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Main Sim - I've Got Good News... And Bad News (Tag Command Staff, DH's)

Posted July 15, 2021, 2:44 p.m. by Gamemaster Alias Smith N. Jones, Esq. (Gamemaster) (James Sinclair)

Posted by Captain Sara Kiernan (Commanding Officer) in Main Sim - I’ve Got Good News… And Bad News (Tag Command Staff, DH’s)

Posted by Commander Shara Calloway (Chief Intelligence Officer) in Main Sim - I’ve Got Good News… And Bad News (Tag Command Staff, DH’s)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Bethany Kovra Gadi (Chief of Security) in Main Sim - I’ve Got Good News… And Bad News (Tag Command Staff, DH’s)
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The Asimov left the station under impulse power until it reached the buoy marker indicating a jump to warp was safe to do. As the engines whined and the warp core sprang to life, the stars froze for a moment and then vanished into streaks of light as the vessel shot out of sight of the station.

A few hours passed as the crew went over systems to ensure everything was working after the major repairs; and indeed they were. All systems indicated a green operational status, and the ship’s AI indicated an overall operational efficiency of 99.4%. Everything was solid.

Micah Pikelsimer, dressed in the red uniform of a Star Fleet Lieutenant Commander, stood leaning against the bulkhead at the back of the bridge. Next to him was a Lieutenant in the blue uniform of the Science Division. The two stood wordlessly as the crew went about their duties and settled into the newly repaired vessel. Finally, the Lieutenant cleared his throat softly and moved near the Captain’s chair. “Excuse me, Ma’am… but you wanted me to remind you about the Department Head meeting?”

GM

“Yes… yes. Thank you.” Sara pressed a button on the arm of her chair. =/\=All senior staff please report to the conference room.=/\= She smiled lightly. “Here we go.” and she rose and walked to the conference room, nodding for Pikelsimer and the Lieutenant to follow.

-Captain Sara Kiernan, CO

Bethany had been on the bridge for the departure and familiarizing herself with the console, controls, and most importantly the rhythm the CO and XO set for the bridge. She locked the controls to standby, spoke briefly to the security NE who came to replace her and then followed the small group into the conference room. Old habits die hard and she chose a seat at the corner of the table where she could clearly see everyone with out looking like she was watching a tennis match. And this way she could observe people as they spoke and other’s reactions to what was being said.
Gadi, CoS

Floating meant that with few exceptions, Shara was able to come and go as she needed to. She also could drop whatever she was doing at a moment’s notice more easily than some others.

Slipping into the Conference Room, her mind was trying to work through things even though she knew the details she needed were ones she didn’t have… yet. Her grey-blue gaze swept the room, giving Micah a significant look, though it was the man beside him she focused on. “Blue,” she greeted, folding her arms across her chest even as she gave him a warm smile. He had been her daughter’s handler for a long time. Recruited her even. He understood Faye in a way that she couldn’t entirely. Was she envious? A little. But more than that she just flat out respected the man. “Please tell me you’ve got some super awesome sneaky plan to let a certain person know what the low-down is? Even if it’s just a few words?”

Commander Calloway, CIO

“After. Promise.” the Lieutenant replied. “For now, let’s wait on the others to get here and we can get everything on the table, as it were.”

GM

Paddy came onto the Bridge, offering friendly nods and the occasional, “Morning,” to the senior officers around him before heading into the Conference Room, strong Irish coffee and PADD in hand, taking a seat to the right of Captain Kiernan, “Morning Ma’am,” he said to the CO with a warm grin. He offered a quick wink to Commander Gadi on the other side of the desk.

-Lieutenant Patrick McMillan: Counsellor-

“Morning Counselor.” Sara said with a smile.

Bethany was watching as everyone started coming in. The conversation between ‘Blue’ and Calloway peaked her interest but she figured she’d find out soon enough or it would be a mystery to solve. She contemplated the look Calloway passed towards the new command red Lt Cmdr and what it might mean. But Calloway was Intel, and Bethany knew all too well there was no point in guessing right now. She smiled nodded to Lt McMillan, just the person she needed to talk to. “Lt McMillan, if you have time after the meeting I have a training program I would like your professional input with.”
Gadi, CoS

Visrian stood with arms akimbo, mentally bracing for what she knew would become a long and painful conversation. Give me patience, she pleaded and combatted the urge to consult the nearest chronometer. Craning her neck, Visrian shot her companion a counterfeit grin and awaited the onslaught of gossip-shaped bullets about to flee their tongue. But quicker than the crewman’s lips parted, Kiernan’s comm ripped through the corridor and presented a narrow window of escape. Whew! Visrian breathed, making a quick albeit polite farewell before turning heel toward the turbolift. Luck, she chuckled inwardly, I owe you a beer.

Moments later, the Trill scientist slid into the conference room with a slight wrinkle teasing the corners of her mouth. Silently, she greeted the group with a series of brisk, friendly nods and found her way to an empty seat.

— Visrian Parr, CSO

Sara nodded back to Visrian. “Lieutenant Parr.” She took a mental tally of everyone who had so far arrived and who was left to go.

-Captain Sara Kiernan, CO

Paddy cocked an eyebrow, “A Counsellor programming a Security Sim, should be an interesting one. Glad to help Commander.”

-Lieutenant Patrick McMillan: Counsellor-

Si’Rek arrived and nodded to the assembled officers. He sat down and then looked at the unknown Lieutenant and Lieutenant Commander, and his eyes narrowed slightly. Something didn’t seem quite right.

Si’Rek, Ops

OOC: Going to move this along. We will assume everyone is present now.

IC: As the officers settled, the Lieutenant moved to the far end of the table and cleared their throat softly. “Good morning. My name is Agent Blue. I am with Star Fleet Intelligence. This -” and he gestured to to the Lieutenant Commander, “- is Special Agent Pikelsimer of Federation Security. We are here to brief you on your mission. I know all of you have received orders from the various Fleet divisions concerning an exploratory survey of the Cantreken Nebula. I am here to tell you that this is not the case. The Asimov has been tasked to deliver a package, and Intelligence asset, to a specific location for the purpose of that package being inserted into a hostile and highly capable criminal organization. The ship will then try and also work it’s way into a position where it will be able to work for the organization, gather intelligence, and then extract the asset when the time comes. This mission is completely off the books, which means once we are operationally committed, we are on our own. The only people in Star Fleet besides those of us in this room that know about it are one in Intel and one in Fleet Special Projects. I can’t speak for FedSec. The mission is broken up into three phases: Prep, Insertion, Extraction. Prep is being handled by FedSec and Agent Pikelsimer. Insertion and the timing of extraction is being handled by myself, with assistance from Commander Calloway. As this is a very high-risk scenario, you are being given a choice as to whether or not you want to accompany the ship on it’s mission.”

GM

Pikelsimer said “Now, it’s not exactly that black and white.” with a distinct Tenessee drawl. “In order to pull this off, teh Asimov is going be destroyed… at least as far as Star Fleet and the general public are concerned. That means each and every person on this ship is going to be listed as Killed In Action… or listed as a criminal… for the duration of the mission. That means your families, your friends, your high-school sweethearts are gonna think you’re dead… or maybe a traitor. So keep that in mind when you think about whether you wanna do this or not. Now, we will fix all that when… if… we make it back. FedSec has your files as of this morning, and you’ll be reinstated in the Federation Database just as you are sitting here right now on our return.”

Picklesimer, FedSec

Bethany just raised a single brow, looking reminiscent of a Vulcan. It wouldn’t be the first time she’d been listed as dead or traitor. Her family would take it in stride. “I’m in, won’t be the first time. So since we are going rogue I assume my department will be getting some non-Star Fleet weapons and toys?”
Gadi, CoS

Pikelsimer looked at the Security Chief and said “A few, yeah. But the story we are going to feed to the target group is that the ship wasn’t lost, it was taken by rogue officers. So that’ll explain the presence of so much Fleet gear.”

Bethany nodded, simple and to the point, and less of a ‘make over’ tech wise. “Any changes to ships offensive or defensive systems I need to know about?”

“I assume the intelligence asset has been cleared to complete the mission, in terms of a psychiactric work-up?” Paddy was already slightly suspicous of the intentions of the two FedSec and Intelligence officers, but knew orders were orders regardless.

-Lieutenant Patrick McMillan: Counsellor-

Agent Blue looked at the Counsellor and said with a slight smile “Indeed I have, Lieutenant. If you wish to have a ‘chat’ later, I would be happy to oblige.”

GM

Pikelsimer, FedSec

“I would appreciate that sir,” Paddy said slowly.

-Lieutenant Patrick McMillan: Counsellor-
Gadi, CoS

Meanwhile, Shara was the epitome of an Intelligence agent. Her surface was an impeccable mask and utterly professional as the information was disseminated and she appeared to be listening attentively, and she was, but below that surface she was a mess. The anger from earlier was there, but also resignation and a near panic she couldn’t entirely quell. Crap! Gadi. Shara inhaled and calming breath and consciously pushed her stronger emotions away, leaving a sea of calm where the storm once lay. It was too late, but it didn’t mean she was just going to exude her emotions all over the place.

Her part of the mission was funnily swapped from her usual. Blue would be doing what she normally did and she’d be for him what he’d been for Faye and many others. It was kind of funny actually. But they hadn’t gotten to the details of that piece of the puzzle and until they did, she had little to say.

Commander Calloway, CIO

Sara sat quietly for most of the time and pondered. Special Projects and Intel getting wrapped up in the operation of the Asimov bothered her but the mission was important. “Anyone who decides not to come along can be jettisoned as part of the staged mutiny.” She said.

-Captain Sara Kiernan, CO

Blue chuckled and said “Such a strong term, Captain. But not a wholly bad idea either. Now then… Preparations for the insertion will take place inside the Cantreken Nebula.” He activated the view screen and a picture of the nebula appeared. “The Cantreken Nebula. A veritable ship’s graveyard that has accounted for dozens of lost ships and countless lost lives over the past two hundred years since it was discovered, the hard way, by a Vulcan science vessel. The entire region is a designated no-travel zone, but some still try to shave off the ten days added travel time by cutting across the peripheral boundaries. Many studies have been done on the nedula to to try and find out the source of the massive ion-plasma storms that erupt without warning from it. Only one was successful, and that is why we are going here.”

He tapped a few commands and the view was now of a startling and unfamiliar form of space installation. “This is Cantreken Station… a wholly unacknowledged and highly experimental station designed by the Tholians some four hundred years ago. Yes, I said it’s a four hundred year old space station inside an impenetrable ion-plasma storm generating nebula. It was discovered by the survey ship Eleanor Rigsby forty years ago right before she was destroyed by said ion-plasma storms. Since that time, Intel has kept it completely isolated from general knowledge. In fact, until you were just told, exactly one thousand people in all of the Federation knew about it. Nine hundred and ninety-three live on the station itself. One is the Admiral in charge of Special Projects, one is myself, one is Agent Pikelsimer here, one is the current President of the Federation, two are members of the Vulcan Science Council… and one is the Director of Star Fleet Intelligence. That nebula is where the Asimov will supposedly be destroyed. That station is where we will refit the Asimov and make it what we need it to be: a ship of pirates and marauders. Criminals and murderers. Everything a growing criminal enterprise needs to grow up nice and strong. Questions so far?”

GM


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