USS Challenger - May 18 2018

[STSF Jami 0]

Cptn Ja'Lale: USS Challenger Mission Brief - 18 May 2018: The Klongat and fleet are victorious in defeating the rebel Klingons and the Federation crew they've captured have been rescued. The crew are hopefully recovered from the previous day's festivities and the ship is now returning back to Kronos. We start as the Klongat is approaching Kronos. The rest of the fleet since going their own separate ways to whatever missions they were on. TBS was a day.. any questions?

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

Hunter Matheson: ::doing the helm thing::
Hunter Matheson: ::working the board:: Approaching Kronos, Captain.
Dvokr chim Hok: :: Has a massive headache ::
Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk>. ::relaxing in the captain's chair, still in a jovial mood:: Very well, drop us out of warp.
Hunter Matheson: Aye, sir. Dropping from warp.
John Randall: ::working at the warp core console by himself::
Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Kronos can again be seen, with the Challenger still orbiting over the central landmass.
Hunter Matheson: ::pretty much upset stomach from the gagh, but other than that, the grog took care of sterilizing everything that went down:::
Cptn Ja'Lale: Ja'Lale>. ::rather enjoyed the Klingon food.. some of it was pretty similar to Chelon food::
John Randall: ::Marek comes over to Randall:: Marek> We are home, Lieutenant, and our mission was a success. You should be happy.
Dvokr chim Hok: :: Looks at the forward view display ::
John Randall: ::looks at Marek:: I'll be happy when I'm back aboard my ship, Jonpin, with all due respect.
John Randall: Marek> ::cocks his head at Randall:: You really don't like being around our kind, do you?
Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk> We'll be landing at our base outside of the capitol so we can affect repairs and restock and such. ::to Kal:: Switch wing configuration to landing and take us in. You should have landing coordinates on your console. ::looks to a warrior, who transits the base's coordinates::
Dvokr chim Hok: :: speaks up :: I believe in time we all could. No doubt you would find life aboard the Challenger...err, challenging.
Hunter Matheson: Aye, sir. Moving to landing mode.
John Randall: ::nails Marek with an ice-blue glare:: Some more than others, Jonpin. You I could work with. Others of your kind, not so much. I'm sure you feel the same about species in the Federation.
Hunter Matheson: ::catching the coords:: Locked in, sir. Moving on down.
Dvokr chim Hok: :: Figures Tellarites may be the closest things to Klingons ::
Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The Klongat enters Kronos' atmosphere and into a somewhat hilly area on the outskirts of First City.
Hunter Matheson: ::the feeling of power he gets flying this baby - minus the smell - takes hold of him, and he starts to sing an old earth song quietly, bouncing to the music:::
John Randall: Marek> ::nods thoughtfully:: That is true, Lieutenant. However, I can say you are a very competent officer, and I have respect for you. I have a feeling you could be a fierce warrior if you so desired. That is why I respect you. I hope that, for the most part, you have enjoyed your stay with us.
Hunter Matheson: (w) I...I.. I.. I... I... I got a feelin'.... that you're in love with me.... ::bounce bounce:::
John Randall: ::nods back to the Klingon:: Yes, I have, Marek. Thank you for your assistance during this mission.
Dvokr chim Hok: The terrain of Q'onoS is a bit like Tellar.
Hunter Matheson: ::smirks:: Takin' her in, sir
John Randall: Marek> Farewell, Lieutenant John Randall, chief engineer of the Federation battlecruiser Challenger. I will remember you with honor. 'Qapla!
Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The base is in a secluded area nestled amongst some grassy hills, the base's landing pads can be seen now,
Dyan Sylvanis: ::Eyeing Kal, smiling.:: You're going to miss it, aren't you?
Hunter Matheson: ::smooth and easy::: Yes, ma'am. ::wink:: Sure am.
Hunter Matheson: She's a sweet ride.
Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk>. Retract landing pads and set us down
John Randall: ::gives Marek the Klingon salute:: Farewell, Jonpin Marek. I will remember you with honor as well.
Dvokr chim Hok: :: Preparing to disembark ::
Dyan Sylvanis: ::Nods.:: They are certainly not bad, that's for sure.
John Randall: ::leaves engineering and makes his way to the cabin allotted for the Challenger crew to collect his gear::
Hunter Matheson: :::doing his thing::: Wheels down. Thank you for flying Klingon Air! Watch your step as you disembark.
Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk> Thank you.. let me say on behalf of my crew it was honour to serve amongst you. Perhaps our paths will cross again in the future. Until then, q'apia!
John Randall: ::decides to stay in the cabin until he hears from the captain::
Hunter Matheson: ::stands to give Gronk a smart salute::: Hope so, sir.
Dvokr chim Hok: :: Waits with the others ::
Cptn Ja'Lale: Ja'Lale> Thank you captain Gronk. Likewise, it was a pleasure to work with you as well. ::salutes:: Well, Challenger crew this is where we make our exit. Gather your belongings and meet in the hangar.
Dyan Sylvanis: ::Gets up from her station, walking with Kal.:: I think I might miss the food a little bit. And the drunken singing.
Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk> ::informs the crew that they're free to disembark the ship::
Hunter Matheson: Heh.... think I will, too. ::grabs his gear from the locker::: Sure is good to have something different... exciting. ::he stops to think a minute:: not that we don't have excitement on Challenger.
John Randall: ::hears the announcement over the 'com that the Challenger crew is to meet in the hangar; heaves a big sigh of relief and makes his way there::
Hunter Matheson: ::face to face with Syl:: Did I just jinx us?
Dyan Sylvanis: ::Grins as she grabs her bag.:: True....and you probably did.
John Randall: ::arrives at the hangar, waits for the others::
Hunter Matheson: ::screwed up expression:: Just don't tell the others, k?
Cptn Ja'Lale: Ja'Lale> ::heads to his quarters to grab his gear after bidding farewell to HoD Gronk, heads to the hangar::\
Hunter Matheson: ::shudders::: All I can think of is a cold shower with a scrub brush.
Dyan Sylvanis: I'll try not to. ::smirks.::
Hunter Matheson: ::sigh:: Thanks
John Randall: ::nods to Ja'Lale as he/it enters:: Captain, good to see you.
Cptn Ja'Lale: ::Nods to Randall:: Lieutenant. Good to see you too. I trust things went well in engineering?
John Randall: ::sighs:: As well as could be expected, sir, but I'm ready to go home, with all due respect.
Hunter Matheson: So... :::as he moves with her:: Guess we get a taste of their home world now?
Hunter Matheson: I mean... uh.. not literally.
Hunter Matheson: Stomach's still growling from last time.
Cptn Ja'Lale: Yes, you're free to beam back to the Challenger if you wish, but we also have time for some leave in the First City if you wish to explore it.
Hunter Matheson: ::looks around to the others:::
Cptn Ja'Lale: I need to see where the Challenger is in their construction efforts, but last I heard they were wrapping things up but not quite finished yet.
John Randall: ::nods:: I appreciate the offer, Captain, but, truth be told, I've had my fill of Klingons for a while. I'll be going to the ship.
Cptn Ja'Lale: That's understandable. I won't blame you.
Dyan Sylvanis: I definitely am looking forward to it. Especially the shower part.
John Randall: Thank you, sir.
Dvokr chim Hok: I would not wish to rush repairs
Hunter Matheson: Challenger it is, then.
Hunter Matheson: ::sniffs his uniform:::
Cptn Ja'Lale: You can beam back down to the city afterwards of course, but I too am looking forward to getting back to the ship.
John Randall: ::whispers to Matheson:: And not soon enough for me.
Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The crew is beamed back to the Challenger
Cptn Ja'Lale: (5 minutes)
John Randall: ::sighs in relief as he materalizes in the transporter room::
Hunter Matheson: ::nod to Randall:: I think it's pretty bad when you smell like a Klingon and don't notice it.
John Randall: ::grins:: You said a mouthful, Sergeant. I'm heading straight for a long, hot shower.
Hunter Matheson: ::stops to study the looks that the workers are giving them:::
Hunter Matheson: ::Randall:: Yeah... I think I'd better do that, too.
Dvokr chim Hok: :: sniffs :: The air is different.
Cptn Ja'Lale: ::nods to the crew and then heads to his quarters to unpack and freshen up::
Hunter Matheson: ::glance askance at Syl, then to Hok:: It's clean.
John Randall: ::exits the transporter room and heads for the turbolift; steps into the car as it arrives:: Deck 3.
Dyan Sylvanis: Definitely has a better smell to it.
John Randall: ::the lift arrives and he exits the car; strides to his cabin and walks in as the doors swoosh open::
Hunter Matheson: ::Holds the lift for her::
Dyan Sylvanis: But on that note... ::Heading for the Marine deck showers.::
John Randall: ::deposits his bag on the sofa, strips off his uniform, and runs to the head; activates the shower and steps in, moaning softly in relief::
Hunter Matheson: ::and watches Syl call out MARDEK in the lift:::
Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM
Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM
Hunter Matheson: ::not sure if he should smile or run::
Hunter Matheson: done
John Randall: ::paused::
Cptn Ja'Lale: Ok, great job everyone.. that does it for that plot. TBS will be 12 hours, by which time we'll be ready to leave and move onto our next plot. Any questions?
Hunter Matheson: we get to shower first?
Cptn Ja'Lale: yes, I would hope so
John Randall: I'm there already 
Hunter Matheson: is it a court martial offense if I don't?
Dvokr chim Hok: Showers will be fixed on Thursday.
Hunter Matheson: ::hok:: Sweet.
Cptn Ja'Lale: Depends.. or at least dirty looks from your fellow crew
John Randall: and burning my uniform
Hunter Matheson: Hey... gotta have fun sometime
Hunter Matheson: I know a guy that had to do that once
Cptn Ja'Lale: lol. Have a great week everyone.. sim dismissed!