USS Challenger 04.06.2014

[STSF Jami 0]

Cptn Ja'Lale -> OK.. looks like we're good to go. Cass and Heather probably won't show up due to RL concerns, but we'll begin. TBS was 6 hours and we received orders to depart after we wrap everything up on the surface. Questions?

Cptn Ja'Lale -> BEGIN SIM

Cptn Ja'Lale -> BEGIN SIM

Cptn Ja'Lale -> BEGIN SIM

Dvokr chim Hok -> :: In the comm chair ::

John Randall -> ::in engineering, supervising the crew in Freeman's absence::

Derrick Sabin -> ::on the bridge at the science station, nearing the end of his shift::

Cptn Ja'Lale -> ACTION: We have just received the orders to depart (as in log).

Cptn Ja'Lale -> Is everybody back yet?

Gretchen Hanson -> ::comes into sick bay, just beginning her shift::

John Randall -> ::reviewing reports and requisitions::

Derrick Sabin -> ::to the captain:: I believe the entire team beamed up, sir.

Cptn Ja'Lale -> ::nods at Sabin:: Great. ::looks to the helm officer:: Set our course back to Federation space.

Dvokr chim Hok -> There is one team remaining Captain.

Gretchen Hanson -> ::things are slow right now in SB, so she opens a private message from her father:::

Derrick Sabin -> ::turns to Hok,not aware of anyone else that was down on the surface:

Cptn Ja'Lale -> Which team?

Dvokr chim Hok -> Team Gamma.

John Randall -> Davis> +Randall+ Davis to Randall.

Cptn Ja'Lale -> Team Gamma? The security folks?

John Randall -> +Davis+ Go ahead, Lieutenant.

Dvokr chim Hok -> They are confirming the sensor devices we placed so the radiation could be monitored.

Cptn Ja'Lale -> OK.. when will they come back?

Dvokr chim Hok -> :: Gets an incoming comm on his console :: Right about now Captain.

Gretchen Hanson -> ::in the letter, her father is commiserating about the outcome of a First Contact mission he was on several years ago:::

John Randall -> Davis> +Randall+ Warp engines are recalibrated and online, sir. Also, impulse engines are nominal, and the flow is green across the board.

John Randall -> Helm Officer> ::turns to the captain:: Course plotted and laid in, sir.

Cptn Ja'Lale -> Great.. let's wait for the Gamma team to beam up. Gosh, I thought they came back. ::Hok:: Tell them to hurry it up.

John Randall -> Helm Officer> Aye, sir. ::turns back to helm station::

John Randall -> +Davis+ Acknowledged, Lieutenant. Tell your team job well done. Randall out.

Dvokr chim Hok -> Gamma team is onboard Captain. We are good to go.

Cptn Ja'Lale -> Thank you, Mr Hok. Inform our Klingon escorts we're ready to to depart. ::looks to Helm:: Take us our, mister.

Dvokr chim Hok -> :: nods and contacts them ::

John Randall -> Helm Officer> Aye, sir. ::fingers fly across the panel::

Derrick Sabin -> ::glad to be leaving Klingon space::

John Randall -> ::hears the impulse engines whine, and knows they are under way::

Gretchen Hanson -> :::puzzled as to why he is writing to her about this::

Cptn Ja'Lale -> ACTION: As a possible token of goodwill, the Klingons allow the fleet to exit through the shorter route passing through their system.

John Randall -> Helm Officer> ::a few minutes later:: We are approaching the Neutral Zone, Captain; ETA for Federation space is 15 minutes, present speed.

Cptn Ja'Lale -> ACTION: This quicker route takes them past much of their planets, as well as what remains of Praxis -- mostly just chunks of rock and space dust.

Derrick Sabin -> ::notices the different flight path from the inbound one::: Captain, since we're traversing a different route out, do you want any additional scans of the area?

Cptn Ja'Lale -> Thanks ::nods to Helm::

Cptn Ja'Lale -> Sure, why not. I doubt the Klingons will mind..

Derrick Sabin -> I'll make them passive so as not to draw too much attention to our....curiosity.

John Randall -> ::receives report from Davis on the warp engines, which are running smoothly::

Cptn Ja'Lale -> Please do.

Derrick Sabin -> ::nods and sets the controls;::

Cptn Ja'Lale -> ::looks at the debris:: Hard to believe that was a moon once.

Gretchen Hanson -> ::closes the letter to re-read at a later time::

Dvokr chim Hok -> Communication out from this region is still problematic.

John Randall -> ::sends an e-mail to the doctor asking if she might be free for lunch later::

Gretchen Hanson -> ::just about to leave her office when a message notification catches her attention:::

John Randall -> ::receives a report from Michaels on the status of the EPA conduits::

Gretchen Hanson -> ::smiles at John's invitation, and replies that she's always hungy, so pick a time and place and she'll be there:

Gretchen Hanson -> *hungry

John Randall -> (that should be EPS conduits, sorry)

John Randall -> (EPA, lol)

Derrick Sabin -> ::noting that there's not much to scan as they approach the NZ::::

John Randall -> ::sees Gretchen's reply; reads it, smiles, and sends another e-mail; 1300 hours?

Derrick Sabin -> Scans complete, Captain. Not much this close to the border. One thng the Klingons do well is pick up their trash in this area.

Gretchen Hanson -> ::replies, 1300 it is. Forward lounge?:::

Cptn Ja'Lale -> Yeah, definitely.

Derrick Sabin -> I guess it's bad for the tourist trade if the place looks like a pig stye right off the bat.

John Randall -> ::receives the doctor's reply; reads it, and answers; that would be fine.::

John Randall -> Helm Officer> Now entering the Neutral Zone, Captain.

Derrick Sabin -> ::switches off the scans at the helm officer's announcement:

Cptn Ja'Lale -> Thanks. Jump to Warp 7 once we're in Federation space. Set a course back to Starbase 184.

John Randall -> Helm Officer> Starbase 184 at warp 7; aye, sir. ::fingers dance across the board::

Cptn Ja'Lale -> We'll need to off-load our excess equipment and supplies. Otherwise, you guys can enjoy a few hours' free time. Mr Hok, inform the crew of the same.

Derrick Sabin -> ::jumps for joy inside, thinks a few hours in a sonic shower should just about wash off klingon dust:::

Gretchen Hanson -> ::rounds only take a few minutes as the SB is mostly empty today::

Cptn Ja'Lale -> ACTION : Crew is informed of their liberty on SB 184, and through the magic of television, the Challenger is now arriving and preparing to dock.

Gretchen Hanson -> ::spent the "magic time" re-arranging her closet to make room for another influx of new shoes;;:

Dvokr chim Hok -> :: Communicating with the station ::

John Randall -> ::watches the crew as they prepare for the docking procedures::

Cptn Ja'Lale -> Sb 184> +Challenger+ Cleared to dock, Challenger. ::sends in docking info::

Derrick Sabin -> :::Has since retreated from the bridge to his quarters in preparation for shore leave::

John Randall -> Helm Officer> ::receives info at the station, and maneuvers the ship into position for docking::

John Randall -> Helm Officer> Challenger now ready for docking procedure, sir.

Cptn Ja'Lale -> Commence docking, please.

John Randall -> Helm Officer> Aye, sir. ::fingers play across the panel::

John Randall -> ::punches the comm button at his station:: +Hanson+ Randall to Hanson, come in, please.

Gretchen Hanson -> +Randall+ Hanson here, Mr. Randall.

John Randall -> +Hanson+ Hello, Doctor. Since we're about to dock, were you planning on going aboard the base? If so, we could grab a bite at the deli, unless you have other plans.

Derrick Sabin -> ::cuts his shower much shorter than "hours", not wanting to run afoul of regulations::

Cptn Ja'Lale -> ACTION: Challenger seamlessly docks into place; soon enough teams board the ship to take out/take in cargo and stuff.

Gretchen Hanson -> +Randall+ Absolutely I'm going ashore. The deli sounds perfect. See you there.

John Randall -> +Hanson+ Acknowledged, Doctor. I may be a little late, I have to give the starbase engineering team their assignments, so feel free to start without me.

Gretchen Hanson -> +Randall+ No problem. It'll give me a head start on my shopping.

Cptn Ja'Lale -> All right, power her down and enjoy some time off on the station. Get yourselves cleaned up after our stay on Kronos.

Dvokr chim Hok -> :: Linking with the station ::

John Randall -> +Hanson+ ::laughs:: I see. Have a good time, Doctor. Randall out.

John Randall -> Helm Officer> Powering down, sir.

Gretchen Hanson -> ::gathers herself together, wanting to be one of the first across the docking tube. Figures she can hit at least two or three shoe stores before meeting John::

John Randall -> ::turns to the crew, hits the dept. mic:: This is Randall. Shore leave has been authorized by the captain. Be back by 0700 ship's morning. Randall out.

Derrick Sabin -> ::checks in at the Sci Lab to make sure coverage is set before everyone disappears onto the base::

John Randall -> ::the starbase engineering crew comes in, and Randall shows them their jobs, turns over control to Davis, and exits engineering, heading for the turbolift, stepping in:: Deck 3.

Cptn Ja'Lale -> Great.. go ahead and get some R&R on the station ::he says as the skeleton crew takes over:: I'm gonna browse around there as well, see what I can find.

John Randall -> ::the lift arrives, and he exits, going down the corridor to his cabin; strips off his uniform, and heads to the shower::

Gretchen Hanson -> ::hits the first store with the take no prisoners attitude of a Wal-mart black friday shopper::

John Randall -> ::finishes his shower five minutes later; steps out, towels off, and puts on a new uniform; exits his cabin, and heads for the airlock::

Cptn Ja'Lale -> PAUSE SIM

Cptn Ja'Lale -> PAUSE SIM

Cptn Ja'Lale -> PAUSE SIM

Cptn Ja'Lale -> Great job, everyone!

Gretchen Hanson -> paused, with foot half inserted into a fine pair of evening pumps::

Cptn Ja'Lale -> Feel free to log your adventures on the station, we'll begin next week with a new plot. Not sure what the TBS will be

Cptn Ja'Lale -> If there is no other questions, sim dismissed. Have a great week, everyone.

John Randall -> How about 18 hours, sir?

Cptn Ja'Lale -> Sure, I suppose so.

John Randall -> should give everyone time to get into trouble, lol

Cptn Ja'Lale -> 18 hours it is

Cptn Ja'Lale -> Good night folks. See you next week