Mitar Precip

Dear Garnoopy Log by Cdr. Mitar Precip Computer Encode Channel Bolian One. Dear Chief Garnoopy, Professor Garnoopy or Cdr Garnoopy: I am not certain you will receive this communique given we have left spacedock and given where it is coming from. Nonetheless, I felt after the years we served together my lack of saying goodbye was bad even for a relatively mild mannered Bolian. I honestly don’t know how you got out..if you are indeed out. My logs I wrote while I was amnesiac it was suggested by Margaux it is impossible to leave this arm of Starfleet. Yet you did. I am surprised by the move, but I shouldn't be, for you have always expressed disagreements with our CO far more boisterous than I ever did...well until recently. I still do not know exactly put me over the edge on the last mission, nor why I am not back on Earth in New Zealand Penal but I will discover it. Back to why I wrote. I wanted to thank you for all the times you saved my life and you probably viewed it as just part of the job. Maintaining what you had to maintain with consistent demands could not have been easy. I admit, as you pointed out to me in conversation, I was not the best CSEC we could or should have, and my department interfered with your work. For that I am sorry. I aim to improve, for you ran your department far better than I have. You shared with me constructive criticism only a friend could do, and I shall miss that. I will miss you tapping on the LCARS panels so hard I don’t know how you kept them going. You will be missed Garnoopy, my friend. I shall cherish what you did and gave to me. My scooter is in my quarters, and will go wherever I go to remember the best shipmate and engineer I have ever worked with. Until we meet again in the stars, Mitar Precip

Yeah there is a lot of speculation from movie sources...and I take it Game Modelers the size of the "New" NCC-1701 will be. One can only hope it will be all settled in the next movie, some deck reference..how many meters in length she is...now that would be the kicker there. Long way off before then. So guess one has to make up there own minds! -precip "Member of the Romulan Warbird never got it's size props in TNG in and DS9 club"

Obviously I need to do some shopping on that River named website for some Starship Books. How selfish...need to start shopping for others first! Oh dear..where to begin? -Precip

2413 Three weeks later... Back at the yard.... Starbase 57; Spacedock, above Vesta Daniel Winston piloted the CRAB starship servicing vehicle closely to the inspection point, the port strut nacelle of the USS Axiom segment 7, hull access port 3. His normal EVA operational officer, Commander Baxter, watched his every move from one of the many command stations inside the gigantic orbital spacedock in orbit of the planet Vesta, collectively along what is known as Starbase 57. The Axiom , despite its size as post Dominion War replacement design for the Galaxy class, could easily have three of her sister ships docked alongside her in the cavernous interior of the “The Ketchup Bottle,” as Winston liked to describe the dock. Fortunately for Winston, the Axiom was the only ship in the dock. Problem was, it was the fourth starship in two months where a ship’s CENG had insisted the ship be brought in for structural analysis. “You know, Daniel, on this one the CENG threatened to resign on the spot if his Captain didn’t put his ship in for repairs,” Baxter commed. “Really? Gutsy engineer. I had it that Captains had the final say on the matter these days. Maneuvering Crab into position.” Let me guess.... Both officers answered simultaneously “Too many high speed warp runs.” “Well... let’s see what we got here....” Winston began putting the small CRAB through its paces using all its mobile arms, the two largest to remove the large hull plating to access the area of attention inside. A CRAB really looked like a crab from earth with all her robotics deployed. “How is Mark doing?” Baxter chimed in casually. He knew Winston was the best dock man at the Starbase - and probably the best engineer as well - yet you could talk to the mechanic and not seem to bug him. “Well, nothing new since last weekend’s visit, aside from admitting he had a crush on a girl and thinks he’s too small to impress.” Winston maneuvered the CRAB’s larger arms away with the hull plate to give the image recording arm a full view. “I tell him don’t worry, you’ll be taller in time. Still, it’s what’s inside that counts. He’s twelve years old and already wanting to date.” Winston chuckled. “If your son is half as smart as your skill set is he won’t have any problems. Although every time you bring him up to visit here he seems more interested in the bone yard.” Baxter was curious. “He isn’t into engineering is he?” “Like I said, Sean, he’s only 12, so he’s got an interest in history. I can’t swing him to become an engineer at his age. Stand by for transmission from the eyeballs.” “Copy,” Baxter replied. “Yeah, who am I to tell your kid what to do? Mine are in the fleet now... protecting the Federation. Receiving data.” “Back to the bone yard,” Daniel spoke up. “You mind if I take Mark to visit some of the old ship bridges and other historical fleet parts up here?” “Take a shuttle out. I have no problem with that,” Baxter quickly replied “Actually, I was thinking of taking him on board a few of the hulls. I am quite certain he’d enjoy seeing how things have changed on starships and such.” Daniel Winston made his move. “Whoa...You are talking about EVA! That’s something completely different. A twelve-year-old EVAing in a wreck? I can’t sign on to that. Plus, he’d need certification. No way.” Daniel had to pause his work. “Sean.... I’d be right with him. He wouldn’t have any problems. I wouldn’t allow him to get into any problems. He’d be just looking around, touching old computers that have no juice whatsoever.” Baxter’s tone changed. “What if he pukes in his suit? You can’t take a kid on an EVA. He has no zero-g experience and lacks certification.” “He does have zero-g experience. He plays in the holodeck at the base in zero g sims.” “Under Safeties.” “Yeah, but he can spin and yaw and rotate around and not get sick. He also can pass certification. He’s seen the test, and...." “He’s seen the test? You really expect me to sign off on this....” “Rotating imager 30 degrees. Yes, I think you will, Sean. He can do it. And don’t tell me you haven’t a suit his size.” Baxter swore on the comm. “You are a schemer, but I want to see the kid himself get into gear. I certify him, not you, Mark. You understand that. He can’t find a switch on his suit, he deal is off. He can’t find a....” “Found our issue. Transmitting now, all spectrums. Sean. Commander. He can do it.” “Darn you Winston... darn you and your gene pool for having enough intelligence to even make me consider this. I.... Oh.” Baxter stopped his tirade in its tracks. “I am sorry... Rachel... I didn’t mean to....” “He does have his mother’s eyes. Check our image out: strut alpha six through alpha niner.” Baxter took a look at the screen capture sent from Winston’s probe. His thoughts were shaken. He had just besmirched his friend’s late wife, the one Daniel Winston’s son had no memory of. What a knucklehead. ”Okay I copy the image. Classic micro-fracture and alloy fatigue tell all. I’ll advise the Captain that he’ll need his vessel tugged to have the strut replaced.” “Copy.” “Bring Mark when he’s ready. I’ll test him for EVA certification.” “Thanks, Baxter. And by the way... we need to put in a note for that engineer.” “Copy. I’ll handle it. I’ll handle everything.” Daniel Winston smiled as he piloted the CRAB away from the Axiom. “Understood.” Now he needed his son to pull through for him for the plan to work.

Happy Birthday Gentlemen! Now behave yourselves. Precip

2413 Once upon a shuttle.... Federation Space: Yridia Sector The Captain, Chief Medical Officer, Chief Engineer and Chief of Security of the USS Deterrence stood beside the vacated Galaxy-Ex Commercial Shuttle in the confines of Shuttlebay one. They had found the shuttle via its emergency beacon drifting away from transit lane used by the company. Upon recovery of what the Senior Staff thought was a routine ship in distress call, everything became clear this call was far from routine. “How’s the pilot doing Doctor” the captain querried as he walked around the cargo shuttle, examining it for the first time. “The patient will live. He sustained no injuries during his ordeal... aside from perhaps his pride: being caught in his sleep cycle when this went down... and a fear of being fired over this,” the Chief Medical officer replied. I’ve had to sedate him to keep him calm. “After what he endured I don’t blame him.... being held hostage and losing his shipment. What was his testimony?” the Captain replied. “Excuse me, Captain, he did not lose his shipment,” the Tellarite CSEC replied. “What?” “Yes sir... Captain... the Gal-Ex manifest checks out with every item on his ship. Nothing from his cargo was stolen, and that included over 500 bars of Gold Pressed Latinum, 40 class one EPS relay terminals, three barrels of bloodwine, 1600 units of....” “Okay.... Okay.” The Captain was a bit irritated wondering if this was just a pilot who fell asleep and or took a personal cruise. “Sir, there was a theft. If I may show you?” The CENG pepped up. The four entered the shuttle through the port hatch and worked themselves to the rear of the shuttle dodging the cargo left on board. The CENG took the lead..and accessed the engine compartment..and showed off what perked his interest. “I don’t see anything,”the Captain pointed out. “Wait you mean to tell me....” The CENG grinned almost. “This pilot had his warp core stolen right from under him. Whoever pulled this off was extremely... talented” “Talented in theft,” the Tellarite CSEC could only reply. “Look Captain, Chief. Whoever did this was no amateur. Most people who even tamper with a Matter-Antimatter assembly end up two ways dead... or severely injured. Note also...” the chief opened a hatch on the bottom of the lower floor of the engineering compartment, “...the anti-matter pods were taken.” Again, this was no simple group of criminals. The Doctor stepped in. “Indeed a simple pirate would have just shot the pilot and made off with the most valuable things quickly. The pilot was rendered unconscious for four days - at least from the blood tests I have done. The drug used was dyproximine-alpha, a common sedative used in emergency sickbay kits in Federation starships for over 50 years until crewmembers began abusing the drug for a guaranteed eight hour sleep without seeing their physician. This abuse of medicine ended with the removal of the drug 30 years ago. Whoever did this gave him a hypo each day... for at least four days... and then left the MRE’s.” The Chief of Security was a bit taken aback by the obvious conclusion. “The perpetrator of the engine theft wanted to the pilot to live.” “That’s right,” the CMO replied. “Not your normal act of piracy these days. He left him food for enough time until we could get here and activated the distress beacon. The pilot told me he did not activate it, it was already on when regained consciousness.” “Very strange case of theft indeed.” The Andorian Captain’s antennae twitched. “But in the eyes of some organizations, antimatter could be used to make a bomb. Blast and this theft probably took place...?” The CMO replied, “A good week ago.” “Captain, I cannot emphasize the skill level involved in removing and transporting an engine and its fuel. We would have detected an explosion if something went wrong,” the CENG added. CSEC replied, “...and nothing of such has been reported in this area sir. Captain, may I recommend an immediate search for a freighter-sized ship carrying the engine.” “Tactical will handle that Chief. I want you to scan this shuttle for DNA and/or anything else out of the ordinary. I will interview the pilot with the Doctor’s help, and then transmit what we have to command. And we better proceed quickly - they have a one week jump on us.” The Andorian Captain turned to exit the shuttlebay with another thought of not enough ships to do the job.

Errrr..sorry supposed to change topic....Got a shot for Whooping Cough today..sister is having a baby ...precautions. -Precip

There's got to be some sort of legal reason why they don't want to show the new Enterprise with the brewery...unless they are still slugging out the scale issues with the new ship they created. I was curious who published this material?

Today Caprica on SyFy got the axe. Hate when a story doesn't get a chance to have an end. :P Precip

The Starfleet Neurologist couldn't give any of the bolians a percise reason as to why they blacked out during their time in the Alternate Universe. For all intents and purposes aside from some checkins, they were cleared for duty. Except Mitar Precip. He didn't have a duty at the moment. Much to his suprise from the logs provided by the medical staff in the Neurology ward at Maurtin, salvaged from Manticore's computers..Mitar had been relieved of duty, and replaced by Cdr McFly. Mitar read his logs over and over again trying to figure out just what had happened. Simply put in his own words he disagreed with the Admiral on the bridge in this "Arcturan War" the ship particpated in while in the alternate universe. And he wouldn't back down. ::Mitar gazed out the viewport in his room on Maturin Station:: Wow..my career is over..finished. Precip could understand why he was relieved. Any officer doing what he did on the bridge would of been relieved. But he couldn't understand why he was so...persistent against the Admiral's battle plan. If they were at war....and were given a target to strike..they had to strike it..to fullfilll the mission. But in this alternate universe he basically was labeling the Admiral reckless. Mitar frowned. Often he viewed Atragon as being aggressisve, bold..daring as a flag officer in charge of a Black Ops ship which had been given missions no other CO could tackle. He had to be. So why in all the logs Mitar had written he seemed to disagree with his CO...and label the XO Captain Sovak..nothing but a "yes sir" second officer. First time at war..and I blow it. It's done. You stupid ::bolian swear:: Mitar. What were his options now? He could theoretically fight for his position given the fact the ship was in another universe under orders from a Consul General that in this universe was dead. He could ask the Admiral to visit him..since at the moment..he could not even board Manticore..and talk this out. He could transfer to one of the other vessels docked at Marutin..but most likely his request would be denied by those Captains based on what happened on the Manticore's bridge? He could switch departments. But he'd still have to be reinstated...and Mitar honestly was not qualified for anything Medical, Science..or complex Engineering. He was a Tactical officer...A Chief of Security..albiet in his own recollections before this mission...a weak one..that would change. Would Atragon even see him? It was worth a shot...Maybe he could get back to duty...Manticore was a Tactical officer's dream ship..capable of so many possiblities. Something had to be salvaged. Could he do it? Precip paged the Neurologist with a request to see the Admrial. The Doctor did not object to the meeting but only reminded Mitar that what was written in his logs did not reflect all that transpired between the too. Still he had to take the chance...he had to. End Log.

Dear STSFers, Forgive the intrusion...Some of you have heard about me having Starships lying around the house. And now I finally have the means to take pictures of them. My first attempt however, has run into a snag. I was curious if there was any way one can shrink an image so it meets the uploadable limit of this board. Basically my first attempt ended up at 2.96MB. Now for those of you who don't know me..I have professed to being a computer idiot...for a long time. I was wondering why the heck can't shrink the Starship picture to allow it to get by the memory block. We shrink photos all the time for Caption Contests...why not with the one I took. I had always thought that boards...when presented with an image too big to fit on a screen...would allow you to shrink the image to a certain amount of pixels to allow an image to be posted. Again I am not savy with tech....I was using a 12megapixel camera which probably sentenced me to death posting shots on this board. ANy suggestions would be appreciated and help too. THank you Precip "Digital Ditz"

I imagine when you use imageshack to resize your image you lose resolution? Stilll glad I got one to work. Believe me....I wish I had a Nebula ..just not availble. Same as the Enterprise C. I have to figure out how to make a background. Next ship I want to shoot is the D`deridex Warbird. -Precip

This is a test image ...Hot Wheels Klingon BoP I want to call it the "Qob"!

Thank you for help and I still need it. I will try to work with Paint...granted I have windows Xp..kinda old. Keep my fingers crossed. Mr. Marx, I kinda wanted to keep them here so one doesnt have to access another site. I'll visit imageshack..I 've worked a bit with them in the past I dont think I've ever shrunk an image using it. Heck I know I could just post these on FB...but Id rather not disclose so much info about myself in the process. Precip THe ditz.

Happy Thanksgiving to my friends up North! -Precip

Dog the Bounty Hunter in his giddy-up days.

My favorite color is teal..just a different take on blue..although Aquamarine and Turquoise are cool too. Not certain if Blue-Grey is an offical color. Precip

The second half of Caprica is make it or break it for the series. I like the series but they desperately need Galactica fans to latch on this series. I hate to see another science fiction series die to do lack of ratings.

.Personal Log NPC AENG Ens Spair USS Manticore-A Starfleet Academy suggested that I maintain personal logs for posterity sake..and for information retrival purposes. So I shall begin my first log as a crewman on the USS Manticore-A. It seems only last week I graduated from Starfleet Academy, got my basic Engineering credentials and recieved my first assignment..to Starbase 44 as an Ensign who would assist in servicing visiting starships. Then that assignment was promptly cancelled when the Starfleet Counsel General was assasinated by the Arctrurans..prompting a declaration of war..and mass redeployments of my graduating class. It seems like I've been through a wormhole..rushed to a starbase that doesn't have an official designation..that is..it isn't listed in the basic Starfleet Guide Starbases for Graduating Cadets. Odd when the Our runabout carrying six of my fellow graduates arrived at what appeared was nowhere in space. One of my shipmates asked..if it had been lost already in the war...the CO of the Runabout who was wearing all black said..Nope just hold your impulse engines. And then the base suddenly appeared...out of nowhere. I saw a ship docked at the Starbase..just one...a Nebula Class Starship couldn't make out her name. The CO said immediately upon arrival we would not be stowing our gear but recieving a debriefing of the highest possible importance regarding this space dock and ships serviced at it. Oh what a debriefing..how did I get selected to be at Maurtin Station. Heck I don't think I have the spelling right, but it we are not allowed any communiques off station so I guess it doesn't matter. The ship the USS Manticore-A a Nebula Class Starship was to be my new home as she recieved refits for a mission. Well that sounded normal. Now I think of entering the Main Engineering of the Nebula Class ship. Oh my..."bleeping" Bleep. TWO Warp Cores?? What the hell? That was the first of many suprises. Turns out as we departed spacedock...loaded to the teeth with weapons..we had a cloaking device. I did see a Romulan in the ship's mess..in a doctor's uniform I think. Perhaps she was a special liason that allowed us to have a cloaking device. I mean in the academy I learned..oh forget.. Next thing a few days later we are blasting away at a Target in Arcturan Space, with this huge power draining weapon. The "light" went on upstairs about the second warp core. We took hits, damage..and I found myself doing what I was supposed to be assigned to be doing ..servicing a starship...except one that had been in battle.. I still haven't met many people onboard..it's been a blur. Ensign Alex Ramirez in Main Engineering has been a great help..explaing some things as of late about this ship. I hope to catch up on this ship soon..I know I am just a replacement or Spare Engineer they thought this ship might need for battle to handle little damaged things..boy was I wrong. Computer End... Wait....I must confess something happened in deck 14, I am embarrassed even to record on a log..That deck..14 took a hit that must got through the shields...there were many engineers and security personel on it. As I approached an area with exposed power relays, ODN lines and strange packs of...gel..that I was told I was not cleared to work on...the end of the hallway abruptly ended in an impassable mess of damage..but the smell...and the the sight on the wall..made me sick...I was so in denial to what it was...but I knew it WAS someone. A security Ensign ..upon seeing me sick patted me on the back and she said .."Welcome to Manticore..newbie. Now clean up your new mess" What a way to show your "Green"Ensign Self on your first call of Duty. End Log.

How Barb baric!!! -Precip

joe, Just curious if you got the email I sent regarding my idea of "particpating". Thanks, Mitar Precip

/ Oh and the Emmy's have no guts. They stick to the same conservative crap each year. Not to say "The Pacific" is in that catagory. But these guys clearly have no interest in Sci-Fi, or anything that deals with the Supernatural.. -Precip

' East Coast Bias 5 guys just opened up a joint 2 miles from my house..Invading InNOut's turf -Precip

..... Personal Log Mitar Precip Guest, USS Manticore-A I have with the help of some of my former Security Co-workers, sucessfully moved out of the Command level quarters I have occupied for some time. They will be available for Commander McFly, my replacement for his immediate use. My new quarters are several decks down and are basically courtesy quarters, a remenant of the commonality between same saucer section The Galaxy and Nebula class starships shared. Those Galaxy class starships, designed first..were supposed to be the Federation's showpiece to the Galaxy..especially in the diplomatic realm. Of Course I am no diplomat..and the quarters I have been given seem to be designed with a visitor in mind. Pleasant, though not as large and certainly not containing a security station alcove where the CSEC could do some work while at "home". I cannot complain of course..I could be in the brig under another CO's orders. I could be up for court martial. Well, I don't know what the Admiral has in mind for me. Until Manticore reaches Starbase, I am not certain what my future will be. I have left most my items packed for such an occassion of a immediate transfer off the ship. Will he do it? Well I would. If I were in his shoes given a review of the Security department; Kansas being an example, some have actually said I did the right thing. This is disturbing to me. And it undermines confidence in the Command staff if unchecked. Leaving me at the nearest Starbase would send the right message. Of Course there is that one big problem...I know too much. I've seen too much. I've shed blood...all covered up in some Black Ops file with my name on it. And so, well these quarters will be my temporary home for now until a time arrives when my future is decided. One note. I have noticed some disconcerning looks that do not entirely seem to be associated with my removal. The kind folks who helped move me ...looked...like something else was in the back of their head. And it wasn't combat I have been around just long enough to read that. Manticore also was not proceeding back to the nearest starbase..I could tell that by glancing out my new window. Stars remain twinkling in space. It seems something else is a foot. Funny, usually I would be one of the first to know it. Now I am just another crewman of the lower decks..suspetable to rumors. Oops..correction to log...I am not a crewman...a guest, of the Black OPs Vessel USS Manticore-A. End Log.

[Joint log by Mitar Precip and Atragon-9] ::A9 forces himself to sit on the couch in his RR and not pace, as he waits for Commander Mitar Precip to come see him. After a few moments, his door chimes, so he stands up at the couch:: A9> Come in. ::Precip enters, glancing at Atragon briefly near the couch. He returns his glance forward, as the doors shut behind him, his full attention to Atragon but not looking at him:: A9> Commander, have a seat ::A9 motions to the chair next to the couch and he re-takes his seat:: Precip> With all do respect sir, I believe that I should remain standing, given the gravity of the situation. A9> ::He attempts to meet Precip's gaze, then simply looks out into the room, too:: Mitar, let me get right to the point and save us both any verbal dancing. I value you as a friend and a member of my Senior Staff. We have known each other for a long time and I have always appreciated your Tactical perspective and your Bolian honesty, hmm? ::A9 tries a small smile, but Precip doesn't seem to be in the mood for levity. Precip catches the small grin from the Admiral, out of the corner of his eye, he still faces forward. The Bolian remains quiet. He isn't a Captain or an Admiral for sure, but he knows there is nothing to smile about, and the hammer is about to fall:: A9> At the same time, you have never forgotten the seriousness of our mission with Starfleet and the Chain of Command, at least onboard the ship. You do have a history of mistrusting the people who send us out to risk our lives and I like that you do not take our orders simply on faith. Up until this attack in Arcturan space, however, you have always taken my orders without question - or at least without questioning them in front of others or myself in a public forum. That changed today and I need to know why. I need you, Mitar, now more than ever. We're at war, for frak's sake! But I can't give you free reign of the Security department, the Tactical systems or even the Senior Staff, if you are going to act like a Plebe. Precip> A Plebe sir? ::Mitar blinks a few times not understanding the meaning:: A9> ::pauses for a moment and his shoulders unbunch:: A Plebe is the name for a raw cadet in old Earth's Naval Academy. An untested and inexperienced member of the service. I apologize, it was an unkind term for you. Precip> ::continues as if A9 had not spoken:: Permission to speak freely sir, I feel my time on Manticore may be at an end, once we cross back into Federation Space and reach a starbase for repairs. I believe I need to speak what was on my mind before, while I was on the bridge and right now. ::Precip pauses and glances at A9 for a reaction, but two can play statue, so Precip looks away again and continues:: Precip> Sir, our directive was to destroy an Arcturan Shipyard. Manticore was extensively refitted for the operation, given a new weapons system, shielding and upgraded support craft, those would be our fighters. We were also ordered to gather intel on the target before proceeding with an attack. A plan was drafted by the senior staff to gather such intell, launch fighters, then attack the shipyard. As I mentioned in the conference room with yourself and Captain Sovak, I felt the use of Fighters was not necessary, nor had merit given the added complexity of flight operations while being cloaked..and our fighters lack of ordnance capacity to contribute to an attack of such a large target. My belief was Manticore alone could destroy the yard with the new Quantum Cannon and any resulting shockwave from a shipyard of significant size would put those pilots of the fighters at unecessary risk. My objections were noted. The plan however was not changed. ::A9 takes a breath to speak, but Precip was only pausing for dramatic effect and the recitation continues:: Precip> I briefed our pilots on our mission. They were extremely skeptical about their chances of survival, nonetheless I backed the plan. The pilots were ready, we were ready...we arrived cloaked and undetected. Our SI officer informed you something was not in agreement with our intell on our target. Commander Roget revealed five spacedocks with approximately 20 vessels berthed in various forms of readiness. At this point, you ordered Commander Roget to secure a signal and alert command of the size of the target. I expected you to wait for a response, given the obvious intelligence error...a change in plan may be ordered by fleet. I was not particularly upset at SI's error. From what I have studied in history, Intelligence errors are common in war. I did not expect your next move, to proceed with the attack, nor did I expect you to use the same battle plan for Five Shipyards, except this time ordering the fighters to take out two shipyards each...instead of one. I failed to understand your reasoning for such a move, it seemed reckless. I immediately went to Captain Sovak to state my concern for implementing the original plan against a vastly larger target. I tried to appeal to his logic that one starship and two small fighters could not destroy the Yards in one strike as in the orginal plan. I argued we were cloaked, so we had time to consider, then act. But Captain Sovak only replied ..to my recollection sir...the yards only needed to be damaged and we can proceed with the plan. A9> ::He can no longer contain himself and is just able to blurt out a phrase before Precip continues:: He is right, that was our mission. Precip> ::He hears A9, but is still not finished with his memory dump and feels the need to make it to his conclusion:: At this point I feared not just for the fighter crews but for the safety and welfare of the ship and crew itself. I believed Manticore would have to circle around and attack again...the total element of surprise being lost. The Arcturans were going to fight back with numerical superiority. Yes we are at war, Admiral, but I did not believe it was necessary to commit suicide on this mission. Yes sir, I believe you made a lapse of judgement, in which I could not contain my concerns any longer. That is when I failed. I allowed my concern over your judgement to become known on the Bridge, a Command officer should not have done that, and for that I am guilty. A9> ::Standing to put himself in Precip's line of sight, he makes the obvious effort to meet the other man's eyes and his shoulders tighten up again:: Mitar, our primary mission was to collect accurate intelligence on the shipbuilding. Our secondary mission was to inflict swift, sudden and brutal damage on an enemy installation deep in their own territory. In other words, we were to deliver a psychological blow, to try and demoralize the enemy and make them second guess their fool's errand of war. If we could destroy the shipyard that would have been great. If not, then just decloaking, causing damage and disappearing would have to suffice. Our entire covert plan was to wreak havoc on the enemy, avoid destruction and slip back home to report. At no point were we directed to completely destroy the shipyard or, ahem, shipyards. If we succeeded, all the better, but that would be gravy, as the humans like to say. I know you missed the Security briefing and I had hoped that your team would have told you of the plans. That is something you may want to investigate privately. A9> ::Pauses at his own words and his face gets a harder look to it:: And speaking of "privately," we now come to your reactions on the Bridge. I can appreciate your concern for the life of your team and the rest of the crew. I can now see that you had a great concern for the success of a mission that you thought was impossible. That still does not allow you the lattitude to contradict your superior officer in a public forum. The lives of the crew depend on everyone believing that the mission was worthwhile, the mission was necessary, the mission was feasible! YOU SHATTERED THAT BELIEF and, frankly, that is my biggest disappointment. I don't care if I tell you that we need to vent the Bridge to space, in order to accomplish our mission. If you're not going to relieve me of command because you feel I am unfit for duty, you should be asking if I need help with the airlock! There is no middle ground on an Order, Commander. So, I put it to you plainly. How do we move forward? Can we repair the trust we used to have in each other or do I drop you off at the next Starbase we reach? ::Mitar thinks a moment and then faces the Admiral with what appears to be a saddened face:: Precip> I should have relieved you and I failed there too. I didn't think that I could however, given Captain Sovak was backing your efforts. No, there is no middle ground on an order. Attack..or retreat. But I believe one can be flexible at times Admiral, we could have fullfilled our orders ..just differently. And now you have a ship that is combat ineffective; your engines are being repaired, your shields depleted..and I understand we have damage to the hull. The only thing holding this ship together is your crew, Admiral. Precip> I feel at the moment that I will be an obstacle to your command in the future, given another brazen attack and its potential aftermath. Our time behind Arcturan lines is over, I believe - I don't think that was part of the CG's plan. If you launch such attacks in the future, I will always scrutinize your operational plans for the best of our ship, and I think there will be more coming. I may disagree with your tactics, but you're a good man, sir, and you need a better tactical officer to work with your style of offense. For the better future of this crew, I must consider a transfer. I am sorry, sir, for what I did. I am just too cautious and too much of an obstacle in your way. It has been a pleasure serving with you these years. I have learned much from you. Precip> ::pauses for just a few seconds and looks away from A9:: Ah, you mentioned trust. As for trust, yes we are at a loss at the moment, but trust can be regained. There are many starbases, Admiral, where you can drop me off. Let's not rush my departure from this ship, then, with that in mind. I am just not your best Tactical officer at this time. I take whatever reprimand is necessary at the moment sir. A9> Mr. Precip, I no longer have a place for you in any position of authority, confidentiality or trust. You are not facing any charges, at the moment, so you may consider yourself a guest onboard... but please leave your sidearm with me. That is all. ::Precip stands At Attention one last time, places his phaser on A9's desk and exits quietly:: In war there are many battles, some don't always shed blood just faith. In war there are many battles, some don't always shed blood just faith.