USS Challenger 04.14.2014

[STSF Jami 0]

Cptn Ja'Lale -> Last week, the Challenger completed its mission at Starbase 184 and is undergoing resupply and upgrades. The crew have been given liberty on the station until it is completed in a few hours

Cptn Ja'Lale -> TBS was 18 hours.

Cptn Ja'Lale -> BEGIN SIM

Cptn Ja'Lale -> BEGIN SIM

Cptn Ja'Lale -> BEGIN SIM

Cassie Granger -> ::buried in reports::

John Randall -> ::on board the ship, having returned from lunch with the doctor, slept for 11 hours; now dressed in civvies, is watching the third game of the Centauran World Series, sent to him by his brother via a cube::

Hunter Matheson -> ::wandering the station with his buddies, looking for trouble most likely::

Gretchen Hanson -> ::in her quarters sorting the new shoe purchases::

Dvokr chim Hok -> :: Drinking a hot beverage at a station lounge ::

Cptn Ja'Lale -> ::enjoying some rare time off, drinking a drink in his quarters having just spent most of the day in the station::

John Randall -> ::the computer terminal beeps, and gets up to answer it, pausing the game::

Derrick Sabin -> ::back on the bridge after his tour of the Starbase:::

H.G. Reed -> :: Enjoying a cup of tea at a small cafe on the station. ::

Dvokr chim Hok -> :: Has another PADD at his side, taking any calls on the bridge of the Challenger and routing them to him ::

John Randall -> ::is informed by the communications officer that a private call is waiting for him; has it piped down to his cabin::

Dyan Sylvanis -> ::Is on station herself, in actual civilian clothes for a change and not her usual shorts and tee shirt.::

John Randall -> ::Is surprised to see his mother's face appear on the screen::

Dvokr chim Hok -> :: Reading something from Morrison, for him oddly enough. Some background regarding communications between departments, governments...tiny tidbits ::

John Randall -> Denise Randall> Johnny! It's great to see you, son. How are you doing?

Hunter Matheson -> ::having a drink with his bro, spots trouble and ducks out just before the brawl breaks out::

Dvokr chim Hok -> :: His padd beeps and Hok jumps out of his couch :: +Ja'Lale+ Captain, you have an incoming message from the starbase.

H.G. Reed -> :: Sips her tea quietly, watching the pedestrian traffic. ::

Cassie Granger -> ::sign, sign, sign...check... sign:::

Cptn Ja'Lale -> ::Lounging in his couch, and puts down the holo-novel he was reading:: +Hok+ THank you Lt. Patch it through.

Dvokr chim Hok -> +Ja'lale+ I'm on the starbase, shall I rout it to.. right. Patching the message to your location.

Hunter Matheson -> ::dodges flying bodies while standing outside the bar::

John Randall -> ::smiles fondly:: Hi, Mom. I'm doing great. You look good. How is everyone?

Dyan Sylvanis -> ::Steps up behind Kal.:: Looks nasty in there.

Gretchen Hanson -> Adm. Middleton> +Ja'Lale+ Good morning Captain. I trust your ship and crew are fully refurbished?

Hunter Matheson -> ::sharp turn:: Yes, ma'am. They're... not a good mix, grunts and squids.

Cptn Ja'Lale -> ::sits up n his seat:: Yes, I'd say so. The Challenger's resupply is almst complete as well.

Hunter Matheson -> ::blush:: No offense, ma'am.

H.G. Reed -> :: Hears a commotion at another establishment down the passage and cocks her head curiously, peering at the pub and wondering what is happening. ::

Dvokr chim Hok -> :: Finding himself routing other calls.. perhaps it's time to take his drink onboard ::

Gretchen Hanson -> Adm. Middleton> Excellent. How soon can you be ready to depart?

John Randall -> Denise> Everyone is good here, son. John, you sent me a message about four days ago. You stated you had fulfilled a lifelong ambition. What did you do, honey?

Cptn Ja'Lale -> +Middleton+ We can be ready to depart in four hours.

Dyan Sylvanis -> ::Smirks as she folded her arms.:: Who started it this time?

John Randall -> ::fills his mother in on the covert mission, and admonishes her not to tell anyone else::

Hunter Matheson -> This time, ma'am? ::mock hurt:: Well... you know they always start it. We're the ones who finish.

Gretchen Hanson -> Adm. Middleton> +Ja'Lale+ Good. I have a sticky one for you on your next mission. how's your diplomatic skills these days?

Hunter Matheson -> We don't start fights...

Cptn Ja'Lale -> +Middleton+ A little rusty, but I can still hold my own.

Derrick Sabin -> ::checking the latest updates to the science station computer programs::

Hunter Matheson -> ::dodges another body, stepping farther out into the promenade::

Cassie Granger -> ::stands to crack her back before moving out into Marine central:::

Dyan Sylvanis -> ::Steps away from the door.:: Oh my...

Dvokr chim Hok -> :: Moments pass and Hok transverses to Challenger ::

John Randall -> Denise> ::frowning, then sighs:: Well, I'm glad it's over too, son. Maybe now you can put all of it behind you, and move on with your career. I'm proud of you, honey.

Hunter Matheson -> Uh.. yeah. Think we better move...

Gretchen Hanson -> Adm. Middleton> +Ja'Lale+ Well we're going to put that to the test, Captain. You're on your way to the Bolarian system to sort out a trade problem.

Hunter Matheson -> ::gestures:: Tea place just down the way. That suit you?

Hunter Matheson -> ::smirk:: Don't think they brawl there.

H.G. Reed -> :: Goes back to watching the passers by. ::

Dyan Sylvanis -> ::Nods.:: Yeah, and I'd rather avoid what happened last shoreleave.

Cptn Ja'Lale -> ::rubs chin:: Mmm. Interesting.

Hunter Matheson -> ::smirk disappears:: Uh.. yeah.. about that...

Dvokr chim Hok -> :: Goes to a wall console to see where Granger had gotten to ::

Hunter Matheson -> ::leads the way to the tea room::

John Randall -> ::smiles:: Thanks, Mom. I know you were tired of it, but I made a promise to myself I would not rest until I avenged Dad. Now, I can move on. It's great to talk to you, I miss all of you. I'll try to get to Centaurus the next time we're close to Alpha Centauri.

Cassie Granger -> ::Marine deck, getting ready for a spar:::

Cassie Granger -> ::tee and shorts::on the mat with a bulked up Cpl... too bulked up, actually::

Dvokr chim Hok -> Marine deck :: Hok said to himself. He'd never been there since they got most of the deck. He made his way there ::

Gretchen Hanson -> Adm. Middleton> +Ja'Lale+ I'll send you more info after you're on your way. There's a bit of consternation coming up from StarFleet HQ about this, but I'd rather not discuss it on an open channel.

Dyan Sylvanis -> ::Walks with Kal to the tearoom.::

H.G. Reed -> :: A Vulcan leading several small children momentarily catches her attention. ::

Hunter Matheson -> ::holds the entry open for her::

John Randall -> Denise> Don't you worry about that, son. I know you'll come when you can. I have to go now, Johnny, my time is almost up. I love you, my darling. You take care and be safe.

Dyan Sylvanis -> ::Smiles softly as she enters.::

Cptn Ja'Lale -> +Middleton+ I see, from what I understand, the situation is sticky over there.

Cassie Granger -> ::slow circle, waiting for him to attack, seeing that he's anxious to take down the CO::

H.G. Reed -> :: One of the children begins to cry, the caretaker picks her up and carries her along. ::

Hunter Matheson -> Uh... table over there... ::cranes his neck:: And I see Lt Reed.

Gretchen Hanson -> Adm. Middleton> +Ja'Lale+ Let's just say that the commodity in question is absolutely vital for the Federation. We must keep the trade agreement open.

H.G. Reed -> :: Engrossed in the tableaux. ::

John Randall -> ::smiles:: I love you, too, Mom. Give my best to everyone, and tell them I'll be there as soon as I get a chance. ::closes the channel, and sits back in his chair, a little sad::

Hunter Matheson -> ::breaks the crowd to lead Sylvanis to the table, then pulls out a chair for her::

Cassie Granger -> ::relaxed, still waiting for his attack, ignoring the instructor who stands nearby::

Cptn Ja'Lale -> ::Nods:: +MIddleton+ Of course, and we'll do everything in our power to ensure it stays open. I look forward to reading more about the situation there later on.

H.G. Reed -> :: Notices Hunter and smiles at him. ::

Cassie Granger -> ::she steps easily aside when he dives for her:::

Hunter Matheson -> ::polite nod to Reed:: Ma'am.

John Randall -> ::gets up from the chair, and decides a workout is in order; changes into exercise clothes, and leaves his cabin, heading for the turbolift::

Dyan Sylvanis -> Thanks. ::Takes a seat.:: Wow this place is a little more fancy than what I expected. Probably doesn't get very many Marines here.

Gretchen Hanson -> Adm. Middleton> +Ja'Lale+ Actually, with your permission Captain, I think I'd like to address both you and your senior officers at your next briefing.

Dvokr chim Hok -> :: Enters the Marine deck...decidedly not a marine ::

Hunter Matheson -> ::back to Sylvanis:: Been here a few times...::takes his seat:: not too many Marines, no.

H.G. Reed -> Hunter. :: Smiles again. ::

John Randall -> ::steps into the car:: Rec Deck. ::the lift whisks him away::

Cassie Granger -> ::circles again as her opponent gets to his feet::

Cptn Ja'Lale -> +Middleton+ Of course, Admiral. We'll be ready whenever you are.

Dyan Sylvanis -> ::Looks over at the girl Kal greeted.:: Oh I know her. Um....actually I don't think I've actually been introduced though. Navigator though, right?

Dvokr chim Hok -> :: Finds Granger, but she's busy, just watches from a distance ::

John Randall -> ::the lift arrives, and he steps out; goes down the corridor to the recreation room, and goes in::

Hunter Matheson -> ::waving a server over:: Yes, ma'am. Navigator. You... have any special kind of tea you like?

Gretchen Hanson -> Adm. Middleton> +Ja'Lale+ Good. Send me a signal once you leave the base and pull everyone together. I understand that some of your latest missions have had, shall we say, some details kept from you. None of that here. As I said, it's going to be difficult enough as it is. Everyone needs to be on the same page.

Cassie Granger -> ::eyes focused, still circling, finally speaks:: Relax, Corporal. Move slowly. Watch your opponent.

John Randall -> ::walks over to a hanging bag, and decides to work on his kickboxing skills; throws a few punches, a

H.G. Reed -> :: Takes another sip of tea and goes back to people watching, preoccupied. ::

Cassie Granger -> Wait for me to come, then counter.

John Randall -> ::then unleashes a few kicks::

Cptn Ja'Lale -> ::smiles:: +Middleton+ That would be a welcome change, Admiral. I will let you know once we depart.

Dyan Sylvanis -> ::Thinks a moment.:: I'll keep it simple. Green tea with a bit of honey.

Cassie Granger -> ::but he dives again, she steps forward and takes him in a wrist lock:::

Gretchen Hanson -> Adm. Middleton> +Ja'Lale+ Excellent. Middleton out. :::cuts transmission:::

Hunter Matheson -> Roger that, ma'am. ::server:: Green tea, honey on the side. I'll have the same.

John Randall -> ::as he progresses through his workout, his memory of the fight with the Klingon Krenn creeps in, and, unaware of it, begins to attack the bag viciously::

Cptn Ja'Lale -> ::Nods and rubs chin:: Well, that didn't take long.

Derrick Sabin -> ::not terribly happy with update 8.1:::

Derrick Sabin -> ::making the best of it though:::

Gretchen Hanson -> ::wonders if Engineering can modify a bulkhead to create more closet space::

Cassie Granger -> ::kid can't move, the lock getting more painful as he struggles:: Relax.

John Randall -> ::unleashes a spinning roundhouse kick that actually knocks the bag loose from its holder, and the bag flies against the wall::

H.G. Reed -> :: Strikes up a conversation with the server who is refreshing her cup. :: Is there a nursery on this station?

Hunter Matheson -> So... get any flight time in?

Derrick Sabin -> ::tests an IM link down to the Sci Lab::

H.G. Reed -> Server > Yes miss. This station has facilities to house families.

Cassie Granger -> ::she lets him go, he bounces up to tackle her, Cass ducks, rolls, and knocks his feet out from under him, then pins him to the mat::

Cassie Granger -> ::instructor calls off the spar::

John Randall -> ::suddenly realizes a small crowd had gathered to watch him, among them his friend Lieutenant (j.g.) Jeff Michaels, who is grinning at him::

Hunter Matheson -> ::the server comes with their tea::

H.G. Reed -> :: Nods. :: Interesting. I am assuming the families are those of the officers assigned here? Perhaps the pilot program I have heard of?

Cassie Granger -> ::turns to grab a towel and notices Hok::

Cptn Ja'Lale -> ::picks up his glass of coffee and looks at the chrono::

Dvokr chim Hok -> :: Claps for Granger ::

Gretchen Hanson -> ::checks the time, nearly due for her shift to begin::

John Randall -> Michaels> Glad I wasn't on the other end of that, John; you all right?

Cassie Granger -> ::wrapping the towel around her neck, she saunters toward him, shaking her head:: Mr. Hok.

Dyan Sylvanis -> Mostly simulator action. ::Smirks.:: But later on this evening Shadow is scheduled for some flight time while Challenger is still docked. ::Carefully takes her tea.::

H.G. Reed -> Server > Yes. My wife works on the engineering crew.

Cptn Ja'Lale -> ::sets the holo-book mark and heads back up to the bridge with his coffee::

Dvokr chim Hok -> A most excellent demonstration Granger.

Dvokr chim Hok -> Remind me not to challenge you any time...at all.

Hunter Matheson -> I.. uh.. don't suppose you have tandem in those things? ::fiddles with his cup for a bit::

H.G. Reed -> :: Looks curious. :: How long have you been here?

H.G. Reed -> Server > Almost a year. Would you like anything else, miss?

Derrick Sabin -> ::sees the Captain entering the bridge and sits up a little straighter:::

John Randall -> ::grins back:: Yeah, I'm fine. ::walks over to the bench and grabs a towel, wiping himself down:: You getting in some workout time?

Cassie Granger -> ::snort::takes him aside:: Corporal's too bulked up, needs some paring down and agility training. That's what the instructor's working on right now. ::wipes her face::

H.G. Reed -> Might you have currant scones?

Dyan Sylvanis -> ::Nods.:: Of course. Most of our fighters come equipped to accommodate a navigator.

John Randall -> Michaels> ::shrugs:: Yeah, actually got a little bored on the base, so thought I'd work off some tension.

Dvokr chim Hok -> He could knock me around though.

Hunter Matheson -> So... ::face lights up:: think I could.. you know.... ::hopeful:::

Dvokr chim Hok -> Heck, the cook could knock me over with little thought.

Cptn Ja'Lale -> We have new orders, and will need to depart ASAP. Comm, please recall the crew back to the ship, within the next 15 minutes.

H.G. Reed -> Waiter > Fresh from the oven. I'll be right back with them.

Cptn Ja'Lale -> ::Looks at the dude at Communications::

Cassie Granger -> ::chuckle:: I doubt that.

Dvokr chim Hok -> Quite a different feeling on this deck... even just walking around.

John Randall -> ::nods:: Nothing wrong with that, my friend. Got a call from my mom a little bit ago.

Cassie Granger -> ::water from the fountain:: Different smell, too. ::grin:: Anyway, how can I help you?

John Randall -> Michaels> Oh, yeah? How is she?

Dvokr chim Hok -> I got a message from our.. or your friend.

Cassie Granger -> ::towel around her neck, hands pulling it tight against her neck::

Dyan Sylvanis -> Hmm? ::Sipping her tea, oblivious for a moment.:: Oh! You want to go for a ride? Sure, I think we could manage that.

Cassie Granger -> Really...

Dvokr chim Hok -> Seems he's playing a waiting game on Coridan, wrote at length about his knowledge of communications.

John Randall -> She's doing good, thanks. Filled me in on what's going on with the family, and all that. Is Steve in engineering?

Gretchen Hanson -> ::hears the imminent departure announcement and knows she'll be having customers arrive at Sick Bay after 18 hours on the base;::

H.G. Reed -> :: Glances over at Hunter and sees him deep in conversation Decides not to interrupt. ::

Hunter Matheson -> ::blows out a breath:: You know how I am with craft, ma'am. Anything and everything I can get my hands on.

Dvokr chim Hok -> I guess he feels he needs to gain the trust of those around him before he gets more friendly.

John Randall -> Michaels> ::checks a chronometer:: Yeah, actually he's set to come off duty in about 15 minutes.

Hunter Matheson -> I mean... fighter craft, SW craft, that kind of thing... not... crafty... ::blush::

Gretchen Hanson -> ::sighs at the mess of her shoes on the floor. Basically kicks them inside the closet and heads out for Sick Bay.:::

Hunter Matheson -> ::tea suddenly becomes important::

Dvokr chim Hok -> :: Hands Granger a padd :: I did not read, nor can I.

Cptn Ja'Lale -> Comm Dude> +Challenger Crew+ Be advised, crews are to report back to CHallenger in the next 15 minutes.

Cassie Granger -> ::takes the padd, studying Hok a bit before accessing it::

John Randall -> ::nods:: Ok, I'll grab a shower, and go relieve him. See you later.

Dyan Sylvanis -> I know what you meant. ::Grins as she too takes a sip.::

Dvokr chim Hok -> :: Hears the comm from his counterpart::

Cassie Granger -> ::then hears the comm::

Hunter Matheson -> ::expletive:: Looks like we're up. ::server:: Hey.. can we get this to go?

Hunter Matheson -> ::and a pair of to-go cups are set down::

John Randall -> ::Michaels and Randall hear the comm, and grin at each other; waves at Michaels, and heads for the lift:: Deck 3.

Gretchen Hanson -> :::enters SB and takes a quick report from the previous shift staff:::

H.G. Reed -> :: Takes her scones to go. Leaves the waiter a nice tip. ::

Cassie Granger -> :::pages quickly through the data, erases it, then hands it back:: Thank you, Mr. Hok. Looks like you're on.

Derrick Sabin -> ::makes an IM call down to the lab to make sure everyone is either back from the station or acknowledging "on their way" ::::

John Randall -> ::the lift arrives; exits the car, and goes down the corridor to his cabin; goes in, strips off his clothes, and heads for the shower::

Dvokr chim Hok -> Thanks, surely your message was decently long.. or are you a speed reader?

Hunter Matheson -> ::digs in his pocket, leaves a good deal on the table and takes their cups to lead her out::

Cassie Granger -> ::slight grin:: You get to read things really quickly in this line of work. Sometimes you only have a few seconds.

H.G. Reed -> :: Quickly heads down the promenade towards the docking ring. ::

Dvokr chim Hok -> :: takes the PADD ::

Dvokr chim Hok -> I'll regale my message another time soon.

John Randall -> ::finishes his shower, towels off, and heads to the bedroom; puts on a uniform, and heads back to the lift, stepping in:: Deck 12.

Derrick Sabin -> :::receives the reply that all are present and accounted for::

Cassie Granger -> As soon as possible. If we're leaving that soon, I expect it's not routine.

Cassie Granger -> From what I saw, Coridan can wait. ::nod:: See you on the bridge.

Dyan Sylvanis -> ::Heads out with Kal, noticing Reed was on her way out too.::

John Randall -> ::the lift arrives, and he steps out; goes down the corridor to engineering, and goes in; heading for the main console, spots Steve Davis::

Hunter Matheson -> ::grabs some scones and fresh cookies on his way out, paying in record time:::

Hunter Matheson -> ::Dyan:: Here you go, ma'am. You'll like these too.

Gretchen Hanson -> ::the expected trickle of patients begins to arrive, those who tried to squeeze in just a little too much at the station::

Dvokr chim Hok -> :: Nods :: See you there.. :: leaves ::

Hunter Matheson -> ::gentle hand on her back, moving her though the crowd:::

John Randall -> Lieutenant Davis, you are relieved. ::grins at him:: Good job here, my friend, now get out of here, and go relax. That's an order.

Hunter Matheson -> ::paving the way::

H.G. Reed -> :: Moves along quickly, trying not to get lost in the crowd, muttering about being vertically challenged under her breath. ::

Cptn Ja'Lale -> PAUSE SIM

Cptn Ja'Lale -> PAUSE SIM

Cptn Ja'Lale -> PAUSE SIM

Cptn Ja'Lale -> Great job. Next week, we will be ready to depart and head to our next destination.

Cptn Ja'Lale -> TBS I guess will be a few hours?

Cptn Ja'Lale -> Will we all be available for next week?

Cptn Ja'Lale -> OK. Tentatively, we'll go ahead as usual.

Cptn Ja'Lale -> If there is nothing else, sim dismissed. Have a great week folks.