From Somewhere Else

[theresa]

Theresa Kimball materialized on the transporter pad. She blinked once and tossed a bit of her dark hair behind her shoulder, noting that she must have moved slightly right before the transport had been activated from the way it had fallen even though that information was entirely useless. Then she offered the ensign at the controls a smile. While faint signs of injuries from the battle on her last assignment that had eventually led to her occurring arrival on the USS Nike lay under her uniform, she had straight, clean, white teeth that helped to radiate a certain enthusiasm.

With her hands on her hips so she could saunter forward with amusement, she stepped off of the platform. Out from under the glow, her most dark appearance became more clear. She was young, possibly younger than the not particularly old ensign behind the controls. However, her uniform was marked with the insignia of her rank. She wasn't an ensign. She was a lieutenant commander. In fact, she was the ship's new chief of operations.

The ship was launching soon. She knew that, and it stuck firmly in the front of her mind, because that was all she knew. She was supposed to make sure that the giant ship she was suddenly presented with was ready and prepared. Taking a deep breathe, though the smile on her face didn't falter, she paused again and inspected the transporter room. She vaguely knew where her quarters were, and she had been briefed on the layout of the ship. However, she was at a lost of where to go, slightly overwhelmed.

Not that she showed it. She didn't think to bother the ensign. She fussed and fidgeted with the strap of her bag, which she had slung over one of her shoulders. It was all that she had brought, one bag. It was all she had ever had for years in her short life. She took a step towards the door. She would find herself a welcome. She always did. She had traveled before.

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[xCommander Vladik Fedorov]

Before she could leave, the doors opened, admitting the First Officer of the Nike into the transporter room. The ensign behind the panel straightened up a bit. This was a surprise.

"Commander," Vlad said, nodding, "Vladik Fedorov... welcome to the Nike." He smiled genuinely at her, "they informed me you were transporting over and I wanted to meet with you before you got inundated by demands from all levels." She was tiny compared to him, but he had learned long ago never to judge someone on their size. "As you probably know, we are almost ready to launch. You have just enough time to get settled. The Captain has a meeting this morning with our Marine contingent, and our time of launch is tentatively set for fifteen-hundred, though that could change. I'd like you to get together with our ops officers and make sure that there are no lingering glitches from the repairs. We were having environmental control problems for a while, but they seem to be settled. Seeing it on a report is one thing, but I'd trust your abilities more. Also, coordinate with Engineering and make sure everyone is on the same page."

He stopped and laughed, "I don't envy you your position, Chief. You've found yourself in a hornet's nest of problems. Hopefully we can get the old girl back in the fray." He held out his hand, "need help with your bag as I show you to your quarters?"

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[theresa]

Terry didn't miss a beat when she was presented with the first officer. She stopped and gave him the biggest smile. She listened as he explained further on their situation. She didn't bother to introduce herself, finding the information he was providing more important and interesting.

"Nope, I'm good." She grinned with the slightest amount of cheek at the hand he had already offered to her. Manners weren't her forte. She managed her pleases and thank yous, but she showed respect in the oddest of ways. She nodded towards the door, giving him the lead. Then she fell into step beside him, each of hers falling only an inch behind his despite his taller stature. Her walk was easy and free but still purposeful.

"I'm sur' I can manage. I haven't exactly been designated the most easy of assignments since I was lovingly pr'omoted after my chief got shot in the head." She didn't gloss over it. She didn't dance around it. Her smile just abated the necessary amount to show that she knew it wasn't a laughing matter, and that was that. As she spoke, a small accent became clear. It wasn't the sort of thing someone else could make fun of her for having. It was slight, but it was definitely Australian.

"Any chance you know all of the systems that were damaged in the fight? I'll have to go ove'r them all anyway, and talk to engine'ring no matter what, but it isn't as if I exactly have time to waste;" she asked and explained. Still grinning a lovely smile, she tilted her head at him in inquiry.

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[xCommander Vladik Fedorov]

Her refusal to accept his help made him smile. He would have done the same thing if he were in her shoes. He found her attitude odd, especially when she went on to explain how her chief had died. She was almost... robotic... in her explanation.

"You'll find a list of all the damages in the system. They're pretty numerous to recall off-hand, though I'm sure the engineers who worked on them would be able to tell you as well." They continued on into a turbolift and he instructed the computer as to which deck. "I hope your quarters will be suitable," he smiled, "officer quarters on a Galaxy class have always been my personal favorites... much better than an Intrepid." As they arrived at their destination, he stepped out and lead her down the hallway. The closeness of her feet to his was a bit unnerving and he was tempted several times to stop quickly and have her run right into him. Fighting the urge, he slowed down as he found her quarters. "Here you are," he said, gesturing with his hand at her doorway. "Anything else I can do for you before I have to run off to a meeting?"

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[theresa]

The journey didn't take that long, and she remained oblivious, mostly intentionally since she possessed good observational skills, to any oddity in behavior from the commander. She made mental notes as he talked, but kept the majority of her replies to smiles. Settle into her room, which would apparently be a significant improvement to her previous quarters. Find the rest of her team. Talk to the engineers. That was her plan. She wasn't much of one for first impressions. She preferred working to making polite conversation with her superiors, though she didn't mind talking.

"Nah, I got it, and I got wor'k to do besides. Go have fun at you'r meeting;" she told him, entirely genuine and assured in herself. Stepping forward, she activated the door to her room. The sight presented to her did impress her. Not only was it better in its design from what she could see right from the start, it was also simply bigger than her previous quarters. After she stepped inside and glanced around to give it the briefest of assessment, she turned around and grinned at Vladik before the doors could swish closed. She offered a little wave with her free hand, laughing lightly to herself, the other hand holding her bag on her shoulder. Then she turned around again. She had some quick unpacking to do.

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[Special Envoy Bryson Kavanaugh]

The transporter shimmered to life again as a grouping of individuals began to emerge on the transporter pad. As the figures came into full view, it was evident that the man in the front, dressed in command red and sporting captain's pips was not just any officer arriving.

With a nod towards the transporter officer, Brice stepped forward from the platform, allowing room for the others to follow suit. With him were two other Starfleet officers who had been sent to assist him with his current mission. He turned and tossed a smile and a wink to the two other individuals on the platform. The two most important people in his life. He reached out a hand to help them both down from the platform before turning back to face the center of the room.

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[Vice Admiral Lara Rell]

Yeoman Rand entered the transporter room just as Captain Kavanaugh arrived with his party.

He immediately picked the senior officer from the group and waited respectfully for them all to materlize. He was very familiar with this task and comfortable in his ability to deal with senior officials. It fell to him to act on behalf of the Captain for tasks like this from time to time.

"Captains compliments Sir." He said in a mellow voice. "She is currently engaged and sends her regrets but if you would follow me I can show you to your quarters."

His eyes included the entire group. The Captain had brought staff as well as his family. Understandable in the circumstances.

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[Special Envoy Bryson Kavanaugh]

Brice's eyes darted to the officer who had been sent to greet them. He nodded in greeting, accepting the captain's greeting via the officer.

"Thank you, chief," he stated, his eyes darting to the man's insignia on his collar. He reached out and shook the other man's hand. "We'll have plenty of time to meet with Captain Rell. Lead the way." Brice gestured for Rand to show the way. His aides would be sharing quarters together while he resided in a different set of quarters with his family. He reached for Kathleen's hand and gave it a little squeeze before letting go. This was after all the first time she had had to join him while he was 'on duty.'

"Looks like the Nike is ready for her mission. I've seen the images from her battle. A resilient ship and crew," Brice was making 'small talk' as they walked. This was his first posting of this nature as well and he knew it would take some adjusting on his part as well.

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[Kathleen Kavanaugh]

Kathleen had viewed the giant ship from the outside as they'd approached from the base. It was immense and Brice had been Captain of one of these. He wasn't kidding about the 'city in space'.

She looked at her husband, still thrilling to the word. He was off the pad almost before she could blink. He reached up to help her off the pad and she grabbed Alex's hand as much for support as crowd control after he let her go.

Another officer approached them and addressed Brice which seemed almost like a little ceremony, and then they were moving out the door.

She watched him so evidently in his element here. She could see that there was another part of him she still needed to get to know. Smiling gently she followed in his wake.

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[Vice Admiral Lara Rell]

"Thank you, chief, We'll have plenty of time to meet with Captain Rell. Lead the way."

Rand nodded and immediately moved to the doors and then led the party down the corridors to the turbo lift.

The group was just small enough to fit and he said "Deck 8" when they'd all boarded. The lift door closed and opened shortly as the trip had only been 2 decks.

He led the down the corridor and indicated the VIP quarters for the Captain and his family and then brought the other officers down the hallway and inboard for their quarters.

Before leaving he indicated a meeting room next to Captain Kavanaughs quarters would be reserved for his use during his stay.

With that he excused himself and returned to his Captain.

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