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Post by Absinthe on May 21, 2019 5:07:08 GMT
" Captain's log, Supplemental,
We will be arriving at the planet now being called Archer IV shortly. The journey was a bit longer than expected, but ship and crew are functioning well. We are still down a number of key positions due to the rush to launch, but hopefully, it will not inhibit our ability to complete this mission.
I expect to start getting sensor data on the planet shortly before we arrive. If all goes well then this will not be an overly complicated meeting, yet somehow I doubt it will.
End Log." [ Olivia Saugn | Bridge | NX-04 Discovery | Deep Space, near Archer IV ] attn: brutus Olivia walked around the bridge impatiently. She could not bring herself to sit patiently in the captain's chair and wait. She had a strong dislike of waiting and after so long waiting to get to the planet, she could hardly control her anticipation. So she moved around the bridge, from console to console, watching as telemetry and scan data came in. She had some idea what it all meant, she was somewhat skilled with the sensors, but could not say for certain, she was no expert in the field after all. She paused at the science console and peered over the shoulder of Ensign Ross. At that close, Olivia was aware of the scent of the other woman. She did her best to not obviously breath it in through her nose. The drugs she had taken were now long since worn off, but it did not change the fact that Ensign Ross was a lovely creature all the same. " Anything yet?" she asked, doing her best to sound almost disinterested. --- [ Anson Claudius | MACO Unit | NX-04 Discovery | Deep Space, near Archer IV ] attn: multificionado " Ruiz! Gie yer jobby, we're gonnae th' bridge," Anson called as he walked out of the MACO unit area. He paused and held up his hand to Duke. " Yoo're gonna hae tae bide haur loon, Ah dorn' think they loch dogs oan th' bridge. Noo be a guid loon, an' when Ah gie back ah'll gie ye a treat." Duke gave a single bark and then walked back to Anson's office. Anson could only shake his head, somewhat annoyed he couldn't bring his dog with him. " Gie a move oan Ruiz, ur i'll feckin' lae ye!"
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Post by brutus on May 23, 2019 15:16:02 GMT
[ Ens. Cara Siobhan Ross | Bridge | NX-04 Discovery | Deep Space, near Archer IV] Attn: Absinthe Ens. Cara Siobhan Ross, Chief Science officer, sat at her post on the bridge, eyes darting about from her consoles, to the viewscreen, then back to Commander Saugn, the ship's Captain. Over and over, the redhead completed her cycle of observations, breaking off only to turn around and look over some of the monitors situated behind her, along the curving hull of the ship, instead of the control board that faced out into the bridge proper.Today the coppery red locks were tucked up into a messy bun, whose whisps tickled the back of her neck when she turned her head about. Her black collared undershirt was buttoned up to her throat, though the blue jumper was open down far enough to allow three black buttons to be visible. What was not yet visible on the screen was the planet, much to Cara's dismay. She had been itching to get a good look at the world, the first that their sister ship, the NX-01 Enterprise, under the command of Jonathan Archer (and thus, the system bearing his name now) visited on his historic first warp-5 mission. The visual files were, of course, fascinating and detailed, and she had spent more than one meal in the mess hall (when not invited to the Captains Mess, which still surprised her for frequency) pouring over the records. But she had to admit if only to herself, that it just wasn't the same thing as being there, seeing it approach on the viewscreen, or, if she were so blessed, outside the porthole in a shuttlepod. A voice over her shoulder caused her to blink and turn, a faint blush coating her cheeks. She'd been caught up in some of the sensor readings she was starting to get from the inner system. Stop yer wollgatherin' lass, Cara reprimanded herself as she looked up - and up - at the striking features of Commander Oliva Saugn. "Preliminary readin's are comin' in now, Cap'n," she announced. "Ye'll be 'appy ta know tha; Archer Four's still ah Minshara-class planet. Her accent twisted the vulcan word about, adding a delicate lit to the pronunciation that more like than naught would have caused a native speaker to wince in pain. "Th' atmossfer's still aboot seventeen percent oxygen ahnd eighty-one percent nitrogen, also including trace elements o' nitrogen dioxide and chloromethane. Oh, tha twain moons are still in arbit," she added with a smile, which faltered ever so slightly as she realized she was being somewhat cheeky. With a cough, she turned back, saying, "Eff it warn't fer tha pesky fatal pollin issue, ah'd consider buyin mahself ah lake house on that southern countin - 'ello, wha's this now?"Her voice trailed off in surprise as she spun around to look into the sensor scope hood, to confirm the initial readings she was seeing for herself. Her whole bearing seemed to shift, her shoulders tightening slightly, her hips wiggling side to side in the seat with excitement. "Thar's th'powah signature from tha'research station they put in, sure enough. But what moight ye be? Intermix flux tendin' tawards a red shift....oscilatin' gravametric pusles in tha' ion trail. How the bloody hell do yee even fly?" She exclaimed, sitting up and turning to the Captain with a bright smile on her face that belayed the seriousness of the situation. "Readin's definitely detectin' ahn unidentified vessel, crashed on th'planet's surface. Ah can safely say Ah've never seen a signature quite like it. Ahnd noither has tha' computer. Nothin' in the Database matches it, ma'am. Dahmnedst power output curve tha' Ah've e're seen. The lad's and lasses in Engineerin'll 'ave a field day wit this one."
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Post by multificionado on May 23, 2019 22:15:24 GMT
[Sergeant Raquel Ruiz | MACO Unit | Starship Discovery NX-04 | Deep Space, near Archer IV] attn: Absinthe
Wonderful. Just as she was checking out the gear of the muchachos.
As Mistress-at-Arms, it was one of Raquel’s job to see if each of the muchachos had weapons in order. Granted, it also made her equivalent to a starship’s XO, which easily meant she’s in charge whenever el pendejo Major Claudius wasn’t present. She sometimes felt she would run the MACOs on Discovery better than Claudius did. Other times, Claudius took her by surprise.
Like now.
Raquel can hardly believe a lazy pendejo like Claudius can bark worse than his dog can. Still, if he’s going to the bridge, it made sense for him to look as serious and efficient as possible. And if he’s inviting Raquel along, that meant something big was going to happen.
Raquel would’ve easily dismissed Claudius’ command, but she knew better than to disobey him, even if his request was so childishly stupid or irrational as “feck,” as he so put it. Besides, the way he was going about “feckin’ lae ye,” Raquel knew she had to bust her butt. Literally dropping what she was doing, she turned quickly to the rest of the MACOs and said quickly, “Dismissed for now.”
Then she ran after the Major.
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Post by Absinthe on May 26, 2019 6:26:02 GMT
[ Olivia Saugn | Bridge | NX-04 Discovery | Deep Space, near Archer IV ] attn: brutus Nothing Cara said was really that unexpected. Indeed it was all in the reports she had seen. That was why any excursions to the surface would require filtering masks to keep from breathing in the pollen that had been observed on the planet. She knew there were several in each of the shuttlepods and several more in the locker of the transporter room. She'd made sure they'd been put there when she'd found out where they were going. She knew well enough the planet had already killed and caused problems before. She'd seen Jonathan's logs. " Keep scanning and let me know when you pick up life signs. I want to know who we still have done there," Olivia said with a tight-lipped little smile, she wanted to give the appearance of far more confidence than she had. She didn't like walking into a situation knowing as little as they did. A couple of blur captures of an unknown alien that looked something like bigfoot crossed with a cat. All the same, she wanted to be sure they were ready. She then turned to have a word with the Chief Armory Officer to ask about the status of the ships defensive systems. --- [ Anson Claudius | MACO Unit | NX-04 Discovery | Deep Space, near Archer IV ] attn: multificionado In the corridor Anson was loosening up, stretching out his leg muscles and his back. He'd been sitting too long and he wanted to get his blood pumping. Normally he would have taken Duke with, the old boy could use the workout, but given his end goal was the bridge, he was pretty sure no one would appreciate his dog there. It had become somewhat of a custom to have a dog on the NX class ships after Archer brought his on that first mission. He'd heard rumors there was a cat on the NX-03 and he partially blamed the previous destruction on the Discovery on the fact no one brought a dog with them. You had to have a rank worth some pull to bring an animal aboard, but Anson was more than worthy. When he noticed Raquel exiting the MACO lobby area he gave her a nod. " Noo, yoo've bin oan yer crease lang enaw. Hiner ye feel loch a rin," he said with a smirk and before she could reply her began running at a leisurely pace down the corridor. " Keep up, Sergeant, ur i'll burst ye doon tae Private!"
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Post by brutus on May 27, 2019 2:42:18 GMT
[ Ens. Cara Siobhan Ross | Bridge | NX-04 Discovery | Deep Space, near Archer IV] Attn: Absinthe "Aye-aye, Cap'n," Cara said with as much brisk professionalism as she could manage. She'd already queued up a subroutine for data collection on the downed vehicle. At these distances a visual reading would be impossible. But there were plenty of other details that the Discovery's state of the art sensor suite should be able to detect and catalog. She tapped another command and let out the smallest sigh of relief as Cmdr. Saugn moved off to coordinate with the Armory Officer across the bridge. It wasn't as if Cara disliked her commander. Far from it in fact. As far as she was concerned, she'd nabbed a plumb assignment with a commanding officer that seemed to have all the time in the world for any of her inane questions. Aye, ahnd she listands to yee. Tha's a bloody miracle in eets own roight. All the same, there was something...intimidating about being under the Captain's gaze. Especially this Captain. She just couldn't put her finger on what, exactly, it was. Roight, lifeferms. Whoot we got fer lifeferms, eh? she asked, sticking her tongue out a bit as she twisted her chair from side to side. Various beeps and whistles accompanied her actions, audible queues to help identify without looking what processes were running. When there was a little two tone bell noise, Cara could tell that higher life forms of a variety known had been picked up. "Well, tha'd be th'members o'th resarch team," the young Ensign called out across the bridge. "Tree human life signs, Cap'n. Nar one o'the mountain ranges on th'weastern' continent." The next set of readings mad her frown increase drawing her eyebrow together near the center of her forehead. She sat up a bit straighter in her chair, both hands splayed out across the console, framing either side of the main keyboard. "There's ah lot o'readin's down there, Ma'am. Eet's gonna take a wee bit o'time t'sart oot th'mess, Ah regret t'say. Despite tha'there virus,da planet is rather team'n wit life."To illustrate the point she clicked in a simple command and mirrored the display monitor behind her up onto the main bridge viewscreen, in the bottom right hand corner. It was streaming past a variety of distinct alien life forms. "Fer ah better readin' ahnd easier sortin' we're gonna 'ave t'get quite a bit closer to Ahrcher Fir, Ma'am."
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Post by multificionado on May 27, 2019 15:48:43 GMT
[Sergeant Raquel Ruiz | MACO Unit | Starship Discovery NX-04 | Deep Space, near Archer IV] attn: Absinthe
Raquel pursed her lips as she ran. She can’t tell whether he’s serious or not, but then, she never had a sense of humor. And a run like this was normal in MACO drills.
She ran so fast, she more than just kept up. She blew past the Major and was at the nearest turbolift before he was. She could’ve gotten on, but it was more prudent to wait for him. It was out of courtesy to the commanding officer, smart or stupid.
[Lieutenant Gideon Drake | Bridge | Starship Discovery NX-04]
Gideon kept on course towards Archer IV. He can’t help but feel he missed being at the helm.
He looked around, taking in the bridge. Particularly Commander Saugn. He was a little cautious when it came to Saugn. Normally, he liked women, but he was scared of only one, and he was looking at her. He was intimidated by Saugn primarily because she was tall, and because she often had biatch tendencies. He knew full well to keep his distance from her; he never forgot her from Columbia. He knew the moment he set eyes on her that this was a woman not to be crossed.
He kept noticing Saugn pacing impatiently. He wondered what the rush was, but he knew better than to ask. And he kept noticing Ensign Ross. Ginger girls always caught his attention most, because he didn’t meet gingers as often as blondes and brunettes.
“We’ll be reaching standard orbit of Archer IV in ten minutes, Commander,” he said, looking back at his console.
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Post by Absinthe on May 30, 2019 4:57:59 GMT
[ Anson Claudius | MACO Unit | NX-04 Discovery | Deep Space, near Archer IV ] attn: multificionado It was only a moment before Anson came running up to the lift doors. " Ye ken, Ah ne'er said we waur takin' th' lift," he said with a wicked smirk and then turned and ran away from her. " If ye rin aheid an' assume hin', ye make an crease ay yerself." He ran toward the central core of the ship, moving to one of the deck to deck hatches and climbing up the ladder and into the maintenance area. He climbed up to the next deck and stopped to wait for Raquel. If he wasn't taking his dog, he was going to take the long route, avoid any luxuries like a lift that would reduce the distance. Even if he already knew the ship as well as those that had rebuilt it, he wasn't going to let anyone under his command forget that they couldn't rely on anything on the ship working when crunch time came. He'd read how people had died because they weren't fully familiar with navigating the ship without the lift system active. --- [ Olivia Saugn | Bridge | NX-04 Discovery | Deep Space, near Archer IV ] attn: brutus multificionadoAt the voice from the conn, Olivia looked up. " Bring us into standard orbit when we arrive, try and put us above the Research Outpost, I want to get a good look at it once we arrive," she said thoughtfully as she left the side of the tactical officer and made her way to the center seat. She was ill-adapted to the seat, she'd had it fit Starfleet standard specifications and she was a fair bit taller than they tended to allow for. All the same, she needed to exude a confidence that the rest of the crew would fall in line with, so she took her seat. She called down to engineering to hear how the new warp engine was handling the first real push. She was pleased when the report came in that the ship was more than capable of the job they were pushing it to do.
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Post by brutus on Jun 1, 2019 1:39:28 GMT
[ Ens. Cara Siobhan Ross | Bridge | NX-04 Discovery | Deep Space, near Archer IV] Attn: Absinthe multificionado 10 minute? Ah think Ah can 'ave th'planet on visual a wee bit sooner than tha' Cara thought to herself as she dipped her gaze back down to the console. She breathed in the crisp, processed air of the bridge, centering herself. A few clicked buttons and a smattering of macros kicked off, doing their diligent best to sort out the readings coming up from Archer IV. Despite the time getting to the planet, Ens. Ross still hadn't quite made the new sensors her own. More oft than naught she kept finding things that she needed to calibrate or program, to make the station her own. Glancing back at the helm, the redhead pursed her lips a bit. She really hadn't had much time to interact with Lt Drake yet. Scuttlebutt told her that he'd served on the Columbia previously, and a quick look over records had confirmed that Commander Saugn had been the first officer at the time. That didn't tell her all that much about the Englishmen. And she'd caught him sneaking glances her a way a few times. Ah suppoose tha's t'be expected.A new tone emanated from one of the monitors and she shifted in her seat, putting aside her ruminations for the moment. Her lips quirked up into a self satisfied smile. "Cap'n. Archer Fir's now in visual range,". Happy as she was with this fact, she again used her ability to override the view screen and pulled up the image of the planet as they approached, growing larger by the moment, though currently it wasn't much larger than a soccer ball. "Once Lt. Drake poots us in arbit ahbove tha complex ah'll have tha visual there as well." She realized she was shifting about in her seat again, outright giddy with anticipation, despite the seriousness of the situation, and tried to school her features back to something more resembling a professional officer and not an eager schoolgirl, with mixed results.
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Post by multificionado on Jun 1, 2019 3:40:31 GMT
[Sergeant Raquel Ruiz | Corridors | Starship Discovery NX-04 | Deep Space, near Archer IV] tag: Absinthe
Raquel pursed her lips and ran after the Major. What was this, a competition? Plus, how soon were they expected? If the Major was going to cause lateness, she’ll have to put her foot down. She’ll have to at some point or another.
She kept up following him. Mierda, he was fast for a big pendejo, wasn’t he?
Finally, seeing him ascend to the next deck, she caught up with him…mostly because he was waiting for her.
“Alright, which way now, Major?” she asked with a scowl.
[Lieutenant Gideon Drake | Bridge | Starship Discovery NX-04] tag: Absinthe and Brutus
Gideon kept looking back. It was very interesting to see Commander Saugn sit that way; she was tall for a woman, and the standard issue chairs didn’t seem to suit her.
Try sitting in the Tubes sometime, Commander, he thought with a wry grin.
His grin widened a little when he noticed Ensign Ross. The ginger girl seemed excited, even if she tried to suppress it. He certainly didn’t miss them. It was that obvious. He let out a subtle wink at the ginger girl and turned back to his station.
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Post by Absinthe on Jun 5, 2019 7:23:56 GMT
[ Olivia Saugn | Bridge | NX-04 Discovery | Deep Space, near Archer IV ] attn: brutus multificionadoThe small blue dot on the screen grew and grew until it took up the screen and landmasses could be clearly seen. Olivia gazed at the shape of the heavenly body as it approached, nodding as more details were relayed to her. When the time came all she said was, "assume a standard orbit." The feeling of apprehension had been growing and now it seemed to peak. Her smile had dissolved and in its place, her anxiety played itself across her face. This was, after all, her first real mission out there acting as commanding officer. She had just gotten to her feet when one of the rear doors that opened into the small walkway behind the bridge opened and Major Claudius stepped onto the bridge. Olivia raised an eyebrow at that, she hadn't summoned the MACO commanding officer. " Can I help you, Major?" She asked feeling a little confused. " Nae yit, Ah felt it woods be auld Ah th' horn fur me tae be present oan th' brig when we got tae th' ootpost, jist in case," Anson said with a slight smile. He liked to be kept in the loop and he knew well enough that unless he put himself in a position to know, most Starfleet Captains would never tell him anything. “ Thes is mah XO, Raquel Ruiz.” He gestured to the woman who followed after him. Olivia nodded. “ Just in case? In case of what?” “ Tay early tae say fur sure, but Ah figure it is best fur th' heids ay ship defense shoods be present upon th' approach ay onie destination,” Anson explained flatly. Olivia gave him a skeptical look but decided against questioning it. “ Right, well, try to keep out of the way,” she said and made her way over to the science station. She wasn’t fond of the idea of the MACO commanding officer on the bridge, but it seemed like he had a reason and it wouldn’t do any good to question him right then. “ Okay, put the outpost on screen and see what you can determine about its status.”
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Post by brutus on Jun 5, 2019 16:29:28 GMT
[ Ens. Cara Siobhan Ross | Bridge | NX-04 Discovery | Deep Space, near Archer IV] Attn: Absinthe Ens. Ross had looked up just in time to realize she'd been caught squirming by the ships pilot. Yer a roight cheeky bugger, aern't ye? she thought, catching the mans impudent wink. She bit her lip, the flesh pulled back under her teeth, but he'd gone and turned back to focus on making sure the Discovery got where it was going in one piece. Which she approved of, on the whole. She blew out a snort of air through her nose and turned her gaze back the ever growing image of Archer IV as its clouded surface filled the viewscreen. The order was given to assume orbit, and only then did Cara jerk her eyes away from the beautiful sight before her to turn back and glance at Commander Saugn. She sat with her back ramrod straight, the smile gone for her face. Red eyebrows rose slightly on her high forehead, but that was the only sign that Cara gave, letting her gaze turn swiftly to her own controls. Ah see th'Cap'n gets ah wee bit anxious too. Ah well, cannae blame 'er. Tis ah hell of ah thing, commahnd.Her ruminations were interrupted by a deeper, yet familiar brogue, as two new figures joined the bridge. The Scottish Ensign turned to watch two MACO's stroll in to the bridge, the man seeming to fill the room with his mere presence, let alone the bite of an old world accent. Except...somethin's oof aboot tha' man's tone, Cara decided. It wasn't the clip of Aberdeen, or her own mellow Plockton roll. Nae Edinburgh, nor Glasgow oither, though ets ah wee bit closer t'tha than th'others....Just where aer ye from, Mahjor? Once again, she felt as if she'd been caught woolgathering as Commander Saugn strode towards her. Firming up her posture, she drove her thoughts about the curiously accented Major Claudius from her mind, though she'd look at his personnel record later, and flashed what she hoped was an appropriately confident grin to the Captain. If the woman was a bit ill at ease, Cara decided it was up to her to help. Any officer'd do her God given best t'cheer oop tha'Cap'n, nae?"Aye mum," Cara replied without quite thinking that response through, slipping into old habits from home at the sound of another Scot. Fingers danced deftly and the viewscreen blinked to a new image, a small, self contained facility on one of the larger landmasses Archer IV had to offer. At first blush, it seemed to be intact, which was a blessing. Despite the fact that Archer IV was an Minshara-class planet, as the Vulcan's cataloged them, meaning Earth like and capable of sustaining life, it harbored a nasty pollen. There was a small graphic on the lower left corner of the screen, mapping the pollen count in the vicinity of the outpost. Nothing too worrisome at the moment, but the outpost itself was visibly reinforced with the latest of airlock and filter technology to prevent any of the pesky particles from breaching the atmosphere of the buildings themselves. For all Archer IV's beauty, it was deadly to any long term exposure. The Outpost at Archer IV was done up as tight as a moon base. "Ah'm still pickin' oop tree Human signatures from th'fahciletay, Cap'n," Cara noted, as she turned from the viewscreen and peered once again in the sensor scope. The hood cast her face in a blue glow as her eyes darted back and forth. She was squirming about again. "Ahnd Ah can track th'poower signature from tha'ahlien vessel faerly well. Eets ah wee bit away's from th' outpost. Lots o'life down thaer. Et'll take me some toime t'filter out wha shuld ahnd shuldn't be thaer, Ah'm afread." Turning back she bit her lip then forced a smile. "Tha imeediet vaecinety is claer tho, Cap'n."
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Post by multificionado on Jun 5, 2019 22:51:05 GMT
[Sergeant Raquel Ruiz & Lieutenant Gideon Drake | Bridge | Starship Discovery NX-04] tag: Absinthe and Brutus After what seemed equivalent to a hike, Raquel arrived at the bridge with the Major. She scowled at him; if he got the Discovery bridge crew in trouble, she’ll have to put her foot down. One of the first things one learned at the MACO boot camps was to leave any Starfleet personnel be. Let them do their things but cooperate with them whenever possible. Raquel nodded at Commander Saugn’s words to “try to keep out of the way.” She intended to; as such, she hovered close enough to the door so that she was ready to get out when Saugn commanded it. She felt like a bouncer, but being close to the door meant she’d leave if she was needed…or if the Major commanded it…or if she had a very good excuse. Unfortunately, thinking was rarely her strong suits, and she was stuck with the pendejo. She looked around the bridge, taking it in. Tactically, she was scanning for potential escape routes or choke points or places for cover in the event of a firefight. Other than that, she took in a big admiration of the place. And these were good officers. She had noticed Commander Saugn a few times, but never formally met before. Her first thought when she had seen the Commander, though, summed up to: Mierda, que mucho grande tan mujer.She rarely ever saw tall women. In fact, the Commander looked so tall, Raquel was surprised that she wasn’t in the MACOs. Gradually, Raquel had come to respect her, even more than the Major. Bored, she turned to the viewscreen to see the coming planet…and then saw the young man at the helm, who had just turned back…and she felt a sensation she didn’t feel in a long time: Infatuation. And her first immediate thought when she saw him was: Mierda, que es un guapo.Gideon Drake had been watching the sensor readings and can see that Archer IV was drawing closer. He turned back to inform the Captain: “Now entering standard orbit of Archer IV, Commander.” Then he did a double take. There was a woman at the rear of the bridge. A beautiful dark-haired woman. He was so taken in with her. He rarely ever saw dark-haired women; the closest they came were Arabs and Indians in London, but he was extremely careful around them. But clearly, this was a pure beauty. He noticed the MACO uniform and that sparked his curiosity: What’s a beauty like her doing in the MACOs? Then again, he rarely saw the MACOs attached to the Discovery; he was always at the bridge, always trying to keep it flying, especially since his departmental superior was killed. He forced himself to look away from her and focused harder on the helm, but not before he winked at her, then again at Ensign Ross. It was an important job to get the ship into standard orbit and to maintain that orbit. Otherwise, a single mistake, like deviating a slight degree off, could hurtle the ship into the atmosphere and into an impromptu crash landing. Raquel, of course, kept looking at El Guapo as he worked at the helm. The planet drew closer, and suddenly, it was turning, getting the ship into orbit. She wasn’t so much as interested in his skill as she was in his features; her fellow soldiers often commented how a boyfriend could mellow her down, to which she always retorted, “Go see a medic, pendejos.” She’d find the right man when the time came. And it looked like she found him.
And her heart momentarily jiggled at his wink. Of course, she saw him winking at la pelirroja at the bridge. Well, she'll see who can come out on top with El Guapo, her, or la pelirroja.
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Post by Absinthe on Jun 8, 2019 6:45:55 GMT
[ Olivia Saugn | Bridge | NX-04 Discovery | Deep Space, near Archer IV ] attn: brutus multificionado Well, it was good that the scientists were still alive. She gave a tightlipped little smile to Cara as she moved back to her chair and sat down, folding one knee over the other to hold herself in as relaxed a position as she could manage. It was time to get s feel for the situation. " Open a channel," she said glancing over to the comm officer. " Channel open," came the reply. " Miolian Research Outpost, this is Captain Olivia Saugn of the Starfleet vessel NX-04 Discovery, please state your condition," she said in as calm and official of a voice as she could manage. She wasn't certain if the alien vessel would be listening to the comm traffic and she wanted to do it by the book. There was a pause and Olivia glanced to the comm officer. --- [ Mikula Svoboda & Helen Locke | Miolian Research Outpost | Archer IV ] " Done now? I'd like to answer the hail," Mikula said as he glared at Helen. She had just let loose a string of panicked profanities and he had muted the channel while she'd done it. " No! We can't! I can't talk to her!" Helen replied, clearly freaking out more than a little. She was no where near ready for an encounter with Olivia Saugn of all people. " You don't have to, I will," Mikula shot back. " Now calm your tits or find somewhere else to be." Helen nodded but didn't say anything, holding her mouth shut as tightly as she could manage. With a final glance to her to make sure she was going to staff chill Mikula removed his finger from the mute. " Discovery, this is Head Researcher Mikula Svoboda," he said calmly. " We appear to be in a code green SNAFU." He didn't want to say too much about the situation for fear of the aliens hearing too much, but he also needed to let them know the situation was somewhat a problem. " We could use some supplies. I am sending you coordinates of a place to beam down..." He paused and added, " the supplies." He hoped this Captain Saugn would get the message that they needed help. --- Olivia let out a sigh of relief, that was good. She had been on edge since she had seen the manifest of the station, all three names. Helen Locke was not that uncommon of a name and the position was not even in Helen's department. She had been telling herself again and again that it couldn't be Helen. " We will be sending supplies shortly, Saugn out." She gestured and the channel closed. She got to her feet. " Major Claudius, I take it you know what a SNAFU is." " Aye, that'd be Situation Normal, Aw Fucked Up," Anson said thoughtfully. " Any idea what a code green SNAFU would be?" she pressed. " A code green is usually a caa fur an evacuation, an' given th' use ay SNAFU Ah am bettin' thaur is somethin' wrang an' they need evac, thocht it did soond loch we're expected tae gang doon thaur," he said thoughtfully piecing the situation together. " Agreed," Olivia said thoughtfully. " Cara, get your kit, Major assemble a small team and meet me in the transporter room. I want to be beaming down there within 15 minutes." With that Olivia went to her ready room to get her own kit. Anson turned to Raquel, " Weel, looks loch haur is whaur th' fin begins. gie Hanson an' Dhanial an' meit me in th' transporter room. standard kit, nae frills an' nae heavy guns until we ken we need them," he told Raquel and made his way to the captain's ready room, he wanted to have a quick chat with her.
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Post by multificionado on Jun 8, 2019 13:54:50 GMT
[Sergeant Raquel Ruiz & Lieutenant Gideon Drake | Bridge | Starship Discovery NX-04] tag: Absinthe and Brutus Raquel was too busy gazing at El Guapo at the helm while Commander Saugn was making her communications…that is, until el gordo on the viewscreen mentioned “code green SNAFU.” Like any other MACO, she knew a SNAFU attached to a code green meant something was wrong and people in trouble have to get the crap out. She’d be surprised if it wasn’t Romulans. And if it wasn’t Romulans, then who could it be? Orions? Nodding at the Major’s orders, she headed off, back to the MACO unit. Crap was ready to go down. Meanwhile, Gideon had been watching the viewscreen. He had a feeling something was wrong, and those feelings often tended to be right. He looked back and saw the beautiful black-hair girl leaving. He shrugged and resumed his duty. [Sergeant Raquel Ruiz | MACO Unit | Starship Discovery NX-04] The moment Raquel returned to the MACO unit, she burst out, “ Hombres! Attention!” The detachment stood at attention, but she couldn’t blame the puzzled expressions. Where had she been? Were they resuming drills? But nonetheless, they looked at her firmly. “We have a situation on Archer IV, amigos,” she said. “Researchers potentially in trouble. Code green SNAFU. And I’m sure you know what this means.” The soldiers nodded solemnly. Of course every MACO would know that. “This may look like our first scrape since last year. Who knows, maybe we’re dealing with Romulans again, but in any case, our job is to make sure the researchers, and the ship’s crew, get out in one piece. Hanson! Daniel!”
The two MACOs stepped forward. “MA’AM!” “You’re with me. We’re to meet the Major in the Transporter Room. Yes, I know this means the pendejo is calling the shots,” she added, when she saw the hombres scowling, and Hanson and Daniel looking like they’d sooner smooch a Tellarite; she never called the Major names, at least when he was around. But she did, and so did the hombres, when he wasn’t. They were all with Raquel in amazement at how a pendejo like Major Claudius joined the MACOs, let alone became a major. However, she always kept them in line. No rebellions, no mutinous feelings, as there were always punishments. “However, we have a job to do, and orders are orders,” she resumed. “No frills or heavy guns unless we need them.” She understood “no frills or heavy guns,” but she kept her knife on her person, just in case things got ugly. “Assemble your kits and prep, hombres,” she ordered Hanson and Daniels. “We head out in five. The rest of you, stand by to defend the ship.” And with that, she gathered her equipment together.
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Post by brutus on Jun 8, 2019 19:07:34 GMT
[ Ens. Cara Siobhan Ross | Bridge | NX-04 Discovery | Deep Space, near Archer IV] Attn: Absinthe multificionado Never noticing the dark glare that she received, Cara watched the view screen with rapt attention. She had caught the little winks and looks from the pilot. The attention might not exactly be appropriate, given the situation, but it wasn't preventing Mr. Drake from navigating the ship. She'd returned the smile from Commander Saugn, mistaking the tightness for concern over the parties down below, and not the possible connection the Captain had with one of the scientists assigned to the Miolian Research Outpost. Attempting to emulate the commander, Cara too leaned back into her chair, letting her back rest against it and taking a calming breath as they listened to the reply from the ground. Ah cannae say that Ah've 'eard ah code Green SNAFU befir she thought, her face shifting into a frown, before the Major Claudius cleared up the basics of the situation. That didn't sound terribly good, and the Science officer turned around again and began to examine the base site in greater detail through her scanning scope, half tuning out the lit of the other Scots strange inflections. Reasonable ahtmosphiric pressure. Wind's coomin' oot o'th narth, thaers quite a'chill... She snapped her head up, banging her brow against the rim of the scope and landing back against her chair when she heard the captains orders. Spinning, she pointed to herself, silently looking up at the captain with wide eyes and the slightest impression of a red line above her eyes from the monitor hood. Getting a small, equally quiet nod in return, Cara dry swallowed and bolted to her feet. "Aye aye, ma'am,"Commander Saugn moved off to her ready room, and Major Claudius led his Sergeant out as well. Swallowing, Cara glanced back at the bridge and then chewed on her bottom lip, watching the officers move about. One of her own people, an enlisted science tech, moved up to take over her station. Blinking up at the man, Cara ordered, "Ah wan ye t'keep a'sharp eye oot on tha'thaer ship, crewman. Ef it does ahnythang, ahnd Ah mean ahnythang et'all, yee let me know, aye?""Yes ma'am," the man said, once he'd deciphered the orders. "Gud lad. OH!" she snapped her fingers, turning back, half way out of the turbolift doors. "Watch oot tha'starm cell formin' up on tha'narth. Ah dinnae like th'look o'et, ahnd Ah'd rathar not get caught oop in ah culd rahne unawares. Er's ahlraedy chilly anuff down thaer." Commands given, she stepped back and let the doors shut in front of her. [ Senior Officer Quarters | E-Deck | NX-04 Discovery | Deep Space, near Archer IV] At a dead run, Cara called out, "Maek a'hoole!" as she tore down the hall. She skidded and nearly collided with a pair of crewmen who lept to either side, before she turned a corner and bumped into the wall. Pressing off it, she closed those last few strides to her own quarters, gasping and panting as she punched in the lock code. The doors slid open and then closed again. "Ah...feck," she swore, catching her breath, bending first over, and then back up, head tossed back. She shut her eyes, counted to ten and slowed her breathing. "Dinnae go ahnd whind yerself lass. Gawdamn," she added as she looked around. The room was small, with a desk station on one side and her single bed against the other. with a refresher unit and shower hidden behind the wall that the bed abutted. She could see some of her clothes from earlier tossed about the desk, as she strode over to the storage lockers around, and under her bed. It didn't take her much time at all to pull out the excursion jacket. In theory the leather coat would help protect her against the wind and rain, though, equally in theory they shouldn't have to go outside the research outpost itself. beatter safe than sorry, she thought as she pulled the warm coat on, fishing a black ball cap out as well. Her hair went from in a bun, to loose with a tug and a shake, and then she bundled the vibrant red trusses up into a a pony tail that slid in through the hole on the back of the cap. Pulling it down over her brow, she then pulled open a draw under the bed and retrieved her upgraded science tricorder. Slipping into the coat pocket she turned and looked at herself in the mirror. Bright green eyes and red bangs poked out from under the cap bearing the legend NX-04 across the brow. The dark leather almost matched the color of her jumpsuit pants. The heft of the communicator and tricorder, each in a different pocket helped the jacket to feel balanced. Her tongue darted out over her lips as she took another breath to steady herself. "Roight. Yer goin' on ahn away mission. Yer' in th'Lahndin party. The Cap'n trusts you. So don't Feck up." She pointed at herself in the mirror as she gave her little pep talk. As reassured as she would be, she headed out of the room. She'd stop off at the armory locker by the transporter pad to pick up a phase pistol. The thought worried her, but at the same time, the Science officer knew that everyone else on the team would be armed. It'd do her no good to be looked down on by a pack of MACO's if she thought she could get away with beaming into an unknown situation without a sidearm. Of course, then there was the whole prospect of beaming down. That occupied her thoughts as she moved out to grab a lift to the new transporter room...
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