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Post by Absinthe on Dec 23, 2018 7:51:28 GMT
[ Unknown Passenger | Transport Shuttle | Shuttle Launchbay | Drydock ] The blind man simply smiled in response. " I find introductions to be tedious at best. Either you will learn of me, or you will not," he said with a calm, almost drawn out tone. " As for making assumptions, I find we all make assumptions. You assume to know something of my condition and measure your ability against the said assumption. I know the truth of the matter and I know that people who can aid me would not be on this shuttle, being assigned to a ship like this. not unless they had something to hide." Though he would have considered the conversation between the various members of the shuttle crew indeed amusing, all too soon it came to an end as the shuttle slid into the docking port and with a small jolt the docking clamps locked in place the artificial gravity between the shuttle and the ship normalized. There were always minute differences between the gravity on a shuttle and the gravity on a ship. To the untrained, the jolt of the docking clamp would disguise the small shift in gravity, but to those who could feel it, the sensation was always noticeable. The Pilot got up from his seat and moved to assist the blind man out of his chair. " It has been a most interesting trip, though i think it is only just beginning," he said just before he departed and gave those who remained a kind smile. Only a moment later a crewman ran up to the shuttle. " You guys are 10 minutes late, the Cap' has been waiting in the ready room," he said panting for breath. |
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Post by syrano on Dec 30, 2018 6:38:37 GMT
[ Commander Rachael Evelon | Ready Room | USS Augustus ]
When she found that her fellow officers were arriving via shuttle, she found herself...annoyed. Were they superstitious? Foolish? Afraid? Or perhaps they were not made aware of the ship’s new transporter function. After all, there was a lot to review concerning this new ship. It may have been forgotten in the midst of far more important details, such as her top speed, combat capabilities, and accommodations.
She found herself pondering this on her way to the ready room. Her hands clasped behind her back, her scowl as much a part of her uniform as her boots, she did nothing to make herself look warm and kindly. That would be someone else’s job, not hers.
She glanced up as she found herself at the doors of the ready room. They slid open easily, quietly. The frame hadn’t suffered any structural damage yet. She wondered how long it would take to start squeaking. Three months, tops, she decided, as she stepped in to meet her Captain and the senior staff. She hoped for her sake and theirs that they were competent.
Please God, that’s all I ask this time around.
...And yet, despite her plea, she was waiting. A minute turned to two, then to five, then to ten. She knew she was a sinner, but was this really so much to ask? Her hands were folded in front her, on the desk. Her eyes were trained on the door. She was ready to greet them with the glaring look of someone who does not like to be kept waiting.
"...Perhaps they have become lost." She attempted to explain, in a tone that blatantly said she did not think they were lost in any way. Regardless, this was a very poor first impression. Now she just found herself hoping the senior staff would at least show up sober and alive.
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Post by Angelus on Jan 1, 2019 18:04:22 GMT
"Hmm?" Giving a look to Cara moment and then to his hand, "Oh. I apologize." Promptly moving it the rest of the way from her thigh. He didn't really know that he had done it, though he could see how it could look that way. Another glance given over to the Klingon a moment, just to try and get a read on the expression on her face, if there was any. Returning his attention to the blind man.
"Everyone has something to hide, and what is particularly wrong with a ship like the Augustus? You, good sir, do not know whom and who cannot aid you either. Or perhaps it is you are so used to how you are that you are afraid of change." Dean pursed his lips a second then let it go. Looking to the hatch to the shuttle. Pushing to stand up, a glance to the rest of them, "Ladies," and to the Klingon, "Commander." Stepping out of the way and raising his arm up in gesture for them to go first.
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Post by Kai on Jan 2, 2019 16:20:55 GMT
[ Lt (jg) Syria | Shuttle Launch Bay | DryDock ]
Syria watched for a moment out of curiosity, wondering if the doctor realized that the visually impaired man had already departed before the feline stood and with a nod to her fellow crewmates she made her way off the shuttle. Once outside she heard the shuttle bay worker explain that they were 10 minutes late she felt her, tail flick in annoyance at realizing they were late, "Thank you." She said to the crewman. With her duffle over her shoulder, Syria found the first-panel map of the ship just to refresh her memory. She'd already laid eyes on the schematics, but she didn't exactly have a photographic memory.
Using her finger to help map the fastest route that would take her to the ready room. Once she was sure of the right way Syria turned to find the closest lift that would take her up to the bridge, the feline hit the call button for the lift and waited for her fellow shuttle mates.
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Post by brutus on Jan 7, 2019 2:40:37 GMT
[ Lt (jg) Cara Siobhan Ross | Shuttle Launch Bay | DryDock ]A simple apology, given, and received in the same nature. She was unsure about this man, in a variety of ways, But then, Cara was unsure of everyone on this shuttle. The dueling nature between the Doctor and their mysterious passenger was barbed and...tedious. She found someone who made such a big deal about avoiding introductions to be rather full of themselves. Unlike the Klingon, whom simply seemed prone to ignoring everyone, this man made a presentation of being pretentious. It ate at some of the sympathy Cara had for his condition. What truly burned her up, however, was that the interaction ate up her attention and distracted her from the opportunity to get a good close up look at her ship, as they approached on the docking vector. She came to this unpleasant realization when the hull gave a little jolt of contact. Ah missed the bloody view!Thus, her response of, "Thank ye, Doctor," was a bit terse when she moved past him to exist the pod. Robbed of the view she'd desired, she testily disembarked, stepping to the side to allow her other crew members to make their way off. And the Klingon, she supposed, though she wasn't crew. At least, Cara assumed she wasn't crew. She snuck another look at the supposed warrior woman as she too left the confines of their transport craft. It seemed their ship was going to be full of fascinating indivituals. However, the redhead wasn't given very long to ponder this. While Syria seemed to take the news that they were late in stride, Cara felt the icy fist of dread closing over her heart, as she muttered an irreverent, "Ahh, Feck."She hurried after the Caitian, falling in step right behind her as the latter had moved to summon a lift. Ah right hell of a way to make a first impression, you bloody oaf. Shame on you, Cara Siobhan Ross. Ah shame indeed.
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Post by Absinthe on Jan 9, 2019 8:16:41 GMT
[ Captain Mason Finch | Conference Room | USS Augustus ] Sitting in the conference room Mason could not help but furrow his brow. He'd been waiting some time and it seemed none of his senior staff had arrived. It was honestly kind of disconcerting. He reached to the console on the table and began to tap in the command to find the location of the senior staff. Of course it needed his command code and thumbprint to access such information, usually, a voice print ID would have worked, but the new computer of the Augustus had recently developed some fault that had yet to be tracked down so audio commands were disabled. It was an inconvenience and did worry Mason, but his focus was more on getting the ship out there. He could worry about that problem later. When he had the location of the senior staff he could not help but shake his head. It looked like wires had been crossed in terms of communication and somehow either he was in the wrong spot or they were. He decided after a moment that it was more likely that he was, so he quickly grabbed the data PADD he had brought with him and made his way to the ready room.
[ Lieutenant Commander K'Sawn Dlicis | Main Engineering | USS Augustus ] In engineering, K'Sawn Dlicis was busy going over the configuration of the warp drive one final time. The ship had managed to do well in its trials and a dry run of the transwarp system had proven it capable, though it had not been pushed quite as hard as it was designed to be. It was still an experimental configuration, so pushing it would have to be taken slowly and not rushed, but the more she went over the details, the more confident that her baby was more than ready. She had ignored the captain's message and kept working when it had come in and now some young officer came running up to her in a huff and she knew exactly what he was there for. " I'm busy," she said looking up at the young buck with a frown. " The captain has requested-" the officer tried to begin, but she quickly cut him off. " If the captain wants to get to warp today, he'll understand that I am busy and leave me alone. If he wants to waste my time with some pointless meeting so he can explain so trivial matters, then he can message me directly," she said and turned back to her work, focusing on the panel underneath the main panel, one she had installed to show the data flux being fed into the panel and out of it. She would disconnect it when she was done, but for now she wanted to be certain that the panel was correctly interfaced with the core and thus would give her accurate information with no delay. The young officer was clearly not expecting that and for a moment simply stood and stared, mouth slightly agape. " Now unless you have something useful to say, you can fuck off and focus on other duties," she said, not even bothering to look at him. " Erm... Yes ma'am," he said and quickly left. Damn she loved being in a position where she was in charge, no one could give her shit for cussing but the captain and he wasn't there anyway.
[ Captain Mason Finch | Conference Room | USS Augustus ] attm: syrano Angelus Kai By the time he, at last, arrived in the ready room most of his senior staff was there and Mason made his way to his chair behind his desk. " Sorry I'm late, these computer troubles seem to be making things more of a hassle every day," he said with a bright smile. " I figure you're all kind of curious about our first mission so I'll just cut to it. A power build-up has been detected at one of the Federation Research sites, an abandoned station discovered orbiting the star Arcturus. Our mission is to either fix this power build up or get the research team off the station and back to a Federation Outpost." He paused and glanced around the room to make sure everyone was following him. He pressed on with his briefing when he was pretty sure they were all with him. " Now very little is definitively known about the station and it does seem to be teaming with life, though scans cannot fully penetrate the hull. A special area has been set up with pattern enhancers to allow for transport on and off the station, so when we arrive we will be able to beam down and make contact with the research team there. Unfortunately, I can't tell you much about the station as the team has really only been working there for a year or so and research has been slow as most of that time was spent setting up a base of operations in the upper one of the stations 6 enclosed biomes. The lower 5 have yet to even be accessed due to the deterioration of the corridor system connecting the biomes to the upper biome." He looked around again and smiled. " Now, do you have any questions before we make final preparations to launch? I know many of you aren't used to this new ship and this is an interesting sort of assignment. This is the time to ask if you have something you want to know." |
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Post by Kai on Jan 11, 2019 16:35:15 GMT
The lift ride was thankfully quick, and while the Caitian shared it with the rest of her shuttle mates they were soon getting off and heading towards the ready room, Unfortunately, Syria hadn't realized until they got to the ready room was that this wasn't near the conference room. The young Feline was about to apologize when she noticed that the Captain was smart enough to realize there was a miscommunication or a lack of knowledge of where things were on this ship that they now found themselves apart of.
Syria looked and listened to the captain of this ship, her captain taking in everything he was saying. "In other words, we have a research team on an alien station we know close to nothing about how it works and we're going to see if we can find out how said team, is doing or helping in some way that we can?" Syria asked that natural purr rolling her words off her tongue.
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Post by syrano on Jan 11, 2019 18:49:57 GMT
[ Cmdr. Evelon | Conference Room | USS Augustus ]
To say she was not amused was an understatement. Evelon was used to running a tight ship. Everyone and everything was supposed to run with a military-like precision. It was the one thing that made them stand a chance against Klingon attacks. Frankly, she was stunned that the captain made no reprimands against his crew for their tardiness. Hell, the chief engineer hadn’t even bothered to show up. She worried it was going to be ‘that’ kind of ship. But she had to put that out of her mind for now. They were learning about the mission. Or trying to, anyway. “Mrs. Syria, as a restatement, we know how the science crew is doing. There is a power surge that may endanger them. We either resolve the power surge or remove the science crew.” She tried to be nice, she really did. After all, some of these senior staff members looked to be very young. Unfortunately, Evelon had a nasty case of resting bitch face, and her voice was unaccustomed to kindness and warmth these days. |
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Post by Kai on Jan 11, 2019 21:24:11 GMT
Syria looked to the XO who was the complete opposite of the Captain, she was stoic and stern and her surprise at the Captain's lax attitude was palpable in the air. Syria knew strict military personnel when she saw one. Whatever warmth the First officer tried to bring forth fell flat as if the very air around her sucked any kind of emotion away before it could be shared.
"I have not been married before Commander, so it would be Miss or Lieutenant (Jg) if you please," Syria said keeping her own tone of voice neutral otherwise risking the Ranking officer's ire. "The captain did ask if we had any questions so I asked or was I not suppose to?" The Caitian Officer asked with one brow slightly raised.
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Post by Absinthe on Jan 12, 2019 9:18:40 GMT
[ Captain Mason Finch | Conference Room | USS Augustus ] attm: syrano Angelus Kai Mason raised an eyebrow at the interaction between the two women. He knew Evelon could be a bit of a bitch, it's why he had specifically selected her of all the first officer's who had come across his desk. He wanted someone to keep him on track, someone to make sure that he didn't let his more personable personality get the best of him. He'd also been glad to fill the other positions with a variety of personalities. He figured some ruffled feathers would be good, it would keep people on their toes and if he was any good at his job, he'd be able to manage it. It was why he wasn't worried about having the biggest pain in the ass in his engine room, he knew what she was capable of and when push came to shove he knew who he wanted on the job. " Well, Ms. Syria, I think the goal is really to either see if we can get the station to such a point that research can continue or evacuate the station failing that. Given I have no intention of failing, I think our objective should be to make contact with the team and iron out the rest of the details," he said with an easy tone, sort of trying to bypass any tension that was brewing. " I think we should be able to manage that. I mean, we're Starfleet, so we already know we're the best of the best. We just need to live up to that." |
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Post by Kai on Jan 12, 2019 15:44:27 GMT
Syria's eyes did not leave those of the First officers right away almost as if she were assessing the other woman her eyes held for a bit longer before she turned to the easier tones of the Captain. "Of course Captain that is all I was curious about." She said her own tones relaxing just a bit from the neutral tones. She had no problem with the XO none at all, nor did she care how much of a void the woman could be when it came to anything other than cold hard militia fortified attitude. But if you want respect you have to earn that respect not talk down to the people you'll be working with as if they were idiots and you knew everything.
However, she had no further questions so she fell silent herself and waited to be dismissed, so that the three new members that hadn't had a chance to see their departments yet let alone drop off their duffles, could do so now and prepare for the mission. Of course this also left room for other officers to ask questions if they had any.
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Post by brutus on Jan 20, 2019 19:11:29 GMT
[ Lt (jg) Cara Siobhan Ross | Shuttle Launch Bay | DryDock ]They'd been granted a reprieve, of a sorts at least, from their Captain. The man was young, Cara discovered and none to hard on the eyes to boot. There was a bit of girlish fascination as their commander sheepishly lay the blame on the computers or the ship, though that admission had Cara's mind shifting from pleasant appreciation for the physical attributes of her Captain to the more serious concern around the state of her first posting. A wee bug in th'computers? she wondered quietly. What got ye all a flutter? Ah'll have t'have a look at the lovelies. Though tha's more Engineering's Balleywhick, ah suppose. All the same, she made a mental note to at least get a copy of the current maintenance log. It should shed some light on the state of their ship. Red hair bobbed as she looked between Commander Evelon (if she remembered the files correctly, there hand't really been an introduction) and Lt. Syria. She could tell right away that Evelon was a no-nonsense kind of officer. Makes an interestin' counterpoint to our Captain there, Cara decided quietly. She stood, eyes darting back and forth as she chewed on the puzzle of a mission they'd been given. In principle, it should be straightforward - fix things or run a standard evac. "Ah, pardon mah asking, sir, ma'am," she addressed both Captain and the First Officer, attempting to tread carefully. "Do we have an idea as to aboot how many people we'd possibly be havin'ta evacuate? Assuming we cannae crack the wee problem of the reactors, ah mean."
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Post by Absinthe on Jan 23, 2019 8:52:15 GMT
[ Captain Mason Finch | Conference Room | USS Augustus ] attn: syrano Angelus Kai At the sound of another voice, Mason turned his attention to the cute young redhead. At her question, he looked down at the data PADD he had brought with him that contained all of the information he'd been given about the assignment. " It looks like there is a research team of about 50 individuals, though there are a number of civilian researchers as well and they seem to be on a rotating schedule for when they are on the station," he looked back up, his gaze matching the young officers. " But I don't expect it will even get close to pushing our capacity limits." He gave her what he hoped was a confident smile. His notes made reference to the civilian scientists, but he couldn't gather the exact number and it did look like they were rotating out frequently, almost like there was some kind of drama going on, he figured they'd find out soon enough and he didn't want to worry the crew about that. " As for fixing the problem, I wish I could give any kind of details. All I have is that there is a power build-up and the station seems to have activated another reactor to manage the burden. Starfleet feels this is a potentially dangerous situation, so we are to go in and sort it out. I don't want you guys focusing on evacuation just yet. That should be our plan for if everything else fails and I don't plan for that to happen," he smiled widely as he looked around the table. He wasn't quite as confident as he wanted to look, but he also had some faith in the people there. He had read their files, he knew they were capable. |
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Post by multificionado on Feb 2, 2019 14:39:08 GMT
[Lieutenant Commander Sid Mushid | Conference Room | USS Augustus] Not for the first time, Sid found himself smiling, even though he got momentarily lost before reaching the captain’s ready room, having beamed aboard a while previously…although, judging from what the captain said about computer problems, he couldn’t help but think, with a smile, Seems like it’s going around in some ships. He remembered a few weeks back on the “Longbottom,” the Proxima-class starship, called the Nimitz, the computer had tendencies to mispronounce his name. “Incoming call for Mister Mushy,” as he remembered. It often did that. But rather than be annoyed, Sid often laughed the matter off. It helped him, as well as his fellow crewmembers. That’s what Starfleet Command figured, hence offering him a position in Command. As humorous as he was, he was an excellent leader, and Starfleet saw that potential. He listened to what Captain Finch had to say, and with great interest. He also took note of Commander Evelon, the First Mate. He knew these no-nonsense types, and she looked no different. Oh yeah, he and she will get along just fine, despite their different personalities. Once Evelon and the cat woman were finished yammering on, Sid brought up a question of his own. “What hostilities can we expect? I get that the Federation has ceased hostilities with the Klingon Empire, but there would be plenty of people to worry about, ya? Romulans, Orions, Tholians, Gorn, list would go on, no shortage of baddies to hand to try to put one over our butts, sir.” |
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Post by Angelus on Feb 3, 2019 5:51:18 GMT
Dean gave a thought or two while he followed them. Not particularly sure what to give about with this group of Officers. Sure there was the Caitian, then there was the woman that he'd been enamored on already. That was his personal feelings, however. Nothing to do with the job. To do with the job, that was another thing. Particularly when this new officer showed up. He could address that later.
As for the situation right now, he had an idea. Which he was full of them. If he could take multiple phaser shots on stun at close range and keep moving, surely this should be easy. "Cut the power. I do mean, literally. Cut the power. Since the first core is messed up and faulty for whatever reason, enough for them to have to start up the secondary core. That means there is still nothing wrong with the plasma shunts and the EPS grid. Cutting the power completely will stop the first core from overloading. Shut all systems, or necessary ones to the secondary core while the first is being repaired. Essentially hard booting the first into safe mode. The secondary takes over essential operation for now. No need to evacuate anyone yet." Long winded much? When he had an idea, he had an idea.
"We're not stupid and do not always need a computer to run a diagnostic on system while he sit on our fingers and spin. Their and our engineers can look at the logs and the core to find out what is wrong. If it requires a full replacement, then it can still function on secondary and auxilary power for weeks. If necessary, many of the stations systems that are not needed can be shunted as well as the cores of all the shuttlecrafts to help."
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