USS Challenger - February 2, 2018

[STSF Jami 0]

Cptn Ja'Lale: USS Challenger Mission Brief - 2 Feb 2018: The Challenger senior crew (ie all of us) have been assigned to a covert mission to a. rescue a missing crew from a rogue Klingon faction. The crew are travelling to a remote stretch of Klingon space on board the IKS Klongat, a B'Rel Class Bird of Prey supplied by an influential house with a blood feud with the leader
Cptn Ja'Lale: Crews are now ready to beam aboard the Klongat. TBS was 12 hours... any questions?

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

John Randall: ::in the transporter room poised on the dais, ready to beam over::
Cptn Ja'Lale: ::steps on the pad as well::
John Randall: ::armed with his phaser and a four inch dagger clipped to his belt::
Cptn Ja'Lale: All right, hope you've all packed and didn't forget anything
Cptn Ja'Lale: +Klongat+. Ja'Lale to Klongat.. we're ready for transport
Dyan Sylvanis: ::Is geared up and ready. ::
John Randall: ::hopes the Klingon Krenn doesn't have any relatives onboard the Klingon ship::
Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Everyone is beamed aboard the Klongat.
Caitlin Townshend: ::materializes aboard a Klingon ship for the first time, looks around::
Caitlin Townshend: ::smells... around::
Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: They are met by several burly looking Klingons. The larger one in the centre smiled..
John Randall: ::looks around the rather dimly lit room::
John Randall: ::instantly goes on guard as he sees the welcoming party::
Hunter Matheson: (Just got in)
Dvokr chim Hok: :: Can't wait to speak Klingon ::
Cptn Ja'Lale: Klingon> Ahh! Welcome aboard the Klongat. I'm Captain Gronk, of the House Tar'Mok.
John Randall: ::waits to see how the Klingons respond to Ja'Lale::
Cptn Ja'Lale: Thanks Captain.
Cptn Ja'Lale: ::introduces himself and his crew::
Hunter Matheson: ::sticking close to Townshend, as promised:::
Caitlin Townshend: ::trying hard not to telegraph her nervousness, shifts the strap on her shoulder bag::
Dvokr chim Hok: bel 'e' 'eH tlhIngan Duj, tIj
John Randall: ::watches the Klingons warily::
Dyan Sylvanis: ::Smirks.::
Hunter Matheson: ::blink::
Hunter Matheson: ::knows Syl can take care of herself and then some::
Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk & the KLingons> ::regard Ja'Lale with curiosity:: ::to Hok:: Not bad...
Dvokr chim Hok: pongwIj 'oH dvokr, tuq hok :: entends hand ::
Dvokr chim Hok: I do speak it Captain, at least one of their dialects
Cptn Ja'Lale: That's good... I'm sure it'll prove useful.
John Randall: ::lets his hand rest on the butt of his phaser::
Dvokr chim Hok: (Glad that was the phaser)
John Randall: ((could have been the dagger, but don't want to start a fight.......yet))
Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk>. It's good that your familiar with our language. I should expect as much from the communications officers. You'll all serve aboard this sip in equivalent positions as yours on the Challenger. Captain, you'll serve as my XO for this mission. My previous one was lucky enough to reach Sto-Vo-Kor in our last mission...
Hunter Matheson: ::standing his ground, taking in everything he can:::
Caitlin Townshend: ::Matheson:: (q) "Sto-Vo-Kor"?
Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk> We'll give you the proper training to use our systems.
John Randall: ::keeps a poker face as he listens to the Klingon::
Dyan Sylvanis: ::Quietly to Caitlin.:: It's where honorable warriors go when they die.
Hunter Matheson: ::his eyes glance in her direction:: (q) More like hell, but they like it.
Caitlin Townshend: Fascinating.
Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk> In the meantime, feel free to settle in. Crewman Sharg here ::gestures to a young looking Klingon man:: Will escort you to your accommodations... though it's certainly not as cushy as your Federation luxury liner.
Hunter Matheson: ::Syl:: You sticking with her? ::refers to Townshend::
Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk>. We don't have much in the way of leisure activities, but you can grab a meal in the mess with the crew or hone your skills in the sparring areas in the ship.
John Randall: ::thinks to himself, 'With their military budget, they could build better ships'::
Dyan Sylvanis: ::Nods to Kal.:: I imagine we'll be bunked together.
Dvokr chim Hok: I am hungry Cap... first officer Ja'Lale
Cptn Ja'Lale: Can head to the mess and see what they have on menu? I'm keen to try some of the food they have.
Hunter Matheson: (q) If bunk is the right word. I'm pretty sure they put you on a slab.
Hunter Matheson: ::Hands Syl a sack of MREs and energy bars so they can get through::
Dvokr chim Hok: If live food is your thing...sure
Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk> Indeed, I recommend the targ and the warnog. We'll be getting underway shortly. If you need me, I'll be in the bridge.
Dyan Sylvanis: ::Grins.:: Just think of it like camping...on a really...really hard surface.
Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk>. ::heads off::
Hunter Matheson: ::eyeroll::
Dyan Sylvanis: ::To Gronk.:: Uh Captain. I trust with Federation officers on board, the standard Klingon promotion traditions will not be in play?
John Randall: ::resolves to change a food replicator to Federation Standard meals first chance he gets::
Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk> ::stops:: Yes, since your temporary here, that's right. You all have your places, the crew knows this, and our ranking hierarchy won't apply for you.
Dvokr chim Hok: :: Goes to the mess ::
Dyan Sylvanis: ::Nods.:: Excellent.
Cptn Ja'Lale: ::also heads to the mess::
Dyan Sylvanis: :;After he leaves.:: Another reason I told everyone to bring a blade.
John Randall: steps forward and addresses the Klingons:: Which one of you is the engineer?
Caitlin Townshend: Shall we see for ourselves how dire this food is?
Dyan Sylvanis: ::Sighs in relief.:: At least we don't have to worry about subordinates trying to kill us for our jobs now.
Hunter Matheson: ::Sharg:: Think we can drop our gear first, before we head to the mess?
Dyan Sylvanis: ::Nods.:: I'm up for trying to food.
Dyan Sylvanis: *the
Hunter Matheson: ::nods to Syl::
Cptn Ja'Lale: Marek>. That would be me, I'm the chief engineering officer Marek. You're the Federation engineer? ::to Randall::
Hunter Matheson: ::following the food chain::
Cptn Ja'Lale: Sharg> Yes, this way. ::guides them to their quarters, a bunch of Klingon bunk beds assembled together in a small room:: You'll all be staying together.
Hunter Matheson: ::figures they must be pretty hungry:::
John Randall: ::Marek:: That's correct. Are you on a dinner break, or can you take me to engineering now? I'd like to get started learning your terminology and technology.
Cptn Ja'Lale: Marek> We can go whenever you want. I would like to get back to engineering anyway.
John Randall: ::nods:: That suits me. ::tosses his duffel bag on a nearby bunk:: I'm ready when you are.
Cptn Ja'Lale: Marek> Mm. Let's go then. ::heads to engineering, expecting Randall to follow::
John Randall: ::falls in behind the Klingon, his eyes darting everywhere, taking in his surroundings::
Caitlin Townshend: ::enters the mess with the others::
Cptn Ja'Lale: Ja'Lale>. ::drops off his stuff in the XO's quarters before returning with the others to head to the mess::
Hunter Matheson: :::enters last:::
Cptn Ja'Lale: ::A bunch of Klingons look up at the Federation crew, especially at the giant green turtle::
Dyan Sylvanis: ::Claims a slab, putting her stuff on it.::
Dyan Sylvanis: ::Then follows everyone to the mess hall.::
John Randall: ::arrives with Marek in engineering, looks around the department, taking it all in, and ignoring the looks he gets from other Klingons::
Caitlin Townshend: ::looks over the food options, pondering which looks the … most vegetarian::
Dvokr chim Hok: :: Looks for the food
Cptn Ja'Lale: Marek>. ::leads Randall into the Klongat's engineering section on deck 4, and spanning two decks
Cptn Ja'Lale: ::
Hunter Matheson: ::smells like he's back in the swamps, just like the good ol' days:::
Hunter Matheson: :::riiight::
John Randall: ::to Marek:: All right, Marek, do you have a rank? Mine is Lieutenant. How should I address you?
Cptn Ja'Lale: ::On offer today is targ, gagh and warnog, with some leafy looking vegetables of some sort::
Hunter Matheson: ::checkin out the food, he takes what's dead already:::
Hunter Matheson: ::and something that doesn't smell all that bad:::
Hunter Matheson: ::and he could sure use a cold one right about now:::
Caitlin Townshend: ::takes the leafy vegetables::
John Randall: ::looks over the Klingon equipment while he waits for an answer::
Cptn Ja'Lale: Marek>I'm the jonpln, my rank would also be comparable to lieutenant
Caitlin Townshend: ::is about to ask the Klingons at a table if the seat is taken but then remembers some of the briefing and just sits down::
Dyan Sylvanis: ::Grabs a plate, putting a little of everything on it.::
Cptn Ja'Lale: ::Grabs a plate of gagh and a piece of targ and some warnog::
Cptn Ja'Lale: ::the Klingons scooch over and give the Federation crew some room at the table::
Dyan Sylvanis: ::Takes a seat.::
Hunter Matheson: ::slips into a seat where he can keep an eye on things:::
John Randall: ::nods at him:: Very well, Jonpin. How about we start with the basic stuff first? ::pulls out his tricorder, which makes Marek flinch at first, but then recognizes the Federation gadget and relaxes::
Hunter Matheson: (Are there UTs in this era?)
Dyan Sylvanis: ((yeah. They had them in ToS.))
Cptn Ja'Lale: Marek>. Over here, is the warp engine controls.. ;:gestures to a largish terminal near the two-storey tall twin warp engines emitting a yellowish glow, over there is impulse control and the system controlling the cloak is over there.
Cptn Ja'Lale: (Correct)
Hunter Matheson: (sweet)
Cptn Ja'Lale: (The Haynes Bird of Prey manual I bought from Amazon is really proving handy now )
John Randall: ::follows Marek as he points out the various controls, getting it all on his tricorder::
Hunter Matheson: (good to know)
Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM
Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM
Dyan Sylvanis: ::paused::
John Randall: ::paused::
Hunter Matheson: ::done::
Dvokr chim Hok: :: paused mid bite ::
Dyan Sylvanis: I was about to take a big handful of gagh too. lol
Hunter Matheson: heh
Cptn Ja'Lale: Didn't realize the time.. we'll pick up from here. The ship should be ready to depart by the start of the sim. Any questions before we dismiss?
Dyan Sylvanis: nope
Hunter Matheson: no sir
Cptn Ja'Lale: OK... sim dismissed! Have a great week and goodnight.