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Re: TDRP017: 161007-161025 - "Home Delivery I"

The USS Taylorholic Durant is considered to be the Flagship of the UFS Fleet. We are honoured to have Admiral Mike Calhoun as our former CO and as a current crew member, as well as other luminaries. We support UFSA as much as we can and we provide mentorship to the JOOP & CGSD graduate programs.
We roleplay in-world on a drop-in and scheduled basis. We also add to our history and environment by writing RP Narratives, Mission Logs & Personal Stories for the UFS forum.
Inspired by the ship's namesake, the late Admiral Taylorholic Durant, crew members work to exemplify the behaviour, actions & vision of United Federation Starfleet in everything they do. Our first rule: to be kind to one another. And have fun.
Please note we practice Post Order (P.O.) and One Post in our Roleplays. For further info, contact the C.O.!

Roleplay Times: Sundays 11:15am SLT
Commanding Officer: Poison Toocool
Executive Officer: Evelyn Rieko

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TO: All Officers and Crew
USS TAYLORHOLIC DURANT

ATTENTION TO ORDERS


Prepare to deploy on stardate 161007.1100 for New Talax.

Quartermaster: civilian guest quarters to be prepared by 161006.1600.
Security escort, Counsellor and CMO: greet guests transporter one, 161006.1700.
Chief Steward: Buffet in 10-Forward 161006.1800. Include Talaxian delicacies.
Departmental chiefs: ensure you are fully staffed by 161007.0300.

All stations to be status green by 161007.0800.

Commanding officer on the bridge 161007.1045.
Depart space dock 161007.1115.

Signed,
Poison Toocool, Commodore
USS Taylorholic Durant, Commanding
Stardate 161004
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CREW MANIFEST
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POISON TOOCOOL

Rank: Commodore
Position: Commanding Officer
Branch: Command
Species: Classified

CHERYL SKINSTAD
Rank: Commodore
Position: Executive Officer
Branch: Command
Species: Betazoid/Terran

BRIAN POIDA SLADE ((Regg2012 Resident))
Rank: Crewman First Class
Position: Registered Nurse
Branch: Medical
Species: Human/Trill

FRANK SPET ((NPC))
Rank: Ensign
Position: Helm Officer
Branch: Operations
Species: Human

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RP Narrative
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It began innocently enough, with a Banquet ordered by Commodore Poison Toocool to welcome aboard a group of forty-five Talaxians. They were on the USS Taylorholic Durant as guests, and were to be taken home to New Talax from Pinastri Colony, where they had been staying since being rescued by Starfleet. The freighter in which they had been travelling had been caught in the gravimetric forces of a Cataclysmic Variable, and if not for the intervention of the Durant, they would have perished. Despite this, they had, with the help of an enterprising lawyer, decided to sue Starfleet and Commodore Toocool for the loss of their cargo and other belongings. The fact their ship was destroyed through their own neglience notwithstanding. The court found the Durant's Commanding Officer free of blame, and in fact praised her and her crew for their actions. But it wasn't enough for Toocool.

Over her protests, the Durant was ordered to ferry the group back to their home planet. Warp nine until they reached the Delta-Beta border wouldn't be fast enough. She wanted this group of Talaxians out of her hair for good.

Now she is in her ready room, examining reports from the ship's systems tests they have been executing since leaving SS Tranquility behind. She is staying well away from 10-Forward, the holo-deck, the hydroponic gardens, and any other public place she might usually go. She wanted to avoid the Talaxians at all costs. Even last night's buffett was short and sweet, she ate nothing, drank some fruit juice, and had herself called to the bridge by engineering before a half hour had elapsed.

She sat back with her Earl Grey tea, breathing a sigh of pleasant relaxation. The door chimed. "Enter," she said in a mild voice, half distracted by the schematics of the latest power conduits installed during refit. "Yes?"

Commodore Cheryl Skinstad: "Greetings Captain. I know you said you needed some time to go over those reports. However, I feel there is a problem arising in Medical."

Toocool puts down the PADD with a smile. "Number One," she acknowledges. "It's alright, if it's you," she looks at the XO's face... "What's wrong?" She had that sixth sense of hers, the energy coming from Cheryl wasn't exactly relaxed.

Skinstad feels that she had better let the Captain know what is happening, she draws a big breath. "The buffet for the senior officers and the Talaxian guests last evening... you specifically asked for Talaxian delicacies to be on the menu? I think the Chief Steward managed to make a palatable Talaxian spice stew with leola root. But now it appears that today people are falling ill."

Toocool looks concerned. "Who is falling ill?" She suddenly feels a spirt of impatience. "Those darn Talaxians will be the death of me," she mutters softly.

Skinstad: "Well, at first I was not too concerned, as Medical said that a few people had turned up feeling a little peeky. I thought it could have been a little too much wine. Now I am getting reports that people are saying they are having symptoms rather like vertigo. The longer this is going on the more severe the vertigo is becoming in some cases.. I have had several reports now from the Vice Chief Medical Officer. She is keeping me apprised. I am beginning to wonder if this is some kind of food poisoning."

"Number One, do we need to turn around and return to Tranquility? We're only a few hours out." She hates the thought of going back, she just wants this trip over with. The door chimes. She sighs, "Enter."

Brian Poida Slade, Registered Nurse, enters: "Good afternoon Commodores."

Skinstad: "Ah Crewman, Have you more news on how many are affected?"

Slade: "I have come to report that most senior officers who attended the banquet are now ill. Senior medical too. I'm the only one left who is fit and able to work. Until they are better I am in charge of sickbay."

Skinstad: "That many are affected!! How can this be?"

Slade: "Yes, Ma'am, unfortunately."

Toocool shakes her head. "What is it, can it be treated?"

Slade: "Maybe the soup was tampered with?"

Skinstad: "Ah, I hate soup, I did not have any."

Slade: "But until somone can run an anaylsis on the soup we are kinda in the dark."

Skinstad looks very concerned at both the Captain and Crewman. "Are we seriously considering food being tampered with here?"

Toocool raises her eyebrows to the roof. "We have to consider all possibilities. What about the bridge crew?"

Cheryl Skinstad: "We specifically asked for leola root to be added to the stew but what if it was used in the soup also?"

Toocool: "Why would that be a problem?"

**the ship shakes slightly**

Skinstad: "Captain, I am wondering if mixing the root with Terran vegetables may be causing this problem. The stew was a known recipe. But if other things were used in the soup?"

Toocool: "Alright. We need science or medical to look into what was served at the Buffet."

Skinstad takes a big breath and answers quickly, "Right away Captain." She taps her combadge and speaks with the Chief Science Officer.

She reports: "Captain, The Science Officer was on duty last night and so did not attend."

Toocool: "Good, get him on this right away. Coordinate his findings with medical. Let's find a solution fast. Nurse, please send detailed reports to the CSO, include any toxicology readouts."

Slade: "Yes, Captain."

Skinstad taps her combadge. =^="Captain Rhode, could you please co-ordinate some research into the food prepared at the banquet?"=^=

Toocool begins to wonder... "Have any of the forty-five Talaxians reported ill?"

**ship shakes again**

Skinstad to Toocool: "Captain, I am concerned about that shake just now. We should investigate this?"

Toocool nods, then taps her combadge, =^="Captain to Helm, report."=^=

There is no reply for some moments, and then a groan is heard. =^="I'm so dizzy. Captain, request permission to go to sick bay."=^=

Toocool quickly rises from her seat: "We better get out there, Number One, crewman, you are with me." She moves to the door. Races onto the bridge. The helm officer, Frank Spet, is on the floor. The rest of the consoles are empty. "What the hell??"

Skinstad rushes to the Helm position to take over. "I am trying to see what the shaking might have been by looking at the last entries by the computer Captain."

"Nurse, help the Ensign!" Toocool orders, eyes on the viewscreen.

Ensign Spet groans, "Captain, we need to reduce speed and... raise... shiel..." his head flops down.

**the ship shakes again. alarm sounds**

Toocool: "That's proximity alert!"

Skinstad: "Captain we are looking as though we are headed straight for an Asteroid field." She looks confused. "This was not planned on our route."

Poison Toocool leaps to tactical. "Shields up, reduce to impluse!" She reads the sensors, "We're wayyyy off course!!"

Skinstad: "Aye Captain." She breathes a sigh of relief as the warp core powers down. "Captain how do you mean off course?"

Toocool: "I mean we're not heading to New Talax, we've veered in another direction... make your course..." she punches a few buttons, "one two five, mark forty seven."

Skinstad: "One two five, mark forty seven, aye." They work together quickly. "Captain, I have just received a message that all the Talaxians are in fine health."

Toocool growls. "I want them confined to quarters. Now!"

Skinstad: "Aye Captain. I will inform what people we have left in Security Ma'am."

Toocool: "I'm reading a huge asteroid dead ahead, get the phasers online, we might have to blow it... change course! heading one three eight, mark forty two!"

Skinstad tries to not look at the screen. She calls, "New course engaged. Ready phasers!"

Toocool punches a button: "Target acquired, firing!"

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Captain's Log
USS Taylorholic Durant
Midgar Sector
Stardate 161009.2012
================


Intermittent reports from Science and Medical are no closer to revealing the cause of the illness that has spread through most of the senior staff, who were infected or affected after consuming one or more items at a special buffet on 161006, prior to the Durant leaving Tranquility for the first leg of our journey to New Talax, more than three Sector blocks away. We are back on course and the Bridge is properly staffed, although the Alpha team is unavailable we have balanced the numbers by having some of the other watches stand double shifts.

Although my first instinct to is blame one (or all) of the Talaxians for our current situation, prudence compels me to wait until I have more information before pointing fingers. They are confined to quarters, they have been told this is for safety reasons. However I have security going over the internal sensor logs and tracing the whereabouts of everyone who worked on or went to this darned banquet.

I've also had the new Intelligence OOD, Knott is his name, I've assigned him to go through all the records available on each one of the Talaxians. That should keep him busy. Odio.. *coughs*

I feel like we're hanging in limbo. I very much hope an answer to the medical issue is found soon so we can continue on our way at full speed. We're looking at months in space as it is.

==end log==

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RP Narrative
Stardate 161010
==============


Commodore Poison Toocool sits musing over the current situation, in her ready room, waiting for her next appointment. When the door chimes, she calls, "Enter." Here was one positive thing in a day of disappointing reports. Including an issue with the replicator which meant that she was wearing Class B instead of Duty uniform after her yeoman had spilt yogurt on her this morning in the mess hall. She brings her mind to the present as the officer walks in.

Sytia Shran: "Greetings Commodore."

Toocool: "Welcome Lieutenant, please have a seat," she waves her hand at the ready room couch.

Shran smooths her trousers and sits down gently, she raises a gentle smile

Toocool: pulls over her desk chair and sits down. "Well, I can now officially say, 'welcome aboard.' Your transfer came through the channels today, at last," she smiles. The Lieutenant had joined the ship just before the Durant had left spacedock, assigned to OPs pending the paperwork.

Shran: "Thank you and i'm very happy you took me on. I can not be any more grateful than that."

Toocool: "Glad to have you. I am also assigning you the permanent position of Helm Officer. Given your background and experience, it seemed a suitable assignment, and being a training ship we have been short on experienced officers for such a position. Ensign Spet is Delta, you will be Alpha."

Shran: "I heard Ensign Spet does a fine job and i'll be looking forward to be meeting up when things have calmed down. I do prefer a face to face talk in a run down report than have a screen page sometimes"

Toocool: "He was unfortunately hit hard by the same.. affliction that felled most of the senior officers, which we are still investigating, so please see Commodore Skinstad regarding your shift times. In the present situation I have ordered impluse only until we get the healthy crew numbers back up and investigate this illness further. It is just as well you were not at the banquet Thursday night." She thinks for a moment, "I would like you to plot several courses, one of which would be a quick diversion back to Tranquility if needed. We cannot operate at full efficiency with so many senior officers ill." She doesn't want to turn the ship around but if they can't get to the bottom of this problem.. "Further, since the Chief and Vice Chief of OPs are not available, I'd like you to oversee the department in their absence. Make sure we're covered on all shifts, any problem, see the XO. Is that all clear? I trust you'll get up to speed in the next few days."

Shran: "Aye sir, I shall oversee all reports and make sure operations is covered."

"Lieutenant." Toocool rises. "Good to have you with us," she moves back to her desk with a nod and a smile.

Shran: "Thank you Commodore, permission to head back to quarters and settle in?"

Toocool: "Permission granted."

Shran (evergreenmoss) gives a slight bow, as she is known in the martial arts world and it is an old habit. "Thank you" she heads towards the door and heads to her quarters.

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USS Taylorholic Durant
Midgar Sector
Stardate 161011.0300
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Medical and Science have determined that the toxic substance consumed at the Official Banquet on stardate 161006 was recipe related. In preparation of a soup, a Terran spice was added to the Talaxian item leola root, this seemingly innocuous combination caused an unexpected reaction some hours later. Who knew that cinnamon could be so potent? Although the situation has not been totally resolved, the Captain felt confident enough in the recovery of the crew to order a continuation of our previous course to New Talax, at warp eight.

All departments reported green at commencement of Gamma at 0245.

Astrometrics requested use of long range sensors to observe a red dwarf two light years off the starboard bow.
Engineering is running standard diagnostics on the impulse drive.
Transporter Room Three is offline for maintenance.
Security reports some protests from one Talaxian couple confined to quarters. They were escorted to the arboretum for one hour. Permission to go to ten-forward was denied. They were returned to their quarters without further incidence.

Helm reports if current course and speed is maintained we will cross the boundary with the Dactes Sector by 1100 hours. Recommend examination of star charts in preparation for entering uncharted areas.

In service,
Russell Sprout ((NPC))
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OOW - Gamma Shift
Operations
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USS Taylorholic Durant
Midgar Sector
Stardate 161015.0130
===================


All departments reported green at commencement of Gamma at 0100.

Helm reports we have crossed the border between the Dactes Sector and 010G. As ordered we will continue rimward of Pinastri until we have reached Sector 015G, when we will change heading for the Nassordin Sector where we will resupply and take shore leave, if diplomacy allows. At conventional speed, this will take us about a month and a half.

Engineering reports diagostics complete on impluse drive and slipstream drive. Transporter room two offline for regular maintenance. Cargo bay four scheduled for inspection.

Operations reports long range communications with Pinastri are fading. Suggest launching a communications buoy before we cross to 011G.

Medical reports food allergy caused by cinnamon and leola root has been treated and all crew so afflicted have either returned to duty or are confined to quarters. Ensign Snfero is in labour. Two crew injured rock climbing in the holodeck.

Science has compiled data on the red dwarf examined in Dactes Sector. Working with Intelligence to develop briefs for those charted areas and civilizations we may meet as we go forward.

Security reports the Talaxians are under control, if somewhat restless. Exercise and recreation times have been set. The group is not permitted to gather in one place except in small numbers. Tactical reports long range scans clear except for normal space traffic.

Stewards are preparing a special meal for 161016 to celebrate an engagement.

In service,
Russell Sprout ((NPC))
Commander
OOW - Gamma Shift
Operations

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Commodore Cheryl Skinstad looks around the Marine Gym for her CO. "I expected Commodore Toocool to be here. She comes in here very early I heard."

Captain Ishan Broek: "I havent seen her as yet. Though I have only been here 10 minutes myself"

Skinstad looks at the empty machine near the Captain and thinks she needs some exercise. "Mind if I join you?"

The Security Chief wipes the beads of sweat from his brow: "Of course, feel free. This is the first exercise I have done in over a week. That blasted sickness wiped me out."

Skinstad walks over to the empty machine and sets the panels: "I too have felt so ill. A blast through may help get things back to normal. How are we doing with the 45 Talaxians? The CO is finding this mission... challenging."

Broek feels the muscles in his legs tighten with each step he takes, and his breathing begins to get laboured. "Ugh, Talaxians....every day for the past two months my desk has been full of reports that have something to do with Talaxians. The day we drop them off can't come quick enough."

Skinstad: "How have you been managing with most of the senior staff affected? If it had not been for an enlisted nurse the other day stepping up and showing great initiative I think we could have had a terrible time."

Broek listens intently to the XO as she demonstrates her concern for the crew. "Well, it's been challenging, but we have a few good experienced people around, and many keen junior officers and cadets. Bob Arblaster, the Master at Arms has done a sterling job standing in for me."

Skinstad feels quite weak but tries to work through the dizziness. "I heard it was a root that caused all the problem. On its own in a stew it was delicious, but you know how Talaxians cannot resist trying new recipes? One put it in a soup with other herbs and that is what caused the poisoning effect on us humanoids."

Broek starts to feeL the burn. Time to up the pace a little, he thinks to himself as he instructs the machine to quicken the running pace. "Doc told me it was something called Cinnamon. Needless to say, I wont be indulging n that delicacy again."

Skinstad " No I think we all have learned lessons here about the intolerances we have of each other's herbs and spices. We are now 3 sectors away from Pinastri on route to New Talax. How well are your staff recovering?"

Broek: "Everyone has been cleared, and have all reported back to duty. I think that's the same in most departments. I havent had chance to meet any of the newcomers yet, have you?"

Skinstad remembers her PADD info with the details of the 3 new staff . "I have met the 2 new Medical staff but the newest in Engineering I have yet to come across. I have seen her resume and it is quite impressive." She looks across to the Chief of Security and is very impressed by his running speed. Decides to ask some personal questions as they are alone. "So you obviously are a good runner, what other sports do you engage in whilst enjoying free time?"

Broek finds himself agreeing with the impression that the young engineer's resume sets. "Indeed it is impressive, but us old hands know only too well that past accomplishments count for nothing. It's all about what you do today and tomorrow," Ishan slows the pace again as his thigh muscles threaten to burst out of his skin. "Unfortunately ma'am I'm not as young as I used to be, and whilst I can just about keep up with the young uns with the running it wont be that way for many years more..... and the CO....well she can run rings around most on the ship I would bet. He adds: "As for free time, I'm a dab hand at Parisees Squares...or at least I think so, but mostly for me it's about keeping sharp with the martial arts." He winds down the speed further to a jogging pace as he begins his cool down routine

Skinstad: "Indeed she can. She is extremely agile and full of energy." Ponders over the answer from the captain, then bites the bullet and asks the question. "I believe Comm Toocool is very interested in getting us to interact gainfully. Martial arts sounds a great way for us to begin to get to know each other a bit more. How would you feel about joining me for some Tai Chi some time?"

Broek raises an eyebrow and chuckles "Are you asking me out on a date Commodore?" He turns to the XO and smiles.... "But seriously, sure, Tai Chi sound a grand plan."

Skinstad stops the machine and wipes away a sweaty brow. "I am done here for today, Captain. I like your humour about the date!" She laughs: "I think I would like some company. Life can be lonely if you do not seek out people to befriend when off duty."

Broek turns to Cheryl and smiles "Ma'am it's been a pleasure. The sonic shower beckons. Let's schedule it in. May the Prophets walk with you Commodore."

Skinstad wonders if he meant scheduling a sonic shower, then regains her composure. " Thank you Captain. I look forward to scheduling a Tai Chi session with you," she grins, adding: "You never know, maybe the CO might join us too!"

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