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Virana Kalre

Second Officer and Wing Commander

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a character in “Star Trek Cold Front”, as played by Belynta

Description

Virana Kalre

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Character Information
Name:Virana Kalre
Position:Wing Commander
Rank:Lieutenant Commander/ Second Officer
Gender:Female
Species:Betazoid
Age:30
Place of Birth:Betazed

Physical Appearance
Height:5 foot 11 inches
Weight:One hundred and thirty five pounds
Hair Color:Black
Eye Color:Black
Physical Description:
Virana is typically seen in combat trousers and t shirts when off duty, with her hair tied in a messy ponytail. She has no obvious scars but she does have a scar on her chest. She is one of the guys in many ways and is not really feminine in that she rarely wears make up or worries about her appearance. On duty however she is always neat and tidy, though plain. Virana's irises are black which is the only obvious sign that she is a Betazoid.

Family:
Spouse:N/A
Children:N/A
Father:Tam Kalre
Mother: Rashe Kalre (formerly Rashe Bedoin)
Brother(s): N/A
Sister(s): N/A
Other Family: None

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General Overview:
Virana is a tough taskmaster and is known for being firm but fair whilst on duty, she works hard and expects the same of those around her. However she will never expect someone to do something she herself is not willing to do. She like most of her race is honest to the point of rudeness and does not understand lying or tact. She simply says it how it is always, she does however attempt to soften it somewhat when speaking to superior officers. She is generally an open and honest person who is easy to talk to, she will always make time to listen if someone needs a sounding board or simply a sympathetic ear. Though those who do go to her know that she will tell it to them straight. She is a competitive person who does not like losing and always wants to be the best at everything she does.

Strengths & Weaknesses:
Telepathy - This is one of Virana's natural racial abilities and does lend her an advantage at times. She is able to read most species though she cannot read Ferengi and certain other races. Her telepathy can also be a disadvantage however as she is prone to headaches due to 'background noise' and she can be incapacitated by psychic attack.
Empathy - Another racial ability and one that Virana uses without thought or concious effort. It is what makes her such a good friend/listener to those around her. However she struggles with it when around particularly strong emotion especially if a large group of people are all feeling the same. Even considering her age Virana has always struggled to get a handle on her empathy and as such she can be somewhat volatile and unpredictable mood wise though she does her best to not take it out on others where possible. Unfortunately she doesn't always manage this and has had various run ins with other crew and senior officers in her career.

Ambitions:
To command her own fleet
To become known as the best at what she does
To meet that special someone to spend her life with.

Hobbies Interests:
Kung fu
Mountain climbing
Writing fiction

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History:
Born in 2362 to Tam and Rasha kalre it became apparent at an early age that Virana was not your typical Betazoid. Abilities wise she had the standard telepathy and Empathy both of average strength. Yet personality wise she was nothing like either of her parents or other Betazoids she had been around. Rather than the fun loving or calmness most others exhibited Virana was irritable and volatile and prone to dark moods and bouts of anger. This meant that she rarely kept friends as most were driven away by her unpredictable moods. Her parents originally believed it was her lack of control of her empathy that caused her behaviour and as such focussed a great deal of time and energy on fixing what they saw as a flaw in their daughter. But no matter how hard they and she tried she was never able to fully control her empathy or her volatile nature and eventually her parents gave up trying.

Things changed dramatically for Virana when her planet was invaded by the Dominion in 2374, for a year Betazed was controlled by the dominion and the people were subjugated. This changed Virana's whole outlook on life and she decided she hated being helpless and it was then her dream of joining starfleet was born. The war was eventually won and Betazed was liberated and her people struggled to return to life before the invasion but Virana found she could not go back to how life was before. The invasion had changed her as had the loss of her mother during the invasion and she was even more determined to achieve her goals. As soon as she was old enough Virana enrolled at starfleet academy. Her father disapproved of her choice as he feared she would lose her life as her mother did during the Dominion war. Virana went against his wishes and is currently estranged from her father.

Service Record:
2392-Present Wing Commander, USS Albion (Lieutenant Commander)
2390-2392 Squadron Leader, USS Venture (Lieutenant)
2388-2390 pilot in fighter squadron, USS Galaxy (Lieutenant JG)
2385-2388 pilot and helm, USS Exeter (Ensign)
2380-2384 Starfleet Academy

So begins...

Virana Kalre's Story

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Character Portrait: Celeste Calhoun Character Portrait: Hannam Letant Character Portrait: Tyvya Idrani Character Portrait: Harper West Character Portrait: Dorath Yevel Character Portrait: Virana Kalre Character Portrait: Anthony Kell Character Portrait: Ex'Ian Character Portrait: Rilem Tariel Character Portrait: Dezhe Character Portrait: R'Larn Character Portrait: Dion Ral
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Captain Anthony Kell


Deck 2 - Captain's Quarters, USS Albion - 08:00

Captain's Log Stardate 68646.76,

As of now, it is 0-8 hundred hours (08:00) on the day that the Albion is due to depart from Starbase 84. I have sent a communique to each of the senior staff to congregate in the lounge at 13 hundred hours (13:00), the purposes of such is to get the member of staff together in a more relaxed environment, whether they agree or not is upto them, however I am confident in the team I have selected and that no matter what comes our way, the Albion will pull through. Not only am I confident in my staff, but also the ship itself which I have personally assessed myself in overseeing the finishing touches to this latest model of the Prometheus-class.

In 18 hundred hours (18:00), the Albion will be leaving Starbase 84 behind for its maiden voyage, but first I must report to Rear Admiral Kell. The Albion is my first command and yet we stand on the precipice where war may break out at any comment. It is my hopes that it will not result in war, but if such is the case then it will be the Albion that will be putting an end to their plans as well as the Task Force under my command. Already I have met with each of the commanders in my Task Force and have confidence in their abilities to aid us in this endeavour, whatever this may be.

Kell out.


Deck 9 - Lounge, USS Albion - 13:00

It was certainly questionable as to why Anthony had requested that all his senior staff meet up in the Officer Lounge. Originally, Anthony was planning for the meeting to take place in the Mess Hall, but with the crew now boarding to prepare for departure five hours from now, he changed his mind for the meeting to take place in the Lounge so that the meeting could be held in a more private setting. The Lounge still remained a questionable location for the staff meeting but Anthony had his reasons. When selecting his senior staff, Anthony took much time in reading each application in detail to make sure he chose the best for each role. However, he was concerned with how each of them would get along, hence his decision to have them all come together. It was less likely to be very accurate with the fact that they were in the presence of their captain but he could at least get a picture.

Anthony certainly ran things much more differently than other Starfleet Captains which also included his father. However, Anthony always had this more laid back approach, such that he had maintained throughout his career which had made him the man that he was today. Some would question his methods but there was as the idiom says, a method in his madness. Not that he thought his random decisions were mad, more unique and spontaneous, yet despite such from happening, he was a smart individual as he conveyed himself in one way, before acting in another which had proved to work well when he served as Acting Captain on the USS Galileo when he had to take command on occasion, such that had proved to show how tactical he was and why he was recommended to be in the position he was in now. There is always a reason.

Now all that remained was awaiting his crew as he sat in the lounge, relaxing in his chair. His first officer was a Romulan so he was certainly curious what she would perceive of this move, but it was intentional. It was the perfect atmosphere for them all to relax and get to know each other and may trigger what they may of hidden in a more formal setting, which was much more representative of how they would act when off-duty. Despite his precautions, Anthony hoped that they'd all be able to work well, but they were the best of the best out of all applications, so he only hoped that they'd put aside any issues they have or be mature about it and approach him with any concerns once this meeting was over. His yeoman was on stand-by so that the officers could book appointments with him, seeing as being Captain was a heavy responsibility that he would have to live up to....

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Virana Kalre

Virana Kalre stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom of her new quarters and examined herself with a critical eye. She looked tired, not unexpected given the time it had taken to arrive at the station and then board the ship, but otherwise presentable. Her dark hair was swept away from her face as much as possible although a few stray locks persisted in falling around her eyes. Her uniform was clean and pressed as expected of any star fleet officer. All in all she decided she looked about as good as she was going to get. Not that she was here for her looks of course but when meeting your new captain for the first time one did not appear anything less than pristine. She walked into the living area of her quarters and took a quick glance around ensuring everything was unpacked and stored away. As yet she had little in the way of personal possessions other than a handful of things she had brought from Betazed.

Satisfied all was well she left her quarters and walked to the nearest turbolift which was thankfully only at the end of the corridor, several crew members were already inside though none senior staff. Virana nodded at them as they greeted her but otherwise she said nothing other than to state her destination. As the turbolift moved through the ship Virana mused on her new assignment and decided that so far she was impressed with what she had seen of the ship. Her quarters were larger than on her previous assignments, a courtesy of her new rank, and the Albion boasted an impressive sickbay among other things. Always handy when you were going into a possible battle situation. Of course the real test was when she came to view the craft her pilots would be flying, she had not as yet had a chance to inspect them. She wanted to take one through its paces before her team began their duties so she could see how they handled.

But first she had to meet the captain and the rest of the senior staff, she was not nervous having become used to meeting new people and she was confident that she would get along with most of them. The turbolift arrived and Virana stepped out into the corridor and walked the short distance to the entrance of the lounge. She hesitated a moment straightening her uniform and then walked in, head high and confidence in her every step. There was an unintentional swagger to her walk that she had gotten from years of working with pilots that gave her a somewhat cocky edge. She spotted the captain immediately recognising him from the image she had been sent. She saw that two others had arrived here before her, both female one human and the other Andorian from the looks of the antenna.

"Captain Kell, a pleasure to finally meet you." Virana walked over with a grin. "Lieutenant Commander Virana Kalre reporting for duty. If I may say Captain, its a pleasant change to meet somewhere less...formal."

She turned and addressed the others.
"Doctor, Lieutenant Commander."

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Character Portrait: Celeste Calhoun Character Portrait: Tyvya Idrani Character Portrait: Harper West Character Portrait: Virana Kalre Character Portrait: Anthony Kell
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The broad shouldered marine strode down the walkway with power and confidence. West stepped onto a turbolift, the doors closing behind him as he was lifted within seconds to deck 9. Earlier that morning he had been notified that all senior officers had to make a mandatory appearance in the lounge. So, as he stepped off the lift he placed his hands behind his back and made it down the short hall to the lounge. A woman had entered just moments before him, though he was unfamiliar with her name or rank. It didn't take him long to figure it out as she introduced herself to the captain as he entered the lounge silently.

"Lieutenant Commander Virana Kalre reporting for duty." The marine looked around the room as the Lieutenant Commander spoke, not bothering to listen to the rest of her introduction. It came time for West to step up and introduce himself to the captain. "Sir." His head nodded in acknowledgment and respect. "Marine Commanding Officer Harper West." His voice was monotone and brows furrowed to look serious. His body posture was rigid as he saluted the captain. A smile broke through, curving his lips as his shoulders shrugged and eyes softened. "You are much shorter and wider since we last met." The officer teased outstretching a hand for him to shake. As Kell's hand grasped his he laughed, patting a man's shoulder. "Look at you, captain. Congratulations." West stepped back, turning so that he faced the other Senior officers in the room. He gave them a simple nod of the head and a friendly smile before he took a seat in a white arm chair, crossing one leg over the other and resting his clasped hands in his lap.

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Character Portrait: Celeste Calhoun Character Portrait: Hannam Letant Character Portrait: Tyvya Idrani Character Portrait: Harper West Character Portrait: Virana Kalre Character Portrait: Anthony Kell Character Portrait: Dezhe Character Portrait: Erik Gunnarson
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Marine Captain Erik Gunnarson stepped through the hatchway and into the USS Albion for the first time. Looking around the docking bay he could see everyone in a rush to get all the final preparations for the ships launch finished. Spotting a crew member he went over to see if he can find out where his quarters are.

"Crewman, where would I find the officers quarters?" he asked

Without looking up the loader shot off a reply "Deck 5"

He collected his bags and went off to find his way to a turbo lift. He made his way to deck 5 and after a brief stroll he finally found his quarters. He entered and set his bags down and took his first look around his home for the next several years. Wellll shit he sighed I guess maybe I could get used to this. The cabin was about 4 times larger than any previous military quarters he'd ever had. As he looked around though he realized that this was just his sitting room, and that in fact there were several other rooms including a bedroom and his own bathroom. No more open concept showers for me, hell but if this isn't the life I don't know what is. Now that he thought about it his two duffel bags of possessions looked woefully inadequate to fill such a space. Oh well he thought. He set down his bags and opened them up, then he remembered he had a senior staff meeting in 5 minutes. Looking down at his civvies he figured he should change. Rummaging through his bag he finally found his Number 2's. They were still the SFOD-D issue, he hadn't had enough time to get his new uniform before they'd bundled him out as quickly as they possibly could. Bastards just didn't like being reminded of their mistakes he thought. Oh well he was just going to have to show up in this and be late to boot. Not that he was going to rush. He was a Captain with 10 years combat experience and be damned to showing up red faced and out of breath like a fucking rookie.

Changing into his Number 2's he remembered to affix his decorations and campaign ribbons as well as citations. All in all he thought they made quite a tidy number just under his left shoulder. Putting his cap under his shoulder tab he began making his way to the meeting. As he strode he was conscious of the looks he received. Well, he thought since I'm going to be changing uniforms soon might as well let them see what Special Forces look like. And he began to march, through the halls, looking neither left nor right, he strode as though there were no one else in the hallway.

When Finally he reached the meeting room he donned his cap complete with his previous units emblem. He buzzed the door then without waiting for a reply he sauntered into the room. As he entered he let his gaze roam around the room noticing who was in the room. He was almost the last person to arrive. When finally they came to rest on the Captain of the ship and his commanding officer his saunter was replaced by a crisp purely military salute as his hand came up and his feet crashed together.

"Marine Executive Officer Captain Erik Gunnarson, Reporting as ordered ... Sir" The almost-too-late "sir" was accompanied by a smirk so fleeting you might have missed it if you hadn't been watching for it.

He stood at Attention and waited for the Captain or Marine CO to speak

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Character Portrait: Celeste Calhoun Character Portrait: Hannam Letant Character Portrait: Harper West Character Portrait: Virana Kalre Character Portrait: Anthony Kell Character Portrait: Dezhe Character Portrait: Erik Gunnarson
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The lounge was filling up quickly. Small conversations were starting up, here and there, but it was slow going at first. She would need to make a point of speaking to Commander West, as their jobs occasionally overlapped. First, however, she needed to follow protocol in greeting the First Officer, Commander Letant. Walking around those at the food table and the chairs, she found the First Officer in a corner of the Lounge.

"Lietenant Commander Tyvya Idrani reporting for duty, sir," she said, saluting. Perhaps a bit too officious to salute both of her commanding officers, but regulations were regulations. There were warmer greetings, but there was no telling who would welcome an Andorian handshake and who wouldn't, and the First Officer didn't look particularly welcoming. So after her salute, she left the First Officer to her own business. It was always so difficult to decide when formality should make way for informality, as the former was her natural state, but morale was not served by strict formality at all times. That was the issue with a meeting in the Lounge of this sort, made the lines a little blurry. But it was the Captain's way, and she would learn to adapt, as always.

She began to wonder how the Captain would deal with so many different people, especially some of those who were not strictly Starfleet regular issue. For some time it might be worthwhile to keep a sharp eye on the crew, a mite sharper than she usually did, to make sure that everyone was... settling in comfortably. Tyvya wanted to speak to her Assistant Chief next, to begin the working relationship on a good note, because she had to trust her to be at her back aboard. Perhaps the Lieutenant would be open to some combat practice? Tyvya had always found that fighting against someone was one good way to determine their character, that and it was both her favorite form of exercise and a necessity for her job. She stood taller than the rest of the crew currently in the Lounge, so it was an easy thing to find her Assistant Chief of Security when she came in. Although the crew did vary in species, she was the only Klingon, as well, and those features were impossible to mistake. Tyvya went back around chairs to greet her.

"Lieutenant Katogh, welcome to the Albion. I'm Lieutenant Commander Tyvya Idrani, Chief of Security."

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Character Portrait: Celeste Calhoun Character Portrait: Hannam Letant Character Portrait: Harper West Character Portrait: Dorath Yevel Character Portrait: Virana Kalre Character Portrait: Anthony Kell Character Portrait: Dezhe Character Portrait: Erik Gunnarson
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Dorath Yevel strode through the corridors of the ship with ease, navigating his way to the lounge the Captain had specified for their meeting place. After a minute of this he arrived at his destination. He promptly walked into the room and went over to the Captain, granting the human a grand smile. Dorath gave a salute and uttered,

"Lieutenant Commander Dorath Yevel, Chief Intelligence Officer, reporting for duty, sir!"

With that formality out of the way the Cardassian smiled again at his captain, and wandered off to the side. So far he was adjusting well to the ship, and he had helped Theodore and Daphne move their things into their shared quarters, which was the reason behind his slight tardiness. His service aboard the Albion had hardly begun, but already Dorath had a good feeling about it. He wasn't sure why, but he had an innate feeling that these next few years here would do him well.

As Dorath mused to himself, he decided to glance over the senior staff present, taking them all in. A diverse bunch, if he ever saw one. A Klingon and a Romulan serving on the same ship together? That was quite a feat. He hoped that the two officers wouldn't have too many conflicts, though. No doubt Commander Letant held more than a sore spot about the Klingon conquest of Romulan Space, which she might see fit to take out on Lieutenant Katogh. Though the Klingon female could probably take on whatever punishment the First Officer tried to settle upon her. Still, a conflict between those members of the staff would be concerning.

Other than that, though, he didn't see any problems that could generate among the senior staff. He recalled vaguely that a Bajoran also served in the senior staff, though he hadn't spotted him yet. Hopefully they wouldn't have any problems, either; even if he had been born in the Federation, it didn't take away the ire some of the Bajoran Starfleet officers felt to their former oppressors.

And, well, hopefully no one on the ship in general would have any problems with him. The Dominion War was twenty years over, but many still held a grudge over the Union's alliance with the Dominion. Not that Dorath blamed them; still, such conflict would be troubling and hurtful, no doubt. Hopefully he would be able to avoid such problems.

When his observations and musings couldn't keep him busy any longer, Dorath decided to strike a conversation. He maneuvered his way to the ship's doctor.

"Hello, Doctor Calhoun." Dorath greeted eagerly, smiling warmly at the Half-Vulcan. "It is a pleasure to meet you. I am Lieutenant Commander Yevel."

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Captain Anthony Kell


His decision to congregate in the officer lounge was his and his alone. It was not that he disrespected authority and formalities as he understood the need for such, but he also wholeheartfully believed in the formal informalities where everyone can simply be themselves. Sure the Albion was at the fore-front of the approaching Klingon-Federation war by being the Task Force's Flagship, but with such importance to the success of their missions, it was as critically important for each other to work together and knowing each other's strengths and weaknesses to make the best decisions at a moment's notice.

One-by-one, each of his senior staff begun entering their unexpected meeting place, but of course Anthony's intentions did not rest in giving orders but give each one a chance to meet him in a less than formal surrounding, as well as meeting their fellow comrades in less than formal surroundings. His father of course was much more stricter on protocol, having the belief that all crew should respect, acknowledge and be fully aware of the chain of command, as well as the reinforcement of discipline. Sure Anthony believed in all that too but there were more important items on his agenda.

The crew of the Albion will be at the eye of the storm, thrown into the abyss with such trying and difficult times ahead. In comparison with the earlier days of the Federation, there was not at the forefront of exploration but at the forefront of war, war which brought destruction and death in its wake. If anything, Anthony hoped that the war would not occur but there was not a chance that Klingons would pull back from former Romulan space and give back to what remains of the Romulan Star Empire, so the war was inevitable.

Of all people that understood to an extent what Anthony was like, was his former comrade, now Chief of Security, Tyvya Idrani who was first to enter with the formality even if it was obvious that he was aiming for the meeting to be informal, "Lieutenant Commander Tyvya Idrani, reporting for duty, sir". Anthony could still remember the times that he and Tyvya had each others' back on the Chesapeake since she was part of his security team. She knew sometimes that Anthony had his own ways which seemed to succeed, he was certainly confident of her abilities and that she would make a great security chief which was why he was quick to accept her application. Even more interesting was for her assistant chief which would be bound to raise some controversy, but if anything was learnt in earlier human history, mistakes are made and not all are responsible for the actions of some so he hoped things would work out for Dezhe.

This whole meeting is in itself a test as he reviews his senior staff, but not everyone would agree with his ways and those who are confused as Celeste asked after her introduction, "May I inquire as to why we are meeting here?", only for his answer to be spoken by Virana Kalre who seemed to be pleased with his choice, "If I may say Captain, its a pleasant change to meet somewhere less...formal", which caused Anthony to lift his free hand towards her to give the notion that she had essentially spoken what he was to say to respond to Celeste's question as he continued, "Some may disagree, but I feel the best start would be somewhere more relaxed. We have plenty of time to be all serious afterall", smiling and giving a sharp nod to Virana, already pleased since it meant she understood his reasoning or at least some of it.

Following Virana was another comrade of his from the Chesapeake, Harper West who served as his Marine Commander who congratulated him on his position informally, which was just what he wanted. On many vessels, the strict type were usually the type officers did not get along with and was someone those lower in the chain could not get along with or approach with complaints, but Anthony wished to be approachable and understandable, being respectful and open to all regardless of rank though such didn't mean he didn't regard rank.

Of course one in particular who he believed would be on strict on rank and discipline, perhaps even moreso than his father was "Commander Hannam Letant, reporting for duty" as she nodded to him sternly before moving aside almost immediately. Following her was Captain Erik Gunnarson, Marine Executive Officer and Chief Engineer, Lieutenant Commander Ex'Ian, giving each of them a friendly nod and smile to welcome them, before one by one, each of the senior staff begun to divide up as each got to speak with each other; Dorath and Celeste, Virana and Harper, Tyvya with Dezhe and Erik and a conversation even brewing with his first officer with Ex'Ian, so he was glad that she was opening up in that sense and trying his approach more than rejecting it. It was all positive and seemed his test was working out as he had hoped.

=A= "Lieutenant Ral to Captain" =A=

As soon as his commbadge chirped, his initial thoughts was what this could be about and secondly, why Lieutenant Ral wasn't where he was supposed to report to. Nevertheless, it must be for something important to contact him in these circumstances. Anthony gave a smile to the assistant chief of operations who he was conversing with as he had begun to mingle, only to pull to the side to respond so that this call wasn't disturbing what had been achieved so far, but at the back of his mind he felt this union was about to be over. Oh well, there was always another time.

=A= Kell here =A=

=A= Sorry to disturb you Captain but there is a romulan vessel on approach =A=

=A= Lifesigns? =A=

=A= Seems to be a very undermanned crew as only reading few lifesigns......using the sensor readings from what was given to us by the Romulans, am reading.....1, only 1 sir, and from what I can tell, the ship is on an intercept course to the starbase" =A=

Anthony closed his eyes since unfortunately things were starting already, what made it even more difficult to understand was the fact it was a romulan vessel when the remnants like Hannam's crew had joint with the Federation. =A= Contact Starbase to release docking clamps and start up the engines immediately, and contact transport chief to operate in two minutes. Kell out =A= now being left with no other choice, he then returned to the crowds until he was somewhat in the middle, clapped his hands together to cease the conversation that had now erupted around the room to get everyone's attention, "If I can have everyone's attention.....thank you! First of all I'd like to thank you all for coming, not that you had a choice but still, but going to have to cut this really short which is not what I wanted at the least but least you managed to put a face to a name", giving a smile before continuing, "In about thirty seconds you will all be transported to your stations as seems we got ourselves a bit of trouble, I am positively sure that we can put a stop to it, 100% sure we can so let's work together on this", ending with a clap before Anthony disappeared from the room, as one-by-one disappeared from the room also.

Re-appearing in the bridge, Anthony looked down to where Lieutenant Ral was, and then around the room as his senior bridge personnel appeared one by one, as he tapped his commbadge, =A= Kell to Ex'Ian, be advised we shall be leaving dock earlier than planned with a possible fire fight so be ready down there.....Kell to Medical, though I do not anticipate casualties, please be at the ready just incase.....Kell out =A=. With the relevant departments informed, he then turned to everyone else, "For our situation, we have a one-manned romulan vessel on an intercept course to the starbase, our task is to intervene and apprehend the lone ranger", using terminology intentionally associated with Earth's past, but 'lone' was enough to suggest that they were after the culprit behind the attack, "Lieutenant Ral, activate thrusters and let's get away from these shackles.....any suggestions?", the latter part of his statement directing at the rest of his senior staff to hear their input while Dion was tasked with getting the ship out of the dock.......

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The moment she materialised in the hangar bay Virana moved with purpose, gone was the smiling, slightly flirtatious woman from the officers lounge, in her place was a calm, focused and professional star fleet officer. Around her rested the ships that the Albion used for scouting and combat. Small, sleek and top of the line Virana wished she had more time to examine them as she had not had the opportunity to work with such new models. But there would be time for that later as long as everything did not go south with the arrival of the Romulan ship. For now there was a job to do, Virana put her hands to her mouth and whistled a sharp sound that cut through the noise in the hangar bay. The various pilots, engineers and officers all stopped what they were doing and looked toward the sound.

"Gather round people." She said briskly.

They promptly formed up in front of her and from their expressions she knew they had guessed who she was and were wondering what kind of commander she would be. In time they would learn that she was a harsh but fair taskmaster and that she looked after the people under command. But now was not the time so she settled for being firm and clear in what she wanted.

"I am your new commander Virana Kalre, I had hoped to have a chance to get to know all of you before we ended up in possible combat situations but as you can see that has not happened. Rest assured that I will soon know all of you and how you work best but for now we have a Romulan ship to deal with. In brief a Romulan ship is on a intercept course with the space station and as yet we do not know if will collide or not. So, I want all ships to combat readiness asap, and I want a full report on how many pilots and ships we have. Lets go people, we need to be ready if the Captain needs us!"

It was a credit to their training as they as people that they asked no questions and simply got to work, within minutes Virana was handed a datapad with the information she had requested. All ships were combat ready and had pilots assigned to them, after scanning the datapad a moment more she put it aside and swiftly got down to the job at hand. Assisting her staff in ensuring they were ready if the captain called.

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R'Larn had just been about to leave sickbay and head for the officers lounge when the general alarm sounded. She stopped and turned back into sickbay just as a woman appeared in front of her. R'Larn recognised her immediately from the image she had seem and knew this was her chief medical officer, Doctor Calhoun. R'Larn grinned at the woman her natural optimism and excitement bubbling over into her smile. She had been excited to meet her chief from the moment she had stepped aboard hoping that they would get along and would see things the same way.

"Hello Doctor, I am R'Larn your assistant chief. I am sorry I missed you at the meeting. " Her tail swished slightly in excitement and nervous anticipation.

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As he looked around transporter room two he saw much to be pleased about in this marines. They'd reacted quickly and efficiently to the emergency. They looked fairly at ease considering the situation, standing around engaging in the usual banter. That was good, the nervous ones were the ones most likely to get everyone killed. They were ready.

Tapping his comm he opened a channel to the Captain.
Captain, This is Lieutenant-Major Gunnarson
he said, reverting from captain to the combat rank of Lieutenant Major, so as not to confuse the chain of command
I have Marines in transporter rooms 1 and 2 locked loaded and waiting on your go order should that be necessary. If shielding or unknown ship layout become a problem my marines can also effect explosive entry through the hull of the ship provided Commander Kalre can give us a lift.

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Virana nodded in satisfaction as she looked around the hangar bay, everyone had snapped into motion as soon as she had finished giving her orders. They had moved swiftly and efficiently to carry out her orders and were now finishing off their duties, pilots were ready inside their ships just waiting for the order to launch. Engineers and land crews were also ready for the order and an ensign waited beside Virana to lead her to her own ship. She was pleased to see that a ship had been chosen for her and already carried her name on the side. She was unsure as yet whether the captain was the kind who preferred his officers to remain somewhat safe or whether he liked them to take the same risks as those in their departments. Virana hoped he was the latter as she had no intention of leaving her people to sit in an office somewhere and watch everything via vid screen. She nodded to the ensign and walked towards her own ship wishing she had had more time to familiarise herself with it. She would have liked to have had the chance to take it out for a spin and see how she handled but there would have to be time for that later. With another nod of affirmation that all was ready she tapped her comm badge.

"Captain, Commander Kalre here. Alpha and Beta Squadrons are ready for launch, Delta Squadron on standby. All is ready if needed."

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R'Larn was glad that she had taken some time to familiarise herself with the new sickbay as it gave her an opportunity to demonstrate her dedication to duty.

"Yes Doctor I have, and I will be happy to show you around." R'Larn said and then began doing just that. The tour was not a long one given their pressing time frame but sufficient enough for Doctor Calhoun to learn what she needed to know.

"...and this is where we keep the blood samples of the crew as well as their other samples such as tissue etc." R'Larn finished and then turned back to her chief.

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"You heard the LC Gunnarson. Report to the Hangar bay for Tactical assessment with Lieutenant Commander Kalre."

"Aye Sir" Gunnarson started to walk off towards the hangar bays. He hadn't yet had a chance to meet Commander Kalre. Well probably time to get THIS over with. As he marched down the hallways he drew a lot of stares, Marines with a full combat loadout often did. Making his way to the hangar bay he spied Virana Kalre sketching out plans for her flight teams quickly on the stabilizer wings of one of the shuttles. She was still in her dress uniform but she'd rolled down the top half and tied it around her waist mechanic style for ease of movement. Not a bad idea he thought as he admired her form through the t-shirt she had been wearing under that.

As he approached she turned to greet him and he threw off a casual salute and extended his hand. "Lieutenant-Major Gunnarson Ma'am. I understand you have some Tac ideas for us." He probed. If she actually thought she could tell him what to do on the ground with his marines. Well, she was sadly fucking mistaken. As she reached over and shook his hand with a firm grip he looked into her eyes. What he saw made him freeze. His grip tightened involuntarily. Species identification training came back to him Black Irises: Betazoid. He immediately started emptying his mind of everything but his anger. Right back to interrogation 101 anger fuels the mind for short periods, keeps you marginally sane, and blocks out critical or sensitive information. "You're Betazoid." He said as he released her hand. "Going forward you need to understand the following. DO NOT go snooping around my brain. There is classified information in there that you do not have clearance to know. Now, what have you got for me."

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Virana's first impression of Gunnerson was that he was a typical marine, that impression was further reinforced by the blatant attitude he expressed to her in his first few clipped sentences. She didn't take it personally when he commented on her species and was immediately concerned by it. She was used to that reaction now and it had long since ceased to bother her. What did bother her was the anger that was coming off him in waves. She clenched one hand, the one near her leg, and concentrated on trying to filter it out. As always in this situation she cursed her volatile personality that made controlling her empathic sense so damned difficult. After a moment or two she felt she had it under control although if anyone looked they would most likely see anger in her eyes where there had been none before.

She looked at her flight teams and nodded. "Dismissed."

Once they had all moved off to their prospective ships and stations to wait in case they were called, Virana turned to Gunnerson.

"It's your lucky day Gunnerson, I might be Betazoid but I happen to really dislike taking a wander in other peoples heads. It's really not that nice, doesn't live up to the hype at all. The few I have had the misfortune on wandering about in have made a psychopath look like a teddy bear. Besides I've never been that good at it." Her words were flippant but there was an edge of pain to her voice.

"Secondly I know jack shit about ground marines and so I asked you here to discuss how flight and ground would work together, most other ships I have been on did not have a strong marine presence or a strong flight squadron for that matter. If I'm to give you guys a lift I figured it made sense to actually know who it is I'm dropping off and what they expect of flight tactically. "

Virana ran her hands through her hair leaving a smudge of dirt on her forehead, not that she would have cared if she had realised it. She would never admit it to Gunnerson but she had been a bit taken aback by quite frankly how... hot he was. Not that she was looking of course, she wasn't a cadet looking to land an officer, but for some reason she had not expected it. She chuckled softly to herself thinking that this posting might actually be fun.

"What I do know of however is how to fly and how to fight in space, I'll make you a deal." She was guessing here but she figured he was angry at her species but also that she would try and tell him his job. "I won't tell you how to do your job if you don't tell me how to do mine. That said I always welcome any suggestions a fellow experienced combatant might have."

She raised her hand and rubbed her head. "Now that I've cleared that up do you think you could tone down the anger just a tad, its giving me a headache."

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His eyebrows shot up, he'd had no idea she was that sensitive. Or that gutsy. Despite her being a superior officer she's still talking back to a guy with 75 pounds and 8 years special forces experience on her. Better yet, what she was proposing was more partnership than command.

A broad grin suddenly split his face as he pulled his helmet off. "I think we'll get along just fine Lieutenant Commander Kalre" he said still with the dazzling smile from ear to ear. "Let's get down to business" his grin disappeared "We have a ship heading this way with unknown intent and at least one life form on board. I don't know about you but to me that spells suicide bomber. Normally I'd recommend that blow the thing from range, but it's Romulan and that makes it "political" " his voiced dripped with sarcasm at the last word. "We don't know the layout of the ship or if it's booby trapped. If it turns out to be shielded and we can't transport in we may need to try alternative infiltration. That's where you come in." He flashed her a quick smile and looked around the hangar bay. "Naturally you know the capabilities of these craft better than I do, I don't suppose you have anything that could create a seal to the hull where we could cut through? Or even if that is a feasible plan?"

He'd noticed through the conversation that she'd been becoming steadily more relaxed and felt a momentary twinge of guilt at his earlier reaction. Necessary though it was to establish boundaries of that respect he couldn't help but regret that his reaction had been that confrontational. Well, maybe after all this he'd apologize. Hell maybe he could even by her a drink.

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Virana grinned back when he took off his helmet and relaxed a bit, situation handled, she thought with amusement. If that was all she had to deal with in her new posting then this was going to be her easiest one yet. She began to walk through the hangar between the ships, beckoning Gunnerson to walk with her.

"I'm glad to hear that Gunnerson, makes my life easier."

As they walked Virana indicated the ships with a wave of her hand.

"These babies are top of the line so there isn't much they can't do flying wise but what you're asking I don't know. Other than skimming their schematics in the last five minutes I haven't taken them out for a spin yet."

She frowned thinking on the problem presented to her. "If her shields are up then the obvious answer is no. Unless we can take out her shields we won't get close enough. If her shields her down then it might be possible to jury rig something up."

She gestured to an ensign nearby who was checking over one of the ships. "Ensign..."

"Hernandez Ma'am." The young male human ensign replied to her unspoken question.

"Ensign Hernandez I have a job for you, I want you to start working on possible ways of getting through that ships hull to allow a boarding party on board. Check if these ships have anything capable of doing that and if not if there is a way of jury rigging it."

"Aye Ma'am." The young ensign hurried away to a small group of crew to carry out her orders. She looked at Gunnerson and grinned again.

"First day on the job and already a challenge to solve, just how I like it. speaking of which, how many men make up a typical boarding party?"

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This could be the start of a great working relationship he thought. Even if he didn't already like this commander good relations between a soldier and his extraction team were absolutely CRUCIAL. Maybe they'd have to host a social sometime, get the personnel to bond over a couple drinks and maybe a game or 2. Yanking his mind back on to a more operational track he answered her question.

"Well in terms of boarding party size we're hoping to take First Platoon in as two separate squads comprised of 4 marines each. I'll be leading Baker Squad and I believe if he's not staying behind to coordinate Commander Harper will command Able Squad. Divide and conquer ma'am. Speaking of which" He tapped his comm badge, "Sergeant Ocran, take Baker Squad and hit the weapons locker. I want everything that could conceivable help us get through a starship hull in a pile in front of me in abooooouuuut" he checked his chrono "8 minutes. You'll be coordinating with Ensign Hernandez." "Aye sir." "One more thing Sergeant, we'll need the Vac helmets." "Aye sir"

He turned to Kalre, "We'll see if there's anything we have that can help. In the meantime, are any of these craft adapted for tactical insertion? There is a chance we'll just get transported in anyways but for future missions since we are on a more warlike footing I'd like to know what kind of CASEVAC options I have."

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"Hot Chocolate, sweet" Gunnarson dictated to the replicator. "I have a bit of a sweet tooth myself". He turned as Sergeant Ocran and Baker Squad jogged into the hangar under the gaze of the flight crew carrying what looked like half the ships armoury and a good portion of it's tools. They deposited them near the shuttle the two officers were standing next 2 and salute "Reporting as ordered Sir." Sergeant Ocran said with a smile as Gunnarson checked his chrono. "Seven minutes and 19 seconds. Not a bad time Marine. Yourselves and Ensign Hernandez will be brainstorming a way of conducting a forcible and rapid entry via one of these shuttle craft." He pointed to their prospective rides. "If transporters are out we're going to have to do it the old fashioned way. Dismissed."

He watched as the Marines met the flight crew and technicians. "It's good to have them work this out between the 2 departments. Also doing it by themselves will strengthen their problem solving skills. I'm rather curious as to what exactly they'll come up with." Gunnarson then settled in to await what would happen next

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Captain Anthony Kell


As the saying goes, all's fair in love and war so far so good, as each of the senior staff materialised as he intended onto the Bridge and immediately adjusted themselves according to the situation they now faced, both internally and externally. Despite the lack of preparation due to the sudden appearance of the romulan vessel, the crew were responding quickly which was always a good sign, especially on the Flagship that was leading the way. It was one thing to serve on a Flagship, even more so to command a Flagship, but the most important is whether it was a functional Flagship, such that certainly proved to be the case as he heard each of the senior staff communicating with their staff via the comms, followed by the marines and fighters reporting him from Captain Gunnarson and Commander Kalre respectively. No doubt Harper was busy yet it was concerning that he hadn't made a report for his department.

Nevertheless, such matters would be addressed at a later date as Lieutenant Ral activated the ship's thrusters with the ship lunging forwards slowly out of space dock, being cautious not to scratch the paintwork. Usually the first assignment started so smoothly with his piloting being the center of attention as the ship got underway on its maiden voyage, but it seemed that the Albion would not get such a chance and nor would the crew, such that was an implied condition in serving a Flagship no doubt. Nevertheless, things in Starfleet were never what they seem, nor were things ever easy, though there was no harm in putting such ideology across, even in the most serious situations.

"Captain, I suggest we hail them, and if they do not respond, fire a warning shot across their bow and prepare to destroy the ship. Or, if you prefer, we could board the ship ourselves and apprehend the Romulan", Tyvya suggested, followed by Nathan who seemed to have a similar idea, "Hail them sir maybe they are in some kind of distress? Alternatively we could head out towards the ship and try and lock on with our tractor beam sir". Anthony of course had his own plan in mind, but like with the previous meeting in the lounge, he sought to find out what was on the mind of his crew, because at some point he would be part of an away mission and leaving others to continue in his position as he certainly could not be at more than one place at once.

Hannam brought up a significant point that a "regular warbird could be run by just one person", so perhaps this was no regular warbird, or perhaps the sensors were misleading, Afterall, each year advances with developments or introductions of new technology and it was no secret upon the surrender of the Belak that Romulans were being resourceful. There was certainly an element of irony that the Klingons were also being resourceful by the timing of their attack, no matter how wrong the attack was, but clearly the Romulan-Klingon war had certainly put the Federation in a difficult position, such that Hannam highlighted on a more personal level that affected him as she asked, "Captain...If the vessel is piloted by a Romulan, and if he or she requests asylum...will you grant it?". Despite the clear concerns of Hannam's position as a Romulan and Anthony's position as a Starfleet Captain, sitting on the precipace of a potential war, he replied, "Regardless of our circumstances, we cannot change who we are, so by all means asylum would be granted without a doubt", wishing to assure his first officer. Captain Janeway was also put into a similar situation in the Delta Quadrant where she held onto Federation principles regardless of their fight for survival with potential enemies around them and little allies. If Voyager can hold onto principles solo in such conditions, then there was no reason why the Federation or the Albion should not hold onto them also, regardless of relations with the Klingons.

"Well, sir? What are your orders?", Tyvya asked as he pulled away from Hannam and clapped his hands to get attention, "Yes! Lieutenant Ral, move to an intercept course for the romulan warbird. If that doesn't rock their boat, I don't know what will.....", giving his orders and adding a little humour to lighten the mood before proceeding with his remaining orders as he cracked his knuckles and then turning to Nathan, "I would like you to work with the Engineering staff and get to work on preparing a repulsion beam. If the pilot is a desperado, we do not wish to give him or her the means of destablising us"[/b], then turning to Tyvya, "I would like you to work with the marines to prepare to board, though be cautious if the pilot is a desperado or if the scans prove false. Work with Intelligence in that regard and advise medical of possible casualties to prepare for, should the worst-case scenario occur", letting Tyvya take the lead on this one.

There was a greater concern however on Anthony's mind as he tapped his commbadge, =A= Commander Kalre this is Captain Kell. Incase the scan proves false, I would like a squad sent out to scout the area of any possible reinforcements this vessel has, in particular any Klingon activity, just incase this is a ploy which I am not a fan of falling for..... =A= before turning to Hannam incase she had anything to add. Scans certainly proved to be helpful but sometimes they were misleading and the best way to find out was the old fashioned way......


(OOC: I have tagged everyone and divided orders for departmental collaboration which I liked to see between the marines and the fighters. Anyone have any questions, contact me via pm or via ooc. This will also be a good way of seeing who remains and what spots we need to fill)