Posted Aug. 2, 2020, 8:16 p.m. by Civilian Tock (Bartender) (Jamie Moore)
Posted by Captain Zachariah Cobb (Commanding Officer) in Pre-Sim: A Delivery Arrives
Posted by Civilian Tock (Bartender) in Pre-Sim: A Delivery Arrives
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-
Nobody had been expecting a delivery. But then on the USS Leviathan, expectation and reality oft existed in separate, occasionally parallel, dimensions. Still, Captain Cobb was no fool and, as the freighter inched towards the cargo bay doors, he ordered a Priority 1 evacuation of the areas immediately above and below, as well as the corridors surrounding, cargo bay 1. In the blink of an eye all sentient life had dissappeared from the location, save for a small contingent of security officers, chosen to deliver a personal welcome to the invading craft.
With phasers drawn, the officers began to form a ring around the vessel, NE’s Gary and Blair drawing the short straws and taking up position in front of the descending ramp. As the two men scanned the darkened interior of the craft with growing anxiety, the voice of their shift leader, McReady, rang out from the control booth.
=^= Captain of the shuttle Kelpie. Please step out of the vessel with your hands raised above your head. =^=
It was at that moment that Gary’s ears caught an unfamiliar noise. “Hey,” he hissed over to his partner, Blair, “You hear that?”
=^=Ah, Sir?=^= Blair was quick to alert McReady via his own commbadge, =^=we got something ticking in here.=^=McReady’s response was lightning fast, borne of years of experience and training. =^=We got a bomb. Hit the deck. I’m establishing a perimeter field. Captain of the Kelpie, I repeat, come out with your hands up. NOW!=^=
- NE’s McReady, Gary & Blair
Cockily yet somehow also cautiously a tall woman with dark hair in a ponytail strolled out of the shadows. At first, her shape appeared to be that of the the shadows themselves sliding forwards thanks to her boiler suit matching the darkness of a hair. Her hands were raised, one of them pinching a PADD between fingers. Another figure appeared behind her but remained shrouded in shadow.
“Here”, she boomed in a hushed tone, “you can calm down.” She slowly approached the ensigns and held out the PADD in offering. Inspection would reveal valid Starfleet security clearance, including unadvertised but obvious to anyone looking codes relating to the ARU itself. The actual content of the file being displayed were inaccessible without the security codes of the XO or CO however.
“Shall we begin unloading already?” a gruff voice called out from behind. All the activity easily drowned out the ticking quietly eminating from somewhere in the space but it continued without missing a beat, or a tock, the whole time.
-Crew of the Kelpie-
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