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Post by Absinthe on Dec 7, 2018 12:46:53 GMT
[ Captain Mason Finch | Main Bridge | USS Augustus | DryDock ] attn: ALL" Captain's log, StarDate 9980.85,
The refit of the USS Augustus is at last complete and with her active duty crew, at last, coming aboard I have been giving the details of our first assignment. A research outpost n an ancient alien station has requested aid in dealing with problems. The latest reports state there has been a heavy power drain and they are in need of the problem being solved or evacuation from the site.
That was almost a week ago and we have heard nothing but garbled transmission and no silence since then. The new refit of the Lexington-class ship is amongst the fastest in the fleet and makes this ideal for us to respond to. Our mission is to provide aid and if at all possible to figure out what is causing the power drain. Failing that we are to evacuate everyone we can from the station and post a warning buoy warning of the danger.
I cannot help but feel some apprehension about the mission, this is our chance to cut our teeth on something real, but with the rush, we have been under to finish the refit, I cannot help but have concerns. Still, I believe whatever comes our way, we'll handle it. I have faith in my crew, I just hope they can believe in me.
End Log." The bridge had a sort of light and life all it's own. their final preparations were being made to leave drydock after more than a decade moored there. The docking clamps had already been removed so at this point any more coming aboard were either coming in via shuttle or via the transporter. Mason had not left the ship for nearly a month now and he had been working quite solid on getting the ship done. While no one task had absorbed his attention more than his duties as Captain and making sure he got all the crew transfer orders tended to and making sure the requisitions paperwork went through without a hassle, he was pleased that it had thus far gone off as well as it had. Already some of his top picks had been rejected, he was at the very least grateful that K'Sawn, the engineer who installed the new experimental warp drive, was staying on as chief of engineering. That had taken some work to accomplish and he wondered if he had made any enemies in the process of doing that. But still, he had some of his senior staff already assembled, so he figured it was time to brief them on what was going on and their mission. He moved over to the center chair, the Captain's chair, and pressed a button on the armrest. " Finch to Senior Officers, meet me in the conference room in 10 minutes, we've got our orders," he said doing his best to sound like a captain, he hoped he pulled it off okay. And with that, he turned and headed off the bridge toward the conference room.
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Post by Angelus on Dec 8, 2018 9:45:23 GMT
Speaking of an issue with via shuttle or transporter. Their Chief Medical Officer was throwing a stink in the stations transporter room. Mainly wanting to know why he had to use that instead of being allowed to use a shuttle to get to the ship. He completely understood how they worked, that did not mean that he liked to use them. Giving a long sigh to the transporter Chief, "I don't particularly care, Chief. I'm wanted on board, and I am not taking the transporters. So where is my clearance to be taken by shuttle?" Giving a motion to his belongings, those were fine to be transported over.
The transporter Chief held up a finger and moved away from the platform. Fingers moving along the console to go ahead and transport the Doctors things over. At the same time, giving a look into that request. It took a few minutes, however, though with an annoyed look on his face. "You have been cleared for a pod in ten minutes, sir. Shuttle bay eight."
"Thank you, was that so hard, Chief?" Dean gave a nod and turned to move out of the Transporter room. Heading down the corridor to the nearest Turbolift. Stepping in and calling for the shuttle bay. Grumbling half of the trip down. Stepping out and finding the Flight Control Officer to check in and be pointed in the right direction.
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Post by Absinthe on Dec 8, 2018 10:22:44 GMT
[ KDF Commander Mairsa Vl'Tang | Shuttle Launch Bay | DryDock ] attn: Angelus Space wasn't really cold. It was easy to believe that it was, but space was far to empty to have a truly measurable temperature. Mairsa knew this. She also knew that it was almost easier to gain heat through the cosmic radiation than it was to lose it. Space was not cold. Space was empty. She stood on the platform awaiting the shuttlecraft to begin final boarding procedures. She carried only a small bag marked with the logo of the Klingon Defense Force and a small tag that marked it as diplomatic materials and thus could not go through a transporter or indeed leave her side. It was a petty excuse to not go through a transporter herself. She didn't like the feel of Federation transporters. They always felt too clean, too safe. There was no rush, no thrill as the beam energized. it was pathetic and she loathed it so. She shifted when she saw a human approach. She gave him a scornful look and took a step aside, not wishing for him to get to close. She carried her D'k tahg on her hip, so she knew he would be of little threat to her, but she also did not wish to stain the ceremonial blade of her house with the blood of a human. She was Klingon and proud of that and she was about to spend the next year surrounded by humans and their ilk. She hated it, but she knew she had to do it. She had much to do.
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Post by Angelus on Dec 8, 2018 11:02:22 GMT
As far as she knew the human would not be but of little threat. Not that Dean was particularly looking to start a fight. She did get a little bit of a more focused look at however. Considering that she was Klingon. He was unaware that they had actually gotten far enough along for them to walk around unescorted. More importantly unescorted on a Federation Starbase. Since the rest of his things were transported over he didn't have anything on him except a flask. Holding it out in the Klingons direction, "Care for a snort?"
Giving a look about them while he held the offered alcohol her direction. He wasn't really worried about getting into trouble. It was not like Dean was on duty....technically yet. There did not need to be nosy junior officers throwing up a stink about it either. "You are going to the Augustus?"
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Post by Absinthe on Dec 8, 2018 11:19:30 GMT
[ KDF Commander Mairsa Vl'Tang | Shuttle Launch Bay | DryDock ] attn: Angelus Ego, of course, a human would show their ego first. Their arrogance to assume that she desired some intoxicating beverage showed how little most understood of her kind, of the warriors who did indeed drink, but not in a manner from some hidden flask, but from a bottle and with a righteous fury of victory in their heart. Nothing one could ever hope to capture from a flask with an alcohol never tainted by blood. " No, I think Earth Liquors unsavory to the pallet," she said coldly, her tone detached and measured, hiding some degree of resentment of her own. Her tone showed hints of the fact that in some small way she hated him, she hated what he was and what he represented, what she was about to immerse herself in. The world of Starfleet, of clean red uniforms made of wool, of meals consisting of vegetables and other frivolities, all of it burnt until flavorless. " And yes, I am going to the Augustus. I will be acting as a representative of Klingon interests."
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Post by Angelus on Dec 8, 2018 11:29:04 GMT
That may particularly be her perception, or how some humans have come across to her. There is a difference when she already assumed he was weak and no clue who he was. Typical of them to think as such at first meeting. Probably just as well that Dean did not have Telepathy. The tone and demeanor did say something about her, though he did not particularly care enough to start an argument. Not even insulting what he may have in the flask, which could possibly be Romulan Ale, Andorian Wine, or even Klingon Bloodwine for all she knew.
"Suit yourself," Tilting it back to his lips a moment before capping it and putting it hidden away. "Interesting. Best of luck to you in that endeavor. Doctor House, Chief Medical Officer." He declined to offer his hand on the grounds that she wouldn't take it to start with. Even if he was trying to be polite to her and had been since he stepped up to wait with her for the shuttle pod.
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Post by Absinthe on Dec 8, 2018 11:54:22 GMT
[ KDF Commander Mairsa Vl'Tang | Shuttle Launch Bay | DryDock ] attn: Angelus Many humans had offered their hands to many Klingons over the years and in turn, many Klingons had refused to take the offered hand. It had become something of a custom in some diplomatic settings, so much so that it almost seemed rude to Mairsa that he did not extend his hand to her expectantly. Or perhaps he had assumed that she would not take his hand and simply foregone the ritual, knowing there was little point in it. To forgo ritual due to frivolity seemed almost an anti-Starfleet idea. " I do not require luck, I walk in the path of destiny," she said flatly and then stepped forward as the hatch of the shuttle swung open. The shuttle was not big, only a small personnel transport that made runs from the drydock personnel loading area to the ships it housed. She found a seat and took it, setting the diplomatic bag on her lap. She sat upright, rigid, like some statue carved of stone in ancient times.
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Post by Angelus on Dec 8, 2018 18:33:18 GMT
They would just have to work around this little misconception at some point. If she wanted to offer hers, he would certainly take it. For now, it wasn't exactly a diplomatic setting. No one of course just upon meeting Dean would call him always traditional. That would depend on what it was and why. Of course, he let her go first. See that was one thing, chivarly.
Once she did get on board, he followed behind her. Oh look, sitting right next to her. "What would this path of destiny entail?" He was mildly curious and it showed on his face with the expression. It was still also curious a Klingon being assigned. As far as he knew they were not, at least right now, going to be dealing with anything that dealt with Federation-Klingon relations.
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Post by Absinthe on Dec 10, 2018 6:47:59 GMT
[ KDF Commander Mairsa Vl'Tang | Shuttle Launch Bay | DryDock ] attn: Angelus There were, of course, other seats in the small personnel transport shuttle, but like all humans she had met, once that had sunk their teeth into you, they were not likely to let go. They were much like a feral targ in that what. It was perhaps their only true endearing quality, persistence. " My destiny will either bring me honor or bring me death in glory," she said flatly, holding her chin up in pride. She had been shamed enough by her own kind, her once great house lay in ruins and she had no interest in being looked down upon by any human. She had her pride. She held any anger or frustration inside her in check, all the same, it would not do to start a fight with one of the crew of a Starfleet ship while she was on a diplomatic assignment. She would play nice, she had no other choice. " If I must walk amongst your kind to achieve my destiny, then so be it."
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Post by Kai on Dec 11, 2018 4:21:17 GMT
Syria had only just arrived at the Mars station to catch a shuttle bound for the USS Augustus finding the first shuttle heading to the ship that was expecting their Chief of Security to arrive before the ship left dry dock completely. The young Caitian's tail moved with an annoyed twitch at how late she was already. She should have been there days ago, unfortunately, her family had surprised her with a visit to wish her luck on her new assignment. It had slowed her departure.
Now she sat looking out the shuttle window as it carried her to her destination.
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Post by brutus on Dec 11, 2018 4:21:36 GMT
[ Lt (jg) Cara Siobhan Ross | Shuttle Launch Bay | DryDock ]Aye, an'wha an Eejit you are, eh Cara? The redhead chewed herself out as she high tailed it across the bay. She had a heavy duffel in hand, and her boots were clacking across the floor of the DryDock as she tried hard not to get herself tangled up and trip. That would be just her luck, splat out across the floor in front of everyone in the bay. She'd been beamed up there, from the main dock yard below at Utopia Planetia. There had been a symposium earlier that morning on warp field harmonics in a gravity well. While her masters degree was in climatology, Cara had snagged a star ship posting. She had decided that she absolutely had to attend the symposium. There was no way, as the newly graduated - and newly minted Chief Science Officer would not benefit from the knowledge in that symposium. And as was often the case, Cara acted impulsively, unable to resist the chance to learn something new.. And it had been - to borrow the phrase - fascinating. She'd thrived on every minute, and had a whole ream of notes to go over. Her mind was full of equations and implications - but the recent academy grad had not planned on the last lecture running over. Had the assembly let out on time, she would have been able to get back to the officers billet she had booked for the night she'd stayed at the Starfleet Shipyard complex (after arriving the previous afternoon from Earth), grabbed her gear, and made it up to the DryDock in orbit with plenty of time left over. But that ancient Wee Nyaff Murphy had reared his ugly head and now Cara was at a near dead run to catch the last shuttle. She rounded a corner and skidded across the tile, arms failing out to keep from going ass of tea kettle (which, in her skirt would have been quite the scene) and caught her balance, starring down at her booted feet, before righting herself. There, at the last berthing on right, was the shuttlepod she needed. And she could see there were two figures already inside the passenger area. " Alright now lass. Tug yer skirt into place. Ye canae go in there looking all windblown," she whispered in that heavy brogue. She paused to reach up and straighten her hair, before calmly marching her way down the row toward the pod that had been assigned to take her to her starship. My Starship, she said to herself. Sure, it wasn't a ship of the line, not like the new Excelsior - class vessels. But this Lexington - class ship had been refitted with some of the fastest engines out there. And if she had managed to score a spot on a newer class of ship, would she be starting her career as a Chief Science officer? " Not bloody likely," she told herself quietly, fixing a smile on her face that she hoped wasn't too eager. She found that her left hand had drifted up to the Junior Grade rank insignia on her shoulder strap, fingering the metal pin, well aware that her left sleeve bore no pits and squeaks of service tenure. She told herself she wasn't self-conscious about it. She also told herself that she was only imagining the weight of the small box, stuffed in her duffel. Cara was not nearly as good at lying to herself as she liked to think. All the same, she came up to the opened pod, and marched right up the back ramp, heavy bag hanging against the curve of her hip. She planted her feet, braced a hand against the door frame and looked about, asking, " Is this th'pod tha'll be goin' to the Augustus?" It was only after she asked the question that she took in the occupants.
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Post by Angelus on Dec 12, 2018 10:33:03 GMT
Indeed there were, and there was persistence. Maybe not for the reason she might think. At least he wasn't being a child and like holding a finger up almost to her cheek and saying 'I'm not touching you.' Giving a bit of a thought to what she said a moment. Hmmm. Right, "Would that be the 'Today is a good day to die' cry I have heard about?"
Turning his head when the Caitian came on the pod and watching her move along quietly to sit by herself. No word to anyone. Then to the human. Well now. Perhaps that would please the Klingon with relief that Dean had thoughts of introducing himself and switching seats. And she was a redhead, had a Scottish accent. After, Vl'Tang responded to his question, Dean stood up and moved over to Cara. "Well hello, this would be the shuttle, Lieutenant.....?" Smiling warmly to her having already given her a look over.
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Post by Kai on Dec 13, 2018 3:21:24 GMT
[ Lt (jg) Syria | Shuttle Launch Bay | DryDock ]
When Syria had come aboard the Shuttle that would take her to the USS Augustus, she honestly hadn't even noticed the Klingon or the human. She noticed now though and arched one brow as the man smoothly switched from the Klingon to the human that came aboard with red hair and a strange accent. "As far as I know it is." Syria's words came out as a natural purr her tail flicked slightly before she turned back to the window she was looking out of.
Unfortunately, Syria was rather shy and tends to withdraw into herself, especially when she was around people she hadn't met before. It was something she was working towards moving past because she couldn't lead and be shy at the same time. She bit her lower lip one fang could be seen against her lower lip as she did so.
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Post by Absinthe on Dec 13, 2018 7:37:49 GMT
[ KDF Commander Mairsa Vl'Tang | Shuttle Launch Bay | DryDock ] attn: Angelus , syrano , @syria , brutus As more and more Starfleet personnel began to Arrive, Mairsa shifted her focus to the window. She had very little interest in interacting with anyone at this point. It had only been a few years since the time where if she had come across any of these people she would not have hesitated to end them, now things were different. But old feelings and anger did not simply disappear. She knew she had a job to do and that she needed to play nice, to play the diplomatic game, if she was to get anywhere and get what she wanted. It still stung and she wanted to simply be around her own kind. She was grateful when the man who had been talking to her shifted his focus to the human woman instead. She was often amazed at humans and how easily they got distracted, like a trag spotting something with a shine to it, they were constantly looking for new and exciting things and then insisted on showing them to you. It really was kind of annoying.
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Post by brutus on Dec 13, 2018 13:36:23 GMT
[ Lt (jg) Cara Siobhan Ross | Shuttle Launch Bay | DryDock ]Cara's arrival sparked off a smattering of responses and a decent amount of attention directed her way. Green eyes darted about the cabin, taking them all in, going a bit wide as she made a full circuit. The shuttle-pod wasn't exactly large - meant to ferry folk about the shipyard, and not much further. She didn't have far to look, or long, before she had a good feel for the compliment of the cabin. An'Lord Al'mighty what a group! There was a tall man (taller than her in any case) with a full Lieutenants bars and a medical look about him. Then there was a cat. Caitians were members in good standing in the Federation, but even in the Academy, Cara could not recall meeting one, let alone one as soft spoken as this woman was. She could just make out the dark green coloring around her collar, caught in a brief flash, before the womans head turned back to stare out the view port after confirming Cara's suspicion, that this was indeed her ride. Good ta' know Ae'm in the right place, she told herself, even as the rest of the mans words settled in, and her eyes lit upon the last member of their little ship - lit, and froze, going wider yet. Belatedly remembering that the more senior officer had asked her name, she gave a bit of a cough and answered, "Ross. That is, Lt. Cara Siobhan Ross, Juinor grade," she managed. Her green eyes darted over to his again. "Ah'm ta be yer Chief Science Officer. But ah...Ah hate to be rude but..." For what might be the first time in years, Cara found herself a bit at odds as to what to say. She gestured a bit, to the other passenger and mouthed 'Klingon?' As strange as a Caitian was to her, a Klingon downright uncanny.
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