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Post by Lieutenant Victor Springfield on Dec 19, 2016 17:06:44 GMT -5
Victor stared at his computer screen for a long while before simply shutting it off and closing the lid. He tapped his combadge.
"Commander Arnimane, are you available to talk?"
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Post by Lieutenant Victor Springfield on Dec 14, 2016 9:49:48 GMT -5
After reviewing the latest standings from the Cestus League, Vic's first reaction was to call up AJ to discuss... but then he remembered, frowned, and shut off his PADD.
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Post by Lieutenant Victor Springfield on Nov 30, 2016 11:22:31 GMT -5
Continued from in game on 11/27...
The music changed again:
Victor ate up the last of his mashed potatoes.
"So..." he sipped his wine. "Would you tell me exactly what Doctor Spencer wants to do? I know there's been some talk between the two of you... I saw the little nods you exchanged... I'm on your side, remember. I want to help. I just also want to know what's going on."
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Post by Lieutenant Victor Springfield on Nov 26, 2016 12:48:28 GMT -5
Victor stood there smiling. "I have no other business at this time, Commander. Please let me know when you've made your decision so I can inform Special Requisitions."
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Post by Lieutenant Victor Springfield on Nov 26, 2016 8:12:45 GMT -5
"I see. It is heartwarming to know your "bosses" in Intelligence have no problem with this, though I do not recall asking about that or giving a damn. You are an officer of the Sentinel, thus under my command and that of the 22nd chain of command, just like any other officer." Shantal's gaze remained steady and showed no emotion as she leaned forward on the desk, "So now we are clear on that, I have to ask why you and I are having this conversation instead of the good doctor?" He smiled brightly. "Of course I'm clear on that, Commander. That's why I'm here in the first place. In your office, I mean." "As for your second question. I do not know. She seemed very excited over this and so I'm not sure why she wouldn't be banging down your door over it."
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Post by Lieutenant Victor Springfield on Nov 25, 2016 16:29:56 GMT -5
Victor shrugged. "If Jackson wasn't already my middle name, it would be Sketch."
"As far as Starfleet Intelligence is concerned, they have no objection to the use of this device for that purpose. We are committed to resolving all of the loose ends left by Project Salvation, and let's face it -- Alicia Walker is one of those loose ends, and perhaps the most important one now that Chorus has been stopped. All that's left is for the command structure of this ship to give the go-ahead."
"As for what we do when we find her... that's another question entirely, and it's not one that I'm equipped to answer. But I would wager that finding the true Alicia Walker will provide many important clues to Lieutenant Walker's nature."
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Post by Lieutenant Victor Springfield on Nov 25, 2016 16:15:52 GMT -5
Shantal fixed her obsidian gaze on Victor as she speaks in a more clear, husky, almost musical tone, "What does the device do exactly and how was the doctor hoping to use it to assist Alice?" Victor cleared his throat. "Well, ma'am, I know you're aware of this but I'm required by regulations to reiterate that the very existence of this device is highly classified."
"With that being said, it basically..." He paused as he searched for a word. "Separates one's consciousness from their body and sends it into another plane of existence." As he spoke, he made a motion with his hand as if turning a door knob. "We call it 'astral projection' for short. The Doctor didn't lay out her plan but I assume that she wants to find the location of the real Alicia Walker. I've used this device before to find... things, so I figure that such a thing is possible."
"If we do bring it on board, we would need to store it in a very secure location. Nobody should be permitted to scan it or otherwise inspect it."
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Post by Lieutenant Victor Springfield on Nov 25, 2016 15:52:44 GMT -5
Victor enters with a smile and a PADD tucked under his right arm. "Commander. I wanted to make a special request. After our mission on Chimera, Starfleet Intelligence had taken custody of the device that Counselor Davem and I had used. Doctor Spencer had asked for us to return the device as it might help Lieutenant Walker."
"I had ran this request by Intelligence and they have no issue with it. The device is currently in Special Requisitions on the Starbase, awaiting your approval of course. I wouldn't want to bring it aboard until you okayed it."
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Post by Lieutenant Victor Springfield on Nov 24, 2016 15:08:44 GMT -5
HAPPY THANKSGIVING!
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Post by Lieutenant Victor Springfield on Nov 24, 2016 15:03:43 GMT -5
Victor waited until Shantal returned to her office, then he buzzed the door for entry.
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Post by Lieutenant Victor Springfield on Nov 24, 2016 14:59:09 GMT -5
Vic smiled at her pleasantly as the first song ended, and another came on.
"Sorry for changing the subject." He said a little demurely. "I'm sure this device must be very interesting to you, but there's a dark side to the whole thing that can't be ignored."
"As for my time here... I suppose it's been... fine so far. You know, this is probably my first long-term ship assignment. I started out in JAG, then ended up in the Diplomatic Corps. In both positions, I'd rarely stay on one ship for long. In fact, I didn't bother to bring much with me since I'd be gone before I had a chance to unpack."
"It's refreshing to stay in the same spot, and it's comforting to have the same set of quarters. I guess that's why I put a little extra effort into decorating them."
"But let's be honest... I'm not seen as a part of the crew. Then again, I wasn't on my past assignments, either."
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Post by Lieutenant Victor Springfield on Nov 23, 2016 11:41:09 GMT -5
He chewed on his chicken as he contemplated a response. "I've been in that thing probably dozens of times. The first guy they sent in, went crazy. The second guy went crazy. In fact they were about to give up on the thing entirely until I hopped in it."
"It's definitely the sort of thing you don't want to use very often."
"But regardless... how are you enjoying your time on the Sentinel?"
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Post by Lieutenant Victor Springfield on Nov 22, 2016 8:55:33 GMT -5
He took a bite out of his roll and nodded. "I'm glad you see the issue. I mean, they should be able to trust the Commander one-hundred-percent. One hundred and ten percent, in fact. So the choice was tough. I could have been open about everything right from the start, but that would have crippled my ability to help. Or I could have kept it under my hat. I had to pick the second option, otherwise I couldn't have aided against Chorus. You know, they call these snowflake rolls. Love em."
He started to cut his chicken into bite-size pieces.
"As for what's happening now... who knows? The Captain tried to get me off of this ship a few months ago, but that was blocked because I had an active mission. Now that the Chorus issue has been settled, I'm sure they'll try again, and it might be successful this time. I'm sort of playing it by ear."
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Post by Lieutenant Victor Springfield on Nov 21, 2016 17:48:20 GMT -5
Victor shrugged as he placed his napkin on his lap. "It's a tough situation... I hope you understand. You see, we wanted to help with Chorus but we also thought that placing an Intelligence Officer on the Sentinel would be... let's just say... bad for morale after that whole Salvation fiasco. Would anyone have worked with me?"
"Take Commander Razzor for example. She's helped the Sentinel a million times over and was instrumental in bringing down Salvation, but still, half the crew doesn't trust her. There's no way /I/ could have helped out if all the cards were on the table right at the start. If the crew can't even fully trust Commander Razzor, then hey, I'd have been tossed out the airlock in five minutes flat."
"Then again, I understand why you responded the way you did. So I take no offense to it at all."
He took a sip from his wine before remarking, "I replicated a little stove. I know that replicated food is essentially the same in all relevant respects but I think that making it by hand adds a little quirk that you don't get with the replicator. When the replicator makes it, it's the same every time. But when you make it yourself, it's always just a little bit different."
"Want any bread?" He said as he offered her a basket of rolls.
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Post by Lieutenant Victor Springfield on Nov 21, 2016 16:13:17 GMT -5
A faint scent of sandalwood drifted through the air... she would notice a small incense burner in the corner, producing a very tasteful whiff of smooth, milky, woody smoke. It was just enough to set the mood, but not enough to offend the senses.
Vic pulled out the chair for her. "It's no trouble, Counselor. I think it's a real pleasure to be a host. Especially since, well, we got off to a rocky start. I figured that after our little... conflict in Sickbay, you wouldn't be inclined to talk to me anymore. So it's really an honor that you came here tonight, and I wanted to acknowledge that."
He went and sat down, pouring some glasses. "Do you like chardonnay? I think it pairs well with this dish. By the way, I made most of this without a replicator. I brought some real-grown food from Earth the last time I was there."
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