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USS Dresden

A new day and tour

Posted by Ensign Pawl Batario (Engineer) in A new day and tour

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Orin Losc (Chief Engineer) in A new day and tour

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Amelia Manning (Executive Officer) in A new day and tour
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Pawl got up a bit earlier than expected before the alarm. this gave him extra time to get cleaned up have a sonic shower and shave. And find the perfect off duty clothing to where during his tour with Orin. As he finished getting dressed. And got something small to eat as he moved to a mirror for one last once over as he spritz on some cologne as he moved to leave his cabin to meet up with Orin at the lounge so they can deal with whats needed before the tour begins. Pawl walks in and orders an orange juice as he took a seat and waited for Orin to arrive.

Pawl Batario Jo Engineer- Off Duty

Orin entered the lounge right at 1300. He was wearing a charcoal gray t-shirt and sport pants with a red belt. He was bare footed but he had a courier bag over his shoulder.

Orin sat next to Pawl at the bar.

“That’s looks like a good choice.” Orin said indicating the orange juice, “Barkeep! I’ll have an orange juice as well.”

“So what’s on the agenda today?” Orin asked Pawl.

  • Orin

“Well, Orin We can start on the lowest decks and work our way up or start at the and work our way down to the lower decks it’s up to you.” Pawl said calmly to Orin.

Pawl

Orin looked thoughtful for a moment.

“Well deuterium storage on the lowest decks are probably the dirtiest so we should probably start at the top.” he said.

  • Orin

“I believe we can ignore the bridge a well since we are not in uniform an that part of the tour is not needed.” Pawl said calmly to Orin. “I guess we can start on deck 2?” Pawl offered. “up to you?”

Pawl

“Sure.” said Orin, “Is there anything interesting on deck two?”

  • Orin

“Well, we might want to go to deck three instead he looked over the padd apparently all I am seeing it the xo’s office there. We can start on deck three there is a sickbay there and observations lounge. deck 4 is the captain’s quarters and xo quarters. Maybe deck 5 there only senior officers quarters and transporter room 1 and 2 we can start at and look over as long as there is nothing being used at that point. We can deal with other areas that are not so evasive.

Ensign Pawl Batario JO Engineer

OOC: Sorry for barging in. Maybe you knew this already, but the updated specs for the Maverick class can be found here.
Also, I hope you don’t mind me adding a little suggestion from the XO. Feel free to follow it… at your own risk ;) – Joana

IC:
Manning sat alone at one of the nearby tables finishing her lunch. She was far away enough that she would not be spotted immediately, but close enough to overhear the conversation between the two officers. It was then that an idea formed in her mind.

As Amelia got up to leave she walked by the two men. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to overhear your conversation but I couldn’t help it…” She paused and smiled. “If you are trying to find interesting places to visit on the ship… might I suggest the War Room? It’s located on Deck 2 and rarely used. Besides, it’s a little nook that not many people know about… And who knows what you might find in there?” With a wide smile and a wink to the two men, Manning added. “Enjoy your visit!” With that, she turned to the doors and left.

Lt. Cmdr. Manning, XO

Orin looked at Pawl. He was perplexed and it showed on his face.

“War room? That does sound interesting but wouldn’t it be a decently sized room for multiple officers to coordinate tactical plans and strategies? She sounded a bit enthusiastic for us to go there. Maybe something’s broken.”

  • Orin

“It does sound interesting. ” Pawl said casually. ” I am hoping that there is no damage there but if there is we would have no issies on the repairs there. if there was damage there why was it not reported.” Pawl questioned. (Occ: sorry for the confusion)

Pawl

Orin smiled.

“Well let’s go find out. I’m not adverse to getting my hands dirty when I’m off duty.”

  • Orin

“let’s hope the place is not outdated and needs an overhaul....” Pawl said with a wicked smile. “But that could be fun too.” as pawl gave out a small laugh.” Lets go see this hidden gem.”
Pawl

“Right then. I’ll let you lead the way.” Orin said gesturing towards the door.

  • Orin

When Orin and Pawl arrived on the deck, they would be faced with a space unlike any other on the Dresden. Holographic displays filled the walls and scattered among regular information displays for different ships within a fleet. They were all currently offline. However, the most impressive feature of the room undoubtedly the large circular holographic display that stood in the center of the space. It was also currently offline, making it easier to spot the panels on the display’s base that made a compass rose.

Apart from the fact that it didn’t seem to be used for a long time, there was nothing wrong with the objects in the room or with the room itself. Orin’s machine empath sense would not feel anything odd coming from his surroundings, however, he would feel as if there were more components at play in this room than the ones the two officers could see, and these, contrarily to the visible ones, seemed to be online.

The place where most background activity seemed to be coming from was a door to the left side.

Joana

“This place is amazing.” Orin said, “And the harmony from the components is like music. Just look at the efficiency of the design.”

Orin looked at the door to the left, “There’s something going on behind that door.”

  • Orin

Pawl was awestruck at the complexity of the space but also user-friendly the are was too. Pawl was curious about the music of Orio was mentioning but did not want to interfere with him or the connection that Orin had with the machines. Pawl was going to ask but stopped. “Shall we check the next room?” Pawl asked calmly to Orin. Pawl was not feeling any danger from this door.

Pawl

The door to the left was a standard keypad activated office door. However, as the pair approached it, it would be clear that the door was unlocked as the close motion would cause it to open revealing a small office space. It would not be possible for them to see more than part of a small table without going in, and with the doors open it would be even more clear to Orin that there was more to that room than met the eye.

Joana

Orin’s curiosity overrode any caution he might have had. After all, this was his ship. Without hesitation, he stepped into the small office and looked around for the source of the feeling.

  • Orin

“Are you ok? Orin?” As he followed the man into the room. ” As he looked around with orin as he kept an open mind.

Pawl

The room was very small. One might even wonder how it would be possible to work comfortably inside it, but regardless of the size and comfort, someone seemed to be using it.

There was only space for a desk and a chair. There was no chair for visits, making it clear that this was a working spot rather than a place to hold a meeting. The walls were plain with no panels, consoles, viewscreens, or even windows. A terminal sat on the desk. Starfleet Intelligence’s seal adorned the screen. Beside it there was an old battered copy of Jules Verne’s A Journey to the Center of the Earth, a blue mug with UCLA in large yellow print, and a picture of a happy couple in what seemed to be a park — both Orin and Pawl would be able to recognize them as the CO and the CIO of the Dresden.

However, as soon as the duo walked into the center of the room a figure appeared between them and the door. It was a Mark IV EMH, the same variety available in the Dresden’s sickbays. Since the EMH program was not normally available outside of sickbay, it would be clear that this one had been installed later, and also, most likely, the trigger of Orin’s machine empathy.

With a smile, the EMH turned towards the two officers and uttered in its usual polite tone. “Please state the nature of your medical emergency.”

Joana

Orin arched and eyebrow.

“You’re a little out of place for medical emergencies.” he said gesturing around the room.

  • Orin

Orin read Pawl’s mind on that comment as they waited calmly on the Emhs replies. Pawl was going to add something but decided not too at this point. “Where are we?” As Pawl said acting dumb at present.

Ensign Pawl Batario Jo Engineer

The EMH seemed unfazed by any of the words spoken. His expression unchanging and his gaze almost as if it was looking through the officers rather than at them. It insisted on his previous question, speaking in exactly the same tone as before. “Please state the nature of your medical emergency.” There was no doubt that this was not a regular EMH… it was almost as if it was more like a shell of one…

The two Engineering officers would note that since the holographic doctor stood precisely in front of the door, there was virtually no way out of the room.

Joana

“Deactivate the EMH.” Orin called out hoping for the system to respond.

  • Orin

“I don’t know why but I think we’re in some danger?” Pawl commented casually but he noticed that the way was blocked by the Emh and that was not a good thing.

Ensign Pawl Batario Jo Engineer

Losc’s command worked… in part. With the same expression as before, the EMH disappeared as the holoemitters terminated its routine.

However, almost instantly, the computer’s voice came through the speakers in the room. “Unauthorized command. Voice print not recognized.” The computer paused for a split second as if it was processing what to do next. “Intruder alert. Unauthorized entry in Fleet Command Center. Intruder alert…” As the words repeated through the speakers, the shipwide red alert klaxons sounded and in both the office and the main room all the screens instantly turned red. Suddenly, with loud thumps, a protective panel fell in front of each of the wall terminals, making them virtually inaccessible. Both the main room door and the office door closed and locked solidly in place. The Dresden was now in red alert. Or so it seemed.

In the mess hall, Captain Molly Wright’s commbadge beeped.

Joana

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