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 Sept 2, 2020 9:53:24 GMT
Lt. (j.g.) Isaiah Quinn - CMO's Quarters, USS Mac] As the door parted, Isaiah's smile broadened at the sight of his girlfriend. She greeted him, making note that she knew that this little gathering was out of the ordinary, but she clearly had some motive for choosing her quarters as the site for breakfast over the Mess Hall. After stepping inside, he soon saw the dining table, and was impressed with the set up. "Wow," he remarked as he began to move towards it. "What's all this?" It was certainly more of a spread than either of them would have gotten in the Mess Hall. Which of course begged the question of whether this was some sort of special occasion. His mind raced briefly, trying to see if he'd forgotten anything. To the best of his knowledge, he hadn't. They had celebrated her birthday while away on Aitrus, and they were weeks away from any sort of anniversary. He moved towards the table and began to inspect the contents of the spread. "Belgian Waffles, Argelian sausage, Hekaran egg broth, Nuvian toast and Kelpian jam," the science officer noted. He stood there shaking his head. "What didn't you replicate?" he asked chuckling.
Tag: Thea Baker [CMO's Quarters - USS Mac] Of course preparing this latest surprise for Isaiah would no doubt continue to win her the top girlfriend award, not that she did it for any other reason apart from showing how much he meant to her and well he deserved to be. Although the second he smiled at her, all thoughts of the promotion and starting the celebrations immediately took second place in the back of her mind, until he saw the food laden table and reacted to it. That was all she needed to hear, however remained silent as she took the opportunity to retrieve the box containing his well deserved new pip and followed him over to the table, where he naturally began to inspect what was on offer. Okay she may of gone a little overboard but it wasn't often that they got to feast like this and what with the exercises they were about to embark on with the Nyberrite Alliance, doubted that they would get the chance to do something like this until they were back on Front Ear. So as he reeled off his favourites and asked what she hadn't replicated whilst chuckling. Thea grinned as she began her confession, knowing that this would be the perfect time to do so, before they got distracted by the delicious food. " Well I'll admit that I had some help, this is all freshly prepared rather than replicated ... although I do make a mean replicated bacon and mushroom pancakes".Joking aside, Thea looked at her boyfriend, knowing that the secret was soon to be revealed. " You see, I wanted to do something a little special as I have some wonderful news to tell you" she said, pausing slightly for effect as she produced the small box and held it out to him. " Congratulations Babe .... I mean full Lieutenant Isaiah Quinn, Chief of Science".
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Matthew Harmon
Intelligence
[TI42] Frontier's Most Malcontent Malcontent
Posts: 540 Likes: 18
Rank: Lieutenant Commander
Position: Intelligence Officer
Species: Human
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Post by Matthew Harmon on Sept 2, 2020 13:36:54 GMT
[LCDR Matthew Harmon - Bridge]
It wasn't often that Harmon was in a good mood. However, it was rare for even him to be in as bad a mood as he was on this day. Not only did they continue to allow the Nyberrite Alliance to operate relatively unmolested but now they were actively working with them, legitimising the band of mercenaries driven by avarice and a thirst for blood. As he took his seat next to the commander, his overall mood was almost palpable. He said nothing and instead stared blankly into the viewscreen as he went over his plans in his head once more.
[PO2 Bav Th'cherreq - Docking Port] Generally Bav was left alone by his boss. The two men didn't like each other and sure as hell didn't respect each other. Bav didn't care for his job, he did the bare minimum and was just waiting out for retirement. Not that Harmon would have noticed, he seemed to spend all his time drinking, reading, or talking to the young and irritating special little miss Hudson. He hated being stuck in that office all day, almost as much as he hated being forced to actually do his job. Today however, he had been made accompany the Mac on it's mission with the Alliance. As the only other person working in Intelligence on Front Ear, he had been ordered to investigate and gather intelligence on their station disguised as an Operations Petty Officer given that Harmon's position was known but Bav's was not. This was sure to be a tedious day.
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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 Sept 2, 2020 16:57:10 GMT
[NPC - Captain Rez Jogann - Command Center, Starbase Sigma 4] The Brikarian stared at the image of the Sovereign-class vessel approaching. He could hear the hail asking for clearance and instructions to dock. In Jogann's opinion, this was just another pain in the ass. He could remember his orders: maintain the peace, and be diplomatic where the Fleeters were concerned. Well, he certainly wasn't going to let them run amok on the station. The protocols for visiting the Sigma 4 had been sent. It was up to them to abide by them. He looked over at the Klingon, Ges. "Open the floodgates of hell," he mumbled, conceding for her to grant them clearance. The large figure began to move towards the turbolift. As the doors parted, he stepped inside and looked back at those remaining in the command center. His eyes fell upon Ges. "If this goes off without bloodshed, the first round of bloodwine is on me." As the doors hissed shut, the Brikarian called out his destination. "Plaza, Upper level,"As he felt the lift move into motion, Jogann lifted his heavy arm so that he could speak into his communicator on the back of his hand. "Jogann to Neema. They should be heading your way soon. First sign of trouble, call me. Jogann out." Those negotiators in the Diplomatic Corps had a knack for keeping up the sunny disposition, but Jogann was sure that the only reason rookie had landed this gig because she was the one on the bottom rung. That, or she was so green that she volunteered for it. [ LT(JG) Joshua Niles - Bridge, USS Mac ] "Excellent work, Mister Aubrey," replied Niles when the data came to him. It was excellent, and would to well into the database of Nyberrite ships they already had. It never was a bad idea to try and keep data as current as possible for future use. Some might call that dishonest, but he had no illusions that the Alliance had every passive sensor they could spare pointed at the Mac to get the entirety of her emissions fingerprint. "Now, I need you to do the same for every Nyberrite ship you can get on passives until the underway Bridge watch is dismissed. And Mister Aubrey, take a breath and relax... before you strain something in your back."Niles simply had to grin when he said that much. After all, not that long ago he had been told he needed to relax by Commander Eastman herself when she had promoted him... and that had been part of the after-action review of his Bridge Officer's Exam. He needed to learn to relax himself... and it was good advice worth passing on. And speaking of which, the order to prepare for docking came from the XO, and he returned his attention to his board. "Aye Ma'am, just a moment."Then, he opened a channel, and given the routine nature of the call, he handled it himself as to let the Commander worry about the ship-handing requirements of the docking procedures. =A= "Sigma-4 Station, this is the Federation Starship USS Mac on approach. Requesting docking clearance and instructions."=A= [NPC - [Nyberrite] 1st Lieutenant Ges, daughter of Suwruq - Command Center, Sigma-4 Station]Ges didn't quite share Capt. Jogann's cynicism, but she had a cynical attitude of her own. The Federation were complacent, passive, but not malicious. =A= "This is Sigma-4 Station. USS Mac, approach Docking Port 2. I'm sending the approach path to you now," =A= she answered succinctly. ***[ LT(JG) Joshua Niles - Bridge, USS Mac ] "Excellent work, Mister Aubrey," replied Niles when the data came to him. It was excellent, and would to well into the database of Nyberrite ships they already had. It never was a bad idea to try and keep data as current as possible for future use. Some might call that dishonest, but he had no illusions that the Alliance had every passive sensor they could spare pointed at the Mac to get the entirety of her emissions fingerprint. "Now, I need you to do the same for every Nyberrite ship you can get on passives until the underway Bridge watch is dismissed. And Mister Aubrey, take a breath and relax... before you strain something in your back."Niles simply had to grin when he said that much. After all, not that long ago he had been told he needed to relax by Commander Eastman herself when she had promoted him... and that had been part of the after-action review of his Bridge Officer's Exam. He needed to learn to relax himself... and it was good advice worth passing on. And speaking of which, the order to prepare for docking came from the XO, and he returned his attention to his board. "Aye Ma'am, just a moment."Then, he opened a channel, and given the routine nature of the call, he handled it himself as to let the Commander worry about the ship-handing requirements of the docking procedures. =A= "Sigma-4 Station, this is the Federation Starship USS Mac on approach. Requesting docking clearance and instructions."=A= [Ens. James Aubrey - Bridge, USS Mac] James smiled as Lieutenant Niles praised his work. The task had been simple, almost impossible to screw up, and not particularly difficult, but still it was exciting to be officially praised for something. His pride took a bit of a hit when he received a piece of advice from the officer that confused him - relax? Strain his back? James didn't feel tense, or even particularly anxious ... so the advice mostly fell flat to him. He was blissfully unaware of how he might be perceived; all he knew was his joy to be working on the bridge of the ship. "Ah .... yes Lieutenant. Thank you," he said politely, turning his head back to his station in order to carry out the further task that Lieutenant Niles had given him. At about the same time, Commander Eastman officially took command and gave her first orders of the morning. Conveniently for him, he had simply been told to continue with his work. "Yes Commander," he said happily as he continued scanning and sending reports of the various other starships around the station. At some point, he happened to notice the entrance of a Caitian. He had never met a member of the species, and stopped a moment to observe the (to him) unique specimen. Memories of biology lectures flickered through his mind before he turned back to his work, his lips spread in a small smile. [ Lt, jg. Aravis - Main Bridge] Lieutenant (squee) Aravis was beginning to quite enjoy the casual atmosphere on the Mac’s bridge. Almost too much. Commander Eastman certainly liked to ply them with food. The young Ba’ku darted from her station and grabbed a pastry, with a quick duck of her head in thanks, not even paying attention to which she ended up with, and returned, knowing that the Nyberrite station would be sending through docking protocols any time. Back at her post, Aravis got a couple of bites of what turned out to be cheese boureka before the first officer hailed the station. Yes, ma’am, she responded to the order to stand by. Her fingers danced a little nervously above her console, mapping out the controls she’d need for docking. This was her first time at the helm of the Mac since her disastrous runabout trip to Kerelia. She could do this. She’d docked ships of all sizes many times without any problems...mostly in simulation, but still. There were a lot of other young officers on the bridge, which made her both nervous and feel better. On the one hand, with a bridge full of greenies, well, there were bound to be little mistakes; at the same time, Aravis wanted to stand out amongst her fellows to and for the commander. [LCDR Matthew Harmon - Bridge]
It wasn't often that Harmon was in a good mood. However, it was rare for even him to be in as bad a mood as he was on this day. Not only did they continue to allow the Nyberrite Alliance to operate relatively unmolested but now they were actively working with them, legitimising the band of mercenaries driven by avarice and a thirst for blood. As he took his seat next to the commander, his overall mood was almost palpable. He said nothing and instead stared blankly into the viewscreen as he went over his plans in his head once more. [Cmdr. Judith Eastman(-Williams) & Ens. Mabel Henriksen - Bridge, USS Mac]There are some who would consider this collection of Junior Officers to be a JV team. Judy had held her commission for longer than everyone else here combined. Heck, Harmon probably would attain that distinction, if she wasn't sitting here. Therein lay an opportunity. The green bunch could lend themselves to being underestimated, and they could very well be free of some of the paradigms that constrained a veteran officer's thinking. Not to mention, in these low stakes, these young officers could gain valuable experience, without any of the real bloodshed that gave their current boss so much of hers. Perhaps most saliently, Judy knew quite well that the youth - energetic, fresh-faced, and ambitious - were the leaders of the future; when the time would come for her to retire, these would be the Captains. =A= "Thank you, station," =A= Judy answered the officer on the other side of the hail. "Ms. Aravis, take us in."The older woman adjusted her spectacles with one hand, then tapped her commbadge to make a ship-wide announcement. =A= "Good morning. This is Commander Eastman. We're coming in to dock right now at Nyberrite station Sigma-4. If you'd like to participate in the War Games, you should remain onboard the ship. If you want to explore the station, you are welcome to do so; please conduct yourself courteously and diplomatically, make sure your appearance is presentable, and don't get drunk. With that in mind, I hope you enjoy your time. Eastman out." =A= She cast her eyes around the bridge, to the collection of junior Officers, and Harmon. "Ladies and gentlemen, I want to win this thing, and I want to hear your thoughts on how we make that happen."Judy liked to make it known that she valued the perspectives of those under her in the chain of command, however green.
Tag everyone, esp. bridge ( Ozu Saya , Matthew Harmon , Joshua Niles , K'Dex , James Aubrey )
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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 Sept 2, 2020 17:18:16 GMT
[ PO2 Kaya Som | Starbase Sigma 4 - Docking ]When the joint exercises were announced, Kaya had played all her cards to get scheduled off-ship. The rumors about the Nyberrite Alliance had been swirling since their arrival at Frontier Station months ago, but the last thing she wanted right now was to participate in more military-style posturing. Their encounter with the Jupiter Star last month had been more than she'd ever bargained for. Her recent promotion to PO2 had done less to ameliorate her discontent than to solidify a growing sourness over her career choices. When the doors of the docking port opened, they were all met by an Alliance officer. Kaya lifted her hand in a tired wave. "Hi. Kaya Som. Where should we be?" Isaiah Quinn (Neema)
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James Aubrey
Science
Posts: 35 Likes: 1
Rank: Ensign
Position: Science Officer
Species: Human
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Post by James Aubrey on Sept 2, 2020 17:33:21 GMT
[Ens. James Aubrey - Bridge, USS Mac] As James continued to work at his station, his attention snapped to Commander Eastman's announcement. His heart raced as he heard her speak, his eagerness to see his first action getting him quite excited. His heart nearly leapt into his throat when the Commander asked for the opinions of her Bridge Crew. He turned over his shoulder to look at her, and cleared his throat. "Commander," he said, hoping he wasn't stepping on any toes by speaking up so quickly but in any case unwilling to cap his ambition, "in my opinion, the Alliance has one major advantage over the Federation - they know us. Our codes, procedures, and our weaponry are either common public knowledge or easy enough to guess at in most cases. Not to mention their penchant for poaching our people at any opportunity. I am sure Tactical will have a more than effective plan for us," he said, nodding his head to Lieutenant Niles, "but, in my opinion Ma'am - if we do this thing by-the-book, we're doomed. We need something bold." James was a stickler for formality and proper procedure, but not if it meant being defeated. "Maybe I'm showing my age here," he half-joked, a smile on his face, "but perhaps you could tell us a little more about the parameters and objectives of the games today? With more information, we can better formulate a plan of attack. Something they won't expect."
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Joshua Niles
Security & Tactical
[TI22]
Posts: 649 Likes: 21
Rank: Lieutenant
Position: Tactical Officer
Species: Human
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Post by Joshua Niles on Sept 2, 2020 17:58:42 GMT
[Bridge, USS Mac] As he stepped off the turbolift, his let his claws extend till they clicked slightly against the deck, and retracted again. It was one of a variety of odd habits that K'Dex had, but it gave him a bit more feeling of stability whenever changing onto or off the turbolift. On the ride up, he'd been forcing himself into what he called his "professional" mindset. He was an officer now, not an engineer. His eyes scanned quickly over the bridge, recognizing very few of the faces, before resolutely walking over to the engineering station, and sitting down. It afforded him an excellent view of the main screen, and he softly began the scans that would be automatically recorded. Then he leaned back slightly, and let his eyes drift over the view, looking for what stood out to him. [ Lt, jg. Aravis - Main Bridge] Lieutenant (squee) Aravis was beginning to quite enjoy the casual atmosphere on the Mac’s bridge. Almost too much. Commander Eastman certainly liked to ply them with food. The young Ba’ku darted from her station and grabbed a pastry, with a quick duck of her head in thanks, not even paying attention to which she ended up with, and returned, knowing that the Nyberrite station would be sending through docking protocols any time. Back at her post, Aravis got a couple of bites of what turned out to be cheese boureka before the first officer hailed the station. Yes, ma’am, she responded to the order to stand by. Her fingers danced a little nervously above her console, mapping out the controls she’d need for docking. This was her first time at the helm of the Mac since her disastrous runabout trip to Kerelia. She could do this. She’d docked ships of all sizes many times without any problems...mostly in simulation, but still. There were a lot of other young officers on the bridge, which made her both nervous and feel better. On the one hand, with a bridge full of greenies, well, there were bound to be little mistakes; at the same time, Aravis wanted to stand out amongst her fellows to and for the commander. [NPC - Captain Rez Jogann - Command Center, Starbase Sigma 4] The Brikarian stared at the image of the Sovereign-class vessel approaching. He could hear the hail asking for clearance and instructions to dock. In Jogann's opinion, this was just another pain in the ass. He could remember his orders: maintain the peace, and be diplomatic where the Fleeters were concerned. Well, he certainly wasn't going to let them run amok on the station. The protocols for visiting the Sigma 4 had been sent. It was up to them to abide by them. He looked over at the Klingon, Ges. "Open the floodgates of hell," he mumbled, conceding for her to grant them clearance. The large figure began to move towards the turbolift. As the doors parted, he stepped inside and looked back at those remaining in the command center. His eyes fell upon Ges. "If this goes off without bloodshed, the first round of bloodwine is on me." As the doors hissed shut, the Brikarian called out his destination. "Plaza, Upper level,"As he felt the lift move into motion, Jogann lifted his heavy arm so that he could speak into his communicator on the back of his hand. "Jogann to Neema. They should be heading your way soon. First sign of trouble, call me. Jogann out." Those negotiators in the Diplomatic Corps had a knack for keeping up the sunny disposition, but Jogann was sure that the only reason rookie had landed this gig because she was the one on the bottom rung. That, or she was so green that she volunteered for it. [LCDR Matthew Harmon - Bridge]
It wasn't often that Harmon was in a good mood. However, it was rare for even him to be in as bad a mood as he was on this day. Not only did they continue to allow the Nyberrite Alliance to operate relatively&unmolested but now they were actively working with them, legitimising the band of mercenaries driven by avarice and a thirst for blood. As he took his seat next to the commander, his overall mood was almost palpable. He said nothing and instead stared blankly into the viewscreen as he went over his plans in his head once more.
[NPC - [Nyberrite] 1st Lieutenant Ges, daughter of Suwruq - Command Center, Sigma-4 Station]Ges didn't quite share Capt. Jogann's cynicism, but she had a cynical attitude of her own. The Federation were complacent, passive, but not malicious. =A= "This is Sigma-4 Station. USS Mac, approach Docking Port 2. I'm sending the approach path to you now," =A= she answered succinctly. ***
[Cmdr. Judith Eastman(-Williams) & Ens. Mabel Henriksen - Bridge, USS Mac]There are some who would consider this collection of Junior Officers to be a JV team. Judy had held her commission for longer than everyone else here combined. Heck, Harmon probably would attain that distinction, if she wasn't sitting here. Therein lay an opportunity. The green bunch could lend themselves to being underestimated, and they could very well be free of some of the paradigms that constrained a veteran officer's thinking. Not to mention, in these low stakes, these young officers could gain valuable experience, without any of the real bloodshed that gave their current boss so much of hers. Perhaps most saliently, Judy knew quite well that the youth - energetic, fresh-faced, and ambitious - were the leaders of the future; when the time would come for her to retire, these would be the Captains. =A= "Thank you, station," =A= Judy answered the officer on the other side of the hail. "Ms. Aravis, take us in."The older woman adjusted her spectacles with one hand, then tapped her commbadge to make a ship-wide announcement. =A= "Good morning. This is Commander Eastman. We're coming in to dock right now at Nyberrite station Sigma-4. If you'd like to participate in the War Games, you should remain onboard the ship. If you want to explore the station, you are welcome to do so; please conduct yourself courteously and diplomatically, make sure your appearance is presentable, and don't get drunk. With that in mind, I hope you enjoy your time. Eastman out." =A= She cast her eyes around the bridge, to the collection of junior Officers, and Harmon. "Ladies and gentlemen, I want to win this thing, and I want to hear your thoughts on how we make that happen."Judy liked to make it known that she valued the perspectives of those under her in the chain of command, however green. [Ens. James Aubrey - Bridge, USS Mac] As James continued to work at his station, his attention snapped to Commander Eastman's announcement. His heart raced as he heard her speak, his eagerness to see his first action getting him quite excited. His heart nearly leapt into his throat when the Commander asked for the opinions of her Bridge Crew. He turned over his shoulder to look at her, and cleared his throat. "Commander," he said, hoping he wasn't stepping on any toes by speaking up so quickly but in any case unwilling to cap his ambition, "in my opinion, the Alliance has one major advantage over the Federation - they know us. Our codes, procedures, and our weaponry are either common public knowledge or easy enough to guess at in most cases. Not to mention their penchant for poaching our people at any opportunity. I am sure Tactical will have a more than effective plan for us," he said, nodding his head to Lieutenant Niles, "but, in my opinion Ma'am - if we do this thing by-the-book, we're doomed. We need something bold." James was a stickler for formality and proper procedure, but not if it meant being defeated. "Maybe I'm showing my age here," he half-joked, a smile on his face, "but perhaps you could tell us a little more about the parameters and objectives of the games today? With more information, we can better formulate a plan of attack. Something they won't expect." [ LT(JG) Joshua Niles - Bridge, USS Mac ]Once the docking instructions were sent out, Niles double, then triple-checked that his combat systems were locked down. Of course, it required undoing multiple lock-outs to bring weapons online, let alone fire them, but docking procedures at a putatively friendly station called for ensuring all would be safe, lest there might be the possibility of a tragic accident. While Commander Eastman gave her speech over the shipwide intercom, the Tactical Officer had every intention to stay on board. In fact, he had been preparing for that since they had departed for Sigma Four, and just now he was working some of is preparations towards those war-games. He was always looking at opportunities to improve on his combat expertise, especially following the Talorian fiasco. And if he wanted to truly achieve the the position of chief tactical officer for the Mac, he would have to prove he had the chops to back up his ambition. Aubrey, though, was the first one to speak to their upcoming series of exercises. "Commander, I've been reviewing what little we know about the Nyberrites' ships, and I've had Mister Aubrey start compiling emission profiles on everything we can see since we got in this system. At least it'll give us some better target definition and we'll be a lot less likely to be able to fool us."Then, he considered what the young man had to say, though there was much more he had to worry about. And among those, there was the fact they would be operating with an independent armed power they didn't really trust. "However, in the meantime, we should be sure to put lock-outs and governors on all our systems to make sure we don't exceed our maximum published capabilities. We don't need the Nyberrites to know exactly what we're capable of."
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Ozu Saya
Engineering/Ops
[TI19]
Posts: 878 Likes: 29
Rank: Master Chief Petty Officer
Position: CoB/Chief Engineer
Species: Vulcan-Bajoran
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Post by Ozu Saya on Sept 2, 2020 19:23:06 GMT
[ 1st Lt. Robyn Banks - Operations - Bridge, NSS Soteria] This was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad idea, Robyn thought as engineering reported in. She had no desire to see her former crewmates, even as short a time as that was the case, but for some reason, the Alliance kept throwing back in with Starfleet. Ridiculous. But maybe she could avoid any contact herself, certainly by staying aboard the Soteria since the Mac’s crew was being invited to visit the Alliance’s station. Yes, she’d just stay on the ship, maybe work some extra shifts, start garnering some goodwill with her peers and superiors. [NPC - Colonel Helena Vasser - Bridge, N.S.S. Soteria] Upon hearing the initial response from Engineering, Vasser arched her eyebrow. Her eyes shifted to look towards Lieutenant Banks, wondering if there was an issue with communications. However, the engineer went on to say more, reporting that the modifications to the engines were complete along with the weapons upgrade as well as synching the shield and tractor systems. It even seemed that the refits to the light crafts had been done as well. In Vasser's opinion, that was one of many things that would likely give them an edge. =0= "Excellent work," =0= Vasser praised. =0= "It sounds as if we're well ahead of schedule. Keep me apprised of the work being done to the sensor grid as well as fortifying our power grid. Vasser out." =0=It seemed that things seemed to be progressing quite nicely indeed. Vasser was rather excited about this exercise, even if a number of her crew weren't. Still, most seemed to like the idea of having an opportunity to show up the Fleeters. Perhaps it could be a step in shrinking the rift between the two crews. "Lt. Banks," she said to the operations officer, one whom had actually served with members of the Mac's crew. "Give us a little peek at the Mac's emissions. See how they stand up to Major Chromar's last report. I'm sure they gave her a tune up, but I'd like to know if there are going to be any surprises from her."Vasser leaned back in her chair. There was still a while before they began. After all, some of the crew would be heading to the station. It almost made Vasser wonder if the Mac's commander was planning to take some of the rookies through the paces, or actually give the Soteria a test. If so, they'd find the Soteria more of a challenge than anticipated. As an Aegis-class cruiser, she was built to take a pounding, but she was still capable of sparring with the best of them.
Tag: Ozu Saya (1st Lt. Banks), Avi Moz [ 1st Lt. Robyn Banks - Operations - Bridge, NSS Soteria] Robyn listened to the report from engineering and wondered if the Soteria really had any chance, even in simulated battle, against a Sovereign-class. It seemed overly-ambitious to hope for anything more than maybe fighting them to a draw. Yes, Colonel, she said in response to Vasser's order. Robyn had never served on the Mac, but the Sovereign's specs were fairly well known at this point. After a couple of minutes, she reported, Colonel, the ship seems to be running at reduced capacity. Nothing special at all. They could be planning on pulling surprise maneuvers on us, since they know we're likely to have a lot of knowledge about what would be standard. Their engineers might have also gone out of the way to camouflage any extra capabilities. If they have their chief engineer with them, I'd expect some nasty surprises. I've heard she can get really creative in a pinch. Unfortunately, there wasn't much more to say, unless Vasser wanted her to try a little hacking. Robyn eyed the woman speculatively, unsure whether it would be considered cheating and how the colonel would feel about it.
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[NPC - Captain Rez Jogann - Command Center, Starbase Sigma 4] The Brikarian stared at the image of the Sovereign-class vessel approaching. He could hear the hail asking for clearance and instructions to dock. In Jogann's opinion, this was just another pain in the ass. He could remember his orders: maintain the peace, and be diplomatic where the Fleeters were concerned. Well, he certainly wasn't going to let them run amok on the station. The protocols for visiting the Sigma 4 had been sent. It was up to them to abide by them. He looked over at the Klingon, Ges. "Open the floodgates of hell," he mumbled, conceding for her to grant them clearance. The large figure began to move towards the turbolift. As the doors parted, he stepped inside and looked back at those remaining in the command center. His eyes fell upon Ges. "If this goes off without bloodshed, the first round of bloodwine is on me." As the doors hissed shut, the Brikarian called out his destination. "Plaza, Upper level,"As he felt the lift move into motion, Jogann lifted his heavy arm so that he could speak into his communicator on the back of his hand. "Jogann to Neema. They should be heading your way soon. First sign of trouble, call me. Jogann out." Those negotiators in the Diplomatic Corps had a knack for keeping up the sunny disposition, but Jogann was sure that the only reason rookie had landed this gig because she was the one on the bottom rung. That, or she was so green that she volunteered for it. [ LT(JG) Joshua Niles - Bridge, USS Mac ] "Excellent work, Mister Aubrey," replied Niles when the data came to him. It was excellent, and would to well into the database of Nyberrite ships they already had. It never was a bad idea to try and keep data as current as possible for future use. Some might call that dishonest, but he had no illusions that the Alliance had every passive sensor they could spare pointed at the Mac to get the entirety of her emissions fingerprint. "Now, I need you to do the same for every Nyberrite ship you can get on passives until the underway Bridge watch is dismissed. And Mister Aubrey, take a breath and relax... before you strain something in your back."Niles simply had to grin when he said that much. After all, not that long ago he had been told he needed to relax by Commander Eastman herself when she had promoted him... and that had been part of the after-action review of his Bridge Officer's Exam. He needed to learn to relax himself... and it was good advice worth passing on. And speaking of which, the order to prepare for docking came from the XO, and he returned his attention to his board. "Aye Ma'am, just a moment."Then, he opened a channel, and given the routine nature of the call, he handled it himself as to let the Commander worry about the ship-handing requirements of the docking procedures. =A= "Sigma-4 Station, this is the Federation Starship USS Mac on approach. Requesting docking clearance and instructions."=A= [NPC - [Nyberrite] 1st Lieutenant Ges, daughter of Suwruq - Command Center, Sigma-4 Station]Ges didn't quite share Capt. Jogann's cynicism, but she had a cynical attitude of her own. The Federation were complacent, passive, but not malicious. =A= "This is Sigma-4 Station. USS Mac, approach Docking Port 2. I'm sending the approach path to you now," =A= she answered succinctly. ***[ LT(JG) Joshua Niles - Bridge, USS Mac ] "Excellent work, Mister Aubrey," replied Niles when the data came to him. It was excellent, and would to well into the database of Nyberrite ships they already had. It never was a bad idea to try and keep data as current as possible for future use. Some might call that dishonest, but he had no illusions that the Alliance had every passive sensor they could spare pointed at the Mac to get the entirety of her emissions fingerprint. "Now, I need you to do the same for every Nyberrite ship you can get on passives until the underway Bridge watch is dismissed. And Mister Aubrey, take a breath and relax... before you strain something in your back."Niles simply had to grin when he said that much. After all, not that long ago he had been told he needed to relax by Commander Eastman herself when she had promoted him... and that had been part of the after-action review of his Bridge Officer's Exam. He needed to learn to relax himself... and it was good advice worth passing on. And speaking of which, the order to prepare for docking came from the XO, and he returned his attention to his board. "Aye Ma'am, just a moment."Then, he opened a channel, and given the routine nature of the call, he handled it himself as to let the Commander worry about the ship-handing requirements of the docking procedures. =A= "Sigma-4 Station, this is the Federation Starship USS Mac on approach. Requesting docking clearance and instructions."=A= [Ens. James Aubrey - Bridge, USS Mac] James smiled as Lieutenant Niles praised his work. The task had been simple, almost impossible to screw up, and not particularly difficult, but still it was exciting to be officially praised for something. His pride took a bit of a hit when he received a piece of advice from the officer that confused him - relax? Strain his back? James didn't feel tense, or even particularly anxious ... so the advice mostly fell flat to him. He was blissfully unaware of how he might be perceived; all he knew was his joy to be working on the bridge of the ship. "Ah .... yes Lieutenant. Thank you," he said politely, turning his head back to his station in order to carry out the further task that Lieutenant Niles had given him. At about the same time, Commander Eastman officially took command and gave her first orders of the morning. Conveniently for him, he had simply been told to continue with his work. "Yes Commander," he said happily as he continued scanning and sending reports of the various other starships around the station. At some point, he happened to notice the entrance of a Caitian. He had never met a member of the species, and stopped a moment to observe the (to him) unique specimen. Memories of biology lectures flickered through his mind before he turned back to his work, his lips spread in a small smile. [ Lt, jg. Aravis - Main Bridge] Lieutenant (squee) Aravis was beginning to quite enjoy the casual atmosphere on the Mac’s bridge. Almost too much. Commander Eastman certainly liked to ply them with food. The young Ba’ku darted from her station and grabbed a pastry, with a quick duck of her head in thanks, not even paying attention to which she ended up with, and returned, knowing that the Nyberrite station would be sending through docking protocols any time. Back at her post, Aravis got a couple of bites of what turned out to be cheese boureka before the first officer hailed the station. Yes, ma’am, she responded to the order to stand by. Her fingers danced a little nervously above her console, mapping out the controls she’d need for docking. This was her first time at the helm of the Mac since her disastrous runabout trip to Kerelia. She could do this. She’d docked ships of all sizes many times without any problems...mostly in simulation, but still. There were a lot of other young officers on the bridge, which made her both nervous and feel better. On the one hand, with a bridge full of greenies, well, there were bound to be little mistakes; at the same time, Aravis wanted to stand out amongst her fellows to and for the commander. [LCDR Matthew Harmon - Bridge]
It wasn't often that Harmon was in a good mood. However, it was rare for even him to be in as bad a mood as he was on this day. Not only did they continue to allow the Nyberrite Alliance to operate relatively unmolested but now they were actively working with them, legitimising the band of mercenaries driven by avarice and a thirst for blood. As he took his seat next to the commander, his overall mood was almost palpable. He said nothing and instead stared blankly into the viewscreen as he went over his plans in his head once more. [Cmdr. Judith Eastman(-Williams) & Ens. Mabel Henriksen - Bridge, USS Mac]There are some who would consider this collection of Junior Officers to be a JV team. Judy had held her commission for longer than everyone else here combined. Heck, Harmon probably would attain that distinction, if she wasn't sitting here. Therein lay an opportunity. The green bunch could lend themselves to being underestimated, and they could very well be free of some of the paradigms that constrained a veteran officer's thinking. Not to mention, in these low stakes, these young officers could gain valuable experience, without any of the real bloodshed that gave their current boss so much of hers. Perhaps most saliently, Judy knew quite well that the youth - energetic, fresh-faced, and ambitious - were the leaders of the future; when the time would come for her to retire, these would be the Captains. =A= "Thank you, station," =A= Judy answered the officer on the other side of the hail. "Ms. Aravis, take us in."The older woman adjusted her spectacles with one hand, then tapped her commbadge to make a ship-wide announcement. =A= "Good morning. This is Commander Eastman. We're coming in to dock right now at Nyberrite station Sigma-4. If you'd like to participate in the War Games, you should remain onboard the ship. If you want to explore the station, you are welcome to do so; please conduct yourself courteously and diplomatically, make sure your appearance is presentable, and don't get drunk. With that in mind, I hope you enjoy your time. Eastman out." =A= She cast her eyes around the bridge, to the collection of junior Officers, and Harmon. "Ladies and gentlemen, I want to win this thing, and I want to hear your thoughts on how we make that happen."Judy liked to make it known that she valued the perspectives of those under her in the chain of command, however green.
Tag everyone, esp. bridge ( Ozu Saya , Matthew Harmon , Joshua Niles , K'Dex , James Aubrey ) [ Lt, jg. Aravis - Main Bridge] Aye, Commander, Aravis answered quickly. Docking port 2, adjusting heading to approach, switching to maneuvering thrusters. Thankfully, when it came down to the actual docking procedure, Aravis' fingers remembered exactly what they were supposed to do, and in short order, the Mac had bumped lightly against the station and locked onto the port. Docking complete. Engines going to standby, she reported. Aravis turned in her seat as Judy made her announcement. There was no way she was going to miss the chance to pilot the ship through these games. The Ba'ku listened with interest as her colleagues made suggestions. Commander, I've worked up some non-standard evasive maneuvers that might be useful. I'd prefer to run a couple of simulations on the holodeck if we have the time, but I think they might be unexpected enough to give the Alliance pause.
Tag bridge, mostly Judith Eastman [/quote]
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K'Dex
Engineering/Ops
[TI20]
Posts: 50 Likes: 2
Rank: Ensign
Position: Engineering
Species: Caitian
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Post by K'Dex on Sept 2, 2020 21:11:43 GMT
[Cmdr. Judith Eastman(-Williams) & Ens. Mabel Henriksen - Bridge, USS Mac]There are some who would consider this collection of Junior Officers to be a JV team. Judy had held her commission for longer than everyone else here combined. Heck, Harmon probably would attain that distinction, if she wasn't sitting here. Therein lay an opportunity. The green bunch could lend themselves to being underestimated, and they could very well be free of some of the paradigms that constrained a veteran officer's thinking. Not to mention, in these low stakes, these young officers could gain valuable experience, without any of the real bloodshed that gave their current boss so much of hers. Perhaps most saliently, Judy knew quite well that the youth - energetic, fresh-faced, and ambitious - were the leaders of the future; when the time would come for her to retire, these would be the Captains. =A= "Thank you, station," =A= Judy answered the officer on the other side of the hail. "Ms. Aravis, take us in."The older woman adjusted her spectacles with one hand, then tapped her commbadge to make a ship-wide announcement. =A= "Good morning. This is Commander Eastman. We're coming in to dock right now at Nyberrite station Sigma-4. If you'd like to participate in the War Games, you should remain onboard the ship. If you want to explore the station, you are welcome to do so; please conduct yourself courteously and diplomatically, make sure your appearance is presentable, and don't get drunk. With that in mind, I hope you enjoy your time. Eastman out." =A= She cast her eyes around the bridge, to the collection of junior Officers, and Harmon. "Ladies and gentlemen, I want to win this thing, and I want to hear your thoughts on how we make that happen."Judy liked to make it known that she valued the perspectives of those under her in the chain of command, however green.
Tag everyone, esp. bridge ( Ozu Saya , Matthew Harmon , Joshua Niles , K'Dex , James Aubrey ) [Ens. James Aubrey - Bridge, USS Mac] As James continued to work at his station, his attention snapped to Commander Eastman's announcement. His heart raced as he heard her speak, his eagerness to see his first action getting him quite excited. His heart nearly leapt into his throat when the Commander asked for the opinions of her Bridge Crew. He turned over his shoulder to look at her, and cleared his throat. "Commander," he said, hoping he wasn't stepping on any toes by speaking up so quickly but in any case unwilling to cap his ambition, "in my opinion, the Alliance has one major advantage over the Federation - they know us. Our codes, procedures, and our weaponry are either common public knowledge or easy enough to guess at in most cases. Not to mention their penchant for poaching our people at any opportunity. I am sure Tactical will have a more than effective plan for us," he said, nodding his head to Lieutenant Niles, "but, in my opinion Ma'am - if we do this thing by-the-book, we're doomed. We need something bold." James was a stickler for formality and proper procedure, but not if it meant being defeated. "Maybe I'm showing my age here," he half-joked, a smile on his face, "but perhaps you could tell us a little more about the parameters and objectives of the games today? With more information, we can better formulate a plan of attack. Something they won't expect."
Tag Judith Eastman Joshua Niles and soft tags for the rest of the bridge [ LT(JG) Joshua Niles - Bridge, USS Mac ]Once the docking instructions were sent out, Niles double, then triple-checked that his combat systems were locked down. Of course, it required undoing multiple lock-outs to bring weapons online, let alone fire them, but docking procedures at a putatively friendly station called for ensuring all would be safe, lest there might be the possibility of a tragic accident. While Commander Eastman gave her speech over the shipwide intercom, the Tactical Officer had every intention to stay on board. In fact, he had been preparing for that since they had departed for Sigma Four, and just now he was working some of is preparations towards those war-games. He was always looking at opportunities to improve on his combat expertise, especially following the Talorian fiasco. And if he wanted to truly achieve the the position of chief tactical officer for the Mac, he would have to prove he had the chops to back up his ambition. Aubrey, though, was the first one to speak to their upcoming series of exercises. "Commander, I've been reviewing what little we know about the Nyberrites' ships, and I've had Mister Aubrey start compiling emission profiles on everything we can see since we got in this system. At least it'll give us some better target definition and we'll be a lot less likely to be able to fool us."Then, he considered what the young man had to say, though there was much more he had to worry about. And among those, there was the fact they would be operating with an independent armed power they didn't really trust. "However, in the meantime, we should be sure to put lock-outs and governors on all our systems to make sure we don't exceed our maximum published capabilities. We don't need the Nyberrites to know exactly what we're capable of."
Tags to everyone on the Bridge [Bridge, USS Mac]K'Dex let an ear twitch as he heard the thoughts for the battle simulation, while still typing away on a very basic impression of the space station they were now docked with. There was little impressive about it. A lot of makeshift work, which made things hard to identify on occasion. Ferengi technology tended to be makeshift in and of itself, so K'Dex could see where there was some seamless reinforcement on the space station, additional docks, and other minor improvements. He finished a short report on it, with notes directly tied to the scans taken. He turned to the ship they would be going toe to toe against, and found it surprisingly similar to the USS Mac. The nacelles were lower, and brought in closer to the stern. An Aegis class, he thought. Both ships were based off a hundred year old design. Why fix what wasn't broken? There were some who would disagree, as the very reason the Aegis class had nacelles pulled in was due to the inherent structural weakness of the nacelles being targeted at the connection points. But all of that was obvious. He sniffed slightly. What else was there? This was to be a low-yield firefight with simulated effects. At most, he'd probably be monitoring a lot of the simulated effects on their systems from this station, and correlating that with a real-time system status from engineering. Outside of that, all he could think of was that the Mac would need to be adaptable. If they wanted to lock all systems to within parameters, it would be a relatively simple, straightforward firefight. Why would it be anything else? And if the Nyberrites did pull anything, it would come down to how well the Mac could respond. K'Dex could feel his brain spinning as he considered things, and began to talk out loud. "How would I defeat the Mac?" He said, forgetting that he wasn't just brainstorming by himself but on the bridge of all places.
Tags to Bridge James Aubrey, Ozu Saya as Aravis, Judith Eastman, Joshua Niles, Matthew Harmon
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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 Sept 3, 2020 2:46:44 GMT
[CMO's Quarters - USS Mac] [...] " Well I'll admit that I had some help, this is all freshly prepared rather than replicated ... although I do make a mean replicated bacon and mushroom pancakes".Joking aside, Thea looked at her boyfriend, knowing that the secret was soon to be revealed. " You see, I wanted to do something a little special as I have some wonderful news to tell you" she said, pausing slightly for effect as she produced the small box and held it out to him. " Congratulations Babe .... I mean full Lieutenant Isaiah Quinn, Chief of Science".[Lt. Isaiah Quinn - CMO's Quarters, USS Mac] Isaiah listened carefully as Thea admitted to having some help preparing this food rather than replicating it. His lips curled into a smile as he made a mental note to persuade her to make those mushroom pancakes at some point in the future. Though, she stated that she had something a bit more serious to discuss. He was only concerned for a moment as she revealed that it was actually good news. That certainly seemed to fit the festive mood that she'd set with this breakfast. And then, she gave him a small box, congratulating him. He seemed to open the box at about the same time as she notified him that he had not only been promoted in rank, but been promoted to Chief Science Officer. He seemed to take a moment, absorbing the revelation. In some ways it didn't seem real, but hearing it from Thea, he knew that it wasn't simply a dream. "Chief of Science?" he repeated. Isaiah took a deep breath, but finally moved to close the space between himself and Thea, his arms enveloping her in a tight embrace. "I don't know what to say," he said still holding her. "Thank you... for all of this. As he pulled back a little, he planted a soft kiss upon her lips. "I couldn't imagine a better way of hearing about this, nor anyone else I'd rather share this moment with, Thea." His eyes stared down at the pip, still in the box that he held on his hand. "I just earned a lot more paper work, didn't I?" he jested, though he was confident he knew the answer to the question already. "Care to give me a hand with this?" he said holding up the full pip.
Tag: Thea Baker
[PO2 Bav Th'cherreq - Docking Port] Generally Bav was left alone by his boss. The two men didn't like each other and sure as hell didn't respect each other. Bav didn't care for his job, he did the bare minimum and was just waiting out for retirement. Not that Harmon would have noticed, he seemed to spend all his time drinking, reading, or talking to the young and irritating special little miss Hudson. He hated being stuck in that office all day, almost as much as he hated being forced to actually do his job. Today however, he had been made accompany the Mac on it's mission with the Alliance. As the only other person working in Intelligence on Front Ear, he had been ordered to investigate and gather intelligence on their station disguised as an Operations Petty Officer given that Harmon's position was known but Bav's was not. This was sure to be a tedious day. [ PO2 Kaya Som | Starbase Sigma 4 - Docking ]When the joint exercises were announced, Kaya had played all her cards to get scheduled off-ship. The rumors about the Nyberrite Alliance had been swirling since their arrival at Frontier Station months ago, but the last thing she wanted right now was to participate in more military-style posturing. Their encounter with the Jupiter Star last month had been more than she'd ever bargained for. Her recent promotion to PO2 had done less to ameliorate her discontent than to solidify a growing sourness over her career choices. When the doors of the docking port opened, they were all met by an Alliance officer. Kaya lifted her hand in a tired wave. "Hi. Kaya Som. Where should we be?" [NPC - PO1 S'Riia - Docking Port, Starbase Sigma 4] There was a hint of excitement buried within the curiosity that S'Riia had. She was going onto the Nyberrite station. She typically enjoyed away missions, as well as the opportunity to experience something new. And that was exactly what this was. She could hear some of the other officers in the corridor bubbling with the same excitement, while others were already pessimistic and critical. No one was armed, as this was outlined as a diplomatic excursion. They had all been read the riot act about how they were ambassadors of the Federation. As she cleared the port, her eyes sought out Kaya. Last she'd heard, her friend had been assigned to visit the station as well. S'Riia was hoping this would be an opportunity to cheer her friend up, who... didn't seem to be herself lately. Or at least since that whole ordeal with the Talorians. Her eyes finally spied the Trill speaking with a Nyberrite representative. She started in that direction, but her eyes fell upon something else unexpected. She understood exactly what was going on almost immediately, and was a tad disappointed. The people of Nyberr had never been antagonistic towards her people (or so she'd heard.) It was just a surprise that they were descending to these tactics so quickly with potential allies. Perhaps this was the reason S'Riia never had a stomach for Intelligence. She moved towards the Andorian, sporting a gold-colored shirt, similar to her own. "I'm hoping you're keeping an open mind, Petty Officer," S'Riia said with a smile as she sidled up next to the Andorian. "What's the human expression? Glass half full, or half empty?"
Tag: Matthew Harmon (Bav); Soft Tag: Kaya Som
[NPC - 2nd Lieutenant Neema - Docking Port, Plaza Level, Starbase Sigma 4] Neema brightly greeted the Starfleet officers as they strolled through the port. Some of them returned her greeting with smiles of their own. There were a few questions about directions that she answered. There was even a rather rude reply of two, but Neema's smile never waivered. There was even a junior officer... a pilot, that strolled by, who's smile was etched deeply in memory... almost as deeply as the thoughts sifting through his mind, particularly about her. Time and opportunity permitting, maybe she'd share a drink with him at Kirby's later. Neema then saw a young Trill approach her. She didn't appear very enthused. There seemed to be something troubling her. Neema didn't delve, but her smile softened, her eyes sympathetic to the young woman's tone. "Hello, Kaya Som. I am Neema," she said introducing herself. "I'm not sure what you were told, but you don't have to be anywhere. I was told that we were simply supposed to entertain you as guests." Neema took a deep breath and tried to consider the best way to proceed with the Trill engineer. "May I ask, where is it that you wish to be?"
Tag: Kaya Som Soft Tag: Matthew Harmon (Bav)
[ 1st Lt. Robyn Banks - Operations - Bridge, NSS Soteria] Robyn listened to the report from engineering and wondered if the Soteria really had any chance, even in simulated battle, against a Sovereign-class. It seemed overly-ambitious to hope for anything more than maybe fighting them to a draw. Yes, Colonel, she said in response to Vasser's order. Robyn had never served on the Mac, but the Sovereign's specs were fairly well known at this point. After a couple of minutes, she reported, Colonel, the ship seems to be running at reduced capacity. Nothing special at all. They could be planning on pulling surprise maneuvers on us, since they know we're likely to have a lot of knowledge about what would be standard. Their engineers might have also gone out of the way to camouflage any extra capabilities. If they have their chief engineer with them, I'd expect some nasty surprises. I've heard she can get really creative in a pinch. Unfortunately, there wasn't much more to say, unless Vasser wanted her to try a little hacking. Robyn eyed the woman speculatively, unsure whether it would be considered cheating and how the colonel would feel about it. [NPC - Colonel Helena Vasser - Bridge, N.S.S. Soteria] Vasser listened as Banks offered her report, and her insight. In Vasser's opinion, the intel the woman could provide was invaluable. She may not have served aboard the Mac, but she was familiar with the players. And that would be what made the difference on this day. And it seemed that Banks delivered as desired. The Mac was running at a reduced capacity. Surely, they didn't think that would fool Vasser. She may not have commanded a Sovereign-class vessel, but she knew it's capabilities. Still, it sounded as if they were relying on cunning rather than brute strength. As Banks mentioned the Chief Engineer, Vasser searched her memory. "You're referring to Chief Ozu, correct?" she asked for confirmation. It was one of the few moments that she was thankful for Chromar's intelligence profiles. He'd drawn one up on most of the Senior Staff. Most of it available in the public data banks, but he had his sources to pick up a few details here and there that was not readily accessible. A smile spread across Vasser's face. "Whether or not she's there won't matter, Lieutenant. I plan to keep them busy with the punches they'll see coming, as well as the one's they won't."Colonel Vasser rested her hand at the top of Banks' console and leaned closer. "I've got a little project for you, Ms. Banks. Something that may play to your strengths." Vasser lowered her voice. "How familiar are you with cyber infiltration tactics?"
Tag: Ozu Saya (1st Lt. Banks)
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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 Sept 3, 2020 11:42:08 GMT
[Lt. Isaiah Quinn - CMO's Quarters, USS Mac] Isaiah listened carefully as Thea admitted to having some help preparing this food rather than replicating it. His lips curled into a smile as he made a mental note to persuade her to make those mushroom pancakes at some point in the future. Though, she stated that she had something a bit more serious to discuss. He was only concerned for a moment as she revealed that it was actually good news. That certainly seemed to fit the festive mood that she'd set with this breakfast. And then, she gave him a small box, congratulating him. He seemed to open the box at about the same time as she notified him that he had not only been promoted in rank, but been promoted to Chief Science Officer. He seemed to take a moment, absorbing the revelation. In some ways it didn't seem real, but hearing it from Thea, he knew that it wasn't simply a dream. "Chief of Science?" he repeated. Isaiah took a deep breath, but finally moved to close the space between himself and Thea, his arms enveloping her in a tight embrace. "I don't know what to say," he said still holding her. "Thank you... for all of this. As he pulled back a little, he planted a soft kiss upon her lips. "I couldn't imagine a better way of hearing about this, nor anyone else I'd rather share this moment with, Thea." His eyes stared down at the pip, still in the box that he held on his hand. "I just earned a lot more paper work, didn't I?" he jested, though he was confident he knew the answer to the question already. "Care to give me a hand with this?" he said holding up the full pip.
Tag: Thea Baker [CMO's Quarters - USS Mac] As the minutes ticked by following her double surprise, Thea knew that it would likely take Isaiah a little time for it all to sink in, as it wasn't every day that your Girlfriend and Senior Officer, got to do something like this. Although when he repeated the Chief of Science part, the Doctor smiled and nodded in confirmation, before he closed the gap between them and took her in his embrace. This was definitely better than her having do this somewhere more public and always savoured every chance that she got to be in Isaiah's arms. " You don't have to say anything and you're very welcome .. I'm happy that I finally got to tell you" she admitted as he continued to hold her and thanked her with his words and his lips as he then kissed her softly. That elicited a small purr of happiness from Thea, who rested a hand on his chest as he shared with her, how he couldn't of imagined a better way of hearing this news or sharing this moment with her. " That's what I was hoping for, because I wanted it to be more private and personal".Her gaze followed his to the box in his hand, aware of how this was yet another moment to remember in what was fast becoming a very close and loving relationship, before he made a jest about the extra paperwork. " Pretty much yes, although you now get a fancy office and DH quarters, which just happen to be closer to mine too" she replied with a slight playful wink, as Isaiah then asked her to give him a hand with his new pip. " I'd love too".Carefully taking the pip from Isaiah, Thea then reached up and fixed it to his uniform, her hands brushing his skin softly, until it was in place and she delivered another soft kiss to his lips until the announcement came through from Judy. " If only this was Aitrus V" Thea said wistfully at the timing of the announcement from the Bridge, knowing Isaiah would appreciate her comment. However was thankful that she had at least gotten to do his promotion, even if breakfast might be rushed in order to get to their duty stations in preparation for the games. " We can celebrate properly later but we better make a start on breakfast, we don't want to be taking part in war games on an empty stomach".
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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 Sept 3, 2020 12:59:16 GMT
[NPC - PO1 S'Riia - Docking Port, Starbase Sigma 4] [...] As she cleared the port, her eyes sought out Kaya. Last she'd heard, her friend had been assigned to visit the station as well. S'Riia was hoping this would be an opportunity to cheer her friend up, who... didn't seem to be herself lately. Or at least since that whole ordeal with the Talorians. Her eyes finally spied the Trill speaking with a Nyberrite representative. She started in that direction, but her eyes fell upon something else unexpected. [...]
[NPC - 2nd Lieutenant Neema - Docking Port, Plaza Level, Starbase Sigma 4] [...] Neema then saw a young Trill approach her. She didn't appear very enthused. There seemed to be something troubling her. Neema didn't delve, but her smile softened, her eyes sympathetic to the young woman's tone. "Hello, Kaya Som. I am Neema," she said introducing herself. "I'm not sure what you were told, but you don't have to be anywhere. I was told that we were simply supposed to entertain you as guests." Neema took a deep breath and tried to consider the best way to proceed with the Trill engineer. "May I ask, where is it that you wish to be?" [ PO2 Kaya Som | Soteria - Docking ]Kaya paused at the unexpectedly philosophical question. She blinked and looked over her shoulder. S'Riia, her mate from security, was there talking to an Andorian she couldn't name. Her other close friend Jin would never pass up the chance to get bonus points at work so was absolutely playing war on the ship today. Nyberrite Neema was offering to entertain them all as guests, which wasn't a common luxury. "Anywhere but here?" Kaya tried. "You have, like, a pub? Shops?" Sure, Sigma 4 was a military outpost of this quadrant's most well-dressed organized crime gang (depending on who you asked), but with a bit of self-delusion and could easily be a holiday. Tag: Isaiah Quinn (S'Riia and Neema)
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Matthew Harmon
Intelligence
[TI42] Frontier's Most Malcontent Malcontent
Posts: 540 Likes: 18
Rank: Lieutenant Commander
Position: Intelligence Officer
Species: Human
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Post by Matthew Harmon on Sept 3, 2020 14:23:01 GMT
[LCDR Matthew Harmon - Bridge]
"Niles is right," he said in a uninterested tone as he continued to stare into the viewscreen not bothering to look at who he was talking to. "We don't want to broadcast our capabilities and we don't want to show them any tricks we have up our sleeves," after all they're not our friends, he thought. "We want to stay competitive, goad them into showing off without doing so ourselves. Winning isn't the goal here. Information is," he explained to the young science ensign. He then quickly jumped out of his chair, the sudden burst of energy contrasting with the tired and bored tone he had before. "Come with me, Ensign, I have a job for you," he said beckoning towards the Turbolift door. [PO2 Bav Th'cherreq - Docking Port] Bav snorted a laugh at S'Riia as she suggested he keep an open mind. "The only thing my mind is open to is a better salary and less hours than what Starfleet gives me now." He was seriously considering enquiring with the Alliance. He was only a year out from a larger pension, however so he would need a decent enticement to beat that. "There's nothing else to be open minded about. They're mercenaries. You pay them and they'll shoot who you like. It is what it is."
Tag: James Aubrey, Isaiah Quinn, soft tag Joshua Niles, Judith Eastman
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Judith Eastman
Civilian
Grandma
Posts: 2,593 Likes: 84
Rank: Civilian/other
Position: Civil Servant
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Post by Judith Eastman on Sept 3, 2020 17:30:10 GMT
[Ens. James Aubrey - Bridge, USS Mac] As James continued to work at his station, his attention snapped to Commander Eastman's announcement. His heart raced as he heard her speak, his eagerness to see his first action getting him quite excited. His heart nearly leapt into his throat when the Commander asked for the opinions of her Bridge Crew. He turned over his shoulder to look at her, and cleared his throat. "Commander," he said, hoping he wasn't stepping on any toes by speaking up so quickly but in any case unwilling to cap his ambition, "in my opinion, the Alliance has one major advantage over the Federation - they know us. Our codes, procedures, and our weaponry are either common public knowledge or easy enough to guess at in most cases. Not to mention their penchant for poaching our people at any opportunity. I am sure Tactical will have a more than effective plan for us," he said, nodding his head to Lieutenant Niles, "but, in my opinion Ma'am - if we do this thing by-the-book, we're doomed. We need something bold." James was a stickler for formality and proper procedure, but not if it meant being defeated. "Maybe I'm showing my age here," he half-joked, a smile on his face, "but perhaps you could tell us a little more about the parameters and objectives of the games today? With more information, we can better formulate a plan of attack. Something they won't expect."
[ LT(JG) Joshua Niles - Bridge, USS Mac ]Once the docking instructions were sent out, Niles double, then triple-checked that his combat systems were locked down. Of course, it required undoing multiple lock-outs to bring weapons online, let alone fire them, but docking procedures at a putatively friendly station called for ensuring all would be safe, lest there might be the possibility of a tragic accident. While Commander Eastman gave her speech over the shipwide intercom, the Tactical Officer had every intention to stay on board. In fact, he had been preparing for that since they had departed for Sigma Four, and just now he was working some of is preparations towards those war-games. He was always looking at opportunities to improve on his combat expertise, especially following the Talorian fiasco. And if he wanted to truly achieve the the position of chief tactical officer for the Mac, he would have to prove he had the chops to back up his ambition. Aubrey, though, was the first one to speak to their upcoming series of exercises. "Commander, I've been reviewing what little we know about the Nyberrites' ships, and I've had Mister Aubrey start compiling emission profiles on everything we can see since we got in this system. At least it'll give us some better target definition and we'll be a lot less likely to be able to fool us."Then, he considered what the young man had to say, though there was much more he had to worry about. And among those, there was the fact they would be operating with an independent armed power they didn't really trust. "However, in the meantime, we should be sure to put lock-outs and governors on all our systems to make sure we don't exceed our maximum published capabilities. We don't need the Nyberrites to know exactly what we're capable of." [ Lt, jg. Aravis - Main Bridge] Aye, Commander, Aravis answered quickly. Docking port 2, adjusting heading to approach, switching to maneuvering thrusters. Thankfully, when it came down to the actual docking procedure, Aravis' fingers remembered exactly what they were supposed to do, and in short order, the Mac had bumped lightly against the station and locked onto the port. Docking complete. Engines going to standby, she reported. Aravis turned in her seat as Judy made her announcement. There was no way she was going to miss the chance to pilot the ship through these games. The Ba'ku listened with interest as her colleagues made suggestions. Commander, I've worked up some non-standard evasive maneuvers that might be useful. I'd prefer to run a couple of simulations on the holodeck if we have the time, but I think they might be unexpected enough to give the Alliance pause. [Bridge, USS Mac]K'Dex let an ear twitch as he heard the thoughts for the battle simulation, while still typing away on a very basic impression of the space station they were now docked with. There was little impressive about it. A lot of makeshift work, which made things hard to identify on occasion. Ferengi technology tended to be makeshift in and of itself, so K'Dex could see where there was some seamless reinforcement on the space station, additional docks, and other minor improvements. He finished a short report on it, with notes directly tied to the scans taken. He turned to the ship they would be going toe to toe against, and found it surprisingly similar to the USS Mac. The nacelles were lower, and brought in closer to the stern. An Aegis class, he thought. Both ships were based off a hundred year old design. Why fix what wasn't broken? There were some who would disagree, as the very reason the Aegis class had nacelles pulled in was due to the inherent structural weakness of the nacelles being targeted at the connection points. But all of that was obvious. He sniffed slightly. What else was there? This was to be a low-yield firefight with simulated effects. At most, he'd probably be monitoring a lot of the simulated effects on their systems from this station, and correlating that with a real-time system status from engineering. Outside of that, all he could think of was that the Mac would need to be adaptable. If they wanted to lock all systems to within parameters, it would be a relatively simple, straightforward firefight. Why would it be anything else? And if the Nyberrites did pull anything, it would come down to how well the Mac could respond. K'Dex could feel his brain spinning as he considered things, and began to talk out loud. "How would I defeat the Mac?" He said, forgetting that he wasn't just brainstorming by himself but on the bridge of all places. [LCDR Matthew Harmon - Bridge]
"Niles is right," he said in a uninterested tone as he continued to stare into the viewscreen not bothering to look at who he was talking to. "We don't want to broadcast our capabilities and we don't want to show them any tricks we have up our sleeves," after all they're not our friends, he thought. "We want to stay competitive, goad them into showing off without doing so ourselves. Winning isn't the goal here. Information is," he explained to the young science ensign. He then quickly jumped out of his chair, the sudden burst of energy contrasting with the tired and bored tone he had before. "Come with me, Ensign, I have a job for you," he said beckoning towards the Turbolift door. [Cmdr. Judith Eastman(-Williams) & Ens. Mabel Henriksen - Bridge, USS Mac]As the crew members spoke, Judy gave each their due attention, her bespectacled eyes tuned on each one in turn. They were bright young kids. "Mr. K'Dex, that's exactly the question we need to be asking," she began her response. "We need to deliver some punches, but we also have to anticipate the ones that'll be dealt to us. Vasser used to be one of us, as did many of her people, so they know the Sovereign class. Not necessarily the Mac personally - though some of them know her almost as intimately as we do, but her sisters. Any vulnerability we know of on, say, the Enterprise, we can bet the Nyberrites will exploit."It brought Judy a measure of pride to mention the great USS Enterprise-E, the flagship of the Federation, as their sister ship. She took a quick breath, and then went on. "And, as several of you pointed out, we don't want to teach them anything they don't already know. Any little mechanical rabbits we can pull out of our hats, we'll keep in those hats. We will have to win on ingenuity, fancy footwork, and the human element of surprise," she added. "The Nyberrites know me - or at least they think they do," she said, with a little wriggle of her eyebrows. "But they don't know you. Ms. Aravis, clever flying maneuvers will be excellent; we can probably run a couple of simulations. And, as Mr. Aubrey so aptly said, we need to surprise them. Something innovative, maybe a little daring, reckless; something that's in the back of your head, but that you think I'm going to shoot down. We can't change the nature of how our munitions work, because the computer simulation isn't that good, but anything outside of that."The Federation's image to the Alliance, at least to some of its members, was as a useless group, arrogantly aloof and stuck in place. The image Judy herself evoked, of a grandmother (literal and metaphorical), played to that as well. Vasser probably knew better than to buy into the caricature, but Judy nevertheless believed that a nimble, unorthodox approach was not what the Alliance expected. She reluctantly waved goodbye to Aubrey and Harmon. Mabel, meanwhile, took careful notes on her PADD.
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Joshua Niles
Security & Tactical
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Post by Joshua Niles on Sept 3, 2020 19:55:42 GMT
[ Lt, jg. Aravis - Main Bridge] Aye, Commander, Aravis answered quickly. Docking port 2, adjusting heading to approach, switching to maneuvering thrusters. Thankfully, when it came down to the actual docking procedure, Aravis' fingers remembered exactly what they were supposed to do, and in short order, the Mac had bumped lightly against the station and locked onto the port. Docking complete. Engines going to standby, she reported. Aravis turned in her seat as Judy made her announcement. There was no way she was going to miss the chance to pilot the ship through these games. The Ba'ku listened with interest as her colleagues made suggestions. Commander, I've worked up some non-standard evasive maneuvers that might be useful. I'd prefer to run a couple of simulations on the holodeck if we have the time, but I think they might be unexpected enough to give the Alliance pause. [Bridge, USS Mac]K'Dex let an ear twitch as he heard the thoughts for the battle simulation, while still typing away on a very basic impression of the space station they were now docked with. There was little impressive about it. A lot of makeshift work, which made things hard to identify on occasion. Ferengi technology tended to be makeshift in and of itself, so K'Dex could see where there was some seamless reinforcement on the space station, additional docks, and other minor improvements. He finished a short report on it, with notes directly tied to the scans taken. He turned to the ship they would be going toe to toe against, and found it surprisingly similar to the USS Mac. The nacelles were lower, and brought in closer to the stern. An Aegis class, he thought. Both ships were based off a hundred year old design. Why fix what wasn't broken? There were some who would disagree, as the very reason the Aegis class had nacelles pulled in was due to the inherent structural weakness of the nacelles being targeted at the connection points. But all of that was obvious. He sniffed slightly. What else was there? This was to be a low-yield firefight with simulated effects. At most, he'd probably be monitoring a lot of the simulated effects on their systems from this station, and correlating that with a real-time system status from engineering. Outside of that, all he could think of was that the Mac would need to be adaptable. If they wanted to lock all systems to within parameters, it would be a relatively simple, straightforward firefight. Why would it be anything else? And if the Nyberrites did pull anything, it would come down to how well the Mac could respond. K'Dex could feel his brain spinning as he considered things, and began to talk out loud. "How would I defeat the Mac?" He said, forgetting that he wasn't just brainstorming by himself but on the bridge of all places. [LCDR Matthew Harmon - Bridge]
"Niles is right," he said in a uninterested tone as he continued to stare into the viewscreen not bothering to look at who he was talking to. "We don't want to broadcast our capabilities and we don't want to show them any tricks we have up our sleeves," after all they're not our friends, he thought. "We want to stay competitive, goad them into showing off without doing so ourselves. Winning isn't the goal here. Information is," he explained to the young science ensign. He then quickly jumped out of his chair, the sudden burst of energy contrasting with the tired and bored tone he had before. "Come with me, Ensign, I have a job for you," he said beckoning towards the Turbolift door. [Cmdr. Judith Eastman(-Williams) & Ens. Mabel Henriksen - Bridge, USS Mac]As the crew members spoke, Judy gave each their due attention, her bespectacled eyes tuned on each one in turn. They were bright young kids. "Mr. K'Dex, that's exactly the question we need to be asking," she began her response. "We need to deliver some punches, but we also have to anticipate the ones that'll be dealt to us. Vasser used to be one of us, as did many of her people, so they know the Sovereign class. Not necessarily the Mac personally - though some of them know her almost as intimately as we do, but her sisters. Any vulnerability we know of on, say, the Enterprise, we can bet the Nyberrites will exploit."It brought Judy a measure of pride to mention the great USS Enterprise-E, the flagship of the Federation, as their sister ship. She took a quick breath, and then went on. "And, as several of you pointed out, we don't want to teach them anything they don't already know. Any little mechanical rabbits we can pull out of our hats, we'll keep in those hats. We will have to win on ingenuity, fancy footwork, and the human element of surprise," she added. "The Nyberrites know me - or at least they think they do," she said, with a little wriggle of her eyebrows. "But they don't know you. Ms. Aravis, clever flying maneuvers will be excellent; we can probably run a couple of simulations. And, as Mr. Aubrey so aptly said, we need to surprise them. Something innovative, maybe a little daring, reckless; something that's in the back of your head, but that you think I'm going to shoot down. We can't change the nature of how our munitions work, because the computer simulation isn't that good, but anything outside of that."The Federation's image to the Alliance, at least to some of its members, was as a useless group, arrogantly aloof and stuck in place. The image Judy herself evoked, of a grandmother (literal and metaphorical), played to that as well. Vasser probably knew better than to buy into the caricature, but Judy nevertheless believed that a nimble, unorthodox approach was not what the Alliance expected. She reluctantly waved goodbye to Aubrey and Harmon. Mabel, meanwhile, took careful notes on her PADD. [ LT(JG) Joshua Niles - Bridge, USS Mac ]
Indeed, with his recommendation to not play all their cards and to hide what hardware capability they had that was not easily accessible, Mac would be entering those wargames with a disadvantage, compared to going in flat-out. It would cost them a non-trivial fraction of their combat potential, but nothing so much that it would be like going in with an outdated ship. As had been said, it would be cunning and now technology winning the day, if they were to win it. And as Mister Harmon said, intelligence gathering would be a victory in its own right. However, at first they would need to take some protective measures. "My first thought is they're going to try and get every bit of information out of us as they can. We need to stop that, maybe through a communications blackout for anything outgoing that's not authorized through the Bridge. We need to limit our exposure. As for how I would defeat the Mac?"The Sovereign class was one of Starfleet's leading designs and a hell of a combat platform. In a single ship duel, she could take on just about anything that was in space, but she certainly had her vulnerabilities. The pylons and nacelles were always vulnerable, as were openings in the hull. Weapons could be disabled, sensors could be blinded... And they would have to refrain from making any of their systems do anything out of the ordinary, at least to the outside eye. "My suggestions would start by deploying some probes with a tight-beam telemetry link. If our own sensors are damaged, then we won't be blinded. Even if all they operate is passive sensors, it should give us additional eyes in the battlespace. And, I think we might have a chance at fooling them into thinking we've taken more damage than we actually have. Let them think they've hit us with the Golden BB at some point, that they've hurt us a lot worse than they thought they might have."He was running ideas off the top of his head into this brainstorming session. He needed ideas, and he needed them fast. "And, maybe we need to find ourselves a blind spot on the enemy vessel, or create one. Lieutenant Aravis, how are you at station-keeping in high speed maneuvers? If we can make a hole in their gunnery, we could slot ourselves into that blind spot and keep hammering at them... or lure them into doing the same to us... until we're ready to hit them?"
Tags Judith Eastman Ozu Saya (Aravis) K'Dex
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K'Dex
Engineering/Ops
[TI20]
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Post by K'Dex on Sept 4, 2020 1:44:17 GMT
[Cmdr. Judith Eastman(-Williams) & Ens. Mabel Henriksen - Bridge, USS Mac]As the crew members spoke, Judy gave each their due attention, her bespectacled eyes tuned on each one in turn. They were bright young kids. "Mr. K'Dex, that's exactly the question we need to be asking," she began her response. "We need to deliver some punches, but we also have to anticipate the ones that'll be dealt to us. Vasser used to be one of us, as did many of her people, so they know the Sovereign class. Not necessarily the Mac personally - though some of them know her almost as intimately as we do, but her sisters. Any vulnerability we know of on, say, the Enterprise, we can bet the Nyberrites will exploit."It brought Judy a measure of pride to mention the great USS Enterprise-E, the flagship of the Federation, as their sister ship. She took a quick breath, and then went on. "And, as several of you pointed out, we don't want to teach them anything they don't already know. Any little mechanical rabbits we can pull out of our hats, we'll keep in those hats. We will have to win on ingenuity, fancy footwork, and the human element of surprise," she added. "The Nyberrites know me - or at least they think they do," she said, with a little wriggle of her eyebrows. "But they don't know you. Ms. Aravis, clever flying maneuvers will be excellent; we can probably run a couple of simulations. And, as Mr. Aubrey so aptly said, we need to surprise them. Something innovative, maybe a little daring, reckless; something that's in the back of your head, but that you think I'm going to shoot down. We can't change the nature of how our munitions work, because the computer simulation isn't that good, but anything outside of that."The Federation's image to the Alliance, at least to some of its members, was as a useless group, arrogantly aloof and stuck in place. The image Judy herself evoked, of a grandmother (literal and metaphorical), played to that as well. Vasser probably knew better than to buy into the caricature, but Judy nevertheless believed that a nimble, unorthodox approach was not what the Alliance expected. She reluctantly waved goodbye to Aubrey and Harmon. Mabel, meanwhile, took careful notes on her PADD.
Tag Joshua Niles , Ozu Saya , K'Dex Soft Matthew Harmon , James Aubrey [ LT(JG) Joshua Niles - Bridge, USS Mac ]
Indeed, with his recommendation to not play all their cards and to hide what hardware capability they had that was not easily accessible, Mac would be entering those wargames with a disadvantage, compared to going in flat-out. It would cost them a non-trivial fraction of their combat potential, but nothing so much that it would be like going in with an outdated ship. As had been said, it would be cunning and now technology winning the day, if they were to win it. And as Mister Harmon said, intelligence gathering would be a victory in its own right. However, at first they would need to take some protective measures. "My first thought is they're going to try and get every bit of information out of us as they can. We need to stop that, maybe through a communications blackout for anything outgoing that's not authorized through the Bridge. We need to limit our exposure. As for how I would defeat the Mac?"The Sovereign class was one of Starfleet's leading designs and a hell of a combat platform. In a single ship duel, she could take on just about anything that was in space, but she certainly had her vulnerabilities. The pylons and nacelles were always vulnerable, as were openings in the hull. Weapons could be disabled, sensors could be blinded... And they would have to refrain from making any of their systems do anything out of the ordinary, at least to the outside eye. "My suggestions would start by deploying some probes with a tight-beam telemetry link. If our own sensors are damaged, then we won't be blinded. Even if all they operate is passive sensors, it should give us additional eyes in the battlespace. And, I think we might have a chance at fooling them into thinking we've taken more damage than we actually have. Let them think they've hit us with the Golden BB at some point, that they've hurt us a lot worse than they thought they might have."He was running ideas off the top of his head into this brainstorming session. He needed ideas, and he needed them fast. "And, maybe we need to find ourselves a blind spot on the enemy vessel, or create one. Lieutenant Aravis, how are you at station-keeping in high speed maneuvers? If we can make a hole in their gunnery, we could slot ourselves into that blind spot and keep hammering at them... or lure them into doing the same to us... until we're ready to hit them?"
Tags Judith Eastman Ozu Saya (Aravis) K'Dex [Main Bridge - USS Mac] K'Dex arched an eyebrow as the captain jumped on his question. His tail twitched slightly at the mention of the Golden BB concept. "For better or for worse, no matter how much we want to win, this is a simulation. I'd be careful of relaying faulty information for that simulation, as that has a tendency to go ... screwy. If they realize our information relayed back is false, it could make them think that almost anything is fair game then." K'Dex said, stressing slightly his reluctance for that. He turned to the captain though, as he made a few thoughts aloud. "Since this is a simulation though, and a planned battle, we can do things we'd never truly consider. For one, we can centralize our critical components. This bridge is centered in ... not the useless section, but... it's surrounded by quarters, offices... Non-essentials! That's the word. I apologize. If we pulled back to the battle bridge on deck 18, and ran through the secondary computer core, we could consolidate most essential components between, oh, decks 10 to 20, 21 if you want the phaser array. Then the shields could be modified to consolidate on those decks, mostly on the side sections, and the aft shields to protect the nacelles. Then, use the top 10 decks or so as... well, 10 decks of armor. Shut down power in decks 1-6 except for weapon systems. Keep deck 7, as we'd always want sickbay online, no matter the fight..." K'Dex realized he'd ran on and on with his thoughts, thinking how to adjust things. He chirpped slightly in embarrassment, and looked down at his console. "Apologies. I forgot myself." K'Dex closed his eyes for a few moments, trying to center himself back into his 'professional' frame of mind. The engineering of how was not the focus. Be the officer. Do the job. Man the console.
Tags to Bridge Judith Eastman, Ozu Saya as Aravis, Joshua Niles
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