"Oh yes. Sure. But don't you think for one moment that I am a silly old man who can't find his way around a ship."
*...Yates said with a serious finger waving his finger. As he took the tricorder and giggled a bit and snatched it from him playfully...*
"Keller, thank you for being my slave." he said with a snicker.
"Oh we cant forget your here, Admiral. You Navy boys are too high on yourselves. Navy never belongs out in space where marines are concerned. Never!." he said towards the figmented, Admiral.
William Richerd had walked in at those words, He saluted to the Admiral, having served as both a Marine and then as a Navy boy, and back to Marine, he knew that Navy had their fair share of problems. "Don't worry sir, I will keep him in line, besides, I think I have an old friend that would lik holo pictures of this ship." He laughed and then walked up to Balkazar.
"Captain Richerd Reporting for duty sir." Since it was not war time, he was saluting all the higher ups. He had stepped out of the way for Lois to traverse into the turbo lift. One thing that William Richerd didn't get was the harsh joking that went on between Starfleet and the Marine core.
"Welcome aboard, Nesbitt. From this file I just recieved it says your my newest Surgeon. Hmmmmm, Very well."
"Remember, everyone fights, no one quits, if you dont do your job ill shoot you myself. Do you get me?. Now, if you understand that, go down to the medical bay and assist Simpson in taking a inventory. I want to see a full compilation of what is needed."
=^= "Kang, when your done I wish to see a full compilation of the equipment we need. =^=
ello, Sgt. Ressik nice to meet you. I am the CMO here Doctor Mitchell Nesbitt.
Mr. Ressik give me an update, how much longer before we can move the new stuff in?
*...Andrew and Mark arrived at the docking port of the Lothlorian. Before they Transport over Yates admires the ship...*
"Ah. She is a beauty. One of the very first ships of Expansion."
"Tricorder, Admiral?" He said, offering him his tricorder which was holstered beside his phaser. He was exaimming the ship as he talked.
Yeah keep talking Balkazar. Ill have you busted down to private and cleaning the promenade on the station you keep the attitude up."
*...Yates give a slight grin...*
"I think you may be right. I will walk to back to the Evolution. Colonel when I get back I want a full diagnostic of the ship. DO NOT replace anything yet."
While everyone had been talking, Richerd had slipped out into the turbo lift and went to do the assignment that had been given him.
William Richerd walked in at that moment from the turbo lift to report that he had finished watching the people stock the medical facility when he witnessed the act. He paled and right away went to 1st Lt. Nesbitt. "Easy there, they may play rough, but they are good leaders." Richerd then offered his hand to help the new officer up. He knew that they were only acting as tough and tumble marine high officers, but only to the new recruits.
He then turned to Balkazar. "Oh, weapon stores are all stocked, and I made sure that they were to Marine standard." He said with a salute, trying to lead by example and not by force.
Sgt Ressik stood around waiting for orders.
"15-20 Minutes Sir, just thie and that*nod towards to the last peice of old equipment in the room* and we can bring in the new stuff"
Mark looks up at the ship, "Ever served on it, Admiral?" He asked.
"I see. The last Evolution was a good ship. Not that the Intrepid class is bad. Its one of the most versatile classes available but the Nova Class Suited the name. Were is that blasted turbo lift!"
"I knew I should've joined the marines.." Mark mummbled as he regained his balanced.
"Aye, Aye, Sir" Kang looks over at two enlisted men nearby "you two are with me, move out to the cargo bay and start taking inventory, report to me in the armory when your finished." with that Kang headed towards the armory
what do you mean Sgt.?
"No. It was before my time here at Expansion Fleet. I have stood in this very spot though imagining the possibilities for her though. She has not seen action nearing two years now. Maybe more. I just hope she will be recommissioned. Command is giving me a little trouble but I will fight to see her with those lights on her hull on and illuminating her name."
"Just Evolution sir," He said, "But I have been on a transport ship before, not really counting as a starship," He looked around, the ship seemed so big.
Mark laughed out loud, "Never thought that could work,"
*...Yates rolls his eyes at the Marines. He never undertsood why they were so rough...*
"Alright you two you can stop pretending I'm not here. I am an Admiral you know. So... SEMPER FI!"
"Hmmmm, yeah. He tends to have that effect, tho it doesnt explain where you met him." Balkazar inquired.
*...Shocked by Balkazar's 'order' he turns to him with a frown...*
"Colonel. Do I need to send you to your office with a book on Federation history? or were simply joking about not knowing about the Treaty of Algeron. You know very well that we are not allowed to use cloaking devices. The only exception to that treaty is the Uss Defiant."
"Maybe you can discuss it with the Admiral AFTER the Evolution leaves, because if I don't go quick I might be staying here for awhile." He said quickly, starting to walk toward the turbolift, "Or I could make my way down there myself, while you stay here and chat, Admiral,"
*...Keller looked to the man that had just entered. He looked him up and down and walks up and looks him in the eye...*
"Well. you must be the new medical officer that transfered out of the chicken sh*t navy. You made a good choice but you forgot to read up on your facts."
*...Nate swiftly lunges his fist into the doctor midsection sending him to his knees...*
"The Marines are not so forgiving to those who forget to salute a superior."
"Very good, At ease everyone. Richerd see what you can do about helm."
"General, I hope your trip here to this lil dry dock wasnt a problem?"
"Hey doctor. I'm a Sharp shooter, I havn't heard much about what were doing though."
Ressik I will need you to pack these medipacks according to my previous request also i will need some muscles to move out all this old equipment and move in the new stuff.
Alright then finish up moving things out and then I'm going to need a copy of your medical record on file. (just info like anything out of the ordinary and your last physical examination.)
A curious look came over Mark's face, "What class is it, sir?" He asked, taking note of what the Admiral said but not recongonzing the class of the ship.
"Hmm lets try this. Bridge."
*...The lift jerked a bit and moved upwards. Yates smiles...*
Mark stood there dumbfounded, he has never really seen a marine before and it was a pretty awkard situtation for him. He sure did remind him of someone though...
"He wasn't all that bad when he served with me in Alpha. Computer report on that diagnostic."
Computer: "95% Until completion."
"Damn it. I forgot this thing was not running on the newer computer cores..."
*...Yates Salutes the marine Captain and shakes his hand...*
"It is good to have you back captain."
Richerd was frozen in his spot at the rash demand of a clocking device. He didn't even realize that they were even thinking of a clocking device, but he was glad that the Admiral was on top of his game and didn't freeze like he had.
"Fine, then atleast give me as many power armor suits that can be mustered. I dont wish my men to be killed on the first attack should they decide to board us. My first priority is the safety of my men. Do you understand that concept, admiral."
*...Nate watched Richerds help Nesbitt up. He thought to himself... "That man is going to do great things." At that moment he had seen General Powell exit the Turbo lift. He Snaps at attention throws his right hand up and salutes and gives a shout...*
"General on deck!"
Sir as of now what i need is 600 cc's of the following Anesthezine, Acetycholine, Cordrazine, Endorphins, Hyronalyn, Hytritium, Inaprovaline, Kayolane, Leporazine, Masiform D, Melorazine, Tricordrazine, and i need 2,500 cc's of Benjusidrine. and i will need the following equip; an Alpha Wave Inducer, a Corticol Stimulator, a Dermal Regenerator, a Defibrillator, an Exoscalpal, a set of Medical Tricorders, Motor Assist Bands, a set of Neural Calipers, a Neural Imaging Scanner, Neural stimulator, a pair of Neural Transducers, a Physiostimulator, a Plasma Infusion Unit, Stasis Units, Somnetic Inducers, and a Subdurmal Scalpel. All of the above is what i need.
This ship is being recommissioned i would gather that they sent you here to join us, the Colonial should be responding soon. if you would like until then i could use some help puting together these med kits.
"Will do" Ressik Responds before getting to work.
"She is a New Orleans Class. Not a very popular class but it is a very efficient frigate."

OCC: Her is the image of the ship so you can get a visual =P
Mark chuckles, "Deck..." He looked down at the tricorder, "Uh.. I don't know," he said awkardly.
*...Keller walked out of the lift and as he walked out he was carrying a crate filled with equipment. He pushes Mark out of the way to get to were he wanted to go...*
"Out of the way navy boys! Ok Colonel I got your damn equipment now stay off my back so I can get some work done."
*...Keller said playful and gave him a punch on the shoulder...*
"I hope you learned. Im glad I didnt have Rajnus when I went threw the Tactical course."
"Me?, im hurt Admiral. I would never do that."
"Richerd take Simpson down to the medical bay and see what you can get done down there. Make sure these navy boys knows how to stock a medical bay when it comes to marines getting injured."
"Im aware of my history, Admiral. I just rather not be dead on our first mission if we ever get one. Im sure you would agree."
Captain Richerd didnt I ask you to report to the medical bay and take John with you ."
"I'm questioning your confidence in your marines becuase the way you are making it sound is that there is no chance of success with out a cloak. Picard never needed a cloak to fight the Borg and Romulans and preform his duties tot he fullest, Janeway n ever needed a cloak to find her way back from the delta quadrant and you don't need a cloak to defeat the Heeran. Do we have an understanding, Colonel?"
"ATTENTION!." Balkazar said saluting.
"General, this is rather unexpected."
"No problem at all. How long until this ship is operational?"
"I was told to report here, but have no idea why."
OOC**Please say where your at on the ship in your posts, K? or else ill imagine you all out in the middle of space. ID where your at with <<<>>>> sorta marks. Thanks.
IC**
"Get to work, we only have a week or less if we tripple shift. If your not busy doing one thing, find something else to do. Understand?. Good get to work."
Mark nodded, "Should.. We probally start to inspect it," He said "Well you, not me," He added quickly
"Wha..."
*...He looks at the tricorder then to the door then back to Mark and hands it to him...*
"Lucky guess."
*...He smirked then walked into the turbo lift...
"We must have passed it about three times."
"Well colonel. My business here is my own. Secondly this Ensign is apart of Starfleet which I last Checked was a military force and since this is a military ship and he is in Starfleet he belongs here. This ship is not just going to be a marine vessel Colonel. Starfleet will have a presence here."
"Im a Marine, what do you expect?"
<Snickers>
"Good to see you again, Admiral. Hows my spoiled uncle doing. Captain, Rajnus. He is spoiled ya know. Always getting the spiffy new ship commands while im out here facing the darkness and enemies of the Federation head on. Thanks for aquiring us a ship, my friend." Balkazar said slapping the admiral on the back.
Mark furrowed his brow, "I think Evolution is going to depart soon," He said.
"Are you questioning my ability to command, Admiral."
Sirs, 1st LT. Mitchell Nesbitt MD reporting for duty.
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"Good, thank you. I hear you have pilot training ? For the time being Ill have you as the pilot if you wish to accept it. Besides, I need you to help fix helm on this ship. Its been in storage for far to long."
I will need at least 20 med packs with 50 cc's of Leporazine(resuscitative drug), a hypospray filled with Melorazine, and 60 cc's of Tricordrazine in each as well as a Corticol Stimulator, Dermal Regenerator, and of course a Defibrillator.
<<Chief Medical Officer's Office>>
Nesbitt dusts his new desk and sets up all his pictures and plaques. He places his old fashioned paperweight on the desk and walks away to see how the moving of equipment is going.
"Oh yes. Lets go"
*...Yates gives the word tot he Dock Master and the two transport over the the transporter room. To Andrew's surprise not a light was on only the red illuminated panels on the walls and ceiling...*
"Hmmm. Computer activate all primary systems and run a full diagnostic of the ship."
*...The lights turn on and dust particals could be seen floating about. Control consuls could be seen with tarps draped over them to ensure that nothing can get to them to disturb them...*
"Well. Lets head to the bridge first. Shall we? Or do you think there is someplace else we should check before we go there?"
Mark grinned, "I bet that's it," He said, pointing toward a door.
"GREAT!, we will have to depend on starfleet to get us out of jams, I thought it was the other way around. Sense starfleet gets into more trouble then we do."
If Mark was drinking his usal cup of Earth Coffee it would be all over the floor, because he was sure he just heard him say that Rajnus was his uncle, "Your uncle is Captain Rajnus!?" Mark exclaimed, a bit off.
"I think we should update those systems then. I think we can add newer systems in while we wait for the completion of the USS Lothlorien."
Richerd returns the hand shack. "It is good to be back... It seems that at the end of every mission I get lost on my home... go figure that one out someday." He said with a laugh. "So... we are brining out one of the older ships? That's good, the older ships have more class to them." He then leaned forward as if spreading a conspiracy, "You don't think they are going to bring back any of the Titanic ships?" He was using the word titanic for the size of a ship, not the name of one particular ship.
Richerd nodded his head. "Aye sir... " he wanted to comment on that the stacking procedure was similar to how they like it, but held his tongue. "Well admiral, I am off to the mines to work." He gave a laugh and turned around to head into the turbo lift and then to help in medical.
"Well if thats how much confidence you have in the success of this mission then perhaps you are not fit to lead the marines during it."
"Also when your done with that check the armory and see what is there."
*After a long meeting with the High Command Powell finally made his way down to the ship were his entire staff had been. He looks around a moment in disgust as he saw the condition of the once glorious ship.*
<<Medical Department>>
Sgt Ressik is moving the old equipment out with the help of a couple of other marines when Doctor Nesbitt enters.
"This is all you need for a operational sickbay?, I think you forgot the kitchen sink. Hmmmmm, what emergency supplies you need?"
<Turning to General Powell>
"Hmmmmm, once we load up a few other things, fix a couple systems, hmmmm I would say a week, less if I pulled tripple shifts of everyone. Hows my request for the Battle suit armor going? I believe Admiral Yates called them MTAC?"
Mark looked at the Admiral, "No admiral, I think I'd like to see the bridge first,"
Mark nodded, "He cut me up into little peices, stomped on me a few hundred times and then vaporized me with his phaser rifle, than he took my remains and shapped me into what I am today," He said quickly.
*...Returns a salute to Kang...*
"Welcome aboard. I have some work for you. I need you to grab a couple enlisted men and head down to the cargo bay and find out what the heck is down there. I went to check and it was filled with crates and containers and such. Take inventory and get back to me."
Richerd nodded to Balkazar. "Right sir, I'll see what I can do to helm to make her up to date." He was looking forward to seeing how some of those controls looked like when they were taken apart, he knew how to put things together, but he would have a diagram just in case he gets lost.
He then notices the new officer. "Ah, welcome aboard sir."
"Alright then lets proceed."
*...As they walked along the corridor the seemed to circle about . Yates was looking for a turbo lift but just couldnt seem to find one...*
"So, Mark. Have you ever been on a starship before?"
"What ? you dont see the family resemblence?" he said snickering.
"Why?, do you know him?" he asked Lois.
"If you are referring to any of those Sovereign, Galaxy, Excalibur, and Excelsior class ships you see out there then I am afraid not. Not for a long time. Its a shame seeing such prestigious ships just sitting there. But when we get re-crewed they we will be out there again someday."
A large Klingon walks in snaps to attention and salutes "1st lt Kang Du'Kot reporting as ordered"
"Ressik is part of this marine company, thats why your here. I want you to assist, Mitchel here with getting the medical bay outfitted. Mitchel your approved to get what you need and thensome. I think youll be needing it when we get a mission after we fix this place up."
<Balkazar and a team of marine engineers was transported over to the Lothlorien to get her back into working shape. Balkazar and 4 engineers accompanied by armed marine detail soon found the bridge, where they saw an admiral and an ensign working>
<The detail spread out across the bridge ready for anything like a true marine is>
"You 2 head down to engineering and see if you can get the engines back online. The rest of you start to work on key systems. Prefferably Engines and Tactical, sensors, helm. In that order, MOVE!" Balkazar ordered the marines.
"KANG!, see if you can get tactical online sense im pretty sure your trained for that." he ordered.
<Finally turning to the Admiral>
"Admiral, I didnt think you would be here. I was told to get this rust bucket in working order. Why are you even here on a marine ship, let alone with an Ensign. Starfleet Ensigns, never belong on a military vessel." he told the Admiral.
"He was my Tactical instructor," He said, glancing at the Admiral.
"Admiral, see about getting us a cloaking device."
*...Andrew sighs at the stubbornness of the old marine...*
"I can't promise you anything. I will rush the council to approve of releasing as many prototypes as possible. Ensign Lois and I must be going now. His ship is to depart soon and he cannot miss it. I will meet with General Powell and we will discuss the use of the MPCAs."
*...Andrew and mark enter the lift and go down to the transporter room and make their way to the Evolution Docks...*
ooc: Multi Purpose Combat Armor. MPCA =P
Richerd was about to answer Balkazar when General Powell was announced, making sure that Nesbitt was standing he also saluted. "A pleaser to have you aboard sir." After he had saluted he answered Colonel Balkazar. "Of course sir, I can help with fixing helm, and I will have to familiarize myself with all of the new controls, but it shouldn't be too different then a Pelican control, right?" He was joking by the tone of voice he was using, but his eyes showed that he was more then willing to pilot the ship to where it would need to go.
"Yes Sir" Ressik answers
"I'll get it to you ASAP" *smiles to the Docter.