Veradiran stops by his quarters, picks up a long tube like case made of high impact plastic, and a small pack filled with items, and then heads to botony lab three.
Pack:
Gas mask, high-precision electronics tools, two daggers, an old fashioned pistol, a personal phaser, a backup personal wrist-padd, and in the plastic tube, a laser etched katana.
"That would be a bad assumption, even if it's true." Veradiran states, sounding annoyed, although the annoyance seems to be with the situation, not Ltn. Zon. "However, given the choice is locking up me and the command staff, or going with the assumption, the alternative is worse. Lesser of two evils, as the humans put it." He pauses. "I believe we may have to consider the option of shutting down the computer, and reloading from fixed media. That will take several hours to bring the ship back up, and several days to reload the auxiliary systems, but it would clear any and all malicious code introduced into the system, unless someone managed to load it onto the computer's read-only core prior to installation. I believe we need the Engineer's and Captain's thoughts on that."
Veradiran looks at the new com badge, frowns, and then takes his old comm-badge and gives it to the ensign. Tapping the comm-badge, he clears his throat. "Ltn. Zon?"
Fairly certain it's less complex than faster than light navigation. :) Just needs 2-3 tugs linked to each other and then using their tractor beams. Nice thing about tug boats, they have engines design for things a hundred times their size. Never, ever, think you can out power a tug boat.
Veradiran grimaces. "Ltn. Zon, I'm not suggesting the station use it's tractor beams. I'm suggesting we have several tugs spin the ship on their tractor beams. Imagine the ship is a model, and the tractor beams are strings. The tugs would be the rod the strings are attached to. Do you understand now?"
"Not sure I trust the ship's engines right now... however, it's a good idea. Request the station give us a few tugs to spin us at the end of tractor beams."
Veriderin grimaces. "Yes, I understand, Ltn. Zon. I am concerned that there is a chance that increasing the gravitational matrix will have a catastrophic effect if the stabilizer suddenly returns to full functionality. Imagine if you have set the generators to 3G's to compensate, and then the stabilizer suddenly engages at full power. We will go from perhaps half a G to 3Gs. While my body is certainly capable of handling that gravity, most of the crew is not, and even I am not equipped for sudden changes in gravity. I would much rather secure for zero-G operations than chance a rapid increase in gravity."
"Ensign Breen, we are in a full drill, so please treat it as a serious drill. Ltn. Grraaz will send someone down to secure the lab, and Engineering will send someone to investigate the transporter logs."
"Ltn. Commander Zon, please reduce gravity to 0.7 standard to relieve the strain, and commence repairs. Document everything, if the shipyard didn't do their job, I want it documented."
Veraderin then orders the computer to override all transporters on the ship, including those on runabouts, and shut them down as part of the drill, and report that they are offline as part of the drill. Only the Captain or Himself or the Chief Medical Officer (for medical emergencies) can override that order.
Veradiran frowns, and has the computer do a search for the unknown crewman. He fires the description to Graatz See spoiler to Veradiran earlier. He sends a text to the security officer. Ltn, uknown crew entered runabout, never left. Analyze systems to see if it beamed out using intraship teleport. Ensure wine does not leave secure holding area, may be part of issue. I want a scanner on it 24/7. Ensure scans scan the case and not just the contents. Veradiran, while walking around marking off crewmen from his list, also has the computer search for any sensor readings consistent with un-scheduled teleporting.
I'd suggest going to town on the runabout, and ordering your security people to spread out and perform the 'drills'. Grrazz knows they are fake drills, but the security people won't. On the other hand, he is Kzin, so he can scream and leap and make them treat them as real (which they actually are, they just don't realize it).
Veradiran taps his comm badge off, and thinks. The Runabout is already in the hands of the Security Chief, so he begins on tracking down life forms and crew. He'll leave it to the Chief of Engineering to deal with portions of the ship where sensors can't reach, or where the sensors can't get a good reading currently.
He accesses the computer, and has himself listed as a 'casualty' in all of the 'drills'.
He then begins to make his way among the crew. He attaches his personal padd device to his wrist, and sets it's projection software to broadcast holographic data directly into his eye, so he can see it but no-one else can. Once done, he brings up an internal scan of every life form on the ship, and begins moving around. Each life form he stops and addresses them by name (based on the entry that comes up on his display), asks something about their history from the file, shakes a hand, grips an arm, or otherwise comes into physical contact with them. Anyone who answers without issue, and who he can pick up surface thoughts and/or normal emotions from on physical contact, he marks off his list.
Anyone he can't get a reading on, or who refuses a touch, or misses an answer, goes onto a short list. Those who speak a language that is native to them that he speaks, he speaks to them in their native language. Those who have a native language he doesn't speak, he asks them to give him some basic pointers on their language.
Veradiran takes the confidential connection in private. "Yes Captain, if I might suggest, we should not broadcast this. I suggest we announce that we are delaying the launch by 12 hours to deal with a faulty power grid on Deck 17, and that in order to make effective use of the time, we are planning a series of drills. Start with emergency medical drill, then a simulated toxin leak, then a simulated infiltration by Romulan operatives." He mentally calculates. "The first two should take no more than half an hour. We contact two members of the crew, and inform them on secure channel they are 'Romulan Agents'. While everyone is trying to catch the Romulan Agents, they may catch our intruder. Plus it gives us an excuse to lock everything down, and deploy security throughout the ship. Finally, we can prevent everyone from entering or leaving the ship, as part of the drill."
Once he's done talking to the Science Officer, Veradiran contacts Ltn. Landen.
"Ltn. Landen, this is Ltn. Commander Veradiran. The science labs on Deck 17 are experiencing cascade electrical failures that are causing unsafe work environments. I was unaware of the scope of issues, and I am unsure if the level of issue reached you or not. I wanted to alert you that I've authorized all marines with Emergency Damage Control be released from security duty to assist the engineers you assigned, and requested some additional resources from the Flight Deck to add to the body count. I know you're up to your elbows in issues from engineering if the fire warning that flashed on my personal comm unit is correct. This is an informational contact, so you are aware of the issues. I suspect the rush to retrofit the ship, and re-run the power conduits has introduced instability in the ships's power grid. This is no reflection on you or your crew. However, I want every single issue documented as thoroughly as possible. Someone signed off on these modifications as being complete and ready for duty, and when I find that person, I am going to personally push for disciplinary action, up to and including demotion or even prison time if injuries have occurred."
Veradiran takes a seat. "Wouldn't be doing my job if I didn't. But I don't plan on lecturing you. I'm most concerned about the fact you didn't bump known issues up the chain of command. I can't pull rank to get you more resources if I don't know the problem is there. A hastily constructed science bay on a military ship that doesn't work because it was rushed into place, combined with an understaff science department, is not your fault." He says, but then holds up a finger. "Now, having said that, what is your fault is trying to take care of it without pushing it up the ladder. That's what the ladder's for, so crap can be pushed up it. It's much better to push the crap up, than to wait for it to rain down on you."
Veradiran shakes his head. "Now, to get things fixed, we use scientific rigor, shut it all down, fix the biggest issues first, see what's causing a cascade effect, and move on. That means power first, then the ancillary systems that use the most power, shield emitters, particle filters, and so on. Then, we move on to the mundane items, lights, replicators, and so on. Then we clean up, make everything look nice. Then we spend a day making sure we've got all the bugs out, and if things look good, we move on to activating the big expensive science equipment, tachyon microscopes, positronic neural net analyzers, and so forth. When we leave, we leave smiling, and you start issuing orders. Everyone sees us both smiling, and nobody thinks you got dressed down. Which is true, this isn't a dress down, this is us working together to get the job done."
Veradiran looks around, and then clears his throat loudly. "Attention! Officer on deck! Everyone STOP what you are doing immediately." He makes sure he has everyone's attention, before continuing. "Senior Chief Morgan, Chief Tolbits, shut down everything in the area, all systems. I will not have the Captain seeing the ship looking as if it's a prop set on a Keystone Kops holodeck program. Everyone else stay away from anything with power until things are powered down. Once we have things powered down, Senior Chief, Chief, I want the power relays checked and rechecked until we can be sure that we will have steady uninterrupted power to the labs. Then, and only then, will we begin bringing up laboratory systems in an orderly and controlled manner." His voice cuts through the room like a vibroblade.
He taps his comm badge. "Ltn. Grraazz, I need you to immediately release any and all of your security personnel with at least a Level 3 Rating in emergency damage control procedures. Redeploy off duty personnel to onduty as needed to cover the losses. Deploy them to Deck 17 and have them report to me please."
He taps the comm badge again. "Master Chief McGuillicutty? I need any flight technicians you can release for emergency repair duty without delaying your own preparations."
The Master Chief responds. "Things are going good here, I can send up 3, maybe 4. I can pull a few on duty if you need them as well?"
"Yes, Master Chief, I think that would be best. Please send them to Deck 17." The vulcan responds.
"Yes sir, on their way."
Veradiran then turns to the Chief Science Officer as things calm down as power begins to go down all over the sciences labs, and emergency panels begin to glow with dull orange light. "Ltn. Andros, I think you and I need to talk in private for a moment or two, in your office?" He says evenly in a calm voice.
Veradiran smiles. "Well, we can certainly do so. It's one of the few drinks that affects Vulcans and Humans equally well." He makes a few notes on his own unit. "Sorry about the classification, again, you know how Starfleet is." He fires off the information about how much room they'll have. "If you think of anything else you'd like us to bring out, Terra Chocolate, for example, or sports equipment, or books, just let me know. It was a pleasure talking to you Senior Chief."
Once the Senior Chief says his goodbyes and the connection dies, he stands up. "Ltn. Andros, my apologies if I snapped at you. I'll be down shortly. It appears the rush job to get us ready for space has left us in no condition to enter space. I'll be down shortly." He checks his pad, then taps his comm unit. "Computer, ship wide communication please."
[bigger]"Ensign Katelyne... Bambi.. Schiller. Report to Ltn. Commander Veradiran in Sciences in 10 minutes. I repeat, Ensign Katelyne Bambi Schiller, report to Ltn. Commander Veradiran in Sciences in 10 minutes."
He then taps the comm badge and heads down toward the Sciences deck. "Computer, what issues have been occurring in the Science Labs, and diagnose where the reports stopped on their way up the command chain to me."
Veraderin grimaces. "Sorry Senior Chief, my apologies. The ship is still experiencing some technical issues, including the comm badge override during subspace comm calls." He taps the comm badge. "Ltn. Andros, I'm on subspace comm with DS9. I'll be done within 5 minutes. In the meantime, find your ensign, and discipline them if the reason is specious. I'll come down to discuss the issues in the sciences lab, and why I haven't heard about them until now."
He taps the badge again, and returns to O'Brien. "Sorry again. Please continue?"
Veraderin adjusts the comm link, engaging the Federation Security Link to encrypt the communications. Once the computer confirms it's secure, he continues. "Greetings, Senior Chief O'Brien. My apologies for comming you without warning. I'm sure you understand how Starfleet is, hurry up and get things done last week. At least when it's not hurry up and wait." He grins. "I'm sure you're aware our ship will be docking there in a couple of weeks, it may not have it's name in your logs yet however. It's the USS Miyazaki, NCC-17032."Or whatever the number actually is if I missed it"We will be taking on crew and supplies. My call is two fold, I want to make sure that the crew are ready or will be ready to be picked up when we arrive, and the same with the supplies. The second reason for the call is to see if there is anything you'd like us to pick up and bring with us for the station. No reason not to use some hanger space to get you things on backorder if we can. Along that line of reasoning, we're also in the situation of having a lot of fighter and runabout parts we won't actually end up needing, and we need a lot more raw material than we were originally supposed to need. So I wanted to see if you need any of those fighter or runabout parts, and how much raw material you can add to our supplies, so I know what we need to try to pull down either here or along the way to make our quotas."
"Ah, yes, thank you sir. My apologies, I had temporarily forgotten DS9 is a civilian station. Could you please connect me to the head of Starfleet procurement for the station..." He double checks his data. "...Senior Chief Petty Officer O'Brien, I believe. Thank you." He gives the Ferengi a bright white smile, knowing that should throw the Ferengi off his stride, especially when combined with fluent Ferengi spoken with politeness.
"Yes, treat it as a class one biohazard until we've done a full diagnostic. You can use a transporter to get a drop from each bottle to test separately. Full quarantine." It's likely not dangerous, but the Captain wanted it as a field test, and this is the proper protocols. As much as he is annoyed by the rule book at times, Veradiran still follows it unless he has a good reason not to, and annoyance over a waste of time is not a good reason. "Keep me posted."
He turns back to the Flight Chief. "Excellent, I think this will work, but we'll need to send ahead to DS9 for additional raw materials. Please make the changes we discussed to stores, and arrange to offload the parts we identified as redundant, either here or at DS9."
Once they are done, he contacts the Captain. "Captain? I believe the Flight Chief and I have a solution for the raw materials and hard to manufacture parts. Turns out there are fewer than might have been suspected, mainly due to our having nanofactories on board. We will need to send requests to DS9 to stock up for us as we can't get everything we need in raw materials on base without delaying our departure. I will ask DS9 if they need fighter and runabout parts, and trade them parts for raw materials. If they don't, we'll offload the parts here before we leave. Also, preliminary scans of the bloodwine indicate no danger so far, continuing with Level 1 testing."
Veradiran then sends off a comm to DS9 to see if they are interested in trading parts for raw materials when they come through.
Veradiran checks over the comm systems, finds that they are working within expected parameters, and then goes down to the flight deck. He checks his hand held personal comp*, and pulls up an image of the Flight Chief. Finding her nearby, wearing a pressurized flight suit, he walks over.
"Master Chief McGuillicutty? A pleasure to meet you." He holds out her hand, and receives a double take before the woman accepts the handshake.
"You must be Commander Veradiran, pleasure to meet you sir." She responds formally.
"Indeed, I look forward to working with you. I had decent ratings as a pilot in the Academy, and before, so I expect you'll have to chase me out of the fighter bay regularly. I promise not to hold it against you on your fitness reviews... much..." He gives the woman a grin, and get's another double take.
"Well, I can't really blame you sir, they are sweet little craft. No offense sir, but you are Vulcan, aren't you?"
He laughs. "Different clan than the ones you're used to. Suffice it to say we're a bit less iron rod up our butts, I believe is the human expression. Don't worry though, I'm used to the question. Now, if you don't mind, I actually, unfortunately, do have official business. The captain would like us to figure out a way to make ourselves as flexible as possible. I believe we currently are carrying replacement parts for all the flight units?"
The Master Chief grimaces. "Well, we're supposed to be, but the shipments haven't arrived yet. I got enough raw parts to build 5 new fighters, one runabout, and 3 bees. I got enough parts to do routine maintenance on the scout ships, but not build one from scratch. Considering their size and complexity, I was never fond of the idea of building one from scratch anyway. You need a dry dock for something that big."
Veradiran nods. "Well, that may work out better anyway. As you know, we have two nanofactories that were put in to build new torpedoes as we deplete our resources. Those nanofactories could just as easily build replacement parts if we have the right raw resources. I believe, and the Captain approves, that we should limit raw parts to enough to do emergency repairs and maybe one or possibly two full builds, then manufacture what we need from raw material. We can store a lot more raw material than parts, and replenish raw materials in the Gamma Quadrant as well. However, you and I need to hammer out exactly what we need, how much to dedicate to hard to manufacture parts, and work out gathering the raw materials as well."
The Master Chief nods, enthusiastically. "I like that a lot better! I've been worried about how many different flight and engine systems we have. You just can't mount runabout systems on a fighter, or vice versa, plus the bees and scout ships. Let's go to my office sir, and get to work on that."
Veradiran motions for the Master Chief to lead the way, and they go off to work and hammer out details for the next few hours.
Ten minutes later, Martine gets a comm call. "Ltn. Landon? Would you please look into why my Orion Black Tea is Terran Black Liquorice? I suspect there is an issue with voice recognition or translator system. I was able to get a glass of tea by manually inputting the correct index code for the tea."
*:
Veradiran uses a non-fleet issue personal comp. It is approved for use by Starfleet Personnel, but is significantly more powerful than the standard PADD units. It is also extremely compact, and utilizes a mixture of isolinere circuitry and the new gel circuitry components. The devise weighs approximately one pound, and folds up like a clam shell for minimal space requirements. It is capable of displaying data on a small 2x2 cm screen, or as is the more common method of use, emitting pulses of light that are directed directly into the eyes of it's user, causing as much as 50% of the user's visual range to be used as a display surface. It is capable of reading facial expressions and hand motions, and responding to them. It has a learning capacity, to become more and more tightly integrated to it's primary user. It can also extend bracing from it's frame to wrap around the user's wrist, turning it into a worn comp unit.
Veladarin nods, although the captain can't see. "Very good sir, I'll hand it off to Security then."
He contacts Grrazz on the commlink. "Ltn. Grrazz? There is a crate on the Runabout Pipsqueak. Please send some guards to take it into custody. I want it treated as if it might be a level 1 biohazard, type unknown. Ensure it is delivered to a quarantine container in Medical, and alert the Chief Medical Officer to perform test to ensure it is safe. Have someone wait with the doctor until the testing is complete. If the crate is safe for humanoid consumption, your security personnel are to take it to the lounge and store it in the secure storage room, strapped down, and then log into the consumables database. Packing information is on the crate. Alert Ensign Stoval that you will be taking over for him, and that he relieved of guard duty on the runabout. Finally, please have a security detail go over the Pipsqueak with utmost care and ensure there is no other contraband on the ship, and that it is in good repair."
He thinks, then contacts the Captain. "Captain Cahr, we have a small issue. Some class 3 intoxicants were left on a runabout while it was assigned elsewhere, and the runabout was then assigned to us. Computer records indicate it's now unowned as a result. I suggest subjecting it to a full security and health scan, and if it's still safe for consumption, adding it to the ship's stores in the Lounge." He pauses just long enough for the captain to become curious what it is. "One crate of Klingon Bloodwine, it appears. Shall I have our medical section perform a full scan on it? Or perhaps space it?"
Oh, I agree on the pilot side. I'm hoping a lot of our crew are cross-trained to pilots. We were told most were cross-trained (I went that route with Veradiran, Comm/Psych/Command/Pilot/Tactical, which is to say, Tactical/Comm/Command spec.
Yep, the GM said we had facilities to manufacture on the ship (Nanofactories I'm assuming). So if we have the raw materials, we can manufacture parts. The only parts we should need are things our nanofacs can't handle, like Dilithium or Dibhoron or other unstable stuff.
The other advantage to raw material instead of parts is, we can manufacture what we need, instead of needing to guess what we'll need ahead of time, and can use that raw material to manufacture fighter parts, shuttle parts, ship parts, weapon parts, whatever. We can't get a fighter engine to work as a phaser, but we can use the raw material for a single fighter phaser to make two or three phaser rifles if we need them.
Veradiran sighs. "I suspect it is a gift from the Admiral, or to the Admiral, or from the Captain, or to the Captain. However, standard security protocols apply. Full scan the crate, assume it's contraband or a security breech for now. Seal off the runabout until I track down the truth. However, keep all security scrutiny out of sight. If it is contraband, I want to make sure we catch whoever smuggled it aboard. If it's legit, we don't want to embarrass the officer who didn't put paperwork in on it, no doubt via an oversight." He takes out his personal device, and links to the ship's system, double checking there's nothing in it about Klingon Bloodwine.
If nothing is found, he'll nod at the ensign. "Good work, Ensign... Stoval, I believe? I'll let you know what to do with it beyond securing the runabout it's in as soon as I know something."
When the ensign leaves, he steps into an alcove, and taps his communicator... Wait to make sure there's nothing in the ship's logs about it or the runabout, and then contact the Captain and Admiral.
"Arr what I meant was the parts that would be hard for us to make while on our mission, not so worried about raw parts but yes set the raw parts target at four fighter. I would the like us to have the hard to make parts for another 24 if possible, let me know your views. My aim to it have the possibility of another two flight wing should we need them. I know it may not be possible but I want to know if we could if needs be. Even one wing would help."
"Ah, of course captain. Perhaps it might be better to set targets by percentage then. I'll work up something with the flight officer shortly, as soon as I finish digging into the comm arrays."
Finishing up with the Captain, Veradiran contacts Lt. Martine. "Lt. Sorry to bother you, Commander Veradiran here. You should have a signed off work order from me for the weapons systems, and I've just finished the deflector array and shield generators. All systems are green, confirmed with a manual review inside the guts as well. Nothing came up unusual. I'm about to review the comm arrays. I had requested a physical inspection of the sensor array from your department. I wanted to make sure you were aware of it, I realize you're understaffed at the moment, and I'd have done the sensor array myself, but I'm not rated on sensors, only weapons and comm systems. Given we'll be traveling crew light to DS9, I'd appreciate it if you could prioritize the sensors, life support, and warp drive. I'm sure you already are, but I'd like all of those systems double checked manually as well. I realize it's more work, but I never trust the computer to know that it's broken, any more than I would trust a doctor to know his own health needs." He smiles as he wriggles out of the deflector array, his face smeared with grease and his hands grimy.
"Apologies Captain, just confirming. I was suggesting enough raw parts to build 4 fighters from scratch, and dedicating the rest of our repair part storage space to as much Raw Materials for fabrication as we could fit in. You'd prefer to increase the raw parts at the expense of raw materials/ That can certainly be done of course, up to whatever number of raw parts you'd prefer over fabricated parts. Is there a specific target number? Until I discuss it with the flight chief, I'm afraid I'm not sure how much space we actually have for parts storage. I'm assuming we'll need to do something similar with the other flight systems, which complicates our logistics, as the runabouts, bees, shuttles, and scout ships all use different parts. The more we fabricate parts on the fly as needed, the more raw materials we can pack in, at the expense of making it take longer to repair/rebuild parasite craft. We can strike any balance the Captain wishes, I just need a target to balance against."
Veradiran grunts, being torso deep inside the deflector shield. "Nothing yet, Captain. Weapons check out, as does the bridge tactical system, and the diagnostics on the weapons. Currently checking shields and deflector system. I've put in a request to have the sensor array double checked manually. When I'm done here, I need to check the comm system, and then will proceed to the hanger deck and discuss where to put parts and what parts we'll need with the flight deck officer to see what components our nanofactory can't replicate, or at least what raw materials may be hard to find. The nanofactories they put in to produce quantum torpedoes can do double duty manufacturing flight parts, if they have the proper raw materials. Things like Iron and Aluminum and other basic materials we should be able to find in abundance, even if we have to send the bees out to do some asteroid mining. I'm more concerned about the rarer elements and secondary and tertiary elements*, which are much more of an issue to replicate. Raw materials would also be easier to store than finished parts. So, my suggestion is enough finished parts to build 4 complete new fighters, and the rest in Raw Material. If we're losing fighters so fast we can't replicate the additional parts from raw materials, I suspect we'll be too busy to build the replacement fighters."
*:
Secondary Elements are elements on the secondary element table, a extenion of the classic element table. Dilithium is the most widely known and used element of this high-particle table. Secondary elements are not normally stable in standard space time, and are only stable near natural tears in the space time continuum such as worm holes, cosmic strings, black holes, and other natural phenomena that destabilize classic space/time.
Tertiary elements, such as Trilithium, are not stable in classical space/time and require special subspace fields to be kept stable.
Veradiran takes his hand held pad out of a pouch at his waist, and checks a few notes. "If you'll excuse me? It appears our Tactical Officer has not yet arrived. I will take over her duties until she arrives. Wouldn't want us to go off to the Gamma Quadrant with Caramel Torpedoes instead of Quantum Torpedoes just because someone mis-typed a requisition order." He gives a small smile the rest of the crew. "I'd just like to say, before I go, that I look forward to serving with you all. If you ever need my help, either on or off the record, my office door is always open." He takes a few steps, and then pauses. "I can't say the same for my quarters, but the office door is always open."
Veradiran then heads up to the bridge to the Tactical station and begins going over the ship's readyness reports, the weapons diagnostics, and defensive readouts. When done, he goes to each of the weapon systems in turn and manually confirms the tactical station was correct, and then checks the shield emitters, the deflector dish readings, and finally checks the comm systems.
Yeah, I'd rather have someone who admits they are emotional and develops ways to deal with it and accepts it, than someone who lives in a perpetual state of denial and then loses it at the worst possible time. :)
Update profile to show training and degrees.
So, from what I can tell, Veradiran would have the following stats (as compared to humans)
STR : x3 (x5 in a rage, like pon farr)
DEX : x1
CON : x1.5 to x2
INT : x1.5
WIS : x1
CHA : x1
Some interesting facts about vulcans. They have a nictating membrane, that makes them highly resistant to blidness from light. Their bloodpressure is all but non-existent, meaning they don't bleed out quickly like humans. Their heart may or may not be on the right and below the rib cage. Spock's was, but then, he had a hybrid physiology. A heart not protected by ribs would seem to be a bad biological idea. :) Vulcans are 3 time stronger than humans, but can range up to 5 times stronger in a rage.
Vulcans are immune to the effects of alcohol, however, large quantities of sucrose and fructose can affect a Vulcan as if they were drunk (also chocolate has the same effect).
Vulcans are touch telepaths, and can shield their minds from other empaths and telepaths if they are trained. (Veradiran normally doesn't bother, especially around Betazeds, as he's found they grow irrational if they can't feel the emotions of others. Then again, they grow irrational if they can feel a Vulcan's emotions, so bleh). :)
Vulcans have extremely strong emotions, and much of their history was extremely violent as a result.
Veradiran has a large collection of hand-to-hand weapons, inlcuding a Katana, a Bat'leth, a Mek'leth, an Ahn'woon, a Lirpa, and a Cutlass.
He's also got a few ranged weapons, a Dueling Pistol (black powder) from Earth's 18th century. An Andorian plasma rifle as well. Also an Orion disruptor pistol.
Nah, no worries. Veradiran is not the standard Vulcan, no doubt Cahr has never encountered anyone like him.
Romulans give into to their emotions but still deny quite a bit of them, but lack any history of major control. Vulcans go past control all the way to denial from a young age.
Veradiran's clan is something of a middle ground, they marry the acknowledgement of the emotion to an inhuman ability to ignore the emotion while they accept it and let it add to their thought processes.
If you remember how Spock got when his emotions overwhelmed him in the series, you have some idea how Vulcans with emotions react (or Sarek when he was losing control in TNG), raw unprocessed Vulcan emotion is shocking in it's ability to swing from violence to sadness to happyness to depression.
"Captain, if they weren't being controlled, everyone in the room would be dead. You are simply experiencing what all Vulcans deal with all the time. There are two ways to handle such emotion, control, or denial. You have only met those who deny their emotions. I am not a Romulan, and accusing me of acting like one, as you can feel, sends me into a murderous rage. I simply don't allow the emotions to take control. I acknowledge them, but they are not in control. Humans, and to some extent, most Federation species, have trouble controlling their emotions. My clan has always embraced our emotions. One cannot deny something so primal in one's personality without seriously harming one's psyche. Most Vulcans you have met are, quite frankly, psychically damaged and wounded. I assure you, my emotions will not take control unless I allow them to, and I only allow them to when it makes sense for them to take control."
Veradarin turns to Grrazz, and gives an incline of his head. "Lieutenant, I have not yet met a Kzin. I believe I pronounced the accepted singular nomenclature correctly, even if I am not using the proper racial reference. I look forward to the opportunity to learn your language, if you are willing to teach it."
"Entirely possible, Captain. I suggest the Admiral send a request to Vulcan for their information." He gives a grin. "I doubt any request by me or my clan would be looked at for at least a decade, perhaps two." He then continues in a different language.
Betazed:
"Do not let appearances deceive Captain, it bodes ill for our future if you are so easily misled by a pair of pointy ears."Despite the calm exterior, the Vulcan goes through a few seconds of towering murderous rage, although nothing of it seems to so much as display in his voice or on his features. The rage quickly drops down to outrage, then to anger, then to a mild resentment... over time, it will dissapate.
"Given the origin of the classes name, I suggest Miyazaki. It has the additional advantage of being untranslatable to aliens via the universal translator, and presumable alien universal translators as well, thus avoiding cultural issues. Naming ships Enterprise and Intrepid is all well and good until we run into a species with cultural baggage around the idea of an enterprise being slave trading, or intrepid meaning lack of concern for others lives."
"With all due respect, Captain Cahr, the rulebook was written more for the unknown unknowns, which by the way, is redundant. As first officer, I will perform my duties, which include ensuring you are no James T Kirk."Amusement radiates off the Vulcan
The vulcan nods. "Prior to this assignment, I was assigned to Project Pathfinder. As the Admiral may know, although I'm not sure others do, the USS Voyager was not destroyed, but instead was swept into the Delta Quadrant. Project Pathfinder has been attempting to create micro-wormholes to re-open contact with Voyager. This is proceeding, and within another year or two, we might be able to. However, part of the research required testing, and to test, we built a small handful of Pathfinder Prototypes, automated systems that could act as relays. Originally we had thought we might need to have Voyager build such relays as they traveled and send them on ahead at maximum warp on runabouts. However, we think we've bypassed that. The relays are built, and work.. for a certain definition of work. They can only reach approximately 10,000 light years, and only for 10 minute windows every 30 standard days. If we seeded one through the Bajor wormhole, and took one with us, we could communicate to the Bajor wormhole from the other side of the Gamma Quadrant, about once a month, as the relay rebuilt it's charge. We could then drop a relay near our wormhole exit, to send our communications to the Bajor relay. We already have ships transiting the Bajor wormhole regularly, having them pick up and relay our communications would allow us to send our reports back much more quietly than the buoys would. The buoys could then be a backup mechanism for communications, should the relays be found or break."
"If we are leaving buoys, we will be advertising the wormholes presence as they will need to transit it to communicate, which will make the wormhole pulse, which can be detected at a major distance..." He pauses. "Admiral, if I might ask... what is your security clearance? And the clearance of those in the room?"
Unless the GM objects, Veldarin will suggest the ship install one of the Pathfinder Prototypes, and that a second be dropped through the Bajoran wormhole and left in some out of the way system somewhere. The Pathfinder project was designed to allow communications one-way over galactic distances. Having a few prototypes set up would allow a monthly report home over the relays, as they slowly recharged for the massive subspace broadcast, and would be very secure. Plus it would fit the type of testing, where you're using prototypes that can talk to each other first, then moving on to long range one-way communications. This works better if 2370 is just a rough number, and not exact. Say, 2374.
Veradiran nods in Kasia's direction, as he had nodded to Martine on her entrance. He'd given the Captain a more formal acknowledgement, but he seems deep in thought, and mostly paying attention to the alteration plans of the Akira.
Veradiran looks at the modifications, and rubs his chin. "If it's not too late, I would also suggest extra food stores. If we're using the wormhole at Bajor, we have no guarantee it won't turn unstable. I'd rather not find out on our way back to get supplies that it's moved. We have a smaller than expected crew, if we pack up the extra escape pods with nutrient packs for the synthesizers, we could add an extra couple of months of food supplies without endangering our crew, especially if we unload them first." He touches the scout ships and runabouts. "Each of these have cargo holds, and I suggest we fill them up with spare parts. Mixing the craft gives us a tactical advantage, but a logistics complication, because we now need replacement parts for more varied craft."
