USS John Paul Jones

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So this is a open roleplay thats a supply ship which does runs between expeditions and earth allies, check this out ==USS John Paul Jones== , What i intend to do is a inter simm that can interact with other simm's but not assigned as a seperate simm so here is this. I'm welcoming everyone feel free to take a position add your name on the manifest, which i wrote what staff i want and the most important one's doesnt have MAYBE WON'T BE FILLED writing, in the wiki and join

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<Ball Room, Commissioning the USS John Paul Jones>

The room was full of senior officers for once again a commissioning of a new ship. It was getting regular for everyone to attend this kind of ceremonies but it still had that fun in it.

From Earth Fleet Command Major General Karl Tenjin was about to make a speech for the USS John Paul Jones and slowly the senior staff of the ship was gathering around him.

Lieutenant Commander Kent Weston was kinda nervous as he was taking his first command but that wasnt a big deal compared to the idea that it was in space. John Paul Jones mission was clear enough, a supply ship. Simple missions what can await them at most ? Some brotherhood ships maybe ? The ideas went through Weston's head and he didnt knew what was going to happen to them.

Karl Tenjin stared out over the crew of the USS John Paul Jones. He paused, glancing at the commander, as he stood and walked to the lectern. "You are the crew of the USS John Paul Jones. Today you will embark on your vessel, and you will become diplomats and merchants." He paused, to glance down at his notes. "You will go places, and see things that few of us ever do. Interact and talk with people most of us only hear about. Despite what some might call a mundane task, you will be Earth's representatives. You will represent some of the best that we have to offer." He grinned, as he suppressed a joke. "Good luck, ladies and gentlemen."

As General finished his speech it was time for Weston to make one, "Thank you General, Today we gathered here for the launch of the USS John Paul Jones. Her mission is clear, delivering supplies. Her crew is experienced and she will get her job done." Weston cleared his throat thinking of a closing sentence but he couldnt find one "Thank you everyone for gathering here and have a nice evening".

That was a terrible closing speech Weston thought but he made it anyway so he continued and went to get a drink for himself.

After today the ship would be in space doing mission he thought and got excited.

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(Thank You Asid for the Tenjin Speech)

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The night continued well and everybody had their fun, of some sort, and the ball that was named for the commissioning of the USS John Paul Jones was about to be finished now.

Weston was drinking his drink when a petty officer in dress uniform approached him, he wasn't sure who he was exactly but he was to hear it out. Weston read the file's of crew members but he only met with the senior staff so far.

"Petty Officer 2nd Class Jake Middlestone, sir. I'm one of your engineer, to be specifically assistant chief engineer." the man spoke

"Nice to meat you, petty officer. Have you came to say something to me ?" Weston asked

"Yes,sir. I got report that the final tests are okay and the ship is ready to launch tommorow morning." Middlestone said with excitement

"Thank you.. erhm.. Middlestone" Weston said and continued "go on having fun, we don't have to worry about the ship today. We will launch at time don't worry"

Weston decided to stay on the bar for some more time and have a couple of more drinks in case if more crew member would want to meet him.

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---- Flt Lt Zoe Tyler ----

Zoe moved around the room, she didn't really know anyone. From what she could tell, most of the people in the room were American. She hadn't found this surprising in the least, for a start the ship was American. The thing that had surprised her was being put in charge of the Helm. It had only been a couple of months ago that she completed her training in ship flight control. She hadn't intended flying ships. Zoe had been happy flying normal jets, but when her brother started working on F-302s, he insisted she at least try them.

He hadn't been wrong and she loved every moment of it until the attack on Earth which ultimately resulted in her brothers death. After the attack was over, she took some leave and headed back to live with her parents for a bit. Upon her return, the Atrium had been built, along with the memorial wall. She had already been to the memorial wall in Staffordshire where all British military personnel have their name place when they die in the service of their country. Her first day back consisted of her sat in front of the memorial wall, just staring at his name. Zoe soon got back to work.

More recently though she had been asked if she would like to learn how to fly ships. With the recent losses to the fleet, they had lost quite a few good officers and needed replacements. She was supervised they had not asked her sister, Emily, who for most of her RAF career consisted of flying cargo planes. Something more attune to what she would be doing. She had not spoken to her for sometime, so had not found the reason.

Looking towards the bar, she noticed her new commanding officer, Lieutenant Commander Kent Weston. She placed her glass of champagne down for a moment while she straitened her dress uniform. Grabbing her glass once more, she headed over. Although this was an American ship, it was being classed as part of an exchange between forces. It wasn't something new, Zoe just didn't understand why she was made Chief Helmswoman. Standing beside Weston, she cleared her throat. "Commander Weston?" She waited to get his attention before continuing. "I'm Flight Left-tenant Zoe Tyler." With her free hand, she quickly gave a salute.

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Weston was sipping his drink when Lt. Tyler came towards him.

Weston returned salute and spoke "Lieutenant Tyler, my chief helms" paused a bit "woman, quite nice to meet you. I was eager to get to know my staff in person.Take a seat if you'd like" thought a bit "not that kind of knowing in person" thought some more "excuse me Ty can i call you Ty ? I'm a bit excited of the command, I've been with the naval ships already but not in a space naval ship. That's gonna be something completely new to me"

He continued sipping his drink wondering what was she gonna think of him now. An inefficient captain who is trying to hit on her that got him more nervous. Weston was a bit of a guy who could get nervous easily but all this time this didn't got into his way of command.

He looked around some thinking about his first mission to visit Atlantis Expedition. They recently moved their position and they would need all spare parts and supplies they could get at the moment.

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USS JPJ
Cargo Bay

Yeah, it wasn't all fun and games for the crew of the John Paul Jones. There were daily operations that needed to be seen to, cargo to load, personal gear to distribute -- it wouldn't do for the officers to get to their quarters only to find that they didn't have a toothbrush, much the less a change of clothes -- and someone had to see to that.

Of course, Dutch didn't expect life to be easy, she was a crewman, and, as such, was low man on the totem pole, and, considering her history, she knew she was lucky to even have a place in the Air Force, or with the Star Gate progeam, the judge had made that painfully clear.

'It's only because you were not in direct command of that crew that we are even considering this offer,' the judge had droned in his, well, judgmental voice, 'gunrunning, transporting illegal cargo, entering restricted space...you would be a fool to turn this down...'

At the moment, Dutch was thinking that she was, indeed, a fool. This was hard work, not that she wasn't accustomed to that, but she didn't appreciate the structure. She was accustomed to a more liberal system, yes, carrying out orders, but given the flexibility to do that in your own way. Here...

"VanDerMeer! Stack those bags alphabetically!"

The ensign in charge of distributing the officers' personal belongings to their quarters glared at Dutch, bellowing out his commands, and she had to bite her lip to keep from shouting back...'By distribution, you dolt,' but she held her tongue and did as she was told, packing the trolly (carefully) alphabetically, knowing full well the stupidity of the system, and knowing full well that once she was on her own, she could do as she darned well pleased.

Once the Lieutenant was satisfied with the arrangement, she headed out of the cargo bay, grumbling under her breath. First stop, Weston's quarters, emphasis on the 'W', at the bottom of the pile. Tediously setting aside the other packs, she finally made it to the Commander's gear, placing it just inside the door to his quarters -- Taj Mahal to someone like her, relegated to barracks -- then promptly repacked the rest in the order of distribution.

Grinning to herself, she started to hum, then lightly sing:

"On the good ship John P Jones,
it's a sweet place the officers call home,
Where the grunts do the work,
And L-tee Gardner is a jerk!"

Yeah, this job wasn't so bad, under the right circumstances!

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Sr Airman Greit 'Dutch' VanDerMeer
(Edited to, duh, take out the Star Trek referrences!)

Staff Sergeant Lorenzo Hopkins

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Staff Sergeant Lorenzo Hopkins is one the ships security officer. He has been on the ship since she was ready to leave the dock. Hopkins was something like a standard jarhead soldier type. Would do the order no matter what.

Hopkins was making his sweep when he saw VanDerMeer at captain's room placing captain's gear. While singing a song about the infamous Ensign Gardner, the Quartermaster of the USS John Paul Jones.

"Yo VanDerMeer" Hopkins called out. He knew her when the ship started loading the supplies. They met in a transfer duty.Hopkins heard VanDerMeer humming a song of somekind and he wanted to joke about it "What are you singin about ? Ensign Gardner ?" he laughed.

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Corridor, Habitat Area

"Yo VanDerMeer" Hopkins called out. He knew her when the ship started loading the supplies. They met in a transfer duty.Hopkins heard VanDerMeer humming a song of somekind and he wanted to joke about it "What are you singin about ? Ensign Gardner ?" he laughed.

"What?" Startled, she turned to face the man, shaking her head. "I'm not doing..." Sighing, she shook her head. "Can you blame me? The man is...fodder for parody, don't you think?" Grinning, she started for the next room. And please, call me 'Dutch' so I don't have to deck you next time."

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Staff Sergeant Lorenzo Hopkins

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"What?" Startled, she turned to face the man, shaking her head. "I'm not doing..." Sighing, she shook her head. "Can you blame me? The man is...fodder for parody, don't you think?" Grinning, she started for the next room. And please, call me 'Dutch' so I don't have to deck you next time."

"Cant blame you yeah" he paused grinning "Well i called your last name for a reason hehe it was purely for you to think that Gardner was here" he laughed. He walked with VanDerMeer. Hopkins didnt have much to do because the ship it self had a minimum compliment and everybody knew everyone so security was tight enough and he has done his sweep already.

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JPJ, Habitat Area

"Cant blame you yeah" he paused grinning "Well i called your last name for a reason hehe it was purely for you to think that Gardner was here" he laughed. He walked with VanDerMeer. Hopkins didnt have much to do because the ship it self had a minimum compliment and everybody knew everyone so security was tight enough and he has done his sweep already.

"Oh....ya know what they say about revenge...reaping what ya sow, all that..." She smiled sweetly at him. "Best watch yer back there, Security, never know what might sneak up on ya!" With that, she stopped at the next cabin and opened the hatch. "Goodness...wouldn't this be nice?" she asked, giving a quick look around as she set the gear inside. "Guess I'd go stir-crazy from th' quiet." She glanced at Hopkins. "You up for some grub when I get done here?" She knew that soon the ship would be teeming with activity and she was going to enjoy the peace while she could.

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Sr. Aiman Greit 'Dutch' VanDerMeer

Staff Sergeant Lorenzo Hopkins

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"Should i also watch my back from you" Hopkins replied with laughster. He was getting hungry for all these running around the ship so he started to think about a roast chicken sandwich it was his favorite food of all times and with a ice tea he would be in heaven.

"You up for some grub when I get done here?"

This sentence made him happy all of a sudden he put on a funny smile on his face answering "Sure, I was getting hungry for all this running"

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---------GYSGT Henry Westman-----------



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USS John Paul Jones
Mess Hall

"Gunny" Henry Westman found his way to the mess hall, having made his rounds and, well, it was time for chow. He had been a veteran of the Iraq War with the Marines and then had tried to stay closer to home as an LAPD SWAT officer, but after the divorce, he found himself wanting something to do with all his free time, and so, he had re-enlisted, and taken the position making supply runs.

"Cold sandwiches and bug juice? What's a man gotta do for some real chow?" He complained loudly at the lunch options, such as they were.

"Not be crazy enough to go jumping for an opportunity to serve on this bucket?" The mess hall staffer replied with a smirk.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Well, you tell me where there's a billet for a guy like me who re-opped just to not have so much free time. Next time, I'll smuggle on some Chef Boyardee or something." Westman replied, selecting a sandwich at random, and a cup of red bug juice. They had no real flavors, just colors, as he had learned, and red seemed to be just fine.

The mess hall was starting to fill up, and he found an empty chair and sat down, looking out the window to take in the view. Say what you would about the assignment, the view wasn't at all boring. Yet.

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Corridors -- Mess Hall

"You up for some grub when I get done here?"

This sentence made him happy all of a sudden he put on a funny smile on his face answering "Sure, I was getting hungry for all this running"

"Yeah, watching me do all the hard work must be a real drain on ya." Dutch laughed as she set out the next last bag, then started toward the mess hall, towing the hand cart behind her. She would deliver the remaining bag in due time, but there were priorities, and she had orders to return to the cargo bay 'after the last bag was delivered'.

"I sure hope th' food on this crate is good, considering we're gonna be stuck here once we launch." At least when you were on the ground there was the opportunity to eat off base now and then, but on a ship you took what you got. "Man, I hope they have mango milkshakes...well, mango anything, really!"

As they entered the Mess Hall, it was clear that it was busy, for the fact that it wasn't actually fully functional yet. Still, it did smell good and she just hoped they could find a place to sit.

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Sexy AirChick Greit 'Dutch' VanDerMeer

Staff Sergeant Lorenzo Hopkins

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"Well you didn't asked any help did ya ?" Hopkins mocked

While he was walking he turned off his radio with a little click for not to hear unnecessery chatter or new orders and checked a piece of paper about a checklist of sweep than putted it into his upper left pocket.

"Oh i want a roast chicken sandwich.. a lot" Hopkins said. That food was on his mind as he started today for some reason. "So you like mangoes ? Remind me to find one if they don't serve it today" he smirked

Entering the mess hall Hopkins spotted a two table available "Well there's a table over there, assuming you are tired" he stopped grinning "you go sit i'll grab the food" he said and went to get food.

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Second Lieutenant Lokia Ironside

(thanks to Audie Mjolnir for the image though i need help shrinking it badly)
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USS John Paul Jones
Corridors

Lokia was walking down the hallway looking at the grounds considering the mess she had gotten herself in as she heading for the mess hall. She had just left her office/armory after dropping off almost all of her weapons and looking over the paper work for her new position on the ship. Almost being the most important word there, she was still carrying her saber which was a family heirloom dating back to the 1890s and had been taken on almost every campaign her family had participated in. Even Though it hadn’t been used in a good 70 years and served more as a good luck charm it was a well maintained and she was very practiced with the blade.

She had gotten hired for this job mainly because of the losses last August and… and well she had some people pull some strings for her. Namely her godfather Brig. Gen. Jonathan Keene who wanted her to have this job mainly so she could keep notes on how a 303B operates and give them to him when and if they got approval to build their SS-303B. That was the mess she was thinking about and she wasn't very happy about the fact, that technically she could be considered a spy, but she consoled herself the fact that as long as she didn't put anything in the notes that were top secret information she should be okay… hopefully.

She looked up as she entered the mess hall and surveyed the seen

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Coding Issues fixed by a Stealthy Staff Gremlin,

This post has been edited by William Tremblay on May 5 2012, 09:03 AM

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Mess Hall

"Well you didn't asked any help did ya ?" Hopkins mocked

"You didn't offer." She stuck her tongue out at him, then grinned. "Of course, she hadn't expected help, it was her job.

While he was walking he turned off his radio with a little click for not to hear unnecessary chatter or new orders and checked a piece of paper about a checklist of sweep than putted it into his upper left pocket.

"Oh i want a roast chicken sandwich.. a lot" Hopkins said. That food was on his mind as he started today for some reason. "So you like mangoes ? Remind me to find one if they don't serve it today" he smirked.

"Really? You'd do that?" Her grin widened as she batted her eyes at him, then laughed. "But we hardly know each other!"

Entering the mess hall Hopkins spotted a two table available "Well there's a table over there, assuming you are tired" he stopped grinning "you go sit i'll grab the food" he said and went to get food.

"Sure, thanks." With a shrug, she nodded. "I'll have a burger and fries...may as well splurge while I can!" Laughing, she turned and started for the table, but before she got there someone else claimed it. Sighing, she looked around, noticing a man sitting alone. She approached the table.

"Excuse me, do you mind if my friend and I join you? It's kinda crowded..."

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LOKIA, join us! PARTY!!