USS Challenger - May 11, 2018

[STSF Jami 0]

Cptn Ja'Lale: USS Challenger Mission Brief - 11 May 2018: The Klongat and its fleet have arrived at the rogue base, and successfully rescued the Federation hostages they've captured and the Klingons have served justice by killing them all. The mood is joyous as the fleet prepare to depart back to Qo'noS. TBS was 15 minutes. Any questions?

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

Caitlin Townshend: ::still a little nervous because "joyous" Klingon moods can be just as deadly as … well, fighty ones::
Hunter Matheson: ::at Klongat's helm, trying to wrap his brain around the slaughter ‘cause its bringing back memories he'd really like to forget::
Hunter Matheson: ::sober expression, just doin his job::
Dyan Sylvanis: ::Like watching happy Klingons. They are better than angry Klingons.::
John Randall: ::keeping a wary eye on the Klingons in engineering; they seem to be a little too happy for his taste::
Dvokr chim Hok: :: NOT drinking ::
Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk> ::feeling quite happy:: You humans did all right. Maybe one day our races will fight side by side. We'll be having a celebration in the mess to celebrate our victory. You're all invited to come if you like.
Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk>. Well, humans, and Tellarites and... turtles.
Dyan Sylvanis: ::Chuckles as she stands. She puts a hand on Kal's shoulder.:: Want to come?
Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk>. Well. ::to Kal:: Set a course back to Kronos at warp 7.
Hunter Matheson: ::blinks, turns:: Un... sure.
Hunter Matheson: Aye, sir. ::Gronk:: Course set to Kronos. Engaging warp 7.
Dvokr chim Hok: I am a comm officer.
Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Stock shot of the Klongat changing its wing configuration to cruise and jumping to warp..
Hunter Matheson: Set to automatic, Captain?
Hunter Matheson: ::still not used to the HoD thing::
Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk> Yes, please.
Hunter Matheson: Aye, sir. Set to auto. ::presses, then looks to Syl. kind of:::
Dyan Sylvanis: ::Grins.:: Glad you decided to go, cause if they try to get me to drink bloodwine, there may be trouble.
Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk>. ::speaks to the cook in the mess who informs him everything is ready:: Mr. Hok, please inform the ship that they may proceed to the mess.
Hunter Matheson: ::soberly:: I hear ya
Hunter Matheson: ::as he follows along:: There were times when all there was to eat were worms, plants, bugs... you name it...
Hunter Matheson: (w) not exactly what I want right now
Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk & Ja'Lale> ::gets up to head to the mess::
Dvokr chim Hok: :: Taps the comm :: The victory feast is now available in the mess hall. Kapla!
Caitlin Townshend: ::follows along to the mess::
John Randall: Marek> ::looks over to John:: Lieutenant, would you like to go to the victory meal?
Hunter Matheson: ::out of the corner of his eye he spots Townshend and she doesn't look too relaxed::
Hunter Matheson: ::he falls back:: (q) you okay, ma'am?
Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The crew enter the mess hall. There's a generous selection of gagh, some green stuff, war nog, blood wine, and gagh... both served raw and cooked for the puny humans.
Dyan Sylvanis: Oh I don't mind the food. You know my history with alcohol.
Hunter Matheson: ::nod to Syl::
John Randall: ::looks over to Marek:: All right, Jonpin, as long as I can eat Federation food. Your cuisine does not agree with my stomach, and I don't want to hear any crap about puny humans.
Hunter Matheson: :::then stifles a smirk remembering a lot of times when alcohol livened things up::
Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The Challenger crew are invited to sit at the captain's table, with heaping servings of the aforementioned food and drink.
John Randall: Marek> You can eat what you want, Lieutenant; I do not care.
John Randall: ::nods:: Very well, I accept. ::They make their way to the mess hall::
Dvokr chim Hok: I am not sure how much blood wine I can drink
Dyan Sylvanis: ((If a certain Major was around, there would probably be lots of drinking and at least one big brawl. ))
Hunter Matheson: (I hear ya)
Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk> We even burnt the targ for you humans to suit your palette. I am told it tastes somewhat like pork, or boar.
Caitlin Townshend: ::sits down at the table next to Hok:: Does blood wine contain … actual blood?
John Randall: ::Marek joins his comrades at the table, Randall goes over to the food replicator and makes himself a Federation meal::
Dyan Sylvanis: ::Grabs some fresh gagh and a little bit of the other more "fresh" items, then grabs a seat.::
Hunter Matheson: ::leans toward Caitlin:: (w) best not to ask that one
John Randall: ::One of the Klingons sees Randall's plate and starts to make a remark; John pins him with a steely glare::
Cptn Ja'Lale: Ja'Lale> ::Drinks some blood wine and eats some gagh:: Mm, not bad.
Hunter Matheson: ::takes a little of everything just to be polite and takes a seat:::
Dvokr chim Hok: Last time I did this I got a bit sick.
Hunter Matheson: :::slurps the gagh like spaghetti::
John Randall: ::Sits at an empty nearby table and eats his meal, keeping an eye on the Klingons as well as his shipmates::
Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The warriors start breaking out in old Klingon opera songs, which sounds like someone is squashing a cat
Hunter Matheson: ::wince::
Dyan Sylvanis: ::Grins at Kal, glad he's going right for it. Also starts eating.::
John Randall: ::narrows his eyes at the singing::
John Randall: ((or lack thereof))
Hunter Matheson: ::slurps the warnog like a Klingon::
John Randall: ::grateful for his anonymity; so far, no one has challenged him for not sitting with the others; to him, there's not much room left::
Dyan Sylvanis: I've heard people talk about old Klingon music, but never heard it in person.
Hunter Matheson: ::Syl:: you know - this is a whole lot better than pulling on your dress blues and sitting like you have a stick up your a... uh... on your back.
Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Some of the Klingons are starting to fight each other, but as per orders is leaving the Challenger crew alone -- for the timbering.
Cptn Ja'Lale: time being*
Dvokr chim Hok: :: Sips and winces ::
Dyan Sylvanis: ::Smiles.:: Absolutely
Hunter Matheson: ::checking out Townshend, wondering if she's okay:::
John Randall: ::watches the Klingons fighting with narrowed eyes::
Hunter Matheson: ::she doesn't look too happy:::
John Randall: ::his hand hovers near his dagger::
Hunter Matheson: (asking for trouble there, Randall)
Cptn Ja'Lale: (Indeed)
John Randall: ((bring it on, I've fought a Klingon before))
Caitlin Townshend: ::picking at her food, actually not minding the singing::
Hunter Matheson: ::leaning toward Townshend:: There's a replicator over there, ma'am, if you'd rather.
Hunter Matheson: (not exactly my point, Randall)
John Randall: (just sayin')
Hunter Matheson: (same here)
John Randall: ::continues to watch the battling Klingons::
Cptn Ja'Lale: Ja'Lale>. Yes, I see that John has done the same. Though I wonder how Klingon replicated food tastes?
Hunter Matheson: ::Townshend:: I'll get you some if you want.
Dyan Sylvanis: Reminds me of a couple of bar fights I've seen. Quite the interesting atmosphere.
Hunter Matheson: ::back to Syl, snorts:: not exactly the word I would pick
John Randall: Marek> ::finishes eating and looks around for John; spots him and goes over to him:: Lieutenant, you seem a little on edge. Are you all right?
Caitlin Townshend: ::Hunter:: I think I need to … experience this … if I've any hope of surviving this place.
Dyan Sylvanis: ::Smiles at Caitlin.:: We have your back.
John Randall: ::gives Marek a savage smile:: Any time I see Klingons fighting, I get a little.....edgy.
Hunter Matheson: ::nods:: Yes, ma'am. It's not bad if you're starving, but if you're not.... ::shrugs:: up to you.
Hunter Matheson: And... ::nod to Syl:: ditto on that one
John Randall: Marek> I see. I suppose I would be if I were in your shoes. No harm will come to you, Lieutenant, you have my word on that.
Cptn Ja'Lale: Ja'Lale> It's part of the job on a Klingon ship.. that's how promotions happen.
Hunter Matheson: ::one eye on the happy crowd as he slurps the gagh wrapped in whatever leaf that is and follows it with warnog::
John Randall: ::nods to Marek:: Thank you, Jonpin, I can take care of myself, but your assistance is welcome.
Dvokr chim Hok: :: The amount of cleavage does not go unnoticed by poor Hok, who has had a bit too much ::
John Randall: ::Marek nods, wondering what Randall meant by that::
Cptn Ja'Lale: Ja'Lale> ::tries some of the targ::
John Randall: ::trying not to let on that he has fought a Klingon before::
Caitlin Townshend: ::to her credit, tries a bit of everything, finding most of it not to her liking but picking away nonetheless::
John Randall: ::winces as one of the battling Klingons takes a rather nasty hit::
Dyan Sylvanis: ::Is enjoying the singing and food. She notices the fight winding down.::
Hunter Matheson: ::not quite enjoying the singing, but the food's not half bad.. until he chokes and coughs:::
Hunter Matheson: ::downs more warnog:: Damn thing bit me on the way down.
Dyan Sylvanis: ::Pats Kal on the back.:: You alright?
Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The victorious Klingon has managed to keep his position. Until the next fight.
Dyan Sylvanis: ::Grins.::
Hunter Matheson: Yeah... ::cough:: nothing like fighting back when you're being eaten.
John Randall: Marek> ::points to Randall's plate:: What was that you were eating, Lieutenant?
Cptn Ja'Lale: Ja'Lale>. ::enjoying the Klingon food... maybe it had something to do with his Rigellian palette::
John Randall: ::smiles:: It's called fried chicken and mashed potatoes.
Hunter Matheson: ::syl::: not even up to date on my vaccinations. ::headshake::
John Randall: Marek> I....see. Is one a meat and the other a....what do you call them....vegetable?
Dyan Sylvanis: ::laughs.:: Well when we seem to have a revolving door on Medical, people kind of slip through the cracks.
Hunter Matheson: ::snort:: got that right
John Randall: ::smiles again:: Very good, Jonpin; you are correct on both counts.
Hunter Matheson: remind me next time to be sure I'm up to date before we do any Klingon ops.
John Randall: ::relieved that the fighting has diminished::
Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM
Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM
Cptn Ja'Lale: Good job, people. We'll arrive back at Kronos next week.. TBS will be a day to get over your hangovers or indigestion. Any questions?
Cptn Ja'Lale: Goodnight everyone -- have a great week.