USS Challenger 01.26.2014

[STSF Jami 0]

Cptn Ja'Lale -> Last week, the Challenger has picked up the away team and is on route to SB 36. TBS was 3 hours.

Cptn Ja'Lale -> We pick up as we are approaching the station. Any questions?

Cptn Ja'Lale -> BEGIN SIM

Cptn Ja'Lale -> BEGIN SIM

Cptn Ja'Lale -> BEGIN SIM

Cassie Granger -> ::in sick bay, awake now and reading the PADD she was given::

John Randall -> ::in sickbay; his leg and arm taken care of, waiting to be dismissed form sickbay::

Cptn Ja'Lale -> Request clearance to dock, please Mr. Dvokr.

John Randall -> *from

EddieFreeman -> ::having dropped off the captured gear, on his way back to engineering::

Cassie Granger -> ::expression changes every so often as she reads::

Dvokr chim Hok -> Aye. +Starbase 36+ This is USS Challenger requesting docking clearance, over.

Gretchen Hanson -> ::making her rounds, decides that her patients are bored to death, and since she absolutely forbids death in her sickbay, decides to give them the boot::

Hunter Matheson -> ::on the bridge, at helm?::

Cptn Ja'Lale -> SB 36> +Challenger+ Cleared to dock, Challenger. Dock at Port 94.

Hunter Matheson -> ::thumbs-up to Hok::

Gretchen Hanson -> ::looking over her padd at John:: Lt. Randall, do you solemnly promise to stay away from alien circuit boards for at least a week?

Dvokr chim Hok -> :: Hok presses the earpiece in further :: +SB36+ Understood Starbase 36, port nine-four

Dyan Sylvanis -> ::Had just woken up from a very nice nap. She strolls down the MARDET halls from her bunk, in shorts and a tanktop, to go get a snack.::

John Randall -> ::gives a small smile, and holds up his right hand:: I do solemnly swear, Doctor.

Derrick Sabin -> ::about to fal asleep after reviewing the (lost count) padds the AT lifted off the Romulan ship:::

Hunter Matheson -> ::Hok:: So, where're we bound, sir?

Hunter Matheson -> ::slipping into the approach vector::

Gretchen Hanson -> ::smils:: Then by the power vested in me, I hearby order you back to duty.

Dvokr chim Hok -> Set a course for port nine-four, 1/4 impulse until within 100km, then thrusters

Gretchen Hanson -> *hereby

Hunter Matheson -> Port niner-four, one quarter impulse, aye.

Dvokr chim Hok -> :: Felt very Captainy for a moment, thought of taking the chair ::

John Randall -> ::smiles:: Thank you, Doctor. ::gets out of the bio-bed, and walks over to the sickbay door::

Hunter Matheson -> ::cuts to one quarter as the ship slips easily into that approach::

Gretchen Hanson -> ::enters the discharge of Lt. Randall on her padd and goes over to Cassie::

Cassie Granger -> ::as Gretchen approaches she blanks the padd and puts it aside::

Cptn Ja'Lale -> Send a request to department heads for supplies. And inform medical that station doctors can treat our injured crew if need be

EddieFreeman -> ::entering main engineering and taking up a position at the main table::

Derrick Sabin -> ::finding nothing new of interest on the latest Romulan padd::

John Randall -> ::exits sickbay, and goes along the corridor to the turbolift, stepping inside:: Deck 3.

Hunter Matheson -> ::standard report:: Coming into final. I have the ball. Cutting to thrusters.

Cassie Granger -> ::still somewhat pale, but otherwise not bad::

Gretchen Hanson -> So, Capt. Granger. As I believe we have no flying monkeys aboard this ship, it should be safe enough to release you to your quarters. No duty for you yet, but I think shore leave isn't out of the question.

Cassie Granger -> Sounds like a plan, Doc.

John Randall -> ::lift arrives, and he steps out; goes along the corridor to his cabin, goes inside::

Cassie Granger -> I think I'll make it my quarters for a while, though.

EddieFreeman -> ::cracking knuckles before going over final inventory, making a shopping list of sorts::

Gretchen Hanson -> ::makes a notation on her padd;: Alright then, on your way.

Hunter Matheson -> ::ship settles into the port:: Docking clamps engaged.

John Randall -> ::strips off his uniform, grabs a couple of towels, and goes into the head for a shower::

Dvokr chim Hok -> :: On Cassie's PADD, a somewhat mushy portion speaks to Morrison's time with Cass ::

Hunter Matheson -> Cutting engines.

Hunter Matheson -> And... we're pressurized. Good to go, Captain.

Cptn Ja'Lale -> Great thanks. Power down.

Dyan Sylvanis -> ::Enters into the Mess, getting a few looks as she passes by. Grabs a bowl of fruity hoop shaped cereal and a glass of milk. Once set, she finds an empty table and sits.::

Cassie Granger -> ::after dressing in a fresh uniform, courtesy of the quartermaster, she exits sick bay with her lollipop:::

Hunter Matheson -> Powering down to stationkeeping.

Gretchen Hanson -> (wait, you got a lollipop? Dang, I've got to keep a better eye on that jar)

Hunter Matheson -> And.. station has power and communication control.

Cassie Granger -> (::smirk: :)

Dyan Sylvanis -> ((ninja))

Cassie Granger -> (chocolate tootsie roll - the best)

Dyan Sylvanis -> ((Mmm))

John Randall -> ::finishes his shower, towels off, and goes into the bedroom to grab a change of clothes::

Cassie Granger -> ::Lift to her quarters::

Cptn Ja'Lale -> Great. Dvokr, inform the crew they are free to explore the station. Liberty for crew has been granted for the next 48 hours.

John Randall -> ::looks out his viewport after dressing, and sees they've arrived at SB 36; goes into the main room and heads for the computer terminal::

Hunter Matheson -> ::standard diagnostics:::

Cassie Granger -> ::stops inside the door to her quarters, allowing it to close behind her; she stands there a minute:::

Derrick Sabin -> ::hears the station call and thinks about his first mission now completed. I wonder what exactly it was::

Dvokr chim Hok -> +All+ We have docked at Starbase 36. All personell are allowed 48 hours of leave. Place your trays in the upright position and take care in getting luggage down in the upper compartments.

Hunter Matheson -> ::turns to stare at Hok::

Dyan Sylvanis -> ::Pours part of the milk into her cereal and quietly begins eating, ingnoring the glances she still gets once in a while.::

Cptn Ja'Lale -> You guys are free to take your leaves as well. ::to the bridge ccrew::

Hunter Matheson -> ::jerks back to the Captain:: Thank you, sir.

John Randall -> ::hears the announcement from Hok, and nods in satisfaction, seated at the terminal::

Dvokr chim Hok -> :: looks at Hunter :: I have been watching very old entertainment from Earth's history.

Gretchen Hanson -> ::looks around her now empty SB and nods with satisfaction. Goes to her office to bring up a directory of SB 36:::

EddieFreeman -> ::list compiled, puts it on a padd and begins heading to the docking port::

Hunter Matheson -> ::crooked grin:: Guess so, sir. Kind of took me by surprise. But you forgot the electronic devices part. Sure wouldn't want to ditch the ship just because a cell was on.

John Randall -> ::updates his personal log::

Hunter Matheson -> I mean, hell... this little $500 phone is going to make this billion credit ship go down, right?

John Randall -> (they still have cell phones in 2297?)

Hunter Matheson -> ::continues his docking wrapup:::

Hunter Matheson -> (Dunno. We were just doing a flash-back)

John Randall -> (heh, ok)

Cptn Ja'Lale -> (lol)

Cptn Ja'Lale -> ACTION: The Spacedock class station has all the ammenities one can hope for.

Cassie Granger -> ::drops into the easychair and reopens the padd:::

Gretchen Hanson -> (music to my ears) :: has her shopping route all mapped out::

John Randall -> (don't forget to tip your waiter/waitress)

Hunter Matheson -> (Wahlburg's here I come!)

Dvokr chim Hok -> :: Looks to Hunter :: I am going to see someone.

Cptn Ja'Lale -> (Wal-mart here I come lol)

Hunter Matheson -> ::looks up:: Roger that, sir. Got you covered.

Hunter Matheson -> ::checks the duty roster::

John Randall -> ::finishes his log, shuts down the computer, and walks over to the vid player; selects a cube, and plugs it in::

Dvokr chim Hok -> Morrison on the PADD: I hope this finds you well. Though I suppose if it does not you'll not be able to read this.

Derrick Sabin -> ::logs his findings and sends the report on to the Captain;:

Dvokr chim Hok -> Morrison on the PADD: I think I've managed to decrypt most of my father's notes and do-dads he left.

Cassie Granger -> ::can almost hear his voice as she reads:::

Hunter Matheson -> ::final check, parking break::

Hunter Matheson -> (*brake)

Cptn Ja'Lale -> ::Reading over Sabin's report::

John Randall -> ::makes himself some popcorn in the galley, and goes to make himself comfortable on the sofa, settling in to watch his favorite old movies in a marathon; a 300 year old classic series called Star Wars::

Hunter Matheson -> (or break if the cell phone was on)

Dvokr chim Hok -> Morrison on the PADD: The paper was a map that worked with the telescope

Dvokr chim Hok -> Morrison on the PADD: :: shows a map, though low res ::

Dvokr chim Hok -> Morrison on the PADD:These are maps... :: Morrison goes on describing what he thinks the maps mean ::

Cassie Granger -> ::mental note: use CMTAC to increase resolution and pinpoint location::

Cptn Ja'Lale -> ACTION: Skeleton crew comes into relieve the bridge crew at station keeping.

Hunter Matheson -> ::is relieved::

John Randall -> ::as the opening credits flash on the monitor from the first movie, thinks to himself in Yoda-ese: Like these movies I do. ::

Dyan Sylvanis -> ::Finishes up and clears her tray before leaving the Mess Hall. Not really sure what she is going to do on leave.::

Hunter Matheson -> ::exits the bridge, takes the lift to MARDET::

Hunter Matheson -> ::checkin' with the team for a visit to Walburg's::

Derrick Sabin -> ::makes a quick stop at his quarters to change into something that will get him unnoticed on the station and then debarks the ship::

John Randall -> ::loses himself in the movies, oblivious to everything around him::

Dvokr chim Hok -> Morrison: There's a chance my father is still alive if he made the right moves.

Dyan Sylvanis -> ::Roams the halls for a while.::

Gretchen Hanson -> ::after only the second shop she wonders if they have delivery service::

Cptn Ja'Lale -> ::acknowledges Sabin's report and thanks him for same, before he too leaves the bridge and heads to his quarters::

Dvokr chim Hok -> Morrison's Letter: But if I'm to remain here or be incapacitated, I want you to know it meant a lot you paid me a visit at the cabin. I'm sorry it was not a simple leave.

Hunter Matheson -> ::they're all going to McP's in civvies, so he's along for the ride::

Cassie Granger -> ::mind wanders back to Canada::

Dvokr chim Hok -> Morrison's Letter: So, if by some strange force you are pulled to this planet, make sure your approach is stealth.

Cassie Granger -> ::after several minutes she stops reading and pulls up some blueprints she's been working on:::

Cassie Granger -> ::snort:: Stealth. Got it. ::tap..tap::

Dyan Sylvanis -> ::After a short trip back to her bunk to put on a nice pair of civies, she is off to wander the station.::

EddieFreeman -> ::moving from place to place in the station, filing requisitions::

Cptn Ja'Lale -> ::Enters his quarters, gathers his things and heads into the station::

Hunter Matheson -> ::soon a group of 1/1 Forecon disembark to the station in civvies looking like... 1/1 Forecon. Hard to hide that kind of physique::

Cassie Granger -> ::design one::too large:::

Dvokr chim Hok -> :: Hok approaches whatever location Granger is in ::

Gretchen Hanson -> ::after the 3rd shop, she stops to check her progress tally against her idol, Imelda Marcos::

Cassie Granger -> ::throws it up on the monitor next to her::in her quarters::

Cassie Granger -> ::cuts a few rooms out, rearranges and changes the construction materials:::

Dyan Sylvanis -> ::Is on station, but isn't quite sure what to do so she just walks for the moment.::

Dvokr chim Hok -> I should know where she's at. :: riings the chime ::

Cassie Granger -> ::failsafe devices, a couple other....::looks up:: Come.

Cassie Granger -> ::blanks the screens:::

Hunter Matheson -> ::as they enter McP's, lucky for them the squids have already been deployed:::

Derrick Sabin -> ::comes to the station's travel store and finds himself checking out horseshoe shaped neck pillows::

Dvokr chim Hok -> :: Enters :: Captain?

Cassie Granger -> Come on in, Lieutenant.

Dvokr chim Hok -> Oh, I see you have recovered some. How are you feeling>?

Cptn Ja'Lale -> ::enters station and begins to mill about heading to the shopping decks::

Cassie Granger -> Not bad. Little weak, but that comes with the territory. Better than being six feet under.

Cassie Granger -> I won't get up, but get yourself something from the refrigerator on the wall and have a seat.

Cassie Granger -> And bring me an orange juice while you're at it.

Cassie Granger -> Thanks. ::shoves the PADD aside and slips the monitor into the desktop, its normal resting place:::

Dyan Sylvanis -> ::Sees a group of Marines ahead, but she isn't sure if she should follow them.::

Hunter Matheson -> ::doesn't take them much time before they're raising the usual ruckus::

Hunter Matheson -> ::in McP's, enjoying what you do when you're in McP's:::grin::

EddieFreeman -> ::finished with requisitions and wandering the station::

Cptn Ja'Lale -> (2 minutes)

Hunter Matheson -> O'Neill> ::spots Sylvanis outside, leans out the door and snags her arm:: come on in, Lieutenant. Got a place right here at the bar.

Gretchen Hanson -> ::enjoys shopping with a deadline..it gives her motivation;:

Dvokr chim Hok -> :: Looks :: Sure thing. :: goes and pulls out an OJ, makes it two ::

Dyan Sylvanis -> Huh? ::Gets yanked inside::

Dvokr chim Hok -> :: Gives one to Granger ::

Hunter Matheson -> O'Neill> ::almost drags her to a barstool that's already loaded with drinks from the team, like they were waiting for her::

 

Dvokr chim Hok -> Did the letter decrypt for you?

Cassie Granger -> ::raises the OJ toward him:: Thanks.

Cassie Granger -> ::pop, drink::

Cassie Granger -> Yes, it did. Not a problem.

Dvokr chim Hok -> Not that I was trying to read it.

Dyan Sylvanis -> ::Sits on the barstool, looking down at the drinks.::

Dvokr chim Hok -> News from you friend?

Cptn Ja'Lale -> PAUSE SIM

Cptn Ja'Lale -> PAUSE SIM

Cptn Ja'Lale -> PAUSE SIM

Dyan Sylvanis -> ::paused::

Cassie Granger -> ::pause::

John Randall -> ::paused::

Derrick Sabin -> paused

Gretchen Hanson -> paused

Hunter Matheson -> ::pause, just before the El Tee gets snockered:::

Cptn Ja'Lale -> Great job everyone... do you want another week at the station, or move onto the next plot?

Gretchen Hanson -> I vote moving on

Derrick Sabin -> second that

Dyan Sylvanis -> You're really trying to get me into trouble aren't you? Given the past history with bars.

EddieFreeman -> I'm good for whatever everyone else wants to do.

Cptn Ja'Lale -> All righty.

Cassie Granger -> either

Dyan Sylvanis -> I kind of want another week

Hunter Matheson -> Heh. I'd like to stay and see how the El Tee holds her liquor. or not.

Gretchen Hanson -> Just now getting down to some serious drinking?

Cptn Ja'Lale -> So we'll move onto our next plot next week.. TBS will be 3 days. YOu can of course log your shoreleaves as well

Hunter Matheson -> Hey, McP's is ... McP's. Gotta do what you gotta do.

Derrick Sabin -> ok, see you all next week

Dyan Sylvanis -> heh

Chirakis -> Well done, Challenger.

Cptn Ja'Lale -> Goodnight folks.. if there is nothing else sim dismissed