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Orbital Drydock Facility above San Fransisco.

The Daedalus Class starship USS Republic is being refitted with a new warp seven engine, two photon torpedo launchers, five phaser arrays and an upgraded deflector dish. This is part of the the assembly of Liberty Fleet. A selection of 'liberty ships' are being formed as quickly and effectively as possible. Some Daedalus are being churned out already fitted with the changes being performed on the Republic. The Republic herself, being a former medical science vessel, seems to be redefined as a warship.

The crew are amassing in the station waiting to get aboard and underway on their five year mission out to Romulan Space to bring the fight to them.

Doctor Bruno Chait, the ship's Caitian captain, waits in the station's lounge, orders a near-beer and settles down by the window, admiring the ship's overhaul. He is more than a little concerned with the way she's being armed to the teeth.

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Naranja walks briskly into the bar and having collected an orange juice sits by the window and goes through the specs and undocking procedures for a Daedalus Class, not having met his new Captain before he nods to Chait with a smile. "She's an ugly bird, huh?"

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Doc looks to Naranja and nods, glancing at the republic patch on his shoulder. His own patch turned away from the ensign. "Yeah well, she's got it where it counts. Warp 7 engine, streamlined nacelles put out a more focused waveform and higher yield phasers and torpedoes. All thanks to the NX-Class proven tech. You know who your new Captain's gonna be?"

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Walks into the Lounge tired from touring the ship, and notices the Captain and walks over to them and sees an Ensign sitting with him. "Greetings Captain, Ensign, What an Interesting ship we have here eh?" "I mean she could use some work here and there but she should do the task"

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Naranja shrugs and smiles. "Some Caitian doc . . . tor." the smile falls as he clocks the rank of the person he was talking to and realisation takes over. "I uh . . . " He stands and salutes. "Ensign Naranja Apfelsine, Sir. Sorry about . . . what I said sir."

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Doc winks. "Don't worry about it kid. She ain't as pretty as the NX and others, but you'll get to know and love her. You the new helmsman then?" He looks to the Kitzyne. "And you must be my new XO." He holds out a paw to the Commander. "Mr. Brougham I presume?"

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Naranja relaxes only for a few second as he stiffens once more and salutes the Commander as well. "Sir"

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Dr Telor walks into the lounge and after getting his drink, approaches the small knot of officers. "Greetings! Are you all with the Republic, by any chance?" he asks.

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takes the captains paw and shakes it "Yes Captain, I am your new XO" looks around the bar then notices a Doctor approaching "yes we all are with the Republic"

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"Not surprising, we have a ½ hour before boarding. You must be my new CMO, Doctor Telor?" Doc understood the necessity for a separate Doctor as the CMO, despite being a Doctor himself. Chait's job was to co-ordinate the medical/ rescue operations, Telor's job was to look after the health of the crew. He held out a paw to the Andorian.

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Naranja just remains at attention since there's no-one junior to him here. Finds it easier just to use the same salute and turn in another direction, in this case the direction of Doctor Telor.

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"Well, in true Starfleet tradition they've been keeping us in the dark about our maiden voyage, but I got the particulars here. You, Apfelsine, soon as we get on board . . . what are you doing? Put your hand down."

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Naranja looks uncomfortable and lowers his hand slowly. "yes sir."

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"Better, anyway, when we get aboard I want you to make heading towards Tau Ceti IV. We got a couple Vulcan passengers wanna go to the port there. Starfleet in all their wisdom want us to be their taxi cab." Chait looks to the rest. "Shall we make an early start?" indicating the way to the shuttles.

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"Wait, T-Tau Ceti 4? The Tau Ceti 4?" Naranja just turned six shades paler. "Yes sir."