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 Oct 2, 2020 18:35:57 GMT
[ Lt. jg. Aravis - Medici - Bridge] Aravis sat quietly at the helm while Dr. Baker and Lt. Niles discussed communications and reports. She thought it had been an interesting choice to put those two in charge of the undercover crew, but she was thrilled to have the chance to contribute her flying skills to the mission. She felt strange being out of uniform while at the helm of a ship, even this bucket, though her leather jacket and black pants were soft and comfortable. Aravis shifted slightly as she checked her board again. Yesterday, there had been a slight navigational variation that had led them a little bit off course. As soon as Aravis had realized, engineering had gotten on it and fixed the problem, but now she was constantly checking that the navigational readings were correct. It would be very, very bad if the Medici needed the Mac and she didn't have the correct coordinates.
Soft tags to Joshua Niles and Thea Baker
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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 Oct 3, 2020 3:00:49 GMT
[Matthew Harmon - Mess Hall, Medici]
[...]He entered the mess hall, and took his breakfast, the eggs, hashbrown, and sausages. He began to walk to an empty table when he walked past Kova sitting next to Mabel and apparently being rude. Mabel was alright in Harmon's mind, and Chloe liked her. Kova on the other hand, annoyed him and so he headed towards that table and took a seat next to Mabel. "Why'd you sit with her then?" he asked Kova flatly, before facing Mabel. "Morning Mabel," he said taking the flask from his pocket and having a drink. [NPC - Ens. Mabel Henriksen - Mess Hall, Medici]To compare Mabel's reaction to Kova's great rudeness to a deer in the headlights would be unfair to deer. Mabel was stunned. "Uh, what?" she stammered hesitantly as she tried to figure out how she had offended the Andorian. Perhaps her slightly slouchy posture was somewhat hurtful somehow? Maybe there was something culturally hurtful about eating large portions for breakfast? But before she could apologize, Harmon showed up. "I guess we aren't talking," Mabel said to Kova, mustering up all the sass she could find in her head, and then turned to Harmon and the flask. "Morning, sir. The eggs are very runny this morning," she made small-talk, with a little warning about the food. Other than the drinking and the grouchiness, Matt wasn't such a bad guy; he could be nice, and he seemed to genuinely care for poor, poisoned Chloe (Mabel had spent quite a bit of time at her friend's sickbay bed too). Maybe Kova wasn't so bad either under certain circumstances, Mabel supposed. [ Kova Sh'qaleq - Mess Hall, Medici] Kova couldn't fathom what Mabel could possibly be confused about. She had spoken in Terran Basic, and even used small words which weren't difficult to understand. Though as Harmon of all people showed up, the parameters of their co-seating seemed to dawn upon Eastman's walking-talking-recorder. The Andorian smiled, for the time being ignoring Harmon as he actually built up the nerve to ask her a question. Why was she sitting there? Really? For someone who was in Intelligence, his ability to grasp information from environmental context clues was sorely lacking. Kova's blue lips actually curled into a smile as she lifted her mug and gave Mabel a silent nod. The woman was more than welcome to engage Harmon in conversation, if she so desired to waste her time and breath with such a futile exercise. Kova only asked that she be left out of such trivial information. Kova even appreciated the extra sass in the woman's voice. Maybe she'd grow an extra vertebrae or two and actually speak her mind for once. Kova couldn't give her credit right now. It was too easy to piggy back off of Harmon's moral posturing. Upon sipping at the coffee once more, Kova pulled the mug back and stared at the liquid. Perhaps something had actually crawled into the mug and died. Kova then remembered her manners. It would be utterly rude to ignore Matthew's arrival completely. The smile that had once been upon her lips was gone without a trace. She glanced in his direction and casually held up her arm to soundly present Harmon with the middle finger humans so affectionately referred to as "the finger" or "the bird." It was about as close to a 'good morning' as he was going to get. [Matthew Harmon - Mess Hall, Medici]"Indeed, they are," he nodded in agreement, "The sausages are good though. You've done well, quartermaster," he told Mabel as he continued to eat. "Why good morning to you too, Kova," he said sarcastically as she stuck 'the finger' up at him. He was pleased her smile was gone, she was being quite unpleasant, he had no problem with that to him, it hardly bothered him, but he knew it bothered Mabel.
Tag: Judith Eastman, Kova Sh'qaleq
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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 Oct 3, 2020 5:48:46 GMT
[Cmdr. Judith Eastman(-Williams), Max Williams & Anna Eastman Williams - Captain's Ready Room, USS Mac]After Judy finished her call, she opened the back entrance to her Ready Room. In the interest of protocol, she had kept Anna and Max out until this moment, despite not having any classified information out. Anna was very clearly her mother's daughter. She shared her Mom's slender build, prominent nose, and fair colors; however, her enthusiasm for baseball was more muted. She wore a midnight blue hair clip, but a wholly non-sporty outfit of jeans and a pink sweatshirt. Max, despite his Scottish origin, had embraced American sports - and his wife's teams - wholeheartedly, more so than their daughter. He was decked out in a cap, a zip-up dugout jacket (paired with more boring khakis and a white t-shirt), and Yankees socks. He also carried with him a matching jacket, in his wife's size. "Aren't you just a sweetheart?" she asked him rhetorically as she unzipped her uniform jacket and turtleneck. Draping these over her chair, she then took the jacket from Max and pulled it on over her undershirt. "I aim to please," Max answered as he moved one of the three visitor chairs to Judy's side of the desk. Once it was in place, the older couple shared a kiss, as Anna averted her eyes and laid out the snacks. =A= "A very cold reception for Mayor Jenkins here at the stadium," =A= the announcer could be heard, cutting sharply over the audio and disrupting the little romantic moment. And at this time, too, the chime went off. With the push of a button, Judy opened the door. "Sven, thank you for coming," she greeted her Chief of Security. "You just missed the Mayor getting booed, and the game is about to begin."The holoprojector took up the middle third of Judy's desk, and currently displayed the game. On the sides was a bag of chips, guacamole, as well as all the ingredients for a proper ballpark hot dog in a bun, with the hot dogs themselves, already cooked, being kept on a hot plate.
Tag Sven Aune
[ Kova Sh'qaleq - Mess Hall, Medici] Kova couldn't fathom what Mabel could possibly be confused about. She had spoken in Terran Basic, and even used small words which weren't difficult to understand. Though as Harmon of all people showed up, the parameters of their co-seating seemed to dawn upon Eastman's walking-talking-recorder. The Andorian smiled, for the time being ignoring Harmon as he actually built up the nerve to ask her a question. Why was she sitting there? Really? For someone who was in Intelligence, his ability to grasp information from environmental context clues was sorely lacking. Kova's blue lips actually curled into a smile as she lifted her mug and gave Mabel a silent nod. The woman was more than welcome to engage Harmon in conversation, if she so desired to waste her time and breath with such a futile exercise. Kova only asked that she be left out of such trivial information. Kova even appreciated the extra sass in the woman's voice. Maybe she'd grow an extra vertebrae or two and actually speak her mind for once. Kova couldn't give her credit right now. It was too easy to piggy back off of Harmon's moral posturing. Upon sipping at the coffee once more, Kova pulled the mug back and stared at the liquid. Perhaps something had actually crawled into the mug and died. Kova then remembered her manners. It would be utterly rude to ignore Matthew's arrival completely. The smile that had once been upon her lips was gone without a trace. She glanced in his direction and casually held up her arm to soundly present Harmon with the middle finger humans so affectionately referred to as "the finger" or "the bird." It was about as close to a 'good morning' as he was going to get. [Matthew Harmon - Mess Hall, Medici]"Indeed, they are," he nodded in agreement, "The sausages are good though. You've done well, quartermaster," he told Mabel as he continued to eat. "Why good morning to you too, Kova," he said sarcastically as she stuck 'the finger' up at him. He was pleased her smile was gone, she was being quite unpleasant, he had no problem with that to him, it hardly bothered him, but he knew it bothered Mabel. [NPC - Ens. Mabel Henriksen - Mess Hall, Medici]Mabel would've been amused by Kova's antics, if she wasn't disgusted. She tried to put a spin on it, but all she could manage was a Judy-sounding voice in her head saying something about "kids these days". She resolved to ignore the Andorian, and casually ask her boss for advice later. "Thank you, Sir. I tried," she said to Harmon, with a smile. The sausages were a personal touch, built on years of eating experience with breakfast meats. "You know, I actually found an extra case of earplugs that's surplus to requirements," she added, by way of offering a little gift. After all, few could benefit more from those than the man who liked to be left to his own devices. Speaking of which, why was he being so nice?
Tag Kova Sh'qaleq and Matthew Harmon
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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 Oct 3, 2020 10:38:15 GMT
[Bridge - Medici] Now that she had her fill of the star field in front of her, which had become something akin to a ritual since coming on board the Medici. Thea sat down in the centre chair, one that wasn't overly comfortable at first until the added addition of an extra cushion, which changed it from being unable to sit properly to one of moderate comfort as Niles took care of sending a response back to the Mac. With that job done, Thea prepared to listen to what the daily reports had in store for her. On the whole there usually wasn't a lot of change and if there was it was usually to do with training, the maintenance of the ship and just as importantly the crew as they acclimatised themselves to their new albeit temporary home. As Niles started, Thea was impressed with what they were achieving, although understood the Tac Officer's desire to shave more time off the drills as no one was ever truly satisfied and often strived for perfection, especially given their current situation. She also understood his unhappiness with some of the systems and the limitations they were experiencing. Which given the ship they were using, again was understandable given the fact that it was a rush job to get it ready for this mission. They didn't have the time to upgrade it properly so it was a case of working with what they had and make the best of it. " Understood, I'd say schedule another drill for 1300 and as for the systems, its understandable that we're going to have some limitations, best we can do is work with what we have and we can always revalue whether Engineering needs more manual control or not".As Niles then told her about the rest, it wasn't surprising to hear about the issues with the Salisbury Steak as it was still a lot of trial and error, along with the news of the mild concussion. As much as Thea would of loved to have been in the small Sickbay helping those who had suffered from bad steak and the concussion, she had to remember her new role and leave her capable staff to tend to those who needed medical care. Thea was also glad to hear that the minor scuffle had been resolved and no doubt tensions would be high about now. " I can live with that, but good to hear that both situations have been sorted" She said then looked over towards Lt Aravis. " How are things helm wise Lieutenant?, anything of interest?".
tag Joshua Niles Ozu Saya
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Shavan Th'zhaar
Science
[TI35]
Posts: 800 Likes: 19
Rank: Lieutenant
Position: Assistant Chief of Science
Species: Orion/Andorian
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Post by Shavan Th'zhaar on Oct 3, 2020 13:20:21 GMT
[Shavan Th’zhaar - Mess Hall, Medici]
Shavan wasn’t totally sure how to feel about this mission. True, tracking a pirate ship was more suited to his experience than most Starfleet missions. He’d spent more time on ships like this than on the Mac, and it was nice not to have to wear the stuffy uniform for a while. But it also brought to mind his years as a pirate, and all sorts of memories that no amount of smuggled Romulan ale could entirely down out. Though he had been trying. It was a reminder of just how different his background was from most of the crew, and how fast they would turn on him if they knew about it. And there was also the issue of this rust bucket's lack of proper defenses.
None of this were things he wanted to think about. Hence the nearly empty blue bottle under the bed, headache and sour mood. He just wanted to get the job done, and be done with it. Shavan groaned as he opened the doors to the shared quarters, blinking against the dim light in the corridor. They were supposed to be in disguise, so was it really necessary to keep to a Starfleet schedule and wake up at such an unpleasant hour? “When I’m captain I’m going to ban mornings.”
Shavan went toward the mess hall in search of whatever passed for caffeine on this ship, before he was due on the bridge. Filling a cup with the “coffee”, he leaned back against the counter next to the coffee pot, not bothering to sit as he drank it.
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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 Oct 3, 2020 18:35:47 GMT
... Her search for serenity in logic was cut short by the sounds of early morning maintenance. She opened her eyes, determined to put what little time remained before her shift to good use. Though she attempted to lower herself down gently and carefully, the bunk creaked. The string of muffled curses she had inadvertently elicited from her bunk mate was regrettable. She watched as they turned over and pulled a thread-bare pillow over their head. Quietly as she could manage, she padded her way from the sleeping area to the cargo bay proper and spotted a Caitian preparing to work. She returned his greeting with a nod. Cwm Layne Bira - Cargo Bay, Medici ] Bira flipped up the back of her collar when she felt the draft of cool air wash over the expanse of the Cargo Bay. While she didn’t really engage in complaints about their accommodations, bunking out in makeshift cubicles in the Cargo Bay of the Medici as they were, she did miss having her own environmental controls for her sleeping quarters. If that qualified as an instance where life in Starfleet was making her soft, then Bira was fine with that. To be cold was one of life’s torments she absolutely abhorred. This, however, was just a mild attention getter and one she had expected. For the last two days Ensign K’Dex, as she learned was the officer’s name, had arrived bright and early to work upon the transporter dominating the floor of the Cargo Bay. Motion off to her side drew her attention just as Cwm T’Karra emerged from the cubicles and nodded to the Caitian in greeting. She hadn’t realized anyone else was up and flashed the woman a slight smile. The first words she had spoken that day were directed at K’Dex however. ”Good morning Ensign. How much longer until your repairs are completed?”, she asked from atop her seat on a cargo container. She had gotten up about an hour ago to stagger off to the bathroom, and afterwards out of deference to her bunk mate, sat up in the open bay rather than get back into her bunk. Lying down again would have been a pointless endeavor for the Bajoran; once awakened she was pretty much up for the day. In keeping with their disguise as civilians, she didn’t carry any insignia or equipment that would identify her as Starfleet. Clad in brown canvas trousers, Bira wore a black jacket that looked like it had seen better days for it was covered in scuff marks and the shoulder seam of the right arm was ripped slightly. Underneath she had a brown shirt she wired tucked into the trousers, which in turn were tucked into the tops of worn work boots. No one would doubt she lived and slept in the outfit, which was rather the point. Perhaps the disguise would matter, but Bira rather thought that by the time they encountered any Pirates the issue of their identities would not long remain secret. While not overly worried about how long it would take until their bait gained the attention of the Pirates, she would be more than glad to end the waiting. Inactivity had a way of getting on her nerves and she have to wonder if their quarry suspected a trap or they were just unlucky. K'Dex , T'Karra [Cargo Bay, Medici] K'Dex glanced over as he was spoken to, catching the tail end of a nod from the Vulcan, and noticing the ... Crewman Bira, he believed it was. He'd gotten a few scattered name from the various security officers as he came in day after day. "Finished 'repairs' yesterday, now just doing a daily check. The upper imaging scanner isn't in the best location, and usually needs to be adjusted and tightened every morning and night. Simply a bad fit between pieces." He mewed out softly, trying to let those attempting to surrender back to the abyss an easier journey. He himself generally hated mornings, but he was definitely quite a bit happier as of the past few days. Perhaps that was why he was getting up early for once. K'Dex was wearing an old uniform of sorts, though it'd gotten some adjustments from his teenage days, as well as a slight resizing. A simple black leotard matched against his fur, but with an additional black mesh vest, featuring a large assortment of elastic rings and pouches around his chest, carrying an assortment of tools and small parts against him. He reached up from all 4s to his full height to be able to reach the long panel along the top edge of the transporter's outer casing, and slipped his claws in to gentle pop it open, letting it hang down in front of him. Stretching up, he could barely reach the coil spanner over the transference coil, and slowly tightened it back to position. "How goes the waiting for you?" He asked casually, attempting to make more small talk.
Tag Layne Bira T'Karra
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Kova Sh'qaleq
Civilian
Posts: 516 Likes: 34
Position: Security Consultant
Species: Andorian
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Post by Kova Sh'qaleq on Oct 3, 2020 20:52:27 GMT
[Matthew Harmon - Mess Hall, Medici]"Indeed, they are," he nodded in agreement, "The sausages are good though. You've done well, quartermaster," he told Mabel as he continued to eat. "Why good morning to you too, Kova," he said sarcastically as she stuck 'the finger' up at him. He was pleased her smile was gone, she was being quite unpleasant, he had no problem with that to him, it hardly bothered him, but he knew it bothered Mabel. [NPC - Ens. Mabel Henriksen - Mess Hall, Medici]Mabel would've been amused by Kova's antics, if she wasn't disgusted. She tried to put a spin on it, but all she could manage was a Judy-sounding voice in her head saying something about "kids these days". She resolved to ignore the Andorian, and casually ask her boss for advice later. "Thank you, Sir. I tried," she said to Harmon, with a smile. The sausages were a personal touch, built on years of eating experience with breakfast meats. "You know, I actually found an extra case of earplugs that's surplus to requirements," she added, by way of offering a little gift. After all, few could benefit more from those than the man who liked to be left to his own devices. Speaking of which, why was he being so nice? [ Shavan Th’zhaar - Mess Hall, Medici] Shavan wasn’t totally sure how to feel about this mission. True, tracking a pirate ship was more suited to his experience than most Starfleet missions. He’d spent more time on ships like this than on the Mac, and it was nice not to have to wear the stuffy uniform for a while. But it also brought to mind his years as a pirate, and all sorts of memories that no amount of smuggled Romulan ale could entirely down out. Though he had been trying. It was a reminder of just how different his background was from most of the crew, and how fast they would turn on him if they knew about it. And there was also the issue of this rust bucket's lack of proper defenses. None of this were things he wanted to think about. Hence the nearly empty blue bottle under the bed, headache and sour mood. He just wanted to get the job done, and be done with it. Shavan groaned as he opened the doors to the shared quarters, blinking against the dim light in the corridor. They were supposed to be in disguise, so was it really necessary to keep to a Starfleet schedule and wake up at such an unpleasant hour? “When I’m captain I’m going to ban mornings.” Shavan went toward the mess hall in search of whatever passed for caffeine on this ship, before he was due on the bridge. Filling a cup with the “coffee”, he leaned back against the counter next to the coffee pot, not bothering to sit as he drank it. [ Kova Sh'qaleq - Mess Hall, Medici] Harmon's reply may have had the intention of being sarcastic, but it essentially told Kova that he had gotten the message. It seemed that they understood one another perfectly. Neither seemed to care for the other, but given their circumstances, they were forced to tolerate one another to an extent. She lowered her hand once the 'greetings' had been exchanged. She took a deep breath, listening as the pair of humans talked about eggs of all things. Personally, they weren't something that Kova had really cared for. At least not the Terran variety. Why eat an avian creature before it actually formed into meat? Seemed to be more of a tease than anything. Yet the only thing that stood out strange was Harmon's desire to be nice to Mabel. It was only strange because Harmon wasn't ever nice to anyone. He may kiss up to the likes of Perry and Eastman just so he can get his way from time to time, but Kova was confident he'd stab either of them in the back if it suited his needs... or earned him a fresh bottle of booze. Perhaps that was the reason. He didn't want Eastman's mouthpiece blabbing about his drinking on the job. Kova dismissed the notion. That was rather weak. No, he wanted something more. The only question was what? She continued to nurse her mug, debating whether she should actually attempt to force more of the concoction down. There was a series of pops and sparks, that actually caught Kova's attention. It seemed that one of the heating filaments had shorted out... again. When would they learn? Having seen the Maquis repurpose a few older ships, a lot of the tertiary systems typically fed into the secondary. Far be it from Kova to enlighten the engineers to such knowledge. It wasn't as if they'd give it any credence, so why waste her breath. In looking in that direction, her eyes actually fell upon Shavan. The Orion-Andorian hybrid seemed the worst for ware. Either this slum-frieghter life didn't agree with him, or he had a hangover. Perhaps that was the question of the day? These Fleeters may want to look the part of a freighter crew, but in Kova's opinion, they stood out like a Bynar with eleven toes. That was probably why these so-called pirates hadn't taken the bait. Besides, marks weren't made in transit? They were typically scouted at ports. In Kova's opinion, this rag-tag bunch were too obvious. Unless these pirates were desperate... or stupid, they'd steer clear of the Medici. Of course, these were the sorts of things Harmon was supposed to tell them. Kova... she was just apparently here to press buttons... or mysteriously disappear, but she'd be damned if the latter was going to happen.
Soft tags: Matthew Harmon , Judith Eastman (Mabel), Shavan Th'zhaar
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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 Oct 3, 2020 21:02:44 GMT
[Bridge - Medici] Now that she had her fill of the star field in front of her, which had become something akin to a ritual since coming on board the Medici. Thea sat down in the centre chair, one that wasn't overly comfortable at first until the added addition of an extra cushion, which changed it from being unable to sit properly to one of moderate comfort as Niles took care of sending a response back to the Mac. With that job done, Thea prepared to listen to what the daily reports had in store for her. On the whole there usually wasn't a lot of change and if there was it was usually to do with training, the maintenance of the ship and just as importantly the crew as they acclimatised themselves to their new albeit temporary home. As Niles started, Thea was impressed with what they were achieving, although understood the Tac Officer's desire to shave more time off the drills as no one was ever truly satisfied and often strived for perfection, especially given their current situation. She also understood his unhappiness with some of the systems and the limitations they were experiencing. Which given the ship they were using, again was understandable given the fact that it was a rush job to get it ready for this mission. They didn't have the time to upgrade it properly so it was a case of working with what they had and make the best of it. " Understood, I'd say schedule another drill for 1300 and as for the systems, its understandable that we're going to have some limitations, best we can do is work with what we have and we can always revalue whether Engineering needs more manual control or not".As Niles then told her about the rest, it wasn't surprising to hear about the issues with the Salisbury Steak as it was still a lot of trial and error, along with the news of the mild concussion. As much as Thea would of loved to have been in the small Sickbay helping those who had suffered from bad steak and the concussion, she had to remember her new role and leave her capable staff to tend to those who needed medical care. Thea was also glad to hear that the minor scuffle had been resolved and no doubt tensions would be high about now. " I can live with that, but good to hear that both situations have been sorted" She said then looked over towards Lt Aravis. " How are things helm wise Lieutenant?, anything of interest?".
tag Joshua Niles Ozu Saya[ Lt. jg. Aravis - Medici - Bridge] Aravis was musing on their mission and the other people along after she'd checked all her readings. She'd spent most of her time at the helm and hadn't interacted a great deal with the rest of the crew. She was thinking about rectifying that after this shift. The pilot was startled out of her reverie and jumped slightly upon being addressed by the doctor. She turned to give Baker her full attention to reply. All good, ma'am. The issue with the navigational sensors we had yesterday seems fine now, but I'm keeping a close eye on it. She doesn't handle anything like a Starfleet ship or runabout, but I think I've got the hang of her now.
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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 Oct 3, 2020 21:50:35 GMT
[Bridge - Medici] Now that she had her fill of the star field in front of her, which had become something akin to a ritual since coming on board the Medici. Thea sat down in the centre chair, one that wasn't overly comfortable at first until the added addition of an extra cushion, which changed it from being unable to sit properly to one of moderate comfort as Niles took care of sending a response back to the Mac. With that job done, Thea prepared to listen to what the daily reports had in store for her. On the whole there usually wasn't a lot of change and if there was it was usually to do with training, the maintenance of the ship and just as importantly the crew as they acclimatised themselves to their new albeit temporary home. As Niles started, Thea was impressed with what they were achieving, although understood the Tac Officer's desire to shave more time off the drills as no one was ever truly satisfied and often strived for perfection, especially given their current situation. She also understood his unhappiness with some of the systems and the limitations they were experiencing. Which given the ship they were using, again was understandable given the fact that it was a rush job to get it ready for this mission. They didn't have the time to upgrade it properly so it was a case of working with what they had and make the best of it. " Understood, I'd say schedule another drill for 1300 and as for the systems, its understandable that we're going to have some limitations, best we can do is work with what we have and we can always revalue whether Engineering needs more manual control or not".As Niles then told her about the rest, it wasn't surprising to hear about the issues with the Salisbury Steak as it was still a lot of trial and error, along with the news of the mild concussion. As much as Thea would of loved to have been in the small Sickbay helping those who had suffered from bad steak and the concussion, she had to remember her new role and leave her capable staff to tend to those who needed medical care. Thea was also glad to hear that the minor scuffle had been resolved and no doubt tensions would be high about now. " I can live with that, but good to hear that both situations have been sorted" She said then looked over towards Lt Aravis. " How are things helm wise Lieutenant?, anything of interest?".[ Lt. jg. Aravis - Medici - Bridge] Aravis was musing on their mission and the other people along after she'd checked all her readings. She'd spent most of her time at the helm and hadn't interacted a great deal with the rest of the crew. She was thinking about rectifying that after this shift. The pilot was startled out of her reverie and jumped slightly upon being addressed by the doctor. She turned to give Baker her full attention to reply. All good, ma'am. The issue with the navigational sensors we had yesterday seems fine now, but I'm keeping a close eye on it. She doesn't handle anything like a Starfleet ship or runabout, but I think I've got the hang of her now. [ LT(JG) Joshua Niles - Bridge, Converted Merchant Medici ]"All right, one more counter-boarding drill coming right up for this afternoon," Niles replied with a bit of an evil grin. Department heads were supposed to see to their personnel's training and response, but a ship's first officer was the one ultimately in charge of shipboard training. And, as it turned out, he enjoyed that part of the job immensely. Challenge the crew, and challenge himself in the process. Odds are, there were those who didn't much care for that kind of training regimen, and he'd probably hear about it once the mission was over. "Though as I said, I'm not entirely comfortable putting too much on manual through Engineering; we don't have anything close to a real starship's damage control capabilities, so anything that goes hands-on means one engineer who'll have more to cover, or be unavailable to deal with damage. I think we'll just have to live with a lot less precision than I'd like out of our weapons, and be more deliberate with our shooting.... especially since we can't do too much of it with what we've got for power generation. Come to think of it, I'll add a ship-to-ship component to today's drill, confirm our gunnery, and ship-handling."As he was speaking, he was tapping some notes in his PADD; odds are he would remember, but given the various demands on his time and attention in that current posting, well, he had to make sure he could stay on top of it all, and that meant copious note-taking. When Aravis gave her own report about the helm, Niles nodded. That was part of the things he had considered he didn't need to report on. If he'd been mistaken, well, he might hear about that later on. But for now, the helm answered, and navigation was on point. "I understand this is a major step down from the Mac... or just about anything else Starfleet has in commission for that matter, but I'm glad we've got you at the helm. And you just gave me an idea to make ourselves look even more like a hapless freighter."Now that the conversation had gone into tactics, a hint of a cold flame danced in Joshua's eyes. He wanted the Scalpers, so if they were under observation, he would make use of that. "Skipper, I think we need to start wandering off course a little, as if our navigation array was still acting up, and query comms relays and navigation beacons on a regular basis before coming back to where we should be; make it look like our nav systems are still acting up. What do you think?"[/font[
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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 Oct 4, 2020 12:55:47 GMT
[Bridge - Medici] To hear that everything was good with the helm was definitely something positive especially after the glitch they experienced yesterday. Whilst expected, the crew of the Medici couldn't afford to have anything serious go wrong with systems, especially to the point where they had to abandon the mission. Thea also appreciated Aravis keeping an eye on things and how she was getting the hang of the ship, which was understandable as they were all still adjusting to the differences. Then as Niles acknowledged her request for another drill, his agreement about the limitations and mentioned how he would add a ship to ship component to the drill. The Medici CO thought it wouldn't do any harm, especially if it allowed them to test the gunnery and ship handling in those conditions. However before she acknowledged it, she listened as Niles spoke to Aravis regarding her comments and gave the Lieutenant a compliment. That she definitely didn't disagree with as he came up with an idea. Whilst she may have to reel her eager XO in, if it became to farfetched but at the same time, making themselves look attractive to the Scalpers might cut through the monotony of them waiting or travelling for another day before they got a bite. Although she would stress the importance of not putting them to at risk as a result. " If it's possible then I'd say go for it, after all we can't exactly keep on this path hoping that we come across them as so far we haven't had a single bite. Although I must stress we still need to be careful. Ms Aravis, what do you think?, is it something we can do?".
tag Joshua Niles Ozu Saya
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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 Oct 4, 2020 13:20:59 GMT
[Matthew Harmon - Mess Hall]
“Oh,” Harmon said slightly surprised as Mabel seemed to offer him a gift. “Thank you, I’ve certainly been in need of something like that.” Finally, he may be able to get a moment of peace and quiet when in his quarters with that incessant chatterbox. Kova continued to be her usual gregarious self. He was a little disappointed she hasn’t left in annoyance or voiced her displeasure at his presence more, but that was fine. She seemed to be looking around the room, not particularly comfortable.
“How often is it you get this much space between you and the Commander?” He inquired of Mabel.
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T'Karra
Security & Tactical
Posts: 96 Likes: 7
Rank: Petty Officer 3rd Class
Position: Fireteam Member
Species: Vulcan
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Post by T'Karra on Oct 4, 2020 15:36:19 GMT
For the last two days Ensign K’Dex, as she learned was the officer’s name, had arrived bright and early to work upon the transporter dominating the floor of the Cargo Bay. Motion off to her side drew her attention just as Cwm T’Karra emerged from the cubicles and nodded to the Caitian in greeting. She hadn’t realized anyone else was up and flashed the woman a slight smile. The first words she had spoken that day were directed at K’Dex however. ”Good morning Ensign. How much longer until your repairs are completed?”, she asked from atop her seat on a cargo container. She had gotten up about an hour ago to stagger off to the bathroom, and afterwards out of deference to her bunk mate, sat up in the open bay rather than get back into her bunk. Lying down again would have been a pointless endeavor for the Bajoran; once awakened she was pretty much up for the day. K'Dex was wearing an old uniform of sorts, though it'd gotten some adjustments from his teenage days, as well as a slight resizing. A simple black leotard matched against his fur, but with an additional black mesh vest, featuring a large assortment of elastic rings and pouches around his chest, carrying an assortment of tools and small parts against him. He reached up from all 4s to his full height to be able to reach the long panel along the top edge of the transporter's outer casing, and slipped his claws in to gentle pop it open, letting it hang down in front of him. Stretching up, he could barely reach the coil spanner over the transference coil, and slowly tightened it back to position. "How goes the waiting for you?" He asked casually, attempting to make more small talk. Sensing the question was more directed at the Bajoran, T'Karra turned her attention to the immediate area. Near the sleeping quarters, her fellow TAC/SEC crewmen had stacked a number of pallets and storage containers into approximations of chairs and tables on which to gamble. Crewmen could often be found playing card games around shift change, which they appeared to be doing now. It wasn't the most efficient use of what little space they had, but it did appear to improve the morale of her fellow SEC/TAC crewmen. Considering none of the officers had yet shut down the operation, it seemed like agreed that it was a worthy trade off. She approached one of the larger, more sturdy looking "chairs." She then ensured that the latches were secure before rolling it back over to the access panel that the Caitian was still straining to reach. "I could not find an appropriate lift or ladder but this should add 60 or so centimeters to your height," she offered.
Tags: Layne Bira K'Dex
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Layne Bira
Security & Tactical
[TI13]
Posts: 23 Likes: 10
Rank: Crewman
Species: Bajoran
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Post by Layne Bira on Oct 4, 2020 17:25:33 GMT
Bira blinked as the information about the transporter made her a bit more than uncomfortable. Growing up as she had done, using a transporter was not as everyday normal to her as it was to most. She had assumed that once the repairs were made that the device would be fixed and that would be an end to it. Hearing that it would require ‘tinkering around with’ every day gave her cause for concern. What if something happened to K’Dex and no one knew to make the adjustments? Would the transporter appear to be functioning normally or was it the sort of misalignment that would prevent it to operate at all? Coming out of her mental reverie as T’Karra brought over a shipping container for a step stool so the engineer could reach the upper plate, Bira cleared her throat and rubbed at the back of her neck. ”Well it has only been four days so I’m not ready to steal a shuttle craft and run off to the nearest joy planet or anything”, she commented with a hint of self deprecating humor in her voice. Her nerves about the transporter caused her to forget for a moment she was addressing an officer. ”Still, I think I have played my last round of cards with this gang of cut throats”, she conceded. Upon overhearing her words, one of the gamblers chuckled as he had done fairly well at her personal expense. Having moved out of the way while the shipping crate was being properly positioned, she inquired, ”What happens if the adjustments aren’t made? I mean”, and she cleared her throat once more and cast a slight grin toward T’Karra so as not to exclude her from the conversation. ”Will it still function or is it the sort of issue that will prevent its operating at all?” She had heard stories of people who were lost to transporter accidents and she’d rather not end her life in such a manner. K'Dex , T'Karra
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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 Oct 4, 2020 20:44:43 GMT
[ Shavan Th’zhaar - Mess Hall, Medici] Shavan wasn’t totally sure how to feel about this mission. True, tracking a pirate ship was more suited to his experience than most Starfleet missions. He’d spent more time on ships like this than on the Mac, and it was nice not to have to wear the stuffy uniform for a while. But it also brought to mind his years as a pirate, and all sorts of memories that no amount of smuggled Romulan ale could entirely down out. Though he had been trying. It was a reminder of just how different his background was from most of the crew, and how fast they would turn on him if they knew about it. And there was also the issue of this rust bucket's lack of proper defenses. None of this were things he wanted to think about. Hence the nearly empty blue bottle under the bed, headache and sour mood. He just wanted to get the job done, and be done with it. Shavan groaned as he opened the doors to the shared quarters, blinking against the dim light in the corridor. They were supposed to be in disguise, so was it really necessary to keep to a Starfleet schedule and wake up at such an unpleasant hour? “When I’m captain I’m going to ban mornings.” Shavan went toward the mess hall in search of whatever passed for caffeine on this ship, before he was due on the bridge. Filling a cup with the “coffee”, he leaned back against the counter next to the coffee pot, not bothering to sit as he drank it. [ Kova Sh'qaleq - Mess Hall, Medici] Harmon's reply may have had the intention of being sarcastic, but it essentially told Kova that he had gotten the message. It seemed that they understood one another perfectly. Neither seemed to care for the other, but given their circumstances, they were forced to tolerate one another to an extent. She lowered her hand once the 'greetings' had been exchanged. She took a deep breath, listening as the pair of humans talked about eggs of all things. Personally, they weren't something that Kova had really cared for. At least not the Terran variety. Why eat an avian creature before it actually formed into meat? Seemed to be more of a tease than anything. Yet the only thing that stood out strange was Harmon's desire to be nice to Mabel. It was only strange because Harmon wasn't ever nice to anyone. He may kiss up to the likes of Perry and Eastman just so he can get his way from time to time, but Kova was confident he'd stab either of them in the back if it suited his needs... or earned him a fresh bottle of booze. Perhaps that was the reason. He didn't want Eastman's mouthpiece blabbing about his drinking on the job. Kova dismissed the notion. That was rather weak. No, he wanted something more. The only question was what? She continued to nurse her mug, debating whether she should actually attempt to force more of the concoction down. There was a series of pops and sparks, that actually caught Kova's attention. It seemed that one of the heating filaments had shorted out... again. When would they learn? Having seen the Maquis repurpose a few older ships, a lot of the tertiary systems typically fed into the secondary. Far be it from Kova to enlighten the engineers to such knowledge. It wasn't as if they'd give it any credence, so why waste her breath. In looking in that direction, her eyes actually fell upon Shavan. The Orion-Andorian hybrid seemed the worst for ware. Either this slum-frieghter life didn't agree with him, or he had a hangover. Perhaps that was the question of the day? These Fleeters may want to look the part of a freighter crew, but in Kova's opinion, they stood out like a Bynar with eleven toes. That was probably why these so-called pirates hadn't taken the bait. Besides, marks weren't made in transit? They were typically scouted at ports. In Kova's opinion, this rag-tag bunch were too obvious. Unless these pirates were desperate... or stupid, they'd steer clear of the Medici. Of course, these were the sorts of things Harmon was supposed to tell them. Kova... she was just apparently here to press buttons... or mysteriously disappear, but she'd be damned if the latter was going to happen. [Matthew Harmon - Mess Hall] “Oh,” Harmon said slightly surprised as Mabel seemed to offer him a gift. “Thank you, I’ve certainly been in need of something like that.” Finally, he may be able to get a moment of peace and quiet when in his quarters with that incessant chatterbox. Kova continued to be her usual gregarious self. He was a little disappointed she hasn’t left in annoyance or voiced her displeasure at his presence more, but that was fine. She seemed to be looking around the room, not particularly comfortable. “How often is it you get this much space between you and the Commander?” He inquired of Mabel. [NPC - Ens. Mabel Henriksen - Mess Hall, Medici]Mabel ate a bite of the hash browns, enjoying the act of eating despite the mediocrity of the dish. It could be worse - like the time she tried to make sourdough at the academy. "Not this much distance. My job is to do what she needs me to, so I normally stay where she is," she answered Harmon. Truth be told, she preferred to stay close to Judy, whose relatively steady routines suited the young woman just fine. Out of the corner of her eye, Mabel saw Lieutenant Shavan standing by the coffee. "Come join us!" she invited, with her usual bubbly tone and smile.
Tag Shavan Th'zhaar and Matthew Harmon , soft Kova Sh'qaleq
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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 Oct 4, 2020 21:19:25 GMT
[ Glinn Uleya Tarlek - Flight Deck, Pirate Raider Cutthroat ]Hunting merchant shipping. That was what Glinn Uleya Tarlek was reduced to. But since the end of the War against the Federation, there was really no place left for real Cardassians in the Empire… the Union like her. Cardassians were conquerors and took what they wanted, they didn’t beg for Federation, Klingon and Romulan scraps. Gul Kosoter had known it, and while he still had a chance, he gathered as many like-minded true Cardassians to him as he could, and made out before the noose could close around their necks. And now, Kosoter’s Scalpers were conquerors, albeit on a much smaller scale. They were gathering wealth and materials, recruiting numbers. And once they would amass enough strength in terms of ships and men, they would find an independent star system, and they would make it theirs, and rule it the way true Cardassians ruled: with an iron fist. So, they had to conserve their true strength and use their raiders; they had to recruit from the scum of the galaxy to make up the numbers they needed. But at least, the Gul was making sure only true sons and daughters of Cardassia commanded his ships. And while some of the crews and troops they were recruiting were little more than thugs who were just in it for the money, there were those who believed in their cause, and the core of the Scalpers was the crew the Gul had assembled before they went into exile from a home that was no longer theirs, and knew that the true mission wasn’t wealth or to sow terror, but to take a new home for themselves. And, it gave Uleya Tarlek all the opportunities she may possibly want to make anyone she encountered pay for what had been done to her people. They had been on the prowl for a few weeks, and had already sent back two prizes back to their base, and she reckoned she still had just enough people to take one more if she proved to be worth taking intact, before returning home at the end of their patrol leg. And, for the last few hours, they had been keeping an eye on a lumbering freighter, one that was flying blissfully unaware of where they were, happily transmitting to every navigation beacon and communication relay in range, and their transponder radiating away to identify them. A ship called the Medici… ”Helm, lay in an intercept course for the Medici. Clear for action, and prepare the boarding parties. We’ve got prey.”
Tags: Judith EastmanThea BakerOzu SayaShavan Th'zhaarKova Sh'qaleqMatthew HarmonLayne BiraT'KarraK'Dex
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