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  1. Cptn Ja'Lale: USS Challenger Mission Brief - 13 July 2018: The Challenger is now orbiting around the Arcadian homeward where the away team are deep underwater exploring the main city. TBS was 15 minutes.. any questions? Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Dyan Sylvanis: ::With the group, still on the sub? Itching to go swimming.:: Hunter Matheson: ::checking out the area trying to ignore the water that could flatten them into human pancakes:: John Randall: ::visiting the engine room of the sub, learning some alien technology:: Hunter Matheson: ::Syl:: kind of a weird place to live, but I guess they're used to it. Cptn Ja'Lale: Filim'Ja> ::Shows the team around various parts of the city, a labyrinth of caves and passageways with pretty looking stalagmites and such overhead :: Hunter Matheson: ::doubletake Syl:: You sure look excited. Dvokr chim Hok: :: Looking all around :: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Grins.:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Firim'Ja>. I see you humans are dressed in diving attire? That is most excellent as parts of the city need to be traversed by swimming but don't worry since these caves are reinforced and should be diveable for humans.. and definitely for Chelons. Hunter Matheson: ::checks out Hok wondering what he's thinking then looks back at Syl:: What? Dyan Sylvanis: ::Quietly.:: I'm just ready to go exploring. ::smiles.:: Hunter Matheson: ::nods:: Dvokr chim Hok: :: Recording all he can :: Hunter Matheson: ::moves forward to talk to Firim'Ja:: So, we dive like we would if we were above water, or we gear up in here, or what? Cptn Ja'Lale: Firim'Ja> That's correct. There are grottos with waterways that connect between caves. Dvokr chim Hok: How old are these structures? Cptn Ja'Lale: Ja'Lale>. It should be interesting, for sure. Cptn Ja'Lale: Frim'Ja>. These caves have been around for a few millennia, however this city has been around for a little over a century Hunter Matheson: So how did your people get here? Dvokr chim Hok: :: Nods :: Cptn Ja'Lale: FIrim'Ja> Get here? As in on this planet or the city? Hunter Matheson: On the planet, sir. Cptn Ja'Lale: Firim'Ja> Ahh, well we've evolved from a fish-like species to become the top intelligent species on this planet. The fact that we have no natural predators to compete against us. Dvokr chim Hok: What do you think of species that eat fish, if I may ask? Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The team are shown around the cave network and are led to a sizeable grotto with very blue, clear water. Hunter Matheson: Whoa.... so there's a population problem? Or... you're just careful when you.... ::semi blush:: you know.... ::shrugs, leaving it at that:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Firim'Ja>. We do not judge other species based on their eating habits. And no, we do not have a population problem. Everything is shared equally so this is never a problem for us. Cptn Ja'Lale: ::Referring to both of their questions:: Fririm'Ja>. You all are able to swim? Cptn Ja'Lale: F>. We can call for the submersible for those of you who cannot. Hunter Matheson: Swim? Yes, sir. Dvokr chim Hok: How clean is the water? Dyan Sylvanis: ::Starts unzipping her suit, slowly revealing her silver one piece.:: I'll be ready in a second. Cptn Ja'Lale: Ja'Lale> The water's a lot clearer than what I'm used to but it won't be a problem Cptn Ja'Lale: F>. The water is very clear and clean. It has to be since we feed on plankton swimming in the water Cptn Ja'Lale: Ja'Lale>. Hm, I might try some. I have been wondering how the plankton on this planet tastes like. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Removes her boots and places them and her normal suit into a waterproof container, then ties back her hair.:: Dvokr chim Hok: If only I could swim faster... Cptn Ja'Lale: ::inspects the water, and waits for the others to get ready::: Dvokr chim Hok: :: Changing off to the side :: Cptn Ja'Lale: Firim'Ja>. It is just a short swim to our administrative area where we can begin our talks. Hunter Matheson: ::slips off the uniform that covers his partial wet suit, complete with rebreather that he took because he wasn't sure what kind of swimming he'd be doing::: Dvokr chim Hok: :: Wearing his swim shorts :: Hunter Matheson: ::full mask, the whole 9 yards:: John Randall: ::the Arcadian engineer shows John around the engine room; Randall uses his tricorder to record the information, is impressed by what he's learning and seeing:: Dvokr chim Hok: Guess I will need a rebreather if I want to live. Cptn Ja'Lale: That would be handy, yes. Dvokr chim Hok: :: Puts it in his mouth :: Mmmgmmn Hunter Matheson: ::his gear hangs from his neck:: Unless you can hold your breath for about ten to fifteen. Hunter Matheson: ::looking at Syl, figuring she can:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Grins at Kal's mask as she puts a simple rebreather in her mouth.:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Doesn't wait to be asked, she jumps into the water.:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Firim'Ja>. ::smiles:: Great, if you're all ready then please follow us. Hunter Matheson: (wait... are we outside the whateveritis we're in?) Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Dyan finds the water warm, like the oceans in the Caribbean. (We are inside one of the caves) Cptn Ja'Lale: ::Slips in after Dyan:: Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Dvokr chim Hok: :: paused :: Cptn Ja'Lale: Great job folks -- we'll start from there. Any questions? Dvokr chim Hok: None here Cptn Ja'Lale: OK, sim dismissed.. have a great week everyone
  2. Cptn Ja'Lale: USS Challenger Mission Brief - 6 July 2018: The Challenger has arrived at the Vellum Gamma system that houses the Arcadian system. The Challenger crew are greeted by a delegation of Arcadians and were invited to visit their main settlement underground. We begin as the team has boarded a submersible and are about to depart. TBS was 15 minutes... any questions? Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Hunter Matheson: ::thinking this is going to be dicey:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: One of the Arcadians closes the entry hatch and settles in. Dvokr chim Hok: It's been a while since I've been underwater...just how deep are we going? Hunter Matheson: ::thinking the same thing:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Arcadian>. We'll be going about 2km deep. That's where our city is. Hunter Matheson: So... not too deep, right? Cptn Ja'Lale: Arcadian> I hope you're all settled and belted in. No.. not too deep, but deeper than we can dive naturally. Hunter Matheson: ::mental math... it's over 6500 ft... blink::: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The sub begins to move and sink into the ocean below, giving the crew a dark ride in the water lit by the sub's lights. Lots of small krill and plankton float about. Hunter Matheson: So... are there any fish or whatever that we want to avoid? Like that might eat us? ::staring out the viewport:: Dvokr chim Hok: That's 200 atmospheres of pressure Hunter Matheson: ::stop... turn to Hok:: All due respect, sir... not something I really needed to know. Cptn Ja'Lale: Firim'Ja> We have some shark-like creatures you might want to avoid, but they won't bother you unless you provoke them. Also, we do have some large creatures similar to your whales, but they are also harmless. Though they do compete with us for plankton and krill Hunter Matheson: ::nods affirm:: Dvokr chim Hok: You'd not have to worry if there was a breach Hunter Matheson: ::Hok:: Sir? Hunter Matheson: Meaning that we'd be dead ducks in a breach? Hunter Matheson: .. or dead humans? Cptn Ja'Lale: I imagine you'd be, yes Cptn Ja'Lale: Though 2,000 metres is deeper than Chelons can dive as well. Hunter Matheson: ::Ja'Lale:: And what about your shell.... never mind, sir. Got the point. Cptn Ja'Lale: Hmm. ::would smirk if he could:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: the sub dives deeper and the underwater city can be seen Dvokr chim Hok: We should get a look at the engineering involved. Cptn Ja'Lale: Firim'Ja> Most of our cities underwater aren't this deep though and can be reached by diving to it. Hunter Matheson: ::Hok:: so we can....? Dvokr chim Hok: IMprove our ships Hunter Matheson: Good point, sir. Hunter Matheson: (brb) Cptn Ja'Lale: That's a great suggestion.. Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The sub passes through a forcefield, which protects the city against the water pressure and into the city proper Hunter Matheson: ::checking it out:: Hunter Matheson: ::Hok:: Think you're right, sir. That's one hell of a forcefield. Could use one like that once in a while. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Face planted against the viewport glass as she watches the underwater sights.:: Dvokr chim Hok: It has difference variances for underwater Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The city looks to have been built mostly in underwater caves with tall buildings sprouting out of them but does appear to be all clustered together. Dvokr chim Hok: The history of how this city came to be... Hunter Matheson: ::Syl:: interesting place. Dvokr chim Hok: :: taps the side of the ship... thunk thunk LL Cptn Ja'Lale: Firim'Ja>. We're almost there. I am pleased your interest in our city. We'd be happy to show you round Dyan Sylvanis: Mmhmm... ::Watching all the various fish and creatures swim by, then focuses on the city itself. She can't keep her eyes off everything. Like a little kid in an aquarium for the first time.:: Hunter Matheson: ::watching Syl::: ready for a swim? ::smirk:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Firim'Ja> I suppose you may consider this to be our capital city in terms of a Federation equivalent, but we do not generally consider it as such here Hunter Matheson: ::Ja:: So what do you call it if it's not a capital city? Dyan Sylvanis: ::Turns to Kal, maybe a little too excited.:: You bet! Hunter Matheson: ::nods:: so... inside the city or outside? Cptn Ja'Lale: Firim'Ja>. It's definitely our largest city in terms of population, but we Arcadians do not have a central government like most Federation species do, We share everything and live in a communal society with no real leaders as such. The fact that we have no natural predators on the planet also helped us grow a peaceful society. Yes, we do have shark-like things but they do not prey on us Arcadians. Dvokr chim Hok: How do you share, communication wise? Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The submersible enters a cave and snakes its way to a grotto which serves as a hangar bay. One of the Arcadian aides opens the hatch. Cptn Ja'Lale: Firim'Ja> Communication wise? I suppose so, we share everything. Dyan Sylvanis: We can do both? Hunter Matheson: ::checking it out:: Both what? Cptn Ja'Lale: Firim'Ja> Both? Dyan Sylvanis: ((Oh lol I thought Kal was still talking to me about swimming, so ignore that.)) Hunter Matheson: (I was :x) Cptn Ja'Lale: (Oh, ok) Dyan Sylvanis: ::Nods.:: I'm sure they will let us go diving outside. And maybe they have swimming pools or something. :;Shrugs.:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Firim'Ja>. Well, we have arrived. IF you'd follow us, we can show you all around. ::gestures to the hatch:: Cptn Ja'Lale: I hope so. I would like to swim around this area, though I am used to more brackish waters Hunter Matheson: ::moving toward the hatch:: Swim in a pressure -6500 ft? Hunter Matheson: Dicey, Syl. Cptn Ja'Lale: Firim'Ja>. We have specialized diving suits that can protect you against the pressure with the help of your Federation scientists. I don't know if they can fit your human bodies, but we can modify some if you wish. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Smirks.:: Well, I did say maybe... Hunter Matheson: ::glance to Firim'Ja to Syl and back:: Yes ma'am. You did. Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: Great job everyone. We'll continue from there next week. Hope you all have a great week... sim dismissed.
  3. Cptn Ja'Lale: USS Challenger Mission Brief - 29 June 2018: The Challenger has transferred Captain Sivok and his crew onto the USS Davenport and are resuming their course to Arcadian space. The Challenger is now approaching Arcadian space after a 2 day TBS. Any questions and yes, I had a busy but good week. Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Hunter Matheson: ::relieving helm for his watch and it takes a minute for him to catch up::: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::in his chair, checking star maps:: Hunter Matheson: ::nod:: Approaching Arcadian space, Captain. Dvokr chim Hok: :: At operations :: Hunter Matheson: ::puts his fingerprints on the helm log::: Cptn Ja'Lale: Great. Drop us out of warp please. Hunter Matheson: Aye, aye, sir. Dropping from warp. ::puts on the brakes:: Hunter Matheson: :::cracks knuckles:: Caitlin Townshend: ::at the science station, conducts routine scans of the system as they drop from warp:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Challenger drops out of warp as they enter the Arcadian system John Randall: ::in engineering overseeing the crew along with Michaels and Maloney:: Hunter Matheson: ::minor adjustments to his helm chair before checking it out:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The Vellun Gamma system is a fairly typical system of some planets, with Arcadia being the fifth in the system. Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Challenger is being hailed. Hunter Matheson: ::looks over to Hok unless he's supposed to answer it::: Caitlin Townshend: Scans are all normal so far. Hunter Matheson: ::shrug:: Incoming hail, Captain. Cptn Ja'Lale: On screen.. Hunter Matheson: On screen, aye. ::puts it up:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::A white faced Arcadian with two parallel lines of dark hair on the edges of its cranium appears on screen:: +Challenger+ Welcome to the Vellum Gamma system Challenger. Please, initiate an orbit around our planet. Cptn Ja'Lale: Thank you. We look forward to meeting with you. Hunter Matheson: ::waits for the word:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::looks to Kal:: All right, let's head on over. Hunter Matheson: Aye, sir. Standard orbit? Cptn Ja'Lale: Yes, geosynchronous standard orbit Hunter Matheson: ;::makes for Arcadia::: Geosynchronous orbit, aye. Caitlin Townshend: ::scans the planet:: Hunter Matheson: ::tags the right planet... he hopes.. and establishes a geosynch orbit:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The planet is mostly water with scattered bits of land and cities dotted both above and underwater. Otherwise, it's a pretty generic stock planet to save on budget. Hunter Matheson: Orbit established. Going to stationkeeping. Cptn Ja'Lale: Okay, how would you all like to do some planetary exploring? Let's meet in the transporter room in 15 minutes. Caitlin Townshend: I will bring my most waterproof of uniforms! Cptn Ja'Lale: Please Mr Hok, let Lt Randall know so he can join us. Cptn Ja'Lale: Great, me too.. actually I don't need to. Cptn Ja'Lale: Nevermind... see you in the transporter room... Transporter Room 1 Hunter Matheson: ::not really into this, but... whatever::: Aye, sir. Hunter Matheson: Sir? Captain? Cptn Ja'Lale: Yes? Hunter Matheson: Are there any critters we should be aware of in the water? Like, ones that have human on the menu? Cptn Ja'Lale: Ah, not that I am aware of. According to my research the Arcadians are the dominant species of this planet and they're pretty pacifistic Hunter Matheson: Thank you, sir. John Randall: ::has Michaels and Maloney deploy teams to perform general maintenance while Challenger is in orbit:: Cptn Ja'Lale: All right, now if you'll excuse me... ::heads to the lift:: Hunter Matheson: ::checks helm one last time, then heads to the lift also:: Dvokr chim Hok: +Randall+ Please join the team in Transporter room one. Caitlin Townshend: ::surrenders her station to a minion, makes her way to the transporter room:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Is already in the transporter room, cause she's good like that.:: Hunter Matheson: ::after telling Tork to take helm for him:: Caitlin Townshend: ::excited because exobiology is her specialty:: Hunter Matheson: ::exits on his quarters level and grabs his diving gear::: Cptn Ja'Lale: (that's what they look like) John Randall: ::hears his communicator chirp and whips it out of its holster in time to hear Hok's transmission:: +Bridge+ Acknowledged. On my way. Randall out. ::contacts Michaels and hands him control of engineering; goes to his locker and grabs his toolkit along with his phaser, then leaves engineering and walks to the turbolift:: Deck 10. Hunter Matheson: ::changes out of his uniform, then heads to TR 1:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::heads to his quarters to grab some extra stuff that he might need as well as some PADDs from Starfleet:: Caitlin Townshend: ::enters transporter room, nods to Dyan:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::takes a lift to the transporter room:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Waves to Caitlin.:: I heard we were going swimming. John Randall: ::arrives at deck 10, and goes down the corridor to the transporter room; enters, and nods to Townshend and Sylvanis:: Lieutenants. Hunter Matheson: ::enters TR:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::exits and enters TR 1:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Greets everyone that enters.:: Hunter Matheson: ::a small go back holds his uniform and swim gear::: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::Looks around:: Is this all of us? Hunter Matheson: ::crooked grin as he nods to Syl:: John Randall: ::nods to the captain:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Lieutenant. ::nods:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Let's go. ::steps onto the pad:: Hunter Matheson: ::steps to the rear:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Joins the Captain.:: John Randall: ::takes a spot on the pad:: Caitlin Townshend: ::on the pad, ready to go:: Hunter Matheson: ::nod to Caitlin:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Once everybody has stepped onto the pad, the team is beamed down to the surface. It looks as if they are beamed to the edge of a beach, with a large expanse of water in front of them. Caitlin Townshend: ::looks around, smiles at the view:: Dyan Sylvanis: Nice view. Hunter Matheson: ::taking a look around:: Sure is. Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: A few Arcadian representatives walk up to greet them. Hunter Matheson: Like Bermuda.... Caitlin Townshend: Now _this_ is a mission. Hunter Matheson: (w) Yes, ma'am. Dyan Sylvanis: Yeah. I can get used to this. ::Notes the Arcadians approaching.:: Caitlin Townshend: ::looking out at the ocean:: I bet if you get the right wind conditions you could catch some amazing waves here. Hunter Matheson: ::Cait:: Sure could. You didn't happen to bring a board? Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: There's 5 Arcadians, with one with a protruding dorsal spine. Dyan Sylvanis: I heard the old Major was a huge surfer. Hunter Matheson: Yeah. ::he heard the same:: Caitlin Townshend: ::Matheson:: Nah, we never visited planets with appropriate environments often enough to make it worth the amount of my personal effects allowance it would take up. Cptn Ja'Lale: Dorsal Spine Arcadian> Welcome to Arcadia. ::happened to overhear their conversation:: I do not know what surfer is, but yes, we do get large waves throughout our planet. I am Firim'Ja. I suppose your Federation equivalent, I am a bit of a leader of this planet, though we do not possess a traditional "government" as you may be used to. Hunter Matheson: Um...maybe we should make a portable one. There's always body surfing. Caitlin Townshend: (q) Sounds like a nice side project. And somehow I feel like our present captain might be more sympathetic to visiting aquatic planets more frequently…. Dvokr chim Hok: :: Is where he is :: Hunter Matheson: ::pretending to listen to them while he listens to Cait:: Hunter Matheson: ::and he nods:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Firim'Ja> Our main settlement is underwater. So if you'll please follow us to our submersible.. Cptn Ja'Lale: Thank you, it's a most beautiful planet. Dvokr chim Hok: :: Follows :: Dyan Sylvanis: Should we go ahead and change into our swimwear? Cptn Ja'Lale: I suppose if you need to, you may go ahead and do so. My knowledge of human physiology in this type of circumstance is admittedly limited. Cptn Ja'Lale: ::not sure if they'll need swimwear, but he guessed it couldn't hurt, decides to keep wearing his uniform:: Caitlin Townshend: ::follows them to the submersible:: The oceans are so small on Vulcan, and they don’t exactly understand the purpose of "the beach" as a source of recreation. I was always excited whenever my parents took me to a planet with a beach. Hunter Matheson: So... you seldom went swimming? But isn't xenobio your area? Cptn Ja'Lale: Firim'Ja>. We have many beaches that straddle our land. Though most of the planet's infrastructure is below the water. ::steps inside the submersible, which has expansive windows of transparent aluminum:: Hunter Matheson: Or is it just land? (w) Cptn Ja'Lale: Ja'Lale> ::clambers in and takes a seat next to Firim'Ja:: Caitlin Townshend: My studies gave me the opportunity to travel to various environments. I did a few months on Andoria, another few months on Rigel V, which has a really interesting ocean ecosystem where there are trees that root into the seafloor…. Caitlin Townshend: ::now you got her started:: Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Hunter Matheson: done Caitlin Townshend: Oh good, we can make the TBS long enough that Caitlin finishes her impromptu lecture :P Hunter Matheson: heh Cptn Ja'Lale: A good time to pause I suppose... We'll pick up from here next week and head to their city. TBS will indeed be long enough for Caitlin to finish her lecture... however long that is. Cptn Ja'Lale: Any questions? Cptn Ja'Lale: If not, then sim dismissed. Have a great Canada Day or Independence Day this week, whichever you celebrate unless it's just me. See you next week.
  4. Cptn Ja'Lale: USS Challenger Mission Brief - 15 June 2018: The Challenger has rendezvoused with the USS Davenport to transfer over Captain Sivok and his crew for the rest of their way back to Earth. Captain Sivok and company had just beamed over to the Davenport and the Challenger is now ready to resume their way to the Arcadia system to meet with the Arcadians and to set up trade routes and continue to bolster their diplomatic relations. TBS was 15 minutes. Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM John Randall: ::continuing to oversee the crew in engineering, with help from Lieutenants Jeff Michaels and Susan Maloney:: Hunter Matheson: ::after a few adjustments:: Ready to depart, Captain. Cptn Ja'Lale: ::just returned back to the bridge:: Very good, let's resume our course to the Arcadia system, warp 7. Caitlin Townshend: ::on the bridge, looking much more hale having had better food since they returned to Challenger:: Hunter Matheson: ::sets course:: Course set to Arcadia system. Warp 7, aye. ::press:: John Randall: ::hears the whine of the warp engines, and knows the ship has resumed her course:: Dvokr chim Hok: :: operations :: Hunter Matheson: Should be a smooth ride, sir. Nothing in the way. ::yet:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Davenport and Challenger both jump to warp going opposite ways. Hunter Matheson: ::relaxes as soon as they are underway. Gives his back a crack against the helm chair and then he's more relaxed::: John Randall: ::suddenly raises his head up as one of the warp engines doesn't sound quite right to him; gets up and goes back to the warp core panel, listening hard all the way:: Caitlin Townshend: ::hears Matheson's back crack all the way across the bridge:: We'll need to send you in for service along with Challenger next time we're in drydock. Hunter Matheson: ::leans back, hands behind his head, smirks::: Yes, ma'am. A little oil wouldn't hurt. John Randall: ::checks the readouts on the panel and sees that the starboard warp engine is slightly out of calibration; whips out his communicator:: +Bridge+ Randall to Ja'Lale, come in, please. Cptn Ja'Lale: +Randall+ Yes? Go ahead John Randall: +Ja'Lale+ Captain, the starboard warp engine is slightly out of calibration, sir. Recommend we reduce speed to warp 5 while I have a team check it out. We should be able to adjust it without having to go EVA. Dvokr chim Hok: :: sighs :: Cptn Ja'Lale: Hmm. +Randall+ Very well then, how soon do you think you can finish? ::to Kal:: Drop us down to warp 5. Hunter Matheson: ::Leans forward:: Dropping to warp 5, aye. Hunter Matheson: ::puts on the brakes:: John Randall: +Ja'Lale+ Depends on what we find, sir. I'll have an ETA for you in five minutes. Assembling a team now, will contact you again shortly. Randall out. John Randall: ((can everyone see me this week?)) Cptn Ja'Lale: (yes) Hunter Matheson: (roger) Caitlin Townshend: ((Bright and shiny)) John Randall: ::assembles a team and goes to the glass elevator; rides to the top floor of engineering and makes his way down the corridor to the starboard nacelle:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Walks into the bridge.:: Hunter Matheson: ::and here comes that heavenly smell again:: Hunter Matheson: ::focus... focus... focus... doesn't work::: Hunter Matheson: ::slight smile:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::Continues to read up about the Arcadians on his PADD:: John Randall: ::goes over to the panel and runs a diagnostic; gets a result in seconds and punches the 'com:: +Ja'Lale+ Randall to Ja'Lale. We are in the starboard nacelle and it looks to be a coolant problem. Should have it fixed in ten minutes, sir. Cptn Ja'Lale: +Randall;+ Thanks, keep us in the loop John Randall: +Ja'Lale+ Aye, sir, starting repairs now. Randall out. ::gives out assignments to his team and they begin work:: Caitlin Townshend: ::looking over departmental reports, still trying to wrap her head around running a department:: Dyan Sylvanis: :;Slips down by Kal on her way to her seat.:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: At warp 5, we should arrive to Arcadia in about five hours time from their present location. Hunter Matheson: ::blink::deep breath:: Caitlin Townshend: ::Ja'Lale:: Anything else we need to know about the Arcadians, sir? Hunter Matheson: ::then wakes up:: ETA is 5 Hotel, Captain. Hunter Matheson: ::blush:: I mean.. 5 hours, sir. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Grins as she sits.:: Nothing on sensors. Hunter Matheson: ::aside to Syl:: (w) You really gotta not wear that... whatever it is on the bridge. ::almost pleading:: Cptn Ja'Lale: They are an associate member of the Federation right now, they were are still kind of do keep to themselves but are looking to open up. I'm not sure at this point if they want to eventually become a full-fledged member of the Federation but Starfleet is keen on exploring the possibility. John Randall: ::the team conclude their assignments and report in; John does another diagnostic and smiles as the engine is back in calibration. He punches the 'com:: +Ja'Lale+ Randall to Ja'Lale. Problem fixed, sir, you may resume warp 7 if you so choose. Engines are nominal. Randall out. Hunter Matheson: ::sets helm to warp 7, ready for the command::: Cptn Ja'Lale: Most notably, they sent a representative to Admiral Kirk's trial several years ago after the Whale Probe incident. Dyan Sylvanis: :;Smiles, whispering back.:: I don't wear anything. Hunter Matheson: ::aw sh*t::: John Randall: ::gives his team a 'well done' and they return to the main console:: Cptn Ja'Lale: +Randall+ Thank you, good job Lieutenant. Hunter Matheson: Ready for warp 7, sir. Cptn Ja'Lale: Looks like it's fixed. Take us back to warp 7, please. ::to Kal:: Hunter Matheson: Aye, sir. Going to warp 7. ::pop::: Dvokr chim Hok: :: tapping buttons :: Hunter Matheson: ETA is now 3 hotel, sir. Er... 3 hours, give or take. John Randall: ::gives Michaels the conn and goes into his office; powers up the computer and enters the job just completed:: Dvokr chim Hok: Hotel? Cptn Ja'Lale: ::Nods:: Very good. Hunter Matheson: ::turns:: Aye, sir. Hotel is the standard call for the letter H, that in this case is hours. Not sure why I shifted to that. Force of habit, I guess. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Smirks.:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::nods, would smirk if he could:: Hunter Matheson: ::leaning forward to hide the blush::: John Randall: ::thinks for a moment, then sends an e-mail to the science station on the bridge, asking Townsend if she is recovering from the Klingon mission:: Hunter Matheson: ::Syl:: (w) You don't have any of those powers, right? I mean, like... mind altering or telepathy or any of that stuff? John Randall: ((sorry about the spelling, Caitlin, will get it right next time)) Caitlin Townshend: ((Too late, we are now mortal enemies, muwahahaha)) John Randall: ((Oops)) Caitlin Townshend: ::replies to Randall that the food is definitely better, and it's nice not having to worry about getting into fights because someone is bored:: John Randall: ((Note to self: watch your six)) Cptn Ja'Lale: ::Sips on a cup of coffee:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Whispers.:: No. Just the powers that I was born with. John Randall: ::chuckles as he reads Townshend's reply:: Hunter Matheson: ::slow nod:: Gotcha. Hunter Matheson: ::settles down as much as he can:: Hunter Matheson: ::and it's not a whole lot:: Caitlin Townshend: ::notices Matheson and Sylvanis seem to be in deep conversation, enjoying the camaraderie that's present among the bridge officers and senior staff on this ship:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Should be interesting meeting with the Arcadians. They seem to be pretty similar to us Chelons, being semi-aquatic.. though they feed on plankton, it says. Hunter Matheson: ::swivels:: Sounds interesting, sir. Caitlin Townshend: Oh really? That's intriguing. Do they have settlements on both land and in the water? Cptn Ja'Lale: ((2 minutes)) Dyan Sylvanis: Shall we bring swimsuits? Hunter Matheson: Hey.. sounds like a plan. Cptn Ja'Lale: You might want to. Cptn Ja'Lale: But in all seriousness, I was told they have watercraft for mobility. Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: Great job, a nice quiet sim. Next week, we'll be arriving at Arcadia. TBS will be 3 hours as Kal eluded to. Any questions? Cptn Ja'Lale: If there's none, then sim dismissed. Have a great week everyone, goodnight.
  5. Cptn Ja'Lale: USS Challenger - Mission Brief 08 June 2018: The Challenger is now en route to the Arcadia system to meet with the Arcadians to set up some trading routes around the area and visit the planet. Before they arrive, the Challenger is to rendezvous with the USS Davenport who will pick up Captain Sivok and his crew for transport back to Earth. TBS was a day, I think. Any questions? Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The Davenport is now within long range scanner range John Randall: ::at the main console overseeing the crew in engineering:: Hunter Matheson: ::helm stuff, waiting for rendezvous and wishing that word wasn't so long:: Hunter Matheson: ::drumming his fingers on the console, bouncing to music in his head:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Davenport hails the Challenger. Dvokr chim Hok: :: at Operations :: Cptn Ja'Lale: Davenport> +Challenger+ Davenport here, we'll be in range shortly. Dyan Sylvanis: :;Steps onto the bridge and takes her seat.:: Hunter Matheson: ::glance over, smile at Syl:: Hunter Matheson: ::then back to work:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::The glance doesn't go unnoticed. She smirks as she watches her monitor.:: Cptn Ja'Lale: OK, once Davenport gets within range, we'll line up beside her. ::Hok:: Please inform security to get Captain Sivok and his crew ready for transport. Cptn Ja'Lale: I'll head down and send him off. You have the bridge, Mr. Hok. Dvokr chim Hok: :: Thinks... Operator, won't you help me place this call ..:: Hunter Matheson: Going to sublight. Cptn Ja'Lale: All right, here's good. ::to Kal:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Davenport reports that they are a few minutes away as well. Cptn Ja'Lale: Right I better get down to the transporter room. Hunter Matheson: Davenport is within range. Securing at 5,000 m Cptn Ja'Lale: ::heading down to the transporter room:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Relaxes in her seat, she glances around the bridge.:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::arrives at the transporter room, meeting up with Captain Sivok and his two crew members:: How you doing Captain? Cptn Ja'Lale: Sivok>. ::in a calm Vulcan demeanour:: As fine as can be expected, Captain. I would like to thank you and your crew for rescuing us.. as well as to the crew of the Klongat as well. Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The Constellation Class Davenport drops out of warp near Challenger. Hunter Matheson: Going to station keeping. Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Davenport moves alongside the Challenger and drops its shields. Davenport>. +Challenger+ We're ready for transport. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Checking her console.:: I wonder what Arcadia is like. Cptn Ja'Lale: Well, best of luck to you Captain Sivok. I hope our paths cross again. S>. And you too,Captain. Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Sivok gives a Vulcan hand salute and beams away onto the Davenport. Hunter Matheson: ::notes the transport is complete and prepares to depart:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::nods and heads back up to the bridge:: Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: Ok, good job despite the chat problems for some people. Cptn Ja'Lale: We'll pick up from here next week -- hopefully all the bugs will be ironed up by then.... Cptn Ja'Lale: Sim dismissed.. see you next week or on Aegis
  6. Cptn Ja'Lale: USS Challenger Mission Brief- 01 June 2018: The Challenger is now leaving Klingon space leaving behind one of the Klingon escort ships that broke down along the way. We are now approaching the Neutral Zone and are about to cross back into Federation space. TBS was 1 hour. Any questions? Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Hunter Matheson: ::doing his helm thing:: Dvokr chim Hok: :: operations :: Hunter Matheson: Approaching Neutral Zone, Captain. John Randall: ::in the CE's office, letting Michaels and Maloney supervise the crew:: Hunter Matheson: Want me to waggle the wings to the Klingons, or will they think that is a signal for war? Hunter Matheson: Or we can do... blinking lights. ::shrug:: Cptn Ja'Lale: I don't know if that would signal war to them, thought hey might think there's something wrong with the ship Hunter Matheson: ::sigh:: Yes, sir. I'll just leave it alone. Cptn Ja'Lale: Could do. Let's cross over. Hunter Matheson: Entering the NZ.. Hunter Matheson: Will enter Federation space in five. Dvokr chim Hok: (NZ wou Hunter Matheson: And... we're home, sir. Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: We're back in Federation space. Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Challenger receives a hail from Starfleet via a secure channel Dvokr chim Hok: Incoming hail... Cptn Ja'Lale: Starfleet Admiral>. +Challenger+ Welcome back, Challenger. Good job on your mission. We'd like you to proceed to the Arcadian system to help chart out shipping and trading routes with the Arcadians, an associate member of the Federation. The Davenport will meet you en route to pick up Captain Sivok and his crew. Hunter Matheson: ::look to Hok, then the cap:: Dvokr chim Hok: ;; watching the viewscreen :: Hunter Matheson: Hm... ::plotting course to Arcadia, and waiting for the okay from Davenport:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Admiral>. Goodluck, Starfleet out John Randall: ::leaves his office and wanders out into the department; sits down at a station at the main console:: Hunter Matheson: Course logged in, Captain. Your call. Cptn Ja'Lale: All right, let's proceed at warp 7. ::reading a PADD with their new orders Starfleet sent:: Hunter Matheson: Engaging at warp 7, aye. Hunter Matheson: ::checks IDS frame, then engages:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The Davenport is still pretty far out but acknowledges that they'll be meeting them within the next 24 hours. Dvokr chim Hok: :: a Dvokr chim Hok: :: allocates power :: John Randall: ::hears a whine from the warp engines, gets up from his station and goes back to the warp core station joining Lieutenant Brad Mason, who is the new chief of the warp core team:: John Randall: Mason> Hey, Chief, we just jumped to warp 7. John Randall: ::studying the readouts, nods:: Yeah, looks like it. The captain must've gotten the orders for the new mission. Cptn Ja'Lale: Interesting people the Arcadians. Hunter Matheson: ::relaxing at helm, hands over his head, cracks his back::: John Randall: ::claps Mason on the shoulder:: Keep an eye on it, Brad, I'm gonna go see if the mission e-mail has been posted. Hunter Matheson: I've heard, Captain, but never had contact. John Randall: Mason> Will do, Chief. Cptn Ja'Lale: Neither have I, but they share similarities with us Chelons in that they are semi aquatic. Hunter Matheson: Should be interesting then John Randall: ::goes back into his office and powers up the computer; asks it for the mission statement, which it displays, and reads:: Hunter Matheson: Anything else about the species? John Randall: Computer, display all known facts about the Arcadians. ::the computer complies, and he continues reading:: Dvokr chim Hok: I don't believe I know their language. Hunter Matheson: Me, either. Cptn Ja'Lale: They're an associate Federation member. I'm not sure if they are seeking full membership with the Federation, but they are interesting in establishing a trading route in their system to facilitate easy travel and trade with us. I also am unsure of their language or much of anything else about them. Cptn Ja'Lale: I do know a representative of Arcadia was present in Captain Kirk's trial in 2286. Hunter Matheson: Should be interesting, then. Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The Davenport contacts Challenger informing them that they will be arriving fairly soon. Hunter Matheson: ::pretty much relaxed at helm:: John Randall: ::the information is scant concerning the Arcadians, and he finishes the reading in a short amount of time:: Hunter Matheson: Any idea when Davenport will contact, Captain? Cptn Ja'Lale: They look interesting, almost like your porcelain dolls with their pale white faces Cptn Ja'Lale: They should contact us when they're within range of us. Once they've contacted us we'll drop out of warp and arrange transport. I spoke with Captain Sivok and he seems to be in good spirits.. as good spirits as a Vulcan can get. Hunter Matheson: ::still waiting for OPS to forward the message:: Dvokr chim Hok: :: forwarding a message :: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Davenport replies that they will be in range in a few hours at their current speed. John Randall: ::leans back in his chair, glad they're staying in Federation space for this particular mission:: Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: Good job everyone... TBS will be a few hours when the Davenport will be in range with us, any questions?
  7. Cptn Ja'Lale: USS Challenger Mission Brief - 25 May 2018. The Challenger crew has returned back to the Challenger after their mission on the Klongat. The Challenger is ready to depart as their mission on delivering medical supplies and setting up medical centres has also been completed. TBS was a day. Any questions? Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Hunter Matheson: ::settles into helm, knuckle crack, pats the console whispering sweet nothings about how much nicer she is than the Klingon ship::: Hunter Matheson: :::preflight check::: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::back on the Challenger after spending some time in First City, a shipment of fresh gagh and a few barrels of blood wine has arrived courtesy of HoD Gronk:: Dvokr chim Hok: :: At Operations :: John Randall: ::finishes his breakfast in the officers' mess, dumps the remains of the meal in the recycler, and exits the mess; strides to the turbolift and steps into the car as it arrives:: Deck 12. Dvokr chim Hok: So, we need to eat the gagh soon, who's interested? Hunter Matheson: ::dead stop, slow turn, blink::: Cptn Ja'Lale: I'll probably partake in some. I liked it. John Randall: ::arrives at his destination and exits the car; goes along the corridor to engineering and enters:: Hunter Matheson: ::Hok:: I'm good, thanks. Have quals when I get back to base so I need to watch the weight. Hunter Matheson: ::then he looks down and realizes that, yeah.. he really needs to watch it:: Hunter Matheson: Preflight check complete, Captain. We're ready to roll as soon as we get the word from below. John Randall: ::acknowledges the "welcome backs" from the crew and gets an update from the delta shift supervisor Lieutenant Steve Davis:: Dvokr chim Hok: Perhaps it's just the Captain and I. Cptn Ja'Lale: Great. Hunter Matheson: ::yeah, he thinks that's a good idea:: Hunter Matheson: ::slight bounce at the console with a little air drumming::: John Randall: ::goes into his office and sits down at the computer; a few minutes later he completes the updates and goes to the main console:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Once we're ready, we're to proceed back to Federation space, our Klingon escorts will again guide us back. We'll get our new marching orders once we cross the border. Hunter Matheson: Aye, aye, Captain. Dvokr chim Hok: Do they worry for our safety or worry we will make a run into their space? Hunter Matheson: ::glances to Syl wondering why she's so quiet:: John Randall: ::checks to see that everyone is at their posts and stations, then sits down at the console himself, ready for the return to Federation space:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The Klingon escort ships arrive. The last of the supplies are loaded in Challenger's cargo bay and they are ready to depart. Hunter Matheson: ::waiting for the okay from below::: John Randall: +Bridge+ Randall to bridge, come in, please. Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Bridge receives the all clear. Hunter Matheson: ::cool:::rubs his hands together, itching to get her running:: Cptn Ja'Lale: +Randall+ Go ahead John Randall: +Bridge+ Randall to anyone who's listening; engines are prepped and ready. Engineering out. Cptn Ja'Lale: Let's depart once ready. Mr Hok, send a message to our escorts that we're ready to go. Cptn Ja'Lale: +Randall+ 10-4. Hunter Matheson: ::powerup, checks status::: Hunter Matheson: Joining our escort at a quarter impulse. Hunter Matheson: ::falls in line:: Dvokr chim Hok: :: Comms the escorts that Challenger is departing :: John Randall: ::gets up from the console and takes a turn around engineering, surveying the crew:: Dvokr chim Hok: They replied acknowledgement Hunter Matheson: ::Hok:: Ask for a vector, please, sir. John Randall: ::is glad to be finally underway:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Escort> ::sends Challenger their departure vectors, the three BOPs power up:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Enters the bridge, going to her station.:: Hunter Matheson: ::tappitytap:: Strap in. This might become a race through space if I know the Klingons. And they'll be laughing all the way. John Randall: ::Lieutenant Jeff Michaels reports in and goes over to John:: Michaels> Welcome back, pal. Did you enjoy your tour with the Klingons? Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The escort ships depart Kronos with Challenger close behind Dyan Sylvanis: ::Frowns as she looks at her console.:: John Randall: ::gives his friend a wry look:: If I don't see them again for a while, it'll be none too soon for me. Hunter Matheson: ::cruisin::: Dvokr chim Hok: ((sorry, missed the vector Victor)) John Randall: Michaels> ::laughs and claps him on the shoulder:: Exactly the answer I expected, boss. And I don't blame ya. So, we got anything special goin' on? Hunter Matheson: ::glance to Syl:: Everything okay? Hunter Matheson: ::seeing her frown:: Cptn Ja'Lale: :::reclines in his seat, would be glad once they head back to Federation space:: John Randall: That will depend on our escorts, I believe. Should be business as usual. John Randall: Michaels> Suits me, boss. I'll start my tour. ::grins and leaves:: Hunter Matheson: ::checking her out:: Syl? You okay? Dvokr chim Hok: :: Turns to look at Sylvanis :: Hunter Matheson: Like.. is something outta wack? Dyan Sylvanis: ::Looks over.:: yeah...Just wishing I had some disruptors to play with. :;Grins.:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: One of the escort vessels falls out of formation and grinds to a halt. Hunter Matheson: ::slight eye roll along with a little grin:: Yes, ma'am. Hunter Matheson: Whoa... hold on. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Blinks as she sees it too.:: John Randall: ::watches him go, then smiles and goes into his office, leaving Michaels and Lieutenant Susan Maloney in charge of the crew:: Hunter Matheson: Evasive maneuvers... Dyan Sylvanis: One of the escorts fell out of formation. Cptn Ja'Lale: What's going on there? Hunter Matheson: ::Lets out a breath, wondering what happened:: Hunter Matheson: Well, sir... almost took out a disabled Klingon escort ship. John Randall: ::powers up the computer and checks to see if there is a mission statement posted yet; finds none, and leans back in his chair:: Cptn Ja'Lale: It's a good thing we missed. Would hate to get in an accident with the KLingons Dvokr chim Hok: Open a channel to that escort Captain? Cptn Ja'Lale: Yes, open a channel. See if they need help or something. John Randall: ::devoutly hopes the Challenger doesn't need to return to Klingon space anytime soon:: Dvokr chim Hok: +Full Stop Klingon vessel+ This is Challenger. May we render assistance? Cptn Ja'Lale: Escort Ship>. +Challenger+ Thank you, but no. We'll be towed back to Kronos for repairs. Continue to follow the other escort ships. Hunter Matheson: ::tap..taptap:: On course, Captain. Dvokr chim Hok: +Escort+ Acknowledged. Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: We'’re almost out of Klingon space. John Randall: ::pulls up a star chart on the computer and is relieved to see that the ship is nearly to the Neutral Zone:: Hunter Matheson: ::lets out a breath as he continues to concentrate, hoping another doesn't drop out:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The Challenger is back in Federation Space Cptn Ja'Lale: 2 minutes John Randall: ::the ship is now back in Fed space and John lets out a huge sigh of relief:: Hunter Matheson: We are in Federation space, Captain. Cptn Ja'Lale: Excellent. ::his console beeps:: We have our new coordinates. Set a course to a bearing of 080 mark 120, at warp 8. Hunter Matheson: Setting course zero eight zero mark one two zero, aye. Hunter Matheson: Engaging warp 8 at your command. John Randall: ::wonders what the next mission will be:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Engage. Hunter Matheson: ::engages::: Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: Nice job... we're onto our next mission. Wherever that is. TBS will be 2 days. Any questions? Cptn Ja'Lale: If not, then sim dismissed. Have a great week and a good long weekend.
  8. Cptn Ja'Lale: USS Challenger Mission Brief - 18 May 2018: The Klongat and fleet are victorious in defeating the rebel Klingons and the Federation crew they've captured have been rescued. The crew are hopefully recovered from the previous day's festivities and the ship is now returning back to Kronos. We start as the Klongat is approaching Kronos. The rest of the fleet since going their own separate ways to whatever missions they were on. TBS was a day.. any questions? Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Hunter Matheson: ::doing the helm thing:: Hunter Matheson: ::working the board:: Approaching Kronos, Captain. Dvokr chim Hok: :: Has a massive headache :: Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk>. ::relaxing in the captain's chair, still in a jovial mood:: Very well, drop us out of warp. Hunter Matheson: Aye, sir. Dropping from warp. John Randall: ::working at the warp core console by himself:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Kronos can again be seen, with the Challenger still orbiting over the central landmass. Hunter Matheson: ::pretty much upset stomach from the gagh, but other than that, the grog took care of sterilizing everything that went down::: Cptn Ja'Lale: Ja'Lale>. ::rather enjoyed the Klingon food.. some of it was pretty similar to Chelon food:: John Randall: ::Marek comes over to Randall:: Marek> We are home, Lieutenant, and our mission was a success. You should be happy. Dvokr chim Hok: :: Looks at the forward view display :: John Randall: ::looks at Marek:: I'll be happy when I'm back aboard my ship, Jonpin, with all due respect. John Randall: Marek> ::cocks his head at Randall:: You really don't like being around our kind, do you? Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk> We'll be landing at our base outside of the capitol so we can affect repairs and restock and such. ::to Kal:: Switch wing configuration to landing and take us in. You should have landing coordinates on your console. ::looks to a warrior, who transits the base's coordinates:: Dvokr chim Hok: :: speaks up :: I believe in time we all could. No doubt you would find life aboard the Challenger...err, challenging. Hunter Matheson: Aye, sir. Moving to landing mode. John Randall: ::nails Marek with an ice-blue glare:: Some more than others, Jonpin. You I could work with. Others of your kind, not so much. I'm sure you feel the same about species in the Federation. Hunter Matheson: ::catching the coords:: Locked in, sir. Moving on down. Dvokr chim Hok: :: Figures Tellarites may be the closest things to Klingons :: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The Klongat enters Kronos' atmosphere and into a somewhat hilly area on the outskirts of First City. Hunter Matheson: ::the feeling of power he gets flying this baby - minus the smell - takes hold of him, and he starts to sing an old earth song quietly, bouncing to the music::: John Randall: Marek> ::nods thoughtfully:: That is true, Lieutenant. However, I can say you are a very competent officer, and I have respect for you. I have a feeling you could be a fierce warrior if you so desired. That is why I respect you. I hope that, for the most part, you have enjoyed your stay with us. Hunter Matheson: (w) I...I.. I.. I... I... I got a feelin'.... that you're in love with me.... ::bounce bounce::: John Randall: ::nods back to the Klingon:: Yes, I have, Marek. Thank you for your assistance during this mission. Dvokr chim Hok: The terrain of Q'onoS is a bit like Tellar. Hunter Matheson: ::smirks:: Takin' her in, sir John Randall: Marek> Farewell, Lieutenant John Randall, chief engineer of the Federation battlecruiser Challenger. I will remember you with honor. 'Qapla! Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The base is in a secluded area nestled amongst some grassy hills, the base's landing pads can be seen now, Dyan Sylvanis: ::Eyeing Kal, smiling.:: You're going to miss it, aren't you? Hunter Matheson: ::smooth and easy::: Yes, ma'am. ::wink:: Sure am. Hunter Matheson: She's a sweet ride. Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk>. Retract landing pads and set us down John Randall: ::gives Marek the Klingon salute:: Farewell, Jonpin Marek. I will remember you with honor as well. Dvokr chim Hok: :: Preparing to disembark :: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Nods.:: They are certainly not bad, that's for sure. John Randall: ::leaves engineering and makes his way to the cabin allotted for the Challenger crew to collect his gear:: Hunter Matheson: :::doing his thing::: Wheels down. Thank you for flying Klingon Air! Watch your step as you disembark. Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk> Thank you.. let me say on behalf of my crew it was honour to serve amongst you. Perhaps our paths will cross again in the future. Until then, q'apia! John Randall: ::decides to stay in the cabin until he hears from the captain:: Hunter Matheson: ::stands to give Gronk a smart salute::: Hope so, sir. Dvokr chim Hok: :: Waits with the others :: Cptn Ja'Lale: Ja'Lale> Thank you captain Gronk. Likewise, it was a pleasure to work with you as well. ::salutes:: Well, Challenger crew this is where we make our exit. Gather your belongings and meet in the hangar. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Gets up from her station, walking with Kal.:: I think I might miss the food a little bit. And the drunken singing. Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk> ::informs the crew that they're free to disembark the ship:: Hunter Matheson: Heh.... think I will, too. ::grabs his gear from the locker::: Sure is good to have something different... exciting. ::he stops to think a minute:: not that we don't have excitement on Challenger. John Randall: ::hears the announcement over the 'com that the Challenger crew is to meet in the hangar; heaves a big sigh of relief and makes his way there:: Hunter Matheson: ::face to face with Syl:: Did I just jinx us? Dyan Sylvanis: ::Grins as she grabs her bag.:: True....and you probably did. John Randall: ::arrives at the hangar, waits for the others:: Hunter Matheson: ::screwed up expression:: Just don't tell the others, k? Cptn Ja'Lale: Ja'Lale> ::heads to his quarters to grab his gear after bidding farewell to HoD Gronk, heads to the hangar::\ Hunter Matheson: ::shudders::: All I can think of is a cold shower with a scrub brush. Dyan Sylvanis: I'll try not to. ::smirks.:: Hunter Matheson: ::sigh:: Thanks John Randall: ::nods to Ja'Lale as he/it enters:: Captain, good to see you. Cptn Ja'Lale: ::Nods to Randall:: Lieutenant. Good to see you too. I trust things went well in engineering? John Randall: ::sighs:: As well as could be expected, sir, but I'm ready to go home, with all due respect. Hunter Matheson: So... :::as he moves with her:: Guess we get a taste of their home world now? Hunter Matheson: I mean... uh.. not literally. Hunter Matheson: Stomach's still growling from last time. Cptn Ja'Lale: Yes, you're free to beam back to the Challenger if you wish, but we also have time for some leave in the First City if you wish to explore it. Hunter Matheson: ::looks around to the others::: Cptn Ja'Lale: I need to see where the Challenger is in their construction efforts, but last I heard they were wrapping things up but not quite finished yet. John Randall: ::nods:: I appreciate the offer, Captain, but, truth be told, I've had my fill of Klingons for a while. I'll be going to the ship. Cptn Ja'Lale: That's understandable. I won't blame you. Dyan Sylvanis: I definitely am looking forward to it. Especially the shower part. John Randall: Thank you, sir. Dvokr chim Hok: I would not wish to rush repairs Hunter Matheson: Challenger it is, then. Hunter Matheson: ::sniffs his uniform::: Cptn Ja'Lale: You can beam back down to the city afterwards of course, but I too am looking forward to getting back to the ship. John Randall: ::whispers to Matheson:: And not soon enough for me. Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The crew is beamed back to the Challenger Cptn Ja'Lale: (5 minutes) John Randall: ::sighs in relief as he materalizes in the transporter room:: Hunter Matheson: ::nod to Randall:: I think it's pretty bad when you smell like a Klingon and don't notice it. John Randall: ::grins:: You said a mouthful, Sergeant. I'm heading straight for a long, hot shower. Hunter Matheson: ::stops to study the looks that the workers are giving them::: Hunter Matheson: ::Randall:: Yeah... I think I'd better do that, too. Dvokr chim Hok: :: sniffs :: The air is different. Cptn Ja'Lale: ::nods to the crew and then heads to his quarters to unpack and freshen up:: Hunter Matheson: ::glance askance at Syl, then to Hok:: It's clean. John Randall: ::exits the transporter room and heads for the turbolift; steps into the car as it arrives:: Deck 3. Dyan Sylvanis: Definitely has a better smell to it. John Randall: ::the lift arrives and he exits the car; strides to his cabin and walks in as the doors swoosh open:: Hunter Matheson: ::Holds the lift for her:: Dyan Sylvanis: But on that note... ::Heading for the Marine deck showers.:: John Randall: ::deposits his bag on the sofa, strips off his uniform, and runs to the head; activates the shower and steps in, moaning softly in relief:: Hunter Matheson: ::and watches Syl call out MARDEK in the lift::: Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Hunter Matheson: ::not sure if he should smile or run:: Hunter Matheson: done John Randall: ::paused:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Ok, great job everyone.. that does it for that plot. TBS will be 12 hours, by which time we'll be ready to leave and move onto our next plot. Any questions? Hunter Matheson: we get to shower first? Cptn Ja'Lale: yes, I would hope so John Randall: I'm there already Hunter Matheson: is it a court martial offense if I don't? Dvokr chim Hok: Showers will be fixed on Thursday. Hunter Matheson: ::hok:: Sweet. Cptn Ja'Lale: Depends.. or at least dirty looks from your fellow crew John Randall: and burning my uniform Hunter Matheson: Hey... gotta have fun sometime Hunter Matheson: I know a guy that had to do that once Cptn Ja'Lale: lol. Have a great week everyone.. sim dismissed!
  9. Cptn Ja'Lale: USS Challenger Mission Brief - 11 May 2018: The Klongat and its fleet have arrived at the rogue base, and successfully rescued the Federation hostages they've captured and the Klingons have served justice by killing them all. The mood is joyous as the fleet prepare to depart back to Qo'noS. TBS was 15 minutes. Any questions? Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Caitlin Townshend: ::still a little nervous because "joyous" Klingon moods can be just as deadly as … well, fighty ones:: Hunter Matheson: ::at Klongat's helm, trying to wrap his brain around the slaughter ‘cause its bringing back memories he'd really like to forget:: Hunter Matheson: ::sober expression, just doin his job:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Like watching happy Klingons. They are better than angry Klingons.:: John Randall: ::keeping a wary eye on the Klingons in engineering; they seem to be a little too happy for his taste:: Dvokr chim Hok: :: NOT drinking :: Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk> ::feeling quite happy:: You humans did all right. Maybe one day our races will fight side by side. We'll be having a celebration in the mess to celebrate our victory. You're all invited to come if you like. Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk>. Well, humans, and Tellarites and... turtles. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Chuckles as she stands. She puts a hand on Kal's shoulder.:: Want to come? Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk>. Well. ::to Kal:: Set a course back to Kronos at warp 7. Hunter Matheson: ::blinks, turns:: Un... sure. Hunter Matheson: Aye, sir. ::Gronk:: Course set to Kronos. Engaging warp 7. Dvokr chim Hok: I am a comm officer. Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Stock shot of the Klongat changing its wing configuration to cruise and jumping to warp.. Hunter Matheson: Set to automatic, Captain? Hunter Matheson: ::still not used to the HoD thing:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk> Yes, please. Hunter Matheson: Aye, sir. Set to auto. ::presses, then looks to Syl. kind of::: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Grins.:: Glad you decided to go, cause if they try to get me to drink bloodwine, there may be trouble. Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk>. ::speaks to the cook in the mess who informs him everything is ready:: Mr. Hok, please inform the ship that they may proceed to the mess. Hunter Matheson: ::soberly:: I hear ya Hunter Matheson: ::as he follows along:: There were times when all there was to eat were worms, plants, bugs... you name it... Hunter Matheson: (w) not exactly what I want right now Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk & Ja'Lale> ::gets up to head to the mess:: Dvokr chim Hok: :: Taps the comm :: The victory feast is now available in the mess hall. Kapla! Caitlin Townshend: ::follows along to the mess:: John Randall: Marek> ::looks over to John:: Lieutenant, would you like to go to the victory meal? Hunter Matheson: ::out of the corner of his eye he spots Townshend and she doesn't look too relaxed:: Hunter Matheson: ::he falls back:: (q) you okay, ma'am? Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The crew enter the mess hall. There's a generous selection of gagh, some green stuff, war nog, blood wine, and gagh... both served raw and cooked for the puny humans. Dyan Sylvanis: Oh I don't mind the food. You know my history with alcohol. Hunter Matheson: ::nod to Syl:: John Randall: ::looks over to Marek:: All right, Jonpin, as long as I can eat Federation food. Your cuisine does not agree with my stomach, and I don't want to hear any crap about puny humans. Hunter Matheson: :::then stifles a smirk remembering a lot of times when alcohol livened things up:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The Challenger crew are invited to sit at the captain's table, with heaping servings of the aforementioned food and drink. John Randall: Marek> You can eat what you want, Lieutenant; I do not care. John Randall: ::nods:: Very well, I accept. ::They make their way to the mess hall:: Dvokr chim Hok: I am not sure how much blood wine I can drink Dyan Sylvanis: ((If a certain Major was around, there would probably be lots of drinking and at least one big brawl. )) Hunter Matheson: (I hear ya) Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk> We even burnt the targ for you humans to suit your palette. I am told it tastes somewhat like pork, or boar. Caitlin Townshend: ::sits down at the table next to Hok:: Does blood wine contain … actual blood? John Randall: ::Marek joins his comrades at the table, Randall goes over to the food replicator and makes himself a Federation meal:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Grabs some fresh gagh and a little bit of the other more "fresh" items, then grabs a seat.:: Hunter Matheson: ::leans toward Caitlin:: (w) best not to ask that one John Randall: ::One of the Klingons sees Randall's plate and starts to make a remark; John pins him with a steely glare:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Ja'Lale> ::Drinks some blood wine and eats some gagh:: Mm, not bad. Hunter Matheson: ::takes a little of everything just to be polite and takes a seat::: Dvokr chim Hok: Last time I did this I got a bit sick. Hunter Matheson: :::slurps the gagh like spaghetti:: John Randall: ::Sits at an empty nearby table and eats his meal, keeping an eye on the Klingons as well as his shipmates:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The warriors start breaking out in old Klingon opera songs, which sounds like someone is squashing a cat Hunter Matheson: ::wince:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Grins at Kal, glad he's going right for it. Also starts eating.:: John Randall: ::narrows his eyes at the singing:: John Randall: ((or lack thereof)) Hunter Matheson: ::slurps the warnog like a Klingon:: John Randall: ::grateful for his anonymity; so far, no one has challenged him for not sitting with the others; to him, there's not much room left:: Dyan Sylvanis: I've heard people talk about old Klingon music, but never heard it in person. Hunter Matheson: ::Syl:: you know - this is a whole lot better than pulling on your dress blues and sitting like you have a stick up your a... uh... on your back. Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Some of the Klingons are starting to fight each other, but as per orders is leaving the Challenger crew alone -- for the timbering. Cptn Ja'Lale: time being* Dvokr chim Hok: :: Sips and winces :: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Smiles.:: Absolutely Hunter Matheson: ::checking out Townshend, wondering if she's okay::: John Randall: ::watches the Klingons fighting with narrowed eyes:: Hunter Matheson: ::she doesn't look too happy::: John Randall: ::his hand hovers near his dagger:: Hunter Matheson: (asking for trouble there, Randall) Cptn Ja'Lale: (Indeed) John Randall: ((bring it on, I've fought a Klingon before)) Caitlin Townshend: ::picking at her food, actually not minding the singing:: Hunter Matheson: ::leaning toward Townshend:: There's a replicator over there, ma'am, if you'd rather. Hunter Matheson: (not exactly my point, Randall) John Randall: (just sayin') Hunter Matheson: (same here) John Randall: ::continues to watch the battling Klingons:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Ja'Lale>. Yes, I see that John has done the same. Though I wonder how Klingon replicated food tastes? Hunter Matheson: ::Townshend:: I'll get you some if you want. Dyan Sylvanis: Reminds me of a couple of bar fights I've seen. Quite the interesting atmosphere. Hunter Matheson: ::back to Syl, snorts:: not exactly the word I would pick John Randall: Marek> ::finishes eating and looks around for John; spots him and goes over to him:: Lieutenant, you seem a little on edge. Are you all right? Caitlin Townshend: ::Hunter:: I think I need to … experience this … if I've any hope of surviving this place. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Smiles at Caitlin.:: We have your back. John Randall: ::gives Marek a savage smile:: Any time I see Klingons fighting, I get a little.....edgy. Hunter Matheson: ::nods:: Yes, ma'am. It's not bad if you're starving, but if you're not.... ::shrugs:: up to you. Hunter Matheson: And... ::nod to Syl:: ditto on that one John Randall: Marek> I see. I suppose I would be if I were in your shoes. No harm will come to you, Lieutenant, you have my word on that. Cptn Ja'Lale: Ja'Lale> It's part of the job on a Klingon ship.. that's how promotions happen. Hunter Matheson: ::one eye on the happy crowd as he slurps the gagh wrapped in whatever leaf that is and follows it with warnog:: John Randall: ::nods to Marek:: Thank you, Jonpin, I can take care of myself, but your assistance is welcome. Dvokr chim Hok: :: The amount of cleavage does not go unnoticed by poor Hok, who has had a bit too much :: John Randall: ::Marek nods, wondering what Randall meant by that:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Ja'Lale> ::tries some of the targ:: John Randall: ::trying not to let on that he has fought a Klingon before:: Caitlin Townshend: ::to her credit, tries a bit of everything, finding most of it not to her liking but picking away nonetheless:: John Randall: ::winces as one of the battling Klingons takes a rather nasty hit:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Is enjoying the singing and food. She notices the fight winding down.:: Hunter Matheson: ::not quite enjoying the singing, but the food's not half bad.. until he chokes and coughs::: Hunter Matheson: ::downs more warnog:: Damn thing bit me on the way down. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Pats Kal on the back.:: You alright? Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The victorious Klingon has managed to keep his position. Until the next fight. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Grins.:: Hunter Matheson: Yeah... ::cough:: nothing like fighting back when you're being eaten. John Randall: Marek> ::points to Randall's plate:: What was that you were eating, Lieutenant? Cptn Ja'Lale: Ja'Lale>. ::enjoying the Klingon food... maybe it had something to do with his Rigellian palette:: John Randall: ::smiles:: It's called fried chicken and mashed potatoes. Hunter Matheson: ::syl::: not even up to date on my vaccinations. ::headshake:: John Randall: Marek> I....see. Is one a meat and the other a....what do you call them....vegetable? Dyan Sylvanis: ::laughs.:: Well when we seem to have a revolving door on Medical, people kind of slip through the cracks. Hunter Matheson: ::snort:: got that right John Randall: ::smiles again:: Very good, Jonpin; you are correct on both counts. Hunter Matheson: remind me next time to be sure I'm up to date before we do any Klingon ops. John Randall: ::relieved that the fighting has diminished:: Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: Good job, people. We'll arrive back at Kronos next week.. TBS will be a day to get over your hangovers or indigestion. Any questions? Cptn Ja'Lale: Goodnight everyone -- have a great week.
  10. Cptn Ja'Lale: Mission Brief - 27 Apr 2018: The Klongat and its fleet was converging to the location of the rogue Klingon base which where a Federation crew was held hostage.The fleet was engaging a barrage of fighters coming from the base. The fleet was about to advance towards the base's location. Hunter Matheson: Got a question, Skipper Hunter Matheson: Klongat is on rear guard, right? Cptn Ja'Lale: Yes Cptn Ja'Lale: Sorry.. phone call Cptn Ja'Lale: TBS was zero. Any more questions? Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Hunter Matheson: ::doing the helm thing:: Dvokr chim Hok: :: ar comms :: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The fleet is breaking through the fighters' line of advance and heading towards the base. Hunter Matheson: ::change course, following the lead:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk>. Their numbers seem to be dwindling. Looks like they've exhausted their fighters, but an animal is most dangerous when cornered, so be cautious. I'd also like to start to form a boarding party once we've broken through their shields. Dyan Sylvanis: ::On weapons.:: Dvokr chim Hok: :: Never likes these battles as the are a leading cause of death :: Caitlin Townshend: ::oh great, a boarding party:: Hunter Matheson: ::focus on course, entering several evasives and an exit vector while he's at it::: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: There doesn't seem to be much more resistance as most of the fighter crafts from the base are now either destroyed or disabled. Dvokr chim Hok: Boarding party? John Randall: ::watches the Klingons in engineering with a wary eye, as he thinks the Klingons are enjoying the battle a bit too much for his liking; his hand stays near his phaser:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Checking.:: Most of the fighters have been eliminated. Cptn Ja'Lale: Not all of us would have to join it, just the security people I think. Dvokr chim Hok: I could argue them to death Cptn Ja'Lale: Scary Hunter Matheson: ::snort at Hok's comment, but still focused:: Hunter Matheson: Sounds like a plan, Captain. They'd be so confused... ::headshake:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::most of the boarding party will be Klingon, maybe some security people.. feel free to NPC a character or use your own:: Dyan Sylvanis: I'll volunteer for the boarding party when we arrive. Hunter Matheson: Chief BadRad> ::cracks his knuckles, ready to roll:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk> Very good Caitlin Townshend: ::will stick on the bridge, where she is less likely to be … you know:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: With no more resistance from the fighters, the fleet makes easy work of the base's shields. Away teams should be congregating to the transporters. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Stands.:: I'll take my leave then? Cptn Ja'Lale: I'll go as well. Gronk>. Yes, good luck to you. John Randall: ::Marek, grinning at something said to him by one of his shipmates, looks over to Randall, and instantly changes expression as he notices the posture and the demeanor of the Challenger's chief engineer, who has been in hand-to-hand combat with a Klingon before:: Dvokr chim Hok: Kronk> :: Gets on the transporter :: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Walks out with the Captain.:: You realize we'll both be huge targets, even among the other Fleeters. We kind of stand out more. ::Him being a big turtle, and her attire.:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Yes, I agree. We'll need to keep out wits about us. Still, it's not often I get to go on missions like these. Hunter Matheson: Chief BadRad> ::loaded for bear steps on the transporter:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::exits the lift and checks his disruptor:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Smirks.:: Happy hunting then. ::Checks her pistols and blade.:: Hunter Matheson: (wait... we get disruptors?) Cptn Ja'Lale: (Klingon disruptors) Dyan Sylvanis: ::Joins the others on the pad.:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::joins the team of about a dozen officers and warriors on the pad:: John Randall: Marek> ::strides toward John but stops a few feet away as he notices Randall's expression:: Lieutenant, is something wrong? Caitlin Townshend: I've located an optimal beam-in point, sir. Hunter Matheson: Chief BadRad> ::checking out the load at Syl's waist, wondering how good she is with it:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk> Excellent, let's beam in there. Dvokr chim Hok: Kronk> :: Itching to go :: Hunter Matheson: Chief BadRad> ::more than ready:: John Randall: ::nods, his eyes constantly moving:: There is a dangerous atmosphere in this room, Jonpin. Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk> Relay the coordinates to the transporter room. Hunter Matheson: Relaying coordinates. Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Once the coordinates are received, the AT transports to the base.. please use @ for the base. John Randall: Marek> What do you mean, Lieutenant? Hunter Matheson: @ Chief BadRad> ::sets perimeter immediately, scanning the area for hostiles:: Dyan Sylvanis: @ ::Arrives and draws both of her pistols.:: Hunter Matheson: @ Chief BadRad> ::gonna follow Syl's lead since she's senior:: John Randall: The crew seem to be enjoying themselves a bit too much for my taste. They have their blood up, do they not? Cptn Ja'Lale: @ ::follows Dyan as well as the other Klingon warriors:: Dyan Sylvanis: @ ::Stays close to the walls and other objects as she moves.:: Cptn Ja'Lale: @ACTION: For those using a scanner, the three Federation life signs are nearby. Gunfire can also be heard around them. John Randall: Marek> ::nods:: That they do, but you are in no danger here; we are allies for this mission. Hunter Matheson: @ Chief BadRad> ::stacks up behind Syl, a few others behind him, and some scanning the opposite wall::: Caitlin Townshend: ::monitoring the AT:: Dvokr chim Hok: @ Kronk > :: With the team :: Dyan Sylvanis: @ ::Comes to a door, waiting for a breach.:: Hunter Matheson: (that ok to have extra on the sec team?) John Randall: ::one of the other Klingons comes over to join Marek:: Kavlak> Is there a problem with the Federation man, Jonpin? Cptn Ja'Lale: (Yeah, sure) Dvokr chim Hok: @ Kronk > :: Weapon pointed at the door:: John Randall: Marek> Our enthusiasm seems to bother him some, he is nervous. Hunter Matheson: @ Chief BadRad> ::taps Syl and makes a sign that he can breach:: Dyan Sylvanis: @ ::Nods.:: Cptn Ja'Lale: @Menk>. You Federation people should go rescue your own. They are not too far away from here. We'll split up and go for the base commander and his crew, Come along, Kronk. Let me know if you need any more of my men to assist. Hunter Matheson: @ Chief BadRad> ::steps around her, secures his position, counts down, and with his breach gun, fires:: Hunter Matheson: @ Chief BadRad> ::covers the far side as the air clears::: John Randall: Kavlak> ::looks at Randall:: Do not worry, Starfleet man. We have been ordered to work with you, and we follow orders. Cptn Ja'Lale: @ACTION: The Federation crew is kept in a holding area not far away, while the base commander and some of his officers are in the base's command centre in the upper deck. Dvokr chim Hok: @ Kronk> :: simply nods :: Dyan Sylvanis: @ ::Moves in and secures cover.:: Hunter Matheson: @ Chief BadRad> ::steps for left sweep:: Clear. Cptn Ja'Lale: @Goodluck, Lieutenant. Menk> And to you as well.. John Randall: ::Nods at Kavlak:: That's good to know, but you'll understand if I don't relax my guard. What would you do if you were on my ship in my situation? Dyan Sylvanis: @ Clear. ::Moves towards the next area.:: Cptn Ja'Lale: @ACTION: BadRad, Dyan, Ja'Lale and a few warriors head to the holding area while Menk, Kronk and the rest of the Klingons separate to get the base commander, joined with warriors from the other ships. Hunter Matheson: @ Chief BadRad> ::does that thing::: Cptn Ja'Lale: @ACTION: Both teams are supplemented by warriors from the other ships. John Randall: Kavlak> ::nods:: I understand, Starfleet man. No harm will come to you. I will make sure of it. ::turns to Marek:: With your permission, Jonpin. Hunter Matheson: :hates the wait but he's pretty good at it:: Dyan Sylvanis: @ ::Moves into the holding area after BadRad.:: Cptn Ja'Lale: @ ::follows along, shooting at the base warriors as they go:: John Randall: Marek> ::nods:: Watch after him, Kavlak. ::to Randall:: You are in no danger, Lieutenant. But I understand your feelings. Kavlak will watch over you. You can trust him. Caitlin Townshend: I'm having trouble maintaining a lock on the team as they penetrate deeper into the complex. Dyan Sylvanis: @ ::Shoots a couple guards.:: Secure the hostages. Hunter Matheson: ::turns toward the El Tee:: John Randall: ::nods at Marek:: All right, Jonpin. I will continue here at my post. Cptn Ja'Lale: @::Captain Sivok and two of his crew member stoically look up, once his cell is opened.:: Sivok> It is nice to see you all here. ::in his calm Vulcan expression:: Cptn Ja'Lale: (2 minutes) Hunter Matheson: @ Chief BadRad> ::following Syl, taking out a few, then grabs the hostages, assuring them that we are friendlies:: John Randall: Marek> Very good, Lieutenant. ::nods at Kavlak and returns to his station; Kavlak goes to a station near Randall:: Hunter Matheson: @ Chief BadRad> ::directs the corpsman to check 'em out:: Cptn Ja'Lale: @ ::to Sivok:: Good seeing you captain. n Great job. Let's prepare for transport. Hunter Matheson: @ Chief BadRad> ::corpsman gives a thumbs up:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: @The Federation team is beamed back to the Klongat with Captain Sivok and his crew. Dvokr chim Hok: @ Kronk > :: Guarding around :: Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: Great job everyone... we'll continue from there next week.. no TBS. Any questions? Hunter Matheson: none Dyan Sylvanis: nope Dvokr chim Hok: I have lots of questions... until next week Cptn Ja'Lale: IF there's nothing else, sim dismissed. Have a great week everyone. And goodnight
  11. Congratulations to USS Manticore on its 20th Anniversary! Still going strong!
  12. Cptn Ja'Lale: Mission Brief - 13 Apr 2018 : A fleet of ships are coming in to provide support for the crew of the Klongat to attack the rogue Klingon base they found,. the fleet consist of two large K'Tingas and five birds of prey including the Klongat. All ships have formed up and are ready to head back to the base, Cptn Ja'Lale: TbS was 25 minutes I think.. no, he's not been around lately lool Cptn Ja'Lale: Any questions? Hunter Matheson: We're holding position, right? Caitlin Townshend: Wiley is behind this Caitlin Townshend: I'm sure of it Cptn Ja'Lale: Maybe he is :ninja: Hunter Matheson: ::snort:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Yes, we are. Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIMN Dyan Sylvanis: ((hiya afk a sec)) John Randall: ::at his post in engineering:: Hunter Matheson: (hey syl) Hunter Matheson: ::at helm, stationkeeping:: Cptn Ja'Lale: (hey) Cptn Ja'Lale: ::stands behind the captain at the XO's station, helping to coordinate with the fleet:: Hunter Matheson: ::still checking the console to be sure he has the right stuff to get us outta dodge if we need to:: Caitlin Townshend: All ships in the fleet are in position. Hunter Matheson: ::without turning:: Helm ready. Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk> Excellent. Signal the fleet that we're ready to depart, and get their readiness statuses. ::to Dover:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::Dvokr:: Dvokr chim Hok: :: Listening in at his post :: Dvokr chim Hok: Signaled... Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The ships begin to respond back that they're ready as well. Dvokr chim Hok: :: Notes :: All are ready Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk> Inform the crew to prepare for battle ::to Hok:: Set a course back to the base, please ::to Kal:: Engage at impulse. Caitlin Townshend: ::still trying to adjust to the idea that this has turned into some kind of strike mission:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk> It should hopefully be a glorious one. Caitlin Townshend: ::she's a science officer, not an assault coordinator!:: Hunter Matheson: ::getting vibes from Townshend::: Hunter Matheson: ::nervous, antsy, can't blame her:: Hunter Matheson: ::glorious. right:: Hunter Matheson: Engaged at impulse (back when he asked) Cptn Ja'Lale: Ja'Lale>. ::also unsure how this will proceed, hopes they come back in one piece:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Sitting at the weapons console, ready to go. Might be a little too excited to finally fire the disruptors.:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The Klongat and the rest of the fleet heads out back into the asteroid field Hunter Matheson: ::suddenly realizes he doesn't know Klingon battle tactics...oops::: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: I'm sure you'll learn quick enough... time passes and they are quickly approaching the location of the base, still under cloak. John Randall: ::helping watch the engines as the ship takes off; realizes the Klingons are grimly silent in his department, feels like they are anticipating a battle, and the vibes are strong:: Hunter Matheson: ::moving with the force:: Dvokr chim Hok: We have not been detected. Hunter Matheson: ::Syl, quiet:: Anything on the radar so far? Dyan Sylvanis: ((Haha and the Battle in the Mutara Nebula just came on.)) Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk>. Its only a matter of time before they detect us, stay vigilant. Cptn Ja'Lale: (lol, that's awesome) Dyan Sylvanis: ::Shakes head.:: Nope, but I wish it would. Is it showing that I really want to play with this console? Dyan Sylvanis: ::Innocent smile.:: Hunter Matheson: Uh... actually, yeah. It is. Hunter Matheson: But that's a good thing cause it means we're well protected. ::half grin as he maneuvers through the field:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Several fighter ships can now be detected and are quickly coming their way Dyan Sylvanis: ::Gets blips.:: Incoming fighters. Hunter Matheson: Tell me when and where, and you got it. Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk> Ahh, it starts. Take them out and continue the advance. Hunter Matheson: (tell me we're not in the lead) Cptn Ja'Lale: (heh, nope we are not). Hunter Matheson: (good to know) Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The lead vessels open fire at the fighters, however more fighters are quickly on their way from he base. Dyan Sylvanis: Aye. ::Nods to Kal.:: Attack speed, if you please. ::Brings up weapons, targeting the fighters.:: Hunter Matheson: Attack speed, aye. Hunter Matheson: Tell me where you need to maneuver and you got it. Hunter Matheson: ::bridge and anyone else who cares:: Strap in if you can. Dyan Sylvanis: Opening fire. ::Begins raining disruptor fire, anticipating where the fighters would turn if they were her.:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk>Battle conditions! ::Red alert:: John Randall: ::Marek comes over to Randall's station:: Marek> Make sure to route power to the disruptors, Lieutenant Randall. We are about to engage the enemy. Caitlin Townshend: ::grits her teeth:: Dvokr chim Hok: (Thought of a line from Family Guy Star Wars) Dvokr chim Hok: Where exactly do we strap in? John Randall: Very good, Jonpin. ::watches his monitor more closely:: Hunter Matheson: ::weaving through just about everything:: Any way you can! ::Hok:: Cptn Ja'Lale: I don't think Klingon ships have seatbelts John Randall: ::wonders how Marek knew they were going into battle:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::coordinating the attacks, working with the other ships in the fleet:: Hunter Matheson: (I'm assuming that Hok sounded red) Cptn Ja'Lale: (Yes) Hunter Matheson: ::Syl:: Watch that one at your 3 o'clock!! ::moves to maneuver:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: A few fighters open fire and hit the Klongat, rocking them. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Fires back Dvokr chim Hok: :: Sounded red, sure he did in all this chaos :: Hunter Matheson: Good shooting. Glad you're on our side. ::sweeps to port:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Grins:: Hunter Matheson: Get ready for a dive in 3.... Hunter Matheson: ::bolts through a group of hostiles:: Hunter Matheson: Have fun, Syl! Dyan Sylvanis: ::Takes her time and fires when she gets openings.:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Two fighters are destroyed and another one is disabled in their dive move Hunter Matheson: ::pulls out to let someone else have fun:: Hunter Matheson: ::not really - he just doesn't like what he's seeing::: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The more manoeuvrable BOPs work on taking out the fighters while the bigger K'Tingas continue on towards the base Hunter Matheson: ::workworkwork:: Cptn Ja'Lale: (2 minutes) Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: With the combination of the fleet of ships, they continue towards the base which has now decloaked to allow the fighters to launch, revealing a small outpost on an asteroid,. Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Hunter Matheson: done Cptn Ja'Lale: Great job -- almost there. TBS will be none. Any questions? Cptn Ja'Lale: Great job everyone. Sim dismissed.. see you next week
  13. Cptn Ja'Lale: USS Challenger Mission Brief - 23 March 2018: The Klongat is in the asteroid field and has detected a high amount of energy nearby. Unfortunately, due to the interference communications is impossible. It doesn't look like the base has detected them yet or is choosing not to react as there's no sign of activity from the base. Cptn Ja'Lale: TBS was zero. Any questions? Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Hunter Matheson: ::doing the helm thing:: Dvokr chim Hok: :: At comms :: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Sitting next to Kal.:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk>. It would be foolish to try to attack the base on our own. Let us head back to open space to call for reinforcements. Hunter Matheson: ::lets out a breath, thinking that this guy knows when he needs support::: Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk> ::Kal and Hok:: Set a course back to open space, once you have communications send a secure message on this channel for reinforcements. Dvokr chim Hok: :: Nods :: Hunter Matheson: Aye, sir. ::looks to Hok:: Hunter Matheson: (can't remember if helm does the config or ops does it) Cptn Ja'Lale: (in this era, I think helm.) Hunter Matheson: (copy that... doing the config thing) Cptn Ja'Lale: (not 100% sure on that) Hunter Matheson: Course laid in, Captain. Doing a 180 at your command. Hunter Matheson: ::gotta remember the HoD thing, too::: Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk>. ::nods:: Engage. Hunter Matheson: Engaging. ::taptap::: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The Klongat spins around as if its on a piece of string and heads back through the asteroid field Hunter Matheson: Setting speed at 3/4 impulse to evade the dirt, HoD. Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk> ::nods:: Very good, proceed. Hunter Matheson: ::weaving through the asteroid field, avoiding the dirt and other junk that litters the area::: Hunter Matheson: ::absently, to Syl:: Think they'd have a litter law here. ::points out the scrap iron they just passed::: Probably from an explosion? Someone they didn't like, or maybe they just missed the corridor and hit an asteroid? Hunter Matheson: ::second thought, to Syl:: Think you can keep us away from hitting anything like that, like with a warning, maybe? Cptn Ja'Lale: Ja'Lale> Perhaps another ship? I wonder what that's from? Hunter Matheson: Hey... ::crooked grin:: Maybe pot shot it outta the way. Hunter Matheson: ::turns:: Could be, sir. Dvokr chim Hok: :: Awaiting a channel :: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Shrugs.:: It might be perimeter defenses. Then again it could be someone who had a mishap with an asteroid. Hunter Matheson: Perimeter defenses. ::chews on that a min:: You been seeing them on the way in? Cptn Ja'Lale: Perhaps.. Hunter Matheson: ::would say that he didn't, but he's not going there::: Dyan Sylvanis: Nope, but then again we are cloaked. Hunter Matheson: ::slow nod:: Right. Forgot that. We can see them but they can't see us. Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: We're mostly out of the asteroid field and communications are back online. Hunter Matheson: ::HoD:: Should be clear of the field in about five, sir. Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk>. ::nods:: Dvokr chim Hok: Sending out reinforcement message... Hunter Matheson: Exiting the field, sir. Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Reinforcement message was sent, several responses were received and they're on their way. Dvokr chim Hok: We have gotten several responses. Seems help is not far away. Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk> Indeed, we have captains loyal to our cause nearby. Dyan Sylvanis: It's always nice to have a few blood oaths. Hunter Matheson: Um.. yeah. And an armada. Dyan Sylvanis: That too. ::Grins.:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The first ships start to converge on the KLongat's location, five BOPs and two large K'Tingas are approaching nearby. Hunter Matheson: ::low whistle:: Dvokr chim Hok: Help is here. Hunter Matheson: Yeah... it sure is. Cptn Ja'Lale: Great. Hunter Matheson: Almost looks like overkill, but it works for me. Hunter Matheson: ::holding position:: Dvokr chim Hok: :: Sees more Klingon icons on the screen :: Cptn Ja'Lale: We don't know how large that base is. Gronk>. Once the fleet arrives, we'll head back to the energy signature. Let us prepare for battle Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: Great, we'll pick up when the rest of the fleet arrives and go back to kick some Rogue Klingon butt. TBS will be 2 hours. Cptn Ja'Lale: Any questions? Cptn Ja'Lale: We won't play next week due to the holiday. We'll pick up in two weeks. Cptn Ja'Lale: Goodnight folks and have a good week
  14. 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
  15. 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.