Posted Aug. 1, 2020, 2:38 p.m. by Civilian Tock (Bartender) (Jamie Moore)
OOC: This takes place a short time (a couple of days, perhaps) after this ‘party’ I’m hearing about!
IC: Spacetime rippled almost perceivably as the Kelpie dropped out of warp alongside the Leviathan. Excess energy from the warp engines was dropped, stimulating a photon burst resulting in a bright flash that momentarily illuminated every space on the Starfleet cruiser with a port facing window.
=^=Kelpie to Leviathan.=^= The bold, feminine voice of the freighter’s captain bounced around the bridge as her hail was received. =^=Designate a cargo bay and prepare for our landing there.=^=
Any ensign with little else to do on the bridge would have been struck by the freighter captain’s forwardness in addressing a Starfleet cruiser in such a way. Usually, cargo deliveries would sit awaiting orders upon their arrival. Moreover, this ship was no Starfleet vessel. It wasn’t registered as such, at least. Kaplan F17’s like this were usually civilian owned. It was a novel arrival, to say the least.
A short time later the docking was approved, prompting the Kelpie to gradually approach the Leviathan from the aft on maneuvering thrusters. Electromagnetic crackly buzzing marked the moment the ship met the forcefield maintaining the hospitable atmosphere of Cargo Bay 1. Gracefully, the blue tinged ship was lowered into place in the centre of the chamber. It touched down with a satisfying bump and then all was still.
As Leviathan crew members began moving around the bay once the ship was safely touched down, a section at the rear of the ship opened. Slowly but surely, a ramp was beginning to be lowered, opening the ship up for disembarkation and unloading. Somewhere within the depths of the clean white containers stacked in the Kelpie’s belly, something was ticking.
Tick-tock. Tick-tock.
-Tock-
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