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 5, 2020 3:08:04 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[
Tags Thea Baker Ozu Saya
[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[ Lt. jg. Aravis - Bridge - Medici] Aravis only considered for a moment, then replied, Yes, ma'am. That should be easy. Every time I make a course change, I can duplicate the degree of errors we were having yesterday. Since I'll know what's happening this time, I won't have any trouble keeping track of our actual location.
Let it go on for awhile, then start pinging the beacons, like the Lieutenant said. Aravis nodded at Niles in acknowledgement. Since I'll be going off of what happened yesterday, the errors shouldn't look deliberate. I can take the correct heading, then program it to drift slightly. It would actually be an interesting little challenge for her.
Tag Thea Baker and Joshua Niles
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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 5, 2020 4:29:56 GMT
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 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 [Cargo Bay, Medici] K'Dex felt the cargo crate slide perfectly next to him, and he ignored it as he finished the last tightening, and fell back to just a standing position. "Oh, thank you but no. This lets me stretch, and it's just a tiny adjustment. As far as it working, it's more of a problem if it happens over several days, and would either slow down initiating transport, or totally failing if it got loose enough." K'Dex swung the panel back up with a pop, and looked down at the Bajoran briefly, recognizing a brief worry across her face. "No worries, I've run it through a full diagnostic once I finished yesterday. This is just a loose fastener, from two odd parts." K'Dex carefully kicked the crate back towards it's original position. He stopped for a moment to relay with the bridge from the wall mounted comm unit. =/\= "K'Dex to Bridge, any maintenance requests over night that I missed?"=/\=
Tag T'Karra, Layne Bira, Joshua Niles, Thea Baker
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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 5, 2020 15:41:11 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?". [ 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.” [ Lt. jg. Aravis - Bridge - Medici] Aravis only considered for a moment, then replied, Yes, ma'am. That should be easy. Every time I make a course change, I can duplicate the degree of errors we were having yesterday. Since I'll know what's happening this time, I won't have any trouble keeping track of our actual location.
Let it go on for awhile, then start pinging the beacons, like the Lieutenant said. Aravis nodded at Niles in acknowledgement. Since I'll be going off of what happened yesterday, the errors shouldn't look deliberate. I can take the correct heading, then program it to drift slightly. It would actually be an interesting little challenge for her. [ LT(JG) Joshua Niles - Bridge, Converted Merchant Medici ]Niles was fairly certain his notion was feasible. Now, he may not know exactly just how much the ship had been drifting or how, only that there had been an issue with the internal navigation systems, and they had needed a lot more course corrections than should have been necessary. At least, it had served to advertise their presence by tagging nearby beacons rather than working from dead-reckoning. Not that a freighter had the astrometrics and stellar cartography resources even the leanest of starships had in order to do so without having to shout their presence to the universe at large. However, while he did have some unilateral authority, it did not extend that far, and he had been warned before about exceeding his bounds. So, he turned to look at the Skipper, see whether she approved, and when she offered her nod, he returned his attention to the helmsman. "Ms. Aravis, go ahead and start making us drift around, and let's keep our course corrections slovenly and un-Starfleet-like so we can do a good impression of a warp-capable drunk duck." Drunk duck. He hadn't heard that one since flight training back at the Academy, when the instructors were being critical of one's ability to maintain a course, or keep station on someone else... typically when said trainee was being less than skillful at it. The converted freighter Medici settled on that new flight path, and the ship's routine continued with its regular monotony for some time, until Petty Officer Caorc who had been manning the sensors console chimed up. "Captain, Sir, got something on sensors, and looks like it's on an intercept course." The Tellarite's naturally gruff tones sounded on the diminutive Bridge, and Niles brought up the readings on his own console. However, he stopped himself from doing his own analysis, and instead called out to the crewman. "What do you see, Mister Caorc?""Sir, looks like some kind of heavy patrol craft or light freighter and they're trying to be sneaky about it. Well, sneaky against a normal merchie at least. They're gaining on us, I make time to intercept in forty-seven minutes. And... well damn, I'd say she looks like one of the raiders we know the Scalpers are using." The distinction about how they would be sneaky against merchants was not lost. The Medici's sensor suite had been one of the systems that had seen the most significant overhaul in her conversion, and she sported a fit with capabilities that would have been right at home on a starship in active commission; perhaps not nearly as good as the one found on a top-of-the-line current-generation ship, but still far better than anything a mere freighter would have sported. Now it was time to double-check the man's work. There were only so many bridge, let alone tactical, officers that could be spared from the Mac for an extended mission like this one, and that meant it was time for the acting first officer to put on his tactical hat, and he reviewed the readings himself, and found nothing erroneous. Now, there was not enough to identify which raider specifically was targeting them, but that hardly mattered in the immediate. "Skipper, that's confirmed, one Scalper raider on intercept course. Lots of time for us to get ready to receive them." As he spoke, Niles rose from his seat and opened the Bridge small arms locker, and started handing out thoroughly Starfleet-issue hand phasers; it was one thing to wear civilian clothes and use a ship that wouldn't be showing on any Starfleet ship lists, but there were limits as to how far they should take the disguise, and that line had been drawn at personal equipment, tools and small arms; there simply hadn't been time to train a crew to use anything but what they were already accustomed to. "Lieutenant Aravis, steady as she goes, if we were merchants we wouldn't even know they exist yet. So, Skipper, shall we go to boarding stations?"
Tags: Judith Eastman Thea Baker Ozu Saya Shavan Th'zhaar Kova Sh'qaleq Matthew Harmon Layne Bira T'Karra K'Dex
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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 5, 2020 17:19:55 GMT
[Bridge-Medici] The response she got from Aravis was confirmation enough that this was the plan they were going to go with and once she had given the go ahead to put it into play. Thea sat back, knowing it was now a waiting game to see if the Scalpers would take the bait or not. After all of the drills, preparation and living undercover for days, if this worked then they could be reunited with the Mac a lot sooner than anticipated. Still there was something about the situation and what they were about to do, that didn't scare Thea when really it should of to some degree. She couldn't exactly pinpoint the exact reason why but the adrenaline rush was definitely simmering under the surface. Although she did stop herself from getting up and pacing, a habit that had followed her for most of her career, before Caorc, the Petty Officer manning the sensors informed them of what he was picking up and Thea knew there was no going back now as Niles then confirmed that it was the Scalpers. Even though they had time to prepare before their arrival, Thea wasn't about to get complacent either as Niles began handing out the phasers and gave Aravis instructions as to keep things steady and keep up the charade for as long as possible. When she was then asked if they should go to boarding stations, Thea knew what her answer would be. " Yes, we should, I'll make the announcement" she replied and toggled the comm line so the whole crew would hear. =M= Attention all hands, report to Boarding Stations, this is not a drill, I repeat this is not a drill =M=
tag Joshua Niles Kova Sh'qaleq Judith Eastman Ozu Saya Matthew Harmon K'Dex T'Karra Layne Bira
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Sven Aune
Security & Tactical
[TI23]
Posts: 378 Likes: 23
Rank: Lieutenant Commander
Position: Chief of Security. Combat Engineer
Species: Human
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Post by Sven Aune on Oct 5, 2020 21:38:46 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 |Captain's Ready Room || lt.cmdr. Sven Aune |Sven entered. Judy was decked out in her Yankee's paraphernalia. She did love her team and she equally loved to show her colors. Sven had noticed the booing emanating from he holo projector. "Mayor of New York?" he inquired as he found a seat. "What did he do?" Sven didn't keep up with the politics of Earth much. Let alone a city. But the mayor must have done something unpopular. "Thanks for inviting me. I need something to take my mind off this mission." It was eating at him. These sorts of things have a way of going sideways. And fast. It was true the Niles wanted more responsibility, and acting as the XO of the Medici would be good experience, but bait.... Sven was used to getting in and doing things on his own. Boots on the ground. But now he was in command, and had to sit back and watch. It was hard for the inexperienced officer. And it showed on his face. Worry had been eating at him. "How's the family?" Sven decided not to think about it much and changed the subject in his mind. Tag Judith Eastman [/quote]
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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 6, 2020 0:33:18 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. [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. [Bridge-Medici] [...] When she was then asked if they should go to boarding stations, Thea knew what her answer would be. " Yes, we should, I'll make the announcement" she replied and toggled the comm line so the whole crew would hear. =M= Attention all hands, report to Boarding Stations, this is not a drill, I repeat this is not a drill =M=[ Kova Sh'qaleq - Mess Hall --> Bridge, Medici] Kova continued to sit there, listening at the pair of humans at the table engage in small talk. At least, that's probably what Mabel was doing. Harmon, however, was attempting to be clever and fishing for information on Mabel's boss, Eastman. He was asking innocent questions for seemingly harmless details. However, as much of a pain in the ass as he was, it was an effective way to cleverly collect valuable intelligence. Given an hour, he'd likely know all of Eastman's access codes if he didn't already. The question was, why? What sort of leverage was he looking to gain? Kova continued to casually listen, as Mabel invited Shavan over. Shavan... the Vulcan whisperer, all of a sudden. In her opinion, it was just another testament to how much his Andorian culture had been suppressed. It was true, some people may say that he was simply being progressive, but those people were naive. After all these centuries, Vulcan's hadn't changed. Before Shavan could actually join them at the table, however, another alarm sounded. Was this another drill? Baker's voice soon came over the comm announcing that it wasn't a drill and that they were supposed to report to Boarding Stations. "What the hell have they done now?" Kova said as she placed her mug on the table and rose from her seat. She was familiar with the details of the plan that had been shared. This had always been a viable course of action for the plan. That didn't meant that it wasn't a stupid plan... (in her professional opinion.) Kova moved quickly from the mess hall, down the corridor, en route to the Bridge. After a few moments, she arrived at the Bridge, making note of the people already at their stations. There was their 'skipper' as the doctor had been so affectionately called. Kova supposed they'd find out how effective a commander she truly was sortly. There was Aravis at the helm, who had the reputation of being a decent pilot. If they didn't go down on some moon, Kova would likely agree. And then there was the man rumored to have the heaviest trigger finger in the fleet (by a select few)... Dirty Harry himself, Mr. Niles. Kova began to make her way over to the communications station, shaking her head as she lowered herself into her seat. It was far from state of the art, even given the modifications that had been made. Of course, they didn't make the modifications Kova had suggested, or allowed her to make them. Some noise about official clearance and authentic code being piped up as excuses. A sigh left her lips as she lowered herself into the seat. She could make due... she just shouldn't have to. As she lifted her arms to the console to run a quick diagnostic, she felt her elbows collide with Caorc's arm. "Move over," she griped. Clearly, the thought he deserved more space than his station had been delegated. He was just reading sensors... which was redundant given that the same could be done from the ops and tactical stations.
Tag: Matthew Harmon , Judith Eastman (Mabel), Shavan Th'zhaar , Ozu Saya (Aravis), Joshua Niles , Thea Baker
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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 6, 2020 0:55:42 GMT
|Captain's Ready Room || lt.cmdr. Sven Aune |Sven entered. Judy was decked out in her Yankee's paraphernalia. She did love her team and she equally loved to show her colors. Sven had noticed the booing emanating from he holo projector. "Mayor of New York?" he inquired as he found a seat. "What did he do?" Sven didn't keep up with the politics of Earth much. Let alone a city. But the mayor must have done something unpopular. "Thanks for inviting me. I need something to take my mind off this mission." It was eating at him. These sorts of things have a way of going sideways. And fast. It was true the Niles wanted more responsibility, and acting as the XO of the Medici would be good experience, but bait.... Sven was used to getting in and doing things on his own. Boots on the ground. But now he was in command, and had to sit back and watch. It was hard for the inexperienced officer. And it showed on his face. Worry had been eating at him. "How's the family?" Sven decided not to think about it much and changed the subject in his mind. [Cmdr. Judith Eastman(-Williams), Max Williams & Anna Eastman Williams - Captain's Ready Room, USS Mac]"We're all right, thank you," Anna answered on behalf of herself and her father. Judy's attention was drawn away momentarily by a ping on her PADD, with an alert from the bridge of the ship approaching the Medici. With her stylus, she quickly typed up a quick text-only message, and sent it directed to Dr. Baker, Lt. Niles, and Mabel: Good luck. We're standing by. -J.E.W. "It's not so much anything that Mayor Jenkins did, as the way New Yorkers are. Every time, we elect a mayor, and we fawn over them for a bit, and then suddenly we hate them. Usually, we get over it, but every mayor has that phase where they get booed at sports games," she explained New York City politics in brief. "Judy's mother[fn]Former Mayor Diane Eastman[/fn] got booed at the Opera once," Max recalled, drawing on an incident early in their marriage. "It made me very glad that Judy didn't go into politics.""I like the choices that I made," Judy agreed with Max's sentiment, as she leaned over to share a kiss with him. "Now, kiddos, keep a close eye on the pitcher," the XO transitioned to baseball talk, motioning at the holographic appearance of the player on the mound, a very youthful Bajoran in Solar Sailors garb. "That's Egi. He's their lefty specialist, a rookie, and he's quite good, but don't tell Saya I admitted that. Our guy at bat, DeNero..."Judy cut herself off as Egi threw and DeNero missed. "That's strike one," Anna noted, almost cheeky, and Judy rolled her eyes. On the third pitch, DeNero hit the ball and took off running with impressive speed.
Tag Sven Aune Text-message tag Thea Baker and Joshua Niles
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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 6, 2020 1:13:05 GMT
[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. [ Shavan Th’zhaar - Mess Hall -> Weapons Locker] Shavan took a sip of the coffee, wondering how long they’d be stuck out here. It was possible this whole thing was a waste of time, anyway. Most of the Mac’s crew didn’t know what they were dealing with. Surely even some second-rate “Scalpers” on the fringes of space would sense a trap. Also, the coffee was disgusting. Looking around the room, he noticed Kova sitting with two human officers at one of the tables. An odd group. Shavan was just about to leave when Ensign Henriksen called out inviting him to sit with them. Right.. because that didn’t look awkward at all. But he had no reason to be rude to Mabel, and nowhere else to be. Shavan drained his mug of coffee and poured another. Then forced a cheerful, or at least polite, smile at Mabel. “Sure” he replied, walking towards an empty seat. “Morning, everyone.”The ship-wide announcement sounded over the comms. Lucky timing. He set the mug down and quickly followed Kova out the door to the mess hall. Following the protocols that had already been laid out, he went first to the weapons locker to take a phaser. Shavan rarely went anywhere without some form of (definitely non-regulation) weapon of his own, but that was the plan, and it never hurt to be more prepared. Hopefully this day was about to get interesting. soft tag Judith Eastman (Mabel) Kova Sh'qaleq Matthew Harmon
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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 6, 2020 9:04:27 GMT
[Matthew Harmon - Mess Hall -> Bridge]
Mabel affirmed that she was rarely so far from Eastman, as Harmon had presumed. It was surprising to him that she had been assigned to this mission. It was well known that the Commander trusted her assistant greatly, however Harmon had assumed that she trusted Commander Baker as well so it was odd to him that Mabel was here. He did not have time to think more on this or follow up, however, as Boarding Stations was sounded. Kova, despite all her complaining and lack of enthusiasm with...well everything she seemed to do, practically leapt up from her chair to rush to the bridge. Likewise, Shavan quickly left to arm himself. Harmon, however, was in no such rush. As those around him rushed into action in preparation for being boarded, Harmon calmly finished his eggs and sausage, and took a long drink from his flask before leisurely strolling towards the bridge where he stood silently watching what was going on as he leaned against the wall near the door given the lack of space.
Soft tag bridge
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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 6, 2020 16:49:56 GMT
[ Kova Sh'qaleq - Mess Hall --> Bridge, Medici] Kova continued to sit there, listening at the pair of humans at the table engage in small talk. At least, that's probably what Mabel was doing. Harmon, however, was attempting to be clever and fishing for information on Mabel's boss, Eastman. He was asking innocent questions for seemingly harmless details. However, as much of a pain in the ass as he was, it was an effective way to cleverly collect valuable intelligence. Given an hour, he'd likely know all of Eastman's access codes if he didn't already. The question was, why? What sort of leverage was he looking to gain? Kova continued to casually listen, as Mabel invited Shavan over. Shavan... the Vulcan whisperer, all of a sudden. In her opinion, it was just another testament to how much his Andorian culture had been suppressed. It was true, some people may say that he was simply being progressive, but those people were naive. After all these centuries, Vulcan's hadn't changed. Before Shavan could actually join them at the table, however, another alarm sounded. Was this another drill? Baker's voice soon came over the comm announcing that it wasn't a drill and that they were supposed to report to Boarding Stations. "What the hell have they done now?" Kova said as she placed her mug on the table and rose from her seat. She was familiar with the details of the plan that had been shared. This had always been a viable course of action for the plan. That didn't meant that it wasn't a stupid plan... (in her professional opinion.) Kova moved quickly from the mess hall, down the corridor, en route to the Bridge. After a few moments, she arrived at the Bridge, making note of the people already at their stations. There was their 'skipper' as the doctor had been so affectionately called. Kova supposed they'd find out how effective a commander she truly was sortly. There was Aravis at the helm, who had the reputation of being a decent pilot. If they didn't go down on some moon, Kova would likely agree. And then there was the man rumored to have the heaviest trigger finger in the fleet (by a select few)... Dirty Harry himself, Mr. Niles. Kova began to make her way over to the communications station, shaking her head as she lowered herself into her seat. It was far from state of the art, even given the modifications that had been made. Of course, they didn't make the modifications Kova had suggested, or allowed her to make them. Some noise about official clearance and authentic code being piped up as excuses. A sigh left her lips as she lowered herself into the seat. She could make due... she just shouldn't have to. As she lifted her arms to the console to run a quick diagnostic, she felt her elbows collide with Caorc's arm. "Move over," she griped. Clearly, the thought he deserved more space than his station had been delegated. He was just reading sensors... which was redundant given that the same could be done from the ops and tactical stations. [ Shavan Th’zhaar - Mess Hall -> Weapons Locker] Shavan took a sip of the coffee, wondering how long they’d be stuck out here. It was possible this whole thing was a waste of time, anyway. Most of the Mac’s crew didn’t know what they were dealing with. Surely even some second-rate “Scalpers” on the fringes of space would sense a trap. Also, the coffee was disgusting. Looking around the room, he noticed Kova sitting with two human officers at one of the tables. An odd group. Shavan was just about to leave when Ensign Henriksen called out inviting him to sit with them. Right.. because that didn’t look awkward at all. But he had no reason to be rude to Mabel, and nowhere else to be. Shavan drained his mug of coffee and poured another. Then forced a cheerful, or at least polite, smile at Mabel. “Sure” he replied, walking towards an empty seat. “Morning, everyone.”The ship-wide announcement sounded over the comms. Lucky timing. He set the mug down and quickly followed Kova out the door to the mess hall. Following the protocols that had already been laid out, he went first to the weapons locker to take a phaser. Shavan rarely went anywhere without some form of (definitely non-regulation) weapon of his own, but that was the plan, and it never hurt to be more prepared. Hopefully this day was about to get interesting. [Matthew Harmon - Mess Hall -> Bridge]
Mabel affirmed that she was rarely so far from Eastman, as Harmon had presumed. It was surprising to him that she had been assigned to this mission. It was well known that the Commander trusted her assistant greatly, however Harmon had assumed that she trusted Commander Baker as well so it was odd to him that Mabel was here. He did not have time to think more on this or follow up, however, as Boarding Stations was sounded. Kova, despite all her complaining and lack of enthusiasm with...well everything she seemed to do, practically leapt up from her chair to rush to the bridge. Likewise, Shavan quickly left to arm himself. Harmon, however, was in no such rush. As those around him rushed into action in preparation for being boarded, Harmon calmly finished his eggs and sausage, and took a long drink from his flask before leisurely strolling towards the bridge where he stood silently watching what was going on as he leaned against the wall near the door given the lack of space. [NPC - Ens. Mabel Henriksen - Mess Hall -> Bridge, Medici]The ship-wide announcement, in addition to being a call to action, served as a reminder to Mabel that they were here on their own. Sure, she trusted Dr. Baker very much, but they were still on a little freighter, and the acting XO was in Mabel's own graduating class. Taking one last sausage in a napkin, Mabel headed immediately for the bridge, where she soon arrived, huffing and puffing. She stood in the back, leaning against a bulkead as she caught her breath. Then, her little pocket mini-PADD pinged with a message. Good luck. We're standing by. -J.E.W. Just like that, Mabel felt more secure. Those 5 words, and the whimsical initials, were reassurance, that the elderly officer Mabel so greatly respected was watching out for their little ship. "The Mac knows they're here, and they're standing by," she reported, with a clearly relieved tone.
Soft tag on the bridge
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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 7, 2020 1:03:42 GMT
[Bridge-Medici] The response she got from Aravis was confirmation enough that this was the plan they were going to go with and once she had given the go ahead to put it into play. Thea sat back, knowing it was now a waiting game to see if the Scalpers would take the bait or not. After all of the drills, preparation and living undercover for days, if this worked then they could be reunited with the Mac a lot sooner than anticipated. Still there was something about the situation and what they were about to do, that didn't scare Thea when really it should of to some degree. She couldn't exactly pinpoint the exact reason why but the adrenaline rush was definitely simmering under the surface. Although she did stop herself from getting up and pacing, a habit that had followed her for most of her career, before Caorc, the Petty Officer manning the sensors informed them of what he was picking up and Thea knew there was no going back now as Niles then confirmed that it was the Scalpers. Even though they had time to prepare before their arrival, Thea wasn't about to get complacent either as Niles began handing out the phasers and gave Aravis instructions as to keep things steady and keep up the charade for as long as possible. When she was then asked if they should go to boarding stations, Thea knew what her answer would be. " Yes, we should, I'll make the announcement" she replied and toggled the comm line so the whole crew would hear. =M= Attention all hands, report to Boarding Stations, this is not a drill, I repeat this is not a drill =M=[ Kova Sh'qaleq - Mess Hall --> Bridge, Medici] Kova continued to sit there, listening at the pair of humans at the table engage in small talk. At least, that's probably what Mabel was doing. Harmon, however, was attempting to be clever and fishing for information on Mabel's boss, Eastman. He was asking innocent questions for seemingly harmless details. However, as much of a pain in the ass as he was, it was an effective way to cleverly collect valuable intelligence. Given an hour, he'd likely know all of Eastman's access codes if he didn't already. The question was, why? What sort of leverage was he looking to gain? Kova continued to casually listen, as Mabel invited Shavan over. Shavan... the Vulcan whisperer, all of a sudden. In her opinion, it was just another testament to how much his Andorian culture had been suppressed. It was true, some people may say that he was simply being progressive, but those people were naive. After all these centuries, Vulcan's hadn't changed. Before Shavan could actually join them at the table, however, another alarm sounded. Was this another drill? Baker's voice soon came over the comm announcing that it wasn't a drill and that they were supposed to report to Boarding Stations. "What the hell have they done now?" Kova said as she placed her mug on the table and rose from her seat. She was familiar with the details of the plan that had been shared. This had always been a viable course of action for the plan. That didn't meant that it wasn't a stupid plan... (in her professional opinion.) Kova moved quickly from the mess hall, down the corridor, en route to the Bridge. After a few moments, she arrived at the Bridge, making note of the people already at their stations. There was their 'skipper' as the doctor had been so affectionately called. Kova supposed they'd find out how effective a commander she truly was sortly. There was Aravis at the helm, who had the reputation of being a decent pilot. If they didn't go down on some moon, Kova would likely agree. And then there was the man rumored to have the heaviest trigger finger in the fleet (by a select few)... Dirty Harry himself, Mr. Niles. Kova began to make her way over to the communications station, shaking her head as she lowered herself into her seat. It was far from state of the art, even given the modifications that had been made. Of course, they didn't make the modifications Kova had suggested, or allowed her to make them. Some noise about official clearance and authentic code being piped up as excuses. A sigh left her lips as she lowered herself into the seat. She could make due... she just shouldn't have to. As she lifted her arms to the console to run a quick diagnostic, she felt her elbows collide with Caorc's arm. "Move over," she griped. Clearly, the thought he deserved more space than his station had been delegated. He was just reading sensors... which was redundant given that the same could be done from the ops and tactical stations. [Matthew Harmon - Mess Hall -> Bridge]
Mabel affirmed that she was rarely so far from Eastman, as Harmon had presumed. It was surprising to him that she had been assigned to this mission. It was well known that the Commander trusted her assistant greatly, however Harmon had assumed that she trusted Commander Baker as well so it was odd to him that Mabel was here. He did not have time to think more on this or follow up, however, as Boarding Stations was sounded. Kova, despite all her complaining and lack of enthusiasm with...well everything she seemed to do, practically leapt up from her chair to rush to the bridge. Likewise, Shavan quickly left to arm himself. Harmon, however, was in no such rush. As those around him rushed into action in preparation for being boarded, Harmon calmly finished his eggs and sausage, and took a long drink from his flask before leisurely strolling towards the bridge where he stood silently watching what was going on as he leaned against the wall near the door given the lack of space. [NPC - Ens. Mabel Henriksen - Mess Hall -> Bridge, Medici]The ship-wide announcement, in addition to being a call to action, served as a reminder to Mabel that they were here on their own. Sure, she trusted Dr. Baker very much, but they were still on a little freighter, and the acting XO was in Mabel's own graduating class. Taking one last sausage in a napkin, Mabel headed immediately for the bridge, where she soon arrived, huffing and puffing. She stood in the back, leaning against a bulkead as she caught her breath. Then, her little pocket mini-PADD pinged with a message. Good luck. We're standing by. -J.E.W. Just like that, Mabel felt more secure. Those 5 words, and the whimsical initials, were reassurance, that the elderly officer Mabel so greatly respected was watching out for their little ship. "The Mac knows they're here, and they're standing by," she reported, with a clearly relieved tone. [ NPC - Glinn Uleya Tarlek - Flight Deck, Pirate Raider Cutthroat ]The time between selecting a prey to stalk and pouncing upon it was always the longest for Uleya Tarlek. Oh, they could come in hard and fast, but if they were too aggressive, even merchant-grade sensors could pick up one of their raiders and get a distress call out and attract all sorts of unpleasantness on their head. Raiders like Cutthroat were armed well-enough to make short work of any merchant getting uppity, and could even tangle with some patrol ships belonging to minor governments or colonies, the kind the Cardassian Empire of old would eat for breakfast without anyone daring to oppose them. But if there was a Federation starship nearby, a Nyberrite Alliance vessel, or even just another merchant to relay the message, it could spell disaster for it would not take too much to run down and overpower her command. Or worse, follow her to her home base and summon reinforcements... So, they took their time, closing the distance slowly so when they would reveal their presence, they would be within weapons range of this Medici (whatever a 'medici' was, sounded like some kind of disease to her ears!) and in a position to convince them not to call for aid. Within the Raider, what was left of her crew after having taken prizes was readying itself for a boarding. They would do it the old-fashioned way, with a hard seal supported by their tractor beams, and then send the eight members of her crew she could spare to do so, leaving her and only a handful aboard to maintain control on the ship. And, her eight, she knew could terrorize any crew of merchant spacers easily enough through speed, surprise and violence of action even if they were heavily outnumbered. They would spread from the docking port right amidships towards their command deck and their engine room, secure both spaces, gather the crew in the messhall, then figure out their course of action. Ransack the ship, take her whole as a prize, only take crew to sell on as slaves or hostages, that all depended on what they would find.
[ LT(JG) Joshua Niles - Bridge, Converted Merchant Medici ]Once the call to go to boarding stations had gone out, Niles focused intently on his board. Someone had taken the diminutive Tactical station and had been running a passive plot on the incoming pirate, without any scans that would reveal they had been seen, and all the sections where personnel was supposed to report to had been starting to come back to him as manned and ready, and the internal security measures meant to control and contain the ingress of boarders were becoming available. Though, when Ensign Henrisksen reported that the Mac was standing by if need be, the acting First Officer found himself wondering how they had known... but that was a matter for another time as they needed to prepare themselves for action. And, speaking of which, everyone had reported ready and armed; Engineering was sealed off, forcefields and blast doors were on standby, and what passed for their combat systems was ready to come online at a moment's notice. However, one section had been the last to report ready... and that had been the Bridge for one person was missing: Commander Harmon just strolled in as if there was really nothing going on. Initially, Niles wanted to remind him of their situation, but he bit his tongue instead, for he had to focus on getting a ship that lacked all the redundancies and diagnostic tools of a true starship ready and keep her that way. A good thirty one minutes had passed since they had initially detected the incoming raider, when Caorc, much more cramped than he'd initially been, reported. "I have life signs; I make it a total of fourteen left in there." "Very well, Mister Caorc," replied Joshua from his position. "Skipper, I'd say that puts us in a pretty good spot to take them. Recommend we let them board then contain their boarders, have Miss Sh'qaleq do her magic and disable their ship remotely, and then" his face showed an expression that was eager yet discipline and a cold and hard flame dancing in his eyes, [font color=gold"Then we take them."[/font]
[ NPC - Glinn Uleya Tarlek - Flight Deck, Pirate Raider Cutthroat ]Finally, they had closed to within weapons range, close enough for their less-than-first-rate torpedoes to hit, at least, so the Glinn commanding the raider gestured to her weapons officer to open a channel. =KS= "Medici, this is Kosoter's Scalpers raider Cutthroat. I am Glinn Uleya Tarlek and I have you under my guns. Drop out of warp and come to a full stop. You will not respond to my hail. You will not send a distress call. You will not raise your shields. You will not target what weapons you might have on me. What you will do, you will unlock your centermost port cargo airlock and you will wait to be boarded. Any disobedience or resistance and I will start killing. You have one minute to comply. Cutthroat out."=KS=
[ LT(JG) Joshua Niles - Bridge, Converted Merchant Medici ]The time since he'd made his recommendation had seemed endless despite being only a matter of minutes, and then a broadband hail hit the Medici along with a weapons lock, and the viewscreen showed the face of a Cardassian officer who explained her demands. Demands that matched precisely the script that other ships that had encountered the Scalpers had reported. The degree of consistency and doctrinal discipline the Scalpers were showing were a large part of why Starfleet had deemed them to be a sufficient threat to detach the Mac to handle them rather than dispatch other units to deal with the situation. And now, it was time to get ready. Though it was not his place to order Lieutenant Aravis to come to a full stop as instructed by the pirates, he did start issuing internal commands, and to take some measures of his own. "Bridge and Engineering transport inhibitors are ready to go," he reported before opening a shipwide channel. =M= "All hands, prepare to receive boarders. Security teams, expect entry at Number 3 port side cargo lock."=M=
Tags: Judith EastmanMatthew HarmonThea BakerKova Sh'qaleqShavan Th'zhaarOzu SayaLayne BiraT'KarraK'Dex
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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 7, 2020 7:36:53 GMT
[Bridge - Medici] Now that the alert had been sounded, the Bridge suddenly became a hive of activity, the kind that Thea usually associated with a red alert on the Mac. However the Skipper hadn't forgotten that this wasn't the Mac and that they were about to become bait. There was a fleeting thought of Isaiah and a promise to return to him, before Harmon drew her attention as he arrived before Mabel then appeared not far behind him slightly out of breath. Thea decided now wasn't the time for a reminder about their situation as the Ensign and Judy's assistant informed them that the Mac knew that the Scalpers were here and that they were standing by. " Let's hope we don't need them yet" Thea began as she then looked towards Mabel and Harmon. " I suggest that you both arm yourselves, if you haven't already done so and prepare to take up a defensive position".Then as Caorc informed them about the life signs that he had detected, Thea then agreed with Niles's assessment regarding how it put them in a good position and the recommendation that followed, didn't take her long to process it. Although the expression and cold hard look in his eyes, slightly unnerved her for a moment before she acknowledged him. " Agreed, Mr Niles, make it so and let's not forget why we're here".The latter part of her comment was a reminder to everyone as the Scalpers made their presence known and the image of a female Cardassian appeared on the viewscreen. Her demands were familiar thanks the the numerous reports that she had read and it was now up to her and the crew to play along until they boarded. So as Niles made his report then opened a ship wide channel, Thea then gave her own order. " Ms Aravis, drop out of warp and bring us to a full stop, Mr Niles unlock the port cargo airlock the moment we come to a stop, Ms Sh'qaleq prepare to disable their ship once boarding has been confirmed and everyone else get ready for our guests".
tag Matthew Harmon Judith Eastman Joshua Niles Kova Sh'qaleq Ozu Saya
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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 7, 2020 12:06:51 GMT
Although she did stop herself from getting up and pacing, a habit that had followed her for most of her career, before Caorc, the Petty Officer manning the sensors informed them of what he was picking up and Thea knew there was no going back now as Niles then confirmed that it was the Scalpers. Even though they had time to prepare before their arrival, Thea wasn't about to get complacent either as Niles began handing out the phasers and gave Aravis instructions as to keep things steady and keep up the charade for as long as possible. When she was then asked if they should go to boarding stations, Thea knew what her answer would be. " Yes, we should, I'll make the announcement" she replied and toggled the comm line so the whole crew would hear. =M= Attention all hands, report to Boarding Stations, this is not a drill, I repeat this is not a drill =M=
tag Joshua Niles Kova Sh'qaleq Judith Eastman Ozu Saya Matthew Harmon K'Dex T'Karra Layne Bira [ LT(JG) Joshua Niles - Bridge, Converted Merchant Medici ]=M= "All hands, prepare to receive boarders. Security teams, expect entry at Number 3 port side cargo lock."=M= [Adjacent Cargo Lock 3, Medici] After the first announcement, weapons were issued and containers that could provide sufficient cover were arranged in a haphazard looking semi circle near likely entry points and cargo locks. The goal was to facilitate interlocking fields of fire without looking like an organized defense to the untrained eyes of pirates. By announcing their method and location of entry a few moments ago, the enemy had given the security teams a short time to prepare for their arrival. The plan itself was simple and straightforward. Allow the boarding party to wander onto the ship while the fireteams remained hidden; then, once the last man entered, the trap would be sprung. Boarders would be stunned, restrained, searched, and held in a more secured area deeper in the cargo bay by two armed guards. While most merchants probably laid aside their arms and accepted the boarding party without issue, there were no doubt that some fought back. The enemy could always choose to use the cargo lock as a diversion and simply force entry at another point on the ship, but that was a separate problem for a different security team. T'Karra found herself in the position second closest to the entrance. Most of her attention was focused on conducting last second inspections on her equipment and ensuring that her position could adequately support her other team members. Any time that she considered alternate scenarios with the pirates involving intentional hull breaches and enemies boarding the Medici with EV suits, she noticed an uptick in adrenaline, increased heart rate, and the hairs on the back of her neck standing on end. It was deeply unsettling in a way that T'Karra could not address, so she pushed her feelings aside and tried to suppress the physiological response. Right now, it was more important to focus on the mission at hand. She trained her weapon on the entryway and waited.
Soft Tag: K'Dex
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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 7, 2020 12:30:25 GMT
[Matthew Harmon - Bridge -> Corridor]
Harmon observed as the raider closed in and eventually made its threats. As they got closer and the Commander ordered everyone into positions, he quickly grabbed a phaser rifle from the weapons locker and made his way to his defensive positions. With the aim of cutting off the boarders and luring them into a trap. He took positions in the main corridor just outside the cargo bay alongside a security officers and aimed into the corridor, ready to encircle them.
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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 7, 2020 14:18:30 GMT
[Bridge-Medici] The response she got from Aravis was confirmation enough that this was the plan they were going to go with and once she had given the go ahead to put it into play. Thea sat back, knowing it was now a waiting game to see if the Scalpers would take the bait or not. After all of the drills, preparation and living undercover for days, if this worked then they could be reunited with the Mac a lot sooner than anticipated. Still there was something about the situation and what they were about to do, that didn't scare Thea when really it should of to some degree. She couldn't exactly pinpoint the exact reason why but the adrenaline rush was definitely simmering under the surface. Although she did stop herself from getting up and pacing, a habit that had followed her for most of her career, before Caorc, the Petty Officer manning the sensors informed them of what he was picking up and Thea knew there was no going back now as Niles then confirmed that it was the Scalpers. Even though they had time to prepare before their arrival, Thea wasn't about to get complacent either as Niles began handing out the phasers and gave Aravis instructions as to keep things steady and keep up the charade for as long as possible. When she was then asked if they should go to boarding stations, Thea knew what her answer would be. " Yes, we should, I'll make the announcement" she replied and toggled the comm line so the whole crew would hear. =M= Attention all hands, report to Boarding Stations, this is not a drill, I repeat this is not a drill =M=[ Kova Sh'qaleq - Mess Hall --> Bridge, Medici] Kova continued to sit there, listening at the pair of humans at the table engage in small talk. At least, that's probably what Mabel was doing. Harmon, however, was attempting to be clever and fishing for information on Mabel's boss, Eastman. He was asking innocent questions for seemingly harmless details. However, as much of a pain in the ass as he was, it was an effective way to cleverly collect valuable intelligence. Given an hour, he'd likely know all of Eastman's access codes if he didn't already. The question was, why? What sort of leverage was he looking to gain? Kova continued to casually listen, as Mabel invited Shavan over. Shavan... the Vulcan whisperer, all of a sudden. In her opinion, it was just another testament to how much his Andorian culture had been suppressed. It was true, some people may say that he was simply being progressive, but those people were naive. After all these centuries, Vulcan's hadn't changed. Before Shavan could actually join them at the table, however, another alarm sounded. Was this another drill? Baker's voice soon came over the comm announcing that it wasn't a drill and that they were supposed to report to Boarding Stations. "What the hell have they done now?" Kova said as she placed her mug on the table and rose from her seat. She was familiar with the details of the plan that had been shared. This had always been a viable course of action for the plan. That didn't meant that it wasn't a stupid plan... (in her professional opinion.) Kova moved quickly from the mess hall, down the corridor, en route to the Bridge. After a few moments, she arrived at the Bridge, making note of the people already at their stations. There was their 'skipper' as the doctor had been so affectionately called. Kova supposed they'd find out how effective a commander she truly was sortly. There was Aravis at the helm, who had the reputation of being a decent pilot. If they didn't go down on some moon, Kova would likely agree. And then there was the man rumored to have the heaviest trigger finger in the fleet (by a select few)... Dirty Harry himself, Mr. Niles. Kova began to make her way over to the communications station, shaking her head as she lowered herself into her seat. It was far from state of the art, even given the modifications that had been made. Of course, they didn't make the modifications Kova had suggested, or allowed her to make them. Some noise about official clearance and authentic code being piped up as excuses. A sigh left her lips as she lowered herself into the seat. She could make due... she just shouldn't have to. As she lifted her arms to the console to run a quick diagnostic, she felt her elbows collide with Caorc's arm. "Move over," she griped. Clearly, the thought he deserved more space than his station had been delegated. He was just reading sensors... which was redundant given that the same could be done from the ops and tactical stations. [Matthew Harmon - Mess Hall -> Bridge]
Mabel affirmed that she was rarely so far from Eastman, as Harmon had presumed. It was surprising to him that she had been assigned to this mission. It was well known that the Commander trusted her assistant greatly, however Harmon had assumed that she trusted Commander Baker as well so it was odd to him that Mabel was here. He did not have time to think more on this or follow up, however, as Boarding Stations was sounded. Kova, despite all her complaining and lack of enthusiasm with...well everything she seemed to do, practically leapt up from her chair to rush to the bridge. Likewise, Shavan quickly left to arm himself. Harmon, however, was in no such rush. As those around him rushed into action in preparation for being boarded, Harmon calmly finished his eggs and sausage, and took a long drink from his flask before leisurely strolling towards the bridge where he stood silently watching what was going on as he leaned against the wall near the door given the lack of space. [NPC - Ens. Mabel Henriksen - Mess Hall -> Bridge, Medici]The ship-wide announcement, in addition to being a call to action, served as a reminder to Mabel that they were here on their own. Sure, she trusted Dr. Baker very much, but they were still on a little freighter, and the acting XO was in Mabel's own graduating class. Taking one last sausage in a napkin, Mabel headed immediately for the bridge, where she soon arrived, huffing and puffing. She stood in the back, leaning against a bulkead as she caught her breath. Then, her little pocket mini-PADD pinged with a message. Just like that, Mabel felt more secure. Those 5 words, and the whimsical initials, were reassurance, that the elderly officer Mabel so greatly respected was watching out for their little ship. "The Mac knows they're here, and they're standing by," she reported, with a clearly relieved tone. [ NPC - Glinn Uleya Tarlek - Flight Deck, Pirate Raider Cutthroat ]The time between selecting a prey to stalk and pouncing upon it was always the longest for Uleya Tarlek. Oh, they could come in hard and fast, but if they were too aggressive, even merchant-grade sensors could pick up one of their raiders and get a distress call out and attract all sorts of unpleasantness on their head. Raiders like Cutthroat were armed well-enough to make short work of any merchant getting uppity, and could even tangle with some patrol ships belonging to minor governments or colonies, the kind the Cardassian Empire of old would eat for breakfast without anyone daring to oppose them. But if there was a Federation starship nearby, a Nyberrite Alliance vessel, or even just another merchant to relay the message, it could spell disaster for it would not take too much to run down and overpower her command. Or worse, follow her to her home base and summon reinforcements... So, they took their time, closing the distance slowly so when they would reveal their presence, they would be within weapons range of this Medici (whatever a 'medici' was, sounded like some kind of disease to her ears!) and in a position to convince them not to call for aid. Within the Raider, what was left of her crew after having taken prizes was readying itself for a boarding. They would do it the old-fashioned way, with a hard seal supported by their tractor beams, and then send the eight members of her crew she could spare to do so, leaving her and only a handful aboard to maintain control on the ship. And, her eight, she knew could terrorize any crew of merchant spacers easily enough through speed, surprise and violence of action even if they were heavily outnumbered. They would spread from the docking port right amidships towards their command deck and their engine room, secure both spaces, gather the crew in the messhall, then figure out their course of action. Ransack the ship, take her whole as a prize, only take crew to sell on as slaves or hostages, that all depended on what they would find.
[ LT(JG) Joshua Niles - Bridge, Converted Merchant Medici ]Once the call to go to boarding stations had gone out, Niles focused intently on his board. Someone had taken the diminutive Tactical station and had been running a passive plot on the incoming pirate, without any scans that would reveal they had been seen, and all the sections where personnel was supposed to report to had been starting to come back to him as manned and ready, and the internal security measures meant to control and contain the ingress of boarders were becoming available. Though, when Ensign Henrisksen reported that the Mac was standing by if need be, the acting First Officer found himself wondering how they had known... but that was a matter for another time as they needed to prepare themselves for action. And, speaking of which, everyone had reported ready and armed; Engineering was sealed off, forcefields and blast doors were on standby, and what passed for their combat systems was ready to come online at a moment's notice. However, one section had been the last to report ready... and that had been the Bridge for one person was missing: Commander Harmon just strolled in as if there was really nothing going on. Initially, Niles wanted to remind him of their situation, but he bit his tongue instead, for he had to focus on getting a ship that lacked all the redundancies and diagnostic tools of a true starship ready and keep her that way. A good thirty one minutes had passed since they had initially detected the incoming raider, when Caorc, much more cramped than he'd initially been, reported. "I have life signs; I make it a total of fourteen left in there." "Very well, Mister Caorc," replied Joshua from his position. "Skipper, I'd say that puts us in a pretty good spot to take them. Recommend we let them board then contain their boarders, have Miss Sh'qaleq do her magic and disable their ship remotely, and then" his face showed an expression that was eager yet discipline and a cold and hard flame dancing in his eyes, [font color=gold"Then we take them." [/font]
[ NPC - Glinn Uleya Tarlek - Flight Deck, Pirate Raider Cutthroat ]Finally, they had closed to within weapons range, close enough for their less-than-first-rate torpedoes to hit, at least, so the Glinn commanding the raider gestured to her weapons officer to open a channel. =KS= "Medici, this is Kosoter's Scalpers raider Cutthroat. I am Glinn Uleya Tarlek and I have you under my guns. Drop out of warp and come to a full stop. You will not respond to my hail. You will not send a distress call. You will not raise your shields. You will not target what weapons you might have on me. What you will do, you will unlock your centermost port cargo airlock and you will wait to be boarded. Any disobedience or resistance and I will start killing. You have one minute to comply. Cutthroat out."=KS=
[ LT(JG) Joshua Niles - Bridge, Converted Merchant Medici ]The time since he'd made his recommendation had seemed endless despite being only a matter of minutes, and then a broadband hail hit the Medici along with a weapons lock, and the viewscreen showed the face of a Cardassian officer who explained her demands. Demands that matched precisely the script that other ships that had encountered the Scalpers had reported. The degree of consistency and doctrinal discipline the Scalpers were showing were a large part of why Starfleet had deemed them to be a sufficient threat to detach the Mac to handle them rather than dispatch other units to deal with the situation. And now, it was time to get ready. Though it was not his place to order Lieutenant Aravis to come to a full stop as instructed by the pirates, he did start issuing internal commands, and to take some measures of his own. "Bridge and Engineering transport inhibitors are ready to go," he reported before opening a shipwide channel. =M= "All hands, prepare to receive boarders. Security teams, expect entry at Number 3 port side cargo lock."=M=
Tags: Judith EastmanMatthew HarmonThea BakerKova Sh'qaleqShavan Th'zhaarOzu SayaLayne BiraT'KarraK'Dex[/quote] [Bridge - Medici] Now that the alert had been sounded, the Bridge suddenly became a hive of activity, the kind that Thea usually associated with a red alert on the Mac. However the Skipper hadn't forgotten that this wasn't the Mac and that they were about to become bait. There was a fleeting thought of Isaiah and a promise to return to him, before Harmon drew her attention as he arrived before Mabel then appeared not far behind him slightly out of breath. Thea decided now wasn't the time for a reminder about their situation as the Ensign and Judy's assistant informed them that the Mac knew that the Scalpers were here and that they were standing by. " Let's hope we don't need them yet" Thea began as she then looked towards Mabel and Harmon. " I suggest that you both arm yourselves, if you haven't already done so and prepare to take up a defensive position".Then as Caorc informed them about the life signs that he had detected, Thea then agreed with Niles's assessment regarding how it put them in a good position and the recommendation that followed, didn't take her long to process it. Although the expression and cold hard look in his eyes, slightly unnerved her for a moment before she acknowledged him. " Agreed, Mr Niles, make it so and let's not forget why we're here".The latter part of her comment was a reminder to everyone as the Scalpers made their presence known and the image of a female Cardassian appeared on the viewscreen. Her demands were familiar thanks the the numerous reports that she had read and it was now up to her and the crew to play along until they boarded. So as Niles made his report then opened a ship wide channel, Thea then gave her own order. " Ms Aravis, drop out of warp and bring us to a full stop, Mr Niles unlock the port cargo airlock the moment we come to a stop, Ms Sh'qaleq prepare to disable their ship once boarding has been confirmed and everyone else get ready for our guests".
tag Matthew Harmon Judith Eastman Joshua Niles Kova Sh'qaleq Ozu Saya[ Lt. jg. Aravis - Bridge - Medici] Aravis accepted a hand phaser, checked that it was set to stun and set it on her console, hoping that she wouldn't have to use it. She was qualified, but didn't put in a lot of practice, and had never had to fire a weapon in a real situation. The pilot took a nervous breath as the raiders issued their demands, and her hands trembled slightly. They remained on the helm controls, however, until Dr. Baker gave the command. Yes, ma'am, Aravis responded quietly, slim hands moving over the now familiar controls to halt the thrum of the warp engines and applying the forward thrusters for half a second to bring the unwieldy cargo vessel to a halt.
Tag Thea Baker and Joshua NilesSofties to the rest of the bridge
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