USS Challenger - May 25, 2018

[STSF Jami 0]

Cptn Ja'Lale: USS Challenger Mission Brief - 25 May 2018. The Challenger crew has returned back to the Challenger after their mission on the Klongat. The Challenger is ready to depart as their mission on delivering medical supplies and setting up medical centres has also been completed. TBS was a day. Any questions?
Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM
Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM
Hunter Matheson: ::settles into helm, knuckle crack, pats the console whispering sweet nothings about how much nicer she is than the Klingon ship:::
Hunter Matheson: :::preflight check:::
Cptn Ja'Lale: ::back on the Challenger after spending some time in First City, a shipment of fresh gagh and a few barrels of blood wine has arrived courtesy of HoD Gronk::
Dvokr chim Hok: :: At Operations ::
John Randall: ::finishes his breakfast in the officers' mess, dumps the remains of the meal in the recycler, and exits the mess; strides to the turbolift and steps into the car as it arrives:: Deck 12.
Dvokr chim Hok: So, we need to eat the gagh soon, who's interested?
Hunter Matheson: ::dead stop, slow turn, blink:::
Cptn Ja'Lale: I'll probably partake in some. I liked it.
John Randall: ::arrives at his destination and exits the car; goes along the corridor to engineering and enters::
Hunter Matheson: ::Hok:: I'm good, thanks. Have quals when I get back to base so I need to watch the weight.
Hunter Matheson: ::then he looks down and realizes that, yeah.. he really needs to watch it::
Hunter Matheson: Preflight check complete, Captain. We're ready to roll as soon as we get the word from below.
John Randall: ::acknowledges the "welcome backs" from the crew and gets an update from the delta shift supervisor Lieutenant Steve Davis::
Dvokr chim Hok: Perhaps it's just the Captain and I.
Cptn Ja'Lale: Great.
Hunter Matheson: ::yeah, he thinks that's a good idea::
Hunter Matheson: ::slight bounce at the console with a little air drumming:::
John Randall: ::goes into his office and sits down at the computer; a few minutes later he completes the updates and goes to the main console::
Cptn Ja'Lale: Once we're ready, we're to proceed back to Federation space, our Klingon escorts will again guide us back. We'll get our new marching orders once we cross the border.
Hunter Matheson: Aye, aye, Captain.
Dvokr chim Hok: Do they worry for our safety or worry we will make a run into their space?
Hunter Matheson: ::glances to Syl wondering why she's so quiet::
John Randall: ::checks to see that everyone is at their posts and stations, then sits down at the console himself, ready for the return to Federation space::
Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The Klingon escort ships arrive. The last of the supplies are loaded in Challenger's cargo bay and they are ready to depart.
Hunter Matheson: ::waiting for the okay from below:::
John Randall: +Bridge+ Randall to bridge, come in, please.
Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Bridge receives the all clear.
Hunter Matheson: ::cool:::rubs his hands together, itching to get her running::
Cptn Ja'Lale: +Randall+ Go ahead
John Randall: +Bridge+ Randall to anyone who's listening; engines are prepped and ready. Engineering out.
Cptn Ja'Lale: Let's depart once ready. Mr Hok, send a message to our escorts that we're ready to go.
Cptn Ja'Lale: +Randall+ 10-4.
Hunter Matheson: ::powerup, checks status:::
Hunter Matheson: Joining our escort at a quarter impulse.
Hunter Matheson: ::falls in line::
Dvokr chim Hok: :: Comms the escorts that Challenger is departing ::
John Randall: ::gets up from the console and takes a turn around engineering, surveying the crew::
Dvokr chim Hok: They replied acknowledgement
Hunter Matheson: ::Hok:: Ask for a vector, please, sir.
John Randall: ::is glad to be finally underway::
Cptn Ja'Lale: Escort> ::sends Challenger their departure vectors, the three BOPs power up::
Dyan Sylvanis: ::Enters the bridge, going to her station.::
Hunter Matheson: ::tappitytap:: Strap in. This might become a race through space if I know the Klingons. And they'll be laughing all the way.
John Randall: ::Lieutenant Jeff Michaels reports in and goes over to John:: Michaels> Welcome back, pal. Did you enjoy your tour with the Klingons?
Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The escort ships depart Kronos with Challenger close behind
Dyan Sylvanis: ::Frowns as she looks at her console.::
John Randall: ::gives his friend a wry look:: If I don't see them again for a while, it'll be none too soon for me.
Hunter Matheson: ::cruisin:::
Dvokr chim Hok: ((sorry, missed the vector Victor))
John Randall: Michaels> ::laughs and claps him on the shoulder:: Exactly the answer I expected, boss. And I don't blame ya. So, we got anything special goin' on?
Hunter Matheson: ::glance to Syl:: Everything okay?
Hunter Matheson: ::seeing her frown::
Cptn Ja'Lale: :::reclines in his seat, would be glad once they head back to Federation space::
John Randall: That will depend on our escorts, I believe. Should be business as usual.
John Randall: Michaels> Suits me, boss. I'll start my tour. ::grins and leaves::
Hunter Matheson: ::checking her out:: Syl? You okay?
Dvokr chim Hok: :: Turns to look at Sylvanis ::
Hunter Matheson: Like.. is something outta wack?
Dyan Sylvanis: ::Looks over.:: yeah...Just wishing I had some disruptors to play with. :;Grins.::
Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: One of the escort vessels falls out of formation and grinds to a halt.
Hunter Matheson: ::slight eye roll along with a little grin:: Yes, ma'am.
Hunter Matheson: Whoa... hold on.
Dyan Sylvanis: ::Blinks as she sees it too.::
John Randall: ::watches him go, then smiles and goes into his office, leaving Michaels and Lieutenant Susan Maloney in charge of the crew::
Hunter Matheson: Evasive maneuvers...
Dyan Sylvanis: One of the escorts fell out of formation.
Cptn Ja'Lale: What's going on there?
Hunter Matheson: ::Lets out a breath, wondering what happened::
Hunter Matheson: Well, sir... almost took out a disabled Klingon escort ship.
John Randall: ::powers up the computer and checks to see if there is a mission statement posted yet; finds none, and leans back in his chair::
Cptn Ja'Lale: It's a good thing we missed. Would hate to get in an accident with the KLingons
Dvokr chim Hok: Open a channel to that escort Captain?
Cptn Ja'Lale: Yes, open a channel. See if they need help or something.
John Randall: ::devoutly hopes the Challenger doesn't need to return to Klingon space anytime soon::
Dvokr chim Hok: +Full Stop Klingon vessel+ This is Challenger. May we render assistance?
Cptn Ja'Lale: Escort Ship>. +Challenger+ Thank you, but no. We'll be towed back to Kronos for repairs. Continue to follow the other escort ships.
Hunter Matheson: ::tap..taptap:: On course, Captain.
Dvokr chim Hok: +Escort+ Acknowledged.
Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: We'’re almost out of Klingon space.
John Randall: ::pulls up a star chart on the computer and is relieved to see that the ship is nearly to the Neutral Zone::
Hunter Matheson: ::lets out a breath as he continues to concentrate, hoping another doesn't drop out::
Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The Challenger is back in Federation Space
Cptn Ja'Lale: 2 minutes
John Randall: ::the ship is now back in Fed space and John lets out a huge sigh of relief::
Hunter Matheson: We are in Federation space, Captain.
Cptn Ja'Lale: Excellent. ::his console beeps:: We have our new coordinates. Set a course to a bearing of 080 mark 120, at warp 8.
Hunter Matheson: Setting course zero eight zero mark one two zero, aye.
Hunter Matheson: Engaging warp 8 at your command.
John Randall: ::wonders what the next mission will be::
Cptn Ja'Lale: Engage.
Hunter Matheson: ::engages:::
Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM
Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM
Cptn Ja'Lale: Nice job... we're onto our next mission. Wherever that is. TBS will be 2 days. Any questions?
Cptn Ja'Lale: If not, then sim dismissed. Have a great week and a good long weekend.