=/\= Bridge, USS Chimera =/\= <<This takes place after the Walsh/Acheson JL, that will be submitted>> Acheson sat at the communications console, trying to explain the war maneuvers to all the bureaucrats at the Starbase, the planet and the various trading companies that would have to deviate from their courses. As he stood up to get a drink after being nearly done, he noticed the sensor displaying showing a ship. The sensor displayed the USS Simpson. Acheson had a sudden flash. "Simpson .... could that be Klinde's ship." Joseph "Tom" Klinde was a tactical officer in the 2400 Starfleet Academy class, the same class that Acheson graduated from. They were initially roommates, and remained friends after they both graduated and Acheson attended SSF training. He tapped at the communications channel. +COM+ USS Chimera to USS Simpson, this is Lieutenant Acheson. Is a Lieutenant Klinde aboard your ship? A figure appeared on the viewscreen. +COM+ This is Captain Kramer of the Simpson. What do you want, Lieutenant?" Acheson was startled .... {{Oh shit did he just offend a Captain.}} +COM+ Sir, I was just wondering if Ensign Klinde was a tactical officer on your ship. We were Academy friends. I apologize if I inconvenienced you. Acheson went to close the channel, but the CO replied. +COM+ Wait.... I understand. I have similar friends. They are Captains and Commanders now, and it's even harder to do as you propose. Lieutenant Klinde is in his quarters. We are docking at the Starbase to give the crew R&R. +COM+ Sir, I had an idea. I'd like to take the Chimera on war maneuvers and I have my Captain's permission to that. Would you grant permission for your ship to engage in war games with us? The Captain sighed. +COM+ Well, it is good training. Our ship was already been resupplied; We no longer need repairs. If Klinde and your CO are up for it, I'll approve. I don't want to deprive Klinde of his R&R when I'm granting the rest of the crew the same luxury. USS Simpson Out." =/\= Crew Quarters, USS Simpson =/\= Acheson checked his PADD. This had to be the right room. The other 10 were wrong. He tapped the console to ask to enter. A half drowsy voice called out. "What do you want? I'm trying to sleep." Acheson replied: "Come out here .. just a second." He heard a thump as Klinde got out of his bed and walked toward the door. He squited his eyes at the bright light from the Corridor. "Nate?" "Yea. We just docked here. How'va been?" "Pretty good. Here let me get dressed. Then we can take a walk and talk." =/\= 10 mins later =/\= Klinde reemerged from his quarters wearing a red Starfleet uniform. 2 pips, one black and one metallic, were on his collar. "So I guess we're both Lieutenants, eh?" Tom commented, as they started walking. "Yea, I ended up in Tactical. ODA wasn't my style, I guess." Klinde laughed. "Didn't I tell you? You know you liked the tactical courses more .... especially that one .. what was it.... Target Vectoring 305. Hell, I wouldn't have passed it without your help." Acheson chuckled, in responce. "Like I would have survived Interspecies Relations without yours." He noticed a ring a Tom's finger. "You married?" "Yea, 2 years now. Ensign Julie Batavia. She is an Engineer on this ship. What about you?" He turned to Nate. "Still looking." "You'll fine someone ... even with a mug like yours." Tom chuckled. "Well, the reason why I came here is that I'd like to run war games with the Chimera and USS Simpson. We could test our ships weapons and we could also have the ODA and Security teams have at each other." Klinde nodded. "Sounds like fun. I'm in" "Ok. I just need to get my CO's approval, and then we can meet. The games will be suspended at 8 and 16 hundred hours to allow shuttle trips to the ship and from the ship. =/\= END LOG =/\= 1Lt Nate Acheson CTAC USS Chimera <<No, not USS Simpson from Homer Simpson ... James Simpson .... Simpson's Rule from Calc. :)>> -- ___________________________________________________________ Sign-up for Ads Free at Mail.com http://promo.mail.com/adsfreejump.htm