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MPT - LS Intel Searches for a Trickster - Raauhl, McHarrie, Remington, Bog

Posted Sept. 27, 2020, 6:38 p.m. by Lieutenant Casela Synthi-er (Counsellor / RTF) (Jennifer Ward)

Posted by Lieutenant Icarus Remington (Chief Intelligence Officer) in MPT - LS Intel Searches for a Trickster - Raauhl, McHarrie, Remington, Bog

Posted by Ensign Tellek Bog (Engineer) in MPT - LS Intel Searches for a Trickster - Raauhl, McHarrie, Remington, Bog

Posted by Captain Zachariah Cobb (Commanding Officer) in MPT - LS Intel Searches for a Trickster - Raauhl, McHarrie, Remington, Bog
OOC: This is open to anyone on Intel or S31. Or anyone who wants to assist. This is an Intel focused story though, just FYI. For timeline purposes this happens OUTSIDE of Sam’s thread.

IC:
(snip)

The slight smile that usually crossed Casela’s face these days at the nick name did not appear. Rather she looked more like the woman who had first come aboard: focused, purposeful, and serious. Not one to mince words, Casela got to the point. “I need a shuttle, and” she seems to second guess herself, “a team.”

She paces over to his desk and hands him the PaDD. “The report is about a month old. But what’s being described…seems abnormal.”. The events describe a series of events that at first appear to be practice jokes. What is odd is the complexity of them when the instigator appears to be children of very young ages. The last being a 2 year old orphan walking around the village with her mother, who died in child birth. “These children are…” And Zachariah would understand from her file.
Lt Synthi-er, CNS, always the suspicious.

Zachariah accepted the PaDD and settled heavily into his chair. His initial suspicion was that he’d somehow misunderstood her. But the black and white reality of words on the page left no room for further doubts.
“How could that be?” he asked rhetorically, knowing neither of them had the chance of an answer. “You thinking it could be an anomaly?”

“I’m thinking there is a good possibility of it.”

(snip)

“Well, I suppose time is wasting,” he continued after a moment, unable to meet her eyes with his own, “let’s call ‘em in here and you can explain the situation.”

Then with a tap of his commbadge, he declared: =^= Commander Raauhl, Commander McHarrie, Lieutenant Remington, Ensign Bog, please report to my ready room immediately. =^=

  • Captain Zachariah Cobb

=^= Commander Raauhl, Commander McHarrie, Lieutenant Remington, Ensign Bog, please report to my ready room immediately. =^= A ‘phiztt’ and a loud thump from the Jeffrie’s tube entrance was fallowed buy an exclamation “Shara’s hind tit, what in the seven hells is it now!” Securing the system he wiggles out of the cramped space =/\= McMurra, report to frame 32, deck fiveI need your skinny backside to button up this eps conduit! =/\= .

It was a few minuets later that the Tellarite stepped onto the bridge. The short engineer hadn’t changed from his coveralls, so as he thumbed open the Capetian’s door he presented a gimme figure, peaking threw his googles at the assembled officers with his tool belt jingling with tools. “This better be important, we almost lost power to medical not to mention yours truly!” He declared as the smell of burnt heir wafted threw the room.

Bog.

“What?” Cobb stared, open-mouthed, at the almost-crisp hunk of bacon before him. “I am your captain! Of course it’s important! Do you think I call engineers to my ready room to make me a bloody coffee?!”

“To be honest that was the most charitable thought to have crossed my mind, sir.

He sighed and cast a pitiful glance at his own empty mug. “Although, now that you’re here…make yourself useful and conjure up a round of coffees, eh Mr Bog?”

Bog just stood there moment as less than ‘charitable thoughts’ Came to mind, his only reaction being a detectable twice around his right eye. Mostly but not completely hidden buy his goggles.

  • Captain Zachariah Cobb

Casela rolled her eyes. These two needed to get on with the insults. They’d be happier if they did. She however didn’t say anything one way or the other. She wasn’t in the mood to help or to defend either man from the other.

Turning to the replicator he called up the coffee, ordering two spiked,one for himself and the other for the Captain. “ would you like cream and sugar” as he set fresh cup smelling of Jamison’s in front of the captain and sitting down before pushing the plain cup to the counselor.

Bog.

Casela took the coffee, because well she was main lining it these days. She noticed though, that even Bog did not offer to spike her drink. Apparently the whole crew knew about her little pity party from weeks before. Normally she’d laugh, to herself, but she wasn’t in an amusing mood today.

The unmistakable aroma of freshly-replicated coffee delighted Cobb’s olfactory senses. Then on its heels came a chaser aroma of…was that what he thought it was? Lifting his cup for a sip, the captain’s eyes widened with delight.
“Why, Mr Bog,” he exclaimed, his previous annoyance with the engineer forgotten. “That is the best cup of coffee I’ve had since…well, for a few hours, at any rate.”

But as to the offer of cream and sugar, he swatted the suggestion down as one might swipe at a Belzoidan flea. “Pshh, spoil such a perfect beverage with cream and sugar? I think not, Ensign.”

Sinking back into his chair to further enjoy his drink, a peripheral glimpse of Casela recalled the urgency of the situation. “Ah, yes,” he muttered in an attempt at organised authority, straightening his posture once again. “Now, where have the others got to, I wonder? We have a matter of some delicacy to discuss here, Mr Bog.”

  • Captain Zachariah Cobb

“Delicacy? That’s just application of a smaller hammer, sir” the Tellarite said as he settled back to drink his own coffee. The anger he felt evaporating to be replaced buy curiosity and the comforting presence of his companions.

Bog

There was someone else in the room at this point, and it wasn’t Casela anymore. It was someone who until now hadn’t been needed on this ship. A side of herself that had been buried when she’d been sent to Triton. The person shadow man really wanted. “Yes Mr. Bog, delicacy. And if it is a smaller hammer you are like to compare it to, it would be a small jeweler’s hammer, and nothing of greater substance.” While they had been talking, she’d moved, silently without them noticing to the window and was casually leaning up against the bulk head by the window. Her posture was relaxed, but there was a look in her eye that…reflected the rumors about her. “Mr. Bog, is Valkyrja ready to fly? We’re going to need her. If not, how long do you need?”

Icarus stepped through the door and stopped short at seeing the others gathered. His eyes went from Bog to Syn-thier and finally rested on Cobb. He sniffed at the air and scowled at the scent of over-cooked bacon. “Captain?”

Remington (CIO)

Casela met his gaze with a slightly raised brow. When he had left her office they’d come to some kind of mutual respect for each other’s skills and abilities. Now they were about to find out if they had both made the right decision. As he turned to the captain she stared at the door, waiting, seemingly bored, for the other officers to arrive.
Lt. Synthi-er


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