USS Manticore | 6/8/2020 | New Las Vegas

[Cmdr JFarrington 0]

= /\ = Manticore Brief Stardate 52006.8 "New Las Vegas" = /\ =
TBS is Zero. It is still a Dark and Stormy Night
Repairs on the USS Manticore continue.
Captain McFly is improving.
Cdr Kenickie killed under orders of SpecOps.
Cdr Jaenke retrieved her black crystal and plugged it in as requested.
At sim begin the black crystal should have served its purpose.
Those aboard ship (if there are any) take an @
 
Cmdr JFarrington: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\=
Cmdr JFarrington: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\=
 
Cmdr JFarrington: ::in the rain, figuring out what to do:::
Callista Tyrel: :: peeks her head out from her blanket ::
Cmdr JFarrington: ::turns to Erich::: Commander, I suggest that we round up the crew and talk this out.
Cmdr JFarrington: And get out of this rain... ::not a happy camper::
Annika Sorenson: ::under her blankets, reading a PADD::
Erich Jaenke: :: Fidgeting with his pocket :: Yes we should.
Callista Tyrel: :: decides to use the head ..tries to be covert but bumps into a lamp on her way :: ouch!.....:: giggles ::
Cmdr JFarrington: :::Erich::: You know this place better than I, since I've never been here. Take the lead.
Callista Tyrel: Pardon me. :: sneaks into restroom ::
Erich Jaenke: :: Nods :: Just a few levels above. They should be in the same room.
Annika Sorenson: ::giggle:: Where you... ahh..
Callista Tyrel: :: notes chrono...geesh it is late...or early how one puts it ::
Erich Jaenke: :: Enters the lift and heads to their level ::
Callista Tyrel: :: finishes and exits the restroom and basically dives onto her bed ::
Cmdr JFarrington: ::her uniform is sopping wet and she is almost to shiver stage::
Callista Tyrel: :: does not hear Gila..perhaps she is asleep ::
Annika Sorenson: Hope you washed your hands.
Erich Jaenke: :: Glances at his padd :: I think this is the room.
Cmdr JFarrington: ::mutter:: You'd think that Starfleet would make uniforms that shed water.  ::nod::: Good.
Callista Tyrel: I swear I did..but did I ...refresh the fresher?
Callista Tyrel: :: goes under the cover...the drinks really making her want to sleep ::
Erich Jaenke: You trade one property for another. Shed water, not thermally viable.
Annika Sorenson: ::yawns, and looks at the time as well::
Callista Tyrel: :: turns off the lamp...on the third try adjacent to her bed ::
Cmdr JFarrington: I see....
Gila Orrak: :: In her gown ::
Erich Jaenke: :: Hits the chime on the door and shrugs ::
Callista Tyrel: :: in BSG style tank and shorts ::
Callista Tyrel: Annika....was...that the door?
Erich Jaenke: This should be the room.. This place is so large.
Cmdr JFarrington: ::nods, beginning to shiver:::
Cmdr JFarrington: Want me to take a shot? ::not literally:::
Annika Sorenson: Who's there?
Callista Tyrel: Annika? :: hears the chime and stumbles to the door :: Who is it?
Erich Jaenke: :: Muffled :: The entertainment.
Cmdr JFarrington: Your commanding officer!
Annika Sorenson: Oh, come in.  ::opens the door::
Cmdr JFarrington: :::steps in::: Got a blanket? Or an extra uniform?
Callista Tyrel: :: taps view screen and verifies :: Enter...but...give me a ...:: dives to hide in her bed ::
Callista Tyrel: :: squints :: Chief? ...Commander?
Gila Orrak: Take it off, take it...oh, it's you..
Annika Sorenson: ::stumbles back to her bed::
Erich Jaenke: We are wet. Wait, what time is it now ?
Callista Tyrel: :: covers up :: sorry err..commander...:: looks to Erich :: Sir....uh towels in the head sirs.
Cmdr JFarrington: Time to get a move on and find out how to get our XO out of .
Annika Sorenson: We can replicate some yes.. it's err, 0130?
Erich Jaenke: If we can get dry and sit we can talk about this a bit before we rest here.
Callista Tyrel: :: looks at chrono and looks..well...a bit drunk :: Something change?
Erich Jaenke: :: Feels embarrassed for being here with them even though they all serve on the same ship ::
Callista Tyrel: :: gestures from her bed to the head :: Your welcome. Sorry the room is messed up. As well as my head I think.
Annika Sorenson: Anything we can do to help, sure?
Amanda Davis PhD: @ :::taking care of Captain McFly:::
Callista Tyrel: Commander we asked for....supplemental....towels...you are....welcome to them.
Gila Orrak: :: sits up in her bed and listens from afar :: You look like someone with no solution Commander Jaenke.
Amanda Davis PhD: @ ::he's sound asleep, though his vitals are stable:::
Erich Jaenke: :: Quickly drys his hair, letting it go everywhere ::
Erich Jaenke: You would be right Doctor Orrak.
Cmdr JFarrington: :::using the replicator to replicate something that's warm, cozy, and dry:::
Callista Tyrel: Sorry Commander..this is a bit awkward. Should we like...detox on the ship?
Erich Jaenke: Bah, let me dry off and get a robe or something...
Callista Tyrel: :: not sure what to do...something must of happened ::
Erich Jaenke: No. :: waving off before entering the head. A commotion could be heard as Erich searched the shelves and other areas of the head ::
Cmdr JFarrington: ::and out comes a SF uniform, minus the pins and stripes she should have, but it's dry and warm, so she's not going to crab about it:::
Callista Tyrel: Is Kansas okay?
Erich Jaenke: :: Comes out in what is clearly a woman's robe :: This is all they had... :: goes to the table to sit, getting a coffee before settling down.::
Erich Jaenke: :: sips :: She's fine as one could be in a cell on this planet. It's clean. Rather mechanical than high tech.
Annika Sorenson: Any developments happen?
Cmdr JFarrington: ::enters the head, replicated uniform and boots, after hanging her formal uniform to dry:::
Callista Tyrel: :: looks at Erich and giggles and puts her hand on her mouth to stop a bit late ::
Annika Sorenson: ::Smiles::
Gila Orrak: :: Gives him a look ::
Erich Jaenke: How can I put this simply...
Callista Tyrel: Sorry ...sirs.....
Cmdr JFarrington: :::stops cold, regarding Erich, and bites her lips to keep from laughing:::
Erich Jaenke: :: waves her off :: It's fine, if you only knew what I could sense in people you'd get a whole new perspective.
Erich Jaenke: :: Thinks....pink ::
Erich Jaenke: Kansas, our executive officer... is... :: sips ::
Annika Sorenson: ::perks up::
Gila Orrak: A bi..
Cmdr JFarrington: :::sits on the edge of Callista's bed, listening:::
Erich Jaenke: Guilty...
Annika Sorenson: Guilty?
Erich Jaenke: Yes... the evidence is pretty solid.
Annika Sorenson: ::Why is she not surprised?:: This planet doesn't have capital punishment does it?
Gila Orrak: Forensic evidence?
Callista Tyrel: :: puts her hair into a ponytail :: How did these local....:: slurred a bit :: Goons...nail Kansas?
Cmdr JFarrington: :::decides to sit tight and listen:::
Erich Jaenke: Not that I know of Sorenson and I have the forensic evidence for you Doctor.
Callista Tyrel: :: listens ::
Erich Jaenke: She ordered, well asked, that I retrieve a crystal from her personal quarters and place it in the first terminal on this planet that will accept it.
Erich Jaenke: I did so and... almost nothing happened. Then....the terminal did not like it. Alarms sounded and I got the crystal and ran out of there.
Erich Jaenke: Maybe she was calling in favors.
Callista Tyrel: Did that black thing...send a signal somewhere?
Annika Sorenson: Maybe?
Erich Jaenke: Maybe it was to ping off of various systems to not track a message, but I did not stick around to find out
Callista Tyrel: Commander Jami...question?
Cmdr JFarrington: Go ahead..
Annika Sorenson: ::listens, looks at Callista::
Callista Tyrel: Ma’am I have had...waaayy too much to drink....but I think...Black Ops is not going to just let its dirty towels be aired to dry in public!
Callista Tyrel: You know this stuff better than I....we might be Ordered to get her out!
Gila Orrak: Unless they needed someone to take the fall. It's what the Obsidian Order would do, if I knew anything about that.
Callista Tyrel: :: winces to her head :: Sorry..
Cmdr JFarrington: ::thinking about that one before answering::: There are many things I know, most of which I can't say.
Cmdr JFarrington: If she was in Black Ops we wouldn't know that she was.
Cmdr JFarrington: Clandestine Ops is one thing. Covert Ops is another. Black Ops.... You wouldn't know.
Callista Tyrel: Kansas left to rot in a jail....spilling secrets ..does not seem likely to this one :: points to her self for some odd reason ::
Callista Tyrel: Okay I will be quiet now.
Annika Sorenson: ::Smiles at Callista::
Cmdr JFarrington: ::looks to Erich::: Commander Jaenke has that in hand. The wheels are rolling, and that's all I can say.
Callista Tyrel: :: looks at Erich ::
Annika Sorenson: That's nice... anything we can do?
Cmdr JFarrington: ::waiting for Erich to answer that one:::
Erich Jaenke: I would say act on a moment's notice.
Erich Jaenke: This is like our mission with Mork, there are larger players at work here.
Callista Tyrel: Well no more drinks for me ...which is probably a very good thing.
Cmdr JFarrington: ::glance to Callista, then back to Erich:::
Erich Jaenke: :: smiles at Tyrel ::
Annika Sorenson: ::nods::
Callista Tyrel: Question is.......do we go back to the Ship....Or....do we :: gestures lazily around :: play a part of vacationing girls.....to make them think...that is why we are all here. :: smiles ::
Gila Orrak: You should rest here Commander, unless you have ship duties or don't work well with others, medically speaking.
Callista Tyrel: :: looks to Jami ::
Cmdr JFarrington: Lieutenant Leander is in command on Manticore at the moment.
Erich Jaenke: :: yawns :: We should play as if we are doing what was expected of us, R and R.
Annika Sorenson: That's fine with me.
Cmdr JFarrington: ::nods to Erich:: Agreed.
Erich Jaenke: Commander, we should let them know to be on extra alert. KK would not let me in on what would happen, or who.
Callista Tyrel: Alright....well ...if I can get sober! My date with Ricky is a go! :: sounds overly cheerful ::
Erich Jaenke: :: Lays his head down :: I know I have read too much to concentrate much longer.
Cmdr JFarrington: Indeed. And :::looks around the room::: NOTHING we have said or discussed is to leave this room. Understood?
Callista Tyrel: Yes Sir.
Erich Jaenke: :: Does a stare towards Orrak ::
Gila Orrak: :: simply smiles ::
Annika Sorenson: Yes, understood
Cmdr JFarrington: ::stare at Annika:::
Annika Sorenson: ::smiles::
Annika Sorenson: Stay safe and dry
Callista Tyrel: Commander, :: to Jami :: Don’t touch the brandy...it is stronger...than I thought.
Erich Jaenke: I am sure you understand this Doctor Orrak?
Cmdr JFarrington: Thank you, Lieutenant.
Gila Orrak: Sure Commander. Not even to the double oh will I speak.
Callista Tyrel: :: looks to Erich :: uhm are you going to get a room sir?
Gila Orrak: :: falls asleep ::
Gila Orrak: :: head buried in his folded arms on the table ::
Cmdr JFarrington: :::stands, grabbing her now dry uniform::: I’ll get a room.
Annika Sorenson: Hope Erich does too.
Cmdr JFarrington: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\=
Cmdr JFarrington: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\=
Cmdr JFarrington: Thank you
Cmdr JFarrington: Erich, anything for the crew?
Erich Jaenke: No, nice sim
Cmdr JFarrington: At least we got some to sober up :-D
Cmdr JFarrington: Questions or comments from the crew?
Callista Tyrel: lol...TBS ?
Cmdr JFarrington: Ah... TBS will be... morning?
Cmdr JFarrington: Sound good?
Cmdr JFarrington: 0800.
Annika Sorenson: ok
Callista Tyrel: sounds great..
Erich Jaenke: Right, at the breakfast all hotels have
Cmdr JFarrington: Sounds like a plan.
Erich Jaenke: They Might Be Eggs
Cmdr JFarrington: Very well...
Callista Tyrel: After the 24th century hangover pills ...
Cmdr JFarrington: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.