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  1. Cptn Ja'Lale: USS Challenger Mission Brief: 20 Oct 2017 - The Challenger crew has successfully initiated a meteor shower which pummeled the defenses of the Orion base they had found. The base's power and shields are down and suffered heavy damage and scans indicate a concentrated signs of life in the centre of the fortified base. Capt Ja'Lale has instructed that a rescue party to retrieve the freighter crew they're holding as hostages Cptn Ja'Lale: TBS was minimal Hunter Matheson: I'm guessing that the rescue party is us? Cptn Ja'Lale: Yes, you can NPC as Marine officers if you don't want to use your own characters Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Hunter Matheson: ::he hands helm over to Tork and sprints to the shuttle bay::: Dvokr chim Hok: :: Looks at his screen :: Seems they are at the heart of the structure. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Getting her gear ready.:: Hunter Matheson: ::that's because they can gear up and get the info from FOPS when they're ready::: Dyan Sylvanis: ((afk a sec. We beaming or using shuttle?)) Cptn Ja'Lale: (we can beam) Hunter Matheson: ::redirected to TR:: Dvokr chim Hok: :: Leaves his Operations station and gears up in the transporter room :: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::checking his console:: Hunter Matheson: ::basic kit with all kinds of toys hanging around him - pretty much overkill:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::takes the TL down to the TR room as well:: Hunter Matheson: Tork> ::keeping the ship on an even keel::: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Enters the TR, geared up and ready.:: Dvokr chim Hok: :: Checking his weapon :: Hunter Matheson: ::next to Syl, checking her out, thinking she looks pretty bada** in that getup:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::enters the TR with a plasma rifle:: Hunter Matheson: ::steps aside for the skipper:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Okay, we all ready to go? Dvokr chim Hok: I am. Hunter Matheson: Aye, sir. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Nods.:: Always. Cptn Ja'Lale: Cool, we'll be beaming in near the centre of the base where there's no lifesigns. Remember to use your night vision gear, and to stay stealthy. Hunter Matheson: Yes, sir. Cptn Ja'Lale: All right ::nods to the TR chief:: Hunter Matheson: ::steps onto the pad, taking point to protect the skipper:: Hunter Matheson: ::like the turtle needs protection, right?::: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The team is transported into the Orion Base, very heavily damaged with debris and stuff everywhere and no power. Thankfully, oxygen is still online Dvokr chim Hok: :: Sparks fly close to them and in the distance :: Hunter Matheson: ::activates night vision and begins an area sweep::: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::turns on his night vision goggles and starts scanning:: Hunter Matheson: ::thumbs up::: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Activates her goggles. Looks at the mess, speaking quietly.:: Think we over did it? ::Smirks.:: Hunter Matheson: ::Syl, quietly::: We ain't there yet. Hunter Matheson: (anyone have a scanner?) Cptn Ja'Lale: (w) Might have been a bit overkill Cptn Ja'Lale: (I would guess so) Dyan Sylvanis: ::Draws her pistol, as she surveys the area.:: Hunter Matheson: (how about a HUD on the night vision?) Dvokr chim Hok: :: Gets out his scanner :: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: No sign of anyone yet. (Sure, it is Star Trek after all) Dyan Sylvanis: ((I've used that before.)) Dvokr chim Hok: :: Wonders how Commander Morrison would have handled this :: Cptn Ja'Lale: (so did I.. in Counter Strike lol) Hunter Matheson: ::checks out the HUD:: (w) Nothing in sight. We have lifesigns anywhere? Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Scans indicate life signs through a damaged door further into the base. The human freighter crews seem to be in there as well. Dvokr chim Hok: The damage is messing with our sensors. Dyan Sylvanis: We'll have to move carefully. If sensors are being affected, they may be mixing hostiles with the hostages. Hunter Matheson: ::nods:: Dvokr chim Hok: :: Walks to where the life signs are :: Hunter Matheson: ::spreads out, continuing to sweep::: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: About five Orion lifesigns are nearby, spread out in various positions leading to the holding cells where the hostages are kept. Dvokr chim Hok: :: Shakes his head :: I think there are at least five hostiles ahead. Hunter Matheson: (w) We got a strategy? Cptn Ja'Lale: (5 minutes) Cptn Ja'Lale: (W) Spread out and take out the guards, maybe from behind? Dyan Sylvanis: ::Sets pistol to stun.:: Take them by surprise if we can. Cptn Ja'Lale: ::nods:: Dvokr chim Hok: They are likely armed.. Hunter Matheson: I'm sure they will be. And given the circumstances, it's likely they're waiting for us. Hunter Matheson: Toss in a flash-bang, and pick up the pieces? Dvokr chim Hok: Perhaps we can draw them to us, get them away from the hostages Hunter Matheson: ::snort:: I doubt that. Orions are pretty bad dudes. They'll know what we're doing. Dvokr chim Hok: The women though... Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: Great job. We'll continue from there next week. Cptn Ja'Lale: If there's no questions or anything else, then sim dismissed. See you either next week or over on Aegis. Cptn Ja'Lale: Night!
  2. Cptn Ja'Lale: USS Challenger - 22/09/2017: The Challenger has arrived at a nebula and detected signs of irregular energy signatures. While there, they spotted a small scout vessel nearby. Following it, the vessel suddenly stopped and disappeared instantly after. TBS was none. Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Hunter Matheson: ::staring at the view screen::: Cptn Ja'Lale: Let's start scanning the area. It doesn't look like they've spotted us so far. Dyan Sylvanis: :;Sitting at Tactical, she tries to relocate the scout.:: We should be careful with heavy scanning. They may pick up on it. Cptn Ja'Lale: ::nods:: I'm with you there. Let's scan with caution, yeah? Hunter Matheson: ::long exhale he was holding in:: Caitlin Townshend: Acknowledged, setting scanners to "cautionary" Hunter Matheson: Station keeping. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Nods, making an adjustment to sensors. She begins a low frequency scan.:: Caitlin Townshend: Or is it "cautious"? Adjectives are hard. Dvokr chim Hok: :: At Ops :: Cptn Ja'Lale: Both work Hunter Matheson: ::cautionary glance toward the El Tee at the scanners::: Hunter Matheson: ::then tends to business, checking their drift:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Challenger begins its low-key scan of the area. Energy distortions are present in the area, but is doing its job in masking whatever's behind. Caitlin Townshend: I can't penetrate the screen, Captain. Hunter Matheson: ::leans toward Syl:: Cloak? Caitlin Townshend: They're definitely hiding something, and the volume is big enough to contain an asteroid base. Dyan Sylvanis: Probably Dyan Sylvanis: Or some sort of shielding. Cptn Ja'Lale: Yes, that'd be my guess as well. Fairly advanced from the looks of it. Caitlin Townshend: How did pirates get something this advanced? Dvokr chim Hok: Stolen Cptn Ja'Lale: From the black market, I'd guess Hunter Matheson: Or maybe it's not just pirates. Dyan Sylvanis: I imagine there must be a large power source for them to maintain this. Cptn Ja'Lale: ::nods:: Could be likely. But, we'll still need to find a way to break through their cloaking device. Hunter Matheson: Find the power source and take it out? Caitlin Townshend: If we can't see in, with a distortion field this powerful, they probably can't see out. Cptn Ja'Lale: Explains why they haven't seemed to have seen us yet. Hunter Matheson: That's a good thing, right? Dyan Sylvanis: Hmm... I wonder if the field can repel things. Maybe we can find a big enough rock to throw at it? Hunter Matheson: ::he drums his fingers on the console::: Hunter Matheson: ::shrugs:: Tachyon beam? Cptn Ja'Lale: There're a lot of asteroids, maybe we can bounce one over at it ::shrugs:: Dyan Sylvanis: A tractor beam push would do it. Caitlin Townshend: ::wishes she had taken that extension course in particle physics and subspace geometry right about now:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Does a quick scan.:: I found one close by that is suitable. ::Sends coordinates to Kal.:: Hunter Matheson: Coordinates set in. Captain? ::turns for verification:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::nods: Let's do it. Once it's close enough, push it over. Hunter Matheson: Aye, Captain. Moving in ::Syl:: Got the tractor ready, or are we just going to hit it in their direction? Hunter Matheson: I mean... ::taps the console:: I can bump it, but it might scratch the paint. Cptn Ja'Lale: I'd rather you not. Caitlin Townshend: ::small smile at the bridge banter, something she isn't yet used to:: Hunter Matheson: ::pursed smile:: Aye, sir. Moving to tractor distance. Hunter Matheson: Tractor distance, ma'am ::Syl:: Ready when you are. Cptn Ja'Lale: ::nods:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Asteroid still out of range until Dyan comes back Dyan Sylvanis: I'm ready. Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The asteroid, about the size of an AMC Pacer moves to within tractor range. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Pushes the asteroid with the tractor beam, then cuts the beam once the asteroid is moving fast enough.:: Caitlin Townshend: ::monitoring sensor readings for the moment when the asteroid begins interacting with the cloaking field:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Asteroid chunk was successfully punted and heading for the cloak. It slowly floats for a few minutes, before bouncing off like hitting an invisible wall which it did. Hunter Matheson: Backing off... just in case it ricochets, 'cause, you know, that's not cool. Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: A brief shimmer of blue light appears where it impacted. Hunter Matheson: Hm... Dyan Sylvanis: Well It's a shield... Dvokr chim Hok: A hit was detected. Hunter Matheson: ::slowly:: Yeah.. Caitlin Townshend: Must have some kind of IFF. Cptn Ja'Lale: Indeed. Dyan Sylvanis: I wonder how much that thing can take. Hunter Matheson: ::leans close to Syl, whispers:: What's an IFF? Dyan Sylvanis: Identify Friend or Foe. Cptn Ja'Lale: The odd asteroid every now and then? Caitlin Townshend: Probably not much given how much surface area it has. Hunter Matheson: ::slow nod:: Makes sense. Caitlin Townshend: It would likely not withstand sustained phaser fire … but then however many ships they have in there would know we're here. Dyan Sylvanis: Maybe we can over load it with more asteroids. Cptn Ja'Lale: How often do they get asteroid showers here? Caitlin Townshend: In a nebula like this? ::does some quick calculations:: Caitlin Townshend: About once every few weeks Cptn Ja'Lale: Hmm, any way to detect when the last one was roughly? Cptn Ja'Lale: Though if I were the commander of this base, I'd probably have to drop shields to shoot at the asteroids. That'll work to our advantage. Caitlin Townshend: I can run a gravitational mapping of the immediate region, but it will take some time. Hunter Matheson: Well, sir. Why would they drop shields and shoot instead of letting the asteroids just bounce off? Hunter Matheson: Unless, you know, they need 'em for target practice 'cause they're out of sim rounds. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Nods to Ja’Lale.:: I was thinking that as well. If we can get them to come out, we might be able to find out how they can get in and out of the shield. Then we can duplicate it. Cptn Ja'Lale: Interesting point. Dyan Sylvanis: ((Oh you know for some reason I thought you said drop ships.)) Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: All right, what's a good TBS? An hour or two maybe to set up what we need to cause the asteroid shower? Cptn Ja'Lale: Cool.. 2 hours it is. Any other questions? Dvokr chim Hok: Asteroid Showers brings May flowers Hunter Matheson: And May flowers bring pilgrims? Cptn Ja'Lale: If none, then sim dismissed. Goodnight folks.
  3. Cptn Ja'Lale: USS CHALLENGER MISSION BRIEFING: 15//09/2017: The Challenger has arrived at an uncharted nebula and began its search for a purported Orion Pirate Base that was said to be nearby and contained hostages captured from freighter ships that were raided. Initial scans seemed to indicate faint signs of the base. TBS was none and we were on the trail.. Cptn Ja'Lale: Any questions? Dvokr chim Hok: Yes, where are the pirates? Hunter Matheson: Do we live? Cptn Ja'Lale: Somewhere. Cptn Ja'Lale: Maybe Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Hunter Matheson: Still on course, Captain. Full impulse. Cptn Ja'Lale: Great. Steady as she goes. Caitlin Townshend: Attempting to apply a narrow-band filter to boost the signal. Hunter Matheson: Steady as she goes, aye. Hunter Matheson: ::glance to Syl:: Anything there, ma'am? Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Initial scans show faint signs of an irregular energy source; a shield or cloaking device perhaps? Caitlin Townshend: The signature I'm detecting is consistent with a malfunctioning cloak, or a shield that isn't calibrated properly. Caitlin Townshend: I think I can narrow it down, but they might see us before we see them. Cptn Ja'Lale: Well well.. let's continue on slowly. Hunter Matheson: Aye, sir. Going to half impulse. Dvokr chim Hok: The nebula is making scans difficult. Cptn Ja'Lale: ::Nods:: As well as their shields or cloaking device, I imagine. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Sitting at TAC. She keeps an eye on the energy source.:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::sits as Challenger glides through the gaseous nebula with a nice external beauty shot:: Hunter Matheson: Still on course. No variation in draw. We are holding our own, sir. Cptn Ja'Lale: Excellent. Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The irregular signature continues the deeper they go in. Dyan Sylvanis: Signal is getting stronger. Cptn Ja'Lale: Great. Hopefully we still the element of surprise on our side. Hunter Matheson: ::Syl:: Anything indicating that it might be a trap? Dyan Sylvanis: Not at the moment Hunter Matheson: ::lets out a deep breath:: Sounds too normal to me... Caitlin Townshend: It's always a trap. Cptn Ja'Lale: When isn't it a trap? Hunter Matheson: ::chews on that one a while:: Hunter Matheson: Maybe when there's activity somewhere, sir. It just seems too quiet. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Smirks.:: Dvokr chim Hok: :: The bridge is quite silent... the sound of chirps and pings echo in the background :: Hunter Matheson: ::sharp glance to Syl::: Cptn Ja'Lale: Hm. Yeah, but then we still are kinda far out. Hunter Matheson: ::reluctantly:: Yes, sir. Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Just then, sensors show one small ship in the area heading deeper into the nebula. Dvokr chim Hok: :: looks :: Hunter Matheson: ::ready with several evasive maneuvers already entered, as well as pursuit modes::: Caitlin Townshend: Captain, I have a ship on sensors Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: A small scout ship perhaps. Cptn Ja'Lale: They're probably heading back to base. We can follow them discretely. Hunter Matheson: ::his eyes continue to shift from the viewscreen to his console:: Dvokr chim Hok: Ion trail. Dyan Sylvanis: I think it may be a scout. Cptn Ja'Lale: I wonder what it was doing out here. Dvokr chim Hok: They are not moving particularly fast. Cptn Ja'Lale: Probably scouting the area? Hunter Matheson: Captain, suggest following them in a roundabout way. If they spot us, we will look more like an exploratory vessel, sir. Maybe taking readings of the nebula? Cptn Ja'Lale: Sounds good.. I'll leave it to you. Hunter Matheson: Aye, sir. Changing course to... :::looks to the LT:: Anything interesting we might investigate, ma'am? Dyan Sylvanis: Other than random stellar debris? Hunter Matheson: ::shrugs:: Well, debris can be interesting if you're bored. I'll just maneuver to tangent, then parallel. Caitlin Townshend: Vessel hasn't noticed us yet. Hunter Matheson: Shifting to parallel. Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Challenger manages to evade the scout's detection and is probably about a few thousand km behind. It continues on before it slows and suddenly disappears. Hunter Matheson: ::blink:: Hunter Matheson: That's.. Weird. Any indication of a portal? ::super antsy::: Dyan Sylvanis: Um...::Checking sensors.:: Not sure where it went. Maybe some sort of field. Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: Great job.. we'll pick it from there next time. ANy questions? Cptn Ja'Lale: OK.. goodnight folks. See you next week.
  4. USS Challenger - 01 SEP 2017: The Challenger has dropped off prisoners from an Orion pirate cartel that had been attacking passing freighters and plundering its cargo and crew. Before departing, they had gotten information that the freighter crews are being held in the pirates' base of operations in a secluded area of space amongst asteroids and remote moons and planets. Challenger is tasked to find and rescue the crew before they are either killed or sold off to the Orion Slave Market. TBS was 1 day IIRC. BEGIN SIM BEGIN SIM Hunter Matheson: ::at helm, doing the helm thing::: Dvokr chim Hok: :: Ops :: Caitlin Townshend: ::walks onto the bridge for the start of her shift, whistling lightly under her breath:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Challenger is approaching the nebula area again to begin their search for the pirate base. Hunter Matheson: ::hears the el tee enter, but he's fixing a glitch::: Hunter Matheson: ::and muttering to the console::: Hunter Matheson: Approaching the nebula, Captain. Cptn Ja'Lale: Okay, let's begin our scans Hunter Matheson: Drop from warp, sir? Caitlin Townshend: Affirmative, beginning scams. I mean, scans. Cptn Ja'Lale: Yes, drop us from warp. Hunter Matheson: ::stifles a snort::: Hunter Matheson: Drop from warp, aye. Going to full impulse. Hunter Matheson: ::he eases her into the nebula::: Caitlin Townshend: Starting for obvious orbital installations. If we don't detect anything from there I'll move on to looking for signs of surface emplacements. Cptn Ja'Lale: Great Caitlin Townshend: Keep in mind that given the double challenge of a nebula and asteroid bodies, it may take some time before we're in a position where we can detect the base. Hunter Matheson: Go to stealth mode, sir? (do we have one?) Cptn Ja'Lale: (I think we do..) Yes. Caitlin Townshend: Mr Hok, it's possible we could detect trace comm signals from their base and use that to narrow down the search. You'd need a pretty juicy signal booster to get comms out of this nebula. Hunter Matheson: Stealth mode engaged. Cptn Ja'Lale: ::checks out his console:: Dvokr chim Hok: :: tapping controls :: Caitlin Townshend: ::scannity scan scan scan:: Dvokr chim Hok: We would only get a general direction and nothing precise Hunter Matheson: ::patting the console, whispering sweet nothings:: Hunter Matheson: ::she's not responding the way she should::: Hunter Matheson: ::Hok:: Sir, could you check helm systems, see if there's interference? She's not as responsive as she should be. Hunter Matheson: I mean, even in the nebula she's been okay, up to now. Dvokr chim Hok: You mean the reaction times or our passage through this medium? Hunter Matheson: Not sure, sir. Her reaction time is off, yes, but I'm having to adjust and readjust vector too often. Hunter Matheson: I can't find anything wonky with the console, she's just... like she's reacting to something, inside or... ::he looks up:: out? Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Scans initially inconclusive; either they're not there or they're well hidden. Hunter Matheson: ::he checks out the viewscreen for a minute, then runs another diag on helm console:: Dvokr chim Hok: I will check Hunter Matheson: ::continues on manual course corrections::: Cptn Ja'Lale: Anything yet? Caitlin Townshend: Not yet, sir. Caitlin Townshend: Switching to a multi-spectral imaging mode. Hunter Matheson: ::watching helm as she drifts off course again::: Caitlin Townshend: Hmm Hunter Matheson: ::manual correction:: Caitlin Townshend: Captain, I'm detecting a very unusual amount of metallic composites in this region. ::puts it on-screen:: Caitlin Townshend: Now, they could be naturally occurring. Or they could be a base. Or they could be a trap. Dyan Sylvanis: :;Steps onto the bridge, replacing the crewman at her console.:: Hunter Matheson: Whoa... Hunter Matheson: Captain, that's the course helm keeps trying to take. Cptn Ja'Lale: ::Checks the viewer:: That you can't enter automatically? Interesting. Hunter Matheson: No, sir. I keep correcting manually, but she keeps drifting in that direction. Cptn Ja'Lale: Towards there? I wonder why.. Dvokr chim Hok: A gravity force Hunter Matheson: But, as Lt Townshend says, it could be a trap. Cptn Ja'Lale: From a planet or moon? Cptn Ja'Lale: Seems like our best lead. What do you think? Hunter Matheson: ::thinks he really doesn't want to be in this nebula, but he's not gonna say:: Caitlin Townshend: Only one way to find out. Hunter Matheson: ::and suddenly realizes Syl is at tac:: Cptn Ja'Lale: I suppose you're right. Hunter Matheson: ::waiting for the word::: Dvokr chim Hok: We should be able to detect a mass that size.. Cptn Ja'Lale: ::nods:: Set a course, slowly. Hunter Matheson: Setting course, 7 degrees to port. Hunter Matheson: :::allows helm to drift that way, watching to see if she stops at a certain point:: Hunter Matheson: Continuing full impulse Hunter Matheson: ::and just like a compass...::: She's stopped, sir. On the money. No more drift. Cptn Ja'Lale: Hm Caitlin Townshend: Some kind of tractor control system? Hunter Matheson: Nothing at helm to indicate that, ma'am. More like a magnet, if you know what I mean. Hunter Matheson: ::shrugs:: Might be natural. Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Unusual scans seem to be getting stronger the further they go in. Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Hunter Matheson: ::done:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Great job... maybe we'll see what it could be next time. TBS is minimal if any. Any questions before we dismiss? Hunter Matheson: no sir Cptn Ja'Lale: If not then sim dismissed. Have a great long weekend. See you next week or in a few moments.
  5. Cptn Ja'Lale: USS CHALLENGER MISSION BRIEF - 11 AUG 2017: The Challenger is arriving at SB 189 after picking up seven Orion pirates from the two surviving Orion fighters. Challenger is arriving to the star base now. TBS was 24 hours. Cptn Ja'Lale: Questions? Cptn Ja'Lale: Begin Sim Hunter Matheson: ::slow approach to the base, waiting for permission to dock:: Hunter Matheson: Waiting for berthing instructions, Captain. Hunter Matheson: ::looks at Hok::: Cptn Ja'Lale: Hail the station and request docking clearance. Dvokr chim Hok: :: taps Hunter Matheson: ::hold music comes through the phones::: Cptn Ja'Lale: Station> +Challenger+ Cleared for docking at berth 02 Right. Security is on its way to take the prisoners. Hunter Matheson: Squawking Challenger ID, Captain. Received. Proceeding to berth 2 starboard. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Waiting down by the brig for station security. Hunter Matheson: SGT Mardy> ::standing with her::: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Challenger docks and station security arrives to take the pirates to the station's brig. Hunter Matheson: Docking complete. Umbilical engaged. Going to station power. Cptn Ja'Lale: Station Security Guy> We have some new information regarding things with the captured freighters we'd like to interrogate them about. Dvokr chim Hok: :: Exhales :: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Nods.:: They are in split up in the cells. You are welcome to them. Hunter Matheson: SGT Mardy> Yes, sir. ::he looks over to the nurse in charge:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Sec> Thanks. Lead the way. Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Station security comprises of about a dozen big burly dudes who follow them over to the brig. Hunter Matheson: SGT Mardy> ::his detail steps back to let them take over, with only a few guards remaining in the brig. Cptn Ja'Lale: ::ponders, remembering his own interrogation with the pirates:: We won't stay long. Thankfully, I had a somewhat productive chat with the pirates and have a next course. Mr. Hok, please advise the department heads to meet in the conference room in ten minutes. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Shows the guards in.:: Dvokr chim Hok: +Chimes over the ship+ Attention heads of departments, there will be a meeting in the conference room in ten minutes. Cptn Ja'Lale: Guards> Thanks. ::the guards round up the pirates, cuff them and begin to escort them back to the station brig. Cptn Ja'Lale: All right. Let's go when you're ready. You're all invited as well. Hunter Matheson: ::finalizing his report and closing the flight plan that he will submit to the captain for review, then copies to Starfleet::: Hunter Matheson: (was that to the bridge crew, or the guards?) Cptn Ja'Lale: (to bridge crew) Hunter Matheson: ::turns:: Invited, Captain? Cptn Ja'Lale: To the meeting in the conference room, you might find the information useful for course plotting and such. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Watches the guards leave with the prisoners, before leaving as well. She takes a TL back up.:: Hunter Matheson: Yes, sir. Understood. I just have a few things to finalize for helm, and I'll be along, sir. Cptn Ja'Lale: Very well. Meet you there. ::gets up and heads to the conference room:: Hunter Matheson: ::scribble, scribble, scribble, thumbprint, and he sends it off:: Hunter Matheson: ::final helm shutdown check, log off, then bolts to the CR:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::Settles down in the conference room:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Enters the conference room after everyone else.:: The prisoners have been handed over to station security and are on the way to their new homes. ::Takes a seat.:: Hunter Matheson: ::he stops short, straightens his uniform, checks his hair, then enters::: Dvokr chim Hok: :: Enters the conference room thinking he is merely the notetaker :: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::Looks around:: Ok, thanks for coming. I'll try to make it brief. Hunter Matheson: ::then he takes a seat, conveniently next to Syl:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Smiles.:: Hunter Matheson: ::crooked smile and a whispered:: Hey. Cptn Ja'Lale: After interrogating the Orion pirates, we managed to get some information regarding where they originate from. ::brings up a map on the holo-viewer:: About 4 light years away from here is an isolated array of asteroids. From what I gathered, they are based in this area. Cptn Ja'Lale: The Orions, in addition to stealing the freighters' cargo for sale on the black market have also kidnapped the crews for ransom. So far nothing has been paid due to the Federation's policies against paying terrorists or pirates, but they say it won't be long before the crew are either killed, and for the women - sold to the Orion slave market. I wasn't able to get a precise timeframe, but time is of course of the essence here. Hunter Matheson: ::mutters something unrepeatable about them selling the women:: Cptn Ja'Lale: We're to organise a mission to find their base of operations and rescue the freighter crew. Cptn Ja'Lale: The base will probably be shielded, so we'll need to scan for any jamming devices that might be in the area as well as any ships protecting the base. Cptn Ja'Lale: Any questions before we continue? Hunter Matheson: ::finger raises::: Cptn Ja'Lale: Yes? Cptn Ja'Lale: (5 minutes) Hunter Matheson: Sir, helm took quite a beating in the nebula. They're analyzing the damage, and depending on what they find, we might have to wait for repairs. Hunter Matheson: Or... we can go without repairs.... sir. Cptn Ja'Lale: ::nods:: Understood. We'll have to take on repairs as well as to restock. I'll speak with station staff to try to get repairs done ASAP Hunter Matheson: ::he looks around wondering if any other systems were damaged::: Hunter Matheson: Yes, sir. Cptn Ja'Lale: As it always is, we won't leave as soon as I would've liked. We'll have to play catch up once we leave. Cptn Ja'Lale: Let me know what else you might need as well, or forward to the station's quartermaster. Hunter Matheson: yes, sir Cptn Ja'Lale: Anything else? Cptn Ja'Lale: OK, meeting is adjourned. Get some rest and something to eat. We'll probably need all the energy we can get. Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Hunter Matheson: ::done:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Great job folks - we'll pick up 24 hours later. Repairs and restock will be done and we should be ready to depart. Any questions? Hunter Matheson: no sir Cptn Ja'Lale: OK sim dismissed. Goodnight folks. See you next week or in a few minutes.
  6. Cptn Ja'Lale: USS Challenger Mission Brief - 04 August 2017. The Challenger engaged in a group of Orion pirate ships and summarily either disabled or destroyed the attacking ships. Three ships were destroyed, while two ships remain - both disabled and heavily damaged from the attack. Scans indicate seven lifesigns on both ships. Cptn Ja'Lale: Questions? Cptn Ja'Lale: TBS was none Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Dvokr chim Hok: We can be withing transporter distance in a few minutes. Hunter Matheson: ::at helm, easing the ship toward the disabled vessels::: Dyan Sylvanis: :;At Tac.:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::Nods:: Great. Get a transport lock once we're in range. Are we able to beam the pirates directly into the brig? Dvokr chim Hok: We can. Medical should be on the way as well. Dyan Sylvanis: Security is already on alert. Cptn Ja'Lale: Very well. Let's beam them into two brigs then. Hunter Matheson: Coming to 30,000 km… Moving into transport distance. Hunter Matheson: At 20,000.... Now. We are within transport range, Captain. Cptn Ja'Lale: Get a lock and beam them over. Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The seven pirates are beamed into two adjoining brigs. Dyan Sylvanis: The pirates are secured in the brig. Cptn Ja'Lale: Set a course for Starbase 189 at warp 7. Dvokr chim Hok: :: Look at the power :: Hunter Matheson: Setting course for Starbase 189, warp 7, aye. Hunter Matheson: Ready at your command. Cptn Ja'Lale: Engage. Hunter Matheson: Engaging. Cptn Ja'Lale: Mr Hok, contact medical and security to check in on our guests. Dvokr chim Hok: +Med+Sec+ Please send a team to the brig to check on our guests. Hunter Matheson: ::exiting the outer rings of the nebula::: Hunter Matheson: ::or whatever they are... boundaries?:: Cptn Ja'Lale: (You can NPC medical or security/Marines to talk with the pirates or go down yourself if you're a marine) Hunter Matheson: (Sounds like an order, sir, since there's only one Marine here :P ) Cptn Ja'Lale: (lol) Dvokr chim Hok: Nurse Hokfan> What do we have here? :: she says as she enters the brig :: Hunter Matheson: SGT Mardy> ::with Hokfan:: Hunter Matheson: SGT Mardy> ::geared up like he's gonna kill them all if they blink the wrong way, 'cause he's a Marine Ooorah!::: Dvokr chim Hok: Nurse Hokfan> :: Gets out her tricorder and scans through the forcefield. :: to the pirate :: You are on the USS Challenger, what are your injuries? Dyan Sylvanis: ::Lets a replacement crewman take her station as she stands.:: I guess I'll go greet our guests. Hunter Matheson: SGT Mardy> ::and he has those piercing eyes, too::: Cptn Ja'Lale: Pirate> ::growls:: We range in injuries from plasma burns, lacerations and a bumped head. The Orion Syndicate will hear of this. Hunter Matheson: ::he nods to the replacement::: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::Nods:: Very well. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Nods as she heads off to the lift.:: Brig. Hunter Matheson: SGT Mardy> ::wants to snort, but he's pretty sure that the Orions can get nasty::: Dvokr chim Hok: Nurse Hokfan> I'm sure they hear all manner of things. :: looks at security :: Sargent, I need to treat them IN the cell. How about we move the injured to their own cell one at a time? Hunter Matheson: SGT Mardy> Yes, ma'am. Who do you want first? Dvokr chim Hok: Nurse Hokfan> Her, the burnt one. :: points :: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Steps out of the lift, and after a short walk down the hall, enters the brig.:: Hunter Matheson: SGT Mardy> ::signals a minion to help her up and bring her along::: Hunter Matheson: SGT Mardy> ::then he steps out of the cell behind the doc, the minion, and the injured lady::: Dvokr chim Hok: Nurse Hokfan> :: Actually, just place a chair in the middle. I will treat her there. Dvokr chim Hok: Nurse Hokfan> :: scans :: What is your name? Hunter Matheson: SGT Mardy> ::and doesn't forget to secure the cell, then spots the El Tee and gives a nod:: ma'am. Hunter Matheson: SGT Mardy> ::makes a space for her::: Cptn Ja'Lale: Burnt Pirate> ::Doesn't offer any resistance due to her condition: I am Sharla. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Walks up to the security field.:: What's the situation? Cptn Ja'Lale: Another Pirate> You won't get anything from us, Federation! Hunter Matheson: SGT Mardy> Nurse Hokfan is taking them singly into a separate cell for triage and treatment, ma'am. Dvokr chim Hok: Nurse Hokfan> I am Marla. First, something for the pain.. Hunter Matheson: SGT Mardy> From there, it's up to her. Cptn Ja'Lale: Sharla> Hmm, our names rhyme. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Nods.:: Dvokr chim Hok: Nurse Hokfan> Then something for the burn. :: sprays something all over her :: How far does the burn extend? Cptn Ja'Lale: Sharla> ::points from her cheek down to her chest:: Hunter Matheson: SGT Mardy> ::Lt:: We have 4 in one cell, 3 in the other. Have plenty of cells. Maybe it's best to keep them separated, ma'am. Just suggesting. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Nods.:: Do it. Dvokr chim Hok: Nurse Hokfan> Turn so your back is to the forcefield. Cptn Ja'Lale: Sharla> ::Does as instructed:: Dvokr chim Hok: Nurse Hokfan> Pardon me... :: exposes more of her chest to spray the anti-burn medication on her. :: This will sting a bit... Cptn Ja'Lale: Sharla> Mmm. Dvokr chim Hok: Nurse Hokfan> Yeah... just a little more... there. :: covers her back up :: That will create a seal around the burn like a loose bandage. It will feel tight for a while Dvokr chim Hok: Nurse Hokfan> Next.... Hunter Matheson: SGT Mardy> ::Nurse:: Ma'am, how about we put them in separate cells so they can heal properly? Hunter Matheson: SGT Mardy> So we can move them each to one cell and they can rest, ma'am? Dyan Sylvanis: ::Quietly to Mardy:: When the nurse is done with her, I want that prisoner moved to a different location. Away from the others, and bio filters on maximum. Dvokr chim Hok: Nurse Hokfan> That will be fine Hunter Matheson: SGT Mardy> ::not mentioning the possibility of collaboration if they stay together.::: Hunter Matheson: SGT Mardy> Yes, ma'am. ::orders the other minions to shift them to separate cells:: Hunter Matheson: SGT Mardy> Now you can choose your next patient and have more privacy. Hunter Matheson: SGT Mardy> ::quietly to LT:: Yes, ma'am. How far? Dvokr chim Hok: Nurse Hokfan> :: waits for the next one :: Just choose one Sergeant. Dyan Sylvanis: Far enough. Hunter Matheson: SGT Mardy> You're the doctor, ma'am. I wouldn't know which one to choose. Hunter Matheson: SGT Mardy> ::nod to Syl:: Yes, ma'am. Hunter Matheson: SGT Mardy> :::signals to the minion before the other guy's locked up and they put him the farthest cell possible::: Cptn Ja'Lale: Pirates> ::all now separated:: Hunter Matheson: SGT Mardy> ::stands by the LT in case he's needed, and he can watch everything from where they are standing::: Dvokr chim Hok: Nurse Hokfan> :: Time passes and she treats each of the pirate people persons :: Cptn Ja'Lale: Pirates> ::a bit testy but otherwise quiet for now, holding their cards close to their chests:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Observing them quietly for now.:: Hunter Matheson: ETA to the starbase is [X, up to Skipper], sir. Dvokr chim Hok: Nurse Hokfan> :: Treats her last patient :: That should be it Sargent. Cptn Ja'Lale: 24 hours? Sounds good. Hopefully the pirates won't cause too much of a fuss down there. Hunter Matheson: Aye, Sir. ::hoping they don't cause much ruckus::: Cptn Ja'Lale: I should go down and chat with them too. Hopefully we can get some information out of them as to the whereabouts of the freighter crew they've abducted. Hunter Matheson: SGT Mardy> ::doing his thing while the minions do all the work::: Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: Ok, great job folks. If I remember, I'll be sure to log the captain's interrogation of the pirates this week. TBS will be 24 hours when we'll be approaching SB 189. Any questions? Cptn Ja'Lale: If there's nothing else, then sim dismissed. See most of you on Aegis in a few, and the rest next week!
  7. Happy Anniversary, STSF! I can't believe it has been 15 years since we began this forum! Congratulations to Admiral Atragon and everyone who was there!
  8. USS Challenger Mission Briefing: 28 July 2017 - The Challenger was powered down and masked as a freighter to lure in the Orion Pirates which was reported to be attacking ships in the area. When we left off, sensors detected five pirate ships in the area and quickly approaching. The pirates have so far shown no signs they've detected Challenger's actual signature. TBS was none, IIRC. Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Hunter Matheson: ::helm, making like a freighter:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Almost there.. ::checking out the ships' positions:: Dvokr chim Hok: We may be in the midst of being surrounded. Hunter Matheson: ::Captain:: Scramble Shadow, or is it too iffy? Dyan Sylvanis: ::At Tactical:: I wouldn't recommend it in this nebula. The fighter's shields aren't modified. Hunter Matheson: ::nod:: Yes, ma'am. Cptn Ja'Lale: Be ready to raise shields once they're close enough. ::ponders at Hunter:: It'd be cutting it close.. how soon can they launch? Cptn Ja'Lale: ::nods:: Yes. You're right, I think. I think we can manage with those smaller ships. Dvokr chim Hok: They may be as blind as we are if the gas density is enough Hunter Matheson: Helm ready for evasive maneuvers at your command, Captain. Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The pirate ships enter Challenger's sensor range, though due to interference with the nebula may be hard to accurately target. Cptn Ja'Lale: ::hears a beep:: Ok. Now. Shields up. Cptn Ja'Lale: Execute evasives, targeting the lead ship. Dvokr chim Hok: Captain, we may need to be careful about moving here, The wake we create could give away our position Dyan Sylvanis: ::Raises shields Hunter Matheson: ::checks the reading:: Executing evasives now. ::press:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::nods:: So noted. We'll have to move quickly then. Hunter Matheson: Strap in. Could be a rough ride. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Targets the ships.:: Weapons ready Hunter Matheson: ::checking Syl's targeting, matching evasive maneuvers:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The trap had been sprung; Challenger quickly manoevres out of the nebula and fires a volley at the lead ship. The other ships scramble erratically. Hunter Matheson: ::bringing the ship to bear on the lead ship, giving her a good line of execution::: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION> ::thanks to Hunter's piloting, Dyan has a good position to cause significant damage to the lead ship, which disables their port nacelle:: Dvokr chim Hok: :: Moving power around :: Hunter Matheson: ::taking cues from TAC::: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Fires when she gets an opening.:: Hunter Matheson: ::Syl::: Coming around to make a hole. Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The remaining pirates group together and fire back at the Challenger. Dvokr chim Hok: :: Tosses in his seat :: Hunter Matheson: ::snort:: Stupid guys. Clumped together. Like a turkey shoot. Hunter Matheson: Hang on, going through the center. Cptn Ja'Lale: ::Nods:: I suppose they're not used to having the ships they attack fire back at them.. Hunter Matheson: ::Syl:: You like starboard or port side better? Dyan Sylvanis: Port. ::Fires at the cluster.:: Hunter Matheson: Coming around to bear on port side. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Nods.:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::holds on and watches the viewscreen:: Dvokr chim Hok: :: Concentrating on his console :: Hunter Matheson: ::zooms through the cluster, bearing to port:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Fires all phasers.:: Hunter Matheson: Um... think you have a new calling, ma'am. ::continues through, then pulls up for another run::: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Challenger fires upon the cluster of ships, much like fish in a barrel. The ships sustain more heavy damage. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Once clear, she fires aft torpedoes.:: Dvokr chim Hok: We are coming out of this better than I expected. Hunter Matheson: ::Syl:: Taking attack form Foxtrot. Hold on. Cptn Ja'Lale: Well, doubtless five medium sized fighter ships won't stand much chance against an Excelsior class. Don't wanna brag, just sayin' Hunter Matheson: ::grins as he takes aim at the disabled ships again::: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Two of the ships go boom Cptn Ja'Lale: The resulting explosion takes out a third. Only one ship now remains in operable condition. Hunter Matheson: ::blinks at the brief, but spectacular flash onscreen::: Dvokr chim Hok: :: Hok continues to shake around :: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Fires on the last ship.:: Hunter Matheson: ::zooms by::: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Dyan's shot hits its mark, disabling the last ship. Dyan Sylvanis: All ships destroyed or disabled. Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Two ships remain undestroyed, heavily damage. Faint lifesigns can be detected in both. Hunter Matheson: Stand down attack, Captain? Cptn Ja'Lale: ::Nods:: Yes, stand down. Hunter Matheson: Standing down attack, aye. Hunter Matheson: ::Syl, quietly:: Good shooting. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Smirks.:: Hunter Matheson: Now, if you could only do as well on the range, we'd be a pair. Hunter Matheson: (someone going to say something about the lifesigns?) Hunter Matheson: (pretty sweet to get a few prisoners) Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: There are seven life signs on both ships, all Orion. Dvokr chim Hok: Power to transporters... any females? Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: All males. Dyan Sylvanis: Security has been sent to the transporters.:: Hunter Matheson: Holding position. Dvokr chim Hok: (that's a real buzz kill there Captain) Hunter Matheson: (heh) Cptn Ja'Lale: (lol) Cptn Ja'Lale: Beam them out once you have a lock, then let’s get out of here Hunter Matheson: ::plots course away from the nebula:: Hunter Matheson: ::several alternate routes, just in case::: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: They beam out the pirates and depart the nebula. Hunter Matheson: Set course for...? Cptn Ja'Lale: Set a course back to the star base, Hunter Matheson: Aye, sir. Back to base. Cptn Ja'Lale: Wanna go check on our prisoners? Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Dvokr chim Hok: paused and see most in a sec Cptn Ja'Lale: OK. TBS is a few hours. Sim dismissed.
  9. Cptn Ja'Lale: USS Challenger Mission Brief - 07 July 2017. Challenger is looking for signs of pirate ships that have been attacking various freighters. We may have some results that look promising. TBS was none, I believe. Cptn Ja'Lale: Any questions? Hunter Matheson: no, sir Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Hunter Matheson: ::holding steady at helm::: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::looking at readings:: Hunter Matheson: ::playing like an old freighter, ready to crater:: Dvokr chim Hok: :: At Operations :: Hunter Matheson: ::Syl:: you keepin' a close eye on tac? Dyan Sylvanis: ::Sitting at her console. She nods.:: Yeah. Hunter Matheson: The shift could get dicey. Cptn Ja'Lale: Definitely could. Cptn Ja'Lale: Are we close to our destination point? Be ready to shut down all but vital systems once we arrive. Hopefully it won't be long for them to take the bait. Hunter Matheson: Moving in, sir. Lumbering takes a while. Hunter Matheson: ::Syl::: helm sensors are foggy. Let me know when to shut down. Hunter Matheson: ::Syl:: Uh.. ma'am. Dvokr chim Hok: Aye Hunter Matheson: ::Syl:: Ma'am? Dyan Sylvanis: Shut down now Hunter Matheson: Shutting down. Dvokr chim Hok: :: Shuts down the main systems :: Hunter Matheson: ::puts on the brakes::: Hunter Matheson: ::hoping they don't drift into something they shouldn't drift into::: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Challenger is plunged into almost darkness, save for emergency lighting. Only basic systems like life support,etc are online. Hunter Matheson: ::antsy, but still focused::: Dvokr chim Hok: :: It's dark :: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Sits back in her chair as the lights go out.:: This will be fun. Hunter Matheson: ::except that he can smell Syl's shampoo or something::: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Challenger's energy signatures go dark, nothing on long range just yet, but it's still early. Hunter Matheson: ::nip:: Yeah, fun. Or deadly. Cptn Ja'Lale: Always great playing the waiting game. Hunter Matheson: ::pats the helm console, trying to get a grip::: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: A few commercials later, sensors detect a ping in long range and slowly approaching us. Dvokr chim Hok: :: Hears the ping :: Hunter Matheson: ::distant ping drifts his way::: Cptn Ja'Lale: Getting anything? Dyan Sylvanis: ::Sits up.:: Something is approaching. Hunter Matheson: ::looks her way::: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::nods: Finally. Stand by.. Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: About four more smaller sized vessels show up and form together, slowly approaching the Challenger. Hunter Matheson: Standing by.. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Quietly.:: There appears to be five of them. Cptn Ja'Lale: Be ready to raise shields and arm weapons, once they're close enough. Hunter Matheson: ::syl:: Hostile? Dyan Sylvanis: Can't tell without active sensors, but considering there is no one else out here, I'm willing to bet so. Dyan Sylvanis: Ready to power up shields and weapons. Hunter Matheson: ::nods, goes back to staring at the helm console:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The five vessels break into different positions around the Challenger. ID scans are inconclusive, but the ships appear to be the same type as the ships the Challenger previously encountered. Dyan Sylvanis: They are definitely the same type of ships we encountered. Cptn Ja'Lale: That's a good sign, or bad depending on how you take it. Hunter Matheson: Ready to power helm on command. Hunter Matheson: ::leg bounces in anticipation::: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The ships are now within range, apparently still not aware of the Challenger's actual signature, they appear to be powering up their weapons Hunter Matheson: ::hands poised over the console::: Dyan Sylvanis: They are powering weapons Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Dyan Sylvanis: ::paused:: Hunter Matheson: ::done:: Cptn Ja'Lale: oooh Dyan Sylvanis: dun dun dun Cptn Ja'Lale: OK, we'll pick up from there next week.
  10. Cptn Ja'Lale: USS Challenger Mission Brief: 30 JUN 2017 - The Challenger has arrived at the pirates' last known coordinates to begin searching for the pirates' last known coordinates. Cptn Ja'Lale: TBS was a day. Cptn Ja'Lale: Any questions? Hunter Matheson: ? Cptn Ja'Lale: Yes Hunter Matheson: We're searching for the pirates hideout? Cptn Ja'Lale: Correct Dvokr chim Hok: I like the brief Hunter Matheson: heh. was thinking of that Dvokr chim Hok: Episode title: "Last Known Coordinates" Hunter Matheson: Copy that, Skip Cptn Ja'Lale: lol Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: It's Friday man.. it's been a long week ok :P Hunter Matheson: heh Dvokr chim Hok: :: At his personal last known coordinates, the Operations chair on the bridge :: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::on the bridge looking out at the viewscreen:: Hunter Matheson: ::doing the helm thing, muttering to himself about nebulas and why pirates have to hide in nebulas and why don't they hide in some place like an asteroid belt::: Hunter Matheson: ::sighs:: Continue on the grid, Captain? Cptn Ja'Lale: Yes please. Dvokr chim Hok: If I was a pirate I would first acquire stealth technology. Cptn Ja'Lale: and a cloaking device Hunter Matheson: Continuing on search grid, aye. Hunter Matheson: Moving on to Utah seven niner niner. Hunter Matheson: ::brings the ship around on course for the next grid sweep:: Caitlin Townshend: Maybe instead of trying to find them, we could bring them to us. Hunter Matheson: ::sounds like a plan:: Hunter Matheson: ::turns:: Like, play dead, Lieutenant? Cptn Ja'Lale: I like that idea... Dvokr chim Hok: This is so slow. :: Checking power readings :: Caitlin Townshend: ::Hunter:: Something like that. I was thinking we could disguise Challenger's sensor readings as a juicy, overladen, under-powered freighter. Caitlin Townshend: Make us a tempting target, lure them out. By the time they get close enough to cut through the nebula interference and ID us as a Starfleet vessel, it's too late. Hunter Matheson: ::snorts into a chuckle:: Sounds like a plan to me. ::watching the grid:: Caitlin Townshend: ::waits for the captain to comment on her proposal:: Dvokr chim Hok: Plasma... Cptn Ja'Lale: Sounds like it could work, if we're in the right location and power down most of our systems. Cptn Ja'Lale: I think it's a good plan and seems to be our best bet in finding the pirates. We just need to find the right location to spring our trap. Cptn Ja'Lale: Unless anyone else has any other ideas? Hunter Matheson: Captain, I'm detecting a pretty nasty cloud formation to port. If we get close enough it'll help us mask who we are, make it look like we're dead in space. Cptn Ja'Lale: How soon can we get there and also how soon can we.. as you humans say.. play possum? Hunter Matheson: Well, sir. I can get us there in ::checks tactical:: ten minutes, give or take. don Hunter Matheson: don't want to actually go inside, or we could be dead in space. Caitlin Townshend: I can reconfigure the deflector dish to help mask our signature if Mr. Hok can work on tamping our power profile. Hunter Matheson: I mean, close to the cloud would be enough to disable an overweight freighter. Cptn Ja'Lale: I agree, I don't want to get too close but close enough to mask our ID. I'll leave it up to you guys to determine how close we need to be and other such details. Dvokr chim Hok: :: Nods :: Hunter Matheson: ::watching their course closely, he speaks to Syl when she settles in::: We're going to get close to that cloud to port ::quick point:: when Lt Townshend gets us ready. Hunter Matheson: Take TAC for me? ::hopes:: Dvokr chim Hok: :: taps :: Setting faulty power profile. Caitlin Townshend: ::working on reconfiguring deflector:: Caitlin Townshend: OK, I've adjusted the deflector so that, combined with our power profile, we'll look more like a freighter than a cruiser. Dvokr chim Hok: What if they are watching us now? Dyan Sylvanis: ::Nods, sitting at her console.:: Hunter Matheson: ::prepares to change course toward the dark cloud:: Hunter Matheson: ::Hok:: Tell them we're a science mission? Hunter Matheson: Looking for scientific things? Cptn Ja'Lale: ::Nods:: Gaseous anomalies. Cptn Ja'Lale: ::monitors sensors and other readouts:: Dyan Sylvanis: I imagine there wouldn't be much talking. Cptn Ja'Lale: Shoot first, ask questions later Hunter Matheson: Coming up on grid change, Captain. Hold position? Cptn Ja'Lale: Aye. Hold here please. Caitlin Townshend: Deflector ready. Hunter Matheson: Hold position, aye. Cptn Ja'Lale: Are we ready to begin? Hok, inform the crew we'll be going dark. Hunter Matheson: ::eyeballing the best place to slip toward:: Dvokr chim Hok: Aye Hunter Matheson: Lt Townshend, can you give me the best approach to that cloud, ma'am? I'm not sure of its composition, only that it could be deadly. Dvokr chim Hok: +shipwide+ Attention crew. Challenger going dark. I repeat, Challenger going dark. Cptn Ja'Lale: (5 minutes) Hunter Matheson: ::figures he should have studied harder in nebula comp 375::: Caitlin Townshend: Here, sending you a vector now. Hunter Matheson: Yes, ma'am. Vector received. Hunter Matheson: Tacking to port 058 degrees, moving in. Hunter Matheson: Lumbering like a lumber monster. Dvokr chim Hok: :: Getting nervous:: Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: Great job. We'll pick up from there next week. (TBS = 0) Any questions? Cptn Ja'Lale: OK then. Sim dismissed.. have a great week everyone. Happy Canada Day and Independence Day.
  11. Cptn Ja'Lale: USS Challenger - Mission Brief 23 Jun 2017. The Challenger has taken on supplies & repairs and is ready to depart. They have been dispatched to investigate possible rumors of an Orion pirate operations that was targeting freighters in the area. TBS was 12 hours. Any questions? Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Hunter Matheson: ::doing the helm thing:: Hunter Matheson: ::checking the latest sector reports, looking for the best infil options:: Dvokr chim Hok: :: at operations :: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::Seated in his chair, reading his intel briefing:: Mr Hok,. request clearance to depart once we're ready and everyone's accounted for. Hunter Matheson: ::finishes up preflight, signaling station OPS regarding same:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Once we're clear, set a course back to the area around the nebula.. though, if you were an Orion pirate where would you hide your ships and ill-gotten gains. Dvokr chim Hok: Inert low gravity object... Small moon or asteroid. Hunter Matheson: Setting course toward the nebula, aye. On your command, Captain. Cptn Ja'Lale: Engage. Once we're within sensor range, start looking for potential hiding spots. Dvokr chim Hok: Or keep it onboard for quick profit... Captain Cptn Ja'Lale: They also have the crew from the first freighter hostage as well. THat might be hard to keep them on a small ship for too long. Hunter Matheson: Engaging course toward the nebula, aye. Dvokr chim Hok: :: taps :: Dvokr chim Hok: :: sighs :: Hunter Matheson: :::checking all parameters, making sure the ship is.. well, ship-shape::: Hunter Matheson: ::snort:: Hunter Matheson: ::lets out a breath and relaxes for the first time since coming aboard::: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Challenger is clear of the station and jumps to warp. Hunter Matheson: ::watching the board, speaking to Syl:: So, what's the tactical reading? Anything interesting? Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Near the nebula are of course looks of asteroids of various sizes. and a small star systems of barren planets and moons some light years away. Hunter Matheson: ::his console pings an alarm for asteroid avoidance:: Hunter Matheson: ::and he engages the auto avoidance system, then looks at Syl to see if she's asleep::: Hunter Matheson: ::quietly:: Syl? Hunter Matheson: You okay? Hunter Matheson: Approaching the nebular perimeter, Captain. Dvokr chim Hok: :: checking power Cptn Ja'Lale: ::Nods:: Slow to impulse once we're in range Hunter Matheson: In range of the nebula, Captain, or in range of a suspected asteroid? Hunter Matheson: Coming up on the nebula. Dropping from warp, going to full impulse. Cptn Ja'Lale: Suspected nebula preferably. Hunter Matheson: Aye, sir. ::Syl:: Any reading on tactical that screams "Orions"? Dvokr chim Hok: Power to sensors... Dvokr chim Hok: :: brings up the power allocations Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Quite a lot of possible places our Orion friends could be hiding in. Hunter Matheson: ::Hok::: Any particular place we should look, sir? Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: Good work all. We'll pick from there next week. Any questions? Cptn Ja'Lale: Sim dismissed.. Have a great week.
  12. Cptn Ja'Lale: MISSION BRIEF: 09 JUNE 2017. The Challenger is now docked at Starbase 79 I believe it was, to restock on supplies & take on repairs. The crew were given 12 hours for liberty on the station while Ja'Lale went to the station's command centre to receive their new orders. TBS was 5 minutes? Cptn Ja'Lale: Any questions or comments? Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Dyan Sylvanis: ::Stepping out onto the docking port, glancing around.:: Hunter Matheson: ::at helm, completing his report, powering down what needs to be powered down, and finishing up the final docking check, all the stuff you need to do before you actually leave::: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::heading for the lifts:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::on the station:: Caitlin Townshend: ::still drinking with Hok, talking languages:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::She wasn't quite sure where to go on this station, so she stands by a viewport for the moment.:: Hunter Matheson: ::he sends his repair requisition to station eng, then gives his back a good crack before standing up::: Hunter Matheson: ::pats the helm console, then gives the chair a good twist so it swirls around, then says quietly:: See ya later, gal. Be good while I'm gone. Cptn Ja'Lale: Station> ::has a bar, a couple of restaurants and a small commerce section selling various clothing and other wares:: Hunter Matheson: ::after stowing his padd, he steps into the lift::: Docking port. Cptn Ja'Lale: ::Steps off the lift and into the station's bridge where he's greeted by the station's commander:: Hunter Matheson: ::lets out a breath when he exits and checks his uniform status before leaving the ship:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Watches a couple worker bees zoom by the viewport. It felt like she could reach out and grab them.:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Station CO> Hello, Captain Ja'Lale. Nice to meet you finally... I'm Commodore Mikelson. Let's chat in my ready room Hunter Matheson: ::he stops at the docking port window to watch Syl for a minute, give it a long think, then steps onto the station and strolls that way::: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Thought she had eyes on her for a moment, she turns but no one was there.:: Hunter Matheson: ::creeps up behind and whispers just behind her neck:: Hey. Cptn Ja'Lale: ::follows Mickelson into the ready room:: Nice to meet you too, though I'm not surprised you already know who I am. Can't exactly miss me in a crowd. Hunter Matheson: ::prepared for a good ninja swat, he stands ready::: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Gets chills, but instead she just smiles.:: You're getting better at sneaking up on me. Hunter Matheson: ::slides around to her side:: Got a good teacher. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Grins.:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::makes a bit of small talk with Mickelson but eventually they get to the point and their orders..:: Hunter Matheson: ::then he checks the area:: So... I don't know what kind of food they have here. Have any ideas? Dvokr chim Hok: So, Klingon? Dyan Sylvanis: ::Looking up, she noticed a Miranda class slowly slipping into dock above them. She then glances at him.:: I have no clue. This is my first time on this station. Hunter Matheson: ::and he notices that look, wondering, but moves past it:: Hungry? Dvokr chim Hok: You know Caitlin... I'm not sure how much longer my services will be needed in Starfleet... Caitlin Townshend: ::Hok:: Where did you start learning? Caitlin Townshend: Why do you say that? Cptn Ja'Lale: M> So another pirate attack.. it looks like it's been on the rise lately. This is the third known attack in as many months it seems. Cptn Ja'Lale: Three? Dyan Sylvanis: ::Nods quietly with a smile.:: Hunter Matheson: So.. let's take a look around, see what we can find. Work? Dvokr chim Hok: The communications officer is disappearing. The computer is doing the connections.. and the translations Dvokr chim Hok: jIH... I Dvokr chim Hok: cho...me Cptn Ja'Lale: M> Yeah. Three similar attacks in three months. It started with the attack on the freighter supplying the science colony you visit earlier followed by another about a month and a half ago or a month, then this. Fleet thinks we might have some new pirates in the area. Hunter Matheson: ::ticks his head toward the main area and starts in that direction::: Dvokr chim Hok: The Klingon language is not unlike others when you get down to it. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Glances out briefly before she leaves and follows after Kal.:: Caitlin Townshend: Right, I've studied it from an academic perspective. Caitlin Townshend: I've never actually … you know … met one. Cptn Ja'Lale: M> Actually, Starfleet has received a ransom message from the company that owns the first freighter. Apparently, Orion Pirates.. it showed video of the freighter crew in a holding cell. Standard stuff; if they don't provide X amount of latinum by month's' end, they would kill the male crew and sell the females into the Orion Slave Market. Dvokr chim Hok: Once.. at a conference. I was a new translator and she was standing in a corner watching us. She spoke 5 languages, and like us are slowly being replaced. They tend to fire first and ask questions later. Hunter Matheson: ::he stops at a diagram of the station, checks it out, and turns:: Looks like the food's this way. Some place called Bert's Burgers and Beer? Sound good, or want something else? Dvokr chim Hok: Never got her name, but I look for her when there are other Klingons in the area Caitlin Townshend: Well, I know that your job will change, but I'm sure you'll have new duties. Someone has to program and use the computers. Dyan Sylvanis: Sounds good, but you can have the beer. ::Smirks.:: Cptn Ja'Lale: We checked that freighter's information in the datalogs. A crew of six for that vessel ::quickly calls up his report on his PADD:: All Terrans, four males and two females. Caitlin Townshend: Better and better sensors haven't made science officers obsolete! Dvokr chim Hok: I am moving resources around Hunter Matheson: Heh. Works for me. ::with a grandiose sweep of his hand in that direction, he moves out, waiting for her to join him::: Caitlin Townshend: Have you ever thought about a change of career? What's keeping you in Starfleet? Dyan Sylvanis: ::Walks with Kal towards the restaurant.:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Mickelson> Right.. Officially, as you know, Starfleet doesn't negotiate with pirates, but unofficially they'd like you to form a rescue party to retrieve the hostages. Of course, we'll send you the ransom vid. I had my people look at the vid for any clues, but so far we haven't come up with much. We only just received it, so we haven't had much time to check it out. Hunter Matheson: ::he tucks his hands into his tunic pockets as he walks beside her::: So I noticed your look at the Miranda that docked. Know someone aboard? Cptn Ja'Lale: Mickelson> And of course, we'll try to assist in any way we can. Dvokr chim Hok: I like to travel. Dvokr chim Hok: I had thought of going back to Tellar. Cptn Ja'Lale: I'm sure we'll find something.. Hunter Matheson: ::easy stroll down the gangway::: Dyan Sylvanis: Oh? ::Smiles.:: No, I just wasn't expecting it to be right over our heads. They are nice little ships. Hunter Matheson: ::nods:: Um... little outdated, but they're not bad. Hunter Matheson: ::they come to Bert's place and he leads her in::: Dyan Sylvanis: Nah, I think they will outlast us. They are great utility ships. Dvokr chim Hok: :: Hok went over some of the phrases you may need when dealing with a Klingon :: Caitlin Townshend: I've only been in the fleet for about three years, but I have to agree. Travelling, seeing new sights every few months…. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Enters and takes a seat when shown to a table.:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Mickelson> I'm sure as well.. well, that's it. I just checked out reports from my staff and you should be good to go in 12 hours. Mickelson> My shift ends at 1800 so why don't we meet up at the bar for some drinks after that? You do drink, right? ::Ja'Lale nods:: Yes, even if Terran alcohol doesn't seem to affect me much. Hunter Matheson: Yeah, I suppose so... ::sits::: Dvokr chim Hok: bortaS bIr jablu'DI' reH QaQqu' nay' Cptn Ja'Lale: ::nods:: See you then. ::gets up and heads out of the ready room:: Dvokr chim Hok: Also in danger almost each moment while out here. Dvokr chim Hok: :: Drinks his...drink :: Hunter Matheson: ::hands her a menu:: So.. I guess the advertising was right. Burgers and beer, with a few other things. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Nods.:: But mostly burgers it seems. ::Looking at the menu.:: Caitlin Townshend: I don't mind a *little* danger. I'm not great in a fight, but I like the adrenaline. Cptn Ja'Lale: ::heads back to the lift, and checks the notes he made on his PADD:: Hmm. Dvokr chim Hok: I went to a fight with a former crewmember of ours...not quite my idea of fun either. Hunter Matheson: ::his eyes scroll down the menu::: Deadly Dan's Dynamite.... hm... Caitlin Townshend: Yeah, I was never a fan of watching bloodsports myself. Then again, not much of that to see on Vulcan. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Eyebrow.:: That...actually sounds awful. ::Trying not to laugh.:: Hunter Matheson: Yeah, it does. But it's... kinda tempting. The ingredients are... uh.... hot. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Grins.:: Well you could always have a beer to help ease the pain. Dvokr chim Hok: Vulcan? Hunter Matheson: ::grinning, he nods::: Sounds like a challenge to me. ::orders it, with a pint of their best beer:: Hunter Matheson: ::looks at Syl:: Takin' the challenge? Caitlin Townshend: Yes. I lived on Vulcan from the time I was 8 until I left for the Academy. My parents were in the fleet but wanted a planetary posting to stay together and raise me. Dvokr chim Hok: Tellar would have been good too. :: smiles and drinks : Dvokr chim Hok: You have to like conversation though Caitlin Townshend: Hehe, I often wonder how my life would have been different if they had been posted to a different planet in the Federation! Dyan Sylvanis: ::Tries not to facepalm.:: Oh, no way. ::Orders a single mushroom swiss with some fries.:: Besides, you know I can't drink beer. Hunter Matheson: ::grin widens:: Yeah. Too bad. Dyan Sylvanis: Heh. Cptn Ja'Lale: ::Exits the lift and arrives back on the main commerce deck, strolls around the commerce area:: Dvokr chim Hok: Some things would remain the same. Caitlin Townshend: I don't know if I would have gone into science, though. Caitlin Townshend: It took me a long time to settle on a field of study. I tried a little bit of everything. Dvokr chim Hok: Nothing more freeing and frustrating than undecided. Hunter Matheson: test Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: OK, great job. Good character development there. TBS will be 12 hours, where we'll be ready to depart and receive our new orders. Cptn Ja'Lale: If there's nothing else, then sim dismissed. Have a great week!
  13. USS CHALLENGER - 02 June 2017: The Challenger is now arriving at Starbase 79, I believe it was to off load the freighter crew they had picked up as well as receive new orders. TBS was 1 day. Any questions? Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Caitlin Townshend: ::on the bridge, attempting not to look like she's eavesdropping on all the conversations:: Dvokr chim Hok: :: At Operations, or Ops.. every once in awhile he would have to take helm at the same time, but that was...unwise :: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::it's fine, as long as you don't go driving thru nebulas at warp 8:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Sitting at tactical.:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Cardboard Helm> We're approaching the station, sir. Cptn Ja'Lale: ::nods:: Good. Drop us out of warp. Mr Hok, please request docking clearance and inform our guests that we're arriving at the station. Cptn Ja'Lale: ::sends off his report of their encounter to HQ:: Caitlin Townshend: Captain, do you anticipate we'll be long at the starbase? Cptn Ja'Lale: Hm, not this time. I believe we're primarily just going to be dropping off the freighter crew. Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Challenger receives docking clearance from the station. Dvokr chim Hok: That's unfortunate. Cptn Ja'Lale: Yes. Dvokr chim Hok: Townshend and I were going dancing later, but is it not to be. Caitlin Townshend: ::goes a bit red at this:: Cptn Ja'Lale: But, I still think we'll get a few hours at least while we get restocked on supplies. They'll also give the ship a look over and fix anything that was damaged in our encounter with the pirates and nebula. Dvokr chim Hok: :: Hok needed a break from his Operations operation, and that comment was refreshing to say. Dvokr chim Hok: There will be micro dents in the hull. Cptn Ja'Lale: ::nods:: The station is more the capable of tending to those. But still, a few hours' respite is nice. Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Ja'Lale receives a hail to meet with the station commander up in his ready room. Dvokr chim Hok: :: Settling the engineering operations to station keeping :: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::reading a message from the station staff:: Okay, so we have 12 hours for the staff to restock our supplies and repair the micro dents in our hull. Until then, you're all free to take liberty on the station. Meanwhile, I've been called to the station's bridge with what I hope is our next marching orders. Dvokr chim Hok: Ha', caitlin mI' vISuq vIneH? Dvokr chim Hok: :: knowing the translator would not get that :: Caitlin Townshend: ::hears her name:: Sorry, sir? Dvokr chim Hok: Klingon Ensign. Caitlin Townshend: ((Lieutenant)) I don't speak it. Obviously. Dvokr chim Hok: ((Congrats)) Dvokr chim Hok: :: Starts to get up from his chair, flexes his back to crack it :: Oh, that chair. Cptn Ja'Lale: That's not bad. I can only say nuqDaq 'oH puchpa''e'? or "Where is the toilet?" Dvokr chim Hok: No one knows Captain... no one knows where they are on any Federation vessel. Dvokr chim Hok: :: He sighs, and wonders where the bar is on the station :: Cptn Ja'Lale: It seems like humans don't use the toilet in this century, eh? Dvokr chim Hok: Permission to depart for the station Captain? Cptn Ja'Lale: Yes. please grant clearance for crew to take leave on the station. There's a nice bar in the commerce section... but we only have 12 hours, so don't go too overboard, yeah? Caitlin Townshend: ::Hok:: Are you fairly fluent? I would love to learn it, but I could never find someone with the knowledge and the time to teach it. Dvokr chim Hok: I am fluent enough, I know 12 in total...for a time when Starfleet needed communications officers. Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Freighter crew is off the ship. The injured crewman is ferried off the station's medical bay by the station's medical staff. Caitlin Townshend: Wow, that's great. People think linguists must be good at languages, but it took me years to learn Vulcan, and I grew up there. I'm much more comfortable with the analytical side of things. Dvokr chim Hok: SoHvaD QaQ pop. Cptn Ja'Lale: covfefe Cptn Ja'Lale: ::gathers his PADDs:: Well, enjoy your time on the station.. I'll just leave you with that. ::gets up and heads for the lift:: Dvokr chim Hok: :: Why was he saying these things? :: Dvokr chim Hok: Do you drink Caitlin? Caitlin Townshend: ::smile:: I don't know about … dancing … sir, but I’d be happy to grab a drink and talk languages. Caitlin Townshend: You don't by any chance play poker, do you…? Cptn Ja'Lale: ::Takes the lift to the docking bay where he walks through the airlock and into the station:: Dvokr chim Hok: I have not played that, but I could probably learn. :: Gestures for her to go ahead to the lift :: Dvokr chim Hok: Tellarites are a species of arguers Dvokr chim Hok: :: Enters the lift :: Caitlin Townshend: ::lets an crewman relieve her and enters the lift:: I need to figure out who runs the games on Challenger and get in on the action. Dvokr chim Hok: I am not a grandmaster however Caitlin Townshend: You have argument ranks? I suppose you run clinics too. Dvokr chim Hok: I think it is some Commander... Cptn Ja'Lale: ::passes through the station's concourse and towards the turbolift:: Dvokr chim Hok: There are contests, leagues... Vulcan's are a tricky bunch to play.. Caitlin Townshend: Are we talking arguments or poker now? Dvokr chim Hok: Arguments :: the lift stopped and they could see the dock to the station, Hok walked towards it :: Cptn Ja'Lale: (5 minutes) Caitlin Townshend: Ah yes. ::walking with Hok:: Well I learned both from Vulcans, so I can hold my own. Cptn Ja'Lale: ::enters the lift and calls for the station's control tower:: Dvokr chim Hok: :: Walks into the station and heads for the bar :: Caitlin Townshend: Never really argued with a Tellarite before. You don't visit Vulcan very often. Can't imagine why. Must be the desert air…. ::sarcastic tone:: Dvokr chim Hok: I would likely win, just more experience. The environment there takes getting used to... ah a free table... :: goes to sit :: Caitlin Townshend: ::takes a seat:: Have you been posted to Challenger long? Dvokr chim Hok: I have been here for some time... and seen many crew leave. Dvokr chim Hok: :: He looked a bit dour at that revelation. The bartend arrived :: What will you have Caitlin? Caitlin Townshend: I'll take a Rigelian Slammer. Dvokr chim Hok: Interesting choice. Warp Core Breach for me thanks Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: Great job - we'll continue from there. We'll get our orders and a little shoshed for the trip to wherever we're sent to. Cptn Ja'Lale: Any questions before we dismiss? Cptn Ja'Lale: Magic. OK.. sim dismissed. We'll see you all next week. Goodnight!
  14. Happy Anniversary, USS Manticore, celebrating 19 years of mirth and mayhem! Congratulations to all her crew, and especially to Admiral Atragon-9 and Admiral Sovak! May you have 19 more years!
  15. Congratulations on the 14th Anniversary of the Founding of STSF. They said it couldn't be done, and yet, here we are! Thank you to all the founders and everyone who plays!