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  1. Cptn Ja'Lale: USS Challenger Mission Brief - 9 March 2018: The Klongat is investigating signs of the rogue base somewhere in the vicinity. They've just picked up high energy output which may just lead them to it in the middle of the asteroid field they are in. TBS Was 15 minutes. Any questions? Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Dyan Sylvanis: ::Sitting at the weapons station.:: Hunter Matheson: ::invisible at helm:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk>. ::watches from the command seat with Ja'Lale standing at the XO station behind:: Dvokr chim Hok: :: Sitting at the communications station, or whatever the Klingons called it :: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Communications can pick up garbled static. Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Energy readings are also spiking the further they go in. Caitlin Townshend: ::keeping an eye out for blips and bleeps and maybe the occasional blorp, though she isn't trained in handling blorps yet:: Dvokr chim Hok: :: He almost felt Klingon...well, not really :: Dvokr chim Hok: Communications are becoming more difficult the further we go in. Cptn Ja'Lale: Ja'Lale>. We're close.. what is it with these alien bases and being cloaked all the time? Hunter Matheson: Not exactly easy to maneuver, either, Captain. Something's messing with nav. Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk> A cloaking device can be easily obtained in the black market, even one large enough to hide a base. Or maybe they're using multiple cloaks, I do not know. Hunter Matheson: ::multiple cloaks?:::: Dvokr chim Hok: Always thought that would be the transparent market... Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk> ::to Hunter:: Could be from whatever is masking the base. The fact that they haven't sent any attack vessels seem to indicate they haven't detected is yet Hunter Matheson: ::Gronk:: Well, sir.. to find the base, I can key in on the disturbance location. Or maybe Hok can. Hunter Matheson: Or... the El Tee ::Syl::: Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk>. ::nods:: Very good. Get right to it. Hunter Matheson: Yes sir. Hunter Matheson: ::Syl:: Got a fix on that thing? Hunter Matheson: I mean... without knocking it out with your super Klingon weapons? Dvokr chim Hok: The field or stealth method may have an effect on local subspace traffic... Dyan Sylvanis: Hmm Hunter Matheson: ::catches Hok's meaning:: Dyan Sylvanis: Too bad we can't do like we did with the pirate's base, pushing a bunch of asteroids around. Cptn Ja'Lale: ::nods:: Hm Cptn Ja'Lale: It was a good way to find that base. Dvokr chim Hok: I hate this part... Cptn Ja'Lale: We'll have to find it via other means I'm afraid. Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk> ::nods:: Let us focus our scans on that spiking energy reading. ::asks engineering to boost power to the scanners:: Caitlin Townshend: If we continue moving, we may be able to triangulate the energy readings. Hunter Matheson: ::Towns:: Trying to move, ma'am. It's not exactly easy in this soup. Dvokr chim Hok: I'll create a map from my readings. Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Time passes and they manage to triangulate their scans to an area nearby generating a high amount of energy. Dvokr chim Hok: We have a more localized reading on the energy readings. Hunter Matheson: ::low whistle:: Man, that's some energy output. Caitlin Townshend: It's definitely a bigger base than we expected. Hunter Matheson: No wonder it's hard to maneuver. ::total focus on helm:: Caitlin Townshend: Or else it's doing something... strange. Cptn Ja'Lale: Strange? Caitlin Townshend: They're using a lot of power, sir. Hunter Matheson: ::not liking the sound of that:: Hunter Matheson: Whoa... Hunter Matheson: The energy is messing with helm, big time. Dvokr chim Hok: I cannot get transmissions from a line of sight from the energy reading Cptn Ja'Lale: We'll have to call for reinforcements Hunter Matheson: ::hope we can actually call in this soup:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Nope we can't. Dvokr chim Hok: Communications are not possible this close to the readings. Hunter Matheson: ::Gronk:: Captain, permission to go to stationkeeping so we don't plow into whatever that is. Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk> Very well. Hunter Matheson: Stationkeeping, aye. Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk>. They are there. Now, how do we proceed? Hunter Matheson: ::puts on the brakes and fights to keep the ship in place:: Dvokr chim Hok: I feel we need more intel. Caitlin Townshend: Could we tap into their communications somehow? Cptn Ja'Lale: If we can, that'd be great Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: Good work.. we'll continue from there next week. TBS zero... any questions? Dvokr chim Hok: None here Cptn Ja'Lale: If not sim dismissed. Have a great week.. goodnight
  2. Cptn Ja'Lale: USS Challenger Mission Brief - 2 March 2018: The Klongat has arrived at their destination point and have begun scanning for the rouge base. They've arrived at an asteroid field - TBS was 30 minutes? Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Hunter Matheson: ::doing the helm thing and this time the Klingon isn't hovering with that gagh smell::: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: They have a promising trail leading deeper into the asteroid field. John Randall: ::Marek circles around the engineering room watching the crew work; Randall is at an isolated station at the back of the room, feeling better with a wall at his back:: Dvokr chim Hok: :: Listening in on communications, with a strange earpiece :: Hunter Matheson: ::blinking light, turns and Syl isn't there:: Uh... Capt... er... H'od? There's a trail showing on the tactical console. Cptn Ja'Lale: HoD Gronk> Let us see where that trail leads. Hunter Matheson: Aye, sir. Moving in. Hunter Matheson: ::cautious course change, sensors set to miss asteroids:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk> Proceed cautiously and continue scans John Randall: Marek> ::comes back to where Randall is:: You have proven to be a very competent engineer, Lieutenant Randall. I think that, should one of our ships engage yours in battle, I would not be surprised if yours won the fight, given your knowledge of our systems. Hunter Matheson: Aye, sir. John Randall: ::to Marek:: That might be the case, Jonpin Marek, but I do not know the capability or maneuverability of your vessels. Dvokr chim Hok: :: Listening closely :: John Randall: Marek> Humph. With those superior sensor arrays of yours, and I admit that very grudgingly, you would learn that as quickly as you have learned here, I believe. ::frowns at Randall:: Hunter Matheson: ::following the trail::: Hunter Matheson: ::and now he has that yellow brick road bouncing around his brain:: John Randall: ::gives Marek a decidedly Klingon smile:: But you have no doubt it would be a glorious battle, Jonpin. Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Energy signatures get stronger but the source is scrambled among the asteroid field and possibly other means as well. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Sits down at her console, after chasing off a subordinate from it.:: John Randall: Marek> ::roars with laughter and claps Randall on the shoulder, almost knocking him off balance:: It would indeed, Lieutenant! It would indeed! ::walks away still laughing as John stares after him, his smile now a little more savage:: Dyan Sylvanis: Hmm... Picking up a strong energy source. Hunter Matheson: ::turns to Syl:: Came back at the right time. Gonna get hot. Dyan Sylvanis: I wouldn't miss it. ::grins.:: I've been wanting to fire these disruptors. Hunter Matheson: ::smirk:: Thought you would be. Hunter Matheson: Just remember that they don't just maim, they do a little more? Hunter Matheson: ::shrug:: Just sayin' ma'am. ::another smirk::: Dyan Sylvanis: :;Smiles.:: Hunter Matheson: ::Cap:: Moving at full impulse, sir. I could give a little more, but it might be dangerous. Dvokr chim Hok: The rocks are reflecting the energy waves. John Randall: ::continues to work at his station, wonders how the search is going on the bridge:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk>. This speed is fine for now. Cptn Ja'Lale: ::Nods:: Hunter Matheson: Aye, sir. Hunter Matheson: ::syl:: You know, this baby is pretty good maneuvering. Smooth to the touch. I'm kind of impressed with it, wondering if we could... you know... adapt a few things? ::then he catches a Klingon glare and slips in:: 'course we couldn't because it's not ours... Cptn Ja'Lale: Hmm. Makes one wonder what we can do. Hunter Matheson: ::minimal nod:: Yes, sir. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Grins.:: Definitely different from flying a full sized starship huh? Cptn Ja'Lale: ::nods:: Hunter Matheson: Well, yes. I mean Challenger is a smooth lady for her size. But this baby...? ::pats the console:: Slick. Hunter Matheson: (w) I could do without the smell, though. Hunter Matheson: ::cough:: Hunter Matheson: :then he clears his throat and tends to business: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: We're on the right trail, comms start to pick up garbled spikes, not intelligible. Wonder what it could be? Dyan Sylvanis: ::stifles a laugh.:: Cptn Ja'Lale: (5 minutes) John Randall: ::Marek comes back to Randall's station; John looks at him:: Have you heard anything about the progression of the mission, Jonpin? Hunter Matheson: ::he straightens up to listen:: John Randall: Marek> ::shakes his head:: The H'oD will let us know when we are needed, Lieutenant. John Randall: ::nods:: Thank you. ::turns back to his station:: Hunter Matheson: ::looks to ops:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk>. ::stares out at the view screen:: They're close.. I can feel it. Those are some large asteroids in particular not far from here. If I wanted to evade detection, I'd build by base of operations around there. Keep an eye out for any ships and a close ear on the communications. Dvokr chim Hok: It will take some time to decode the signal amongst the noise... as it always does. Cptn Ja'Lale: ::nods:: Hunter Matheson: I can take a pretty sheltered position, Ho’D, or are we goin in hot? Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk>. Let's take position. I want to be sure they are there before we go in, it would be unwise to reveal ourselves so soon. Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Hunter Matheson: done Dyan Sylvanis: ::paused:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Great work, next week we'll continue from here and see if we found our rogue Klingons Cptn Ja'Lale: TBS will be minimal, 10 minutes tops.
  3. Cptn Ja'Lale: USS Challenger Mission Brief - 23 Feb 2018: The Klongat is approaching an area of Klingon space where intel reports is the base of operations of the rogue group that they're after. The ship is still at warp and hopefully we're getting more familiar with the ship and its controls. TBS was 24 hours Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Dvokr chim Hok: :: Having fun at the communications station :: Hunter Matheson: ::messing with helm:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::standing at the XO station behind the captain's chair monitoring all systems:: John Randall: ::getting a little more familiar with the Klingon symbols for the various stations, something that seems to bother Marek, he thinks:: Caitlin Townshend: ::on the bridge, starting to feel pretty comfortable with her duties, and with the smell, less comfortable with the queasiness from the food:: Hunter Matheson: ::starts bouncing and humming cause he's standing and he's decided it's a pretty cool station:: Caitlin Townshend: ::despite Randall's wizardry, the food still tasted … off:: Dvokr chim Hok: The lighting on Klingon vessels are always so dark. Hunter Matheson: ::glance over, shrugs:: Helm's lit up. Guess that's all I need. John Randall:(Klingon components are not exactly up to Fed standards, unfortunately ) Cptn Ja'Lale: It's quite red Hunter Matheson: I figure as long as I can see... ::shrugs again, resumes his hum:: Dvokr chim Hok: Makes it easier to see. John Randall: Marek> ::comes up beside Randall as John works at a console:: You have learned well, Lieutenant. Caitlin Townshend: ::conducting long-range scans, but the Klongat’s sensors are more limited at warp than she is used to:: John Randall: ::turns to him:: Thank you, Jonpin. I have had a good teacher. ::nods to the Klingon:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk> Are we approaching our coordinates? If so, drop us out of warp Hunter Matheson: Aye, sir. Dropping from warp on three.. two... dropping. John Randall: ::Marek nods back, but John thinks he sees something in the Klingon's eyes as he turns away:: Hunter Matheson: ::takes a look at what they call a viewscreen and doesn't see much:: John Randall: ::continues to work at his station, but watches the room from the corners of his eyes:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Lots of empty space and asteroids Hunter Matheson: ::feels watched:: Dvokr chim Hok: :: Looks at the viewscreen :: Hunter Matheson: ::freaky:: Caitlin Townshend: ((Wait, didn’t we see this episode a few weeks ago?)) Caitlin Townshend: ((I swear this is the same matte painting.)) Hunter Matheson: (knew it looked familiar) Cptn Ja'Lale: (Always the same backdrop, gotta save money) Hunter Matheson: (yeah... right) John Randall: ((Paramount onto us about costs again... *smh*)) Hunter Matheson: ::so lots of empty space and asteroids, so he goes back to checking out helm, thinking about improvements, revisions, maybe adding some color... taking this idea to Challenger maybe:: Dyan Sylvanis: ((hiya)) Hunter Matheson: (hey Syl!) Caitlin Townshend: I'm not detecting anything yet. Caitlin Townshend: ::adjust sensors, gives the console a little thump:: John Randall: ::wonders how long it will be before the ship' John Randall: sensors will spot anything:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: There seems to be something in the asteroid field. Hunter Matheson: ::Town:: We're supposed to detect something? ::snap:: Oh... right. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Had been quietly sitting at her station.:; Hunter Matheson: ::leans over to Syl:: so how come you get a chair and I don't? Dvokr chim Hok: :: manipulates sensors :: Caitlin Townshend: Wait, I'm getting some kind of energy reading. Hunter Matheson: ::perks up:: Caitlin Townshend: It's hard to make out what it is, because aside from the energy reading, its profile is very similar to the asteroids. Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk> Where does it originate? Caitlin Townshend: But I can pinpoint it. Putting it on the tactical display. ::brings it up on the screen:: Caitlin Townshend: I think it's some kind of debris field. Artificial stuff mixed in with asteroids. Good way to hide a base… too many sensor echoes to spot the actual station. Hunter Matheson: Debris, as in explosion type? Dyan Sylvanis: ::Smirks.:: Part of the job? Hunter Matheson: ::gives her *that* look:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk> Let us focus our search there. Hunter Matheson: ::waiting for the change course order:: Dvokr chim Hok: Do we need to cloak? Caitlin Townshend: ::Hunter:: More like deliberately placed there Hunter Matheson: ::looks at Town, thinks a min, then thinks a little more and nods:: John Randall: ::continues to work at his station, not exactly uncomfortable, but is pretty sure he's being watched:: Hunter Matheson: ::waiting for Gronk's order, he begins to hum a little, refreshing his memory about how this thing maneuvers and all that:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk>. Let's head there, set a course Hunter Matheson: (don't remember - I do the course, or Syl, or Hok or..?) Dyan Sylvanis: ((nope, you.)) Dyan Sylvanis: ((I just shoot things.)) Hunter Matheson: (cool) Hunter Matheson: Course laid in, Skip.... uh... Ho'D. Hunter Matheson: On your mark Cptn Ja'Lale: gronk> Engage Hunter Matheson: ::Engages:: John Randall: ((My God, Jim, where are we?)) John Randall: ((sorry, had a flashback to Star Trek IV)) Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The Klongat reaches its coordinates at the asteroids, ship is surrounded by large asteroids of various sizes Dvokr chim Hok: :: Uneasy :: Hunter Matheson: ::maneuvering is not cool:: Hang on. It's getting dicey. Cptn Ja'Lale: (heh) Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: High energy readings can be detected somewhere in the asteroids Hunter Matheson: (was just trying to remember ST IV) Cptn Ja'Lale: (There be whales here!) Caitlin Townshend: The energy readings are spiking. Caitlin Townshend: ::feeds the data to helm to tweak navigation:: Hunter Matheson: ::catches the data, adjusts:: Dvokr chim Hok: The readings are scattered... Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: Great job... we're in the middle of an asteroid field following energy readings. TBS will be 20 minutes.. any questions? Cptn Ja'Lale: OK.. sim dismissed and goodnight. See you next week
  4. Cptn Ja'Lale: USS Challenger Mission Brief - 16 Feb 2018: The Challenger crew aboard the IKS Klongat have been travelling in Klingon space for the past day towards coordinates believed to be the location of a band of rogue Klingon mercenaries that have kidnapped three Starfleet members. The Challenger crew are familiarizing themselves with the Klongat and its systems to a degree where they can operate the ship properly. We begin as the Klongat is approaching these coordinates. TBS was 1 day. Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Hunter Matheson: ::getting the crash course in helming the bird without crashing:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::At tactical, familiarizing herself with the layout.:: Cptn Ja'Lale: HoD Gronk>. ::watching the view screen and glances at Ja'Lale at the XO terminal:: We're nearing the coordinates. ::to Kal:: Drop us out of warp. ::the Klongat is also currently cloaked:: Hunter Matheson: Aye, sir. Dropping from warp. ::hunts for the button, hoping he presses the right one:: John Randall: ::beginning to get a bit familiar with the Klingon letters and symbols for the various stations in engineering, which he suspects Marek is not that happy about:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Klongat has dropped from warp successfully. Hunter Matheson: ::sigh of relief:: Hunter Matheson: ::eyes cross from focusing on all this new stuff:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk>. Good good. Let's begin our sensor sweep. ::to Dyan and cardboard Caitlyn:: Mr Hok, keep an eye on communications channels. Dvokr chim Hok: :: Watching the icons the Klingon uses with interest :: Dvokr chim Hok: :: Nods :: Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk> ½ impulse speed ::to Kal:: Keep us in a steady pattern optimal for scanning. John Randall: ::Marek comes up beside Randall at the warp core station:: Marek> You have performed well, Lieutenant Randall. ::but his eyebrows come together as he speaks:: Hunter Matheson: 1/2 impulse, aye. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Makes a sensor sweep.:: Hunter Matheson: ::steady, he says... steady... right::: John Randall: ::to Marek:: Thank you, Jonpin Marek. I continue to learn. ::turns his face away from Marek and smiles a hard smile to himself:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The area is remote, with a cluster of asteroids, gaseous analogies and some small planets nearby, all of which could potentially harbour the rogue base. Cptn Ja'Lale: anomalies* stupid autocorrect Dvokr chim Hok: (Rocks, gas and bigger rocks) Cptn Ja'Lale: (essentially, yes) John Randall: ((was kinda worried about those "gaseous analogies", lol)) Hunter Matheson: (dunno.. thought analogies sounded pretty cool) Cptn Ja'Lale: (lol) Dyan Sylvanis: ::Glances to Kal.:: Looks like we have a lot of searching to do. John Randall: ::continues to use his tricorder as he works at the warp core panel; also realizing some of the other Klingons in the department don't like him as much as Marek seems to:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Likes having Tactical by Helm.:: Hunter Matheson: ::blinks, glancing toward her:: Uh.. yeah. Sorry.. I'm pretty absorbed in ignoring the Klingon characters and just memorizing buttons. Hunter Matheson: ::ditto on the placement as he flicks a crooked grin:: John Randall: ::keeping watch out of the corner of his eye at a certain Klingon who hasn't bothered hiding his suspicion of Randall:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Grins:: Don't let the symbols fool you. Most key placements are similar to your old console. Cptn Ja'Lale: Ja'Lale>. Dyan is right on that. I suppose some things are just universal. Hunter Matheson: (w) I kinda noticed that, but ::waves a hand over the console:: the characters are so cool, yanno? Dvokr chim Hok: :: Scanning for signals :: Cptn Ja'Lale: Ja'Lale>.Its only too bad we didn't have time to configure the computers to English, like the HMS Bounty Kirk and co. had Dyan Sylvanis: ::Looks back to the center chair.:: There is a lot in this system that could potentially hold our target. We may have a long search ahead of us. Hunter Matheson: ::shru:: Kinda like that. ::turns to the skipper, louder:: Aye, sir, on the universal thing. Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk>. I'd expected as much. No matter, we'll upturn every corner to find these p'taqs Dyan Sylvanis: ::Nods.:: Hunter Matheson: Not so sure of the... whoa... :::avoids an asteroid or two::: HMS Bounty, though. John Randall: ::turns his head slightly a few moments later and sees the suspicious Klingon locked in an intense whispered confab with Marek:: Hunter Matheson: ::figures it's time to pay attention to his helming instead of the kickass fighter pilot next to him:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Scans indicate a few of the planets nearby are inhabited; mostly either farming colonies or mining operations John Randall: ::decides to force the issue, approaches the two Klingons and raises his voice:: Excuse me, Jonpin Marek. Dvokr chim Hok: :: Scanning those locations for signals :: Dyan Sylvanis: There are colonies on the nearby planets. If I were wanting to avoid detection, I would not want to be there. Probably somewhere more remote. John Randall: Klingon> ::whirls and snarls at Randall:: Keep your distance, Federation---- ::is suddenly grabbed hard by the shoulder and is turned sharply toward Marek, who glares at him:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk>. ::nods:: I agree. There isn't much strategic advantages to these planets either. ::settles into his seat:: John Randall: Marek> You will address a superior with the proper respect, Kregg! He outranks you! Dyan Sylvanis: I recommend searching the nearby moons or large asteroids first. John Randall: ::the Klingon subsides, but keeps a venomous glare trained on Randall:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk>. Very well, begin prioritization of those areas. Hunter Matheson: ::syl:: Just tell me where to aim this thing. John Randall: ::looks at the Klingon as he speaks to Marek:: I would like to take a short break, Jonpin. Do I have your permission? Dyan Sylvanis: ::Picks a couple targets, showing them to Kal.:: John Randall: Marek> ::nods:: Of course, Lieutenant. I would not be gone long, however. Hunter Matheson: ::thumbs up:: Permission to change course to zero five three, HoD Gronk? Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk>. Granted. John Randall: ::nods:: I will return shortly, Jonpin. ::exits engineering and rides the lift to the deck housing their assigned quarters; goes in and sits down on his bunk, letting out a long sigh:: Hunter Matheson: Changing course to zero five three. :::slight adjustment, headed toward T1:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The ship noses towards the coordinates.. John Randall: ::takes out his communicator and flips it open:: +Ja'Lale+ Randall to Ja'Lale, come in, please. Hunter Matheson: ::nose..nose..nose::: Cptn Ja'Lale: Ja'Lale> +Randall+ YEs? Ja'Lale here Hunter Matheson: On approach to Tango 1, small moon, maintaining the same orbital distance. John Randall: +Ja'Lale+ Just wanted to give you a quick tip, sir. There is a Klingon in engineering who hasn't exactly warmed up to me. I fear it could lead to a physical altercation. Just keeping you informed. Hunter Matheson: ::getting a feel for the bird, feeling pretty good about it::: Cptn Ja'Lale: +Randall+ Very well, keep your wits about you. The Klingons aren't supposed to engage in combat with you, but that doesn't mean they won't try. Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: Great job everyone... TBS Will be 30 minutes. We'll still be scanning and headed towards our new coordinates.
  5. Cptn Ja'Lale: USS Challenger Mission Brief - 9 Feb 2018: The senior staff of the Challenger are joining the Klingon crew of the IKS Klongat, a B'Rel Class Bird of Prey on a mission to rescue a captured Starfleet crew and their captor, a rogue Klingon who is wanted by the Empire. After making their intros to the Klingons, the Klongat is ready to depart. TBS was 1 hour. Cptn Ja'Lale: Any questions? Dvokr chim Hok: Yes Cptn Ja'Lale: Yes? Dvokr chim Hok: Bird of Prey's are small craft comparatively, so how large is the crew we are rescuing Cptn Ja'Lale: About 3-4 Hunter Matheson: I have one Cptn Ja'Lale: Go ahead Hunter Matheson: Do we do anything besides sit and watch? John Randall: How about we get started and find out? Cptn Ja'Lale: Yes, you'll be helping crew the ship since they've lost crew after their last mission.. the ship was undermanned and we've been volun-told to help replace them. Hunter Matheson: Copy. Going to be an interesting ride. Cptn Ja'Lale: All right, if there's nothing else.. Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM John Randall: ::at his post in engineering beside Marek:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::finishes his meal in the mess hall, and is up on the bridge at the Xo's terminal:: Hunter Matheson: ::standing by the helmsman, watching the navigation cycle and absorbing as much as he can but it's pretty hard cause the guy is using KlingFed speak::: Hunter Matheson: ::so the UT isn't all that great as an interpreter:: John Randall: ((by the way, there is a converted replicator in the mess hall)) Hunter Matheson: (thanks. good to know) Cptn Ja'Lale: (yes, correct) Caitlin Townshend: ::has made her way to the bridge, trying to figure out the unfamiliar controls:: Hunter Matheson: ::then he starts in on other bridge controls and Kal gets the gist, but not really:: Hunter Matheson: ::let's say he gets most of it... kinda::: John Randall: Marek> Feel free to use your recording device for the translations, human. John Randall: ::to Marek:: Thanks, I will do that. Dvokr chim Hok: Isn't this thrilling? Caitlin Townshend: ::still can't tell when Hok is serious or sarcastic:: Caitlin Townshend: ::Hok:: It's… fascinating? Hunter Matheson: ::glances toward Townshend every so often to see how she's doing, but for the most part he's getting the feel of the ship:: Dvokr chim Hok: Yes. I am surrounded not people who speak standard all of the time, but to be immersed into a language such as Klingonese... Dvokr chim Hok: I listen to everyone and how they speak, even you Caitlin. Cptn Ja'Lale: Captain Gronk>. Let us begin departure protocols. Set a course for these coordinates at warp 7. ::sends a course to a remote area in the northern outreaches of Klingon space:: According to our Intel, this is where the p'taq rogue leader and his group are. Caitlin Townshend: Ah, I know what you mean. It does seem like an interesting language, from what I've been able to understand so far. Unfortunately my study of languages tends more to be … academic rather than practical. John Randall: Marek> H'oD Gronk should be ready to break orbit about now. John Randall: ::to Marek:: Acknowledged, jonpin. Dvokr chim Hok: :: to the Captain :: How old is the intel Captain? Hunter Matheson: :::focus on engine sounds, ease of maneuver, helm command response::: Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk>. Intel was from last week or two. So fairly current; Dvokr chim Hok: I should look at a map and plot possible routes presuming their max rate of travel. Hunter Matheson: ::watching bridge crew as they respond and interact::: John Randall: Marek> The H'oD has ordered warp 7. Can you compute the proper ratio for the intermix, Lieutenant Randall of Starfleet? Caitlin Townshend: ::Hok:: Here, let me see if I can pull up the sensor readings we already have … ::frowns, concentrating:: Uh, I think that's it. John Randall: ::to Marek:: I shall attempt it, Jonpin Marek. ::pushes buttons on his tricorder:: Dvokr chim Hok: :: Looks over a map, in Klingon :: Ah, the written language... Dvokr chim Hok: :: pours over the display :: John Randall: ::after a few moments, nods to Marek, shows him his readout on the tricorder:: What do you think of this, Jonpin? Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk>. Prepare for departure. I would like to get going as soon as possible. John Randall: Marek> ::nods in approval:: Very good, Lieutenant, you are remarkably close. I would suggest this adjustment. ::rattles off an equation, which Randall feeds into his tricorder:: Now, that is a good result. Lay in the mixture, Lieutenant Randall. Dvokr chim Hok: Caitlin, I could teach you some Klingon. John Randall: ::nods and, referring often to his tricorder, lets his fingers run over the panel in front of him; he finishes and Marek looks at the readout and nods in approval:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk> Let's see how well you'll take to our systems. Change wing configuration to cruise and take us out ::to Kal:: Hunter Matheson: ::blink:: Sir? John Randall: Marek> Now, let me educate you on our convertors, Lieutenant. Caitlin Townshend: ::brings up the sensor display, long range on one panel and short range on the other:: Hunter Matheson: Due respect, I wouldn't trust me to man a ship that I've never rated on, sir. It puts the crew in a dangerous position, sir. Hunter Matheson: ::the Klingon helmsman gives him such a smack on the back that he almost flies over the helm console::: Hunter Matheson: ::smack, gasp:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Steps onto the bridge, looking around before she finds her console.:: John Randall: ::to Marek:: I am ready, Jonpin. ::Marek nods and takes Randall to the rear of the engineering compartment, where the converters are located. Marek begins teaching Randall on the intimacies of the matter/antimatter flow, Klingon style:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk> Ahh. I see. Very well, observe Lt Shran and how he pilots. Perhaps you'll learn to catch on. ::smirks a bit as the helmsman smacks him:: Hunter Matheson: ::then in his Klingon/Federation mix of words says something like you can do it, and relaxes as the skipper changes his mind::: Hunter Matheson: ::brings himself upright:: Yes, sir. Dvokr chim Hok: I would argue with my fellow Klingons here, but I am not too keen on their settlement methods Cptn Ja'Lale: Shran>. ::not the Andorian one from Enterprise, but an unrelated Klingon one, takes the Klongat slowly out of orbit and towards open space, an outside shot of the Klongat lowering its wings to the central cruise config and then quickly jumps to warp, as it passes by the Challenger. John Randall: Marek> ::shaking his head:: I am in amazement of your ability to learn our technology, human. Maybe you're learning a bit too well. I am not sure how much I want you to learn. ::his eyebrows come together as he stares at Randall:: Hunter Matheson: ::figures that he's pretty lucky to get one that that has a sense of humor::: John Randall: ::to Marek:: I would ask you to teach me only what I need to know, Klingon. And, if you were on my ship, I'm sure I would have the same thoughts you do at this time. ::stares boldly at the burly Klingon:: Hunter Matheson: ::pretty darn impressed at the maneuverability of the bird:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk> She does manoeuvre well in space, but not so much in land as your Captain Kirk would attest, yes? Cptn Ja'Lale: He would if he were still alive, I'd imagine. ::Checks things from the tactical console:: Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: Great.. TBS will be about a day.. We'll be arriving at the system where the rogues are keeping Sivok and his crew. Any questions? Cptn Ja'Lale: If not, sim dismissed... have a great week everyone
  6. Cptn Ja'Lale: USS Challenger Mission Brief - 2 Feb 2018: The Challenger senior crew (ie all of us) have been assigned to a covert mission to a. rescue a missing crew from a rogue Klingon faction. The crew are travelling to a remote stretch of Klingon space on board the IKS Klongat, a B'Rel Class Bird of Prey supplied by an influential house with a blood feud with the leader Cptn Ja'Lale: Crews are now ready to beam aboard the Klongat. TBS was 12 hours... any questions? Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM John Randall: ::in the transporter room poised on the dais, ready to beam over:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::steps on the pad as well:: John Randall: ::armed with his phaser and a four inch dagger clipped to his belt:: Cptn Ja'Lale: All right, hope you've all packed and didn't forget anything Cptn Ja'Lale: +Klongat+. Ja'Lale to Klongat.. we're ready for transport Dyan Sylvanis: ::Is geared up and ready. :: John Randall: ::hopes the Klingon Krenn doesn't have any relatives onboard the Klingon ship:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Everyone is beamed aboard the Klongat. Caitlin Townshend: ::materializes aboard a Klingon ship for the first time, looks around:: Caitlin Townshend: ::smells... around:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: They are met by several burly looking Klingons. The larger one in the centre smiled.. John Randall: ::looks around the rather dimly lit room:: John Randall: ::instantly goes on guard as he sees the welcoming party:: Hunter Matheson: (Just got in) Dvokr chim Hok: :: Can't wait to speak Klingon :: Cptn Ja'Lale: Klingon> Ahh! Welcome aboard the Klongat. I'm Captain Gronk, of the House Tar'Mok. John Randall: ::waits to see how the Klingons respond to Ja'Lale:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Thanks Captain. Cptn Ja'Lale: ::introduces himself and his crew:: Hunter Matheson: ::sticking close to Townshend, as promised::: Caitlin Townshend: ::trying hard not to telegraph her nervousness, shifts the strap on her shoulder bag:: Dvokr chim Hok: bel 'e' 'eH tlhIngan Duj, tIj John Randall: ::watches the Klingons warily:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Smirks.:: Hunter Matheson: ::blink:: Hunter Matheson: ::knows Syl can take care of herself and then some:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk & the KLingons> ::regard Ja'Lale with curiosity:: ::to Hok:: Not bad... Dvokr chim Hok: pongwIj 'oH dvokr, tuq hok :: entends hand :: Dvokr chim Hok: I do speak it Captain, at least one of their dialects Cptn Ja'Lale: That's good... I'm sure it'll prove useful. John Randall: ::lets his hand rest on the butt of his phaser:: Dvokr chim Hok: (Glad that was the phaser) John Randall: ((could have been the dagger, but don't want to start a fight.......yet)) Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk>. It's good that your familiar with our language. I should expect as much from the communications officers. You'll all serve aboard this sip in equivalent positions as yours on the Challenger. Captain, you'll serve as my XO for this mission. My previous one was lucky enough to reach Sto-Vo-Kor in our last mission... Hunter Matheson: ::standing his ground, taking in everything he can::: Caitlin Townshend: ::Matheson:: (q) "Sto-Vo-Kor"? Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk> We'll give you the proper training to use our systems. John Randall: ::keeps a poker face as he listens to the Klingon:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Quietly to Caitlin.:: It's where honorable warriors go when they die. Hunter Matheson: ::his eyes glance in her direction:: (q) More like hell, but they like it. Caitlin Townshend: Fascinating. Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk> In the meantime, feel free to settle in. Crewman Sharg here ::gestures to a young looking Klingon man:: Will escort you to your accommodations... though it's certainly not as cushy as your Federation luxury liner. Hunter Matheson: ::Syl:: You sticking with her? ::refers to Townshend:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk>. We don't have much in the way of leisure activities, but you can grab a meal in the mess with the crew or hone your skills in the sparring areas in the ship. John Randall: ::thinks to himself, 'With their military budget, they could build better ships':: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Nods to Kal.:: I imagine we'll be bunked together. Dvokr chim Hok: I am hungry Cap... first officer Ja'Lale Cptn Ja'Lale: Can head to the mess and see what they have on menu? I'm keen to try some of the food they have. Hunter Matheson: (q) If bunk is the right word. I'm pretty sure they put you on a slab. Hunter Matheson: ::Hands Syl a sack of MREs and energy bars so they can get through:: Dvokr chim Hok: If live food is your thing...sure Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk> Indeed, I recommend the targ and the warnog. We'll be getting underway shortly. If you need me, I'll be in the bridge. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Grins.:: Just think of it like camping...on a really...really hard surface. Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk>. ::heads off:: Hunter Matheson: ::eyeroll:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::To Gronk.:: Uh Captain. I trust with Federation officers on board, the standard Klingon promotion traditions will not be in play? John Randall: ::resolves to change a food replicator to Federation Standard meals first chance he gets:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk> ::stops:: Yes, since your temporary here, that's right. You all have your places, the crew knows this, and our ranking hierarchy won't apply for you. Dvokr chim Hok: :: Goes to the mess :: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Nods.:: Excellent. Cptn Ja'Lale: ::also heads to the mess:: Dyan Sylvanis: :;After he leaves.:: Another reason I told everyone to bring a blade. John Randall: steps forward and addresses the Klingons:: Which one of you is the engineer? Caitlin Townshend: Shall we see for ourselves how dire this food is? Dyan Sylvanis: ::Sighs in relief.:: At least we don't have to worry about subordinates trying to kill us for our jobs now. Hunter Matheson: ::Sharg:: Think we can drop our gear first, before we head to the mess? Dyan Sylvanis: ::Nods.:: I'm up for trying to food. Dyan Sylvanis: *the Hunter Matheson: ::nods to Syl:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Marek>. That would be me, I'm the chief engineering officer Marek. You're the Federation engineer? ::to Randall:: Hunter Matheson: ::following the food chain:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Sharg> Yes, this way. ::guides them to their quarters, a bunch of Klingon bunk beds assembled together in a small room:: You'll all be staying together. Hunter Matheson: ::figures they must be pretty hungry::: John Randall: ::Marek:: That's correct. Are you on a dinner break, or can you take me to engineering now? I'd like to get started learning your terminology and technology. Cptn Ja'Lale: Marek> We can go whenever you want. I would like to get back to engineering anyway. John Randall: ::nods:: That suits me. ::tosses his duffel bag on a nearby bunk:: I'm ready when you are. Cptn Ja'Lale: Marek> Mm. Let's go then. ::heads to engineering, expecting Randall to follow:: John Randall: ::falls in behind the Klingon, his eyes darting everywhere, taking in his surroundings:: Caitlin Townshend: ::enters the mess with the others:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Ja'Lale>. ::drops off his stuff in the XO's quarters before returning with the others to head to the mess:: Hunter Matheson: :::enters last::: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::A bunch of Klingons look up at the Federation crew, especially at the giant green turtle:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Claims a slab, putting her stuff on it.:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Then follows everyone to the mess hall.:: John Randall: ::arrives with Marek in engineering, looks around the department, taking it all in, and ignoring the looks he gets from other Klingons:: Caitlin Townshend: ::looks over the food options, pondering which looks the … most vegetarian:: Dvokr chim Hok: :: Looks for the food Cptn Ja'Lale: Marek>. ::leads Randall into the Klongat's engineering section on deck 4, and spanning two decks Cptn Ja'Lale: :: Hunter Matheson: ::smells like he's back in the swamps, just like the good ol' days::: Hunter Matheson: :::riiight:: John Randall: ::to Marek:: All right, Marek, do you have a rank? Mine is Lieutenant. How should I address you? Cptn Ja'Lale: ::On offer today is targ, gagh and warnog, with some leafy looking vegetables of some sort:: Hunter Matheson: ::checkin out the food, he takes what's dead already::: Hunter Matheson: ::and something that doesn't smell all that bad::: Hunter Matheson: ::and he could sure use a cold one right about now::: Caitlin Townshend: ::takes the leafy vegetables:: John Randall: ::looks over the Klingon equipment while he waits for an answer:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Marek>I'm the jonpln, my rank would also be comparable to lieutenant Caitlin Townshend: ::is about to ask the Klingons at a table if the seat is taken but then remembers some of the briefing and just sits down:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Grabs a plate, putting a little of everything on it.:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::Grabs a plate of gagh and a piece of targ and some warnog:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::the Klingons scooch over and give the Federation crew some room at the table:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Takes a seat.:: Hunter Matheson: ::slips into a seat where he can keep an eye on things::: John Randall: ::nods at him:: Very well, Jonpin. How about we start with the basic stuff first? ::pulls out his tricorder, which makes Marek flinch at first, but then recognizes the Federation gadget and relaxes:: Hunter Matheson: (Are there UTs in this era?) Dyan Sylvanis: ((yeah. They had them in ToS.)) Cptn Ja'Lale: Marek>. Over here, is the warp engine controls.. ;:gestures to a largish terminal near the two-storey tall twin warp engines emitting a yellowish glow, over there is impulse control and the system controlling the cloak is over there. Cptn Ja'Lale: (Correct) Hunter Matheson: (sweet) Cptn Ja'Lale: (The Haynes Bird of Prey manual I bought from Amazon is really proving handy now ) John Randall: ::follows Marek as he points out the various controls, getting it all on his tricorder:: Hunter Matheson: (good to know) Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Dyan Sylvanis: ::paused:: John Randall: ::paused:: Hunter Matheson: ::done:: Dvokr chim Hok: :: paused mid bite :: Dyan Sylvanis: I was about to take a big handful of gagh too. lol Hunter Matheson: heh Cptn Ja'Lale: Didn't realize the time.. we'll pick up from here. The ship should be ready to depart by the start of the sim. Any questions before we dismiss? Dyan Sylvanis: nope Hunter Matheson: no sir Cptn Ja'Lale: OK... sim dismissed! Have a great week and goodnight.
  7. Cptn Ja'Lale: USS Challenger Mission Brief - 26 Jan 2018: The Challenger is now orbiting a small planet in Klingon space to deliver medical aid and supplies as well as help in reconstruction efforts as the world still deals with after effects of the Praxis explosion three years prior. The Challenger senior crew (i.e. all of us) were summoned to a remote area of the main town by SF intel.. we begin as they've ushered us in a small room. Cptn Ja'Lale: TBS was a few minutes Cptn Ja'Lale: Questions? Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Dyan Sylvanis: ::Doesn't like being in this small room as she glances around. She especially doesn't like that Intel is involved somehow.:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Action: The crew are in a small conference room with two Starfleet Intelligence Officers John Randall: Michaels> Captain, I was just contacted by Chief Randall. He said to tell you the impulse engine has been repaired and cleared by the computer, and he will be beaming to our coordinates shortly. Hunter Matheson: :::angled so he can see as much as possible, checking the small area for vulnerabilities and there's a bunch:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::Looks to Michaels:: Thanks, good to know. Caitlin Townshend: ::in a small room, enjoying the smallness of the room, though now it feels crowded:: Hunter Matheson: :::forward exit.. yep... rear exit... kind of, if you call a window an exit instead of a hostile entrance:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Jacobs> All right. ::gathers his notes:: Thanks for coming. I bet you must be wondering why Starfleet sent one of its ships of the line for a medical supply mission instead of some supply freighters? Hunter Matheson: ::wishing Intel had more... well... Intel-ligence::: John Randall: ::in the transporter room poised on the dais, looks over to the transporter chief:: Beam me to the away team's position, chief. Hunter Matheson: ::not really, but keep talkin::: Caitlin Townshend: ::going to guess this is not actually a regular supply mission:: Hunter Matheson: ::slips toward the door, then takes up a position where he can see both exits cause this thing is more than a little strange::: John Randall: ::materializes outside the room the AT is in, and comes face to face with a roomful of Klingons; instantly draws his phaser:: John Randall: ((as everyone knows, Randall and the Klingons aren't exactly friends)) Hunter Matheson: (got ya covered, bro. neither am I) Dyan Sylvanis: ::Standing by the captain. She also takes in her surroundings, the exits in particular.:: Dvokr chim Hok: :: in the room :: Cptn Ja'Lale: Jacobs> ::puts up a picture of a grainy Vulcan man and a few other humans:: This is Captain Sivok of Starfleet, who was reported missing in action some time ago. Intel reports have come in that he and his crew were kidnapped by a rogue Klingon group, who are holding them prisoner in a remote area in the outreaches of Klingon space. Hunter Matheson: ::his eyes flick to Syl like he's giving directions for her to cover the rear exit... or he can. Whatever.) John Randall: ::looks at the nearest Klingon, speaks into his universal translator:: Where is the Starfleet contingent? Cptn Ja'Lale: Klingon Man> ::to John:: Inside. ::After looking up his credentials:: In the back. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Gives the faintest of nods. Then does the same for him to cover the front.:: Hunter Matheson: ::nods:: John Randall: ::nods to the Klingon, holsters his phaser, and enters the room:: John Randall: ::looks around as he enters, nods to Matheson, and goes over to the table:: Hunter Matheson: ::returns the nod:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Jacobs> HIs captor is known to the Klingon High Command. Apparently, he's ruffled a few too many feathers there. One house in particular, has a blood feud with him and his house. Caitlin Townshend: ::wishing she knew more about Klingons, but aside from the briefing materials prior to this mission, she has never encountered them before now:: John Randall: ::catches Ja'Lale's eye and nods to him, sitting down at the table:: John Randall: ::Michaels gets a nod from John and requests to be beamed up:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Jacobs> Since this is a covert operation, obviously using the Challenger to travel there is not an option, nor would High Command ever approve of such a move. Three Klingon Birds of Prey will be dispatched to the location of this rogue Klingon group. You are to join one of the ships, the IKS Klon'gat. They're understaffed, having suffered extensive casualties in their last mission and would benefit from your expertise. Cptn Ja'Lale: Ja'Lale> ::nods to John:: Hunter Matheson: :::horrible smell drifts into the room and he tries not to cough:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::better get used to that smell lol:: Hunter Matheson: :::the hell?::: Caitlin Townshend: We're going to be working alongside a Klingon crew? Hunter Matheson: ::hands drop to his side, but still dangle by his phaser::: Caitlin Townshend: ::startled, realizes she spoke out of turn, goes red:: John Randall: ::looks at the man speaking and thinks he's seen him around the SI headquarters in San Francisco:: Hunter Matheson: ::looking in her direction, he nods affirm, then shrugs::: Cptn Ja'Lale: Jacobs>. The Klongat is orbiting the planet and was one of the escort vessels that accompanied you here. ::to Caitlyn:: That's correct, yes. We've chosen you all specifically for your roles on the Challenger and you're the best matches for the crew they're missing. John Randall: ::smothers a smile at Townshend's comment:: Hunter Matheson: ::his turn:: Sir? I'm supposed to helm that thing? Cptn Ja'Lale: Jacobs> The Captain of the Klongat is willing to train and assist you to familiarize with the Bird of Prey. Yes.. Hunter Matheson: Uh... all due respect, I don't speak Klingon and haven't trained on a Bird. Cptn Ja'Lale: (Hey Chekov did it :P) Hunter Matheson: ::has a few bad words that he's kept under wraps but are about to explode::: John Randall: ((and Sulu )) Cptn Ja'Lale: Jacobs>. We'll have a UT installed in the terminals to lessen the learning curve. Hunter Matheson: (And it was weird.) Hunter Matheson: ::bites back his best word::: Hunter Matheson: ::conduct unbecoming and all that:: Caitlin Townshend: ::intrigued now, starting to imagine what this kind of cultural exchange might be like:: John Randall: ::hopes none of the Klingons are related to Krenn, the Klingon he had a fight with on his first covert mission:: Hunter Matheson: (Gees... almost lost my coffee on the console for that one, El Tee) Cptn Ja'Lale: Jacobs>. One thing, I should add. They're willing to assist you in rescuing Sivok and his crew, but the Captain insists that if we find this rogue Klingon group, we leave the leader alive so that he and his crew can have the honour of killing him themselves. John Randall: ::thinks to himself, 'Klingon fights Klingon. Nothing new there.' :: Cptn Ja'Lale: Jacobs>. That's all. The Klongat leaves first thing next morning. Any other questions? If not, you're free to go. Caitlin Townshend: ::somehow didn’t envision "Starfleet officers killing people" as part of the mission parameters:: Hunter Matheson: Go where, sir? Cptn Ja'Lale: Jacobs> Back to your ship? Or, if you want to explore the city, you can do that too. Cptn Ja'Lale: Jacob> I recommend the gagh Hunter Matheson: ::crooked smile to Jacob::: Ship works, sir. John Randall: ::snorts at that and smothers a smile:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Ja'Lale> Thanks... Let's go everyone Caitlin Townshend: ::wonders what "gagh" is… some kind of library?:: Caitlin Townshend: ::maybe a gym or training centre, more like, knowing the Klingons:: John Randall: ::as he gets up from the table, whispers to Ja'Lale:: Sorry I was late, sir. Hunter Matheson: ::steps outside to check the area and the smell of fresh gagh hits him square on::: Hunter Matheson: ::tries not to puke::: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Follows everyone out.:: Cptn Ja'Lale: That's ok. How are the engines? Cptn Ja'Lale: Let's get back to the ship -- unless you want to explore the city and get some gagh? John Randall: The starboard impulse engine was out of sync by 5 millicochranes. It's good to go now, sir. Hunter Matheson: Thanks, Captain. I'll bow out this time. ::points to the sky:: Need to gather my gear. Cptn Ja'Lale: That's good to know. I'd you like to you to join us in the mission, but if you can't, that's fine. We can get Michaels to join us. Hunter Matheson: ::Joins the beaming group::: John Randall: I can go on the mission, sir; Jeff will look after things in engineering while I'm gone. Caitlin Townshend: ::follows Matheson:: Caitlin Townshend: ::Matheson:: (q) What’s gagh, anyway? Cptn Ja'Lale: ::nods at Hunter, once they reach outside presses his comm:: +Challenger+. Energize. ::once everyone has assembled together, they beam back up to the Challenger.:: Hunter Matheson: Something that smells like dead worms, ma'am. Hunter Matheson: ::and the last few words are probably lost in the beaming::: Dyan Sylvanis: That's cause they are worms...Though they usually prefer them live. Hunter Matheson: (Hey, do words flow through beam-up beams, or do they vanish into word heaven?) Hunter Matheson: ::as he materializes:: Seriously? Hunter Matheson: Gees... John Randall: ::overhears Sylvanis' comment:: Gagh is considered a Klingon delicacy, like filet mignon to humans. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Smirks.:: Yeah. You'll probably want to get used to them if you want to eat anything. I imagine they won't have much federation food on the ship. Caitlin Townshend: Ohhh. ::looking physically ill:: Caitlin Townshend: Do they not have any...vegetarian options? Hunter Matheson: I have some MREs I'll slip in my pack, and energy bars, along with my gear. Dyan Sylvanis: Have you ever heard of a vegetarian Klingon? John Randall: ::smiles at Matheson and Townshend:: Don't worry, I'll see if I can get permission to convert a food synthesizer. Hunter Matheson: ::Randall:: Thanks, sir. Cptn Ja'Lale: Yeah, not for the faint of heart. Get what you need and some rest. It'll be the last opportunity to sleep in a comfortable bed for quite awhile, I fear. John Randall: Yeah, Klingons consider Federation beds "soft". Caitlin Townshend: ::gives Randall a queasy smile:: Cptn Ja'Lale: A Klingon Bird of Prey isn't exactly the Grandeur of the Stars Dyan Sylvanis: Make sure everyone packs a blade as well. And that no joke. Seriously, pack one. Hunter Matheson: Well, sir ::captain:: I can do without comfortable beds, but I've had my share of worms and raw wild food, thanks. Caitlin Townshend: Roughing it, that much I can… wait, a blade? Caitlin Townshend: ::did she get the same brief as everyone else?:: Hunter Matheson: ::two-fingered salute to Syl:: Yes, ma'am. You got it. John Randall: ::nods to Caitlin:: Klingons respect power. Don't go lightly armed. Caitlin Townshend: Oh dear. Hunter Matheson: ::Caitlin:: Stick by us, ma'am. You'll be fine. Caitlin Townshend: ::Sylvanis:: Maybe you could run some... sparring... sessions...if we have the time. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Nods to Caitlin.:: John's right. Plus it's easier to keep with you compared to a phaser. Caitlin Townshend: ::physically fit and athletic, but in a more gymnastic sense than martial one:: John Randall: One other thing. Klingons consider women good for one thing, and one thing only. You'll have to earn their respect. Cptn Ja'Lale: ::is a giant turtle with a hard shell and built like a tank, so hopefully he'll be fine too:: Caitlin Townshend: ((What if they push you over?)) John Randall: ((lol, get up and slap him hard as you can)) Dyan Sylvanis: ((Some might want your shell as a trophy.)) Hunter Matheson: ::who knows, they might try fresh turtle with their gagh::: Caitlin Townshend: ::confusion flickers across her face at Randall’s comment, but feeling overwhelmed as she is by all this new information, it’s just something she’ll have to figure out later:: Cptn Ja'Lale: (Then that would be bad lol) Hunter Matheson: ::Caitlin:: You'll be fine, ma'am. Just stick with someone. John Randall: When do we assemble in the morning, Captain? Cptn Ja'Lale: We'll assemble here at 0700 to beam aboard the Klongat. It's already been arranged. Caitlin Townshend: ::Matheson:: Got it. I'll be sure to return the favour if we ever have to blend in to a group of aliens who like to gamble. John Randall: Acknowledged, sir. ::to everyone:: See y'all later. Hunter Matheson: ::crooked grin:: You got it, ma'am. Cptn Ja'Lale: Goodnight, get some good rest and food while you can. Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: Great job everyone... TBS will be, let's say 12 hours. We'll begin shortly before 0700, with us about to beam over to the Klongat Cptn Ja'Lale: Any questions before we dismiss? Cptn Ja'Lale: OK.. Goodnight everyone.. have a great week. See you next time, or on Aegis in a few minutes Cptn Ja'Lale: Goodnight, sim dismissed!
  8. Cptn Ja'Lale: USS Challenger Mission Brief - 12 January 2018 : The Challenger has arrived at a planet in Klingon Space to begin a medical mission to deliver supplies and treat patients affected by the Praxis Explosion three years prior. The crew is now preparing to send a team down to the surface. TBS was a few minutes. Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Dyan Sylvanis: ::Is in the TR, waiting on the team.:: John Randall: ::overseeing the crew in engineering:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Challenger is being hailed from the surface by an unknown party. Hunter Matheson: :::in the TR, checking his gear:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::on the bridge, overseeing the supply transport:: Hunter Matheson: ::checks the charge in his phaser, and it's pretty good, so he holsters it:: Dvokr chim Hok: :: In the transporter room :: Hunter Matheson: Dork> ::at helm:: Want me to get that, captain? Cptn Ja'Lale: Yes, please.. John Randall: ::receives order from the bridge for an engineer to join the away team, so he assigns Jeff Michaels; Michaels gets his gear and makes his way to the TR:: Hunter Matheson: Dork> +com+ Unknown party, come in. Identify yourself. Hunter Matheson: Dork> You're on, sir. ::captain:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Checks her gears, before stepping up on the pad.:: Everyone here? Hunter Matheson: ::steps up:: Yes, ma'am. John Randall: ::Michaels arrives at the TR and steps up onto the dais:: Yes. Cptn Ja'Lale: ::Audio only:: This is Jacobs from Starfleet Intel. Can you and your team beam down to these coordinates? ::sends coordinates to Ja'Lale's console:: Some things we need to talk about. Cptn Ja'Lale: ::sends SF Ident codes as well:: Cptn Ja'Lale: +Jacobs+. We'll be there. Challenger out. Heather Jamieson: :: Down in some isolated section of the ship working on some science data :: Cptn Ja'Lale: OK. You have the conn ::to the ranking officer on the bridge as he leaves for the turbo lift:: Cptn Ja'Lale: +TR Chief+ Hold transport till I get down, please. John Randall: +Michaels+ Be careful down there; holler if you need anything. Hunter Matheson: ::glance around:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::quickly ascends down to the TR room and enters:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Curious look. She steps down and taps a button on the TR console.:: +Ja'Lale+ Is there a problem, Sir? John Randall: Michaels> +Randall+ Will do, chief. Michaels out. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Looks at the Captain.:: Sir? Hunter Matheson: ::waits:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::walks in and up to Dyan:: No, but there is a change of plan. The medical team and th engineering team will transport down to the surface as planned. There is a change of plan for us senior crew (i.e. all of you). We're to beam down to these coordinates outside of the town centre to meet up with someone from SF Intel. John Randall: Michaels> ::checks his toolkit one more time:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::Looks around:: We all here? Where's LT. Randall? Hunter Matheson: ::without changing his expression, he's thinking this is going south:: Dvokr chim Hok: Intel? Dyan Sylvanis: Starfleet Intel? Seriously? ::Doesn't like the sound of this.:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Indeed. John Randall: Michaels> The chief assigned me, sir. John is helping out with the impulse engines. John Randall: Michaels> He didn't like the sound of them when we slipped into orbit, so he ordered an overhaul. Heather Jamieson: :: Pouring over data collected earlier :: Cptn Ja'Lale: I see. I've a feeling we may need his services soon enough though. In the meantime, please join our team to meet the intel guy. John Randall: Michaels> Aye, sir, wherever you need me. Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The medical and engineering teams beam down to the surface with the medical and engineering supplies as planned. Cptn Ja'Lale: ::gives the coordinates to the Transporter Chief:: Beam us down there. ::heads to the TR pads:: John Randall: ::overseeing the team working on the impulse engines; one is dismantled, and he does not like what he sees:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Action: The team beams down to the surface - a remote area outside of the main town. A long small building is nearby surrounded by hills and mountains of the area. Dvokr chim Hok: :: Steps on the pad :: Hunter Matheson: :::beams, checks the perimeter, weapon deployed:: John Randall: Michaels> ::looks around nervously, he's never been in Klingon space before, outside the ship, that is:: Hunter Matheson: ::check, secures:: Dvokr chim Hok: The air here is... Dyan Sylvanis: ::Keeps an eye out as she arrives at the destination.:: Hunter Matheson: Looks secure, Captain. Hunter Matheson: (you are there, right cap?) Cptn Ja'Lale: ::nods:: Let's head towards that building. Cptn Ja'Lale: (Yep) Cptn Ja'Lale: ::reading his PADD as he goes:: John Randall: ::aboard the ship, sends a cadet to cargo bay 3 for parts, and they begin the overhaul:: Hunter Matheson: ::takes point:: John Randall: Michaels> ::trying to remember the guidelines of being on an away team:: Dvokr chim Hok: :: Looks around :: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The building is a small nondescript one storey building of typical Klingon construction. As they approach a lone Klingon guard looks at them and moves aside to let them through. Dvokr chim Hok: Their architecture is...interesting. Cptn Ja'Lale: Yeah, I suppose it is. Hunter Matheson: ::checking out the guard as they enter:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Looking at the guard for a moment, before she moves in as well.:: John Randall: Michaels> ::scans the interior of the building with his tricorder:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Inside is also typical Klingon. There are several Klingons inside as well as two humans excluding the Challenger crew. John Randall: Michaels> ::regards the Klingons with a jaundiced eye:: Dvokr chim Hok: Hmm Hunter Matheson: ::smells like a Klingon in here, but it is Klingon space::: Hunter Matheson: ::figures the Klingons don't like the smell of humans, either:: Hunter Matheson: @ Dork> ::fiddling with the helm console:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::The team is ushered into the building towards a small office in the back of the building:: John Randall: Michaels> ::to Ja'Lale:: Captain, the background radiation readings are below safety levels, sir. We should be fine as long as we stay in this building. Cptn Ja'Lale: ::Inside the office are two human Starfleet officers, two younger looking men in SF attire:: Ja'Lale> ::nods:: That's good. Hunter Matheson: ::mumble:: Great. Radiation. Dyan Sylvanis: :;Eyes the two men as she flanks the Captain.:: Dvokr chim Hok: ghaH 'ej Duvan vo' DIvI'. Hunter Matheson: ::takes position on the cap's alternate flank:: John Randall: Michaels> ::remembering what John has told him about SI agents, thinks these two gents definitely qualify:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Klingon> Mm. ::grunts:: Dvokr chim Hok: Finally get to practice Klingon. Hunter Matheson: ::side glance at Hok, wondering where he learned it:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Man>. Hi, thanks for coming in. I'm Lt Jacobs of Starfleet Intel. Follow us, would you? ::invites them into a back meeting room:: Need anything? Water, something to eat? It's all imported in and is safe for consumption. Hunter Matheson: ::follows, checking the area, not really listening to the man:: Dvokr chim Hok: I've not spoken it in...a long time. John Randall: Michaels> ::enters the room, looking nervously around, is on full guard:: Hunter Matheson: ::Hok:: So... I gotta ask - how? Cptn Ja'Lale: Jacobs> Have a seat.. Dvokr chim Hok: I'm the comms officer, or at least I was. Part of my job Hunter Matheson: ::takes position behind the captain:: John Randall: Michaels> ::sits down opposite the captain:: Hunter Matheson: ::nod to Hok:: Dvokr chim Hok: The thought was if there was a major conflict it would be either the Klingons or the Romulans. Hunter Matheson: ::Hok, vq:: Not exactly a good subject in here, sir. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Standing by Kal.:: John Randall: Michaels> ::continues taking scans:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::Takes a seat at the table:: Dvokr chim Hok: If they can't take the reality.. I am merely stating Starfleet's desire for communication. John Randall: @ ::aboard the ship, the overhaul hits a snag as John finds a major problem; swears under his breath as he finds what he was hoping he wouldn't:: Hunter Matheson: ::checking out the s3 guys, wondering what they have in mind:: Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Hunter Matheson: done John Randall: ;;paused:: Cptn Ja'Lale: OK, we'll find out what they have in store for us next week. No TBS. Any questions? Hunter Matheson: none Cptn Ja'Lale: If not, have a great week.. and a good long weekend if you have one.
  9. Cptn Ja'Lale: USS Challenger Mission Brief - 5 Jan 2018: The Challenger was ordered to Klingon space to assist in delivering supplies and medical aid to a planet affected by the Praxis moon explosion. Challenger has been escorted through Klingon space and is now arriving at the planet. TBS was a few hours. Cptn Ja'Lale: Begin sim Cptn Ja'Lale: Begin sim Hunter Matheson: ::doing the helm thing:: Dvokr chim Hok: :: Operations :: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Sitting at her station.:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Our escorts are breaking off. Slow to impulse and prepare for orbit around the planet. John Randall: ::at the main console in engineering watching the crew:: Hunter Matheson: ::tap..tap:: Slowing to impulse, aye. Dvokr chim Hok: :: taps :: Hunter Matheson: Coming into orbit. Looks like a geosync they want us to have. Hunter Matheson: Orbit achieved. Holding geosynchronous over a pretty messed up section of the planet. ::to Ja'Lale:: Dvokr chim Hok: Caution is advised given the debris still in orbit. Hunter Matheson: ::thumbs-up to Hok:: Aye, sir. Dvokr chim Hok: :: Bringing up the sensor tracking data on the main viewer :: Cptn Ja'Lale: Great. Inform the transport crew to get ready to beam down the supplies. We'll also need to set up teams to head down to the surface. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Keeping an eye on her screen. They seem to be clear of debris for the moment.:: Hunter Matheson: Gees... the whole planet's pretty messed up. Can't imagine what it was like when that happened. It was a moon, right? Hunter Matheson: I mean, the explosion was a moon? Cptn Ja'Lale: Praxis? Yes, it was. Cptn Ja'Lale: Is it safe to beam down, or better to take a shuttle? Dvokr chim Hok: Dilithium mining caused a cascade explosion in the core. Hunter Matheson: So... it's radioactive down there? Cptn Ja'Lale: Any indications of radiations in your scan Hok? Dvokr chim Hok: (how long since the explosion?) Cptn Ja'Lale: (it's been 3 years) Dvokr chim Hok: Higher than normal for a class M world, but nothing fatal. Cptn Ja'Lale: That's good, conducting radiation checks on the local population is a key priority for medical.. Hunter Matheson: So... HAZMAT for us? Cptn Ja'Lale: I'm no doctor, but I'd say better safe than sorry Cptn Ja'Lale: We'll also need additional team from engineering to assist in other construction and logistical projects around the main settlement. Hunter Matheson: :::relaxing as he settles in and listens to the skipper:: Hunter Matheson: Ship is at station keeping, Captain. Dvokr chim Hok: :: sighs at all of the debris :: Cptn Ja'Lale: Let's form up an away team to beam down to the surface. (feel free to NPC as the away team members as well).. Hunter Matheson: Aye, sir. Dvokr chim Hok: Great...just a bit of radiation Cptn Ja'Lale: I'd like the team to be ready in the next 20 minutes to beam down. Hunter Matheson: (who's heading up the team?) Cptn Ja'Lale: (NPC Medical, Engineering and Security... you OK heading up the team, Dyan?) Cptn Ja'Lale: (5 minutes) Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Hunter Matheson: done Cptn Ja'Lale: OK, seems like a good place to stop. No worries. TBS will be 15 minutes and we'll be ready to beam down... you can NPC as another character if you like if you don't feel it appropriate to send your character down.. I know most of us are bridge crew. Hunter Matheson: I'm good with it, Cap. Cptn Ja'Lale: OK.. if there's nothing else then sim dismissed... have a great week everyone
  10. Cptn Ja'Lale: USS Challenger Mission Brief - 15 Dec 2017 The Challenger crew was enjoying some time off in the starbase after their rescue mission. The crew are now returning to the Challenger as they get ready for their next mission. TBS was a few hours. Cptn Ja'Lale: Any questions? Hunter Matheson: none Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: ::in the bridge, reading his PADD:: John Randall: ::beams aboard the ship and exits the transporter room; takes the lift to his cabin:: Hunter Matheson: ::fresh from the showers and feeling pretty good after liberty, he straightens his uniform then checks his hair in the mirror before leaving for the bridge:: Hunter Matheson: ::and he catches the lift door as it's closing::: Sorry folks. ::he squeezes in:: Bridge. John Randall: ::enters his cabin and goes into the bedroom to change into a uniform; comes out, goes over to the computer terminal; checks his mail, then powers down the terminal and leaves his cabin, heading for the lift:: Hunter Matheson: ::the lift doesn't seem happy with its extra load and neither do the other occupants, but he tries to ignore them, giving a wink to a pretty corporal, then exits on the bridge, just catching the last line of a comment about how bridge thinks they're so great:: Caitlin Townshend: ::on the bridge, running simulations on the computer and checking the library retrieval times:: John Randall: ::exits the lift and strides down the corridor to engineering; enters his department and smiles at the crew that are present; goes into his office:: Hunter Matheson: ::and he stops to acknowledge the skipper:: Captain. :::then moves to the main helm console to log in, ready to get a move on to their next assignment::: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Was already on the bridge, standing near her console.:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::nods:: Lieutenant. Hunter Matheson: (I got a promo? Cool.) Dyan Sylvanis: ((Surprise)) Cptn Ja'Lale: Ok ::gets a message from cardboard OPS:: Looks like we're all accounted for. Cptn Ja'Lale: (oops.. forgot lol)) Hunter Matheson: (GSGT, cap) Cptn Ja'Lale: (thanks) John Randall: ::powers up the computer and logs himself in for duty, then leaves the office and surveys the department, watching his crew perform their duties:: Hunter Matheson: ::glances at Syl as he runs through his preflight check routine, taking a deep whiff of whatever that stuff is she wears::: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Smiles, before finally sitting at her console.:: Cptn Ja'Lale: We have the details of our next mission. ::to Hunter:: When ready, please set a course for Klingon Space. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Turns looking back at the Captain.:: Hunter Matheson: Aye sir. We have an exit corridor. Disengaged from the station, power is... ours.... Hunter Matheson: Engaging thrusters. ::he moves them easily from their mooring, then swivels slowly as the droids give them space:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Yes, back to Klingon Space but not Kronos. We'll be headed to an outer Klingon world to deliver some medical supplies. Caitlin Townshend: ::sounds like a milk run, but when is it ever:: Cptn Ja'Lale: The coordinates of the planet should be in your terminal. Engage a course at warp 7 Hunter Matheson: :::his fingers flick quickly on the console:: Entering exit corridor. Hunter Matheson: ::checks:: Aye, sir. Coordinates received. Will go to warp 7 as soon as we exit the corridor. John Randall: ::seeing the crew is apparently doing well, goes back into his office and sits down at the terminal; pulls up the mission statement and his eyebrows rise as he sees they are going into Klingon space:: Cptn Ja'Lale: This colony was also severely affected by the Praxis explosion and urgently needs supplies, foods and other sundries... Hunter Matheson: ::enters the coordinates::: Engaging in five.. .four... three.. two... engaging warp 7. Hunter Matheson: ::assumes they are on an emergency mission since they're breaking the barrier at warp 7::: Dyan Sylvanis: Sounds like they need a supply convoy, not an Excelsior class ship. Hunter Matheson: (w) ::without turning, to Syl:: You know the smell of that body wash drives me crazy. ::straight face:: John Randall: ::reads that the Challenger is delivering medical supplies to an outer Klingon world affected by the explosion of the Praxis moon:: Dvokr chim Hok: :: Stumbles in :: Hunter Matheson: ::shrug:: Maybe there's none available. Cptn Ja'Lale: ::Dyan:: Normally that would be the case. Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Challenger jumps to warp 7 some time ago John Randall: ::wonders sardonically to himself how this so-called "medical run" will turn out:: John Randall: ::leaves his office and goes back to the warp engine console to check the performance of the engines:: Dvokr chim Hok: (Not warp 8?) Cptn Ja'Lale: (gotta save on gas lol)) Hunter Matheson: ::as he works the console, checking things, to the captain:: Sir, I take it that the planet is pretty small to be a colony. Dvokr chim Hok: (Nor do you want discharged) Hunter Matheson: (we're already breaking the speed limit) John Randall: ::nods in satisfaction that the engines are running pretty smoothly for warp 7, and that the enhancements he requested were approved and installed by the starbase maintenance team:: Cptn Ja'Lale: That's correct. It's a small, somewhat remote M class planet with a sparse population. Cptn Ja'Lale: Apparently though, they are urgently low on supplies. Starfleet has approved us to travel at warp 7 until we get to Klingon space. Hunter Matheson: Aye, sir. Cptn Ja'Lale: I imagine that must be the reason they chose us to deliver the supplies rather than a supply ship or freighter vessel Caitlin Townshend: ((The warp 5 speed limit, if that's to what you're referring, is only established in 2370.)) Caitlin Townshend: ((Not that I have any knowledge of future events.)) Dvokr chim Hok: (No...but Kasuga knows) Cptn Ja'Lale: (hmm, good to know)) John Randall: ::gives the warp engine console officer a smile, claps him on the shoulder, and makes his way to the main console, nicknamed the "pool table":: Cptn Ja'Lale: (unfortunately….. yes) Dyan Sylvanis: ((And then was quickly written off.)) Hunter Matheson: (No wonder we have so many crazy drivers) Dvokr chim Hok: :: At Operations, getting a lot of screen time, but not getting to say a lot, for a communications officer :: Caitlin Townshend: ::rolls her shoulders, ponders if she can finally spend some time getting to know her department during this mission:: Caitlin Townshend: ::still feeling like the awkward transplant, and it doesn't help that many of the officers and crew members under her charge are older and more experienced than she is:: John Randall: ::sits down at a monitor and pulls up the mission statement again, finding a little more info on the Klingon world they are headed to:: Dvokr chim Hok: I am monitoring communications channels the closer we get. Hunter Matheson: ::satisfied with his calculations and the way the ship maneuvers, he relaxes in his chair, swiveling it back and forth minimally::: Cptn Ja'Lale: Please do. I am sure the Klingons will have an escort fleet waiting for us. Hunter Matheson: ::cough:: Hunter Matheson: ::stops his swivel and pays attention:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Glances over, watching Kal relax.:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Smirks.:: Hunter Matheson: (what year are we in?) Cptn Ja'Lale: (2297?))) John Randall: ::wonders what kind of reception the Challenger will get when they cross the Neutral Zone; thinks it will be......interesting:: Hunter Matheson: ::relaxes, now that he knows what year he's in:: Cptn Ja'Lale: We 're also carrying construction supplies as well to help the colonists rebuild. John Randall: ::thinks to himself, 'It's ALWAYS interesting around the Klingons':: Hunter Matheson: ::has a serious mistrust of Klingons:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Some time passes and the Challenger is approaching Klingon space. John Randall: ::switches the computer back to engineering data, and nods as everything seems to be going as well as can be expected:: Dvokr chim Hok: Where no ship has gone before in a long time... Hunter Matheson: Approaching Klingon space, Captain. Permission to go to warp 5. Cptn Ja'Lale: Granted Hunter Matheson: Going to warp 5. John Randall: ::hears a decrease in the engine whine and knows they are approaching the Neutral Zone:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Challenger is being hailed. Dvokr chim Hok: Incoming hail Captain. Cptn Ja'Lale: On screen Dvokr chim Hok: :: Does so... :: John Randall: ::has informed his crew of their destination and mission:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::A Gruff looking Klingon officer appears on screen:: Federation starship. You will follow our escort vessels who will take you to the colony. Keep your present speed and do not deviate from the intended route. Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: 6 Klingon birds of prey decloak and surround Challlenger Dvokr chim Hok: :: wide-eyed :: Hunter Matheson: ::checks everything as his blood pressure shoots through the roof::: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Folds her arms as she looks at the viewscreen.:: Such a nice guy. ::Looks at her screen.:: He wasn't kidding about escorts. 6 birds of prey decloaking. Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Dyan Sylvanis: ::paused:: Hunter Matheson: ::done:: John Randall: ::paused:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Great job. Next week, we'll be arriving at the planet. TBS will be 3 hours. Any questions? Dyan Sylvanis: nope Hunter Matheson: none John Randall: Will we sim next week? Hunter Matheson: good question Cptn Ja'Lale: Thanks, can you all make next week? Dyan Sylvanis: I should be here John Randall: I can Hunter Matheson: I can. Cptn Ja'Lale: OK,, we'll aim to sim next week then. But if you can't make it,, that's cool Dyan Sylvanis: kk Cptn Ja'Lale: If nothing else, sim dismissed..... have a great week everyone
  11. Cptn Ja'Lale: USS Challenger Mission Brief: 8 Dec 2017 - Challenger crew are in SB 79 after dropping off the Orion pirates and the freighter crew they rescued. The crew are enjoying some well deserved time off in the station Cptn Ja'Lale: Any questions?? TBS was 2 hours Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Hunter Matheson: ::wherever he was before - bar maybe, eating a burger?::: John Randall: ::finishes up entering the PADDs into the computer, and leaves engineering:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Sitting at the table with Kal and Hok.:: Hunter Matheson: :with Syl and Hok?:: Hunter Matheson: ::sweet:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Avoided ordering bacon.:: John Randall: ::rides the lift to his deck, and goes down the corridor to his cabin:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::down in the market place after chatting with the station CO:: Hunter Matheson: ::finished the burger, now making little figures with fries - and munching on a few:: John Randall: ::strips off his uniform and changes into civvies; decides to go aboard the starbase and check it out:: Hunter Matheson: (Whoa, Randall. TMI, man) Cptn Ja'Lale: (lol) John Randall: (no more than usual, Matheson ) Hunter Matheson: (true - it'll take a while) John Randall: ::goes to the transporter room and beams over to the base:: Hunter Matheson: ::Syl:: So, you're pretty quiet tonight. Some'n on your mind? ::dip, munch:: Hunter Matheson: ::calls for another round::: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Snatches a couple fries.:: Not really. Kinda curious what our next move is. Hunter Matheson: ::orderly:: Hey, more fries if you got 'em. Hunter Matheson: ::Syl:: I try to not think about those things. It's the stuff you obsess over that gets you. What really happens is always different. John Randall: ::ducks into the first restaurant he comes to, and orders a fried chicken dinner:: Hunter Matheson: Like... am I gonna die this time? Eaten by a monster? ::smirk, dip, munch::: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Smirks.:: I'm not thinking that in depth. Just curious if we are going pirate hunting again, or maybe moving to a new sector. John Randall: ::surveys the room while he eats:: Hunter Matheson: ::he nods:: New sector might be good. Getting to know the territory a little too well. ::shrugs, leans back for the next round and a fresh pile of fries::: John Randall: ::notices a pretty redhead a couple of tables over, starts to get up and go over, then T'Mira comes into his mind, and sits back down:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::exams various things for sale in the markets:: Hunter Matheson: ::spots Randall with his chicken and leans toward Syl:: Hey. The El Tee's here. Randall. ::nods in his direction:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Sips on her ice tea.:: I guess it just depends where the brass want us. Hunter Matheson: Yeah. Prolly. Caitlin Townshend: ::wanders into this restaurant, looking very lost, wondering why all these starbases seem to be laid out differently:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Looks over.:: Are you sure it's him? Wonder what he's doing on this station? Maybe he's coming back. John Randall: ::finishes his dinner, wipes his mouth with a napkin, and sits back in his chair:: Hunter Matheson: Hey. We sure could use a good engineer. John Randall: ::sees Caitlin Townshend enter the restaurant, but doesn't know it's her, having never met her:: Hunter Matheson: Whoa.. seems like everyone's coming in. ::nods in Cait's direction:: Dyan Sylvanis: This must be more popular than we thought. John Randall: ::turns his head and sees Matheson and Sylvanis sitting together, looking rather cozy:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::heads towards the restaurant as well.. why do things always work out like that?:: Hunter Matheson: Think so. ::catches Randall's look and waves him over::: Think we can find out? Caitlin Townshend: ::sits down at the bar, looks around:: Caitlin Townshend: ::noticing Matheson and Sylvanis but not wanting to interrupt them, she just orders a drink, yawning a little:: John Randall: ::notices Matheson's wave, smiles, and arises from his chair; makes his way over to them:: Dyan Sylvanis: CBCO Hok> ::Slides over to make more room.:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Waves at Caitlin.:: John Randall: ::smiles at them:: Hello, Sergeant, Lieutenant. Hunter Matheson: ::standing, pulls up a chair:: Hey. Lieutenant. What brings you to this little corner of the galaxy? Dyan Sylvanis: Hello, Chief. Hunter Matheson: Good seein' you. Hunter Matheson: (think I lost track of who's NCO and who's COM) John Randall: ::nods thanks for the chair:: You, too. Just finished a seminar back on Earth, and hopped a ship to bring me here. Dyan Sylvanis: ((I call him Chief since he's Chief Engineer.)) John Randall: ((cool)) Dyan Sylvanis: ((Not Chief as in rank.)) Hunter Matheson: ::pulls up a chair for Townshend:: So, you comin' aboard? (thanks - need a refresher course) Hunter Matheson: (so I'm the only NCO?) Dyan Sylvanis: ((yep)) Caitlin Townshend: ((I am a junior grade lieutenant, for the record)) John Randall: ::nods:: As far as I know, the captain hasn't banished me, I don't think. ::smiles:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::a turtle walks into a bar... and orders a drink. Not a very funny punchline:: Hunter Matheson: (gotcha) Caitlin Townshend: ::raises her eyebrows, then nods:: Sure. Sorry, I wasn't sure if you wanted company. Caitlin Townshend: ::gripping her drink a bit tightly:: Dyan Sylvanis: We were having dinner with Mr. Hok here. Hunter Matheson: :::scrunching everyone in, the orderly pulls up another table for 'em::: And there's the skipper. Dyan Sylvanis: CBCO Hok> ::Is being pretty quiet.:: John Randall: Looks like you guys have been a bit busy, I read the report on the Challenger's last mission. Caitlin Townshend: ::turns to the unfamiliar Randall:: Hi, Lieutenant Caitlin Townshend. Hunter Matheson: ::nod to Randall:: Yes, sir. Got a bunch of nasties corralled and branded. John Randall: ::looks at her:: Pleased to meet you, Ms. Townshend. I am Lieutenant John Randall, chief engineer of the Challenger. Caitlin Townshend: Ohhhhhh. You're him. Caitlin Townshend: ::has heard... things:: Caitlin Townshend: I'm the new science officer. Hunter Matheson: ::wondering if that's a good thing or a bad thing, but waves to the barkeep to bring a round hoping that his credit is still good::: John Randall: ::smiles uncertainly:: Um....yes. Welcome aboard the Challenger, Lieutenant. I hope you enjoy your stay with us. Hunter Matheson: ::cause, you know, he hasn't checked it in... well... quite a while:: Caitlin Townshend: ::nervous smile:: It's certainly a more … active … assignment. Caitlin Townshend: It's been a long time since I had such an adventure. Caitlin Townshend: ::raises her glass at Sylvanis and Matheson:: Got to hand it to you Marines. I don't know how you do that for a living. John Randall: We have had......our share of some interesting assignments, wouldn't you agree, Sergeant? Hunter Matheson: ::holding it for Townshend::: Standard procedure, ma'am. ::Randall:: Yes, sir. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Grins.:: Hunter Matheson: ::holding a chair, that is:: Caitlin Townshend: ::sits down:: Caitlin Townshend: Is it true you once chased a rogue Starfleet admiral through a wormhole? Hunter Matheson: ::relaxes into his chair as the orderly brings the round:: Dyan Sylvanis: General actually. :;Shudders at the thought of Wiley.:: Hunter Matheson: ::glance to Syl, wondering if they should talk about that or if it's sealed::: John Randall: I......wasn't around for that one. Was busy escaping the Romulans. Hunter Matheson: ::but it's out of the box, so he lets her fly with it:: Caitlin Townshend: Or that you single-handedly stopped an invasion of Earth by sentient, synthetic squids? Dyan Sylvanis: ((Your cut out is still at the table with us.)) Hunter Matheson: (Hey, Hok) Caitlin Townshend: ::Randall:: Romulans? What are they like? Dvokr chim Hok: ((Why is it wet and smells of ale?)) Caitlin Townshend: ((Turns out your cardboard cutout does not hold his liquor as well as you.)) Caitlin Townshend: ((We didn't spring for the super-absorbent model.)) Dyan Sylvanis: ((Kal went a little overboard with the rounds.)) John Randall: ::smiles at Caitlin:: Imagine a Vulcan with emotions, some darker than humans. Hunter Matheson: (yeah - don't think I'll have any credit left after this) Caitlin Townshend: ::raises her eyebrow, somewhat Vulcan-like:: I was raised on Vulcan. It's strange trying to picture one showing emotion, though. John Randall: You could say the Romulans are the cousins Vulcans don't claim. Hunter Matheson: ::dip, munch, splats some hot sauce on his nose::: Hunter Matheson: ::coughing, looks for a napkin:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Giggles as she looks at Kal.:: Hunter Matheson: ::getting desperate::: Cptn Ja'Lale: (back.. sorry, got a phone call.) John Randall: ::had brought his glass of sparkling water with him, sips on it:: Cptn Ja'Lale: (5 minutes) Dvokr chim Hok: :: More drink :: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Gives him her napkin.:: Hunter Matheson: :::sigh of relief, he nods thanks::: John Randall: Think it'll be interesting to see where the brass sends us next. ::to the table at large:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::discussing ongoing situations with the Klingon and Romulans with the station CO and XO:: Dyan Sylvanis: ((In the bar?)) Hunter Matheson: (just give 'em some ale, cap) Dvokr chim Hok: If you ask me the Klingons and Romulans will never get along. Centuries of bad blood. Cptn Ja'Lale: (heh, nope)) John Randall: ::sips on his water, casting his thoughts inward:: Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: OK, sorry I was quiet but you all seemed to enjoy your time at the bar. We'll continue a few hours later ready to move onto our next plot. Cptn Ja'Lale: Any questions? Hunter Matheson: no sir Cptn Ja'Lale: OK, sim dismissed...have a great week everyone
  12. Cptn Ja'Lale: USS Challenger Mission Brief - 1 Dec 2017: Hope you all had a good thanksgiving. We resume with the Challenger had arrived at the starbase after their rescue mission of the captured freighter crew. They have the crew and some more Orion pirates. Security has transferred the pirates to the station crew as well as the freighter crew who will be transported back to Earth. The CHallenger crew is now enjoying some free time on the station Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Hunter Matheson: ::somewhere looking for a good brew:: John Randall: ::beams aboard the starbase from the ship that transported him here; materializes in the starbase transporter room:: Hunter Matheson: ::in civvies, poking into stores and bars:: Dyan Sylvanis: Find anything good yet? ::Tailing Kal.:: Hunter Matheson: ::sharp turn:: Hey, Syl. Not much. You? Cptn Ja'Lale: ;:with the station commander, going over details of the transfer:: John Randall: ::asks the transporter chief which port the Challenger is docked at; gets the reply, and makes his way to the airlock:: Hunter Matheson: ::he runs a hand through his close cropped hair and leans on the railing:: Figured there might be something down there. ::nods toward the lower level:: Dvokr chim Hok: :: Waving to whoever will receive it... Making his way to the bar :: Hunter Matheson: Hey. There's Hok. ::he gives a sharp whistle to get Hok's attention:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Leans over the rail, looking down.:: Hmm...maybe. Dvokr chim Hok: :: Waves some more :: John Randall: ::pulls out his communicator:: +Challenger+ Challenger, one to beam up. Hunter Matheson: ::then smirks as folks around them cover their ears as he hollers::: HEY HOK! MAN. Hold on! Cptn Ja'Lale: OPS> +Randall+ Stand by.. energizing. ::beams him up:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Waves back, then leans over the rail again.:: Never been down there before. Hunter Matheson: Com'on. ::he grabs her hand:: Let's go. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Is pulled along.:: Oh... John Randall: ::shimmers into existence in the familiar transporter room, smiles at the chief:: Hunter Matheson: ::then wraps his arm around her as they enter the lift:: Down one level. Hunter Matheson: Sorry... I'm just glad to be outta the ship. ::geared up like he's been trapped for years::: Dvokr chim Hok: Where are we going? Hunter Matheson: ::the lift opens:: Hey, El Tee. Glad we caught you. ::he steps out:: No idea. Somewhere with a bar? Dvokr chim Hok: :: Frozen in place not knowing if he should move his hand... no no, not there... just remains a bit stiff :: John Randall: Transporter Chief> Welcome home, Lieutenant. How was the seminar? Hunter Matheson: ::he blinks:: Somethin' wrong with your arm? Dvokr chim Hok: Yes, that would be good... I don't know where on this station. Hunter Matheson: Your guess is as good as ours. ::glance to Syl:: Nothing above. Let's check out this level. I smell something like burgers. Hunter Matheson: (yeah, I'm wired tonight) Dvokr chim Hok: No no... Just.. nothing wrong with it. :: relaxes a little :: You seem eager to get off the ship? John Randall: Not bad, I guess, Chief ::smiles tiredly:: Learned a little bit, but not that much. Mostly just shooting the bull. Dvokr chim Hok: Burgers? Real meat? Hunter Matheson: Gees.. you kidding me, sir? Yeah, I'm glad to be off. And it sure smells like it. Hunter Matheson: ::he looks to Syl:: You up to that? Dyan Sylvanis: ::Giggles.:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Nods.:: Sure Hunter Matheson: Sweet... let's check it out. John Randall: Transporter Chief> I see. Nice to have you back. Dvokr chim Hok: :: Along for the wild ride :: Are you alright? How many cups of coffee? Hunter Matheson: Uh... kinda lost count. Real coffee. ::shrugs:: Not the replicated stuff. Packs a punch I guess. John Randall: Thanks, Chief. Catch up with you later, all right? ::smiles tiredly again:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::in the station commander's ready room. Sits down in the chair across from his desk, the station CO pours them both a glass of Scottish whisky:: So we have a pretty good case against the Orions. Hunter Matheson: ::he snorts:: Too bad the skipper is in conference. He could join us. Dunno about the burgers. Dyan Sylvanis: I think he prefers his food raw. Hunter Matheson: (Hey, Man. Scottish whisky? Share.) Hunter Matheson: Yeah, probably. John Randall: ::leaves the transporter room and goes to the turbolift, stepping into the car:: Deck 3. ::the lift speeds off:: Dvokr chim Hok: I think we are close Hunter Matheson: ::checking the store and bar windows as they pass by:: Cptn Ja'Lale: SCO> Yes, we do. The Orions we had talked alot and dilvulged much of their operations. Fleet willl be sending ships in the area to try to snuff them out. ::takes a sip after klinking glasses with Jalale:: Hunter Matheson: So...::ducks his head in one entrance, then shakes negative:: y'all check the area out. We're getting closer. John Randall: ::the lift arrives and he exits the car; walks down the corridor avoiding the starbase repair crews, and arrives at his cabin:: Cptn Ja'Lale: (scottish whisky - available at a station bar near you) Dyan Sylvanis: What about that one? ::Points at a place towards the end of the row.:: Hunter Matheson: ::looking that way:: Hey. Think you're right. Hunter Matheson: Lead the way, M'lady. ::smirk:: John Randall: ::the door swooshes open as he approaches, and he strides in; deposits his duffel bag on the sofa, and lets out a big sigh, glad to be home:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Flicks her silver hair back as she leads the way to their destination.:: John Randall: ::goes to the computer terminal and pulls up the manifest, having heard that Anastasia had left Starfleet:: Dvokr chim Hok: :: Following them both :: John Randall: ::stares at the manifest, seeing that the acting science officer is someone named Caitlin Townsend:: Hunter Matheson: Hey.. think you're right. ::he inhales deeply::: Almost like the ones on earth. Cptn Ja'Lale: Should be quick. And the freighter crew I hope aren't too traumatised by all this? Dyan Sylvanis: ::Steps into the doorway.:: John Randall: ::powers down the terminal, and removes his uniform; goes into the head to take a long-desired shower:: Hunter Matheson: ::follows, ticking his head at Hok to move on in::: John Randall: (in his own quarters, that is) Cptn Ja'Lale: SCO> Not by the looks of it. Our counselors talked to them all. They're shaken as one can expect, but there doesn't seem to be any lasting mental issues that we can see. Hunter Matheson: (so what's the fun in that, Randall?) John Randall: (just saying) Hunter Matheson: (::smirks::) Dyan Sylvanis: ((Yeah marines have communal showers.)) Dvokr chim Hok: :: moves in :: Hunter Matheson: (gotta love it) Dyan Sylvanis: It smells soooo good in here. Hunter Matheson: Oh, yeah. ::Syl:: Your turn to pick the booth. John Randall: ::steps out of the shower and towels himself dry; goes into the bedroom and puts on a fresh uniform, leaves the cabin and goes down the corridor to the turbolift, stepping into the car:: Deck 12. Dyan Sylvanis: Hmm... ::Picks a lone table in the back.:: John Randall: ::the lift arrives and he steps out; goes down the corridor to Engineering, where he enters:: Hunter Matheson: Good choice. ::slips in next to her and makes room for Hok:: John Randall: ::nods to the repair team and strides to the CE's office, entering:: Hunter Matheson: Whoa... look at this menu.... John Randall: ::sits down in the office chair, and thinks how good it is to be back aboard his home ship, then sighs as he sees the accumulated PADDs on the desk:: Dvokr chim Hok: They cater to many species. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Looking at the menu with Kal.:: Hunter Matheson: ::flips it over and over and over::: Yeah, they sure do... Dvokr chim Hok: You can order your meat lightly rotten if you are a Bolian. Dyan Sylvanis: bleh... Hunter Matheson: Uh... right, sir. Go for it. John Randall: ::pulls up the reports filed by the crew and reads through them; then he pulls up the report on the Challenger's last mission, and reads through it:: Hunter Matheson: They have all kinds of burgers and steaks... whoa. Triple fresh beef with everything, like jalapenos, onion, tomato, bacon, any kinda cheese.... Hunter Matheson: Avocado? Don't think I've seen that for a while. Wonder if it's real. Yathink? ::Syl:: Cptn Ja'Lale: (5 minutes) Dvokr chim Hok: Bacon? Dyan Sylvanis: ::Shrugs.:: I don't even think I know what it is. Hunter Matheson: :::watching Hok run down the menu, wondering what he'll order::: Yes, sir. Bacon. Familiar with that? Dyan Sylvanis: ::Squeezes Kal's arm at the mention of bacon.:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Her eyes are telling him not to go there.:: John Randall: ::powers down the computer and sits back in his chair, nodding in satisfaction as his friend Jeff Michaels has done a good job of running Engineering in his absence:: Hunter Matheson: ::he gives her a slow nod and a "gotcha"::: Hunter Matheson: Anyway, I'll have the triple cheese burger with everything except the... you know... ::bacon:: John Randall: ::powers the computer back up and sifts through his e-mail; sees a message from his Vulcan lady friend, T'Mira, and reads it with interest:: Dyan Sylvanis: hmm... ::Looking over it.:: Dvokr chim Hok: Wait, I know what it is... been a long time since I heard the teasing... Perhaps something fowl. Hunter Matheson: Yeah. It's.... well, depends on what kind of foul. Like the bird fowl or the other thing. Hunter Matheson: Like something you don't want to think about? Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Dyan Sylvanis: ::paused:: John Randall: ::paused:: Hunter Matheson: ::done:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Good job - we'll continue with something new next week. TBS is a day, any questions? Chirakis: ::quiet clap:: Well done. Cptn Ja'Lale: Thanks Dyan Sylvanis: nope Hunter Matheson: no, sir Cptn Ja'Lale: OK. Sim dismissed. See you next week, or on Aegis
  13. Cptn Ja'Lale: USS Challenger Mission Brief - 10 Nov 2017: Challenger is arriving at SB 79 to drop off the Orion pirates and the freighter crew. They are now arriving at the station. TBS was 2 hours. Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Hunter Matheson: ::at helm, doing his thing. Cptn Ja'Lale: Request clearance to land please, as well a security team to take the pirates. Cptn Ja'Lale: ::to Hok:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Sitting at her station.:: Hunter Matheson: One quarter impulse, Captain. Drifting in. Dvokr chim Hok: :: at operations :: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::nods:: Very good Hunter Matheson: ::Hok:: We have a slip, sir? Hunter Matheson: ::gets ready to choose one randomly, which they're not gonna like, oh no::: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Clearance to dock is granted by the station. Security is standing by to take the pirates Hunter Matheson: Moving in, docking port B17. Stand by. Hunter Matheson: (that was an awesome piece of bomber. gotta love it) Hunter Matheson: Drifting in... thrusters fore and aft port side. Hunter Matheson: ::slight bump:: We're in the slip. Docking assembly locked on. Hunter Matheson: Umbilical locked on. Transferring power to station. Cptn Ja'Lale: Great Dvokr chim Hok: :: transferring power :: Hunter Matheson: ::he stops pressing the console and leans back:: We're good to go, sir. Security detail standing by. Cptn Ja'Lale: CSEC> ::stands by the airlock with the Orion pirates and transfers them to the station security staff:: More pirates to interrogate Dvokr chim Hok: :: sighs :: Hunter Matheson: Fun and games. Hunter Matheson: ::snort:: Glad I'm not the one. Cptn Ja'Lale: That'd suck Hunter Matheson: Yes, sir. Big time. Hunter Matheson: ::he takes a deep breath and a slow exhale::: I need a tall one. Anyone with me? Hunter Matheson: I mean... ::looks back:: with the captain's permission, sir. Cptn Ja'Lale: ::gets a message from security:: Looks like they're transferring the pirates to the station now. Hopefully they can squeeze more info out of them and learn more about their operations Cptn Ja'Lale: Of course. You're all free to enjoy the station's amenities Hunter Matheson: ::he gives a broad grin, looking at Syl:: Yes, sir! Dyan Sylvanis: ::Smirks.:: Hunter Matheson: ::then he turns to complete the post flight checks, finalize his report, and shut things down::: Hunter Matheson: ::quietly, as he works:: Say, if I pass out on the floor, just leave me there, okay? Dvokr chim Hok: I think I need a rest Hunter Matheson: Oh, yes, sir. And a tall one. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Powers down her console, stands and stretches.:: Hunter Matheson: ::he finishes up and files the report, then looks at Syl:: Looks like you're ready. Hunter Matheson: ::he cracks his back on the helm chair, then swivels to a stand::: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::Gets his things and heads for the lift:: Gonna head down and chat with the station's captain. Enjoy yourselves. Hunter Matheson: Oh, yes, sir. You, too. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Nods with a smile.:: Oh yeah Hunter Matheson: ::Hok:: Coming with, sir? Dvokr chim Hok: :: Gets up and heads to the station's dock :: Hunter Matheson: ::then notices that he's gone:: Let's move out. Dyan Sylvanis: :;Follows suit.:: Dvokr chim Hok: That was a nerve-wracking mission, Hunter Matheson: ::he places a gentle hand on her back as they enter the lift::: Docking port. Hunter Matheson: Aye, sir. Sure was. Hunter Matheson: Body wracking, too. Dyan Sylvanis: Kind of getting used to the pirate hunting now. ::Smirks.:: Hunter Matheson: ::the lift stops at the docking port, then turns to Syl:: Sorry.. I never asked you if you wanted to take a bag or something. Hunter Matheson: ::he sniffs his uniform, but it seems okay, so he steps out and holds the door for her:: Hunter Matheson: Pirate hunting becoming your thing? Dvokr chim Hok: Certainly not mine. Cptn Ja'Lale: ::again, walking thru the station and heading for the bridge::: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Trying not to snicker as Kal sniffs himself.:: I'm fine. Hunter Matheson: ::he suppresses an eyeroll:: Hey, can't fault me for not wanting to smell like pirates, right, ma'am? Hunter Matheson: ::Hok:: Not mine, either, sir. Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: Great job everyone. TBS will be a few days. We should be moving onto a new plot. Cptn Ja'Lale: Any questions? Cptn Ja'Lale: Sim dismissed. See you next time.. goodnight
  14. USS Challenger Mission Brief - 03 Nov 2017: The away team beamed down to the Orion base and rescued the hostages from the freighter and picked up a few Orion pirates that survived. The AT has just beamed back to the Challenger and is about ready to depart. TBS was 30 minutes. Any questions? BEGIN SIM BEGIN SIM Hunter Matheson: ::slips behind the helm console::: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::back on the bridge:: Once everyone's accounted for, set a course for SB 79. Hunter Matheson: Aye, Captain. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Takes her seat.:: Hunter Matheson: Course laid in. At your command. Dvokr chim Hok: :: at operations Hunter Matheson: ::he leans back and takes a deep breath, glad to be away from there and kind of pitying the guys that have charge of the pirates cause they're not exactly happy:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Pirates> ::causing a ruckus about their rights and stuff:: Hunter Matheson: ::he checks out a few other things, alternate courses and evasives that might be needed but he hopes they won't be::: Hunter Matheson: ::glance to Syl at tac:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::Checks his terminal:: All right, everyone's where they should be and our guests are all settled in. Engage a course for SB 79 at warp 7 Hunter Matheson: Warp 7, aye. Movin' out. Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Challenger jumps to warp 7, heading to the starbase. Hunter Matheson: Looks like a smooth ride. Cptn Ja'Lale: Sounds good. Hunter Matheson: ::Syl:: Too quiet. Nothing in the way. If these guys were holding the freighter for something, you'd think that they would have backup. ::shrug:: Hunter Matheson: ::checking the console:: Yeah, I guess I'm paranoid. Cptn Ja'Lale: I guess that base is all that was out there. It seemed to the centre of their operations in this area. Hunter Matheson: ::with a slight swivel, he turns to the cap:: If so, you'd think they would have more than they showed us, sir. Dyan Sylvanis: Maybe it was just a holding area, or a mid point for other slaver ships. Hunter Matheson: ::he nods with a hmm::: Could be. Cptn Ja'Lale: It could've been. The women were saying that they were due to be transferred to the slave market soon. Hunter Matheson: ::a slow exhale while shaking his head:: Nasty thing. I don't imagine they were abused, or they would have looked it. Hunter Matheson: And...::adjusts course:: if they're going to be sold, they want their goods in the best condition possible. ::he mutters a swear:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::nods:: Glad we arrived when we did. Hunter Matheson: Yes, sir. Hunter Matheson: Moving into SB 79 system, Captain. Hunter Matheson: Should be there within the hour. Cptn Ja'Lale: Great thanks. ::informs the communications officer to inform the station to prepare a security team for the Orion pirates. :: Dyan Sylvanis: This is our second batch of pirates we're bringing to them. They must love us. Cptn Ja'Lale: Yes. Really. At least they have experience dealing with them now. Hunter Matheson: Um... yeah. ::snort:: Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: All right. Sorry to cut it a bit short, but we are kind of light tonight. Next time, we'll be back at the station to offload the pirates and the freighter crew. Cptn Ja'Lale: TBS will be an hour Cptn Ja'Lale: Any questions?? Cptn Ja'Lale: Goodnight folks - see you next time
  15. 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!