Operations Control

[Richard Ransom]

*the Intercomm Piped In*

==^==
             All Windsor Senior Staff Report to the Conference Room==^==

"I am sure you will. You will have to inform Captain Brodie of your qualifications, it should help to have a trained diplomat on board".

[Ali'aln Tulak]

THank you sir. If you see Captain Brodie, can you inform him that I would like to meet with him. Also, what can you tell me of the crew already on board and about the vessel herself?

[lucasbailey]

*Hurries in*

"I was told to come, what is the crisis?"

[Richard Ransom]

ooc: the Mission was treding off the set storyline  so I moved it along

"Odd guests. The new medical officer for the Rivendell should be here any moment, his docking must have been delayed. But I would be interested to know what these species are here for".

[Vincent Garhart]

=A= Operations to Riker =A=
Permission to Land is granted.  One of our security personel will meet you in the landing bay.

[Vincent Garhart]

Garhart Arrives in Ops

"So how is the situation Admiral, have we come to a consensius?"

OOC: Don't think Mithrill exists in this world :/ Lord of the Rings maybe.

"I can't think of anything straight off. Not a fuel like substance nor a mined resource. An experienced engineer would be a help, or even better a scientist".

"If you need anything ambassador, let me know. I will continue working on the situation as well in all ways I can. I will head to the pub here on the station in twelve hours if you will meet me there, where information can be put together to produce the next step".

[Weasly Cook]

Commader Cook's face paled at what had happened... all the destruction and everything and after a minute he spoke... "Sir's... who was it that attacked us? Was it something called the Chronastine? Because... because, I fear we are making a mistake... I don't know what is happening but... but... we are in a very strange posistion... these people... these people are like the borg... they travel through space destroying everything in it's path... I personally saw the horror of Wolf 359, and these, these is worse." Cook then took a breath, "I am not brainwashed... but I wish I didn't see those images... you have no idea what they have gone through, and they offer us help..."

Cook's face had a look to say he was talking to himself, but then he turned to Andros, "Sir, I don't know how you work, but I for one am not one to run or hide behind a fight, as such, I can see that the admiralty is the same, I can see that you are doing what you think is best for us, but we must face this threat as well, treat us as equals, for how can any of us grow if we keep being refured to as children, treat us as adults and we will rise to the challenge, we will make mistakes, we have already made mistakes, but it doesn't matter, we must learn from all our mistakes, that's what makes us grow, I appriciate your concern for our well being, but let us help, treat us as adults and we will succeed, I for one would love to learn some new techniques, but let us learn, treat us as equals, I am no diplomate, but I am willing to bet Ambasador Gardon will help work out something, were both you and the Federation will gain something... you may say you have nothing to offer us, well, you do... information of this new enemy... and ways to defend ourselves... for I know you want to help us... I have seen the scans of the plateforms around our base... but what about avalon? Or even our home space? You can't defend all that, so the logical desision would be to teach us more then these cryptic messages of this enemy..." Cook stopped and looked down cast and then moved to remove one pip and turned to the admiralty.
"If my words have upset you and have made a bad sistuation any worse, I resign myself as Commander and willingly take a rank demotion." Cook looked diffrent, a little older, and in a way, maybe wiser? But one more look, a look of hunger to defend himself.

Cook smiled and nodded his head, his pip still in his hand, "I'll go see the doctor as soon as this meeting is done so as to get the procedure underway." Cook again nodded his head.
OOC:// I hope this post in acceptable to everyone, if not.... I have put in a way to take heat for it.

[Vincent Garhart]

Mr. Starwind welcome to Frontier

ooc:popular I suppose.

[William Richerd]

Richerd nods his head and leaves, muttering to himself, "This has been one active station for security." he was making a joke to himself, but so far he has been enjoying the activity, along with some unorthodox training agianst computer controled corpses, and what not, and now... an Admiral is missing. He was laughing now as he turned a corner and dissapeared into the bowls of the ship to tell his men in person about the orders.

[Richard Ransom]

*taps the Communctor*

==^== This is Ransom to all Fighters go into an Beta Holding Pattern==^==

well i recived a transmission from dantor from a friend it appers that Lt.General Newberry has gone Rouge

we will wait and see, Dean I what you to get down and start work on the Windsor


*taps communcator*

==^==This is Fleet Admiral Ransom I have Pause my Patrols==^==


and Dean I what you check on our securty we might need it

[Dean Starwind]

OCC: Ok honestly I am completly lost as to what ever goes on in this division so I think I am going to put in for a transfer... So as of now I am LOA for the time being until my transfer.