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  1. 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!
  2. 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.
  3. 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
  4. Congratulations to USS Manticore on its 20th Anniversary! Still going strong!
  5. 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
  6. 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
  7. 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
  8. 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.
  9. Cptn Ja'Lale: USS Challenger Mission Brief - 23 Feb 2018: The Klongat is approaching an area of Klingon space where intel reports is the base of operations of the rogue group that they're after. The ship is still at warp and hopefully we're getting more familiar with the ship and its controls. TBS was 24 hours Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Dvokr chim Hok: :: Having fun at the communications station :: Hunter Matheson: ::messing with helm:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::standing at the XO station behind the captain's chair monitoring all systems:: John Randall: ::getting a little more familiar with the Klingon symbols for the various stations, something that seems to bother Marek, he thinks:: Caitlin Townshend: ::on the bridge, starting to feel pretty comfortable with her duties, and with the smell, less comfortable with the queasiness from the food:: Hunter Matheson: ::starts bouncing and humming cause he's standing and he's decided it's a pretty cool station:: Caitlin Townshend: ::despite Randall's wizardry, the food still tasted … off:: Dvokr chim Hok: The lighting on Klingon vessels are always so dark. Hunter Matheson: ::glance over, shrugs:: Helm's lit up. Guess that's all I need. John Randall:(Klingon components are not exactly up to Fed standards, unfortunately ) Cptn Ja'Lale: It's quite red Hunter Matheson: I figure as long as I can see... ::shrugs again, resumes his hum:: Dvokr chim Hok: Makes it easier to see. John Randall: Marek> ::comes up beside Randall as John works at a console:: You have learned well, Lieutenant. Caitlin Townshend: ::conducting long-range scans, but the Klongat’s sensors are more limited at warp than she is used to:: John Randall: ::turns to him:: Thank you, Jonpin. I have had a good teacher. ::nods to the Klingon:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk> Are we approaching our coordinates? If so, drop us out of warp Hunter Matheson: Aye, sir. Dropping from warp on three.. two... dropping. John Randall: ::Marek nods back, but John thinks he sees something in the Klingon's eyes as he turns away:: Hunter Matheson: ::takes a look at what they call a viewscreen and doesn't see much:: John Randall: ::continues to work at his station, but watches the room from the corners of his eyes:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Lots of empty space and asteroids Hunter Matheson: ::feels watched:: Dvokr chim Hok: :: Looks at the viewscreen :: Hunter Matheson: ::freaky:: Caitlin Townshend: ((Wait, didn’t we see this episode a few weeks ago?)) Caitlin Townshend: ((I swear this is the same matte painting.)) Hunter Matheson: (knew it looked familiar) Cptn Ja'Lale: (Always the same backdrop, gotta save money) Hunter Matheson: (yeah... right) John Randall: ((Paramount onto us about costs again... *smh*)) Hunter Matheson: ::so lots of empty space and asteroids, so he goes back to checking out helm, thinking about improvements, revisions, maybe adding some color... taking this idea to Challenger maybe:: Dyan Sylvanis: ((hiya)) Hunter Matheson: (hey Syl!) Caitlin Townshend: I'm not detecting anything yet. Caitlin Townshend: ::adjust sensors, gives the console a little thump:: John Randall: ::wonders how long it will be before the ship' John Randall: sensors will spot anything:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: There seems to be something in the asteroid field. Hunter Matheson: ::Town:: We're supposed to detect something? ::snap:: Oh... right. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Had been quietly sitting at her station.:; Hunter Matheson: ::leans over to Syl:: so how come you get a chair and I don't? Dvokr chim Hok: :: manipulates sensors :: Caitlin Townshend: Wait, I'm getting some kind of energy reading. Hunter Matheson: ::perks up:: Caitlin Townshend: It's hard to make out what it is, because aside from the energy reading, its profile is very similar to the asteroids. Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk> Where does it originate? Caitlin Townshend: But I can pinpoint it. Putting it on the tactical display. ::brings it up on the screen:: Caitlin Townshend: I think it's some kind of debris field. Artificial stuff mixed in with asteroids. Good way to hide a base… too many sensor echoes to spot the actual station. Hunter Matheson: Debris, as in explosion type? Dyan Sylvanis: ::Smirks.:: Part of the job? Hunter Matheson: ::gives her *that* look:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk> Let us focus our search there. Hunter Matheson: ::waiting for the change course order:: Dvokr chim Hok: Do we need to cloak? Caitlin Townshend: ::Hunter:: More like deliberately placed there Hunter Matheson: ::looks at Town, thinks a min, then thinks a little more and nods:: John Randall: ::continues to work at his station, not exactly uncomfortable, but is pretty sure he's being watched:: Hunter Matheson: ::waiting for Gronk's order, he begins to hum a little, refreshing his memory about how this thing maneuvers and all that:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk>. Let's head there, set a course Hunter Matheson: (don't remember - I do the course, or Syl, or Hok or..?) Dyan Sylvanis: ((nope, you.)) Dyan Sylvanis: ((I just shoot things.)) Hunter Matheson: (cool) Hunter Matheson: Course laid in, Skip.... uh... Ho'D. Hunter Matheson: On your mark Cptn Ja'Lale: gronk> Engage Hunter Matheson: ::Engages:: John Randall: ((My God, Jim, where are we?)) John Randall: ((sorry, had a flashback to Star Trek IV)) Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The Klongat reaches its coordinates at the asteroids, ship is surrounded by large asteroids of various sizes Dvokr chim Hok: :: Uneasy :: Hunter Matheson: ::maneuvering is not cool:: Hang on. It's getting dicey. Cptn Ja'Lale: (heh) Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: High energy readings can be detected somewhere in the asteroids Hunter Matheson: (was just trying to remember ST IV) Cptn Ja'Lale: (There be whales here!) Caitlin Townshend: The energy readings are spiking. Caitlin Townshend: ::feeds the data to helm to tweak navigation:: Hunter Matheson: ::catches the data, adjusts:: Dvokr chim Hok: The readings are scattered... Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: Great job... we're in the middle of an asteroid field following energy readings. TBS will be 20 minutes.. any questions? Cptn Ja'Lale: OK.. sim dismissed and goodnight. See you next week
  10. Cptn Ja'Lale: USS Challenger Mission Brief - 16 Feb 2018: The Challenger crew aboard the IKS Klongat have been travelling in Klingon space for the past day towards coordinates believed to be the location of a band of rogue Klingon mercenaries that have kidnapped three Starfleet members. The Challenger crew are familiarizing themselves with the Klongat and its systems to a degree where they can operate the ship properly. We begin as the Klongat is approaching these coordinates. TBS was 1 day. Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Hunter Matheson: ::getting the crash course in helming the bird without crashing:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::At tactical, familiarizing herself with the layout.:: Cptn Ja'Lale: HoD Gronk>. ::watching the view screen and glances at Ja'Lale at the XO terminal:: We're nearing the coordinates. ::to Kal:: Drop us out of warp. ::the Klongat is also currently cloaked:: Hunter Matheson: Aye, sir. Dropping from warp. ::hunts for the button, hoping he presses the right one:: John Randall: ::beginning to get a bit familiar with the Klingon letters and symbols for the various stations in engineering, which he suspects Marek is not that happy about:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Klongat has dropped from warp successfully. Hunter Matheson: ::sigh of relief:: Hunter Matheson: ::eyes cross from focusing on all this new stuff:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk>. Good good. Let's begin our sensor sweep. ::to Dyan and cardboard Caitlyn:: Mr Hok, keep an eye on communications channels. Dvokr chim Hok: :: Watching the icons the Klingon uses with interest :: Dvokr chim Hok: :: Nods :: Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk> ½ impulse speed ::to Kal:: Keep us in a steady pattern optimal for scanning. John Randall: ::Marek comes up beside Randall at the warp core station:: Marek> You have performed well, Lieutenant Randall. ::but his eyebrows come together as he speaks:: Hunter Matheson: 1/2 impulse, aye. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Makes a sensor sweep.:: Hunter Matheson: ::steady, he says... steady... right::: John Randall: ::to Marek:: Thank you, Jonpin Marek. I continue to learn. ::turns his face away from Marek and smiles a hard smile to himself:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The area is remote, with a cluster of asteroids, gaseous analogies and some small planets nearby, all of which could potentially harbour the rogue base. Cptn Ja'Lale: anomalies* stupid autocorrect Dvokr chim Hok: (Rocks, gas and bigger rocks) Cptn Ja'Lale: (essentially, yes) John Randall: ((was kinda worried about those "gaseous analogies", lol)) Hunter Matheson: (dunno.. thought analogies sounded pretty cool) Cptn Ja'Lale: (lol) Dyan Sylvanis: ::Glances to Kal.:: Looks like we have a lot of searching to do. John Randall: ::continues to use his tricorder as he works at the warp core panel; also realizing some of the other Klingons in the department don't like him as much as Marek seems to:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Likes having Tactical by Helm.:: Hunter Matheson: ::blinks, glancing toward her:: Uh.. yeah. Sorry.. I'm pretty absorbed in ignoring the Klingon characters and just memorizing buttons. Hunter Matheson: ::ditto on the placement as he flicks a crooked grin:: John Randall: ::keeping watch out of the corner of his eye at a certain Klingon who hasn't bothered hiding his suspicion of Randall:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Grins:: Don't let the symbols fool you. Most key placements are similar to your old console. Cptn Ja'Lale: Ja'Lale>. Dyan is right on that. I suppose some things are just universal. Hunter Matheson: (w) I kinda noticed that, but ::waves a hand over the console:: the characters are so cool, yanno? Dvokr chim Hok: :: Scanning for signals :: Cptn Ja'Lale: Ja'Lale>.Its only too bad we didn't have time to configure the computers to English, like the HMS Bounty Kirk and co. had Dyan Sylvanis: ::Looks back to the center chair.:: There is a lot in this system that could potentially hold our target. We may have a long search ahead of us. Hunter Matheson: ::shru:: Kinda like that. ::turns to the skipper, louder:: Aye, sir, on the universal thing. Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk>. I'd expected as much. No matter, we'll upturn every corner to find these p'taqs Dyan Sylvanis: ::Nods.:: Hunter Matheson: Not so sure of the... whoa... :::avoids an asteroid or two::: HMS Bounty, though. John Randall: ::turns his head slightly a few moments later and sees the suspicious Klingon locked in an intense whispered confab with Marek:: Hunter Matheson: ::figures it's time to pay attention to his helming instead of the kickass fighter pilot next to him:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Scans indicate a few of the planets nearby are inhabited; mostly either farming colonies or mining operations John Randall: ::decides to force the issue, approaches the two Klingons and raises his voice:: Excuse me, Jonpin Marek. Dvokr chim Hok: :: Scanning those locations for signals :: Dyan Sylvanis: There are colonies on the nearby planets. If I were wanting to avoid detection, I would not want to be there. Probably somewhere more remote. John Randall: Klingon> ::whirls and snarls at Randall:: Keep your distance, Federation---- ::is suddenly grabbed hard by the shoulder and is turned sharply toward Marek, who glares at him:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk>. ::nods:: I agree. There isn't much strategic advantages to these planets either. ::settles into his seat:: John Randall: Marek> You will address a superior with the proper respect, Kregg! He outranks you! Dyan Sylvanis: I recommend searching the nearby moons or large asteroids first. John Randall: ::the Klingon subsides, but keeps a venomous glare trained on Randall:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk>. Very well, begin prioritization of those areas. Hunter Matheson: ::syl:: Just tell me where to aim this thing. John Randall: ::looks at the Klingon as he speaks to Marek:: I would like to take a short break, Jonpin. Do I have your permission? Dyan Sylvanis: ::Picks a couple targets, showing them to Kal.:: John Randall: Marek> ::nods:: Of course, Lieutenant. I would not be gone long, however. Hunter Matheson: ::thumbs up:: Permission to change course to zero five three, HoD Gronk? Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk>. Granted. John Randall: ::nods:: I will return shortly, Jonpin. ::exits engineering and rides the lift to the deck housing their assigned quarters; goes in and sits down on his bunk, letting out a long sigh:: Hunter Matheson: Changing course to zero five three. :::slight adjustment, headed toward T1:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The ship noses towards the coordinates.. John Randall: ::takes out his communicator and flips it open:: +Ja'Lale+ Randall to Ja'Lale, come in, please. Hunter Matheson: ::nose..nose..nose::: Cptn Ja'Lale: Ja'Lale> +Randall+ YEs? Ja'Lale here Hunter Matheson: On approach to Tango 1, small moon, maintaining the same orbital distance. John Randall: +Ja'Lale+ Just wanted to give you a quick tip, sir. There is a Klingon in engineering who hasn't exactly warmed up to me. I fear it could lead to a physical altercation. Just keeping you informed. Hunter Matheson: ::getting a feel for the bird, feeling pretty good about it::: Cptn Ja'Lale: +Randall+ Very well, keep your wits about you. The Klingons aren't supposed to engage in combat with you, but that doesn't mean they won't try. Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: Great job everyone... TBS Will be 30 minutes. We'll still be scanning and headed towards our new coordinates.
  11. Cptn Ja'Lale: USS Challenger Mission Brief - 9 Feb 2018: The senior staff of the Challenger are joining the Klingon crew of the IKS Klongat, a B'Rel Class Bird of Prey on a mission to rescue a captured Starfleet crew and their captor, a rogue Klingon who is wanted by the Empire. After making their intros to the Klingons, the Klongat is ready to depart. TBS was 1 hour. Cptn Ja'Lale: Any questions? Dvokr chim Hok: Yes Cptn Ja'Lale: Yes? Dvokr chim Hok: Bird of Prey's are small craft comparatively, so how large is the crew we are rescuing Cptn Ja'Lale: About 3-4 Hunter Matheson: I have one Cptn Ja'Lale: Go ahead Hunter Matheson: Do we do anything besides sit and watch? John Randall: How about we get started and find out? Cptn Ja'Lale: Yes, you'll be helping crew the ship since they've lost crew after their last mission.. the ship was undermanned and we've been volun-told to help replace them. Hunter Matheson: Copy. Going to be an interesting ride. Cptn Ja'Lale: All right, if there's nothing else.. Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM John Randall: ::at his post in engineering beside Marek:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::finishes his meal in the mess hall, and is up on the bridge at the Xo's terminal:: Hunter Matheson: ::standing by the helmsman, watching the navigation cycle and absorbing as much as he can but it's pretty hard cause the guy is using KlingFed speak::: Hunter Matheson: ::so the UT isn't all that great as an interpreter:: John Randall: ((by the way, there is a converted replicator in the mess hall)) Hunter Matheson: (thanks. good to know) Cptn Ja'Lale: (yes, correct) Caitlin Townshend: ::has made her way to the bridge, trying to figure out the unfamiliar controls:: Hunter Matheson: ::then he starts in on other bridge controls and Kal gets the gist, but not really:: Hunter Matheson: ::let's say he gets most of it... kinda::: John Randall: Marek> Feel free to use your recording device for the translations, human. John Randall: ::to Marek:: Thanks, I will do that. Dvokr chim Hok: Isn't this thrilling? Caitlin Townshend: ::still can't tell when Hok is serious or sarcastic:: Caitlin Townshend: ::Hok:: It's… fascinating? Hunter Matheson: ::glances toward Townshend every so often to see how she's doing, but for the most part he's getting the feel of the ship:: Dvokr chim Hok: Yes. I am surrounded not people who speak standard all of the time, but to be immersed into a language such as Klingonese... Dvokr chim Hok: I listen to everyone and how they speak, even you Caitlin. Cptn Ja'Lale: Captain Gronk>. Let us begin departure protocols. Set a course for these coordinates at warp 7. ::sends a course to a remote area in the northern outreaches of Klingon space:: According to our Intel, this is where the p'taq rogue leader and his group are. Caitlin Townshend: Ah, I know what you mean. It does seem like an interesting language, from what I've been able to understand so far. Unfortunately my study of languages tends more to be … academic rather than practical. John Randall: Marek> H'oD Gronk should be ready to break orbit about now. John Randall: ::to Marek:: Acknowledged, jonpin. Dvokr chim Hok: :: to the Captain :: How old is the intel Captain? Hunter Matheson: :::focus on engine sounds, ease of maneuver, helm command response::: Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk>. Intel was from last week or two. So fairly current; Dvokr chim Hok: I should look at a map and plot possible routes presuming their max rate of travel. Hunter Matheson: ::watching bridge crew as they respond and interact::: John Randall: Marek> The H'oD has ordered warp 7. Can you compute the proper ratio for the intermix, Lieutenant Randall of Starfleet? Caitlin Townshend: ::Hok:: Here, let me see if I can pull up the sensor readings we already have … ::frowns, concentrating:: Uh, I think that's it. John Randall: ::to Marek:: I shall attempt it, Jonpin Marek. ::pushes buttons on his tricorder:: Dvokr chim Hok: :: Looks over a map, in Klingon :: Ah, the written language... Dvokr chim Hok: :: pours over the display :: John Randall: ::after a few moments, nods to Marek, shows him his readout on the tricorder:: What do you think of this, Jonpin? Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk>. Prepare for departure. I would like to get going as soon as possible. John Randall: Marek> ::nods in approval:: Very good, Lieutenant, you are remarkably close. I would suggest this adjustment. ::rattles off an equation, which Randall feeds into his tricorder:: Now, that is a good result. Lay in the mixture, Lieutenant Randall. Dvokr chim Hok: Caitlin, I could teach you some Klingon. John Randall: ::nods and, referring often to his tricorder, lets his fingers run over the panel in front of him; he finishes and Marek looks at the readout and nods in approval:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk> Let's see how well you'll take to our systems. Change wing configuration to cruise and take us out ::to Kal:: Hunter Matheson: ::blink:: Sir? John Randall: Marek> Now, let me educate you on our convertors, Lieutenant. Caitlin Townshend: ::brings up the sensor display, long range on one panel and short range on the other:: Hunter Matheson: Due respect, I wouldn't trust me to man a ship that I've never rated on, sir. It puts the crew in a dangerous position, sir. Hunter Matheson: ::the Klingon helmsman gives him such a smack on the back that he almost flies over the helm console::: Hunter Matheson: ::smack, gasp:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Steps onto the bridge, looking around before she finds her console.:: John Randall: ::to Marek:: I am ready, Jonpin. ::Marek nods and takes Randall to the rear of the engineering compartment, where the converters are located. Marek begins teaching Randall on the intimacies of the matter/antimatter flow, Klingon style:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk> Ahh. I see. Very well, observe Lt Shran and how he pilots. Perhaps you'll learn to catch on. ::smirks a bit as the helmsman smacks him:: Hunter Matheson: ::then in his Klingon/Federation mix of words says something like you can do it, and relaxes as the skipper changes his mind::: Hunter Matheson: ::brings himself upright:: Yes, sir. Dvokr chim Hok: I would argue with my fellow Klingons here, but I am not too keen on their settlement methods Cptn Ja'Lale: Shran>. ::not the Andorian one from Enterprise, but an unrelated Klingon one, takes the Klongat slowly out of orbit and towards open space, an outside shot of the Klongat lowering its wings to the central cruise config and then quickly jumps to warp, as it passes by the Challenger. John Randall: Marek> ::shaking his head:: I am in amazement of your ability to learn our technology, human. Maybe you're learning a bit too well. I am not sure how much I want you to learn. ::his eyebrows come together as he stares at Randall:: Hunter Matheson: ::figures that he's pretty lucky to get one that that has a sense of humor::: John Randall: ::to Marek:: I would ask you to teach me only what I need to know, Klingon. And, if you were on my ship, I'm sure I would have the same thoughts you do at this time. ::stares boldly at the burly Klingon:: Hunter Matheson: ::pretty darn impressed at the maneuverability of the bird:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk> She does manoeuvre well in space, but not so much in land as your Captain Kirk would attest, yes? Cptn Ja'Lale: He would if he were still alive, I'd imagine. ::Checks things from the tactical console:: Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: Great.. TBS will be about a day.. We'll be arriving at the system where the rogues are keeping Sivok and his crew. Any questions? Cptn Ja'Lale: If not, sim dismissed... have a great week everyone
  12. Cptn Ja'Lale: USS Challenger Mission Brief - 2 Feb 2018: The Challenger senior crew (ie all of us) have been assigned to a covert mission to a. rescue a missing crew from a rogue Klingon faction. The crew are travelling to a remote stretch of Klingon space on board the IKS Klongat, a B'Rel Class Bird of Prey supplied by an influential house with a blood feud with the leader Cptn Ja'Lale: Crews are now ready to beam aboard the Klongat. TBS was 12 hours... any questions? Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM John Randall: ::in the transporter room poised on the dais, ready to beam over:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::steps on the pad as well:: John Randall: ::armed with his phaser and a four inch dagger clipped to his belt:: Cptn Ja'Lale: All right, hope you've all packed and didn't forget anything Cptn Ja'Lale: +Klongat+. Ja'Lale to Klongat.. we're ready for transport Dyan Sylvanis: ::Is geared up and ready. :: John Randall: ::hopes the Klingon Krenn doesn't have any relatives onboard the Klingon ship:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Everyone is beamed aboard the Klongat. Caitlin Townshend: ::materializes aboard a Klingon ship for the first time, looks around:: Caitlin Townshend: ::smells... around:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: They are met by several burly looking Klingons. The larger one in the centre smiled.. John Randall: ::looks around the rather dimly lit room:: John Randall: ::instantly goes on guard as he sees the welcoming party:: Hunter Matheson: (Just got in) Dvokr chim Hok: :: Can't wait to speak Klingon :: Cptn Ja'Lale: Klingon> Ahh! Welcome aboard the Klongat. I'm Captain Gronk, of the House Tar'Mok. John Randall: ::waits to see how the Klingons respond to Ja'Lale:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Thanks Captain. Cptn Ja'Lale: ::introduces himself and his crew:: Hunter Matheson: ::sticking close to Townshend, as promised::: Caitlin Townshend: ::trying hard not to telegraph her nervousness, shifts the strap on her shoulder bag:: Dvokr chim Hok: bel 'e' 'eH tlhIngan Duj, tIj John Randall: ::watches the Klingons warily:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Smirks.:: Hunter Matheson: ::blink:: Hunter Matheson: ::knows Syl can take care of herself and then some:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk & the KLingons> ::regard Ja'Lale with curiosity:: ::to Hok:: Not bad... Dvokr chim Hok: pongwIj 'oH dvokr, tuq hok :: entends hand :: Dvokr chim Hok: I do speak it Captain, at least one of their dialects Cptn Ja'Lale: That's good... I'm sure it'll prove useful. John Randall: ::lets his hand rest on the butt of his phaser:: Dvokr chim Hok: (Glad that was the phaser) John Randall: ((could have been the dagger, but don't want to start a fight.......yet)) Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk>. It's good that your familiar with our language. I should expect as much from the communications officers. You'll all serve aboard this sip in equivalent positions as yours on the Challenger. Captain, you'll serve as my XO for this mission. My previous one was lucky enough to reach Sto-Vo-Kor in our last mission... Hunter Matheson: ::standing his ground, taking in everything he can::: Caitlin Townshend: ::Matheson:: (q) "Sto-Vo-Kor"? Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk> We'll give you the proper training to use our systems. John Randall: ::keeps a poker face as he listens to the Klingon:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Quietly to Caitlin.:: It's where honorable warriors go when they die. Hunter Matheson: ::his eyes glance in her direction:: (q) More like hell, but they like it. Caitlin Townshend: Fascinating. Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk> In the meantime, feel free to settle in. Crewman Sharg here ::gestures to a young looking Klingon man:: Will escort you to your accommodations... though it's certainly not as cushy as your Federation luxury liner. Hunter Matheson: ::Syl:: You sticking with her? ::refers to Townshend:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk>. We don't have much in the way of leisure activities, but you can grab a meal in the mess with the crew or hone your skills in the sparring areas in the ship. John Randall: ::thinks to himself, 'With their military budget, they could build better ships':: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Nods to Kal.:: I imagine we'll be bunked together. Dvokr chim Hok: I am hungry Cap... first officer Ja'Lale Cptn Ja'Lale: Can head to the mess and see what they have on menu? I'm keen to try some of the food they have. Hunter Matheson: (q) If bunk is the right word. I'm pretty sure they put you on a slab. Hunter Matheson: ::Hands Syl a sack of MREs and energy bars so they can get through:: Dvokr chim Hok: If live food is your thing...sure Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk> Indeed, I recommend the targ and the warnog. We'll be getting underway shortly. If you need me, I'll be in the bridge. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Grins.:: Just think of it like camping...on a really...really hard surface. Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk>. ::heads off:: Hunter Matheson: ::eyeroll:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::To Gronk.:: Uh Captain. I trust with Federation officers on board, the standard Klingon promotion traditions will not be in play? John Randall: ::resolves to change a food replicator to Federation Standard meals first chance he gets:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Gronk> ::stops:: Yes, since your temporary here, that's right. You all have your places, the crew knows this, and our ranking hierarchy won't apply for you. Dvokr chim Hok: :: Goes to the mess :: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Nods.:: Excellent. Cptn Ja'Lale: ::also heads to the mess:: Dyan Sylvanis: :;After he leaves.:: Another reason I told everyone to bring a blade. John Randall: steps forward and addresses the Klingons:: Which one of you is the engineer? Caitlin Townshend: Shall we see for ourselves how dire this food is? Dyan Sylvanis: ::Sighs in relief.:: At least we don't have to worry about subordinates trying to kill us for our jobs now. Hunter Matheson: ::Sharg:: Think we can drop our gear first, before we head to the mess? Dyan Sylvanis: ::Nods.:: I'm up for trying to food. Dyan Sylvanis: *the Hunter Matheson: ::nods to Syl:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Marek>. That would be me, I'm the chief engineering officer Marek. You're the Federation engineer? ::to Randall:: Hunter Matheson: ::following the food chain:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Sharg> Yes, this way. ::guides them to their quarters, a bunch of Klingon bunk beds assembled together in a small room:: You'll all be staying together. Hunter Matheson: ::figures they must be pretty hungry::: John Randall: ::Marek:: That's correct. Are you on a dinner break, or can you take me to engineering now? I'd like to get started learning your terminology and technology. Cptn Ja'Lale: Marek> We can go whenever you want. I would like to get back to engineering anyway. John Randall: ::nods:: That suits me. ::tosses his duffel bag on a nearby bunk:: I'm ready when you are. Cptn Ja'Lale: Marek> Mm. Let's go then. ::heads to engineering, expecting Randall to follow:: John Randall: ::falls in behind the Klingon, his eyes darting everywhere, taking in his surroundings:: Caitlin Townshend: ::enters the mess with the others:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Ja'Lale>. ::drops off his stuff in the XO's quarters before returning with the others to head to the mess:: Hunter Matheson: :::enters last::: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::A bunch of Klingons look up at the Federation crew, especially at the giant green turtle:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Claims a slab, putting her stuff on it.:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Then follows everyone to the mess hall.:: John Randall: ::arrives with Marek in engineering, looks around the department, taking it all in, and ignoring the looks he gets from other Klingons:: Caitlin Townshend: ::looks over the food options, pondering which looks the … most vegetarian:: Dvokr chim Hok: :: Looks for the food Cptn Ja'Lale: Marek>. ::leads Randall into the Klongat's engineering section on deck 4, and spanning two decks Cptn Ja'Lale: :: Hunter Matheson: ::smells like he's back in the swamps, just like the good ol' days::: Hunter Matheson: :::riiight:: John Randall: ::to Marek:: All right, Marek, do you have a rank? Mine is Lieutenant. How should I address you? Cptn Ja'Lale: ::On offer today is targ, gagh and warnog, with some leafy looking vegetables of some sort:: Hunter Matheson: ::checkin out the food, he takes what's dead already::: Hunter Matheson: ::and something that doesn't smell all that bad::: Hunter Matheson: ::and he could sure use a cold one right about now::: Caitlin Townshend: ::takes the leafy vegetables:: John Randall: ::looks over the Klingon equipment while he waits for an answer:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Marek>I'm the jonpln, my rank would also be comparable to lieutenant Caitlin Townshend: ::is about to ask the Klingons at a table if the seat is taken but then remembers some of the briefing and just sits down:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Grabs a plate, putting a little of everything on it.:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::Grabs a plate of gagh and a piece of targ and some warnog:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::the Klingons scooch over and give the Federation crew some room at the table:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Takes a seat.:: Hunter Matheson: ::slips into a seat where he can keep an eye on things::: John Randall: ::nods at him:: Very well, Jonpin. How about we start with the basic stuff first? ::pulls out his tricorder, which makes Marek flinch at first, but then recognizes the Federation gadget and relaxes:: Hunter Matheson: (Are there UTs in this era?) Dyan Sylvanis: ((yeah. They had them in ToS.)) Cptn Ja'Lale: Marek>. Over here, is the warp engine controls.. ;:gestures to a largish terminal near the two-storey tall twin warp engines emitting a yellowish glow, over there is impulse control and the system controlling the cloak is over there. Cptn Ja'Lale: (Correct) Hunter Matheson: (sweet) Cptn Ja'Lale: (The Haynes Bird of Prey manual I bought from Amazon is really proving handy now ) John Randall: ::follows Marek as he points out the various controls, getting it all on his tricorder:: Hunter Matheson: (good to know) Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Dyan Sylvanis: ::paused:: John Randall: ::paused:: Hunter Matheson: ::done:: Dvokr chim Hok: :: paused mid bite :: Dyan Sylvanis: I was about to take a big handful of gagh too. lol Hunter Matheson: heh Cptn Ja'Lale: Didn't realize the time.. we'll pick up from here. The ship should be ready to depart by the start of the sim. Any questions before we dismiss? Dyan Sylvanis: nope Hunter Matheson: no sir Cptn Ja'Lale: OK... sim dismissed! Have a great week and goodnight.
  13. Cptn Ja'Lale: USS Challenger Mission Brief - 26 Jan 2018: The Challenger is now orbiting a small planet in Klingon space to deliver medical aid and supplies as well as help in reconstruction efforts as the world still deals with after effects of the Praxis explosion three years prior. The Challenger senior crew (i.e. all of us) were summoned to a remote area of the main town by SF intel.. we begin as they've ushered us in a small room. Cptn Ja'Lale: TBS was a few minutes Cptn Ja'Lale: Questions? Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Dyan Sylvanis: ::Doesn't like being in this small room as she glances around. She especially doesn't like that Intel is involved somehow.:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Action: The crew are in a small conference room with two Starfleet Intelligence Officers John Randall: Michaels> Captain, I was just contacted by Chief Randall. He said to tell you the impulse engine has been repaired and cleared by the computer, and he will be beaming to our coordinates shortly. Hunter Matheson: :::angled so he can see as much as possible, checking the small area for vulnerabilities and there's a bunch:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::Looks to Michaels:: Thanks, good to know. Caitlin Townshend: ::in a small room, enjoying the smallness of the room, though now it feels crowded:: Hunter Matheson: :::forward exit.. yep... rear exit... kind of, if you call a window an exit instead of a hostile entrance:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Jacobs> All right. ::gathers his notes:: Thanks for coming. I bet you must be wondering why Starfleet sent one of its ships of the line for a medical supply mission instead of some supply freighters? Hunter Matheson: ::wishing Intel had more... well... Intel-ligence::: John Randall: ::in the transporter room poised on the dais, looks over to the transporter chief:: Beam me to the away team's position, chief. Hunter Matheson: ::not really, but keep talkin::: Caitlin Townshend: ::going to guess this is not actually a regular supply mission:: Hunter Matheson: ::slips toward the door, then takes up a position where he can see both exits cause this thing is more than a little strange::: John Randall: ::materializes outside the room the AT is in, and comes face to face with a roomful of Klingons; instantly draws his phaser:: John Randall: ((as everyone knows, Randall and the Klingons aren't exactly friends)) Hunter Matheson: (got ya covered, bro. neither am I) Dyan Sylvanis: ::Standing by the captain. She also takes in her surroundings, the exits in particular.:: Dvokr chim Hok: :: in the room :: Cptn Ja'Lale: Jacobs> ::puts up a picture of a grainy Vulcan man and a few other humans:: This is Captain Sivok of Starfleet, who was reported missing in action some time ago. Intel reports have come in that he and his crew were kidnapped by a rogue Klingon group, who are holding them prisoner in a remote area in the outreaches of Klingon space. Hunter Matheson: ::his eyes flick to Syl like he's giving directions for her to cover the rear exit... or he can. Whatever.) John Randall: ::looks at the nearest Klingon, speaks into his universal translator:: Where is the Starfleet contingent? Cptn Ja'Lale: Klingon Man> ::to John:: Inside. ::After looking up his credentials:: In the back. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Gives the faintest of nods. Then does the same for him to cover the front.:: Hunter Matheson: ::nods:: John Randall: ::nods to the Klingon, holsters his phaser, and enters the room:: John Randall: ::looks around as he enters, nods to Matheson, and goes over to the table:: Hunter Matheson: ::returns the nod:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Jacobs> HIs captor is known to the Klingon High Command. Apparently, he's ruffled a few too many feathers there. One house in particular, has a blood feud with him and his house. Caitlin Townshend: ::wishing she knew more about Klingons, but aside from the briefing materials prior to this mission, she has never encountered them before now:: John Randall: ::catches Ja'Lale's eye and nods to him, sitting down at the table:: John Randall: ::Michaels gets a nod from John and requests to be beamed up:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Jacobs> Since this is a covert operation, obviously using the Challenger to travel there is not an option, nor would High Command ever approve of such a move. Three Klingon Birds of Prey will be dispatched to the location of this rogue Klingon group. You are to join one of the ships, the IKS Klon'gat. They're understaffed, having suffered extensive casualties in their last mission and would benefit from your expertise. Cptn Ja'Lale: Ja'Lale> ::nods to John:: Hunter Matheson: :::horrible smell drifts into the room and he tries not to cough:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::better get used to that smell lol:: Hunter Matheson: :::the hell?::: Caitlin Townshend: We're going to be working alongside a Klingon crew? Hunter Matheson: ::hands drop to his side, but still dangle by his phaser::: Caitlin Townshend: ::startled, realizes she spoke out of turn, goes red:: John Randall: ::looks at the man speaking and thinks he's seen him around the SI headquarters in San Francisco:: Hunter Matheson: ::looking in her direction, he nods affirm, then shrugs::: Cptn Ja'Lale: Jacobs>. The Klongat is orbiting the planet and was one of the escort vessels that accompanied you here. ::to Caitlyn:: That's correct, yes. We've chosen you all specifically for your roles on the Challenger and you're the best matches for the crew they're missing. John Randall: ::smothers a smile at Townshend's comment:: Hunter Matheson: ::his turn:: Sir? I'm supposed to helm that thing? Cptn Ja'Lale: Jacobs> The Captain of the Klongat is willing to train and assist you to familiarize with the Bird of Prey. Yes.. Hunter Matheson: Uh... all due respect, I don't speak Klingon and haven't trained on a Bird. Cptn Ja'Lale: (Hey Chekov did it :P) Hunter Matheson: ::has a few bad words that he's kept under wraps but are about to explode::: John Randall: ((and Sulu )) Cptn Ja'Lale: Jacobs>. We'll have a UT installed in the terminals to lessen the learning curve. Hunter Matheson: (And it was weird.) Hunter Matheson: ::bites back his best word::: Hunter Matheson: ::conduct unbecoming and all that:: Caitlin Townshend: ::intrigued now, starting to imagine what this kind of cultural exchange might be like:: John Randall: ::hopes none of the Klingons are related to Krenn, the Klingon he had a fight with on his first covert mission:: Hunter Matheson: (Gees... almost lost my coffee on the console for that one, El Tee) Cptn Ja'Lale: Jacobs>. One thing, I should add. They're willing to assist you in rescuing Sivok and his crew, but the Captain insists that if we find this rogue Klingon group, we leave the leader alive so that he and his crew can have the honour of killing him themselves. John Randall: ::thinks to himself, 'Klingon fights Klingon. Nothing new there.' :: Cptn Ja'Lale: Jacobs>. That's all. The Klongat leaves first thing next morning. Any other questions? If not, you're free to go. Caitlin Townshend: ::somehow didn’t envision "Starfleet officers killing people" as part of the mission parameters:: Hunter Matheson: Go where, sir? Cptn Ja'Lale: Jacobs> Back to your ship? Or, if you want to explore the city, you can do that too. Cptn Ja'Lale: Jacob> I recommend the gagh Hunter Matheson: ::crooked smile to Jacob::: Ship works, sir. John Randall: ::snorts at that and smothers a smile:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Ja'Lale> Thanks... Let's go everyone Caitlin Townshend: ::wonders what "gagh" is… some kind of library?:: Caitlin Townshend: ::maybe a gym or training centre, more like, knowing the Klingons:: John Randall: ::as he gets up from the table, whispers to Ja'Lale:: Sorry I was late, sir. Hunter Matheson: ::steps outside to check the area and the smell of fresh gagh hits him square on::: Hunter Matheson: ::tries not to puke::: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Follows everyone out.:: Cptn Ja'Lale: That's ok. How are the engines? Cptn Ja'Lale: Let's get back to the ship -- unless you want to explore the city and get some gagh? John Randall: The starboard impulse engine was out of sync by 5 millicochranes. It's good to go now, sir. Hunter Matheson: Thanks, Captain. I'll bow out this time. ::points to the sky:: Need to gather my gear. Cptn Ja'Lale: That's good to know. I'd you like to you to join us in the mission, but if you can't, that's fine. We can get Michaels to join us. Hunter Matheson: ::Joins the beaming group::: John Randall: I can go on the mission, sir; Jeff will look after things in engineering while I'm gone. Caitlin Townshend: ::follows Matheson:: Caitlin Townshend: ::Matheson:: (q) What’s gagh, anyway? Cptn Ja'Lale: ::nods at Hunter, once they reach outside presses his comm:: +Challenger+. Energize. ::once everyone has assembled together, they beam back up to the Challenger.:: Hunter Matheson: Something that smells like dead worms, ma'am. Hunter Matheson: ::and the last few words are probably lost in the beaming::: Dyan Sylvanis: That's cause they are worms...Though they usually prefer them live. Hunter Matheson: (Hey, do words flow through beam-up beams, or do they vanish into word heaven?) Hunter Matheson: ::as he materializes:: Seriously? Hunter Matheson: Gees... John Randall: ::overhears Sylvanis' comment:: Gagh is considered a Klingon delicacy, like filet mignon to humans. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Smirks.:: Yeah. You'll probably want to get used to them if you want to eat anything. I imagine they won't have much federation food on the ship. Caitlin Townshend: Ohhh. ::looking physically ill:: Caitlin Townshend: Do they not have any...vegetarian options? Hunter Matheson: I have some MREs I'll slip in my pack, and energy bars, along with my gear. Dyan Sylvanis: Have you ever heard of a vegetarian Klingon? John Randall: ::smiles at Matheson and Townshend:: Don't worry, I'll see if I can get permission to convert a food synthesizer. Hunter Matheson: ::Randall:: Thanks, sir. Cptn Ja'Lale: Yeah, not for the faint of heart. Get what you need and some rest. It'll be the last opportunity to sleep in a comfortable bed for quite awhile, I fear. John Randall: Yeah, Klingons consider Federation beds "soft". Caitlin Townshend: ::gives Randall a queasy smile:: Cptn Ja'Lale: A Klingon Bird of Prey isn't exactly the Grandeur of the Stars Dyan Sylvanis: Make sure everyone packs a blade as well. And that no joke. Seriously, pack one. Hunter Matheson: Well, sir ::captain:: I can do without comfortable beds, but I've had my share of worms and raw wild food, thanks. Caitlin Townshend: Roughing it, that much I can… wait, a blade? Caitlin Townshend: ::did she get the same brief as everyone else?:: Hunter Matheson: ::two-fingered salute to Syl:: Yes, ma'am. You got it. John Randall: ::nods to Caitlin:: Klingons respect power. Don't go lightly armed. Caitlin Townshend: Oh dear. Hunter Matheson: ::Caitlin:: Stick by us, ma'am. You'll be fine. Caitlin Townshend: ::Sylvanis:: Maybe you could run some... sparring... sessions...if we have the time. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Nods to Caitlin.:: John's right. Plus it's easier to keep with you compared to a phaser. Caitlin Townshend: ::physically fit and athletic, but in a more gymnastic sense than martial one:: John Randall: One other thing. Klingons consider women good for one thing, and one thing only. You'll have to earn their respect. Cptn Ja'Lale: ::is a giant turtle with a hard shell and built like a tank, so hopefully he'll be fine too:: Caitlin Townshend: ((What if they push you over?)) John Randall: ((lol, get up and slap him hard as you can)) Dyan Sylvanis: ((Some might want your shell as a trophy.)) Hunter Matheson: ::who knows, they might try fresh turtle with their gagh::: Caitlin Townshend: ::confusion flickers across her face at Randall’s comment, but feeling overwhelmed as she is by all this new information, it’s just something she’ll have to figure out later:: Cptn Ja'Lale: (Then that would be bad lol) Hunter Matheson: ::Caitlin:: You'll be fine, ma'am. Just stick with someone. John Randall: When do we assemble in the morning, Captain? Cptn Ja'Lale: We'll assemble here at 0700 to beam aboard the Klongat. It's already been arranged. Caitlin Townshend: ::Matheson:: Got it. I'll be sure to return the favour if we ever have to blend in to a group of aliens who like to gamble. John Randall: Acknowledged, sir. ::to everyone:: See y'all later. Hunter Matheson: ::crooked grin:: You got it, ma'am. Cptn Ja'Lale: Goodnight, get some good rest and food while you can. Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: Great job everyone... TBS will be, let's say 12 hours. We'll begin shortly before 0700, with us about to beam over to the Klongat Cptn Ja'Lale: Any questions before we dismiss? Cptn Ja'Lale: OK.. Goodnight everyone.. have a great week. See you next time, or on Aegis in a few minutes Cptn Ja'Lale: Goodnight, sim dismissed!
  14. Cptn Ja'Lale: USS Challenger Mission Brief - 12 January 2018 : The Challenger has arrived at a planet in Klingon Space to begin a medical mission to deliver supplies and treat patients affected by the Praxis Explosion three years prior. The crew is now preparing to send a team down to the surface. TBS was a few minutes. Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: BEGIN SIM Dyan Sylvanis: ::Is in the TR, waiting on the team.:: John Randall: ::overseeing the crew in engineering:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Challenger is being hailed from the surface by an unknown party. Hunter Matheson: :::in the TR, checking his gear:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::on the bridge, overseeing the supply transport:: Hunter Matheson: ::checks the charge in his phaser, and it's pretty good, so he holsters it:: Dvokr chim Hok: :: In the transporter room :: Hunter Matheson: Dork> ::at helm:: Want me to get that, captain? Cptn Ja'Lale: Yes, please.. John Randall: ::receives order from the bridge for an engineer to join the away team, so he assigns Jeff Michaels; Michaels gets his gear and makes his way to the TR:: Hunter Matheson: Dork> +com+ Unknown party, come in. Identify yourself. Hunter Matheson: Dork> You're on, sir. ::captain:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Checks her gears, before stepping up on the pad.:: Everyone here? Hunter Matheson: ::steps up:: Yes, ma'am. John Randall: ::Michaels arrives at the TR and steps up onto the dais:: Yes. Cptn Ja'Lale: ::Audio only:: This is Jacobs from Starfleet Intel. Can you and your team beam down to these coordinates? ::sends coordinates to Ja'Lale's console:: Some things we need to talk about. Cptn Ja'Lale: ::sends SF Ident codes as well:: Cptn Ja'Lale: +Jacobs+. We'll be there. Challenger out. Heather Jamieson: :: Down in some isolated section of the ship working on some science data :: Cptn Ja'Lale: OK. You have the conn ::to the ranking officer on the bridge as he leaves for the turbo lift:: Cptn Ja'Lale: +TR Chief+ Hold transport till I get down, please. John Randall: +Michaels+ Be careful down there; holler if you need anything. Hunter Matheson: ::glance around:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::quickly ascends down to the TR room and enters:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Curious look. She steps down and taps a button on the TR console.:: +Ja'Lale+ Is there a problem, Sir? John Randall: Michaels> +Randall+ Will do, chief. Michaels out. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Looks at the Captain.:: Sir? Hunter Matheson: ::waits:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::walks in and up to Dyan:: No, but there is a change of plan. The medical team and th engineering team will transport down to the surface as planned. There is a change of plan for us senior crew (i.e. all of you). We're to beam down to these coordinates outside of the town centre to meet up with someone from SF Intel. John Randall: Michaels> ::checks his toolkit one more time:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::Looks around:: We all here? Where's LT. Randall? Hunter Matheson: ::without changing his expression, he's thinking this is going south:: Dvokr chim Hok: Intel? Dyan Sylvanis: Starfleet Intel? Seriously? ::Doesn't like the sound of this.:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Indeed. John Randall: Michaels> The chief assigned me, sir. John is helping out with the impulse engines. John Randall: Michaels> He didn't like the sound of them when we slipped into orbit, so he ordered an overhaul. Heather Jamieson: :: Pouring over data collected earlier :: Cptn Ja'Lale: I see. I've a feeling we may need his services soon enough though. In the meantime, please join our team to meet the intel guy. John Randall: Michaels> Aye, sir, wherever you need me. Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The medical and engineering teams beam down to the surface with the medical and engineering supplies as planned. Cptn Ja'Lale: ::gives the coordinates to the Transporter Chief:: Beam us down there. ::heads to the TR pads:: John Randall: ::overseeing the team working on the impulse engines; one is dismantled, and he does not like what he sees:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Action: The team beams down to the surface - a remote area outside of the main town. A long small building is nearby surrounded by hills and mountains of the area. Dvokr chim Hok: :: Steps on the pad :: Hunter Matheson: :::beams, checks the perimeter, weapon deployed:: John Randall: Michaels> ::looks around nervously, he's never been in Klingon space before, outside the ship, that is:: Hunter Matheson: ::check, secures:: Dvokr chim Hok: The air here is... Dyan Sylvanis: ::Keeps an eye out as she arrives at the destination.:: Hunter Matheson: Looks secure, Captain. Hunter Matheson: (you are there, right cap?) Cptn Ja'Lale: ::nods:: Let's head towards that building. Cptn Ja'Lale: (Yep) Cptn Ja'Lale: ::reading his PADD as he goes:: John Randall: ::aboard the ship, sends a cadet to cargo bay 3 for parts, and they begin the overhaul:: Hunter Matheson: ::takes point:: John Randall: Michaels> ::trying to remember the guidelines of being on an away team:: Dvokr chim Hok: :: Looks around :: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: The building is a small nondescript one storey building of typical Klingon construction. As they approach a lone Klingon guard looks at them and moves aside to let them through. Dvokr chim Hok: Their architecture is...interesting. Cptn Ja'Lale: Yeah, I suppose it is. Hunter Matheson: ::checking out the guard as they enter:: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Looking at the guard for a moment, before she moves in as well.:: John Randall: Michaels> ::scans the interior of the building with his tricorder:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ACTION: Inside is also typical Klingon. There are several Klingons inside as well as two humans excluding the Challenger crew. John Randall: Michaels> ::regards the Klingons with a jaundiced eye:: Dvokr chim Hok: Hmm Hunter Matheson: ::smells like a Klingon in here, but it is Klingon space::: Hunter Matheson: ::figures the Klingons don't like the smell of humans, either:: Hunter Matheson: @ Dork> ::fiddling with the helm console:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::The team is ushered into the building towards a small office in the back of the building:: John Randall: Michaels> ::to Ja'Lale:: Captain, the background radiation readings are below safety levels, sir. We should be fine as long as we stay in this building. Cptn Ja'Lale: ::Inside the office are two human Starfleet officers, two younger looking men in SF attire:: Ja'Lale> ::nods:: That's good. Hunter Matheson: ::mumble:: Great. Radiation. Dyan Sylvanis: :;Eyes the two men as she flanks the Captain.:: Dvokr chim Hok: ghaH 'ej Duvan vo' DIvI'. Hunter Matheson: ::takes position on the cap's alternate flank:: John Randall: Michaels> ::remembering what John has told him about SI agents, thinks these two gents definitely qualify:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Klingon> Mm. ::grunts:: Dvokr chim Hok: Finally get to practice Klingon. Hunter Matheson: ::side glance at Hok, wondering where he learned it:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Man>. Hi, thanks for coming in. I'm Lt Jacobs of Starfleet Intel. Follow us, would you? ::invites them into a back meeting room:: Need anything? Water, something to eat? It's all imported in and is safe for consumption. Hunter Matheson: ::follows, checking the area, not really listening to the man:: Dvokr chim Hok: I've not spoken it in...a long time. John Randall: Michaels> ::enters the room, looking nervously around, is on full guard:: Hunter Matheson: ::Hok:: So... I gotta ask - how? Cptn Ja'Lale: Jacobs> Have a seat.. Dvokr chim Hok: I'm the comms officer, or at least I was. Part of my job Hunter Matheson: ::takes position behind the captain:: John Randall: Michaels> ::sits down opposite the captain:: Hunter Matheson: ::nod to Hok:: Dvokr chim Hok: The thought was if there was a major conflict it would be either the Klingons or the Romulans. Hunter Matheson: ::Hok, vq:: Not exactly a good subject in here, sir. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Standing by Kal.:: John Randall: Michaels> ::continues taking scans:: Cptn Ja'Lale: ::Takes a seat at the table:: Dvokr chim Hok: If they can't take the reality.. I am merely stating Starfleet's desire for communication. John Randall: @ ::aboard the ship, the overhaul hits a snag as John finds a major problem; swears under his breath as he finds what he was hoping he wouldn't:: Hunter Matheson: ::checking out the s3 guys, wondering what they have in mind:: Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Hunter Matheson: done John Randall: ;;paused:: Cptn Ja'Lale: OK, we'll find out what they have in store for us next week. No TBS. Any questions? Hunter Matheson: none Cptn Ja'Lale: If not, have a great week.. and a good long weekend if you have one.
  15. Cptn Ja'Lale: USS Challenger Mission Brief - 5 Jan 2018: The Challenger was ordered to Klingon space to assist in delivering supplies and medical aid to a planet affected by the Praxis moon explosion. Challenger has been escorted through Klingon space and is now arriving at the planet. TBS was a few hours. Cptn Ja'Lale: Begin sim Cptn Ja'Lale: Begin sim Hunter Matheson: ::doing the helm thing:: Dvokr chim Hok: :: Operations :: Dyan Sylvanis: ::Sitting at her station.:: Cptn Ja'Lale: Our escorts are breaking off. Slow to impulse and prepare for orbit around the planet. John Randall: ::at the main console in engineering watching the crew:: Hunter Matheson: ::tap..tap:: Slowing to impulse, aye. Dvokr chim Hok: :: taps :: Hunter Matheson: Coming into orbit. Looks like a geosync they want us to have. Hunter Matheson: Orbit achieved. Holding geosynchronous over a pretty messed up section of the planet. ::to Ja'Lale:: Dvokr chim Hok: Caution is advised given the debris still in orbit. Hunter Matheson: ::thumbs-up to Hok:: Aye, sir. Dvokr chim Hok: :: Bringing up the sensor tracking data on the main viewer :: Cptn Ja'Lale: Great. Inform the transport crew to get ready to beam down the supplies. We'll also need to set up teams to head down to the surface. Dyan Sylvanis: ::Keeping an eye on her screen. They seem to be clear of debris for the moment.:: Hunter Matheson: Gees... the whole planet's pretty messed up. Can't imagine what it was like when that happened. It was a moon, right? Hunter Matheson: I mean, the explosion was a moon? Cptn Ja'Lale: Praxis? Yes, it was. Cptn Ja'Lale: Is it safe to beam down, or better to take a shuttle? Dvokr chim Hok: Dilithium mining caused a cascade explosion in the core. Hunter Matheson: So... it's radioactive down there? Cptn Ja'Lale: Any indications of radiations in your scan Hok? Dvokr chim Hok: (how long since the explosion?) Cptn Ja'Lale: (it's been 3 years) Dvokr chim Hok: Higher than normal for a class M world, but nothing fatal. Cptn Ja'Lale: That's good, conducting radiation checks on the local population is a key priority for medical.. Hunter Matheson: So... HAZMAT for us? Cptn Ja'Lale: I'm no doctor, but I'd say better safe than sorry Cptn Ja'Lale: We'll also need additional team from engineering to assist in other construction and logistical projects around the main settlement. Hunter Matheson: :::relaxing as he settles in and listens to the skipper:: Hunter Matheson: Ship is at station keeping, Captain. Dvokr chim Hok: :: sighs at all of the debris :: Cptn Ja'Lale: Let's form up an away team to beam down to the surface. (feel free to NPC as the away team members as well).. Hunter Matheson: Aye, sir. Dvokr chim Hok: Great...just a bit of radiation Cptn Ja'Lale: I'd like the team to be ready in the next 20 minutes to beam down. Hunter Matheson: (who's heading up the team?) Cptn Ja'Lale: (NPC Medical, Engineering and Security... you OK heading up the team, Dyan?) Cptn Ja'Lale: (5 minutes) Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Cptn Ja'Lale: PAUSE SIM Hunter Matheson: done Cptn Ja'Lale: OK, seems like a good place to stop. No worries. TBS will be 15 minutes and we'll be ready to beam down... you can NPC as another character if you like if you don't feel it appropriate to send your character down.. I know most of us are bridge crew. Hunter Matheson: I'm good with it, Cap. Cptn Ja'Lale: OK.. if there's nothing else then sim dismissed... have a great week everyone