STSF Jami

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We wish the crew of USS Challenger all the best as they move on to new adventures in Starfleet. Cptn Ja'Lale: USS Challenger Mission Brief - 26 October 2018: The Challenger has responded to a distress call from a nearby Star base which was under attack by several large warbirds and Birds of Prey. Also answering the call, was one additional Excelsior, 2 Constellations and a Miranda class ship -- 5 ships in total. TBS was none and we were in the midst of defending the star base. Any questions? Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Hunter Matheson: :::at helm, joining up with the group for a coordinated attack.::: Dvokr chim Hok: :: At operations :: Dyan Sylvanis: ::At Tactical, keeping up the pressure.:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Challenger was hit by enemy disruptor fire, erupting the bridge in a shower of sparks and a falling bulkhead (thankfully, no red shirts were harmed). Shields are down to 46%. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Braces as things crash around her. She looks back to make sure everyone is ok.:: Caitlin Townshend: ::steadies herself at her station:: That didn't sound good Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Hull breaches on decks 7, 8 and 10. Dvokr chim Hok: Bah! :: scrambles :: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Turns back to her console.:: Shields are down to 46%. Dyan Sylvanis: Damage control teams are responding to reported breaches. Hunter Matheson: :::jumps from the sparks, then back to helm, fighting to regain control:: Helm regaining power. Cptn Ja'Lale: Continue with evasives.. if you can and return fire. Caitlin Townshend: ::scanning for weaknesses in the Romulan vessels:: Dyan Sylvanis: Yes Sir! ::Focuses on returning fire.:: Hunter Matheson: ::holes in his uniform from the sparks:: Power up. Evasive maneuver, aye. Hunter Matheson: ::rolls as much as Challenger can roll to get out of the line of fire, letting the Excelsior take position as it dives through the group::: Dvokr chim Hok: Power problems all over the ship Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Challenger fires a full return volley at one of the warbirds. Hunter Matheson: ::dives past the warbird, then veers off toward another hostile:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Coordinating with the remaining station fighters to finish off the warbird. Fires aft weapons as they dive past.:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: There are 4 warbirds and 2 large D7s remaining in the enemy fleet. Their shields have taken damage but look to still be intact. One ship has been destroyed. Caitlin Townshend: One of the warbirds appears to be favouring its port side … starboard shields have weak points developing. Dyan Sylvanis: On it. ::Relays the weakness.:: Hunter Matheson: Copy, El Tee. Moving in that direction. Cptn Ja'Lale: Good good... Dyan Sylvanis: :;Fires when the opportunity presents itself.:: Hunter Matheson: Coming up portside aft..... now! Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The warbird's shields fail from the direct hit and is now venting plasma on its port side as a result from the hit. The ship begins to pull back. Hunter Matheson: Angling off :::shifts starboard and over:: Caitlin Townshend: ::continues scanning:: Dvokr chim Hok: Bypassing damaged areas Hunter Matheson: ::Maneuvering through, past a Constellation, coming around to target a D7 that doesn't seem to notice them (I hope)::: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The rest of the warbirds however, continue to swarm the Federation fleet firing volleys at them. Challenger shudders from another hit, shields drop to 39% Dyan Sylvanis: Romulans aren't known to stick around if their advantage starts to falter. If we can take out one of those D7s... Hunter Matheson: ::moves out to recoup:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Easier said than done there. Hunter Matheson: ::at random:: I would think the fleet would give us more power.... Hunter Matheson: ::Syl:: Give me the coordinates of the D7 - hard to spot in this mess. Dyan Sylvanis: Sending. ::Gives coordinates.:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Long range scanners indicate ten more Romulan warbirds from inside the Neutral Zone, they decloak but do not cross. Hunter Matheson: Coordinates received... here we go.... Caitlin Townshend: Uh-oh Dyan Sylvanis: ::Lets out a curse.:: I see them too. Caitlin Townshend: Captain, I've got 7... no, make that 10 warbirds just on the other side of the Neutral Zone. Hunter Matheson: ::spots it on his console::: Moving to attack. Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Before Ja'Lale can say anything the lead vessel hails the Challenger. Dvokr chim Hok: We are being hailed Hunter Matheson: ::hears the hail and pulls up::: Cptn Ja'Lale: On screen. Hunter Matheson: ::rubs his arms where the sparks burned through his uniform::: Dvokr chim Hok: :: does so :: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::A Romulan Admiral appears on screen:: This is Khre'Riov (Rear Admiral) tr'Kavik of the 15th Galae Support Fleet. We have been authorized to inform au that these are rogue operatives acting outside of the interests of the Romulan Star Empire. (...) Hunter Matheson: :::holding steady::: Hunter Matheson: ::and yeah, it would be nice to have some help::: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Grits her teeth, knowing their own reinforcements are still probably 20 minutes out.:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ... A fortnight ago, armed mercenaries overwhelmed one of our shipyards where these ships were undergoing refits and stolen them. Our intelligence also believes this also might have been an inside job. But regardless, we can assist au in disabling these stolen ships. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Looks back at the Captain.:: Hunter Matheson: ::thinks do it... do it... do it::: Cptn Ja'Lale: tr'Kavik> Like your vessels, ours are equipped with a fail safe that will drop their shields and shut down their power in a such an event in this. With your permission, we'd like to use one of your communication buoys to amplify the signal to shut down the ships. In return, we only ask that you tow them to the neutral zone so that we can tractor them and bring back to Romulus to face justice for their crimes. Hunter Matheson: :::still dodging the rogue ships::: Dvokr chim Hok: :: waits :: Hunter Matheson: ::turns to the skipper::: Will it disable their weapons? Cptn Ja'Lale: Ja'LAle> Of course, admiral. ::Kal:: It should, if it shuts down their power. Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Challenger is hit with another volley. Shields are down to 18% with more hull breaches. +tr'Kavik+ If you could hurry, that would be nice! Dyan Sylvanis: ::Wonders how they know about the fail safe, but now is not the time.:: Hunter Matheson: Moving out! Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Kavik's ship broadcasts the signal. The enemy fleet stops dead in their tracks and go dark. Hunter Matheson: ::blink:: Dyan Sylvanis: :;Sighs:: Cptn Ja'Lale: +Fleet+ Ja'Lale to Starfleet vessels, please do as the admiral requested and tractor them to the Neutral Zone. Cptn Ja'Lale: I don't think we're in a position to tractor anything ::dryly to the bridge:: Hunter Matheson: Aye, sir. With you on that one. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Nods.:: Agreed. Caitlin Townshend: ::looks around at what's left of the bridge:: Hunter Matheson: Permission to move out, Captain. Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The bridge has gone to emergency lighting with two bulkheads and a mess of exposed wires shooting out sparks. One ensign is already on hand with a fire extinguisher putting out a small flame from one of the terminals. Dvokr chim Hok: :: Looks at the damage to Challenger :: Hunter Matheson: ::his hands are trembling::: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::nods:: As best as you can, Hunter. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Coughs a little as she wipes off her console.:: Hunter Matheson: Aye, sir. ::coughs at the smoke and burning electronics:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The rest of the Federation ships tow the dead warbirds and BOPs to the NZ. The Romulan fleet of 10, tractor onto them. Hunter Matheson: ::limps the ship away from the rest:: That's all she's got, Captain. Permission to go to stationkeeping. Cptn Ja'Lale: Tr'Kavik>. I'm sorry we hadn't arrived sooner. Our intelligence only just directed us to your position, in addition to the distress call from your outpost we intercepted. Cptn Ja'Lale: Tr'Kavik>. Jolan tru. ::cuts comm:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The Romulans with the enemy ships in tow, turn back to Romulus and depart Dyan Sylvanis: ::Sighs in relief.:: No hostile contacts on the grid. Hunter Matheson: ::keeping her as steady as possible:: Hunter Matheson: ::coughs from the fumes:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Challenger is hailed from the star base. Dvokr chim Hok: The base is hailing us Cptn Ja'Lale: On screen. Dvokr chim Hok: :: does so :: Cptn Ja'Lale: SB> +Challenger+ Thanks a lot for your help, Captain. We really do appreciate it. Our shipyard took a massive hit, but I think we can rebuild pretty quick. I don't know how they found out we were building experimental cloak vessels but they knew where to hit. No doubt this will severely set back this project. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Looking at the Captain for a minute, and then to Kal.:: Hunter Matheson: :::head in hands, he's resting on the helm console::: Cptn Ja'Lale: Starbase> ::a man in an admiral's uniform is on screen:: I've been informed by Starfleet HQ to tell you that you're to be towed back to Earth to undergo repairs. The ships in the fleet here will help tow you back. Hunter Matheson: ::mutters::: all this for building cloaked ships... Cptn Ja'Lale: Admiral>. It's best not to ask questions... if you know what I mean. ::notes Kal fidgeting:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::sighs:: Well, I look forward to overseeing repairs. ::unenthusiastically:: Hunter Matheson: ::looks up to the familiar voice and nods to the admiral::: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Looks to the others, then to the screen.:: Admiral, if I may. You should check your computer databases to make sure they weren't compromised. Hunter Matheson: ::gives the admiral a semi salute knowing that he won't mind:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Thinking this whole thing was staged to begin with.:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Admiral>. ::looks at his operations officer and nods:: Not so fast on that captain. I've been authorized to inform you that the Daystrom Institute has accepted your application as Chair of Research for their Astro-Science division. They want you to report there as soon as possible. ::to Kal:: Yes, Lt we have some people on it already. Hunter Matheson: ::half grin with a nod::: Dyan Sylvanis: huh? ::Looks to Ja'Lale again.:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Admiral>. Starfleet has already assigned replacement CO and XO. They will meet you once you've arrived on Earth. Good luck with your new role captain. We'll miss you, that's for sure. Cptn Ja'Lale: ::nods:: It was a while ago, but I did apply for an opening there. I didn't think I got the role, but it looks like they just took their time with the application process. Dyan Sylvanis: The timing was impeccable. Hunter Matheson: (w) ::Syl, a little sadness creeping into his tone:: I'll be back in the teams. Cptn Ja'Lale: Admiral> Starbase 38 out. Good luck and godspeed Challenger. Dvokr chim Hok: :: checking things :: Cptn Ja'Lale: (And for the final time....) Cptn Ja'Lale: END SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: END SIM Dyan Sylvanis: ::paused:: Chirakis: :::applause::: Well done, Challenger. Fair winds and following seas. Hunter Matheson: done Dvokr chim Hok: nice Cptn Ja'Lale: Okay, well that does it. I would like to thank you all for sticking with Challenger so long. Some of you have been here from the start 14 years ago. It's been a good run, and I hope you've enjoyed your time here. Cptn Ja'Lale: It's been a pleasure to serve as CO for 10 years. It was a great run. Hunter Matheson: Thanks Captain. Dvokr chim Hok: Was really good Hunter Matheson: SYOTOS Cptn Ja'Lale: If you can, please do try to do some closing logs. It would be nice to see what your characters will do next—stay on the ship or move on as well. I'll post one soon as well. Dyan Sylvanis: It was a great run. So many memories, from the Enterprise era to our present time. Cptn Ja'Lale: Thanks to everyone. See some of you on Aegis... and If you're not there already please do consider joining them, It is a good sim. Cptn Ja'Lale: Yes, indeed. Dyan Sylvanis: And getting arrested numerous times on a previous life. Cptn Ja'Lale: lol I remember Chirakis: I'll be moving over Cptn Ja'Lale: Well, if there's nothing else then sim is dismissed! Dvokr chim Hok: Night all well wishes Dyan Sylvanis: night night all. See you out there. Cptn Ja'Lale: May the winds forever be on your backs Cptn Ja'Lale: Goodnight everyone!

Cptn Ja'Lale: USS Challenger Mission Brief - 19 Oct 2018: The Challenger is arriving at Starbase 133, which issued a distress call being attacked by unknown vessels. We arrive in range of the Starbase. TBS was 1 hour, or as per the chat log last week. Any questions? Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Hunter Matheson: ::helm:: On approach to B-113, Captain. Dvokr chim Hok: :: At operations :: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The base is being attacked by two birds of prey and 5 warbirds, centring on the base's shipyard facility. The base is also returning fire as is the base's star fighters. Dyan Sylvanis: ::At Tactical.:: The station is under attack. I'm reading...2 Birds of Prey and 5 warbirds... Hunter Matheson: Whoa... not good, Captain. Dyan Sylvanis: That's... a lot. Dvokr chim Hok: :: Frowns :: Hunter Matheson: ::checking exit vectors::: Hunter Matheson: ::plotting attack vectors::: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Three other Federation starships are also en route having also picked up the distress call. Hunter Matheson: ::Syl:: Tell me which one you want to target and I'll get you there. Hunter Matheson: ::check, shift, check, shift:: Shifting to attack mode. All the nacelles full power available. Dyan Sylvanis: Those warbirds pose the bigger threat. Hunter Matheson: Yes, ma'am. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Has weapons at the ready.:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The 3 ships; another Excelsior and 2 Constellations are about 10 minutes out. Another ship, also reports that their ETA is about 30-45 minutes. Hunter Matheson: We might not put 'em down, but they'll sure have the fight of their lives. Ready? ::Syl:: Cptn Ja'Lale: I agree. We should target them first. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Nods.:: Ready Hunter Matheson: Think we better let the fighters know we're with them.. ::shifts to high gear::: Hunter Matheson: Moving in on the most damage.... Hang on! Cptn Ja'Lale: I'm sure they know already.. Dyan Sylvanis: Patching fighters in to coordinate attacks. Hunter Matheson: ::dives below the fray, then shifts to pick at 90x angle::: Hunter Matheson: Gonna pull right through the crowd. NOW Dyan Sylvanis: ::Opens up all weapons.:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The station has about a dozen starfighters and one Miranda class ship providing support in addition to the Starbase itself. Dvokr chim Hok: Scanning for weak points in each ship Hunter Matheson: ::pass, roll, shifts out of the formation::: Making another pass through the guts... full power NOW Hunter Matheson: ::Hok:: Tell me where to go, Sir, and I'll get there. Weakest point. Dvokr chim Hok: They have attempted to disable their weapons. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Maintains fire on the weakest warbird, but taking pot shots at others when there is an advantage.:: Dvokr chim Hok: I would suggest targeting whatever point is weakest that could help us. Dyan Sylvanis: On it Hunter Matheson: Yes, sir. :::rolls into another dive through:::: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Some of the warbirds converge on the Challenger and open fire, while the BOPs continue to attack the shipyards. Dvokr chim Hok: We are being targeted. Hunter Matheson: Passing targeting to you, ma'am. ::Syl:: I'll take the nitty gritty pass throughs. Hunter Matheson: ::Hok:: What angle? Dvokr chim Hok: 102 mark 3, 56 mark 126... Hunter Matheson: ::punches it in:: one zero two mark three, five six mark one two six... coming atcha Dyan Sylvanis: ::Fires aft weapons.:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The Challenger hits the weakest warbirds, taking its shields down to 26%. Hunter Matheson: Something's blocking them to target us. Whatever it is, I want one. Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The Excelsior and 2 Constellations drop put of warp and fire at the warbirds. The weakest warbird blows up in a large fireball. Dyan Sylvanis: Friendlies have entered the fight, including the Excelsior. Dvokr chim Hok: Finally. Hunter Matheson: Evasive maneuver.. hold on :::avoids fragments of he warbird as they spin past::: Hunter Matheson: 'Bout time Dyan Sylvanis: ::Coordinates with the other ships to target the next warbird.:: Hunter Matheson: :::deep breath as they come around for another pass::: Dvokr chim Hok: :: shutters in his seat when weapons fire hits Challenger Cptn Ja'Lale: Shields go down to 72% Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The larger ships also break off from their attack to support the warbirds. One of the Constellations takes a direct hit from a torpedo shot and is venting plasma from its port nacelle. Hunter Matheson: Sheesh... Dyan Sylvanis: ::Firing on the next ship.:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Evasives. Hunter Matheson: Evasive maneuvers, aye. Hunter Matheson: Give me a target, El Tee. Dvokr chim Hok: How much longer can we remain in the fight? Cptn Ja'Lale: THat's a good question Mr. Hok. Hunter Matheson: ::mutters something like "when we die"::: Hunter Matheson: ::hearing coordination come through the com::: Hunter Matheson: Moving to the periphery to coordinate the attack... Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: Great job everyone. So our final TBS will be zero. I hope you all can make it for our final sim next week. Cptn Ja'Lale: Any questions? Hunter Matheson: no sir Cptn Ja'Lale: OK, sim dismissed... have a great week everyone.

Cptn Ja'Lale: USS Challenger Mission Brief - 12 Oct 2018: The Challenger sent down a team to rescue miners trapped in a mine on the planet's surface while communications and partial power has been restored to the colony. Computer sensor readings seem to indicate that they were attacked by a D7 type warbird, but it has not been ascertained that the ship is Romulan or Klingon. Sensor readings also seem to be indicating some activity deeper into Federation space suggesting this colony wasn't their only target. TBS was 3 hours and we continue as we look over sensor readings and monitor progress of the rescue operation. Cptn Ja'Lale: Any questions? Hunter Matheson: Yes sir Cptn Ja'Lale: Yes? Hunter Matheson: Is this gonna be death by Romulan ship? Cptn Ja'Lale: Maybe.. Hunter Matheson: I mean because this... Hunter Matheson: right Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Hunter Matheson: ::stationkeeping:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::on the bridge, monitoring the rescue operation:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::At her station.:: Caitlin Townshend: ::splitting her attention among many things: the rescue operation, scanning the surface, scanning the surrounding volume of space …:: Dvokr chim Hok: :: At operations :: Hunter Matheson: ::keeping an eye on the El Tee to see if her expression changes any as she scans:: Hunter Matheson: ::feels a disturbance in the atmo:: Getting a little turbulence from the front going across the operation, Captain. Hunter Matheson: Gonna be bumpy, but otherwise we're good. Cptn Ja'Lale: Feel free to move to a more optimal position if need be Hunter Matheson: Aye, sir. Caitlin Townshend: No signs of any other ships in system yet…. Hunter Matheson: Shifting to higher orbit. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Watching the tactical board.:: Dvokr chim Hok: :: speak to whomever :: Make sure we have a shuttle prepped. Hunter Matheson: ::working the console, checking everything as it goes:: Hunter Matheson: Orbit attained. Going to stationkeeping. We're just above the turbulence, Captain, but it might be a bumpy ride for the shuttle when they deploy. Cptn Ja'Lale: ::nods:: Understood.. Cptn Ja'Lale: Action: The shuttle team is just about ready to deploy. The rescue operation also seems to be going well too. Hunter Matheson: ::deep breath, exhale, cracks his back on the helm chair::: Dvokr chim Hok: Sensors are at maximum Hunter Matheson: (w- syl) You got that thing hot? ::meaning the phasers, torpedoes, you name it::: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Sensors detect a faint trail heading towards a more populated area towards a nearby star base. Caitlin Townshend: Captain, I've found something. Cptn Ja'Lale: What'd you find? Hunter Matheson: ::sudden focus::: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Nods.:: We're still at Yellow. Hunter Matheson: ::nod:: Dvokr chim Hok: Something either at the edge of our sensors or weak signal. Caitlin Townshend: Agreed. I'm trying to clear it up. ::applies several algorithms:: Caitlin Townshend: It looks like a warp trail heading deeper into Federation space. Huh. Cptn Ja'Lale: Hm. Hunter Matheson: ::checks his emergency exit vectors again, then remembers they really can't leave a team behind so plots low atmo entry for rescue, then reconfigures exit vectors from low atmo:: Caitlin Townshend: ::begins taking measurements to attempt trilateration of the warp trail:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Shuttle team is requesting clearance to depart. Hunter Matheson: ::adding the shuttle to his list of presets:: Hunter Matheson: (do we have a jet squadron) Cptn Ja'Lale: (Yes) Hunter Matheson: :::alerts CAG re new vector set:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::Gives clearance to the shuttle team who leave and begins to head to the mines:: Caitlin Townshend: So far all I can determine about the trail is that it's in the direction of the closest starbase, and it could have originated from this system. Dvokr chim Hok: I can't determine what kind of vessel Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: A general distress call is coming from the star base a few light years away, they are under attack. Dvokr chim Hok: Distress call from the starbase... Cptn Ja'Lale: How far away are we? Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Sensors indicate it's two D7 type vessels and five smaller warbirds. Hunter Matheson: ::sets his exit vector according to starbase coords:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Set a course to the star base. Dyan Sylvanis: Shall I go to red alert? Cptn Ja'Lale: (2 minutes) Caitlin Townshend: We're 3.2 light-years Cptn Ja'Lale: Yes, please Cptn Ja'Lale: Best speed to starbase Dyan Sylvanis: ::Brings the ship to red alert.:: Hunter Matheson: Best speed to starbase, aye. Hunter Matheson: Coming about to zero-eight-three mark seven. Engaging at max warp. Hunter Matheson: Hang on. We're at low atmosphere, heading out. Bumpy, yes. Caitlin Townshend: ::feels a little sorry for the teams they're stranding on the surface until another ship can be dispatched:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Feels bad as well, but is compelled to assist the starbase Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: Good job.. TBS will be an hour.. we'll be arriving at the starbase by next week. Any questions? Hunter Matheson: no sir Cptn Ja'Lale: Great job as always.. goodnight Dyan Sylvanis: He really is gonna kill us all.! Hunter Matheson: I figured he would Cptn Ja'Lale: sim dismissed Dyan Sylvanis: lol Hunter Matheson: next time, syl Dyan Sylvanis: night night Dvokr chim Hok: Nighty

Cptn Ja'Lale: USS Challenger - Mission Brief: 5 Oct 2018: The CHallenger is orbiting a colony near the Neutral Zone where they have detected a few dozen life signs trapped in a dilithium mine which sustained heavy damage from an attack by an unknown force. A team is currently being formed to help rescue them from the mine. TBS was 3 hours Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Dyan Sylvanis: ::At Tactical. keeping an eye on the sensors.:: Hunter Matheson: ::drumming his fingers on the helm console::: Hunter Matheson: (w - Syl) Hate this waiting. Wanna be down there, kicking a... well, you know. Dvokr chim Hok: :: Operations :: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Nods in agreement.:: I hear you. Cptn Ja'Lale: Is everything ready for the team to leave? Hunter Matheson: ::checking orbit since they're at low altitude:: Orbit is stable, Captain. Dyan Sylvanis: It appears so. Equipment has already been sent down. Cptn Ja'Lale: Great. ::to Dyan:: Let's get started on the rescue effort. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Gives the go ahead.:: Dvokr chim Hok: Engineering reports read. Cptn Ja'Lale: Good. Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The rescue mission is underway. Cptn Ja'Lale: Pinpoint on the area where the miners are. See if there's any passage ways we can get them out. Or any other means to get them out. Hunter Matheson: :::careful watch on the console and the atmosphere 'cause you never know when something weird will happen in the atmo::: Dvokr chim Hok: Last scan revealed a set of narrow passages, but for the moment they are only allowing limited air flow. Hunter Matheson: ::checks right, then left::: Helm indicates rough high altitude weather on approach. Not bad. Maybe a little bumpy. Hunter Matheson: ::checks again::: Um... yeah. Not bad. Cptn Ja'Lale: Well, that's good I guess. Dyan Sylvanis: I've sent coordinates to the team which is the safest area to begin digging a second shaft. Cptn Ja'Lale: Excellent. Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The Challenger is being hailed by the main settlement. Dvokr chim Hok: Incoming hail. Cptn Ja'Lale: On screen. Cptn Ja'Lale: ::One of the Security teams appears on screen:: +Challenger+ This is Lt. Van Burton. We've managed to restore power to the main computer here in the main settlement. Cptn Ja'Lale: According to sensors, it looks like the colony was attacked by a D7 warbird. Most likely Romulan, but the sensors weren't able to get a positive result before they took the computers out. Hunter Matheson: ::holy sh...::: Dyan Sylvanis: :;Sighs. At least she might have something to work with.:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Van Burton> +Challenger+ Looks like it was a few days ago which corroborates with that the colonists say. Dvokr chim Hok: :: Thinks about a D7 :: Cptn Ja'Lale: Seems to confirm it. Hm. Dvokr chim Hok: :: Scanning the area, even though he's operations :: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Nothing can be found on sensors. They're probably long gone. Dvokr chim Hok: Nothing.. Hunter Matheson: ::puffs out a breath he was holding::: Cptn Ja'Lale: Not surprising. Cptn Ja'Lale: ::trying to think of their next course of action:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Meanwhile, progress is going well for the rescue operations as crews begin to dig a way to the miners Dyan Sylvanis: Digging of the new shaft is going well. Cptn Ja'Lale: Alright. Hunter Matheson: ::turns slightly towards the skipper::: Sir, think they'll have any survivors? Cptn Ja'Lale: I'm pretty sure of it, yes. Dvokr chim Hok: A D7 should have been able to do more damage... think this is trap? Cptn Ja'Lale: ::nods:: I do. They wanted to get our attention. Cptn Ja'Lale: Send a message. Dvokr chim Hok: ::nods Cptn Ja'Lale: It's no secret the Romulans aren't happy about our attempts to construct cloak capable vessels. Hunter Matheson: ::our attention?... hm...he checks the area for hostiles over Syl's shoulder, hoping she doesn't swat him:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Glances up at him.:: Hunter Matheson: ::looks back super quick, innocent shrug::: Hunter Matheson: ::syl:: Anything on the radar? Dyan Sylvanis: ::Smirks as she looks back to her screen.:: Still clear. Hunter Matheson: ::whew:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Good to know. Cptn Ja'Lale: (2 minutes) Hunter Matheson: ::glance over again:: And no sign of cloaking? Hunter Matheson: ::wince:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Action: Sensors do detect recent signs of cloaking, which seem to be heading deeper into Federation space Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: Great job, a little light but I do want to try to wrap up by the end of the month. TBS will be 12 hours, want to make good leeway into the rescue of the miners. Any questions? Cptn Ja'Lale: Great, sim dismissed.. see you next week.

Cptn Ja'Lale: USS Challenger Mission Brief - 28 Sept 2018: The Challenger is orbiting a colony outside the Neutral Zone which was attacked and sustained significant damage. Biosigns have detected faint signs of life in some of the buildings in the main settlements and in a dilithium mine that had collapsed due to the attack. We are currently sending some teams to dig out the miners, and a medical/security team was sent to the city to tend to the people in the main settlement. TBS was none. Any questions.. and yes, we're heading down to dig out the miners. Hunter Matheson: So, sorry but I don't remember if I'm down as security? Dyan Sylvanis: We were all on bridge Cptn Ja'Lale: I believe it was just NPCs but you can be down there if you want. Hunter Matheson: Thx Syl. Dyan Sylvanis: the away teams were npc Cptn Ja'Lale: Yes, that's right Dyan Sylvanis: Cause I think the ship is still on yellow alert Cptn Ja'Lale: Yes, it is Caitlin Townshend: There may be Romulans in them thar hills Cptn Ja'Lale: Possibly. Dyan Sylvanis: We should probably get going. Hunter Matheson: before they die might be a good time Cptn Ja'Lale: Yes.. let's get started. Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Hunter Matheson: ::stationkeeping:: Caitlin Townshend: ::attempting to improve sensor resolution on the mine scans to help the AT:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::On the bridge, at TAC. Keeping a close eye on sensors.:: Dvokr chim Hok: Yellow Cptn Ja'Lale: How far down the mine are we, and can we beam them out? Caitlin Townshend: At this range? Not a chance. Cptn Ja'Lale: I thought as much. Any ideas how to get them out? Caitlin Townshend: If the away team can open up access to the trapped miners and set up transport enhancers, they might not have to carry the miners entirely out of the mine. Hunter Matheson: Skipper, I can drop altitude to get closer. Dicey, but I've done it before. Hunter Matheson: Or that Cptn Ja'Lale: That works. Caitlin Townshend: Bringing us closer would probably help once we're ready. Dvokr chim Hok: How were they trapped? Dyan Sylvanis: Would it be feasible to use a lower powered phaser to create a second shaft? Caitlin Townshend: ::Hok:: Traces of weapons fire consistent with orbital assault … if anything, it looks like whoever attacked deliberately tried to seal those shafts. Cptn Ja'Lale: Bring us down as close as safely possible, That should help. Caitlin Townshend: ::considers Sylvanis' suggestion:: I'd be concerned that tremors from doing that in orbit could collapse the caverns where the miners are currently holed up. Cptn Ja'Lale: ::to Hunter:: Hunter Matheson: Aye, sir. Dropping to low orbit. Caitlin Townshend: The away team could take phaser artillery though and do it from the surface. Very. Carefully. Hunter Matheson: :::steady as she goes::: Hunter Matheson: Low orbit achieved. Geosynch orbit over the mine. ::checks a few things::: Going to stationkeeping. Hunter Matheson: ::itching to kick the #### outta those b..tards::: Cptn Ja'Lale: Okay, great. Prep a shuttle to head down to the mines to carry all the supplies we need. Hunter Matheson: We have any idea who did this, Captain? Cptn Ja'Lale: Right now, it looks like the Romulans but they'd be the first to deny it knowing them. We'd need some substantial evidence to prove it was them without a doubt. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Nods.:: I'll send word to the quartermaster and have the equipment sent down. Caitlin Townshend: I can't make heads or tails of weapons signatures from here. Hopefully the AT survey turns something up. I'll keep trying. Caitlin Townshend: ::considers how she could cut through the interference:: (q) I wish I hadn't fallen asleep so much in my fractal heuristics class. Hunter Matheson: ::drums his fingers on the console, knee bouncing, waiting to hear something... anything... from below::Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Partial power was restored to the main settlement with communication equipment brought from the ship restoring their comms. Dyan Sylvanis: Getting a message that comms are being restored in the colony Cptn Ja'Lale: Base> +Challenger+ This is Lt. Hammond here. We've restored communications and partial power to the colony. We're currently treating about 30 colonists. General consensus seems to indicate they were taken by surprise from the attack probably from space. Seems to be consistent to disruptor fire. Caitlin Townshend: ::listens to the message:: Hmm Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: Great work everyone... our TBS will be 30 minutes. We're loading a shuttle to be sent to the surface to help extract the trapped miners. The shuttle will be ready to launch by the start of the sim.

Cptn Ja'Lale: USS Challenger Mission Brief - 21 Sep 2018: The Challenger has been recalled from its mission in the Arcadian system to investigate an attack on a Federation colony on the outskirts of the Romulan Neutral Zone. Challenger is now approaching this system, via the magic of television. TBS was.. what did I say, 12 hours? Or whatever it was. Any questions? Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Hunter Matheson: ::helm:: Dyan Sylvanis: :;At tactical.:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Take us out of warp, please. Hunter Matheson: Dropping from warp, aye. ::puts on the brakes:: Dvokr chim Hok: :: Sitting at Ops :: Caitlin Townshend: ::has tasked her underlings to come up with any enhancements they can to sensors to help with analyzing the colony and possibly detecting those pesky cloaked ships:: Hunter Matheson: ::all the pretty streaks are gone and the planets are a little more clear:: Cptn Ja'Lale: The colony is on a small moon orbiting the 6th planet of this system. There's a fairly large dilithium mine here, which is where I would suspect most damage occurred. Hunter Matheson: Zeroing in on the 6th planet. Changing course. Caitlin Townshend: I'm not detecting any recent warp trails. Hunter Matheson: ::blows out a sigh of relief::: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::nods:: That's good to hear Dyan Sylvanis: ::Keeping an eye on the sensors.:: Dvokr chim Hok: No communication from the system... Hunter Matheson: Approaching the 6th planet. Cptn Ja'Lale: Initiate a geosynchronous orbit around that moon. Caitlin Townshend: Scanning the surface now. Cptn Ja'Lale: Scan for life signs on the colony, as well. Hunter Matheson: Initiating geo-synch orbit around the moon, aye. Dyan Sylvanis: Still nothing on sensors as far as hostiles go. Hunter Matheson: ::taps out the order, half hoping there aren't any bodies:: Caitlin Townshend: Scanning for life signs too, sir. Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: There are some faint signs of life in some of the buildings - there is major damage in the mining operation as well at a farming area as well. Dvokr chim Hok: :: taps :: Sensors show limited signs of light at some of the facilities. Caitlin Townshend: Definitely an attack. Hunter Matheson: ::mutters something he shouldn't about Romulans:: Hunter Matheson: Close in orbit, Captain? Cptn Ja'Lale: ::nods:: Yes, please. Caitlin Townshend: I'm having trouble isolating weapons signatures, but the pattern is consistent with an orbital assault. Hunter Matheson: Aye, sir. Moving to close-in orbit. ::takes her down:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Nods in agreement.:: Chances are they didn't even know until it was too late. Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: There doesn't seem to be any electricity coming from the surface. Comms and computer banks seemed to have heavily targeted Cptn Ja'Lale: I'd say that's a fair assessment Dvokr chim Hok: No other vessels in the vicinity, that we can detect. Hunter Matheson: Holding position, low orbit, over the colony. Hunter Matheson: ::any lower and she'd become scrap on the ground:: Caitlin Townshend: Looks like whoever did this hit their technological infrastructure fairly hard. Hunter Matheson: Going to stationkeeping. Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Other than the main buildings in the mining colony, the enemy fire also was concentrated on the dilithium mines themselves. Caitlin Townshend: I'm not picking up generator signatures. The few lifesigns I'm detecting are weak, mostly clustered in some surviving farm buildings. Cptn Ja'Lale: ::Nods:: I See. Let's try to classify all the life signs we can detect... we'll need to boost sensors to try to scan into the mines Dyan Sylvanis: Shall I have a security and medical team ready to send down? Cptn Ja'Lale: ::Nods:: Yes, please. Concentrate around the main settlement. Caitlin Townshend: Beginning mine scans now. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Nods, as she sends word to have a team formed.:: Dvokr chim Hok: Looking for a suitable landing site, if we choose to get closer. Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Initial scans indicate at least two dozen life signs in the mines though it is difficult to scan deeper into the mines. Dyan Sylvanis: A team has been assembled. Awaiting transport. Caitlin Townshend: I can't penetrate too deeply into the mines. The weapons fire has ionized the surface layer of dilithium; there is a lot of interference. Caitlin Townshend: I've got about two dozen life signs in the mine, humanoid. Dvokr chim Hok: I have alerted medical. Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The mines have suffered considerable damage and have trapped the miners, about 50 metres deep into the surface. Dvokr chim Hok: We may need additional methods of retrieving those trapped. Hunter Matheson: ::itching to go down cause he's TCCC qualified:: Dyan Sylvanis: The team is ready. Shall we beam them down? Cptn Ja'Lale: Work with whomever you can to get whatever supplies or assistance you can. And yes ::to Dyan:: If your team is ready, then please beam them down. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Lowers shields to allow beaming. Once the team is away, shields are brought back up.:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Medical & security teams beam down to the surface, and begin to tend to the wounded there. Caitlin Townshend: I've got the lifesigns isolated to 3 connected caverns about 50 metres below the surface, but I can't see any open shafts. Cptn Ja'Lale: Hm, so we'll need to think of a way to get them out. ::rubs chin:: Dvokr chim Hok: They must have collapsed.. we need to determine....who did this. Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: Good job everyone. We'll pick up from there next week..

Cptn Ja'Lale: Challenger mission brief - we are in orbit around the mining planet Motherlode where we will be checking in on the miners there. An away party is to be sent to the surface. TBS was 15 minutes. Questions? Hunter Matheson: yes Cptn Ja'Lale: Yes? Hunter Matheson: where was I the last time I was here? Hunter Matheson: on planet or in orbit? Cptn Ja'Lale: On the bridge probably. We're in orbit and have not beamed to the planet yet Hunter Matheson: thanks Cptn Ja'Lale: Sure. Cptn Ja'Lale: As by other questions? Cptn Ja'Lale: Any other Cptn Ja'Lale: Begin sim Caitlin Townshend: ((What do they mine?)) Hunter Matheson: ::doing the helm thing::: Cptn Ja'Lale: (assortment of metals and minerals) Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION : CHALLENGER IS HAILED BY STARFLEET, URGENT PRIORITY. Hunter Matheson: ::hears the alert ping and thinks.. great... here we go again:: Hunter Matheson: ::spitball at Hok:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Looks back, saying what everyone might be thinking.:: Uh oh. Dvokr chim Hok: (Is that me that answers that or tactical?) Cptn Ja'Lale: ::heard the hail:: Err, on screen. (it's you) Hunter Matheson: (w) same here Caitlin Townshend: ::conducting routine scans of the planet:: Dvokr chim Hok: :: The incoming hail is onscreen :: Hunter Matheson: ::so does not want to look up:: Cptn Ja'Lale: SF) +Challenger +. ::a stoic looking admiral appears j in screen:: Hunter Matheson: (w to syl) Doesn't look good. Cptn Ja'Lale: I'm afraid you'll have to cut this mission short.. I ll get to the point. One of our colonies was attacked near the Romulan Neutral Zone. We think it's the Rommies but we want you to head over there to investigate. Hunter Matheson: ::straightens up:: Cptn Ja'Lale: I'm sending you the coordinates. ::Sends them to helm:: This is urgent so please make sure you get r there in best speed possible. Cptn Ja'Lale: Starfleet out. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Shakes head:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::the comm is cut:: Hunter Matheson: ::checks his console:: Got the coordinates. Head 'em up, move 'em out, sir? Dyan Sylvanis: So much from going back and doing more swimming when this was done. Hunter Matheson: Yeh. I hear ya. Dvokr chim Hok: Should we let our friends know? Cptn Ja'Lale: Yes please. Make best course to the NZ. Please inform the Arcadians, another ship will take our place Caitlin Townshend: Interesting. Hunter Matheson: Aye, sir. Coordinates set in. Moving out. ::engages for a turn, then punches it::: Dvokr chim Hok: :: Lets the planet contacts below that the Challenger is leaving :: Hunter Matheson: Break the speed limit, Captain? Cptn Ja'Lale: ::reading information attack :: once we're out of Arcadian space, warp 8 Dyan Sylvanis: Shall we go to yellow alert? Hunter Matheson: Warp 8 aye. Engaging. Cptn Ja'Lale: Yed Cptn Ja'Lale: Yes Dyan Sylvanis: ::Activates Yellow Alert.:: Dvokr chim Hok: :: The warp effect appears on screen, you know, the one from the new movies that Hok prefers :: Hunter Matheson: ::Syl:: How far to the NZ? Hunter Matheson: I mean, I could figure that out myself, but it's more fun to watch you do your thing. Hunter Matheson: ::smirk:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::grins.:: 3 hours. Hunter Matheson: ::sighs:: Dvokr chim Hok: :: Watching the power levels :: Cptn Ja'Lale: It seems that the attack was recent,, about a day or two ago. No witnesses left as far as we know . Hunter Matheson: So... maybe we should look for debris or ships there that shouldn't be there? Cptn Ja'Lale: I agree. Good place to start Caitlin Townshend: Already reconfiguring long-range scanners to give us as much advance warning as possible Cptn Ja'Lale: Great Hunter Matheson: ::has this weird feeling that they're gonna run into a Romulan fleet:: Dvokr chim Hok: Any Romulan vessels on sensors? Caitlin Townshend: So far the system is clear. Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION none on sensors Dvokr chim Hok: Not like them... Caitlin Townshend: Romulan vessels have cloaking devices too, right? Cptn Ja'Lale: Yes Dyan Sylvanis: Unfortunately Caitlin Townshend: So they could be hiding Cptn Ja'Lale: Pause sim Cptn Ja'Lale: Pause Cptn Ja'Lale: Great job.. We'll pick up there next week Cptn Ja'Lale: Have a great weekend Hunter Matheson: you too cap Hunter Matheson: night Dvokr chim Hok: Night Cptn Ja'Lale: Sim dismissed... Goodnight

Cptn Ja'Lale: USS Challenger Mission Brief: The away team has concluded their tour of the Arcadian home world and are now returning back to the Challenger to conduct some surveys of the system and help the Arcadians set up some trade routes with the Federation. TBS was 15 minutes. Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM John Randall: ::in his office in engineering looking over reports:: Hunter Matheson: ::even with a clean uniform he smells residual evidence of kelp and fish::: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::on the bridge, reading his PADD:: Hunter Matheson: ::wondering if he will ever get rid of it as he sets up helm for whatever they're going to do::: Hunter Matheson: ::and hoping it's not under sea somewhere...:::shudders:: Dvokr chim Hok: :: At operations on the bridge :: John Randall: ::finishes reading and arises from his desk, goes out into engineering and surveys the crew:: Cptn Ja'Lale: There's also a mining planet in this system -- Motherlode. They're not aligned with the Federation though we are one of their major trading partners. Hunter Matheson: ::checks the mission info, then mutters:: Right. System survey and trade routes. ::finger snap:: got it. John Randall: ::spots Michaels and walks over to him:: How's it going, Jeff? Hunter Matheson: ::tucks away the mission parameters and checks once more:: Helm reports ready, Captain. Cptn Ja'Lale: Ok, take us out - quarter impulse. Hunter Matheson: One quarter impulse aye. Exiting orbit. :::engines take hold and they move away:: John Randall: Michaels> ::turns to face John:: Hey, Chief. Seems to be business as usual so far. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Steps onto the bridge, also in a fresh outfit after a relaxing shower. She walks by Kal before taking her seat.:: Hunter Matheson: Do we have coordinates, Captain? Hunter Matheson: ::sniff::::glance to Syl:: Cptn Ja'Lale: If what I read about Motherlode is true, that's where the Harvey Mudd tried to sell some kind of a love potion to the miners. I say this because Starfleet wants us to check in on them as well, so please set a course to Motherlode. Hunter Matheson: ::whatever that is, it sure ain't fish::: John Randall: ::hears a slight increase in the whine of the engines:: I think we just got underway to wherever we're going next. Let's head over to the pool table, hmm? Hunter Matheson: Motherlode, aye. Checking coordinates. Set in. Course changed to Motherlode. Hunter Matheson: Still at one quarter impulse. Cptn Ja'Lale: ::nods:: Very good. It's close by, so we won't need to jump to warp on this one. Just a few planets over. John Randall: Michaels> Aye, sir. ::laughs as he dodges a mock punch from Randall, and they make their way to the main console:: Hunter Matheson: Aye, sir. Steady as she goes. Dyan Sylvanis: Love potion? ::Tries not to laugh.:: Hunter Matheson: ::blinkblink::: Dyan Sylvanis: I have heard about Mudd though. They still have a list of people to watch out for. He is towards the top. Hunter Matheson: ::hard swallow as he forces himself to focus on helm:: John Randall: ::the two men find stations at the console and they begin checking systems:: Dvokr chim Hok: :: Thinking about the food :: Cptn Ja'Lale: Yes, love potion. ::reading up on the logs regarding that mission:: Mr. Spock fell in love with Nurse Chapel.. Hunter Matheson: ::general comment:: Good to know. Cptn Ja'Lale: Yes, he is still one of the Federation's most wanted. But, I don't know if they'll ever find him. John Randall: ::pulls up the mission statement at his console and sees that the Challenger is on its way to a nearby planet called Motherlode, which makes him raise his eyebrows:: Dyan Sylvanis: If we are lucky, maybe he is dead. Hunter Matheson: ::blinkturn::: Why would that make us lucky, ma'am? Dyan Sylvanis: Because I've heard things turn out badly if you end up catching him. John Randall: Michaels> ::noticing the change in expression on his CO's face:: Something interesting, Chief? Cptn Ja'Lale: I heard the same as well. Just ask Captain Kirk. Hunter Matheson: Um... gotcha. Had a team go out for him once. It didn't work. They came back smelling like roses... literally. So.. yeah. Best we stay away. John Randall: ::turns to him:: Who would name a planet Motherlode? Hunter Matheson: Approaching coordinates, Captain. John Randall: Michaels> ::raises his eyebrows and smiles:: You're joking, right? Hunter Matheson: ::turns to Hok:: Anything on the bandwidth, Sir? John Randall: ::shakes his head:: Dead serious, Jeff. Cptn Ja'Lale: Drop speed, please. Hunter Matheson: Dropping to one quarter impulse, aye. John Randall: Michaels> ::smile slowly disappears as he realizes John is truly serious:: Wow. Well, I guess with a planetary name like that, this is one time we DON'T need to 'hit the motherlode', eh, sir? ::grins:: Dvokr chim Hok: :: Taps :: Hunter Matheson: Standard orbit, Captain? Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Motherlode, if you don't remember/didn't see the episode on TAS is a non-aligned mining planet filled with various species mining various heavy metals and other minerals. Cptn Ja'Lale: Yes, please. Hunter Matheson: Standard orbit, aye. ::slowly settles it into orbit::: John Randall: ::groans loudly and drops his head into his arms:: I'm gonna write you up for that, you sick, twisted dude. ::groans again as everyone at the console is laughing:: Hunter Matheson: Orbit achieved. Going to stationkeeping. Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Challenger is being hailed by the planet. Dvokr chim Hok: Incoming hail Cptn Ja'Lale: On screen.. John Randall: ::lifts his head and mock-glares at Michaels:: Take over, Lieutenant, I'm gonna go get some aspirin. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Checking her screen.:: Hunter Matheson: ::flip, flip, flips the console into stationkeeping and begins standard procedure::: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: A gruff looking middle aged man appears on screen.. Man> Can I help you? What do you want, are you here to collect your iron ore shipment? John Randall: Michaels> Aye, sir. ::Randall groans again as he gets up, shakes his head and heads for his office:: Hunter Matheson: ::relaxes back in the chair, hands on his thighs, checking out the dude on the screen::: Dvokr chim Hok: :: Looks at the captain :: Cptn Ja'Lale: Err, no. We're here to check in and see how you're doing. Man>. ::looking a bit annoyed:: Well, we're doing fine. If that's all you wanted, then good day. I'm a busy man and don't have time to talk. Cptn Ja'Lale: ::the comm goes blank:: Hunter Matheson: ::leaning toward Syl:: (w) We're squawking SF. You'd think they know that. Hunter Matheson: Huh. Nice guy. Dvokr chim Hok: They called us. Hunter Matheson: ::nods affirm to Hok::: Cptn Ja'Lale: Hmm. Well, at least they don't oppose our presence here.. they probably wondered what we were doing here. Hunter Matheson: Think they've been here too long, Captain? Dyan Sylvanis: Think they would get mad if we looked around? Cptn Ja'Lale: ::nods:: Yes, I do. But from what I've heard from them, they don't recognize Federation law. I seem to recall they weren't to friendly with the Enterprise crew when they visited the planet. Makes me wonder if they don't get off the planet at all or perhaps visit Arcadia for some R&R. The Arcadians didn't mention anything about that and I didn't think to ask. Cptn Ja'Lale: Maybe not, as long as we don't interfere with their mining operations. Hunter Matheson: ::nods::: Um... after a while you get kinda weird. Hunter Matheson: Maybe we should have brought an Arcadian with us, sir. Cptn Ja'Lale: I don't even know if they have relations with the Arcadians. Cptn Ja'Lale: Though it would explain where they got all the metal for their buildings from. Dvokr chim Hok: :: Listening :: Cptn Ja'Lale: Alright, so who's up for an exploration mission on Motherlode? We'll look around and check out their mining then send our reports back to HQ. Dyan Sylvanis: Sounds like fun. Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: Lost track of time here, next week we'll get ready to beam down to the surface of Motherlode. Cptn Ja'Lale: TBS will be an hour. Any questions? Cptn Ja'Lale: OK, sim dismissed.. Have a great long weekend. See you next week

Cptn Ja'Lale: USS Challenger Mission Brief - 24 Aug 2018: The away team is returning back to the Challenger after meeting and dining with the Arcadian representatives. They are now going to assist the Arcadians in scouting out new trade routes and travel areas to other points of the Federation within their system. The meetings with them were good, and will note that to Starfleet in consideration of their membership in the Federation. Cptn Ja'Lale: TBS was 15 minutes. Any questions? Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM John Randall: ::waiting to be transported with the rest of the AT:: Hunter Matheson: ::ditto:: Dvokr chim Hok: :: Wondering if there would be any after effects from the food :: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::depends on your constitution:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::Stands with the rest of the team:: Are we all here? John Randall: ::makes note to self to lay off seafood for a while:: Hunter Matheson: ::burp:: Hunter Matheson: ::cough:: John Randall: ::Ja'Lale:: Looks like it, sir. Cptn Ja'Lale: +Challenger+ Five to beam up. Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The away team has been beamed back to the ship Hunter Matheson: ::materializes about 10 lbs heavier than when they left and not feeling good about it:: John Randall: ::descends from the pad, goes through the door and approaches the TL:: Dvokr chim Hok: That was sure some interesting food, wouldn't you say? Cptn Ja'Lale: I liked it. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Seems sad.:: I wanted to do more swimming. John Randall: ::a car arrives and he steps in:: Deck 3. Hunter Matheson: ::steps down:: Interesting, yeah. Hunter Matheson: ::syl:: Would have been nice. Cptn Ja'Lale: Maybe we'll come back John Randall: ::the lift takes him to deck 3 and he steps out of the car; goes down the corridor to his cabin and enters, nodding greetings to crewpersons along the way:: Hunter Matheson: ::thinking he should keep his mouth shut:: Hunter Matheson: So, Captain? Cptn Ja'Lale: Yes? John Randall: ::heads for the bedroom and strips off his uniform, which, frankly, smells of fish:: Hunter Matheson: Is there a meeting or something with these people, or are we gonna chill? John Randall: ::after peeling off his uniform, goes into the head to take a much anticipated shower:: Hunter Matheson: ::shuffles toward the lift and holds the door open for the others::: Cptn Ja'Lale: We'll help them chart out the area and send them our finding. But, I don't think we'll meet with them for some time. Hunter Matheson: ::relaxes:: Hunter Matheson: ::leaning against the lift as it moves::: Hunter Matheson: ::syl:: Remind me next time to not eat so much. Dyan Sylvanis: :;Grins.:: I already told you not to go back for seconds, but you wouldn't listen to me. Hunter Matheson: ::and another sigh:: Yes, ma'am. Next time hit me, please? Cptn Ja'Lale: ::heads to his quarters to change uniforms:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Smiles.:: I'll take you up on that. Hunter Matheson: ::steps out of the lift before the doors close:: Thanks. ::wave to Syl and Hok:: Dvokr chim Hok: :: Heads to his quarters :: Hunter Matheson: ::enters quarters and zones out on the bunk::: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Heads to her own bunk.:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::heads back up to the bridge:: Hunter Matheson: ::hoping that the skipper doesn't need him at helm::: John Randall: ::finishes his shower and steps out; towels himself dry and goes back to the bedroom to don a new uniform:: Hunter Matheson: :::and he's enjoying the peace and quiet until his bunkmate comes in with a bucket of ice water, and::: Aaaahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!! Dyan Sylvanis: ::Taking her own relaxing shower before she has to get ready to go back on duty.:: John Randall: ::puts on uniform and goes to the computer terminal; pulls up the engineering report from Michaels and reads:: Hunter Matheson: ::::spitting expletives you don't want to hear while he attacks his bunkmate with a few other things, like after shave and shaving cream::: Dvokr chim Hok: :: Gets a drink of something...something warm :: Hunter Matheson: :::and when it's all done they live in a disaster area::: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::looking at a PADD with the Arcadian system mapped out:: Hunter Matheson: ::sitting on the floor, leaning against the bottom bunk, arms draped over what used to be a bunk::: So. Dale. Dvokr chim Hok: :: Finishes and heads out :: Hunter Matheson: Dale> Yeah? Hunter Matheson: We gotta clean up this mess, bro. Hunter Matheson: Dale> Pffftttt... Hunter Matheson: So, you'd rather have Captain's Mast? Hunter Matheson: Dale> ::snort::: Hunter Matheson: Gees... Louise... Hunter Matheson: ::head leaning against the bottom bunk, he prays *please no GQ, please no GQ, please no GQ*::: Dvokr chim Hok: :: Enters engineering for no reason :: Hunter Matheson: ::hits his badge hoping its not ruined::: Matheson to engineering. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Finishes up her shower and sets on getting changed into a new suit.:: Dvokr chim Hok: :: Seeing no one is answering :: +Matheson+ Hok here. Hunter Matheson: +com+ I don't suppose you have a magic bunk room cleaner upper down there? Dvokr chim Hok: +Matheson+ I don't...know? Dvokr chim Hok: +Matheson+ Why...? Hunter Matheson: +com+ Well, sir, someone came in and trashed our quarters. Need to get it cleaned up before the major takes inspection to a higher level. Hunter Matheson: +com+ You got anything down there, sir? Cptn Ja'Lale: (2 minutes) Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: We'll pick up about an hour later, when we'll be ready to depart.

Cptn Ja'Lale: USS Challenger Mission Brief - 17 Aug 2018: The away team are currently enjoying a banquet at the Arcadian homeworld after enjoying a tour of their administrative complex with the pacifistic Arcadian race. TBS was none. Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Hunter Matheson: ::he hovers over the table, checking out the banquet and wondering about some of it:: John Randall: ::waiting in line for his turn:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Also looking over the spread.:: Hmm... Hunter Matheson: Any idea about what some of this is? Seaweed I get. Fish I get. The rest...? Dvokr chim Hok: :: Looking over the food :: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: There's an assortment of exotic looking fish, shellfish and what looks like seaweed and kelp, as well as generous helping of plankton Hunter Matheson: ::poking a jelly that has little things in it::: Plankton? Hunter Matheson: Looks like Jello. John Randall: ::loads a plate with fish and what looks like clams and finds a place to sit where he is mostly by himself:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Laughs.:: It should be too bad. I mean we have eaten Klingon food. ::Starts putting stuff on a plate.:: Cptn Ja'Lale: It looks good. Dyan Sylvanis: *shouldn't Hunter Matheson: ::pokepoke:: Um... .right. ::takes a serving:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::grabs some plankton and seaweed and some fish:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Firim'Ja> The plankton is fresh and in season this time of cycle. Hunter Matheson: I mean, in SERE training makes ya grab a lot of stuff, but we usually know what we're getting 'cause we get it ourselves.... hm.... ::looks up to Ja:: Sounds good. Dvokr chim Hok: :: Gets a bit of everything :: Hunter Matheson: ::finished and looking for a table:: John Randall: ::thinks to himself, "This isn't really a clam, but it's close enough'; enjoys his meal:: Hunter Matheson: ::the plankton jelly wiggles and bounces as he walks so he balances his plate hoping the jelly won't fly off:: Hunter Matheson: ::slips in next to Syl:: Lookin' good. Cptn Ja'Lale: Firim'Ja>. I hope you will all enjoy our local culinary delicacies. We Arcadians mostly consume plankton, but we noted off worlders seem to have a fondness of the fish and crustaceans we have. Hunter Matheson: ::looks up to Ja with a mouthful and nods::: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Mostly filled her plate with what looked similar to sushi. She nods.:: It certainly looks fresh. John Randall: ::gives a thumbs-up to the Arcadian leader and continues eating:: Hunter Matheson: It's great. Hunter Matheson: Maybe I'm part fish? Cptn Ja'Lale: Firim'Ja>. We are glad you enjoy it. Hunter Matheson: ::pokes the jelly again, then tastes - or maybe slurps is a better word:: Dyan Sylvanis: We could always have you tested.:: Smirks as she takes a bite.:: Hunter Matheson: Only if you test me, k? Hunter Matheson: ::smirk:: John Randall: ::finishes his meal, stifles a belch, and disposes of his plate; goes back to his seat and watches the away team:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Ja'Lale> Thank you, Firim'Ja. We are also confident we can help set up optimal shipping routes between our worlds. We don't have to make it too big, but enough so that decent commerce can exist. If your people need anything in particular, we can send a request to have it sent as a priority. Hunter Matheson: Heh. Kind of like eating sushi, only more and better. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Grins.:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Firim'Ja> Indeed, we'll send a request to our settlements and provide you a list. I am hopeful this shipping route will benefit relations between us and the Federation. John Randall: ::notices while he's sitting that most of the Arcadians are giving him a wide berth; thinks to himself, 'Hope I'm not doing anything to offend them.':: Dvokr chim Hok: :: Eats :: Hunter Matheson: ::spots Randall and waves him over:: John Randall: ::sees Matheson wave from a table across the room and walks over to join him:: Hunter Matheson: :scoots over and pulls up a chair for him:: Hey, sir. You're done already? Dyan Sylvanis: ::Quietly eating, but smiles when John joins them.:: Hunter Matheson: Pretty good stuff. ::nibbles on a fish:: John Randall: ::sits down as he nods thanks, and emits a slight groan, patting his stomach:: Don't worry, Sergeant, I'm not leaving here hungry. ::smiles and nods to Dyan:: Hunter Matheson: ::chuckles:: Sounds like, sir. John Randall: ::eyes Matheson's plate and shakes his head:: What in the name of space are you eating, Sergeant? Hunter Matheson: ::turns it over for inspection:: Looks like some kind of fish. And if you know what it is, sir, I don't wanna know. Sometimes it's better that way. ::grin:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Stifles a giggle.:: John Randall: ::grins as well:: I don't know either, Sergeant, and don't worry, I won't ask. You seem to be enjoying it, though. Hunter Matheson: Yes, sir. It's da... uh... it's good. Hunter Matheson: ::trying to mind his manners:: John Randall: ::grins again and nods:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::discussing the logistics of the shipping routes with Firim'Ja:: John Randall: ::looks over to Dyan:: How is your meal, Lieutenant? Hunter Matheson: ::searching for Hok:: Dyan Sylvanis: It's really good. Very sushi like. John Randall: ::looks at the content on her plate and nods:: It does look like sushi. I must've missed that at the table. Hunter Matheson: ::figures it's okay to pick fish bones from his teeth with his fingers cause that's what the Arcadians are doing::: John Randall: The captain seems to be enjoying the meal tremendously. ::watching Ja'Lale:: Hunter Matheson: Well, he is a turtle. Sort of. Cptn Ja'Lale: ::mostly eating the plankton and small shrimp:: John Randall: That is true. ::smiles:: Hunter Matheson: ::spots something wiggling on his plate, figures it's still alive, so he doesn't eat it::: Hunter Matheson: Uh... I think I'm full. John Randall: ::lowers his voice:: I figure if they had had something here resembling frogs' legs, the captain would be in culinary heaven. Hunter Matheson: Maybe that's why he's kind of grinning. Hunter Matheson: ::leans back, ate too much:: John Randall: Maybe he did find some. ::Smiles:: Cptn Ja'Lale: (5 minutes) Dyan Sylvanis: ::Finishes eating and sits back in her seat.:: That was good. Maybe they have some desserts too. :;Smiles.:: John Randall: ::groans:: Think I'll skip the dessert. Hunter Matheson: ::looking around:: Hey, did anyone see Hok? Can't find him. Think he got lost? Cptn Ja'Lale: Firim'Ja> ::looks at the crew gathered:: It looks as if you all have had your fill. Feel free to rest for some time. Hunter Matheson: Yeah, I'm skipping it, too. John Randall: ::looking around:: I haven't seen him in a while myself. Cptn Ja'Lale: F> We'll recommence in an hour. John Randall: Don't know if Tellarites are seafood fans or not. Hunter Matheson: ::shrug:: Maybe not. Dvokr chim Hok: :: nods :: Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Hunter Matheson: done John Randall: ::paused:: John Randall: Sorry I've been gone for a while, had some life issues come up Cptn Ja'Lale: Great work everyone. Our TBS will be 2 hours, when we'll be ready to return back to the ship and begin to explore the rest of the system. Any questions? Cptn Ja'Lale: No worries, we're glad you're back Cptn Ja'Lale: If nothing else, sim dismissed.. see you next week.

Cptn Ja'Lale: USS Challenger Mission Brief - 10 Aug 2018: The away team are in the Arcadian Homeworld about to have a banquet in their honour. The team has arrived at the Administrative Centre where the banquet will be held. TBS was 15 minutes. Any questions? Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Hunter Matheson: ::checking out the center:: Dvokr chim Hok: :: Wonders how hungry he is :: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Looking around the room.:: Hunter Matheson: ::Hok, lowly:: So does your species eat this stuff? Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Before the feast, the crew are being given a tour around the facility. Hunter Matheson: ::food smells strange but the place is pretty cool:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Architecture resembles a cool modern look mixed with the natural walls of the caves they are in. Dvokr chim Hok: :: Looking all around :: Impressive. Hunter Matheson: Yeah. But I'm wondering how they built this place... you know.. under water? Hunter Matheson: Think it's natural? ::touches the wall::: Feels like it. Dyan Sylvanis: Very carefully. :;Smirks.:: Hunter Matheson: ::crooked grin at Syl::: Right... besides that. Hunter Matheson: ::knocks:: Sounds like a cave. ::tour guide:: was this place built or was it just here? Cptn Ja'Lale: Firim'Ja>. It was built a few decades ago. Hunter Matheson: so how did you get down here to make it? Cptn Ja'Lale: Firim'Ja> We used submersibles for most of the construction of this base. However, most of our buildings are either built in the service or within normal diving limits for our species. Hunter Matheson: :::pursing his lips:: Man.. not exactly easy. Cptn Ja'Lale: Firm'Ja> Indeed, it did take us several years to build. But, we are proud of the construction of this place. Hunter Matheson: ::nodding:: Yeah, it is pretty cool. Dyan Sylvanis: Someone has an architect hobby. ::Grins.:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Firim'Ja>. Thank you. From here, we oversee the needs of this region and conduct all of our outer space operations, as well as relaying with other administrative areas throughout the planet. Hunter Matheson: Yeah. Some hobby. ::shakes his head as he continues to look:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: They are shown around a large operations complex Hunter Matheson: ::checking it out:: Dyan Sylvanis: Wow. Impressive. Hunter Matheson: ::not just looking around, checks the consoles to see what they're monitoring and spots Challenger:: Hunter Matheson: (w) They got eyes on us. Hunter Matheson: (w) but we got eyes on them, too. ::playful wink:: Dyan Sylvanis: (w) Well we are guests. They don't want anything to happen on their watch. Cptn Ja'Lale: Firim'Ja> The complex is small compared to what I've seen in other Federation worlds, but it serves our needs well enough. Now, it is almost time for the banquet. IF you'll follow us back to the main hall. Cptn Ja'Lale: (2 minutes) Hunter Matheson: ::perks up:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Sounds good. Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The group is led back to the main hall in the other end of the administrative complex Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: We'll continue from there next week, so no TBS. Any questions? Cptn Ja'Lale: If not, then sim dismissed... see you next week. Goodnight!

Cptn Ja'Lale: USS Challenger Mission Brief - 27 July 2018: The away team is on the surface of the Arcadian homeworld, being shown around by their hosts the pacifistic Arcadian race. The team suiting up in their diving gear to travel to the administrative center of the city which is only accessible by swimming a small section of open water. It is safe for humans to dive due to a protective force-field shielding the crew from the crushing pressure of the sea above. TBS was 15 minutes or thereabouts. Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Hunter Matheson: ::suiting up:: Caitlin Townshend: ::finishes pulling on her diving gear:: Been a while since I used some of this. Cptn Ja'Lale: ::waiting for the crew to finish suiting up, since he doesn't require a diving suit, chatting with the Arcadians:: Hunter Matheson: Heh. Part of my life. ::zip, snap, secure, grabs the rebreather helm:: Dyan Sylvanis: :;Already enjoying the water, waiting on everyone else.:: Hunter Matheson: ::tests it out, nods and slips into the water:: Hunter Matheson: ::thumbs up:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Firim'Ja> Are you all ready? Dyan Sylvanis: :;Splashes Kal, then dives to avoid retribution.:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Looks like. Let's go. Hunter Matheson: ::eyeroll:: Hunter Matheson: *com check* Dyan Sylvanis: ::Makes an awkward grin with her rebreather on.:: Dvokr chim Hok: This feels so odd... and a bit disturbing Caitlin Townshend: ::in the water:: Ready Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The team enters the water, which is a nice and clear turquoise about maybe 40-50 metres deep. There's a lot of brightly coloured coral, fish, crustaceans, and other creatures swimming about... and lots of plankton if anyone has their tricorder out. Hunter Matheson: :::grin at Syl with a look of watchit sister:: Hunter Matheson: ::didn't think tricorders worked in water:: Cptn Ja'Lale: (maybe they're in waterproof cases) Hunter Matheson: (hope so) Dyan Sylvanis: ((Or a more compact version that is wrist mounted?)) Cptn Ja'Lale: (Yeah, another possibility) Hunter Matheson: (iTricord) Cptn Ja'Lale: Firim'Ja> +Team+ It should take about ten or your minutes at your speed. Cptn Ja'Lale: Ja'Lale> ::swimming along, trying some of the plankton:: Hmm, not bad. Hunter Matheson: ::drops back as a gut reaction to check the others:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::also tries some seaweed:: Mm. Though maybe I best not spoil my appetite too much. Hunter Matheson: *com* Which tastes better, cap? Dyan Sylvanis: ::Watches as a couple good sized fish swim past her face.:: Cptn Ja'Lale: +Hunter+ I like the seaweed better. Caitlin Townshend: ::swimmy swim:: Hunter Matheson: +Cap+ Good in soup, I hear. Not much appeal to me, though. Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The team is approaching a large city of caves and buildings inside of a giant dome. They are being led to an entrance hatch in the bottom. Cptn Ja'Lale: +Hunter+ I quite like seaweed soup, though I would say it is an acquired taste. Hunter Matheson: +Cap+ Copy that, sir. The acquired part. Cptn Ja'Lale: ::swims towards the entry hatch, which is now opening up for them:: Hunter Matheson: :::swims up behind Syl, restraining himself as much as he can:: Dvokr chim Hok: :: Swims :: Hunter Matheson: :::mental note, commissioned vs non-com... nope, not gonna do it:: Caitlin Townshend: ::comes up to the hatch, looking forward to seeing this administrative centre:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The hatch leads to another grotto inside the dome. Once everyone is inside, the hatch once again closes. Hunter Matheson: ::slips inside::: Dvokr chim Hok: A world full of hatches. Cptn Ja'Lale: Hatches, and domes, and caves. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Enters the hatch, enjoying the view.:: Hunter Matheson: +com+ Nice place. Hunter Matheson: (are we in or out of the water) Cptn Ja'Lale: (We should be at the grotto now, so out of the water) Cptn Ja'Lale: Firim'Ja> Welcome to our main administrative complex. We'll give you time to change out of your diving suits before we continue with our tour. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Takes the rebreather out and clips it to her belt.:: Hunter Matheson: :::removes the helmet, tucking it under one arm:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Very nice water, I must say. Much like the subtropical portions of Earth. Cptn Ja'Lale: F> Thank you, I remember visiting Earth during the trail of Captain Kirk, and I do agree with that statement. Hunter Matheson: ::brushes a hand through his hair:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Runs her hands through her silver hair, not really wanting to change at the moment. She kinda want to go back in the water.:: Caitlin Townshend: ::removes gear, kind of wishes they hadn't had to change for such a short trip:: Hunter Matheson: ::turns to Townshend:: Doin okay, El Tee? Cptn Ja'Lale: Firim'Ja> Let us continue on, shall we? ::once the crew is ready to go:: We have prepared a feast in your honour. We are hopeful the foodstuffs offered will meet with your palates. Caitlin Townshend: A feast? ::Hunter:: I'm doing great suddenly. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Has an idea. She reaches into her bag, pulling out two wraps, handing one to Caitlin.:: I for one don't want to spend all my time changing. How about you? Hunter Matheson: I'm with you. Food sounds pretty good. Caitlin Townshend: ::takes the offered wrap:: Oh, good idea. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Puts the wrap around her lower half.:: Hunter Matheson: ::standing, watching, mouth open, blink::: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The group is led into a series of caves which take them into the administrative centre. Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: Great job, people. We'll pick up from there in two weeks. Any questions? Cptn Ja'Lale: Sim dismissed then, see you in 2 weeks.

Cptn Ja'Lale: USS Challenger Mission Brief - 13 July 2018: The Challenger is now orbiting around the Arcadian homeward where the away team are deep underwater exploring the main city. TBS was 15 minutes.. any questions? Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Dyan Sylvanis: ::With the group, still on the sub? Itching to go swimming.:: Hunter Matheson: ::checking out the area trying to ignore the water that could flatten them into human pancakes:: John Randall: ::visiting the engine room of the sub, learning some alien technology:: Hunter Matheson: ::Syl:: kind of a weird place to live, but I guess they're used to it. Cptn Ja'Lale: Filim'Ja> ::Shows the team around various parts of the city, a labyrinth of caves and passageways with pretty looking stalagmites and such overhead :: Hunter Matheson: ::doubletake Syl:: You sure look excited. Dvokr chim Hok: :: Looking all around :: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Grins.:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Firim'Ja>. I see you humans are dressed in diving attire? That is most excellent as parts of the city need to be traversed by swimming but don't worry since these caves are reinforced and should be diveable for humans.. and definitely for Chelons. Hunter Matheson: ::checks out Hok wondering what he's thinking then looks back at Syl:: What? Dyan Sylvanis: ::Quietly.:: I'm just ready to go exploring. ::smiles.:: Hunter Matheson: ::nods:: Dvokr chim Hok: :: Recording all he can :: Hunter Matheson: ::moves forward to talk to Firim'Ja:: So, we dive like we would if we were above water, or we gear up in here, or what? Cptn Ja'Lale: Firim'Ja> That's correct. There are grottos with waterways that connect between caves. Dvokr chim Hok: How old are these structures? Cptn Ja'Lale: Ja'Lale>. It should be interesting, for sure. Cptn Ja'Lale: Frim'Ja>. These caves have been around for a few millennia, however this city has been around for a little over a century Hunter Matheson: So how did your people get here? Dvokr chim Hok: :: Nods :: Cptn Ja'Lale: FIrim'Ja> Get here? As in on this planet or the city? Hunter Matheson: On the planet, sir. Cptn Ja'Lale: Firim'Ja> Ahh, well we've evolved from a fish-like species to become the top intelligent species on this planet. The fact that we have no natural predators to compete against us. Dvokr chim Hok: What do you think of species that eat fish, if I may ask? Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The team are shown around the cave network and are led to a sizeable grotto with very blue, clear water. Hunter Matheson: Whoa.... so there's a population problem? Or... you're just careful when you.... ::semi blush:: you know.... ::shrugs, leaving it at that:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Firim'Ja>. We do not judge other species based on their eating habits. And no, we do not have a population problem. Everything is shared equally so this is never a problem for us. Cptn Ja'Lale: ::Referring to both of their questions:: Fririm'Ja>. You all are able to swim? Cptn Ja'Lale: F>. We can call for the submersible for those of you who cannot. Hunter Matheson: Swim? Yes, sir. Dvokr chim Hok: How clean is the water? Dyan Sylvanis: ::Starts unzipping her suit, slowly revealing her silver one piece.:: I'll be ready in a second. Cptn Ja'Lale: Ja'Lale> The water's a lot clearer than what I'm used to but it won't be a problem Cptn Ja'Lale: F>. The water is very clear and clean. It has to be since we feed on plankton swimming in the water Cptn Ja'Lale: Ja'Lale>. Hm, I might try some. I have been wondering how the plankton on this planet tastes like. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Removes her boots and places them and her normal suit into a waterproof container, then ties back her hair.:: Dvokr chim Hok: If only I could swim faster... Cptn Ja'Lale: ::inspects the water, and waits for the others to get ready::: Dvokr chim Hok: :: Changing off to the side :: Cptn Ja'Lale: Firim'Ja>. It is just a short swim to our administrative area where we can begin our talks. Hunter Matheson: ::slips off the uniform that covers his partial wet suit, complete with rebreather that he took because he wasn't sure what kind of swimming he'd be doing::: Dvokr chim Hok: :: Wearing his swim shorts :: Hunter Matheson: ::full mask, the whole 9 yards:: John Randall: ::the Arcadian engineer shows John around the engine room; Randall uses his tricorder to record the information, is impressed by what he's learning and seeing:: Dvokr chim Hok: Guess I will need a rebreather if I want to live. Cptn Ja'Lale: That would be handy, yes. Dvokr chim Hok: :: Puts it in his mouth :: Mmmgmmn Hunter Matheson: ::his gear hangs from his neck:: Unless you can hold your breath for about ten to fifteen. Hunter Matheson: ::looking at Syl, figuring she can:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Grins at Kal's mask as she puts a simple rebreather in her mouth.:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Doesn't wait to be asked, she jumps into the water.:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Firim'Ja>. ::smiles:: Great, if you're all ready then please follow us. Hunter Matheson: (wait... are we outside the whateveritis we're in?) Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Dyan finds the water warm, like the oceans in the Caribbean. (We are inside one of the caves) Cptn Ja'Lale: ::Slips in after Dyan:: Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Dvokr chim Hok: :: paused :: Cptn Ja'Lale: Great job folks -- we'll start from there. Any questions? Dvokr chim Hok: None here Cptn Ja'Lale: OK, sim dismissed.. have a great week everyone

Cptn Ja'Lale: USS Challenger Mission Brief - 6 July 2018: The Challenger has arrived at the Vellum Gamma system that houses the Arcadian system. The Challenger crew are greeted by a delegation of Arcadians and were invited to visit their main settlement underground. We begin as the team has boarded a submersible and are about to depart. TBS was 15 minutes... any questions? Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Hunter Matheson: ::thinking this is going to be dicey:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: One of the Arcadians closes the entry hatch and settles in. Dvokr chim Hok: It's been a while since I've been underwater...just how deep are we going? Hunter Matheson: ::thinking the same thing:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Arcadian>. We'll be going about 2km deep. That's where our city is. Hunter Matheson: So... not too deep, right? Cptn Ja'Lale: Arcadian> I hope you're all settled and belted in. No.. not too deep, but deeper than we can dive naturally. Hunter Matheson: ::mental math... it's over 6500 ft... blink::: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The sub begins to move and sink into the ocean below, giving the crew a dark ride in the water lit by the sub's lights. Lots of small krill and plankton float about. Hunter Matheson: So... are there any fish or whatever that we want to avoid? Like that might eat us? ::staring out the viewport:: Dvokr chim Hok: That's 200 atmospheres of pressure Hunter Matheson: ::stop... turn to Hok:: All due respect, sir... not something I really needed to know. Cptn Ja'Lale: Firim'Ja> We have some shark-like creatures you might want to avoid, but they won't bother you unless you provoke them. Also, we do have some large creatures similar to your whales, but they are also harmless. Though they do compete with us for plankton and krill Hunter Matheson: ::nods affirm:: Dvokr chim Hok: You'd not have to worry if there was a breach Hunter Matheson: ::Hok:: Sir? Hunter Matheson: Meaning that we'd be dead ducks in a breach? Hunter Matheson: .. or dead humans? Cptn Ja'Lale: I imagine you'd be, yes Cptn Ja'Lale: Though 2,000 metres is deeper than Chelons can dive as well. Hunter Matheson: ::Ja'Lale:: And what about your shell.... never mind, sir. Got the point. Cptn Ja'Lale: Hmm. ::would smirk if he could:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: the sub dives deeper and the underwater city can be seen Dvokr chim Hok: We should get a look at the engineering involved. Cptn Ja'Lale: Firim'Ja> Most of our cities underwater aren't this deep though and can be reached by diving to it. Hunter Matheson: ::Hok:: so we can....? Dvokr chim Hok: IMprove our ships Hunter Matheson: Good point, sir. Hunter Matheson: (brb) Cptn Ja'Lale: That's a great suggestion.. Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The sub passes through a forcefield, which protects the city against the water pressure and into the city proper Hunter Matheson: ::checking it out:: Hunter Matheson: ::Hok:: Think you're right, sir. That's one hell of a forcefield. Could use one like that once in a while. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Face planted against the viewport glass as she watches the underwater sights.:: Dvokr chim Hok: It has difference variances for underwater Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The city looks to have been built mostly in underwater caves with tall buildings sprouting out of them but does appear to be all clustered together. Dvokr chim Hok: The history of how this city came to be... Hunter Matheson: ::Syl:: interesting place. Dvokr chim Hok: :: taps the side of the ship... thunk thunk LL Cptn Ja'Lale: Firim'Ja>. We're almost there. I am pleased your interest in our city. We'd be happy to show you round Dyan Sylvanis: Mmhmm... ::Watching all the various fish and creatures swim by, then focuses on the city itself. She can't keep her eyes off everything. Like a little kid in an aquarium for the first time.:: Hunter Matheson: ::watching Syl::: ready for a swim? ::smirk:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Firim'Ja> I suppose you may consider this to be our capital city in terms of a Federation equivalent, but we do not generally consider it as such here Hunter Matheson: ::Ja:: So what do you call it if it's not a capital city? Dyan Sylvanis: ::Turns to Kal, maybe a little too excited.:: You bet! Hunter Matheson: ::nods:: so... inside the city or outside? Cptn Ja'Lale: Firim'Ja>. It's definitely our largest city in terms of population, but we Arcadians do not have a central government like most Federation species do, We share everything and live in a communal society with no real leaders as such. The fact that we have no natural predators on the planet also helped us grow a peaceful society. Yes, we do have shark-like things but they do not prey on us Arcadians. Dvokr chim Hok: How do you share, communication wise? Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The submersible enters a cave and snakes its way to a grotto which serves as a hangar bay. One of the Arcadian aides opens the hatch. Cptn Ja'Lale: Firim'Ja> Communication wise? I suppose so, we share everything. Dyan Sylvanis: We can do both? Hunter Matheson: ::checking it out:: Both what? Cptn Ja'Lale: Firim'Ja> Both? Dyan Sylvanis: ((Oh lol I thought Kal was still talking to me about swimming, so ignore that.)) Hunter Matheson: (I was :x) Cptn Ja'Lale: (Oh, ok) Dyan Sylvanis: ::Nods.:: I'm sure they will let us go diving outside. And maybe they have swimming pools or something. :;Shrugs.:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Firim'Ja>. Well, we have arrived. IF you'd follow us, we can show you all around. ::gestures to the hatch:: Cptn Ja'Lale: I hope so. I would like to swim around this area, though I am used to more brackish waters Hunter Matheson: ::moving toward the hatch:: Swim in a pressure -6500 ft? Hunter Matheson: Dicey, Syl. Cptn Ja'Lale: Firim'Ja>. We have specialized diving suits that can protect you against the pressure with the help of your Federation scientists. I don't know if they can fit your human bodies, but we can modify some if you wish. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Smirks.:: Well, I did say maybe... Hunter Matheson: ::glance to Firim'Ja to Syl and back:: Yes ma'am. You did. Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: Great job everyone. We'll continue from there next week. Hope you all have a great week... sim dismissed.

Cptn Ja'Lale: USS Challenger Mission Brief - 29 June 2018: The Challenger has transferred Captain Sivok and his crew onto the USS Davenport and are resuming their course to Arcadian space. The Challenger is now approaching Arcadian space after a 2 day TBS. Any questions and yes, I had a busy but good week. Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Hunter Matheson: ::relieving helm for his watch and it takes a minute for him to catch up::: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::in his chair, checking star maps:: Hunter Matheson: ::nod:: Approaching Arcadian space, Captain. Dvokr chim Hok: :: At operations :: Hunter Matheson: ::puts his fingerprints on the helm log::: Cptn Ja'Lale: Great. Drop us out of warp please. Hunter Matheson: Aye, aye, sir. Dropping from warp. ::puts on the brakes:: Hunter Matheson: :::cracks knuckles:: Caitlin Townshend: ::at the science station, conducts routine scans of the system as they drop from warp:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Challenger drops out of warp as they enter the Arcadian system John Randall: ::in engineering overseeing the crew along with Michaels and Maloney:: Hunter Matheson: ::minor adjustments to his helm chair before checking it out:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The Vellun Gamma system is a fairly typical system of some planets, with Arcadia being the fifth in the system. Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Challenger is being hailed. Hunter Matheson: ::looks over to Hok unless he's supposed to answer it::: Caitlin Townshend: Scans are all normal so far. Hunter Matheson: ::shrug:: Incoming hail, Captain. Cptn Ja'Lale: On screen.. Hunter Matheson: On screen, aye. ::puts it up:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::A white faced Arcadian with two parallel lines of dark hair on the edges of its cranium appears on screen:: +Challenger+ Welcome to the Vellum Gamma system Challenger. Please, initiate an orbit around our planet. Cptn Ja'Lale: Thank you. We look forward to meeting with you. Hunter Matheson: ::waits for the word:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::looks to Kal:: All right, let's head on over. Hunter Matheson: Aye, sir. Standard orbit? Cptn Ja'Lale: Yes, geosynchronous standard orbit Hunter Matheson: ;::makes for Arcadia::: Geosynchronous orbit, aye. Caitlin Townshend: ::scans the planet:: Hunter Matheson: ::tags the right planet... he hopes.. and establishes a geosynch orbit:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The planet is mostly water with scattered bits of land and cities dotted both above and underwater. Otherwise, it's a pretty generic stock planet to save on budget. Hunter Matheson: Orbit established. Going to stationkeeping. Cptn Ja'Lale: Okay, how would you all like to do some planetary exploring? Let's meet in the transporter room in 15 minutes. Caitlin Townshend: I will bring my most waterproof of uniforms! Cptn Ja'Lale: Please Mr Hok, let Lt Randall know so he can join us. Cptn Ja'Lale: Great, me too.. actually I don't need to. Cptn Ja'Lale: Nevermind... see you in the transporter room... Transporter Room 1 Hunter Matheson: ::not really into this, but... whatever::: Aye, sir. Hunter Matheson: Sir? Captain? Cptn Ja'Lale: Yes? Hunter Matheson: Are there any critters we should be aware of in the water? Like, ones that have human on the menu? Cptn Ja'Lale: Ah, not that I am aware of. According to my research the Arcadians are the dominant species of this planet and they're pretty pacifistic Hunter Matheson: Thank you, sir. John Randall: ::has Michaels and Maloney deploy teams to perform general maintenance while Challenger is in orbit:: Cptn Ja'Lale: All right, now if you'll excuse me... ::heads to the lift:: Hunter Matheson: ::checks helm one last time, then heads to the lift also:: Dvokr chim Hok: +Randall+ Please join the team in Transporter room one. Caitlin Townshend: ::surrenders her station to a minion, makes her way to the transporter room:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Is already in the transporter room, cause she's good like that.:: Hunter Matheson: ::after telling Tork to take helm for him:: Caitlin Townshend: ::excited because exobiology is her specialty:: Hunter Matheson: ::exits on his quarters level and grabs his diving gear::: Cptn Ja'Lale: (that's what they look like) John Randall: ::hears his communicator chirp and whips it out of its holster in time to hear Hok's transmission:: +Bridge+ Acknowledged. On my way. Randall out. ::contacts Michaels and hands him control of engineering; goes to his locker and grabs his toolkit along with his phaser, then leaves engineering and walks to the turbolift:: Deck 10. Hunter Matheson: ::changes out of his uniform, then heads to TR 1:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::heads to his quarters to grab some extra stuff that he might need as well as some PADDs from Starfleet:: Caitlin Townshend: ::enters transporter room, nods to Dyan:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::takes a lift to the transporter room:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Waves to Caitlin.:: I heard we were going swimming. John Randall: ::arrives at deck 10, and goes down the corridor to the transporter room; enters, and nods to Townshend and Sylvanis:: Lieutenants. Hunter Matheson: ::enters TR:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::exits and enters TR 1:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Greets everyone that enters.:: Hunter Matheson: ::a small go back holds his uniform and swim gear::: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::Looks around:: Is this all of us? Hunter Matheson: ::crooked grin as he nods to Syl:: John Randall: ::nods to the captain:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Lieutenant. ::nods:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Let's go. ::steps onto the pad:: Hunter Matheson: ::steps to the rear:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Joins the Captain.:: John Randall: ::takes a spot on the pad:: Caitlin Townshend: ::on the pad, ready to go:: Hunter Matheson: ::nod to Caitlin:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Once everybody has stepped onto the pad, the team is beamed down to the surface. It looks as if they are beamed to the edge of a beach, with a large expanse of water in front of them. Caitlin Townshend: ::looks around, smiles at the view:: Dyan Sylvanis: Nice view. Hunter Matheson: ::taking a look around:: Sure is. Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: A few Arcadian representatives walk up to greet them. Hunter Matheson: Like Bermuda.... Caitlin Townshend: Now _this_ is a mission. Hunter Matheson: (w) Yes, ma'am. Dyan Sylvanis: Yeah. I can get used to this. ::Notes the Arcadians approaching.:: Caitlin Townshend: ::looking out at the ocean:: I bet if you get the right wind conditions you could catch some amazing waves here. Hunter Matheson: ::Cait:: Sure could. You didn't happen to bring a board? Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: There's 5 Arcadians, with one with a protruding dorsal spine. Dyan Sylvanis: I heard the old Major was a huge surfer. Hunter Matheson: Yeah. ::he heard the same:: Caitlin Townshend: ::Matheson:: Nah, we never visited planets with appropriate environments often enough to make it worth the amount of my personal effects allowance it would take up. Cptn Ja'Lale: Dorsal Spine Arcadian> Welcome to Arcadia. ::happened to overhear their conversation:: I do not know what surfer is, but yes, we do get large waves throughout our planet. I am Firim'Ja. I suppose your Federation equivalent, I am a bit of a leader of this planet, though we do not possess a traditional "government" as you may be used to. Hunter Matheson: Um...maybe we should make a portable one. There's always body surfing. Caitlin Townshend: (q) Sounds like a nice side project. And somehow I feel like our present captain might be more sympathetic to visiting aquatic planets more frequently…. Dvokr chim Hok: :: Is where he is :: Hunter Matheson: ::pretending to listen to them while he listens to Cait:: Hunter Matheson: ::and he nods:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Firim'Ja> Our main settlement is underwater. So if you'll please follow us to our submersible.. Cptn Ja'Lale: Thank you, it's a most beautiful planet. Dvokr chim Hok: :: Follows :: Dyan Sylvanis: Should we go ahead and change into our swimwear? Cptn Ja'Lale: I suppose if you need to, you may go ahead and do so. My knowledge of human physiology in this type of circumstance is admittedly limited. Cptn Ja'Lale: ::not sure if they'll need swimwear, but he guessed it couldn't hurt, decides to keep wearing his uniform:: Caitlin Townshend: ::follows them to the submersible:: The oceans are so small on Vulcan, and they don’t exactly understand the purpose of "the beach" as a source of recreation. I was always excited whenever my parents took me to a planet with a beach. Hunter Matheson: So... you seldom went swimming? But isn't xenobio your area? Cptn Ja'Lale: Firim'Ja>. We have many beaches that straddle our land. Though most of the planet's infrastructure is below the water. ::steps inside the submersible, which has expansive windows of transparent aluminum:: Hunter Matheson: Or is it just land? (w) Cptn Ja'Lale: Ja'Lale> ::clambers in and takes a seat next to Firim'Ja:: Caitlin Townshend: My studies gave me the opportunity to travel to various environments. I did a few months on Andoria, another few months on Rigel V, which has a really interesting ocean ecosystem where there are trees that root into the seafloor…. Caitlin Townshend: ::now you got her started:: Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Hunter Matheson: done Caitlin Townshend: Oh good, we can make the TBS long enough that Caitlin finishes her impromptu lecture :P Hunter Matheson: heh Cptn Ja'Lale: A good time to pause I suppose... We'll pick up from here next week and head to their city. TBS will indeed be long enough for Caitlin to finish her lecture... however long that is. Cptn Ja'Lale: Any questions? Cptn Ja'Lale: If not, then sim dismissed. Have a great Canada Day or Independence Day this week, whichever you celebrate unless it's just me. See you next week.

Cptn Ja'Lale: USS Challenger Mission Brief - 15 June 2018: The Challenger has rendezvoused with the USS Davenport to transfer over Captain Sivok and his crew for the rest of their way back to Earth. Captain Sivok and company had just beamed over to the Davenport and the Challenger is now ready to resume their way to the Arcadia system to meet with the Arcadians and to set up trade routes and continue to bolster their diplomatic relations. TBS was 15 minutes. Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM John Randall: ::continuing to oversee the crew in engineering, with help from Lieutenants Jeff Michaels and Susan Maloney:: Hunter Matheson: ::after a few adjustments:: Ready to depart, Captain. Cptn Ja'Lale: ::just returned back to the bridge:: Very good, let's resume our course to the Arcadia system, warp 7. Caitlin Townshend: ::on the bridge, looking much more hale having had better food since they returned to Challenger:: Hunter Matheson: ::sets course:: Course set to Arcadia system. Warp 7, aye. ::press:: John Randall: ::hears the whine of the warp engines, and knows the ship has resumed her course:: Dvokr chim Hok: :: operations :: Hunter Matheson: Should be a smooth ride, sir. Nothing in the way. ::yet:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Davenport and Challenger both jump to warp going opposite ways. Hunter Matheson: ::relaxes as soon as they are underway. Gives his back a crack against the helm chair and then he's more relaxed::: John Randall: ::suddenly raises his head up as one of the warp engines doesn't sound quite right to him; gets up and goes back to the warp core panel, listening hard all the way:: Caitlin Townshend: ::hears Matheson's back crack all the way across the bridge:: We'll need to send you in for service along with Challenger next time we're in drydock. Hunter Matheson: ::leans back, hands behind his head, smirks::: Yes, ma'am. A little oil wouldn't hurt. John Randall: ::checks the readouts on the panel and sees that the starboard warp engine is slightly out of calibration; whips out his communicator:: +Bridge+ Randall to Ja'Lale, come in, please. Cptn Ja'Lale: +Randall+ Yes? Go ahead John Randall: +Ja'Lale+ Captain, the starboard warp engine is slightly out of calibration, sir. Recommend we reduce speed to warp 5 while I have a team check it out. We should be able to adjust it without having to go EVA. Dvokr chim Hok: :: sighs :: Cptn Ja'Lale: Hmm. +Randall+ Very well then, how soon do you think you can finish? ::to Kal:: Drop us down to warp 5. Hunter Matheson: ::Leans forward:: Dropping to warp 5, aye. Hunter Matheson: ::puts on the brakes:: John Randall: +Ja'Lale+ Depends on what we find, sir. I'll have an ETA for you in five minutes. Assembling a team now, will contact you again shortly. Randall out. John Randall: ((can everyone see me this week?)) Cptn Ja'Lale: (yes) Hunter Matheson: (roger) Caitlin Townshend: ((Bright and shiny)) John Randall: ::assembles a team and goes to the glass elevator; rides to the top floor of engineering and makes his way down the corridor to the starboard nacelle:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Walks into the bridge.:: Hunter Matheson: ::and here comes that heavenly smell again:: Hunter Matheson: ::focus... focus... focus... doesn't work::: Hunter Matheson: ::slight smile:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::Continues to read up about the Arcadians on his PADD:: John Randall: ::goes over to the panel and runs a diagnostic; gets a result in seconds and punches the 'com:: +Ja'Lale+ Randall to Ja'Lale. We are in the starboard nacelle and it looks to be a coolant problem. Should have it fixed in ten minutes, sir. Cptn Ja'Lale: +Randall;+ Thanks, keep us in the loop John Randall: +Ja'Lale+ Aye, sir, starting repairs now. Randall out. ::gives out assignments to his team and they begin work:: Caitlin Townshend: ::looking over departmental reports, still trying to wrap her head around running a department:: Dyan Sylvanis: :;Slips down by Kal on her way to her seat.:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: At warp 5, we should arrive to Arcadia in about five hours time from their present location. Hunter Matheson: ::blink::deep breath:: Caitlin Townshend: ::Ja'Lale:: Anything else we need to know about the Arcadians, sir? Hunter Matheson: ::then wakes up:: ETA is 5 Hotel, Captain. Hunter Matheson: ::blush:: I mean.. 5 hours, sir. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Grins as she sits.:: Nothing on sensors. Hunter Matheson: ::aside to Syl:: (w) You really gotta not wear that... whatever it is on the bridge. ::almost pleading:: Cptn Ja'Lale: They are an associate member of the Federation right now, they were are still kind of do keep to themselves but are looking to open up. I'm not sure at this point if they want to eventually become a full-fledged member of the Federation but Starfleet is keen on exploring the possibility. John Randall: ::the team conclude their assignments and report in; John does another diagnostic and smiles as the engine is back in calibration. He punches the 'com:: +Ja'Lale+ Randall to Ja'Lale. Problem fixed, sir, you may resume warp 7 if you so choose. Engines are nominal. Randall out. Hunter Matheson: ::sets helm to warp 7, ready for the command::: Cptn Ja'Lale: Most notably, they sent a representative to Admiral Kirk's trial several years ago after the Whale Probe incident. Dyan Sylvanis: :;Smiles, whispering back.:: I don't wear anything. Hunter Matheson: ::aw sh*t::: John Randall: ::gives his team a 'well done' and they return to the main console:: Cptn Ja'Lale: +Randall+ Thank you, good job Lieutenant. Hunter Matheson: Ready for warp 7, sir. Cptn Ja'Lale: Looks like it's fixed. Take us back to warp 7, please. ::to Kal:: Hunter Matheson: Aye, sir. Going to warp 7. ::pop::: Dvokr chim Hok: :: tapping buttons :: Hunter Matheson: ETA is now 3 hotel, sir. Er... 3 hours, give or take. John Randall: ::gives Michaels the conn and goes into his office; powers up the computer and enters the job just completed:: Dvokr chim Hok: Hotel? Cptn Ja'Lale: ::Nods:: Very good. Hunter Matheson: ::turns:: Aye, sir. Hotel is the standard call for the letter H, that in this case is hours. Not sure why I shifted to that. Force of habit, I guess. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Smirks.:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::nods, would smirk if he could:: Hunter Matheson: ::leaning forward to hide the blush::: John Randall: ::thinks for a moment, then sends an e-mail to the science station on the bridge, asking Townsend if she is recovering from the Klingon mission:: Hunter Matheson: ::Syl:: (w) You don't have any of those powers, right? I mean, like... mind altering or telepathy or any of that stuff? John Randall: ((sorry about the spelling, Caitlin, will get it right next time)) Caitlin Townshend: ((Too late, we are now mortal enemies, muwahahaha)) John Randall: ((Oops)) Caitlin Townshend: ::replies to Randall that the food is definitely better, and it's nice not having to worry about getting into fights because someone is bored:: John Randall: ((Note to self: watch your six)) Cptn Ja'Lale: ::Sips on a cup of coffee:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Whispers.:: No. Just the powers that I was born with. John Randall: ::chuckles as he reads Townshend's reply:: Hunter Matheson: ::slow nod:: Gotcha. Hunter Matheson: ::settles down as much as he can:: Hunter Matheson: ::and it's not a whole lot:: Caitlin Townshend: ::notices Matheson and Sylvanis seem to be in deep conversation, enjoying the camaraderie that's present among the bridge officers and senior staff on this ship:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Should be interesting meeting with the Arcadians. They seem to be pretty similar to us Chelons, being semi-aquatic.. though they feed on plankton, it says. Hunter Matheson: ::swivels:: Sounds interesting, sir. Caitlin Townshend: Oh really? That's intriguing. Do they have settlements on both land and in the water? Cptn Ja'Lale: ((2 minutes)) Dyan Sylvanis: Shall we bring swimsuits? Hunter Matheson: Hey.. sounds like a plan. Cptn Ja'Lale: You might want to. Cptn Ja'Lale: But in all seriousness, I was told they have watercraft for mobility. Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: Great job, a nice quiet sim. Next week, we'll be arriving at Arcadia. TBS will be 3 hours as Kal eluded to. Any questions? Cptn Ja'Lale: If there's none, then sim dismissed. Have a great week everyone, goodnight.

Cptn Ja'Lale: USS Challenger - Mission Brief 08 June 2018: The Challenger is now en route to the Arcadia system to meet with the Arcadians to set up some trading routes around the area and visit the planet. Before they arrive, the Challenger is to rendezvous with the USS Davenport who will pick up Captain Sivok and his crew for transport back to Earth. TBS was a day, I think. Any questions? Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The Davenport is now within long range scanner range John Randall: ::at the main console overseeing the crew in engineering:: Hunter Matheson: ::helm stuff, waiting for rendezvous and wishing that word wasn't so long:: Hunter Matheson: ::drumming his fingers on the console, bouncing to music in his head:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Davenport hails the Challenger. Dvokr chim Hok: :: at Operations :: Cptn Ja'Lale: Davenport> +Challenger+ Davenport here, we'll be in range shortly. Dyan Sylvanis: :;Steps onto the bridge and takes her seat.:: Hunter Matheson: ::glance over, smile at Syl:: Hunter Matheson: ::then back to work:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::The glance doesn't go unnoticed. She smirks as she watches her monitor.:: Cptn Ja'Lale: OK, once Davenport gets within range, we'll line up beside her. ::Hok:: Please inform security to get Captain Sivok and his crew ready for transport. Cptn Ja'Lale: I'll head down and send him off. You have the bridge, Mr. Hok. Dvokr chim Hok: :: Thinks... Operator, won't you help me place this call ..:: Hunter Matheson: Going to sublight. Cptn Ja'Lale: All right, here's good. ::to Kal:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Davenport reports that they are a few minutes away as well. Cptn Ja'Lale: Right I better get down to the transporter room. Hunter Matheson: Davenport is within range. Securing at 5,000 m Cptn Ja'Lale: ::heading down to the transporter room:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Relaxes in her seat, she glances around the bridge.:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::arrives at the transporter room, meeting up with Captain Sivok and his two crew members:: How you doing Captain? Cptn Ja'Lale: Sivok>. ::in a calm Vulcan demeanour:: As fine as can be expected, Captain. I would like to thank you and your crew for rescuing us.. as well as to the crew of the Klongat as well. Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The Constellation Class Davenport drops out of warp near Challenger. Hunter Matheson: Going to station keeping. Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Davenport moves alongside the Challenger and drops its shields. Davenport>. +Challenger+ We're ready for transport. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Checking her console.:: I wonder what Arcadia is like. Cptn Ja'Lale: Well, best of luck to you Captain Sivok. I hope our paths cross again. S>. And you too,Captain. Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Sivok gives a Vulcan hand salute and beams away onto the Davenport. Hunter Matheson: ::notes the transport is complete and prepares to depart:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::nods and heads back up to the bridge:: Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: Ok, good job despite the chat problems for some people. Cptn Ja'Lale: We'll pick up from here next week -- hopefully all the bugs will be ironed up by then.... Cptn Ja'Lale: Sim dismissed.. see you next week or on Aegis

Cptn Ja'Lale: USS Challenger Mission Brief- 01 June 2018: The Challenger is now leaving Klingon space leaving behind one of the Klingon escort ships that broke down along the way. We are now approaching the Neutral Zone and are about to cross back into Federation space. TBS was 1 hour. Any questions? Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Hunter Matheson: ::doing his helm thing:: Dvokr chim Hok: :: operations :: Hunter Matheson: Approaching Neutral Zone, Captain. John Randall: ::in the CE's office, letting Michaels and Maloney supervise the crew:: Hunter Matheson: Want me to waggle the wings to the Klingons, or will they think that is a signal for war? Hunter Matheson: Or we can do... blinking lights. ::shrug:: Cptn Ja'Lale: I don't know if that would signal war to them, thought hey might think there's something wrong with the ship Hunter Matheson: ::sigh:: Yes, sir. I'll just leave it alone. Cptn Ja'Lale: Could do. Let's cross over. Hunter Matheson: Entering the NZ.. Hunter Matheson: Will enter Federation space in five. Dvokr chim Hok: (NZ wou Hunter Matheson: And... we're home, sir. Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: We're back in Federation space. Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Challenger receives a hail from Starfleet via a secure channel Dvokr chim Hok: Incoming hail... Cptn Ja'Lale: Starfleet Admiral>. +Challenger+ Welcome back, Challenger. Good job on your mission. We'd like you to proceed to the Arcadian system to help chart out shipping and trading routes with the Arcadians, an associate member of the Federation. The Davenport will meet you en route to pick up Captain Sivok and his crew. Hunter Matheson: ::look to Hok, then the cap:: Dvokr chim Hok: ;; watching the viewscreen :: Hunter Matheson: Hm... ::plotting course to Arcadia, and waiting for the okay from Davenport:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Admiral>. Goodluck, Starfleet out John Randall: ::leaves his office and wanders out into the department; sits down at a station at the main console:: Hunter Matheson: Course logged in, Captain. Your call. Cptn Ja'Lale: All right, let's proceed at warp 7. ::reading a PADD with their new orders Starfleet sent:: Hunter Matheson: Engaging at warp 7, aye. Hunter Matheson: ::checks IDS frame, then engages:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The Davenport is still pretty far out but acknowledges that they'll be meeting them within the next 24 hours. Dvokr chim Hok: :: a Dvokr chim Hok: :: allocates power :: John Randall: ::hears a whine from the warp engines, gets up from his station and goes back to the warp core station joining Lieutenant Brad Mason, who is the new chief of the warp core team:: John Randall: Mason> Hey, Chief, we just jumped to warp 7. John Randall: ::studying the readouts, nods:: Yeah, looks like it. The captain must've gotten the orders for the new mission. Cptn Ja'Lale: Interesting people the Arcadians. Hunter Matheson: ::relaxing at helm, hands over his head, cracks his back::: John Randall: ::claps Mason on the shoulder:: Keep an eye on it, Brad, I'm gonna go see if the mission e-mail has been posted. Hunter Matheson: I've heard, Captain, but never had contact. John Randall: Mason> Will do, Chief. Cptn Ja'Lale: Neither have I, but they share similarities with us Chelons in that they are semi aquatic. Hunter Matheson: Should be interesting then John Randall: ::goes back into his office and powers up the computer; asks it for the mission statement, which it displays, and reads:: Hunter Matheson: Anything else about the species? John Randall: Computer, display all known facts about the Arcadians. ::the computer complies, and he continues reading:: Dvokr chim Hok: I don't believe I know their language. Hunter Matheson: Me, either. Cptn Ja'Lale: They're an associate Federation member. I'm not sure if they are seeking full membership with the Federation, but they are interesting in establishing a trading route in their system to facilitate easy travel and trade with us. I also am unsure of their language or much of anything else about them. Cptn Ja'Lale: I do know a representative of Arcadia was present in Captain Kirk's trial in 2286. Hunter Matheson: Should be interesting, then. Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The Davenport contacts Challenger informing them that they will be arriving fairly soon. Hunter Matheson: ::pretty much relaxed at helm:: John Randall: ::the information is scant concerning the Arcadians, and he finishes the reading in a short amount of time:: Hunter Matheson: Any idea when Davenport will contact, Captain? Cptn Ja'Lale: They look interesting, almost like your porcelain dolls with their pale white faces Cptn Ja'Lale: They should contact us when they're within range of us. Once they've contacted us we'll drop out of warp and arrange transport. I spoke with Captain Sivok and he seems to be in good spirits.. as good spirits as a Vulcan can get. Hunter Matheson: ::still waiting for OPS to forward the message:: Dvokr chim Hok: :: forwarding a message :: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Davenport replies that they will be in range in a few hours at their current speed. John Randall: ::leans back in his chair, glad they're staying in Federation space for this particular mission:: Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: Good job everyone... TBS will be a few hours when the Davenport will be in range with us, any questions?

Cptn Ja'Lale: USS Challenger Mission Brief - 25 May 2018. The Challenger crew has returned back to the Challenger after their mission on the Klongat. The Challenger is ready to depart as their mission on delivering medical supplies and setting up medical centres has also been completed. TBS was a day. Any questions? Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Hunter Matheson: ::settles into helm, knuckle crack, pats the console whispering sweet nothings about how much nicer she is than the Klingon ship::: Hunter Matheson: :::preflight check::: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::back on the Challenger after spending some time in First City, a shipment of fresh gagh and a few barrels of blood wine has arrived courtesy of HoD Gronk:: Dvokr chim Hok: :: At Operations :: John Randall: ::finishes his breakfast in the officers' mess, dumps the remains of the meal in the recycler, and exits the mess; strides to the turbolift and steps into the car as it arrives:: Deck 12. Dvokr chim Hok: So, we need to eat the gagh soon, who's interested? Hunter Matheson: ::dead stop, slow turn, blink::: Cptn Ja'Lale: I'll probably partake in some. I liked it. John Randall: ::arrives at his destination and exits the car; goes along the corridor to engineering and enters:: Hunter Matheson: ::Hok:: I'm good, thanks. Have quals when I get back to base so I need to watch the weight. Hunter Matheson: ::then he looks down and realizes that, yeah.. he really needs to watch it:: Hunter Matheson: Preflight check complete, Captain. We're ready to roll as soon as we get the word from below. John Randall: ::acknowledges the "welcome backs" from the crew and gets an update from the delta shift supervisor Lieutenant Steve Davis:: Dvokr chim Hok: Perhaps it's just the Captain and I. Cptn Ja'Lale: Great. Hunter Matheson: ::yeah, he thinks that's a good idea:: Hunter Matheson: ::slight bounce at the console with a little air drumming::: John Randall: ::goes into his office and sits down at the computer; a few minutes later he completes the updates and goes to the main console:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Once we're ready, we're to proceed back to Federation space, our Klingon escorts will again guide us back. We'll get our new marching orders once we cross the border. Hunter Matheson: Aye, aye, Captain. Dvokr chim Hok: Do they worry for our safety or worry we will make a run into their space? Hunter Matheson: ::glances to Syl wondering why she's so quiet:: John Randall: ::checks to see that everyone is at their posts and stations, then sits down at the console himself, ready for the return to Federation space:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The Klingon escort ships arrive. The last of the supplies are loaded in Challenger's cargo bay and they are ready to depart. Hunter Matheson: ::waiting for the okay from below::: John Randall: +Bridge+ Randall to bridge, come in, please. Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Bridge receives the all clear. Hunter Matheson: ::cool:::rubs his hands together, itching to get her running:: Cptn Ja'Lale: +Randall+ Go ahead John Randall: +Bridge+ Randall to anyone who's listening; engines are prepped and ready. Engineering out. Cptn Ja'Lale: Let's depart once ready. Mr Hok, send a message to our escorts that we're ready to go. Cptn Ja'Lale: +Randall+ 10-4. Hunter Matheson: ::powerup, checks status::: Hunter Matheson: Joining our escort at a quarter impulse. Hunter Matheson: ::falls in line:: Dvokr chim Hok: :: Comms the escorts that Challenger is departing :: John Randall: ::gets up from the console and takes a turn around engineering, surveying the crew:: Dvokr chim Hok: They replied acknowledgement Hunter Matheson: ::Hok:: Ask for a vector, please, sir. John Randall: ::is glad to be finally underway:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Escort> ::sends Challenger their departure vectors, the three BOPs power up:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Enters the bridge, going to her station.:: Hunter Matheson: ::tappitytap:: Strap in. This might become a race through space if I know the Klingons. And they'll be laughing all the way. John Randall: ::Lieutenant Jeff Michaels reports in and goes over to John:: Michaels> Welcome back, pal. Did you enjoy your tour with the Klingons? Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The escort ships depart Kronos with Challenger close behind Dyan Sylvanis: ::Frowns as she looks at her console.:: John Randall: ::gives his friend a wry look:: If I don't see them again for a while, it'll be none too soon for me. Hunter Matheson: ::cruisin::: Dvokr chim Hok: ((sorry, missed the vector Victor)) John Randall: Michaels> ::laughs and claps him on the shoulder:: Exactly the answer I expected, boss. And I don't blame ya. So, we got anything special goin' on? Hunter Matheson: ::glance to Syl:: Everything okay? Hunter Matheson: ::seeing her frown:: Cptn Ja'Lale: :::reclines in his seat, would be glad once they head back to Federation space:: John Randall: That will depend on our escorts, I believe. Should be business as usual. John Randall: Michaels> Suits me, boss. I'll start my tour. ::grins and leaves:: Hunter Matheson: ::checking her out:: Syl? You okay? Dvokr chim Hok: :: Turns to look at Sylvanis :: Hunter Matheson: Like.. is something outta wack? Dyan Sylvanis: ::Looks over.:: yeah...Just wishing I had some disruptors to play with. :;Grins.:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: One of the escort vessels falls out of formation and grinds to a halt. Hunter Matheson: ::slight eye roll along with a little grin:: Yes, ma'am. Hunter Matheson: Whoa... hold on. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Blinks as she sees it too.:: John Randall: ::watches him go, then smiles and goes into his office, leaving Michaels and Lieutenant Susan Maloney in charge of the crew:: Hunter Matheson: Evasive maneuvers... Dyan Sylvanis: One of the escorts fell out of formation. Cptn Ja'Lale: What's going on there? Hunter Matheson: ::Lets out a breath, wondering what happened:: Hunter Matheson: Well, sir... almost took out a disabled Klingon escort ship. John Randall: ::powers up the computer and checks to see if there is a mission statement posted yet; finds none, and leans back in his chair:: Cptn Ja'Lale: It's a good thing we missed. Would hate to get in an accident with the KLingons Dvokr chim Hok: Open a channel to that escort Captain? Cptn Ja'Lale: Yes, open a channel. See if they need help or something. John Randall: ::devoutly hopes the Challenger doesn't need to return to Klingon space anytime soon:: Dvokr chim Hok: +Full Stop Klingon vessel+ This is Challenger. May we render assistance? Cptn Ja'Lale: Escort Ship>. +Challenger+ Thank you, but no. We'll be towed back to Kronos for repairs. Continue to follow the other escort ships. Hunter Matheson: ::tap..taptap:: On course, Captain. Dvokr chim Hok: +Escort+ Acknowledged. Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: We'’re almost out of Klingon space. John Randall: ::pulls up a star chart on the computer and is relieved to see that the ship is nearly to the Neutral Zone:: Hunter Matheson: ::lets out a breath as he continues to concentrate, hoping another doesn't drop out:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The Challenger is back in Federation Space Cptn Ja'Lale: 2 minutes John Randall: ::the ship is now back in Fed space and John lets out a huge sigh of relief:: Hunter Matheson: We are in Federation space, Captain. Cptn Ja'Lale: Excellent. ::his console beeps:: We have our new coordinates. Set a course to a bearing of 080 mark 120, at warp 8. Hunter Matheson: Setting course zero eight zero mark one two zero, aye. Hunter Matheson: Engaging warp 8 at your command. John Randall: ::wonders what the next mission will be:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Engage. Hunter Matheson: ::engages::: Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: Nice job... we're onto our next mission. Wherever that is. TBS will be 2 days. Any questions? Cptn Ja'Lale: If not, then sim dismissed. Have a great week and a good long weekend.

Cptn Ja'Lale: USS Challenger Mission Brief - 18 May 2018: The Klongat and fleet are victorious in defeating the rebel Klingons and the Federation crew they've captured have been rescued. The crew are hopefully recovered from the previous day's festivities and the ship is now returning back to Kronos. We start as the Klongat is approaching Kronos. The rest of the fleet since going their own separate ways to whatever missions they were on. TBS was a day.. any questions? Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Hunter Matheson: ::doing the helm thing:: Hunter Matheson: ::working the board:: Approaching Kronos, Captain. Dvokr chim Hok: :: Has a massive headache :: Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk>. ::relaxing in the captain's chair, still in a jovial mood:: Very well, drop us out of warp. Hunter Matheson: Aye, sir. Dropping from warp. John Randall: ::working at the warp core console by himself:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Kronos can again be seen, with the Challenger still orbiting over the central landmass. Hunter Matheson: ::pretty much upset stomach from the gagh, but other than that, the grog took care of sterilizing everything that went down::: Cptn Ja'Lale: Ja'Lale>. ::rather enjoyed the Klingon food.. some of it was pretty similar to Chelon food:: John Randall: ::Marek comes over to Randall:: Marek> We are home, Lieutenant, and our mission was a success. You should be happy. Dvokr chim Hok: :: Looks at the forward view display :: John Randall: ::looks at Marek:: I'll be happy when I'm back aboard my ship, Jonpin, with all due respect. John Randall: Marek> ::cocks his head at Randall:: You really don't like being around our kind, do you? Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk> We'll be landing at our base outside of the capitol so we can affect repairs and restock and such. ::to Kal:: Switch wing configuration to landing and take us in. You should have landing coordinates on your console. ::looks to a warrior, who transits the base's coordinates:: Dvokr chim Hok: :: speaks up :: I believe in time we all could. No doubt you would find life aboard the Challenger...err, challenging. Hunter Matheson: Aye, sir. Moving to landing mode. John Randall: ::nails Marek with an ice-blue glare:: Some more than others, Jonpin. You I could work with. Others of your kind, not so much. I'm sure you feel the same about species in the Federation. Hunter Matheson: ::catching the coords:: Locked in, sir. Moving on down. Dvokr chim Hok: :: Figures Tellarites may be the closest things to Klingons :: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The Klongat enters Kronos' atmosphere and into a somewhat hilly area on the outskirts of First City. Hunter Matheson: ::the feeling of power he gets flying this baby - minus the smell - takes hold of him, and he starts to sing an old earth song quietly, bouncing to the music::: John Randall: Marek> ::nods thoughtfully:: That is true, Lieutenant. However, I can say you are a very competent officer, and I have respect for you. I have a feeling you could be a fierce warrior if you so desired. That is why I respect you. I hope that, for the most part, you have enjoyed your stay with us. Hunter Matheson: (w) I...I.. I.. I... I... I got a feelin'.... that you're in love with me.... ::bounce bounce::: John Randall: ::nods back to the Klingon:: Yes, I have, Marek. Thank you for your assistance during this mission. Dvokr chim Hok: The terrain of Q'onoS is a bit like Tellar. Hunter Matheson: ::smirks:: Takin' her in, sir John Randall: Marek> Farewell, Lieutenant John Randall, chief engineer of the Federation battlecruiser Challenger. I will remember you with honor. 'Qapla! Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The base is in a secluded area nestled amongst some grassy hills, the base's landing pads can be seen now, Dyan Sylvanis: ::Eyeing Kal, smiling.:: You're going to miss it, aren't you? Hunter Matheson: ::smooth and easy::: Yes, ma'am. ::wink:: Sure am. Hunter Matheson: She's a sweet ride. Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk>. Retract landing pads and set us down John Randall: ::gives Marek the Klingon salute:: Farewell, Jonpin Marek. I will remember you with honor as well. Dvokr chim Hok: :: Preparing to disembark :: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Nods.:: They are certainly not bad, that's for sure. John Randall: ::leaves engineering and makes his way to the cabin allotted for the Challenger crew to collect his gear:: Hunter Matheson: :::doing his thing::: Wheels down. Thank you for flying Klingon Air! Watch your step as you disembark. Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk> Thank you.. let me say on behalf of my crew it was honour to serve amongst you. Perhaps our paths will cross again in the future. Until then, q'apia! John Randall: ::decides to stay in the cabin until he hears from the captain:: Hunter Matheson: ::stands to give Gronk a smart salute::: Hope so, sir. Dvokr chim Hok: :: Waits with the others :: Cptn Ja'Lale: Ja'Lale> Thank you captain Gronk. Likewise, it was a pleasure to work with you as well. ::salutes:: Well, Challenger crew this is where we make our exit. Gather your belongings and meet in the hangar. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Gets up from her station, walking with Kal.:: I think I might miss the food a little bit. And the drunken singing. Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk> ::informs the crew that they're free to disembark the ship:: Hunter Matheson: Heh.... think I will, too. ::grabs his gear from the locker::: Sure is good to have something different... exciting. ::he stops to think a minute:: not that we don't have excitement on Challenger. John Randall: ::hears the announcement over the 'com that the Challenger crew is to meet in the hangar; heaves a big sigh of relief and makes his way there:: Hunter Matheson: ::face to face with Syl:: Did I just jinx us? Dyan Sylvanis: ::Grins as she grabs her bag.:: True....and you probably did. John Randall: ::arrives at the hangar, waits for the others:: Hunter Matheson: ::screwed up expression:: Just don't tell the others, k? Cptn Ja'Lale: Ja'Lale> ::heads to his quarters to grab his gear after bidding farewell to HoD Gronk, heads to the hangar::\ Hunter Matheson: ::shudders::: All I can think of is a cold shower with a scrub brush. Dyan Sylvanis: I'll try not to. ::smirks.:: Hunter Matheson: ::sigh:: Thanks John Randall: ::nods to Ja'Lale as he/it enters:: Captain, good to see you. Cptn Ja'Lale: ::Nods to Randall:: Lieutenant. Good to see you too. I trust things went well in engineering? John Randall: ::sighs:: As well as could be expected, sir, but I'm ready to go home, with all due respect. Hunter Matheson: So... :::as he moves with her:: Guess we get a taste of their home world now? Hunter Matheson: I mean... uh.. not literally. Hunter Matheson: Stomach's still growling from last time. Cptn Ja'Lale: Yes, you're free to beam back to the Challenger if you wish, but we also have time for some leave in the First City if you wish to explore it. Hunter Matheson: ::looks around to the others::: Cptn Ja'Lale: I need to see where the Challenger is in their construction efforts, but last I heard they were wrapping things up but not quite finished yet. John Randall: ::nods:: I appreciate the offer, Captain, but, truth be told, I've had my fill of Klingons for a while. I'll be going to the ship. Cptn Ja'Lale: That's understandable. I won't blame you. Dyan Sylvanis: I definitely am looking forward to it. Especially the shower part. John Randall: Thank you, sir. Dvokr chim Hok: I would not wish to rush repairs Hunter Matheson: Challenger it is, then. Hunter Matheson: ::sniffs his uniform::: Cptn Ja'Lale: You can beam back down to the city afterwards of course, but I too am looking forward to getting back to the ship. John Randall: ::whispers to Matheson:: And not soon enough for me. Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The crew is beamed back to the Challenger Cptn Ja'Lale: (5 minutes) John Randall: ::sighs in relief as he materalizes in the transporter room:: Hunter Matheson: ::nod to Randall:: I think it's pretty bad when you smell like a Klingon and don't notice it. John Randall: ::grins:: You said a mouthful, Sergeant. I'm heading straight for a long, hot shower. Hunter Matheson: ::stops to study the looks that the workers are giving them::: Hunter Matheson: ::Randall:: Yeah... I think I'd better do that, too. Dvokr chim Hok: :: sniffs :: The air is different. Cptn Ja'Lale: ::nods to the crew and then heads to his quarters to unpack and freshen up:: Hunter Matheson: ::glance askance at Syl, then to Hok:: It's clean. John Randall: ::exits the transporter room and heads for the turbolift; steps into the car as it arrives:: Deck 3. Dyan Sylvanis: Definitely has a better smell to it. John Randall: ::the lift arrives and he exits the car; strides to his cabin and walks in as the doors swoosh open:: Hunter Matheson: ::Holds the lift for her:: Dyan Sylvanis: But on that note... ::Heading for the Marine deck showers.:: John Randall: ::deposits his bag on the sofa, strips off his uniform, and runs to the head; activates the shower and steps in, moaning softly in relief:: Hunter Matheson: ::and watches Syl call out MARDEK in the lift::: Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Hunter Matheson: ::not sure if he should smile or run:: Hunter Matheson: done John Randall: ::paused:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Ok, great job everyone.. that does it for that plot. TBS will be 12 hours, by which time we'll be ready to leave and move onto our next plot. Any questions? Hunter Matheson: we get to shower first? Cptn Ja'Lale: yes, I would hope so John Randall: I'm there already Hunter Matheson: is it a court martial offense if I don't? Dvokr chim Hok: Showers will be fixed on Thursday. Hunter Matheson: ::hok:: Sweet. Cptn Ja'Lale: Depends.. or at least dirty looks from your fellow crew John Randall: and burning my uniform Hunter Matheson: Hey... gotta have fun sometime Hunter Matheson: I know a guy that had to do that once Cptn Ja'Lale: lol. Have a great week everyone.. sim dismissed!

Cptn Ja'Lale: USS Challenger Mission Brief - 11 May 2018: The Klongat and its fleet have arrived at the rogue base, and successfully rescued the Federation hostages they've captured and the Klingons have served justice by killing them all. The mood is joyous as the fleet prepare to depart back to Qo'noS. TBS was 15 minutes. Any questions? Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Caitlin Townshend: ::still a little nervous because "joyous" Klingon moods can be just as deadly as … well, fighty ones:: Hunter Matheson: ::at Klongat's helm, trying to wrap his brain around the slaughter ‘cause its bringing back memories he'd really like to forget:: Hunter Matheson: ::sober expression, just doin his job:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Like watching happy Klingons. They are better than angry Klingons.:: John Randall: ::keeping a wary eye on the Klingons in engineering; they seem to be a little too happy for his taste:: Dvokr chim Hok: :: NOT drinking :: Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk> ::feeling quite happy:: You humans did all right. Maybe one day our races will fight side by side. We'll be having a celebration in the mess to celebrate our victory. You're all invited to come if you like. Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk>. Well, humans, and Tellarites and... turtles. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Chuckles as she stands. She puts a hand on Kal's shoulder.:: Want to come? Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk>. Well. ::to Kal:: Set a course back to Kronos at warp 7. Hunter Matheson: ::blinks, turns:: Un... sure. Hunter Matheson: Aye, sir. ::Gronk:: Course set to Kronos. Engaging warp 7. Dvokr chim Hok: I am a comm officer. Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Stock shot of the Klongat changing its wing configuration to cruise and jumping to warp.. Hunter Matheson: Set to automatic, Captain? Hunter Matheson: ::still not used to the HoD thing:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk> Yes, please. Hunter Matheson: Aye, sir. Set to auto. ::presses, then looks to Syl. kind of::: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Grins.:: Glad you decided to go, cause if they try to get me to drink bloodwine, there may be trouble. Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk>. ::speaks to the cook in the mess who informs him everything is ready:: Mr. Hok, please inform the ship that they may proceed to the mess. Hunter Matheson: ::soberly:: I hear ya Hunter Matheson: ::as he follows along:: There were times when all there was to eat were worms, plants, bugs... you name it... Hunter Matheson: (w) not exactly what I want right now Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk & Ja'Lale> ::gets up to head to the mess:: Dvokr chim Hok: :: Taps the comm :: The victory feast is now available in the mess hall. Kapla! Caitlin Townshend: ::follows along to the mess:: John Randall: Marek> ::looks over to John:: Lieutenant, would you like to go to the victory meal? Hunter Matheson: ::out of the corner of his eye he spots Townshend and she doesn't look too relaxed:: Hunter Matheson: ::he falls back:: (q) you okay, ma'am? Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The crew enter the mess hall. There's a generous selection of gagh, some green stuff, war nog, blood wine, and gagh... both served raw and cooked for the puny humans. Dyan Sylvanis: Oh I don't mind the food. You know my history with alcohol. Hunter Matheson: ::nod to Syl:: John Randall: ::looks over to Marek:: All right, Jonpin, as long as I can eat Federation food. Your cuisine does not agree with my stomach, and I don't want to hear any crap about puny humans. Hunter Matheson: :::then stifles a smirk remembering a lot of times when alcohol livened things up:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The Challenger crew are invited to sit at the captain's table, with heaping servings of the aforementioned food and drink. John Randall: Marek> You can eat what you want, Lieutenant; I do not care. John Randall: ::nods:: Very well, I accept. ::They make their way to the mess hall:: Dvokr chim Hok: I am not sure how much blood wine I can drink Dyan Sylvanis: ((If a certain Major was around, there would probably be lots of drinking and at least one big brawl. )) Hunter Matheson: (I hear ya) Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk> We even burnt the targ for you humans to suit your palette. I am told it tastes somewhat like pork, or boar. Caitlin Townshend: ::sits down at the table next to Hok:: Does blood wine contain … actual blood? John Randall: ::Marek joins his comrades at the table, Randall goes over to the food replicator and makes himself a Federation meal:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Grabs some fresh gagh and a little bit of the other more "fresh" items, then grabs a seat.:: Hunter Matheson: ::leans toward Caitlin:: (w) best not to ask that one John Randall: ::One of the Klingons sees Randall's plate and starts to make a remark; John pins him with a steely glare:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Ja'Lale> ::Drinks some blood wine and eats some gagh:: Mm, not bad. Hunter Matheson: ::takes a little of everything just to be polite and takes a seat::: Dvokr chim Hok: Last time I did this I got a bit sick. Hunter Matheson: :::slurps the gagh like spaghetti:: John Randall: ::Sits at an empty nearby table and eats his meal, keeping an eye on the Klingons as well as his shipmates:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The warriors start breaking out in old Klingon opera songs, which sounds like someone is squashing a cat Hunter Matheson: ::wince:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Grins at Kal, glad he's going right for it. Also starts eating.:: John Randall: ::narrows his eyes at the singing:: John Randall: ((or lack thereof)) Hunter Matheson: ::slurps the warnog like a Klingon:: John Randall: ::grateful for his anonymity; so far, no one has challenged him for not sitting with the others; to him, there's not much room left:: Dyan Sylvanis: I've heard people talk about old Klingon music, but never heard it in person. Hunter Matheson: ::Syl:: you know - this is a whole lot better than pulling on your dress blues and sitting like you have a stick up your a... uh... on your back. Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Some of the Klingons are starting to fight each other, but as per orders is leaving the Challenger crew alone -- for the timbering. Cptn Ja'Lale: time being* Dvokr chim Hok: :: Sips and winces :: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Smiles.:: Absolutely Hunter Matheson: ::checking out Townshend, wondering if she's okay::: John Randall: ::watches the Klingons fighting with narrowed eyes:: Hunter Matheson: ::she doesn't look too happy::: John Randall: ::his hand hovers near his dagger:: Hunter Matheson: (asking for trouble there, Randall) Cptn Ja'Lale: (Indeed) John Randall: ((bring it on, I've fought a Klingon before)) Caitlin Townshend: ::picking at her food, actually not minding the singing:: Hunter Matheson: ::leaning toward Townshend:: There's a replicator over there, ma'am, if you'd rather. Hunter Matheson: (not exactly my point, Randall) John Randall: (just sayin') Hunter Matheson: (same here) John Randall: ::continues to watch the battling Klingons:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Ja'Lale>. Yes, I see that John has done the same. Though I wonder how Klingon replicated food tastes? Hunter Matheson: ::Townshend:: I'll get you some if you want. Dyan Sylvanis: Reminds me of a couple of bar fights I've seen. Quite the interesting atmosphere. Hunter Matheson: ::back to Syl, snorts:: not exactly the word I would pick John Randall: Marek> ::finishes eating and looks around for John; spots him and goes over to him:: Lieutenant, you seem a little on edge. Are you all right? Caitlin Townshend: ::Hunter:: I think I need to … experience this … if I've any hope of surviving this place. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Smiles at Caitlin.:: We have your back. John Randall: ::gives Marek a savage smile:: Any time I see Klingons fighting, I get a little.....edgy. Hunter Matheson: ::nods:: Yes, ma'am. It's not bad if you're starving, but if you're not.... ::shrugs:: up to you. Hunter Matheson: And... ::nod to Syl:: ditto on that one John Randall: Marek> I see. I suppose I would be if I were in your shoes. No harm will come to you, Lieutenant, you have my word on that. Cptn Ja'Lale: Ja'Lale> It's part of the job on a Klingon ship.. that's how promotions happen. Hunter Matheson: ::one eye on the happy crowd as he slurps the gagh wrapped in whatever leaf that is and follows it with warnog:: John Randall: ::nods to Marek:: Thank you, Jonpin, I can take care of myself, but your assistance is welcome. Dvokr chim Hok: :: The amount of cleavage does not go unnoticed by poor Hok, who has had a bit too much :: John Randall: ::Marek nods, wondering what Randall meant by that:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Ja'Lale> ::tries some of the targ:: John Randall: ::trying not to let on that he has fought a Klingon before:: Caitlin Townshend: ::to her credit, tries a bit of everything, finding most of it not to her liking but picking away nonetheless:: John Randall: ::winces as one of the battling Klingons takes a rather nasty hit:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Is enjoying the singing and food. She notices the fight winding down.:: Hunter Matheson: ::not quite enjoying the singing, but the food's not half bad.. until he chokes and coughs::: Hunter Matheson: ::downs more warnog:: Damn thing bit me on the way down. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Pats Kal on the back.:: You alright? Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The victorious Klingon has managed to keep his position. Until the next fight. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Grins.:: Hunter Matheson: Yeah... ::cough:: nothing like fighting back when you're being eaten. John Randall: Marek> ::points to Randall's plate:: What was that you were eating, Lieutenant? Cptn Ja'Lale: Ja'Lale>. ::enjoying the Klingon food... maybe it had something to do with his Rigellian palette:: John Randall: ::smiles:: It's called fried chicken and mashed potatoes. Hunter Matheson: ::syl::: not even up to date on my vaccinations. ::headshake:: John Randall: Marek> I....see. Is one a meat and the other a....what do you call them....vegetable? Dyan Sylvanis: ::laughs.:: Well when we seem to have a revolving door on Medical, people kind of slip through the cracks. Hunter Matheson: ::snort:: got that right John Randall: ::smiles again:: Very good, Jonpin; you are correct on both counts. Hunter Matheson: remind me next time to be sure I'm up to date before we do any Klingon ops. John Randall: ::relieved that the fighting has diminished:: Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: Good job, people. We'll arrive back at Kronos next week.. TBS will be a day to get over your hangovers or indigestion. Any questions? Cptn Ja'Lale: Goodnight everyone -- have a great week.

Congratulations to USS Manticore on its 20th Anniversary! Still going strong!

Cptn Ja'Lale: Mission Brief - 27 Apr 2018: The Klongat and its fleet was converging to the location of the rogue Klingon base which where a Federation crew was held hostage.The fleet was engaging a barrage of fighters coming from the base. The fleet was about to advance towards the base's location. Hunter Matheson: Got a question, Skipper Hunter Matheson: Klongat is on rear guard, right? Cptn Ja'Lale: Yes Cptn Ja'Lale: Sorry.. phone call Cptn Ja'Lale: TBS was zero. Any more questions? Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Hunter Matheson: ::doing the helm thing:: Dvokr chim Hok: :: ar comms :: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The fleet is breaking through the fighters' line of advance and heading towards the base. Hunter Matheson: ::change course, following the lead:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk>. Their numbers seem to be dwindling. Looks like they've exhausted their fighters, but an animal is most dangerous when cornered, so be cautious. I'd also like to start to form a boarding party once we've broken through their shields. Dyan Sylvanis: ::On weapons.:: Dvokr chim Hok: :: Never likes these battles as the are a leading cause of death :: Caitlin Townshend: ::oh great, a boarding party:: Hunter Matheson: ::focus on course, entering several evasives and an exit vector while he's at it::: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: There doesn't seem to be much more resistance as most of the fighter crafts from the base are now either destroyed or disabled. Dvokr chim Hok: Boarding party? John Randall: ::watches the Klingons in engineering with a wary eye, as he thinks the Klingons are enjoying the battle a bit too much for his liking; his hand stays near his phaser:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Checking.:: Most of the fighters have been eliminated. Cptn Ja'Lale: Not all of us would have to join it, just the security people I think. Dvokr chim Hok: I could argue them to death Cptn Ja'Lale: Scary Hunter Matheson: ::snort at Hok's comment, but still focused:: Hunter Matheson: Sounds like a plan, Captain. They'd be so confused... ::headshake:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::most of the boarding party will be Klingon, maybe some security people.. feel free to NPC a character or use your own:: Dyan Sylvanis: I'll volunteer for the boarding party when we arrive. Hunter Matheson: Chief BadRad> ::cracks his knuckles, ready to roll:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk> Very good Caitlin Townshend: ::will stick on the bridge, where she is less likely to be … you know:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: With no more resistance from the fighters, the fleet makes easy work of the base's shields. Away teams should be congregating to the transporters. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Stands.:: I'll take my leave then? Cptn Ja'Lale: I'll go as well. Gronk>. Yes, good luck to you. John Randall: ::Marek, grinning at something said to him by one of his shipmates, looks over to Randall, and instantly changes expression as he notices the posture and the demeanor of the Challenger's chief engineer, who has been in hand-to-hand combat with a Klingon before:: Dvokr chim Hok: Kronk> :: Gets on the transporter :: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Walks out with the Captain.:: You realize we'll both be huge targets, even among the other Fleeters. We kind of stand out more. ::Him being a big turtle, and her attire.:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Yes, I agree. We'll need to keep out wits about us. Still, it's not often I get to go on missions like these. Hunter Matheson: Chief BadRad> ::loaded for bear steps on the transporter:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::exits the lift and checks his disruptor:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Smirks.:: Happy hunting then. ::Checks her pistols and blade.:: Hunter Matheson: (wait... we get disruptors?) Cptn Ja'Lale: (Klingon disruptors) Dyan Sylvanis: ::Joins the others on the pad.:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::joins the team of about a dozen officers and warriors on the pad:: John Randall: Marek> ::strides toward John but stops a few feet away as he notices Randall's expression:: Lieutenant, is something wrong? Caitlin Townshend: I've located an optimal beam-in point, sir. Hunter Matheson: Chief BadRad> ::checking out the load at Syl's waist, wondering how good she is with it:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk> Excellent, let's beam in there. Dvokr chim Hok: Kronk> :: Itching to go :: Hunter Matheson: Chief BadRad> ::more than ready:: John Randall: ::nods, his eyes constantly moving:: There is a dangerous atmosphere in this room, Jonpin. Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk> Relay the coordinates to the transporter room. Hunter Matheson: Relaying coordinates. Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Once the coordinates are received, the AT transports to the base.. please use @ for the base. John Randall: Marek> What do you mean, Lieutenant? Hunter Matheson: @ Chief BadRad> ::sets perimeter immediately, scanning the area for hostiles:: Dyan Sylvanis: @ ::Arrives and draws both of her pistols.:: Hunter Matheson: @ Chief BadRad> ::gonna follow Syl's lead since she's senior:: John Randall: The crew seem to be enjoying themselves a bit too much for my taste. They have their blood up, do they not? Cptn Ja'Lale: @ ::follows Dyan as well as the other Klingon warriors:: Dyan Sylvanis: @ ::Stays close to the walls and other objects as she moves.:: Cptn Ja'Lale: @ACTION: For those using a scanner, the three Federation life signs are nearby. Gunfire can also be heard around them. John Randall: Marek> ::nods:: That they do, but you are in no danger here; we are allies for this mission. Hunter Matheson: @ Chief BadRad> ::stacks up behind Syl, a few others behind him, and some scanning the opposite wall::: Caitlin Townshend: ::monitoring the AT:: Dvokr chim Hok: @ Kronk > :: With the team :: Dyan Sylvanis: @ ::Comes to a door, waiting for a breach.:: Hunter Matheson: (that ok to have extra on the sec team?) John Randall: ::one of the other Klingons comes over to join Marek:: Kavlak> Is there a problem with the Federation man, Jonpin? Cptn Ja'Lale: (Yeah, sure) Dvokr chim Hok: @ Kronk > :: Weapon pointed at the door:: John Randall: Marek> Our enthusiasm seems to bother him some, he is nervous. Hunter Matheson: @ Chief BadRad> ::taps Syl and makes a sign that he can breach:: Dyan Sylvanis: @ ::Nods.:: Cptn Ja'Lale: @Menk>. You Federation people should go rescue your own. They are not too far away from here. We'll split up and go for the base commander and his crew, Come along, Kronk. Let me know if you need any more of my men to assist. Hunter Matheson: @ Chief BadRad> ::steps around her, secures his position, counts down, and with his breach gun, fires:: Hunter Matheson: @ Chief BadRad> ::covers the far side as the air clears::: John Randall: Kavlak> ::looks at Randall:: Do not worry, Starfleet man. We have been ordered to work with you, and we follow orders. Cptn Ja'Lale: @ACTION: The Federation crew is kept in a holding area not far away, while the base commander and some of his officers are in the base's command centre in the upper deck. Dvokr chim Hok: @ Kronk> :: simply nods :: Dyan Sylvanis: @ ::Moves in and secures cover.:: Hunter Matheson: @ Chief BadRad> ::steps for left sweep:: Clear. Cptn Ja'Lale: @Goodluck, Lieutenant. Menk> And to you as well.. John Randall: ::Nods at Kavlak:: That's good to know, but you'll understand if I don't relax my guard. What would you do if you were on my ship in my situation? Dyan Sylvanis: @ Clear. ::Moves towards the next area.:: Cptn Ja'Lale: @ACTION: BadRad, Dyan, Ja'Lale and a few warriors head to the holding area while Menk, Kronk and the rest of the Klingons separate to get the base commander, joined with warriors from the other ships. Hunter Matheson: @ Chief BadRad> ::does that thing::: Cptn Ja'Lale: @ACTION: Both teams are supplemented by warriors from the other ships. John Randall: Kavlak> ::nods:: I understand, Starfleet man. No harm will come to you. I will make sure of it. ::turns to Marek:: With your permission, Jonpin. Hunter Matheson: :hates the wait but he's pretty good at it:: Dyan Sylvanis: @ ::Moves into the holding area after BadRad.:: Cptn Ja'Lale: @ ::follows along, shooting at the base warriors as they go:: John Randall: Marek> ::nods:: Watch after him, Kavlak. ::to Randall:: You are in no danger, Lieutenant. But I understand your feelings. Kavlak will watch over you. You can trust him. Caitlin Townshend: I'm having trouble maintaining a lock on the team as they penetrate deeper into the complex. Dyan Sylvanis: @ ::Shoots a couple guards.:: Secure the hostages. Hunter Matheson: ::turns toward the El Tee:: John Randall: ::nods at Marek:: All right, Jonpin. I will continue here at my post. Cptn Ja'Lale: @::Captain Sivok and two of his crew member stoically look up, once his cell is opened.:: Sivok> It is nice to see you all here. ::in his calm Vulcan expression:: Cptn Ja'Lale: (2 minutes) Hunter Matheson: @ Chief BadRad> ::following Syl, taking out a few, then grabs the hostages, assuring them that we are friendlies:: John Randall: Marek> Very good, Lieutenant. ::nods at Kavlak and returns to his station; Kavlak goes to a station near Randall:: Hunter Matheson: @ Chief BadRad> ::directs the corpsman to check 'em out:: Cptn Ja'Lale: @ ::to Sivok:: Good seeing you captain. n Great job. Let's prepare for transport. Hunter Matheson: @ Chief BadRad> ::corpsman gives a thumbs up:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: @The Federation team is beamed back to the Klongat with Captain Sivok and his crew. Dvokr chim Hok: @ Kronk > :: Guarding around :: Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: Great job everyone... we'll continue from there next week.. no TBS. Any questions? Hunter Matheson: none Dyan Sylvanis: nope Dvokr chim Hok: I have lots of questions... until next week Cptn Ja'Lale: IF there's nothing else, sim dismissed. Have a great week everyone. And goodnight

Cptn Ja'Lale: Mission Brief - 13 Apr 2018 : A fleet of ships are coming in to provide support for the crew of the Klongat to attack the rogue Klingon base they found,. the fleet consist of two large K'Tingas and five birds of prey including the Klongat. All ships have formed up and are ready to head back to the base, Cptn Ja'Lale: TbS was 25 minutes I think.. no, he's not been around lately lool Cptn Ja'Lale: Any questions? Hunter Matheson: We're holding position, right? Caitlin Townshend: Wiley is behind this Caitlin Townshend: I'm sure of it Cptn Ja'Lale: Maybe he is :ninja: Hunter Matheson: ::snort:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Yes, we are. Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIMN Dyan Sylvanis: ((hiya afk a sec)) John Randall: ::at his post in engineering:: Hunter Matheson: (hey syl) Hunter Matheson: ::at helm, stationkeeping:: Cptn Ja'Lale: (hey) Cptn Ja'Lale: ::stands behind the captain at the XO's station, helping to coordinate with the fleet:: Hunter Matheson: ::still checking the console to be sure he has the right stuff to get us outta dodge if we need to:: Caitlin Townshend: All ships in the fleet are in position. Hunter Matheson: ::without turning:: Helm ready. Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk> Excellent. Signal the fleet that we're ready to depart, and get their readiness statuses. ::to Dover:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::Dvokr:: Dvokr chim Hok: :: Listening in at his post :: Dvokr chim Hok: Signaled... Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The ships begin to respond back that they're ready as well. Dvokr chim Hok: :: Notes :: All are ready Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk> Inform the crew to prepare for battle ::to Hok:: Set a course back to the base, please ::to Kal:: Engage at impulse. Caitlin Townshend: ::still trying to adjust to the idea that this has turned into some kind of strike mission:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk> It should hopefully be a glorious one. Caitlin Townshend: ::she's a science officer, not an assault coordinator!:: Hunter Matheson: ::getting vibes from Townshend::: Hunter Matheson: ::nervous, antsy, can't blame her:: Hunter Matheson: ::glorious. right:: Hunter Matheson: Engaged at impulse (back when he asked) Cptn Ja'Lale: Ja'Lale>. ::also unsure how this will proceed, hopes they come back in one piece:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Sitting at the weapons console, ready to go. Might be a little too excited to finally fire the disruptors.:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The Klongat and the rest of the fleet heads out back into the asteroid field Hunter Matheson: ::suddenly realizes he doesn't know Klingon battle tactics...oops::: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: I'm sure you'll learn quick enough... time passes and they are quickly approaching the location of the base, still under cloak. John Randall: ::helping watch the engines as the ship takes off; realizes the Klingons are grimly silent in his department, feels like they are anticipating a battle, and the vibes are strong:: Hunter Matheson: ::moving with the force:: Dvokr chim Hok: We have not been detected. Hunter Matheson: ::Syl, quiet:: Anything on the radar so far? Dyan Sylvanis: ((Haha and the Battle in the Mutara Nebula just came on.)) Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk>. Its only a matter of time before they detect us, stay vigilant. Cptn Ja'Lale: (lol, that's awesome) Dyan Sylvanis: ::Shakes head.:: Nope, but I wish it would. Is it showing that I really want to play with this console? Dyan Sylvanis: ::Innocent smile.:: Hunter Matheson: Uh... actually, yeah. It is. Hunter Matheson: But that's a good thing cause it means we're well protected. ::half grin as he maneuvers through the field:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Several fighter ships can now be detected and are quickly coming their way Dyan Sylvanis: ::Gets blips.:: Incoming fighters. Hunter Matheson: Tell me when and where, and you got it. Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk> Ahh, it starts. Take them out and continue the advance. Hunter Matheson: (tell me we're not in the lead) Cptn Ja'Lale: (heh, nope we are not). Hunter Matheson: (good to know) Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The lead vessels open fire at the fighters, however more fighters are quickly on their way from he base. Dyan Sylvanis: Aye. ::Nods to Kal.:: Attack speed, if you please. ::Brings up weapons, targeting the fighters.:: Hunter Matheson: Attack speed, aye. Hunter Matheson: Tell me where you need to maneuver and you got it. Hunter Matheson: ::bridge and anyone else who cares:: Strap in if you can. Dyan Sylvanis: Opening fire. ::Begins raining disruptor fire, anticipating where the fighters would turn if they were her.:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk>Battle conditions! ::Red alert:: John Randall: ::Marek comes over to Randall's station:: Marek> Make sure to route power to the disruptors, Lieutenant Randall. We are about to engage the enemy. Caitlin Townshend: ::grits her teeth:: Dvokr chim Hok: (Thought of a line from Family Guy Star Wars) Dvokr chim Hok: Where exactly do we strap in? John Randall: Very good, Jonpin. ::watches his monitor more closely:: Hunter Matheson: ::weaving through just about everything:: Any way you can! ::Hok:: Cptn Ja'Lale: I don't think Klingon ships have seatbelts John Randall: ::wonders how Marek knew they were going into battle:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::coordinating the attacks, working with the other ships in the fleet:: Hunter Matheson: (I'm assuming that Hok sounded red) Cptn Ja'Lale: (Yes) Hunter Matheson: ::Syl:: Watch that one at your 3 o'clock!! ::moves to maneuver:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: A few fighters open fire and hit the Klongat, rocking them. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Fires back Dvokr chim Hok: :: Sounded red, sure he did in all this chaos :: Hunter Matheson: Good shooting. Glad you're on our side. ::sweeps to port:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Grins:: Hunter Matheson: Get ready for a dive in 3.... Hunter Matheson: ::bolts through a group of hostiles:: Hunter Matheson: Have fun, Syl! Dyan Sylvanis: ::Takes her time and fires when she gets openings.:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Two fighters are destroyed and another one is disabled in their dive move Hunter Matheson: ::pulls out to let someone else have fun:: Hunter Matheson: ::not really - he just doesn't like what he's seeing::: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The more manoeuvrable BOPs work on taking out the fighters while the bigger K'Tingas continue on towards the base Hunter Matheson: ::workworkwork:: Cptn Ja'Lale: (2 minutes) Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: With the combination of the fleet of ships, they continue towards the base which has now decloaked to allow the fighters to launch, revealing a small outpost on an asteroid,. Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Hunter Matheson: done Cptn Ja'Lale: Great job -- almost there. TBS will be none. Any questions? Cptn Ja'Lale: Great job everyone. Sim dismissed.. see you next week