Derek Black
Medical
[TI33]
Posts: 48 Likes: 3
Rank: Ensign
Position: Health & Safety Officer
Species: Human
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Post by Derek Black on May 8, 2020 6:37:07 GMT
[Deck 8, Holodeck 1] Malik listened with interest at Black's reminiscing about the Dominion War, so he was a veteran of the conflict. Malik joined the academic a year after the war ended, just when Starfleet were desperate for new recruits. He hadn't even flown in a non-simulated engagement yet, he was greener than freshly cut grass. "Let's not go with the flying coffin model."Then Sausage-O-Leary went on to describe her ideas for the Ark to be converted into a mini-carrier, an interesting concept. He wasn't aware of anything like it in the current Starfleet inventory. He considered the idea for a moment. "An interesting concept, converting the Ark into a carrier. If we could make the load-out modular in nature we could equip it for whatever mission was required. For example, if we wanted more heavy fighters we could equip it for 2, over the standard 4 light-fighters."
"Then there's the additional space required for maintenance, loading etc. It may also be a good idea to place some bunks for the engineering support staff and the pilots. As for the launch mechanism, force fields built into the hanger floor could enable rapid deployment straight out the bottom."He continued, "We could also have specialised craft in each deployment, a early warning craft, jamming craft etc. This could really be a very versatile platform, of course I'm no engineer, but there will be a balance in the power requirements in trade-off of capabilities for the Ark."Then he realised he'd been talking for quite some time, not allowing the other two to speak. "Anyway, just some ideas."
Tag Felicity Ellis and Derek Black [Deck 8 - Holodeck 1] "Hope you weren't there for that visit by the Breen." Derek mentioned offhandedly, before returning to the task at hand. "I'm sorry, I still don't understand what this arc is. A civilian freighter of some sort, or support ship for Front Ear?" He was curious as to what had prompted this necessity in the first place, with his understanding that they were a frontier outpost, basically a placeholder for the Federation. Being the newcomer, he could only assume there was a reason Felicity wanted a fighter capability, perhaps for a mission which didn't necessitate a starship but still needed the offensive outreach. Not for the first time, Derek wished he still had access to reports and intel files, privileges which weren't generally offered to lowly ensigns. "Like Grippen said, it'd all depend on what we need these for, and why. Individual specialized craft could be a bit of a hassle, takes up alot of space for storage, resources, and training to maintain. Might be easier to choose a design that can serve a multi-functional role, or have the ability to mount different packages for specific mission types. If you wanted to narrow down the choices, I'd suggest first deciding if these fighters need a warp drive. Takes up alot of space, weight, and adds the excitement of occasionally going boom. Wouldn't be very useful if the arc was giving us a ride anyways."
Felicity Ellis Malik Grippen
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Isaiah Quinn
Science
[TI36]
Posts: 1,153 Likes: 57
Rank: Lieutenant Commander
Position: Chief Science Officer
Species: Human
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Post by Isaiah Quinn on May 8, 2020 14:30:03 GMT
[...] This was something else that Thea was getting used to, the coffee and breakfast items that Hill always provided and certainly enjoyed this particular perk, that came with her added responsibilities. She also liked how Flick thought of the others on the Bridge as she offered Quinn a cup and commented so favourably about the brew. " Morning Yeoman and thank you, its appreciated" Thea said as she too helped herself to the delicious smelling black gold. Adding cream to it as Isaiah responded to the Captain's offer. Holding back from the quip and teasing comment, that she would normally say when in his company and smiled back at him. [...] ”I just do what I can to help. Top of the pile today, Captain, as you’re well aware, we’ve had an influx of new crew. I’ve compiled their profiles, complete with interesting facts highlighted, and sorted the lot alphabetically by department. You can peruse at your leisure and once you do your face to face meet and greet, you’ll have a good idea of who they are. We’ve got an overview of the various repairs and upgrades from engineering, both for the Mac and Front Ear. Lotta good things happening by the looks of it, though I’m not much for the technical jargon myself. A few requests to schedule meetings when you’re back on the station. I wanted to run them by you before committing. And last, but certainly not least, a message from our “favorite” Admiral. Not the one with the cute mole.” Heather pointed at the side of her chin, mentioning the beauty mark to inject some humor. She knew Ellis would know which two admirals she spoke of. Hopefully, bolstered by the coffee and other positive news, she’d managed to balance out the good and the bad. Well, she wasn’t sure what the message was, but it was better to plan for the worst. Then she could be pleasantly surprised when things turned out nice. Alex made his way onto the bridge after getting dressed into his uniform. He didn’t want to be late or miss out on any important information that might be discussed. As he arrived on the bridge he was glad that he wasn’t late despite arriving only a little bit later. He didn’t waste any time as he worked to calculate what path would have the least resistance possible with the ETA to have it done as soon as possible. As soon as he got that done with the coordinates to the path in mind and said “it’s good to go captain.” He was so focused on what he needed to do that he tuned out any distractions. He thought about getting some coffee but he was needed at the helm so he just stayed right where he was. With his calculations it wasn’t going to take long before they were on their way out. He was confident in what he learned from his grandfather and what he learned while he was in the academy. Those skills that he learned were going to be useful to him whenever he was at the helm. It was good for him to be prepared for what they were going to encounter. [...] She actually audibly groaned. Not the most professional thing for a Captain to do when faced with the task of dealing with a superior, but Felicity found that it was entirely too early in the morning for stiff upper-lipping. "Why is it never the one with the cute mole?" She muttered to herself, taking the final PADD from the always helpful Heather Hill and squinting at it. She read the first few lines, made a unhappy noise, added it to the pile, and then pushed it from her mind. It would keep for an hour. "Send me on the meeting requests, if you would, Yeoman. I'd like to keep some time free to spend with my new godson, and of course, there are some preparations to be made for Greg's upcoming wedding." Often it felt as though her time was never her own, but she would make a point of moving a few things around to ensure she saw enough of her family. "Oh, that reminds me, we'll need to talk gifts." What does one buy the most disgustingly happy couple? Babies, kids, they were all easy, but grown-ass people? Not so much. A confirmation came from the helm then, and Felicity's eyes were forward once again. "Thank you, Ensign. Amend course to reflect your changes, maintain Warp 9."[Ens. Isaiah Quinn - Bridge, USS Mac] Quinn continued to monitor the readings from the long range sensors, even as Crewman Graham made the modified course corrections. From what he could see, the adjusted course seemed to suggest smooth sailing as far as he could tell. Isaiah also continued to remotely confer with Stellar Cartography to confirm what he was reading as well. That didn't mean he was oblivious to everything that was happening around him. Yeoman Hill began to review the contents of the PADDs that she'd brought along with the captain's breakfast. In some sense, he assumed the presence of the yeoman was a double-edged sword. However, from what he could tell, Yeoman Hill made an art of dulling the bad news that came with the good. Most of it seemed routine. The captain would glance through as she listened to the yeoman, and then pass them to Thea when moving on to the next. It wasn't until she got to the last PADD that the captain indicated a sense of displeasure. His only response was an arched eyebrow as he continued to work at his station. He listened as the captain spoke with her yeoman about managing her schedule. She even made mention of setting aside time to spend with her family and preparing for her brother's wedding. It was certainly encouraging to hear that she still found time to spend with her loved ones. She then gave Crewman Graham the order to amend the course and continue on at Warp 9. He waited for the helm to execute the change, and then checked the scanners. For the time being, it didn't appear that there was anything else popping.
Soft tags: Felicity Ellis , Thea Baker , Caroline Riordan (Yeoman Hill), Alex Graham
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Thea Baker
Command
[TI12]
Posts: 1,448 Likes: 46
Rank: Captain
Position: Commanding Officer
Species: Human
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Post by Thea Baker on May 8, 2020 15:34:32 GMT
[ Thea - Bridge, USS Mac] Thea's focus momentarily shifted to the delicious caffeine filled nectar, a beverage that she was starting to appreciate more lately, although nothing would completely replace her favourite tea. Then again this was definitely a close second as the CMO smiled at Yeoman Hill, before the Captain's right hand woman, brought their attention to the PADDs, currently in her possession. She liked how the Yeoman dealt with what could be a boring and tedious part of their jobs, quickly realising that she would probably have paperwork of her own to deal with when they returned to the station. Pushing that unpleasant but necessary thought to one side, as Felicity answered Quinn, who dutifully returned to his console. Yes that may of denied Thea the chance to look at him, but she was being good as Felicity started with the first PADD. It wasn't long before it was passed to her, which she accepted gracefully, keen to peruse it and certainly found it as insightful as Hill had assured them. However did take her time to digest the information that it contained, until the audible groan from Felicity caught her focus at the news regarding the last PADD from the Admiral. She had an idea as to who it might be, but then came something more pleasant as the CO spoke to Hill about her Godson and her Brother. This was definitely a positive thing as the Captain then acknowledged and issued a follow up order to the Helm. The coffee then began to hit the spot and it gave Thea a much needed buzz as she helped herself to a sweet roll. ******* [Ensign Lori Menzies - Ops]
So far her shift had involved monitoring the local area and directing various departments to the daily maintenance list, not so glamorous but if a job needed doing, then Lori was the one to do it. Still the smell of coffee and sweet treats emanating from the command area was also a reminder that the Ops officer, would be due her break soon. Her mind drifting to the thought of something tasty and filling when she got to the Mess Hall, that was until the comm channel sprung to life, alerting to a distress signal from the Falcon.
A quick search of the database, enabled Lori to establish what the Falcon was, before she turned towards the CO and Acting XO.
" Sorry to interrupt, but I've picked up a distress call from the Falcon, a Civilian Freighter, requesting immediate assistance as they're under a possible attack from an unknown government".
Message delivered, Lori then waited for further orders.
tag Felicity Ellis, soft tag Caroline Riordan, Isaiah Quinn
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Lurai Sren
Medical
[TI33]
Posts: 62 Likes: 6
Rank: Ensign
Position: Medical Officer
Species: Betazoid
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Post by Lurai Sren on May 10, 2020 12:57:23 GMT
[Ens. Lurai Sren – USS Mac – Sickbay] Lurai listened to Oerstadt's reply. So it was some engineering mishap. Oh well, they'd sort it out sooner or later. ”All right, thank you”, she replied. ”Don't worry about it.” Conversation over, she went back into sickbay and returned to her screen to get some administrative work out of the way.
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Malik Grippen
Flight Control
[TI7]
Posts: 42 Likes: 2
Rank: Ensign
Position: Flight Officer
Species: Risan
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Post by Malik Grippen on May 10, 2020 16:27:55 GMT
[Deck 8, Holodeck 1] Malik listened with interest at Black's reminiscing about the Dominion War, so he was a veteran of the conflict. Malik joined the academic a year after the war ended, just when Starfleet were desperate for new recruits. He hadn't even flown in a non-simulated engagement yet, he was greener than freshly cut grass. "Let's not go with the flying coffin model."Then Sausage-O-Leary went on to describe her ideas for the Ark to be converted into a mini-carrier, an interesting concept. He wasn't aware of anything like it in the current Starfleet inventory. He considered the idea for a moment. "An interesting concept, converting the Ark into a carrier. If we could make the load-out modular in nature we could equip it for whatever mission was required. For example, if we wanted more heavy fighters we could equip it for 2, over the standard 4 light-fighters."
"Then there's the additional space required for maintenance, loading etc. It may also be a good idea to place some bunks for the engineering support staff and the pilots. As for the launch mechanism, force fields built into the hanger floor could enable rapid deployment straight out the bottom."He continued, "We could also have specialised craft in each deployment, a early warning craft, jamming craft etc. This could really be a very versatile platform, of course I'm no engineer, but there will be a balance in the power requirements in trade-off of capabilities for the Ark."Then he realised he'd been talking for quite some time, not allowing the other two to speak. "Anyway, just some ideas."
Tag Felicity Ellis and Derek Black [Deck 8 - Holodeck 1] "Hope you weren't there for that visit by the Breen." Derek mentioned offhandedly, before returning to the task at hand. "I'm sorry, I still don't understand what this arc is. A civilian freighter of some sort, or support ship for Front Ear?" He was curious as to what had prompted this necessity in the first place, with his understanding that they were a frontier outpost, basically a placeholder for the Federation. Being the newcomer, he could only assume there was a reason Felicity wanted a fighter capability, perhaps for a mission which didn't necessitate a starship but still needed the offensive outreach. Not for the first time, Derek wished he still had access to reports and intel files, privileges which weren't generally offered to lowly ensigns. "Like Grippen said, it'd all depend on what we need these for, and why. Individual specialized craft could be a bit of a hassle, takes up alot of space for storage, resources, and training to maintain. Might be easier to choose a design that can serve a multi-functional role, or have the ability to mount different packages for specific mission types. If you wanted to narrow down the choices, I'd suggest first deciding if these fighters need a warp drive. Takes up alot of space, weight, and adds the excitement of occasionally going boom. Wouldn't be very useful if the arc was giving us a ride anyways."
Felicity Ellis Malik Grippen [Deck 8 - Holodeck 1] Malik was pleased Mr Black agreed with the main point that without knowing the mission, the chosen craft would need to be multi functional. He then made a followup point about the necessity of a warp drive, which Malik hadn't even considered. First, he had to bring Mr Black up to speed on what the Arc was. "The Arc is a medium range civilian freighter, designed to carry cargo initially but has recently been retrofitted to act as a passenger transport also. We used it last week to ferry supplies and personnel down to the surface of Kerelia where it performed quite well. It can just about squeeze in the main hanger deck of the Mac. Essentially it's a flying box with a lot of potential."Before he continued, Malik felt his belly rumble from the lack of adequate breakfast. "Computer. Risan breakfast platter, assortment #9." After a brief moment a table appeared with a small assortment of breakfast delicacies from his homeworld; a decent assortment of fruits and cute pastries. Malik picked up a little Risan-danish pasty and took a bite. "I don't know about you, but I'm starving. Please, treat yourself to some of delicacies from my homeworld."After quickly finishing the danish, Malik turned his attention back to Mr Black. "No warp drive sounds like a good option, it would enable them to pack way more punch and potentially surprise an enemy and avoid a boom. From your experience in the war, which of these multi function fighters catch your eye?" He gestured to the array of holographic fighter options on display. He also thought it would be useful to get engineering's input at this stage. =/\= "Ensign Grippen to Engineering. If you have any staff free, we'd welcome your input on a fighter project we're working on in holodeck 1." =/\=
Tag Derek Black and engineering Damian Oerstadt and Kaya Som if you want to get involved in this project. OOC: No spec has so far been created for the Arc, but last mission the above was generally decided.
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Judith Eastman
Civilian
Grandma
Posts: 2,593 Likes: 84
Rank: Civilian/other
Position: Civil Servant
Species: Human
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Post by Judith Eastman on May 10, 2020 17:36:04 GMT
[NPC - Dr. (Lt.) Kece Lunn - Sickbay, USS Mac]The lights going out were a rather rude disruption for Dr. Kece Lunn. He'd just been admiring his own reflection in the screen of a switched-off PADD, where his hairline looked rather full, when it happened. He turned to try and turn on the lights, assuming it was a prank (he'd been pranked rather viciously before, early in his career, in a complex setup involving Jell-o, hamsters, and alarm clocks, in addition to many less memorable pranks in the intervening decades), before finally, frustratedly, marching out of his office and into the sickbay floor. "Ensign, what's with the lights?" the rather difficult Betazoid surgeon asked, sounding about as incensed as he was, which is to say very.
Tag Lurai Sren
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Lurai Sren
Medical
[TI33]
Posts: 62 Likes: 6
Rank: Ensign
Position: Medical Officer
Species: Betazoid
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Post by Lurai Sren on May 10, 2020 19:00:24 GMT
[Ens. Lurai Sren – USS Mac – Sickbay] Looking up from her screen Lurai saw Dr Lunn, another Betazoid. She hardly knew him, they'd met maybe once before in sickbay but that was it. He seemed like a somewhat difficult fellow, but then he was a surgeon, so perhaps having a good bedside manner wasn't at the top of his list of priorities. Maybe he had lived among non-Betazoids for some time, for he didn't speak with his mind like most of them did when amongst their own people. She greeted him with a smile and answered him verbally since that was how he'd addressed her. ”Hello, Doctor, how are you today? Engineering said they're having some technical difficulties in the banquet hall. Not sure how that can affect our lights, but here we are. They're working on fixing it.”
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Alex Graham
Flight Control
Posts: 37 Likes: 0
Rank: Crewman
Position: Flight control officer
Species: Human
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Post by Alex Graham on May 10, 2020 20:35:40 GMT
[Ens. Isaiah Quinn - Bridge, USS Mac] Isaiah nodded at Thea as she commented that his report had been right on time, just as she was about to inform the captain that she was waiting for information from Stellar Cartography. He started to return his attention to the console before him when he heard the captain address him. She'd asked him to continue with long range scans and alert them if anything pops. He responded with a slight smile and a nod. "Absolutely, ma'am." he said simply before returning to his duties. Honestly, he was sort of glad to be off the station. He'd heard about a delegation coming to the Front Ear, but avoiding that was hardly why he was pleased. His heart had been with the stars for quite some time. They had lured him away from practicing medicine. And the opportunity to chart a region of space that they'd yet to do was as precious as gold. The sound of the turbolift opening hadn't captured his attention this time, but the scent that accompanied it certainly had. It was as if the scent of coffee was a seductress, curling his chin upwards with the tip of her finger. His eyes fell upon Yeoman Heather Hill as she approached Captain Ellis and Lt. Commander Baker with breakfast. It was certainly a perk of command that was easy to be envious of. Of course, from Isaiah's point of view, it was a privilege those ladies had earned and from what he'd seen of them and their abilities as officers was well deserved. Isaiah looked up from his console as the captain addressed him once more, this time offering him some of coffee. He chuckled slightly at the captain's testimony to the brew's strength. "As legendary as the yeoman's brew may be. I'm afraid I'll have to decline," he replied. "I've already had a couple of cups before shift this morning, and would like to fall asleep sometime tonight, Captain." He smiled towards the command section of the bridge at the three ladies, hoping the explanation would suffice. Besides, he preferred a touch of caramel, and certainly had no intention of asking the yeoman to customize his coffee order. [NPC Yeoman Heather Hill - Bridge, USS Mac] After coffee and treats had been doled out, Heather carefully placed the tray on an inactive console nearby, keeping it close at hand for refills. A smile was on her face as her efforts were well received, and she gave polite head bobs to Commander Baker and Ensign Quinn. Now if her eyes weren’t deceiving her, there seemed to be a little something there between the two officers. Interesting. Her attention shifted to the PADDs she carried, the other part of her job. ”I just do what I can to help. Top of the pile today, Captain, as you’re well aware, we’ve had an influx of new crew. I’ve compiled their profiles, complete with interesting facts highlighted, and sorted the lot alphabetically by department. You can peruse at your leisure and once you do your face to face meet and greet, you’ll have a good idea of who they are. We’ve got an overview of the various repairs and upgrades from engineering, both for the Mac and Front Ear. Lotta good things happening by the looks of it, though I’m not much for the technical jargon myself. A few requests to schedule meetings when you’re back on the station. I wanted to run them by you before committing. And last, but certainly not least, a message from our “favorite” Admiral. Not the one with the cute mole.” Heather pointed at the side of her chin, mentioning the beauty mark to inject some humor. She knew Ellis would know which two admirals she spoke of. Hopefully, bolstered by the coffee and other positive news, she’d managed to balance out the good and the bad. Well, she wasn’t sure what the message was, but it was better to plan for the worst. Then she could be pleasantly surprised when things turned out nice. [bridge-USS MAC] Alex made his way onto the bridge after getting dressed into his uniform. He didn’t want to be late or miss out on any important information that might be discussed. As he arrived on the bridge he was glad that he wasn’t late despite arriving only a little bit later. He didn’t waste any time as he worked to calculate what path would have the least resistance possible with the ETA to have it done as soon as possible. As soon as he got that done with the coordinates to the path in mind and said “it’s good to go captain.” He was so focused on what he needed to do that he tuned out any distractions. He thought about getting some coffee but he was needed at the helm so he just stayed right where he was. With his calculations it wasn’t going to take long before they were on their way out. He was confident in what he learned from his grandfather and what he learned while he was in the academy. Those skills that he learned were going to be useful to him whenever he was at the helm. It was good for him to be prepared for what they were going to encounter. Tag Felicity Ellis [Felicity Ellis - Bridge, USS Mac]Felicity couldn't but grin in response to Quinn's refusal. "Understood, Ensign," she said when he voiced his desire to actually sleep that evening. She often had problems sleeping herself, though for entirely different reasons. She brought the mug to her lips and took another grateful sip as she listened to Hill's summary. Plucking the topmost PADD, she began to peruse it, nodding when the yeoman mentioned the interesting facts. Those were her favourite. Not at all Starfleet standard, but to a former counselor and someone as nosy invested as Felicity was, she found them very useful. She was also someone who liked to know everything that she needed to know. She would never enter a Meet & Greet with new recruits unprepared. Names and faces were important; remembering them was the least she could do when they gave so much to their crewmates and their ship. She passed that PADD across to Dr. Baker, who would likely find the information just as valuable. The next couple of PADDs were repair reports and requisitions, which she would go through in further detail later. The Mac was in a decent state, having seen little action or damage in the previous six months. The Station, however, was a different kettle of fish. Or lobsters. It had fallen into disrepair and she'd despaired somewhat over the accounts of negligence from their Chief and her assistant. But those weren't nearly so bad as the prospect of reading the correspondence from Admiral Ellis was. She actually audibly groaned. Not the most professional thing for a Captain to do when faced with the task of dealing with a superior, but Felicity found that it was entirely too early in the morning for stiff upper-lipping. "Why is it never the one with the cute mole?" She muttered to herself, taking the final PADD from the always helpful Heather Hill and squinting at it. She read the first few lines, made a unhappy noise, added it to the pile, and then pushed it from her mind. It would keep for an hour. "Send me on the meeting requests, if you would, Yeoman. I'd like to keep some time free to spend with my new godson, and of course, there are some preparations to be made for Greg's upcoming wedding." Often it felt as though her time was never her own, but she would make a point of moving a few things around to ensure she saw enough of her family. "Oh, that reminds me, we'll need to talk gifts." What does one buy the most disgustingly happy couple? Babies, kids, they were all easy, but grown-ass people? Not so much. A confirmation came from the helm then, and Felicity's eyes were forward once again. "Thank you, Ensign. Amend course to reflect your changes, maintain Warp 9."
Tags: Caroline Riordan (Yeoman Hill), Alex Graham , Thea Baker (soft) and Isaiah Quinn (soft). [Deck 8, Holodeck 1] Malik couldn't hide his revulsion as Sausage-O-Leary offered him one of the baked abominations, "No. No it's OK, thank you though." He also couldn't hide raising an eyebrow as she wiped her grease covered hand over her uniform leg, perhaps this was even more of an affront to him than the smell. Didn't she know the pilot's first rule of always looking perfect? He did however manage to catch the fellow officer's hand, and shook it firmly in greeting. Then Sausage-O-Leary went onto explain the purpose of them being there and Malik quickly forgot about the meat. Very few pilots got to pick which craft their flew in, and even fewer had a hand in designing them. This was surely an exclusive opportunity and one that'd look great on his Starfleet record. He looked around at all the little fighter craft options, some he recognised straight away from the Starfleet inventory, some he hadn't seen before. "I suppose it largely depends on what the expected mission parameters these fighters would need to operate under. The range required, speed, manoeuvrability but mostly the expected foe we would be using them against. This would determine the required design. As for the Ark, after flying it first hand it's a solid craft, a good all-rounder. It'd be good to get some input from the engineers on how far we could stretch the warp range." He turned to Mr Black wondering what his thoughts were on the matter. [Deck 8 - Holodeck 1] "Nice to meet you, Grippen." Surreptitiously brushing a few stray crumbs from his hand before shaking the other ensign's, Derek gave the lieutenant a relaxed smile. "Nowhere seems like a pretty good place to get back into a cockpit. Less things to crash into." O'Leary seemed friendly enough, and her banter had none of the eager nervousness which so often plagued younger officers. Glancing around them as the holodeck flickered to life, he cursorily inspected the 'selection', much as one might glance over the sample display at a Japanese replimat. Lightly tapping on the nose of one model he recognized, a Federation fighter used during the war, Derek quirked his head slightly as it rotated serenely along it's disturbed axis. "We called these the 'flying coffins'. Phasers mounted on an engine, and a seat for the pilot to hold onto." He commented casually, leaning forward to closer appraise detailing along it's dorsal fins. "Someone way high up was smart enough to recognize we needed a counter against the Jem'Hadar fighters which flew circles around our own starships, but then handed them over to ancient admirals who couldn't figure out how to use them. Too ingrained with tactics from previous conflicts, where you just lined up and shot at each other until the bigger ship won. At one point, it was so routine for squadrons to come home in tatters, common practice was for the crews to write goodbye letters home before launching.""Poor bastards deserved every medal they were ever awarded, and more." Catching himself reminiscing, Derek turned to the others. "What's the arc?" He asked, unfamiliar with the name both had now used. [Lieutenant Niamh O'Leary - Holodeck 1]Niamh O'Leary shrugged at Grippen's polite decline of her sausage roll offer. More delicious soakage for her. She wiped a few stray pastry flakes of her own from her chest and carried on, expression revealing that she approved of Black's choice to return to the cockpit. There was one reason, and one only that she was out here, doing these sometimes ridiculous things, and that was for the privilege of flying one of the most beautiful crafts ever conceived. She moved through some of the lines herself as she listened to the two officers give their thoughts on the project. "Thing is, Grippen, we don't rightly now what the exact parameters are goin' to be. We're out here, on the edge of so much unknown. Who knows if the next face we meet will be a friendly or not, or if it'll have a face at all, at all." She stopped near the fighter that Black was studying and continued, "They won't come out and say that they're preparing us for potential conflict, 'cause that's not very Starfleet, is it, but that's the impression I'm gettin'."As the former instructor spoke of the particular model used during the battles of recent history, O'Leary found herself studying him with a tilted head. "Was just a cadet meself when it started." Then she shook her head, dark ponytail swishing from side to side. "We haven't trained as hard as we have and gained these mighty skills just to play battleship out here," she said, her tone quite resolute. Things would be different, she could feel it. "The Ark, like Grippen mentioned, is solid, an all-rounder, but primarily used these days for transportation. Its innards were scooped out for cargo space and fifty-two passenger seats." She'd liked where the Risan had been taking that train of thought. "We should have a wee chat with Engineering, so we should. If they can increase the range it could be very effective as a small squad launcher. Four fighter light craft could fit, I reckon."
Tags: Malik Grippen and Derek Black [Bridge-USS MAC] Alex executed the changes but kept them on the warp speed of nine. With the changes that he made it was going to seemingly be smooth sailing. If there was any other changes that needed to be made to their path then he would have done so at the time. He wasn’t going to do anything until the situation called for it and the orders were given. The course seemed to correlate with the star maps. He was sure that he would possibly notice if something seemed to be strange or odd. He wasn’t going to think about stepping over anyone’s toes for just an instinct. He was too focused on what’s going on in front of him. He wasn’t going to let anyone or anything distract him from what he needed to do. If it was important then certainly he would have payed attention to find out what was going on.
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Kaya Som
Engineering/Ops
Site Historian
Yaya! You have survived! That's too bad!
Posts: 804 Likes: 108
Rank: Senior Chief Petty Officer
Position: Chief of Engineering
Species: Trill
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Post by Kaya Som on May 10, 2020 20:53:15 GMT
[ Crmn Kaya Som - Deck 16 - Engineering ]When Kaya arrived in engineering, someone was ready to question her on the alert message they'd received regarding the outage. "Som, thought you were in the banquet hall."Kaya clicked her tongue and continued to the supply stores. "Glitch in environmental controls. We're working on it," she replied. "And sickbay?"She looked over her shoulder as she pulled the components Oerstadt ordered. "Yeah." "When you're done, they want you in holodeck one.""Why?" "Special project."[ Crmn Kaya Som - Deck 12 - Banquet Hall ]Kaya returned to the banquet hall (which was still dark) with the components in tow. She crouched down next to Oerstadt. "Special delivery, old man," she said. He might not be her senior officer, but her mothers would be irritated she'd treated an elder with such familiarity.
Tag Damian Oerstadt, soft tag Malik Grippen
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Thea Baker
Command
[TI12]
Posts: 1,448 Likes: 46
Rank: Captain
Position: Commanding Officer
Species: Human
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Post by Thea Baker on May 11, 2020 9:28:12 GMT
[ Ensign Lori Menzies - Bridge, USS Mac] After receiving her orders to respond to the distress call, the Brunette Ensign, turned back towards her console, only to receive another call, this one a priority call from Command. Relaying that to the CO & XO resulted in Captain Ellis leaving the bridge to take it, in her ready room, leaving Commander Baker in charge. Still Lori had her orders to complete, even if the change over had little effect on the seasoned yet never promoted officer. Not that she was bitter or anything as she spoke directly to the Falcon, after correlating their last known position. =/\= This is the USS Mac calling the S.S Falcon, acknowledged, we have your coordinates and we're en-route to your position =/\= Message sent, Lori then relayed the Falcon's position to the Helm. " Coordinates sent to you Ensign Graham".************ [ Thea - Bridge, USS Mac] The moment that she had heard the name Falcon mentioned, Thea had exchanged a look crossed between amusement and disbelief with Felicity, especially given the reputation of one Thomas Marion Jett. However despite what they may think personally about the man, who she had heard several others call Captain Leather Pants, they were still Starfleet officers and if his ship was in trouble, then they had to render assistance. It was also lucky that he wasn't that far from their current patrol route, so as Felicity left to deal with the priority call from Command, Thea set aside the nerves to focus on their next plan of action. With Ops answering the call and relaying the Falcon's position to the Helm, Thea then began to issue orders. " Mr Graham, set a course for the Falcon, quickest route possible at Warp 6" she stated then turned to both Isaiah and the officer at Sec/Tac. " Mr Quinn, I want continuous scans of the area, especially with this being unknown territory, Security, initiate red alert, have shields and weapons ready, only fire on my order, once we can assess the situation".Orders given, Thea then sat back, slightly regretting the sweet roll that she had already eaten and looked forward to hearing what Jett was exactly up to.
tag Isaiah Quinn, @ Thomas Jett, Alex Graham
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Damian Oerstadt
Engineering/Ops
[TI13]
Posts: 40 Likes: 2
Rank: Crewman
Position: Engineering
Species: Human
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Post by Damian Oerstadt on May 11, 2020 13:57:51 GMT
[ Crmn Kaya Som - Deck 16 - Engineering ]When Kaya arrived in engineering, someone was ready to question her on the alert message they'd received regarding the outage. "Som, thought you were in the banquet hall."Kaya clicked her tongue and continued to the supply stores. "Glitch in environmental controls. We're working on it," she replied. "And sickbay?"She looked over her shoulder as she pulled the components Oerstadt ordered. "Yeah." "When you're done, they want you in holodeck one.""Why?" "Special project."[ Crmn Kaya Som - Deck 12 - Banquet Hall ]Kaya returned to the banquet hall (which was still dark) with the components in tow. She crouched down next to Oerstadt. "Special delivery, old man," she said. He might not be her senior officer, but her mothers would be irritated she'd treated an elder with such familiarity.
Tag Damian Oerstadt , soft tag Malik Grippen [Damian - Deck 12 - Banquet Hall]Whilst Som tended to head out to grab the necessary tools and equipment needed for the job, he continued to poke around - to see what extent of the damage the panel had gotten to. =/\= Engineering to Grippen, Oerstadt speaking. Got a small issue to fix in the banquet hall, then should you need, I'll be all yours. =/\= His words certainly muffled passed the hyperspanner that he clenched between both teeth in fear of losing it in the dark, despite the small amount of light that the torch provided. Though it did not seem like aside from sickbay had lost their lights, it was pretty minor and simply needed to be replaced. His eyes flickered up to meet Som, his brows raised and his face neutral. He bit down a bristled response to being called 'old man', Damian hardly thought himself a day over thirty (despite occasionally his body protesting otherwise) as he took the equipment off of the crewman's hands. "Thank you, crewman." Damian replied, attempting to ignore the nickname. "I've got it covered here if you'd want to go assist Grippen."
TAG: Kaya Som, soft tag: Malik Grippen
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Isaiah Quinn
Science
[TI36]
Posts: 1,153 Likes: 57
Rank: Lieutenant Commander
Position: Chief Science Officer
Species: Human
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Post by Isaiah Quinn on May 11, 2020 15:14:43 GMT
[Ensign Lori Menzies - Ops]
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A quick search of the database, enabled Lori to establish what the Falcon was, before she turned towards the CO and Acting XO.
" Sorry to interrupt, but I've picked up a distress call from the Falcon, a Civilian Freighter, requesting immediate assistance as they're under a possible attack from an unknown government".
Message delivered, Lori then waited for further orders.
[ Ensign Lori Menzies - Bridge, USS Mac] After receiving her orders to respond to the distress call, the Brunette Ensign, turned back towards her console, only to receive another call, this one a priority call from Command. Relaying that to the CO & XO resulted in Captain Ellis leaving the bridge to take it, in her ready room, leaving Commander Baker in charge. Still Lori had her orders to complete, even if the change over had little effect on the seasoned yet never promoted officer. Not that she was bitter or anything as she spoke directly to the Falcon, after correlating their last known position. =/\= This is the USS Mac calling the S.S Falcon, acknowledged, we have your coordinates and we're en-route to your position =/\= Message sent, Lori then relayed the Falcon's position to the Helm. " Coordinates sent to you Ensign Graham".************ [Thea - Bridge, USS Mac]
The moment that she had heard the name Falcon mentioned, Thea had exchanged a look crossed between amusement and disbelief with Felicity, especially given the reputation of one Thomas Marion Jett. However despite what they may think personally about the man, who she had heard several others call Captain Leather Pants, they were still Starfleet officers and if his ship was in trouble, then they had to render assistance. It was also lucky that he wasn't that far from their current patrol route, so as Felicity left to deal with the priority call from Command, Thea set aside the nerves to focus on their next plan of action.
With Ops answering the call and relaying the Falcon's position to the Helm, Thea then began to issue orders.
" Mr Graham, set a course for the Falcon, quickest route possible at Warp 6" she stated then turned to both Isaiah and the officer at Sec/Tac.
" Mr Quinn, I want continuous scans of the area, especially with this being unknown territory, Security, initiate red alert, have shields and weapons ready, only fire on my order, once we can assess the situation".
Orders given, Thea then sat back, slightly regretting the sweet roll that she had already eaten and looked forward to hearing what Jett was exactly up to.
Alex executed the changes but kept them on the warp speed of nine. With the changes that he made it was going to seemingly be smooth sailing. If there was any other changes that needed to be made to their path then he would have done so at the time. He wasn’t going to do anything until the situation called for it and the orders were given. The course seemed to correlate with the star maps. He was sure that he would possibly notice if something seemed to be strange or odd. He wasn’t going to think about stepping over anyone’s toes for just an instinct. He was too focused on what’s going on in front of him. He wasn’t going to let anyone or anything distract him from what he needed to do. If it was important then certainly he would have payed attention to find out what was going on. [Ens. Isaiah Quinn - Bridge, USS Mac] Isaiah looked towards Lori as she announced that she had picked up a distress signal. She also made short work of identifying the ship sending the distress signal to be the S.S. Falcon. There was easily an air of familiarity about the Bridge as a number recognized that as being Captain Thomas Jett's ship. Isaiah could still remember his first encounter with the man back during the mission on Kerelia. He wasn't the type of person you forgot. From what Isaiah had seem of the man, he could typically handle himself in a tough situation. So, if he were asking for help, then it had to be dire. Captain Ellis didn't even have time to act on the situation before Ensign Menzies made another announcement, that they had received a Priority One message from Starfleet Command. Talk about timing. Captain Ellis ordered it directed to her Ready Room, leaving the current situation in Thea's hands. He found his eyes shifting from the captain as she disappeared behind her Ready Room door to Thea. There was a part of him that wanted to say something, but he wasn't sure what. He just knew having a sidebar with Thea at this moment was beyond inappropriate. Yet, his eyes settled on the color of her uniform... at the pips that rested there. She was prepared for this, and she proved as much in short order. She fell into the roll of the ship's commander and quickly began issuing orders. The first being to respond to the distress call. The next was directed to Ensign Graham to alter course. Isaiah then heard the orders addressed to him. It was essentially what he'd been doing, but somehow the situation seemed to call for a bit more urgency. "Aye, Commander," Isaiah said as he turned his attention back to his console. He only found himself glancing upwards as Thea called for a red alert. Isaiah quickly returned his attention to his station. It didn't take long for him to identify something that indeed popped. He cross-referenced the readings he was detecting with the initial records. Naturally, it wouldn't be a match which wasn't very comforting. "Commander," Isaiah said, his eyes moving towards Thea's. "Sensors are detecting a nebula. A nebula that we have absolutely no record of." It may not have seemed like much of a revelation, but nebulae didn't just appear out of nowhere. ********** [NPC - PO1 S'Riia - Bridge, USS Mac] Typicallly, S'Riia found herself on the Bridge during the night watch. However, several requests had been made to remain aboard the station to greet the Sivaoans. S'Riia had done the opposite. Because of her own heritage, she knew that she would likely find herself pulled into an extended conversation. The similarities and differences between Caitians and Sivaoans was one better left to scientists. Something she was not. Of course, the routine of system checks and weapons inventories went out the window as the distress call came in. Almost immediately, S'Riia began to tap into the sensors to see what she could determine about the ships possibly attacking the Falcon. The inclusion of that one word made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. How was one possibly under attack? For S'Riia that seemed to suggest that facts were being omitted. Thus, she was keen to learn them on her on if she had to. Rendering aid was one thing, but the safety of the Mac's crew was her responsibility as well. She initiated the red alert at Lt. Commander Baker's order. The lights dimmed and the hue of red accented itself on tempo. "I have initial readings of possibly four ships including the Falcon," S'Riia reported. "Elevated neutrino levels in the area are making more detailed scans from this distance difficult. Though, it would suggest that one or more of the ships' nacelles took significant damage. If the Falcon would share their sensor logs, we may have a better idea of what to expect upon arrival, Commander."Naturally, when it rained it poured, because Ensign Quinn then announced that they had nebulae appearing out of thin air. Was this typical of the morning shift?
Tag: Thea Baker , Alex Graham , Caroline Riordan (Yeoman Hill)
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Judith Eastman
Civilian
Grandma
Posts: 2,593 Likes: 84
Rank: Civilian/other
Position: Civil Servant
Species: Human
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Post by Judith Eastman on May 11, 2020 18:46:43 GMT
[Ens. Lurai Sren – USS Mac – Sickbay] Looking up from her screen Lurai saw Dr Lunn, another Betazoid. She hardly knew him, they'd met maybe once before in sickbay but that was it. He seemed like a somewhat difficult fellow, but then he was a surgeon, so perhaps having a good bedside manner wasn't at the top of his list of priorities. Maybe he had lived among non-Betazoids for some time, for he didn't speak with his mind like most of them did when amongst their own people. She greeted him with a smile and answered him verbally since that was how he'd addressed her. ”Hello, Doctor, how are you today? Engineering said they're having some technical difficulties in the banquet hall. Not sure how that can affect our lights, but here we are. They're working on fixing it.” [NPC - Dr. (Lt.) Kece Lunn - Sickbay, USS Mac]Lunn was distinctly, visibly perplexed by that explanation. "The banquet hall is five decks away, isn't it?" he asked, still verbally, and with disdain. "I wouldn't be surprised if they're just slacking off."It was Lunn-ism at its finest: drawing the inevitable conclusion from the foundational assumption that everyone else was lazy, incompetent, or both. The middle-aged surgeon marched dramatically across Sickbay, and then turned to face the young Ensign once again. "Let this be a lesson to you, Ensign: no one, and I mean no one, in this fleet treats us in Medical with the appropriate respect for the essential work we do. We are, always, the bottom of the food chain," he proclaimed.
Tag Lurai Sren
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Kaya Som
Engineering/Ops
Site Historian
Yaya! You have survived! That's too bad!
Posts: 804 Likes: 108
Rank: Senior Chief Petty Officer
Position: Chief of Engineering
Species: Trill
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Post by Kaya Som on May 11, 2020 19:45:49 GMT
[Damian - Deck 12 - Banquet Hall] [...] His eyes flickered up to meet Som, his brows raised and his face neutral. He bit down a bristled response to being called 'old man', Damian hardly thought himself a day over thirty (despite occasionally his body protesting otherwise) as he took the equipment off of the crewman's hands. "Thank you, crewman." Damian replied, attempting to ignore the nickname. "I've got it covered here if you'd want to go assist Grippen." [...] [ Crwm Kaya Som - Deck 12 - Banquet Hall ]Kaya was going to crack that nut Oerstadt one of these days. Her irritation at his snippy disapproval over her unique wiring strategy had mostly passed, and the job was too small for two sets of hands so there really was no point for them both to stick around. "Right. Later, then." [ Crwm Kaya Som - Holodeck 1 ]Kaya chimed her way into Holodeck One to find a trio of officers considering an array of small model crafts hovering in the center of the gridded chamber. She strolled over, a head shorter than all of them and crossed her arms over her chest and waited for a break in the conversation. "Hi. Kaya Som," she introduced herself. All three of those present Kaya recognized from Flight Control. Two of them she only recoginized their faces, a Risian and a human. There was also Lieutenant O'Leary chief of that department. If they were expecting someone with more pips, well, you get what you get. "Lieutenant," she nodded to the senior officer. "How can I help?"
Tag: Damian Oerstadt , Felicity Ellis , Malik Grippen , Derek Black
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Thomas Jett
Civilian
Posts: 136 Likes: 5
Position: Civilian - Captain
Species: Human
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Post by Thomas Jett on May 11, 2020 23:24:13 GMT
[S.S. Falcon – Bridge] NPC – First Officer Aella . The First Officer sent the message pissed of what this “Salvage” operation turned into a FUBAR operation. Only former Starfleet Officer thought it was their job or their duty to try and help people. She saw things a little differently that her new “Captain”, they are no use dead and you can’t spend money and live well if you are dead. [ Ensign Lori Menzies - Bridge, USS Mac] =/\= This is the USS Mac calling the S.S Falcon, acknowledged, we have your coordinates and we're en-route to your position =/\= ************ The listened to the message and said to herself “Starfleet….about Bloody Time they did something useful” . She commented as she look at the screen. It was obvious that the ship was going to be ambushed any second now. She looked at the screen and observed the ground battle between Jett. The man was pinned down and the hull integrity of the ship was down. “FRACK!!” She yelled as she observed the sensor data. Twelve ships jump out of war and they appeared to be surrounding both the Falcon and the ship. She then told herself [colo=olive] “We’re Surrounded” [/color]. She then responded to the comm =/\= “S.S. Falcon to the U.S.S. Mac, acknowledged. Better get your butts up here fast or they might not be anyone to rescue…we are surrounded. =/\= . She mentioned as she prepared the weapons. The Falcon could take some of these ship by itself but it was not 12
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