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[[Bridge - USS Lirpa]]

:: Bridge | USS Lirpa ::

Its wasn't Kyan's first time sitting in the chair. He'd done bridge watches before, and even taken command briefly when the situation called for it. But is was the first time without someone higher in the chain of command looking over his shoulder. It was different somehow. Weird in a way that he hadn't expected and couldn't quite put a finger on. He thought about it as the people on the bridge went about their tasks, and conversed with one another. He almost missed Xasik rise from his seat and give some of Emerald's artwork to Eydis, Sirol, and Reisen.

He was still pondering the differences between his previous, albeit brief, forays into command and the current one when the turbolift doors swooshed open behind him.

From his seat in the middle of the Lirpa's bridge, Kyan had to lean forward and crane his neck to see Hrafn exit the turbolift. She was alone which was a little disappointing. Her usual entourage, which included her three young children, a nanny, and that civilian who had stormed an Orion pirate ship with him nearly a year ago always made for an entertaining time. Not that her presence was unwelcome of course. Kyan had decided that the quirky Trill scientist, despite her chosen field of work, was both useful and fun to have around. This despite their initial encounter, when he'd crashed her dinner party with a prisoner that he was transporting. She hadn't been happy about that and her friend, a white haired old grandma type, had come near to getting a free trip to the infirmary. But it all ended up ok.

And now she was back again, and having been promoted too! Kyan smiled enthusiastically as he made eye contact with the crimson haired scientist. "Merry Met again Mrs. Falleg-Tekin!" Kyan offered as greeting. "And it's a welcome sight ye are the now. I'm guessin that they sent you and yer lot back tae work on the station again?"

Before he got an answer, warning indicators began blinking on consoles all around him and the new Security Officer spoke up from behind him at tactical.

Kyan turned and looked back over his shoulder at the Bajoran as she spoke. She sounded like a robot, which almost made him laugh. Of course that wouldn't have been... "commanderish".. but he couldn't help but grin. This one was not long out of the Academy at all. "Probably still got that huge ring that they give out to everyone" he thought to himself. "But there's nothing for greenness but experience."

"Miss Gaito, can ye put the distress call on speakers?" he replied to the new arrival. Then he turned back around to see the Mission Operations console, which was set up for sciences. "And Sirol.. what's this anomoly?" Finally, he glanced back at Hrafn, still by the lift. "Ye can be takin the XO's spot there." he offered with a nod to the empty station just over his left shoulder.

It appeared that the quiet little patrol was about to become something a bit more interesting.

[Bridge - USS Lirpa]

"Merry Meet indeed, Commander Mackenzie.  I assume then that you haven't yet caught up with paperwork.  As you correctly assume, they have sent 'my lot' back to work on Katra.  I have Ensigns Ruthie Falleg-Tekin, Zerma Meros... both Sciences as Lt. Sirol will be happy to know..." she said smiling at her friend in the mission specialist seat, ".. and Sally McCutcheon who is Security plus her brother, Anthony the Daystrom Scientist if you remember him with me, they came over in the Bygone with me.  The rest - the younger kids who send love to 'Nantie Sirol' and 'Uncle Kyan' of course along with Crista, James, Ujosso and Mary, I left on Katra but all are dying to see you so a 'Donut Night' will probably ensue at some point."

She grinned as Kyan indicated that she should take the XOs chair.  "Had it registered that I'm wearing red?!" the XO looked around the Bridge at people she knew and didn't.

"There'll be some kind of 'occasion' once we're home on Katra so those that know us can be assaulted by the kids hugging you all, and the cats, and those that don't yet can be introduced to the madness that is the extended family, right now tho let it be known that I'm Lt. Commander Hrafn Falleg-Tekin, prefer to be called Ma'am and if it's heat of battle I'm not going to bite your head off if you call me either Falleg or Tekin.  My door metaphorically speaking is open to any of you, and I want to help, since I'm the new XO of Katra Station."

She smiled around the Bridge at the company as she slipped into the XOs position.  "Oh I sent Sally to the Brig.." she chuckled then added "...I mean to serve not in any trouble of course, the others to the Labs, I didn't realise Lt. Sirol would be on the Bridge.  Sirol - feel free to order them where you need them, and I'm sorry I'm not sure who's in charge of Security on board at the moment, Captain."

"I totally second that question Mr. Drake!" Hrafn said perplexed.  She logged into the console and started monitoring systems, the signal and multitasking, waiting to see where she could best fill in gaps based on what other people were working on.

T- -ny ship -- ---ge... we are the Ba----n fre---ter ----keth. We have b----- ----ped in --me k--- of ------y. Ple---  --sist us. Ou- ----- ----ems are fail---. 

Hrafn put in an earpiece so as not to disrupt the rest of the Bridge while she tried to clean up the message.  Listening in case it was in some language she could help with, although she knew that Sirol was a Xenolinguist too. There might be something if it was Federation Standard in the way it was said which indicated what they were.

"To any ship, something something..." Hrafn muttered to herself under her breath.  She was guessing the missing words that weren't getting through due to logic.  " ...we are the Bajoran freighter... Sir!" she called to the CO.  "They are Bajoran, I don't have a name yet but I know that much, and that their prime systems are failing, due to some kind of anomaly. The rest is still garbled other than a plea for assistance. Do you wish me to see if I can raise them on the old Bajoran Resistance channel, and Lt. Sirol are you working on what the anomaly is or should I?"

[Ensign Giato Sperah | Bridge | USS Lirpa]

"Aye, sir."

Sperah played the message dutifully and watched two red headed officers. The first was male, who was looking at her with a weird expression on his face as he went to the Helm. The other... From the reactions, the female one (Trill?) was part of the Katra family, addressing everyone familiarly and... Exuberantly. As the Tactical and Executive Officer stations were next to each other, Sperah gave a polite nod in greeting. Cataloging everything for later, she bent to her own console as everyone listened to the message.

"Commander. Commanders, tactical scans confirm a Bajoran freighter. ID code... Relaketh." Sperah paused to straighten her gold uniform. Closing her eyes for a minute, she remembered her training in the Eight Virtues. Honor among them, but most importantly self control. When reporting, she often used flattened vowels and her computer voice to make sure nothing could be misinterpreted. "Appears power may be failing, but not in catastrophic danger yet."

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I understand that too, Commander (Grippen). However, my "Profile" only allows for "Summary" "Account Settings" and "Mentions". No "Forum Profile" available

[:: USS Lirpa | Bridge ::]

:: USS Lirpa | Bridge ::

As the anomaly became visible to the ship's sensors, data began pouring into the science consoles. At the same time, an indicator flashed on Giato's tactical console. There was an incoming distress call.

T- -ny ship -- ---ge... we are the Ba----n fre---ter ----keth. We have b----- ----ped in --me k--- of ------y. Ple---  --sist us. Ou- ----- ----ems are fail---. 

[Ensign Giato Sperah | Bridge | USS Lirpa]

"Commander..."

Sperah had observed the Tholian on the Bridge, but made no comment. Although guests were allowed at the Captain's discretion, she hazarded the Tholian had a diplomatic rank and was being extended courtesies, though why they wouldn't be travelling with an aide, at least.

The Tactical console was providing an update. After a brief glance, she brought up the information. When reporting, she tended to flatten her vowels and speak in a near monotone, sounding similar to the standard computer voice, but with a slightly higher register. "Receiving a distress call. Logging as a tentative Code One Alpha Zero, Vessel in Distress. Also reading an anomaly." Finishing her report, she looked straight at Commander Mackenzie, then the knot of blue uniformed personnel, presumably Sciences (or were they Medical)?

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Thank you, Commander, much obliged. However I can't seem to find where I can add it into my profile.

[Ensign Giato Sperah | USS Lirpa | Bridge]

"Too many chairs."

Sperah quietly slipped onto the Bridge of the USS Lirpa, which was assigned to Katra Station. Short and slender, the dark haired and dark eyed Bajoran... Most people wouldn't give a second glance except when looking at her eyes. At the moment, it was almost the same as a lioness on a mountaintop surveying the mighty lands below. Though the rest of her remained the same, there was an intensity in gathering as much information as possible. Eyes flitting about, she made a note of the locations of the consoles, the emergency exits, how many steps from one entrance to the next.

The assignment to Katra Station (and by extension the Lirpa) had been a pleasant and welcome choice. With Katra in the Gamma Quadrant in the Trialus system, she could take a few weeks off to visit Father and home on New Bajor, something that after four years of Starfleet Academy on Earth, she was missing.

The little Interceptor class ship was small and had an equally small crew. Barely had she reported aboard Katra was she given orders to embark. Having spent some time in the Armory and the torpedo bays, she came to the conclusion the ship was effectively new. She had suppressed the urge to check if the paint was dry and instead made sure everything was in order... And it was.

Slipping into seat of the Primary Tactical console, she logged in. From her vantage, she spotted quite a few people but made no move to conversation. The LCARS system was standard across the Federation and she brought up the logs, bringing herself up to speed and gathering they were waiting for... Something?

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Hello,

Can I please request an ID Card. Ensign Giato Sperah, Security/Tactical, Katra Station

Thank you, Commander. Having not played Security/Tactical before, Academy, please

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Character Details

Character Name: Giato Sperah
Character Age: 31
Character DOB: 1 April, 2368 (administrative, see below)
Character Image: https://www.thefamouspeople.com/profiles/images/natalie-martinez-5.jpg
Character Species: Bajoran
Gender: Female
Character Family: Giato Fanram
Character Bio:

As an act of mercy, a group of Cardassian solders decided to give a Bajoran child to the orphanage after the child's claimed Bajoran Resistance Fighters were killed in a raid (the Cardassians wanted to hobble the Bajorans with one more unproductive mouth). The orphanage staff entered a "date of birth" being the date placed into their care, adjusted by estimate based on the child's growth. As for the name, the orphanage director tried to read the child's pagh. Deciding the child appeared to be a fiery nature, decided to name the child Sperah, which was a subconscious recall of the Bajoran food Hasperat. Without known family, the child only had a single name.

A short while (2369) after the Cardassian Occupation ended, the orphanage was visited by Giato Fanram, who had been widowered when a variant of Orkett's disease With a hole in his heart and pagh, deciding to adopt little Sperah, who subsequently took on his family name. Looking at the firebrand of a child, he decided to teach her a little different. As a farmer, he waged a constant battle to tame the elements, so too would he teach his child control. Although migrating to New Bajor was an option, the Jem Hadar destroyed the colony, leaving no survivors. After the Dominion War ended, the family finally migrated to the second New Bajor colony. Although Bajor had finally prospered, a challenging lifestyle was just what was required.

Although broadly intelligent with innate skills, the somewhat fragmented education meant Starfleet Academy wasn't an option upon turning 17. Those tireless defenders and explorers had always been much admired for their selfless courage, nobility and dignity. Joining instead the New Bajor Constabulary (the civilian forces) and typically studying at nights, finally gained entrance to Starfleet Academy in 2395 at age 27.

At Starfleet Academy, Sperah gained a reputation for self control, with the recurring joke that time could be marked with her pulse, graduating in 2399 in Security and Tactical. Although coming in the bottom third of her class due to her low Academic preparation, the extra ten years or so of life experiences had helped create a balanced mindset.

Your Details

Previous Role-Playing Experience: Yes
Department Preference: Security/Tactical
Secondary Department Preference:
Commissioned, Enlisted or Civilian: Commissioned

Sample post:

[Starfleet Academy | Earth]

"We have not graduated yet."

Sperah tried unsuccessfully to call after her fellow cadets. They had just finished their final exams and had presumably run off to take part in imbibing inebriating beverages. With some disdain, she shook her head as she wandered back to her assigned quarters. Her roommate... Knowing the fundaments of chaos theory and Brownian motion had not allowed Sperah to make any sense of the random locations of objects. There was an invisible line in the middle of the room, with her side having freshly vacuumed carpet and everything neat. Knowing graduation would occur once theif finals were marked and graded, she had packed up most of her belongings. The objects that weren't packed were tidy and in its place.

The slender Bajoran rubbed her nose, which was complicated mildly by the ridges across them. The tactical part of her final exam was a simulated classic orbital high ground scenario. A single (rogue) Klingon Bird of Prey, K'Vort class, which outgunned her little Sabre by a good margin. The scenario had called for her to dislodge the Klingons to relieve and retrieve the small Federation force on the planet. Certain most of the other candidates would have tried conventional methods, Sperah had thought briefly. Deciding there was no point in deception, she had her ship drop out of warp on the far side of the planet, knowing full well the Klingons would detect the burst of warp energy, she had used the Klingon doctrine against them, employing what at first appeared to be a polar approach which masked her from their sensors briefly.

The Klingons, of course has scoffed, the Klingon Captain bearing his teeth and snapping out commands, demanding her surrender. Sperah had coolly looked at him, giving him thirty seconds to surrender, reminding him that while there is honor in combat, dying needlessly was not. Tense seconds ticked by before the Klingon Captain shouted in alarm. She had jettisoned a group of eight photon torpedoes through the shuttlebay. Having used the onboard engines for a short burn period on the far side (and hence undetected), the torpedoes then followed an orbital path that had been unnoticed. With ten seconds left, Sperah's additional programming had them arm themselves for last moment course adjustments. Thoroughly outflanked, the Klingon had conceded and warped off before his ship could be destroyed. With some additional commands, she even retrieved the torpedoes, returning them to inventory before finishing the scenario.

The security part of the final exam...    That was causing her worry. The scenario hadn't even specified anything. The holodeck had just resolved itself into a station with red alert sirens blaring. Comms system was down (or overloaded), even the computer networks weren't giving much. Seeing a flow of terrified civilians, she learned someone had taken over the Promenade and methodically worked her way over. As a security officer, she had a Type 1 phaser as a standard sidearm. Pausing to stop by a weapons locker, she entered her personal code and picked up a Type 2 as well. A blur of faces had gone past. Finally, one lone person, a phaser and a room full of hostages. The book gave many definitions and guidance on how it should be handled. Sperah had shook her head emphatically at each one. There were simply too many variables and no one to check with. Even if there was, when seconds mattered, it was up to the person at the scene. Deciding quickly, based on this scenario, a phaser on wide beam. Yes, it had stunned the hostages, but they were safe and the person in custody.

Dropping into the bed, she was exhausted, despite it only being midday. All she could do now was hope she would graduate and join Starfleet.

Additional information: Katra looks nice

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