In reply to Stilk (msg # 32):

“ Okay, put that on hold for a second Chief. Sorry Ensign who hasn’t learned this lesson from Academy. Lieutenant Commander, who is the sorry superior officer of all Departmebt heads aboard a Starfleet Vessel? ”

Miranda sighs.

“ I also did not say you were under arrest. The Brig is more then the cells, Ensign. It also includes the office space where security officers are stationed in order to watch people in those cells. Now as far as your quarters in order to function officially I. What I perceive your department being only you means you are on call at all hours. So your quarters need to be near your office. Which needs to be secure enough you can send direct reports to Admiral Savengriff and Star Fleet Command particularly Starfleet Intelligence.  So, given all of that I order you tithe duty station I assigned you. For at least a temporary assignment till Ccan find a better assignment. Also, Ensign as you can plainly hear this order is not about that report any longer. The Admiral already said I was getting it. You see I obey my orders.“
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Sergei frowns and turns to Cmdr. T'Shran.
"Commander, Ensign Stilk may be inexperienced and overzealous in his duty, but that does not give you license to bully and act rudely towards him. He is not a threat to the safety of this ship, and I am sure he is aware of your ability to assign quarters. You warned him against insubordination, and given your behavior, it was not entirely unreasonable to think he was being arrested.
I respectfully suggest we leave the matter of the ensign's quarters to later and let him deliver his report."

"If I may, it has been shown here that there are misunderstandings, though I am concerned about a sanitized report being sent out it may be that orders need cleared up and certain aspects of this conversation analyzed further. In the mean time ensign I would advise not providing any further reason to insight agrivation from your superiors. We have a five year mission together after all." With that the Vulcan goes silent and awaits to see if the others will see this logical point of view as something they can go with.

In reply to Sergei Kondratev (msg # 34):

“ I believe we were all dismissed to duty stations. That is the order the Ensign and alll Of you are not following. As your direct superior, I will do something I am not found of doing. that is repeating a direct order to my subordinates. Which is not bullying Doctor. Now, I order you all to report to your duty stations. Which for the Ensign until the Chief Of Security and I can secure a better location is the office on the brig not a cell in the brig ”

"The Admiral left the Captain presiding over the meeting. If he sees fit to dismiss us, then he will do so. It may be useful to further discuss our situation and weigh options."

The X.O. not listening to anyone around, Stilk decided to adress the other logical voice in the room.

"Certain levels of sanitation will be required depending on who the recipients are. Specifically, a report with wide dissemination should not include any information as to how we determined our findings, as that would show possible adversaries our capabilities and our methods. The concern is how much do we tell the crew; they are the most likely to be affected by recent events"
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In reply to Kandalyn Savengriff (msg # 25):

Shard stood outside the Ready Room door waiting to be let in. He betrayed no sign of nervousness except for the constant wiggling of his antennae.

The door suddenly whooshed aside and Shard started forward - only to quickly step aside as Admiral Savengriff hurried out.

"Admiral! I regret my..." Shard started to say, but the Admiral wasn't paying attention and hurried over to the turbolift.

With a small shrug, Shard stepped into the Ready Room - and into the middle of a female Andorian he did not recognize verbally cutting another officer into mincemeat.  Her technique was rather rough, but very effective.  The victim was...

**By the Gods...Its the Vulcan, again!** Shard thought to himself, as he recognized Stilk as the focus of the female Andorian's attentions, **I don't know if it's his being Vulcan...or if it's his being in Intelligence...but that young Yotz better pull the stick out soon...or he'll be this ship's only suicide...shooting himself a dozen times in the back...my job to prevent that...I suppose**

He could only guess that the Captain wanted to see how his new crew was going to get along. Not well, apparently.

"We get it, Commander," he addressed Miranda. "You don't like Vulcans and Vulcans don't like Andorians."

"But you are out of line. Ensign Stilk is in this meeting as a Department Head, and you can't arbitrarily dismiss him just because you don't like him."

"I'm not even sure he's done anything to warrant your claim of insubordination."

When stated that they had been dismissed Dypec too note that the captain had not stated as such and agreed in his mind when it was stated out out loud. He too had noticed the obvious hostility of the Andorian towards the other Vulcan in the room. Sure, Dypec had questions concerning other examples of insubordination that had been alluded to by the half Andorian. At this time Dypec decided to not mention it or make any further inquiries, instead he made a mental note to speak with the other Vulcan at a later time.

Dypec stood quietly, making no movements to leave and making no signs of speaking again until the captain has taken over the fiasco that this meeting has become.

The captain sat there and listened and tried very hard to keep from smiling. This was clearly not the way senior officers normally behaved, nor was this the normal way to conduct a briefing. But then, this wasn't a normal ship launch or a normal mission. The launch was far too quick to go through the normal protocols. He'd had no time to go over his crew's files to find strengths and weaknesses, to pick and choose as was his prerogative.

He waited for a lull in the 'conversation' before standing up to make sure he had everyone's attention. Then, in a calm and deceptively friendly voice he said, " We are Starfleet officers. We should act like it. Now the, first of all, no one is dismissed."

"Secondly, Commander T'Shran, you do not get to see Ensign Stilk's report unless I say you can."

"Thirdly, I do not get to see Ensign Stilk's report unless Starfleet says I can."

"Fourth, the report has nothing personal about you in it, Commander. It is facts as gathered by the recovery team. What those facts may mean is for Starfleet Command to decide. This is clearly a political and diplomatic issue. Maybe that will become our mission, but, at the moment, it isn't ours to pursue."

"Now, getting back to the briefing..."

"I need to know what is the readiness status of each department. Also, how many crewmen do you have aboard at the moment? And can we accomplish the mission with what we have now? I'd like to get underway as soon as possible."

In reply to Anther th'Valla (msg # 42):

Miranda sits in her chair and is about to respond to the Captain about the fact that she has had no time to get to know anyone in her office or the department heads other then this meeting as her eyes begin to close and she slumps against the table.
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In reply to Anther th'Valla (msg # 42):

Shard brings up the PADD he's been holding, taps a few icons, and begins reading,

"All Security materials are aboard, inventoried and stored.  Forty-nine of the assigned seventy-four Security personnel have reported for duty.  My Yeoman is among the missi--correction, he just..."

Shard pauses, squints and looks closer at the PADD,

"...excuse me, it has just signed in.  That now makes fifty Security personnel aboard. Enough to form four of the usual six security teams.  I'd prefer to wait until we had everyone, sir, but I can get by with four Teams for a couple of months.  Perhaps the Admiral might be able to arrange supplemental transportation for our late arrivals in a few days...Sir?"

Silviene shifts uneasily.

"Sir, in the absence of a chief tactical officer I will report. As far as ships tactical systems, shields, sensors and weapons appear to be functional. As for away mission preparedness I would recommend some team building exercises in the holodecks, including by the senior staff."
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Sergei glances at his PADD:
"Medical supply levels are within recommended parameters. Four nurses and one junior doctor had not reported for duty as of the start of this meeting. Nothing that should impact our efficiency, but we can practice operating with the reduced staff until they arrive."

"Operations are 83% ready to go," Doug reported after consulting his PADD. "And we're about a dozen people short of a full staff. That's not a significant number for maintaining full readiness, though."

Dypec allowed many of the others to provide their reports forst before he made his own.

"My preliminary inspection of engineering shows we are within desired parameters for launch. Also, this ship seems to show a ruggedness other ships do not, repairs should be relatively easy going to perform. As for my portion of the crew? At this time engineering was quiet but I am sure they will report soon."
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In reply to Dypec (msg # 48):

Shard's antennae stick straight up, just quivering a little, until he turns his gaze to the Operations Chief, Kincade, and they resume their usual slow wriggling.

"Lieutenant Kincade, you report your division at eighty-three percent readiness; as Food Services is part of your divisions purview, I ask if consumable stores are fully loaded, or if they are part of the seventeen percent deficit you're reporting?  Do we need to wait upon further foodstuffs?"

"Normal food stuffs can be replicated," Lieutenant Kincaid responded. "Specials and exotics tend to all be personal."

"I'm talking about supplies that can't be replicated... tritanium, dilithium, quantum circuits."

Silviene makes a disgusted face at the mention of yet more replicated food stuff and sighs. Her ears lay flat to her head for a moment as she mumbles, "damn" under her breath.

In reply to Douglas Kincaid (msg # 50):

Shard raises his PADD and moves his free hand as if you make an entry on it,

"So, should I take that to mean that the bulk storage tanks for the protein and carbohydrate base components are full, Lieutenant?  As you say, replicators can produce food from pure energy, but it's a lot of energy to do it.  Using the replicators to reconfigure the molecular structure of a base compound - say, a protein paste turned into a talok steak - uses far less energy.  Not to mention that non-replicated food just tastes better."

Shark looked up from his PADD and catches Kincaid's eye,

"I hope it never happens to you, Lieutenant, but early in the Dominion War I was aboard an Andorian Cruiser that was ambushed by the Jem'Hadar.  We destroyed them, but we took damage to our cargo spaces and to engineering.  We lost all of our stored foodstuffs and had to rely on fully replicated food - which would be fine, except that our damage was so severe it was taking almost all available power to get us to Warp One and keep the hull together.  We could only divert enough power to the replicators to produce a thin soup."

"Three weeks, Lieutenant.  Three weeks with nothing to eat except lukewarm ice worm soup twice a day."

Shard lowers the PADD, "Besides, Lieutenant Kincaid, why else do you think your Division has kitchens and a cooking staff?  I'm fairly sure the Captain doesn't throw so many formal functions that we can have dozens of crewmen sitting around just waiting for him to throw a party."

Shard turned to look at the Captain,

"Of course, I don't know that for sure, Sir, it has been some time." Shard says with a grin, "Perhaps you've taken up the hedonistic habits of those smarmy Homeworld Aristocrats that there are so many tales about.  I wouldn't know about such things, myself." he finishes with obviously feigned innocence.

Silviene wasn't sure what to make of this crew. First she wasn't sure if the first officer was making fun of her or hitting on her. Now there was this security chief, he was unlike any security officer that she had ever met before. She certainly agreed that there should be more options than replicated foodstuffs but she wasn't sure about his flippant manner. His uniform was obviously not regulation either. This could certainly turn out to be an interesting voyage.
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"We did receive an entire pallet of Epicurean Mystery Sauce," Doug answers.

"Besides, I never said we didn't have any real foodstuffs. The lounge is fully stocked, though it probably won't last for more than a year."

"We should be fine. Besides, we'll resupply regularly at the Starbase, so there will be plenty of opportunities to pick up real food."

Sergei, a Starfleet brat, saw replicated food as the norm and "real" food as a luxury to be enjoyed on occasion. That said, he did have a soft spot for Centaurian liquor.

"Captain, is there anything else you want us to discuss at the moment?"

"That's better than what I was expecting," the Captain said after everyone had reported the status of their department.

"As of right now, we'll be departing Narendra Spacedock in... 32 minutes. Transporters have priority for all Mongoose personnel still not aboard."

"Keep Commander T'Shran updated with any changes to your Department's status through departure."

"And, yes, Commander Kondratev, I do have something else to discuss--our mission."

"I would like your thoughts on it--any ideas you have, any concerns, any possible problems you can foresee. Naturally, I expect this to be an ongoing process, but maybe you have a starting place. After all, it's not like most of you haven't been sitting here on the edge of the Expanse with expectations of going into it."

Silviene looks at the captain, "my thoughts would be what do we know about potential hostiles? Do we know of any threats?"