USS Challenger, January 12, 2018

[STSF Jami 0]

Cptn Ja'Lale: USS Challenger Mission Brief - 12 January 2018 : The Challenger has arrived at a planet in Klingon Space to begin a medical mission to deliver supplies and treat patients affected by the Praxis Explosion three years prior. The crew is now preparing to send a team down to the surface. TBS was a few minutes.

Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM
Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM

Dyan Sylvanis: ::Is in the TR, waiting on the team.::
John Randall: ::overseeing the crew in engineering::
Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Challenger is being hailed from the surface by an unknown party.
Hunter Matheson: :::in the TR, checking his gear::
Cptn Ja'Lale: ::on the bridge, overseeing the supply transport::
Hunter Matheson: ::checks the charge in his phaser, and it's pretty good, so he holsters it::
Dvokr chim Hok: :: In the transporter room ::
Hunter Matheson: Dork> ::at helm:: Want me to get that, captain?
Cptn Ja'Lale: Yes, please..
John Randall: ::receives order from the bridge for an engineer to join the away team, so he assigns Jeff Michaels; Michaels gets his gear and makes his way to the TR::
Hunter Matheson: Dork> +com+ Unknown party, come in. Identify yourself.
Hunter Matheson: Dork> You're on, sir. ::captain::
Dyan Sylvanis: ::Checks her gears, before stepping up on the pad.:: Everyone here?
Hunter Matheson: ::steps up:: Yes, ma'am.
John Randall: ::Michaels arrives at the TR and steps up onto the dais:: Yes.
Cptn Ja'Lale: ::Audio only:: This is Jacobs from Starfleet Intel. Can you and your team beam down to these coordinates? ::sends coordinates to Ja'Lale's console:: Some things we need to talk about.
Cptn Ja'Lale: ::sends SF Ident codes as well::
Cptn Ja'Lale: +Jacobs+. We'll be there. Challenger out.
Heather Jamieson: :: Down in some isolated section of the ship working on some science data ::
Cptn Ja'Lale: OK. You have the conn ::to the ranking officer on the bridge as he leaves for the turbo lift::
Cptn Ja'Lale: +TR Chief+ Hold transport till I get down, please.
John Randall: +Michaels+ Be careful down there; holler if you need anything.
Hunter Matheson: ::glance around::
Cptn Ja'Lale: ::quickly ascends down to the TR room and enters::
Dyan Sylvanis: ::Curious look. She steps down and taps a button on the TR console.:: +Ja'Lale+ Is there a problem, Sir?
John Randall: Michaels> +Randall+ Will do, chief. Michaels out.
Dyan Sylvanis: ::Looks at the Captain.:: Sir?
Hunter Matheson: ::waits::
Cptn Ja'Lale: ::walks in and up to Dyan:: No, but there is a change of plan. The medical team and th engineering team will transport down to the surface as planned. There is a change of plan for us senior crew (i.e. all of you). We're to beam down to these coordinates outside of the town centre to meet up with someone from SF Intel.
John Randall: Michaels> ::checks his toolkit one more time::
Cptn Ja'Lale: ::Looks around:: We all here? Where's LT. Randall?
Hunter Matheson: ::without changing his expression, he's thinking this is going south::
Dvokr chim Hok: Intel?
Dyan Sylvanis: Starfleet Intel? Seriously? ::Doesn't like the sound of this.::
Cptn Ja'Lale: Indeed.
John Randall: Michaels> The chief assigned me, sir. John is helping out with the impulse engines.
John Randall: Michaels> He didn't like the sound of them when we slipped into orbit, so he ordered an overhaul.
Heather Jamieson: :: Pouring over data collected earlier ::
Cptn Ja'Lale: I see. I've a feeling we may need his services soon enough though. In the meantime, please join our team to meet the intel guy.
John Randall: Michaels> Aye, sir, wherever you need me.
Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The medical and engineering teams beam down to the surface with the medical and engineering supplies as planned.
Cptn Ja'Lale: ::gives the coordinates to the Transporter Chief:: Beam us down there. ::heads to the TR pads::
John Randall: ::overseeing the team working on the impulse engines; one is dismantled, and he does not like what he sees::
Cptn Ja'Lale: Action: The team beams down to the surface - a remote area outside of the main town. A long small building is nearby surrounded by hills and mountains of the area.
Dvokr chim Hok: :: Steps on the pad ::
Hunter Matheson: :::beams, checks the perimeter, weapon deployed::
John Randall: Michaels> ::looks around nervously, he's never been in Klingon space before, outside the ship, that is::
Hunter Matheson: ::check, secures::
Dvokr chim Hok: The air here is...
Dyan Sylvanis: ::Keeps an eye out as she arrives at the destination.::
Hunter Matheson: Looks secure, Captain.
Hunter Matheson: (you are there, right cap?)
Cptn Ja'Lale: ::nods:: Let's head towards that building.
Cptn Ja'Lale: (Yep)
Cptn Ja'Lale: ::reading his PADD as he goes::
John Randall: ::aboard the ship, sends a cadet to cargo bay 3 for parts, and they begin the overhaul::
Hunter Matheson: ::takes point::
John Randall: Michaels> ::trying to remember the guidelines of being on an away team::
Dvokr chim Hok: :: Looks around ::
Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The building is a small nondescript one storey building of typical Klingon construction. As they approach a lone Klingon guard looks at them and moves aside to let them through.
Dvokr chim Hok: Their architecture is...interesting.
Cptn Ja'Lale: Yeah, I suppose it is.
Hunter Matheson: ::checking out the guard as they enter::
Dyan Sylvanis: ::Looking at the guard for a moment, before she moves in as well.::
John Randall: Michaels> ::scans the interior of the building with his tricorder::
Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Inside is also typical Klingon. There are several Klingons inside as well as two humans excluding the Challenger crew.
John Randall: Michaels> ::regards the Klingons with a jaundiced eye::
Dvokr chim Hok: Hmm
Hunter Matheson: ::smells like a Klingon in here, but it is Klingon space:::
Hunter Matheson: ::figures the Klingons don't like the smell of humans, either::
Hunter Matheson: @ Dork> ::fiddling with the helm console::
Cptn Ja'Lale: ::The team is ushered into the building towards a small office in the back of the building::
John Randall: Michaels> ::to Ja'Lale:: Captain, the background radiation readings are below safety levels, sir. We should be fine as long as we stay in this building.
Cptn Ja'Lale: ::Inside the office are two human Starfleet officers, two younger looking men in SF attire:: Ja'Lale> ::nods:: That's good.
Hunter Matheson: ::mumble:: Great. Radiation.
Dyan Sylvanis: :;Eyes the two men as she flanks the Captain.::
Dvokr chim Hok: ghaH 'ej Duvan vo' DIvI'.
Hunter Matheson: ::takes position on the cap's alternate flank::
John Randall: Michaels> ::remembering what John has told him about SI agents, thinks these two gents definitely qualify::
Cptn Ja'Lale: Klingon> Mm. ::grunts::
Dvokr chim Hok: Finally get to practice Klingon.
Hunter Matheson: ::side glance at Hok, wondering where he learned it::
Cptn Ja'Lale: Man>. Hi, thanks for coming in. I'm Lt Jacobs of Starfleet Intel. Follow us, would you? ::invites them into a back meeting room:: Need anything? Water, something to eat? It's all imported in and is safe for consumption.
Hunter Matheson: ::follows, checking the area, not really listening to the man::
Dvokr chim Hok: I've not spoken it in...a long time.
John Randall: Michaels> ::enters the room, looking nervously around, is on full guard::
Hunter Matheson: ::Hok:: So... I gotta ask - how?
Cptn Ja'Lale: Jacobs> Have a seat..
Dvokr chim Hok: I'm the comms officer, or at least I was. Part of my job
Hunter Matheson: ::takes position behind the captain::
John Randall: Michaels> ::sits down opposite the captain::
Hunter Matheson: ::nod to Hok::
Dvokr chim Hok: The thought was if there was a major conflict it would be either the Klingons or the Romulans.
Hunter Matheson: ::Hok, vq:: Not exactly a good subject in here, sir.
Dyan Sylvanis: ::Standing by Kal.::
John Randall: Michaels> ::continues taking scans::
Cptn Ja'Lale: ::Takes a seat at the table::
Dvokr chim Hok: If they can't take the reality.. I am merely stating Starfleet's desire for communication.
John Randall: @ ::aboard the ship, the overhaul hits a snag as John finds a major problem; swears under his breath as he finds what he was hoping he wouldn't::
Hunter Matheson: ::checking out the s3 guys, wondering what they have in mind::
Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM
Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM
Hunter Matheson: done
John Randall: ;;paused::
Cptn Ja'Lale: OK, we'll find out what they have in store for us next week. No TBS. Any questions?
Hunter Matheson: none
Cptn Ja'Lale: If not, have a great week.. and a good long weekend if you have one.