Posted Feb. 24, 2021, 4:02 p.m. by Commander Kara Nakuto (Engineer (Consultant Researcher - Yellow)) (Sharon Miller)
Posted by Commander Ryder Raauhl (Executive Officer) in Consulting the consultants [CO, XO, Consultants]
Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Ilena Keelara Rox (Medical (Assistant Researcher - Abell)) in Consulting the consultants [CO, XO, Consultants]
Posted by Lieutenant Commander Akirel Ros (Consultant Researcher) in Consulting the consultants [CO, XO, Consultants]
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Sitting in the main briefing room with Cobb Raahl tapped his comms badge =^=Can all Anomaly consultants report to the main briefing room as soon as possible=^= Leaning forward he picked up a triple choc chic cookie and dunked it in his coffee. Infront of him at the other end of the table was Cobb and between them stretched the oval table filled with a variety of snacks and drinks. It was hard enough to get Cobb onto the CIC but to get him in a briefing Raauhl found snacks and drinks usually got him motivated.
And indeed the snacks were most appreciated by the Leviathan’s captain as, nestled comfortably in his chair, he sipped at an Irish coffee and munched on his second…or was it third?…cookie.
“It nice to finally be going back to somewhere more stable” The Trill of course referring to their orders to return to Star base 237 hidden in the Bardeezi nebula in no mans land between the Ferengi Alliance, Tzenkethi coalition, Breen and Cardassian space it was one of the most well guarded secrets Raauhl knew of in the Federation, there was likely more but this one was one he was a part of. The Nebula itself was similar to the badlands with only one passage of entry in, photon turrets surrounded the inner wall of the nebula along with mines unless you knew how to navigate the storms, mines and turrets there was no way a ship was getting through. Then there was the starbase itself, was twice the size of Sol with its own dry and space docs it was a enormousness feet of engineering
- Cmdr Raauhl, XO
“Aye,” Cobb nodded, before leaning forwards and adding, “To tell the truth, Commander, there are a few of these anomalies I shall be glad to see the back of once we’ve offloaded them to the station.”
This would be their first delivery since setting out almost a year ago. So much had happened in that time. So much had changed. Cobb found himself in equal parts anxious and intrigued for the briefing with Admiral Roebuck that was to come. But that was not a subject for today and as the door to the briefing room opened, he pushed it to the back of his mind and turned instead to greet the newcomer.
Ilena hadn’t even been to her quarters yet, expect to drop off Thor. Well she better find her way to the main briefing room.
The blonde haired, black eyed medical researcher appeared in the briefing room. Looking far younger than someone with her experience and clearence levels should she nodded to the two officers. “Cpt., Cmdr., Lt Rox. Abell level medical researcher.” She stood behind a seat at attention. Best not start her first day by breaking protocol.
Lt jg Rox, Abell medical researcher
“Please take a seat the others should be arriving shortly and help yourself to some refreshments,” Raauhl said dunking his cookie and dipping it into his coffee again. He was clearly in a good mood.
- Cmdr Raauhl, XO
Ilena eyes widened slightly. Coffee and cookies? Dunked? Hmmm maybe she did need to get out of the labs more.
“Apologies for the less than traditional welcome to the ship,” Cobb chuckled as he held out a plate of cookies towards Ilena. “We don’t usually throw new arrivals into important briefings. But then considering your specialty, I doubt this will be anything too unsettling.”
- Captain Zachariah Cobb
Ilena took a seat, and she took an offered cookie and a glass of juice. She wasn’t one to over indulge but she knew that it would be very bad manners not to partake of some. “This is a wonderful welcome Captain. I’m eager to get to work. Idleness gives me headaches.”
A few moments after Rox had stepped into the room, the door opened again and a tall and, at that moment somewhat excited, half-Klingon entered.
“Captain, Commander,” she nodded to each in turn, “I have some promising results to show you from my latest round of experiments. I am also eager to learn whether our requests for additional equipment will be granted upon arriving at the station.”
Then turning to the room’s other occupant, Nakuto extended a hand in greeting, accompanied by a wide and, somewhat intimidating, smile.
“Ilena Rox,” she stated as if already confirmed. “John mentioned that your arrival was expected today. His work must be getting quite the amount of attention with the ARU to warrant such an accomplished assistant. I read a few of your previous papers and, while I am more accustomed to those bodies forged from tritanium and nourished by plasma, I will admit that I found your research interesting.”
- Kara Nakuto (Consultant Researcher)
Ilena had read the ship’s manifest while she’d waited, and waited, on Maxia, “Kara Nakuto, engineering consultant, previously CO of the USS Viking. Your ability to repurpose and create something from nothing have gained you quite a name in engineering. Dr. Samasedon has used several of your theories and principles to remake the world of prosthetics. You work is well known in the medical field.” It was quite obviously that Ilena wasn’t just ‘blowing smoke’ or trading complements. She was analytical and precise and meant every word. She wouldn’t say it if it wasn’t true. She passed the plate of cookies the Cpt Cobb had slid towards her to Kara.
“You honour me,” Nakuto replied, bowing her head to the other woman. “Thank you.”
Once more the doors to the briefing room opened, and one of the other new consultants stepped through the door and paused slightly, casting his eyes over everyone in the room before they came to rest on Kara Nakuto, just for a moment before continuing their journey to a free seat beside her. If there was the barest hint of a smile or grin on his face, it would be hard to tell for most. Indeed the lightly confident smirk present in his meeting with Cobb was gone, replaced with a workmanlike composure that wasn’t apparent before. “Akirel Ros, Engineering Consultant,” the Bajoran introduced himself with a nod to those he had not met yet, the moon and sun design of his highly polished earring swinging as if to emphasize the statement.
Taking the few short steps to the free seat beside his former Captain, Ros filled two cups with coffee but ignored the cookies. Sliding one cup to one side slightly, it came to rest in front of Kara before Ros took his seat and brought the coffee to his lips, this time, the cup hid a clear smirk from everyone else in the room, but it still reached his deep green but intensely bright eyes as he glanced at her. “You look like you need coffee, something to celebrate?”
Nakuto’s grin was less subtle and less hidden. Reaching for the cup and taking a generous gulp, she wiped at her mouth with a sleeve, then turned to face Ros and replied, “Perhaps. Certainly more than I had to celebrate last week.”
It was as if a light had been cast, suddenly, upon the half-Klingon. In that moment, her appearance seemed changed - midnight hair shimmering like a river unleashed into moonlight, eyes burning with the intensity of a million stars, lips parted and glistening with coffee as she drew in shallow yet vigorous breath…
Glancing at Cobb now, Ros lowered the cup and spoke directly to Cobb. “I’m Sorry, Captain.”
Only a second later, a voice bellowed through the doors that slid open almost in perfect unison with the bellow. “Cookies!” That bellow was followed by the impressively humble frame of the Tellarite Gruv Skallig, in perfect regulation Starfleet Engineering gold, polished knee length work boots and his beard braided into a multitude of different patterns. Walking to the table and reaching for a cookie, he paused in mid grab. In slow motion, his eyes lifted to look at the Half-Klingon woman sitting across the table from him. “Captain Nakuto!” Standing up straight, he flung his arms wide in surprise, half the cookie in his hand breaking off and flying in Cobbs direction. “Ye live! Do ye still ‘ave the hat!?”
And just like that, the light was turned off. Nakuto receded to shadow, exotic features contorting into a mask of disgust, forehead ridges deepening like waves on a violent sea, breath paused, eyes locked tightly shut. But still that voice, and with it an image - unbidden - of legs and of stubble and of feathers, tore into her subconscious, drowning out everything else.
With an agonised breath, her eyes were opened and locked quickly onto the speaker.
“I do,” she replied through barred teeth. “And if you address me again then I shall take that hat and ram it..”
Her words were cut short by a horrified Captain Cobb…
Once everyone arrived and ha themselves either a plate of cookies or a filled coffe cup, in some places both Raauhl stood. “Thankyou all for coming.” He moved over to the large console screen and tapped it showing an image of the Nebula in which the ARUs Starbase was hidden. “Some of you may recognise this some of you who are newer may not however this is Starbase 237 in the middle of no where and the in the heart of the Bardeezi (Bar-D-Zee) Nebula. We have received orders to return to ARU Headquarter for some much needed leave and to free up some space in our containment cells. We have already operated much longer than initially planned and running a little low.”
“The Bardeezi Nebula was chosen because of its remote location and natural defences to avoid its discovery, the ARU have operated for some time and The Nebula itself is similar to the badlands which border the Cardassian border with only one passage of entry in and out the nebular is then protected by a secondary ring of photon turrets along with cloaked mines unless you knew how to navigate the storms, mines and turrets there was no way a ship is getting through. That will be down to our helmsman to get us through however what I need from you is a plan to safely secure all our anomalies and prepare them transport. While the ARU personnel are great at their captivity you are the specialist.” he sat down, “the floor is yours, questions comments and querie.”
- Cmdr Raauhl, XO
Lt Cmdr Akirel Ros, Research Consultant (Plus Gruv)
No one else was saying anything, and Ilena was never shy about speaking up. “I just arrived this morning, so please correct me if I’m wrong. But RTF had to use some kind of mobile containment units to get them on the ship and to the containment levels, correct? Why can’t we just upgrade those mobile units with what we know now? And don’t we have dedicated ARU anomaly transporters on deck 26? Why can’t we use what we already have? No need to reinvent the wheel, as it were, just make it better.”
Lt Rox, Abell level research assistant
Grateful that someone had a suggestion he clung to the idea like a leach. “Now there’s an idea, the only thing is Fenrir which was used can only transport a certain type of anomalies as is the Transporters. Some Anomalies will require a certain finesse to the such as Andromeda’s Cube and Dave.” Not exactly their most dangerous, Gen may actually hold that title but certainly some of their most troublesome. “But there’s no the reason why we cant use a combination of the two. The Starbase also has some larger tools but I wanted to see what your collective brains might have more specifically when we travel through the Nebula since we’ll be mostly powered down to avoid being blown up.” Ok so that revelation should have been first explained.
“The Starbase as you know is surrounded by electro-magnetic mines which are cloaked that and the storms the ship requires to be on minimal power to avoid being targeted by the mines and that the storms dont cling onto us like a lightning rod which does also mean powering some aspects of the containment fields. It could be a bumpy ride and I dont want to accidentally let loose all of our anomalies.” He sat back to allow the information to flow and to hear any suggestions.
- Cmdr Raauhl, XO
Nakuto drained her coffee then reclined in her seat, long legs stretching out before her.
“I agree with Lt Rox,” she nodded, “that we should make use of any equipment we already have. But each anomaly on our decks is as different to the rest as it is deadly. There is no uniformity in either containment nor transportation where these beasts are concerned. Some of them, you could likely walk out of here on a leash. Others, we will need several layers of pure tritanium and a well-armed escort of at least fifty operatives before we even dare lift the damned thing off the ground.”
She paused and studied each individual present in turn. Even Gruv.
“And let us not forget that several of these anomalies have been captured by us, en-route. As far as the starbase crew are concerned, they are a wholly unknown quantity. It will be down to us to transmit over recommendations for permanent containment conditions and just hope that the base team can have everything ready for when we arrive.”
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