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((Shuttlebay, USS Gorkon))

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Reynolds: ...and the moral of that story is never introduce your drunk=20
Betazoid friend to a Vulcan princess.=20

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Marshall: Well, ::she blew a stream of air, eyebrows climbed up and an=20
amused grin crested,:: at least it didn't end in spontaneous combustion.=20
Duly noted and will keep Genkos away from Vulcan princesses. Possibly. He=
=20
is a charmer.=20

=20

And thus concluded that day's life lesson with Quinn Reynolds, with a knock=
=20
of command-coloured travel mugs against one another and a chuckle as Jo=20
sipped at her coffee. It wasn't often the duo ventured out of the confines=
=20
of one office in particular when on board the starship, though they did=20
plenty of wandering off it, usually down to whichever planet they happened=
=20
to orbit at the time, and on machines powerful enough to cause significant=
=20
hearing loss. The planet currently keeping the Gorkon in suspense was the=
=20
beautiful and colourful marble of V=C3=A6ron =E2=80=94 home to such delight=
s as=20
cave-ins, sore fungal creatures, beacons for driving animal life up the=20
wall, and maybe one or two slot machines set to maximum difficulty.=20

=20

According to reports compiled from all angles, especially one Quinn had=20
detailed to her XO over the rim of a tea mug and many a reigned in sigh,=20
the whole thing on the surface in the city had started when the Tal Shiar=
=20
decided what the hundred-year-old Republic population needed was a riot. It=
=20
made some kind of sense to Jo; there was always a start, always something=
=20
to kick-off the match, serve the first volley, and hopefully, get an ace=20
without a return. However, notions of who started what aside, the flair of=
=20
Tal Shiar involvement was merely one in a ribbon of events threading=20
through the belt loops of time, and between looks containing a certain=20
amount of gravitas between hazel and blue, an end was nowhere near.=20

=20

As the expected shuttlecraft flew through the forcefield covering the=20
shuttlebay doors, the consistent whine =E2=80=94 almost like tinnitus, but =
not half=20
as annoying =E2=80=94 increased in pitch, only returning to normal levels o=
f razor=20
wire once the craft had successfully passed the barrier. Jo leaned her=20
backside against the railing separating the two officers from the expanse=
=20
of the bay and all the craft contained therein, of which there were many.=
=20
At least the titanium white platinum beluga whale had gone. Their most=20
recent addition was a rusty Klingon craft in one corner, afforded the=20
luxury of sitting above an engineering pit, and if Jo squinted, she was=20
sure she could make out a familiar head and beard standing underneath.=20

=20

Reynolds: You know, with MacFarlane's shuttle project finished, there's a=
=20
whole workshop going spare. ::She paused and looked to Jo, who angled a=20
blonde eyebrow mid coffee swallow.:: I've always wanted to build a Bajoran=
=20
lightship.=20

=20

Sticking her bottom lip out in thought, Jo nodded, tapping said bottom lip=
=20
on the rim of her mug. A project of propulsive proportions, one they could=
=20
sink their teeth into, and eventually, get some air time out of. Well,=20
space-time, at any rate. It never ceased to amaze Jo, that when most=20
Federation member species started to explore their oceans and mountains,=20
the Bajorans had already taken to powered space flight and discovered=20
multiple uses for the humble mushroom.=20

=20

Marshall: I'm sure we can get the wood from the Bajoran district on=20
Tyrellia. ::She slipped her hand into her pocket and chuckled as she shared=
=20
the look with her captain.:: The only other issue is learning complex=20
carpentry.

=20

The incoming shuttle touched down onto the deck not far from their leaning=
=20
post with practised ease. With a hiss, the ramp hatch opened up, allowing=
=20
those transported on board to step out into the wonderful world of recycled=
=20
air and containment. One such lucky fellow was a tall, brown-haired,=20
yellow-collared officer, with the look of someone evaluating where all the=
=20
best spots for cover were. By description, this was the new Ensign they=20
waited for, and both officers pushed off their casual respite to greet him.=
=20

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Reynolds: Ensign Sutton, welcome aboard. ::Her smile was, as ever, reserved=
=20
and polite.:: I'm Rear Admiral Quinn Reynolds, your Commanding Officer.=20
::She indicated to Jo by swishing her tea mug to her side.:: This is=20
Lieutenant Commander Jo Marshall, your First Officer.

=20

It took a second or two for that revelatory news to pass through the=20
frontal lobes of the former Marine officer and into the cognition centres=
=20
of the brain, wherein it looked like it churned around like butter in a=20
vat. Once it did, however, the young man sprang to attention, arms straight=
=20
by his side, boot struck down into the deck with a stomp and a crisp Marine=
=20
salute to top it off.=20

=20

Jo hid a small smile behind a swig of coffee as the newly minted officer=20
lowered his right hand and stared straight forward, pointedly at a spot=20
over Quinn's shoulder, on the other side of the shuttlebay.

=20

Sutton: Ensign Sutton, reporting for duty, sir!

=20

Marshall: Enthusiasm. I like it. ::She smiled a little more fully and=20
affected her best Academy commander's voice.:: At ease, Ensign. No need to=
=20
sprain something right out of the gate. Don't be too surprised you've got=
=20
us to greet you here; like the Admiral always says...

=20

Reynolds: Anything to get out of my Ready Room. ::She raised her eyebrows=
=20
in a small, wry expression of amusement and fixed her hazel eyes on the=20
much taller man.:: I understand you served a few missions aboard starships=
=20
during your time as a Marine. Looking forward to doing it in a gold collar=
=20
instead of green?

=20

This time, the look of surprise on the Security and Tactical officer's=20
features lessened but he hadn't yet broken out of full Marine mode.=20

=20

Sutton: Yes sir.

=20

Marshall: We've all done it in a gold collar.=20

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Said with as straight a face as she could muster, the tiniest flicker of a=
=20
blonde eyebrow and a completely innocent smile to boot. The pilot on board=
=20
the transported shuttlecraft appeared at the ramp hatch and gave the trio a=
=20
pointed look, ready to start manoeuvring the craft back into the designated=
=20
slot and they were clearly in the way of him doing just that. Jo indicated=
=20
over her shoulder with a tilt of her head, to where the double doors lead=
=20
out to the corridor beyond.=20

=20

Marshall: Looks like I'm running out of coffee. Shall we walk and talk? See=
=20
if we can perform the old wagon circle tactic on your department chief and=
=20
get a resupply while we're at it, sir.=20

=20

Reynolds/Sutton: Response

=20

Exiting through the doors, the green carpets of the Gorkon's Klingon=20
influences sprang up underfoot while the beige panelling and red line=20
through the middle always managed to remind Jo of a festive holiday tree.=
=20
The ship was a sprawling one, with many rooms and corridors, large enough=
=20
to hold a good crew of six-hundred at any given moment, and strong enough=
=20
to hold water against a Borg attack. The warship had seen a fair share of=
=20
action over the years, enough scuff marks to have hull panels swapped out=
=20
for aesthetics, and an impressive litany of sagas.=20

=20

Marshall: Your transfer report sang your praises. Sounds like you impressed=
=20
someone on your Marine deployment to recommend you for the Academy.=20

=20

Reynolds/Sutton: Response

=20

Marshall: Lieutenants are susceptible to all kinds of bribery, this is=20
true. ::Uttaberry muffins being the currency of choice in the ops=20
department, courtesy of the former Rodulan chief.:: What made you do a=20
double major in tactical and operations? That must've been a lot of work.=
=20

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Reynolds/Sutton: Response

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Lt. Commander Jo Marshall

First Officer

USS Gorkon, NCC-82293

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d the moral of
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e;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;"> story is never introduce your dru=
nk Betazoid friend to a Vulcan princess.

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seline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;">Marshall: Well, ::she blew a =
stream of air, eyebrows climbed up and an amused grin crested,:: at least i=
t didn't end in spontaneous combustion. Duly noted and will keep Genkos=
away from Vulcan princesses. Possibly. He is a charmer.

dir=3D"ltr" style=3D"line-height:1.2;background-color:#ffffff;margin-top:0=
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ont-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;v=
ertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;">And thus conc=
luded that day's life lesson with Quinn Reynolds, with a knock of comma=
nd-coloured travel mugs against one another and a chuckle as Jo sipped at h=
er coffee. It wasn't often the duo ventured out of the confines of one =
office in particular when on board the starship, though they did plenty of =
wandering off it, usually down to whichever planet they happened to orbit a=
t the time, and on machines powerful enough to cause significant hearing lo=
ss. The planet currently keeping the Gorkon in suspense was the beautiful a=
nd colourful marble of V=C3=A6ron =E2=80=94 home to such delights as cave-i=
ns, sore fungal creatures, beacons for driving animal life up the wall, and=
maybe one or two slot machines set to maximum difficulty.

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;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none=
;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;">According t=
o reports compiled from all angles, especially one Quinn had detailed to he=
r XO over the rim of a tea mug and many a reigned in sigh, the whole thing =
on the surface in the city had started when the Tal Shiar decided what the =
hundred-year-old Republic population needed was a riot. It made some kind o=
f sense to Jo; there was always a start, always something to kick-off the m=
atch, serve the first volley, and hopefully, get an ace without a return. H=
owever, notions of who started what aside, the flair of Tal Shiar involveme=
nt was merely one in a ribbon of events threading through the belt loops of=
time, and between looks containing a certain amount of gravitas between ha=
zel and blue, an end was nowhere near.

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t-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:base=
line;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;">As the expected shuttlecraft fl=
ew through the forcefield covering the shuttlebay doors, the consistent whi=
ne =E2=80=94 almost like tinnitus, but not half as annoying =E2=80=94 incre=
ased in pitch, only returning to normal levels of razor wire once the craft=
had successfully passed the barrier. Jo leaned her backside against the ra=
iling separating the two officers from the expanse of the bay and all the c=
raft contained therein, of which there were many. At least the titanium whi=
te platinum beluga whale had gone. Their most recent addition was a rusty K=
lingon craft in one corner, afforded the luxury of sitting above an enginee=
ring pit, and if Jo squinted, she was sure she could make out a familiar he=
ad and beard standing underneath.

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margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> y:Arial;color:#0e101a;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-sty=
le:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;=
white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;">Reynolds: You know, with MacFarlane&=
#39;s shuttle project finished, there's a whole workshop going spare. :=
:She paused and looked to Jo, who angled a blonde eyebrow mid coffee swallo=
w.:: I've always wanted to build a Bajoran lightship.

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vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;">Sticking her=
bottom lip out in thought, Jo nodded, tapping said bottom lip on the rim o=
f her mug. A project of propulsive proportions, one they could sink their t=
eeth into, and eventually, get some air time out of. Well, space-time, at a=
ny rate. It never ceased to amaze Jo, that when most Federation member spec=
ies started to explore their oceans and mountains, the Bajorans had already=
taken to powered space flight and discovered multiple uses for the humble =
mushroom.

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style=3D"line-height:1.2;background-color:#ffffff;margin-top:0pt;margin-bo=
ttom:0pt;"> ckground-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:n=
ormal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-sp=
ace:pre-wrap;">Marshall: I'm sure we can get the wood from the Bajoran =
district on Tyrellia. ::She slipped her hand into her pocket and chuckled a=
s she shared the look with her captain.:: The only other issue is learning =
complex carpentry.

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tr" style=3D"line-height:1.2;background-color:#ffffff;margin-top:0pt;margin=
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t:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white=
-space:pre-wrap;">The incoming shuttle touched down onto the deck not far f=
rom their leaning post with practised ease. With a hiss, the ramp hatch ope=
ned up, allowing those transported on board to step out into the wonderful =
world of recycled air and containment. One such lucky fellow was a tall, br=
own-haired, yellow-collared officer, with the look of someone evaluating wh=
ere all the best spots for cover were. By description, this was the new Ens=
ign they waited for, and both officers pushed off their casual respite to g=
reet him.

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style=3D"line-height:1.2;background-color:#ffffff;margin-top:0pt;margin-bo=
ttom:0pt;"> ckground-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:n=
ormal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-sp=
ace:pre-wrap;">Reynolds: Ensign Sutton, welcome aboard. ::Her smile was, as=
ever, reserved and polite.:: I'm Rear Admiral Quinn Reynolds, your Com=
manding Officer. ::She indicated to Jo by swishing her tea mug to her side.=
:: This is Lieutenant Commander Jo Marshall, your First Officer.

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;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;">It took a s=
econd or two for that revelatory news to pass through the frontal lobes of =
the former Marine officer and into the cognition centres of the brain, wher=
ein it looked like it churned around like butter in a vat. Once it did, how=
ever, the young man sprang to attention, arms straight by his side, boot st=
ruck down into the deck with a
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cal-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;"> and a crisp Mari=
ne salute to top it off.

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ce:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;">Jo hid a small smile behind a swig of coffee =
as the newly minted officer lowered his right hand and stared straight forw=
ard, pointedly at a spot over Quinn's shoulder, on the other side of th=
e shuttlebay.

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tyle=3D"line-height:1.2;background-color:#ffffff;margin-top:0pt;margin-bott=
om:0pt;"> ground-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:nor=
mal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-spac=
e:pre-wrap;">Sutton: Ensign Sutton, reporting for duty, sir!

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tical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;">Marshall: Enthu=
siasm. I like it. ::She smiled a little more fully and affected her best Ac=
ademy commander's voice.:: At ease, Ensign. No need to sprain something=
right out of the gate. Don't be too surprised you've got us to gre=
et you here; like the Admiral always says...

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line;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;">Reynolds: Anything to get out o=
f my Ready Room. ::She raised her eyebrows in a small, wry expression of am=
usement and fixed her hazel eyes on the much taller man.:: I understand you=
served a few missions aboard starships during your time as a Marine. Looki=
ng forward to doing it in a gold collar instead of green?

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cal-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;">This time, the lo=
ok of surprise on the Security and Tactical officer's features lessened=
but he hadn't yet broken out of full Marine mode.

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tical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;">Sutton: Yes sir=
.

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>Marshall: We've all done it in a gold collar.

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cal-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;">Said with as stra=
ight a face as she could muster, the tiniest flicker of a blonde eyebrow an=
d a completely innocent smile to boot. The pilot on board the transported s=
huttlecraft appeared at the ramp hatch and gave the trio a pointed look, re=
ady to start manoeuvring the craft back into the designated slot and they w=
ere clearly in the way of him doing just that. Jo indicated over her should=
er with a tilt of her head, to where the double doors lead out to the corri=
dor beyond.

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r" style=3D"line-height:1.2;background-color:#ffffff;margin-top:0pt;margin-=
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:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-=
space:pre-wrap;">Marshall: Looks like I'm running out of coffee. Shall =
we walk and talk? See if we can perform the old wagon circle tactic on your=
department chief and get a resupply while we're at it, sir. n>

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lds/Sutton: Response

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in-bottom:0pt;"> 1a;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-vari=
ant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;whi=
te-space:pre-wrap;">Exiting through the doors, the green carpets of the Gor=
kon's Klingon influences sprang up underfoot while the beige panelling =
and red line through the middle always managed to remind Jo of a festive ho=
liday tree. The ship was a sprawling one, with many rooms and corridors, la=
rge enough to hold a good crew of six-hundred at any given moment, and stro=
ng enough to hold water against a Borg attack. The warship had seen a fair =
share of action over the years, enough scuff marks to have hull panels swap=
ped out for aesthetics, and an impressive litany of sagas.

=

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;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none=
;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;">Marshall: Y=
our transfer report sang your praises. Sounds like you impressed someone on=
your Marine deployment to recommend you for the Academy.

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