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Event Horizon - Dinner

Posted Jan. 13, 2019, 11:22 p.m. by Commander Ardashir "Jack" Creed (Executive Officer) (Steven Sigle)

Posted by Captain Alexander Cochrane (Commanding Officer) in Event Horizon - Dinner

Posted by Commander Ardashir “Jack” Creed (Executive Officer) in Event Horizon - Dinner

Posted by Fleet Captain Dark Tribble (GameMaster) in Event Horizon - Dinner
A petite woman dressed in the colours of command and the pips of Commander was straightening a placemat ahead of the arrival of the guests - the Manhattan command staff and department heads, and the representatives of the powers in this part of the galaxy would be arriving soon, and she loved the colour scheme she had going - a bright green table cloth with red and white trimmings, placemats of the greatest holiday spots across the alpha and beta quadrants and bottles of sparkling and spring waters sourced from a nearby planet here in the Delta Quadrant. The menu was alternate drop and consisted of 5 courses, all selected by her personally. She knew that noone would be allergic to anything … What could possibly go wrong? With ‘QT Pie’ organising it … nothing, nothing at all. The Padd’s she placed at each place said each menu item was out of the Talaxian and Voth cooking traditions …

So she waited for the arrivals … yeah, it was 6 hours ahead of the dinner time, but she wanted to be there … incase any one arrived early.

  • GM Dark Tribble
    OOC: Feel free to start arriving … hope you all enjoy the ‘exotic’ menu she has got planned for you :)

Xeal walked through the door hoping that he was not the first to arrive he was however 20 minutes early. Looking around the room he was glad that there was one person who showed up before him. This woman it would seem had Commander pips on her collar. Xeal also noticed the food but was currently not interested in it.

Walking towards the Commander he introduced himself. “Afternoon Commander, my name is Xeal Loss the new CSO on board the Manhattan. How do you do?”

LT - Xeal Loss - CSO

“Lieutenant Loss,” she said, not looking up at him, but instead continuing to look at a padd that she had at hand, “glad you’re here. Take a seat, or help yourself to a drink from the replicator.”

She had no sooner said that then the door to the room opened again and a Talaxian and Voth entered the room.

“Is your mate recovering, Nalonx,” the Voth asked.

“Yes, Tamio, she is,” Nalonx replied, “thanks for asking, the Federation’s healing expertise is extraordinary. And I am so thankful for them.”

Seeing Xeal, he said to Tamio, “if you’ll excuse me, my friend, I have a question for the Lieutenant.”

The Voth nodded, and Nalonx approached Xeal.

“Excuse me, lieutenant,” Nalonx asked Xeal, “I am Nalonx, I’m the leader of the nearby colony of Talaxians. My spouse, Wattorux, was injured and healed by the medical staff on the outpost. I am curious about something I hope you can explain. Ambassador Neelix has spoken and written about his experiences on one of your Starships, the USS Voyager. In it, he mentioned that the Medical needs of the crew were looked after by a holographic doctor and was of the opinion that the balding sarcastic emh was the only medical staff assigned to Federation facilities. Here, my wife was tended to, not by a holographic doctor, but a human doctor. Is it usual for non holographic doctors to be assigned to Federation Facilities?”

-GM

OOC: If you need to look up Voth or Talaxian in Memory Alpha …
Voth: http://memory-alpha.wikia.com/wiki/Voth
Talaxian: http://memory-alpha.wikia.com/wiki/Talaxian

“Greeting, Nalonx, I’m sure the pleasure is mine.” Xeal took a bite of a oderve and washed it down with synthohol wine. “Yes the it is the practice with most species to have living breathing doctors. The Voyager is a unique case as they were not fully staffed and their original Chief medical officer had passed away tragically.” Xeal took the last bite of the food in his hand. “I must say it fascinates me that we have found yet another stable wormhole into the Delta quadrant. As I am sure you are aware if it were not for Voyager it would likely have been another one hundred years before we ever ventured out this far.”

“Would you care for more wine?”

“Oh yes, more wine, please,” Nalonx replied, holding his glass out, “well, it seems my wife was in the best of hands, I’m told she’s going to be alright. And, yes, Ambassador Neelix did mention that.”

“For myself I am a scientist through and through. I love finding out how things tick. Weather it be biological, or mechanical or finding out what something new is out there.” He said waving a hand out towards the observation window.

LT - Xeal Loss - CSO

“A Scientist, really? My friend, Mr Tamio was himself a Scientist in his younger days, though he had to be careful, particularly after the Voyager made first contact with the Voth,” Nalonx said, motioning the Voth to join them.

“Really… In which field does he practice?”

Tamio approached them, his reptilian features smiling at Nalonx’s words, “at best I was a poor Scientist, Lieutenant,” Tamio said, “I get much more enjoyment in my current role as guide to your vessel and Event Horizon. Plus out here puts me at less risk of falling foul of the Ministry of Elders and the Doctrine. Might I trouble you, Lieutenant, for the use of some of your science facilities on board the Manhattan? I may be a poor Scientist, but I am still a Scientist, and long to continue my studies of gaseous anomalies.”

-GM

“I must admit I am quite new onto this ship, only just arrived yesterday. However I must clear it with the Captain first, but I see no harm in doing so as long as I am privy to any and all experiments.”

Lt - Xeal Loss - CSO

Celina walked in next to Jack. It was weird not to take his hand as she entered the room but they were no longer on Orion where the rules and regulations of Starfleet at times were held together with spit and bubblegum. Celina instantly noticed the food spread on the table. “Jack you had a snack before we came here right,” she said politely knowing he could read through the lines.

“I’m going to need to get you over that phobia, people eat from buffets and platters all the time and love.” he said as he leaned in whispering in her ear before kissing her cheek.

“Then your gonna need a new fiancée,” Celina winked at him. “Besides it is easy Hero. Just skip appetizers and go for the main course. So should we mingle? You know I am going to be busy,” she air quoted the last word, “if you get stuck hob knobbing with whatever dignitary this reception is for right?” Celina loved Jack. She would do anything for him but dignitary conversation could get so dry and so politically correct. How Jack managed it she oils never know.

“We can be nice, if I can take your parents for hours on end critiquing me for this that and everything in between you can handle a little hob knobbing with the schmucks here.” he said as a crewmen walked by. “Not you of course Crewmen Pierce” he said as he shook his head and pulled Celina with him.

Lt. Celina Rodriguez, CTO

“My Abuela’s love you except that they hate you are in Starfleet so that you take me away from them,” Celina said playfully snuggling up on Jack’s arm for a second. He was not the type to show any affection on duty but that was the hardest thing for Celina to adjust to since they left Orion. Things on Orion were looser. The on duty off duty relationship on a Stafleet vessel were more stringent. Still it would only be the CO that would have the gumption to say something so Celina toed the line. “And for the record, as long as I have you here I would hob nob with anyone.”

“They do know you joined Starfleet far before you meet me right? They don’t think I somehow tricked you way back before I even knew you to join do they? I mean I am good but that would have been a feat and a half there.”

“Yes, but in their mind, I only joined Starfleet to find a suitable husband. Once I found him, the future Mr. Rodriguez would move back to Puerto Rico. He would work with my father, brothers, and uncles in the shuttle repair shop. They even have a house set up for us right between Miranda and Isabella. Those two sweet old ladies spent their meagre savings to make sure their adoring granddaughter had a home of her own. If your plans differ then you sir have a lotta ‘splainin’ to do,” Celina said in a thick accent. While she had no intention of spending her life worrying that her grandmothers could overhear any conversation between the walls, Celina also did not want to take on the task of telling Miranda and Isabella this was not going to happen. “You are in command for a reason. Should be a piece of cake for you to handle that for me right lover?”

Lt. Celina Rodriguez, CTO

Five minutes later, Jasmine walked into the reception. She and Max had had a few words about her attendance earlier. He knew she was going to try and get out of the reception claiming a medical emergency just as she knew he would claim some warp variance was out of whack and needed his attention. Nine months of marriage had taught them both a thing or two. In the end, they had rock, paper, scissored it to see who would show up and perpetuate the lie the other was busy. As if the God’s themselves were in on the ruse and after seven games ending in a tie, they both conceded to show. Maybe the Ministry of Harmony did have something with their probability and statistics section of the questionnaire. At times, like this, people might assume they were Betazoid with their uncanny knack for reading each other. Scanning the room she looked for the better half of the Wynter pairing and silently planned his funeral if he was not either in the restroom or for some reason hiding behind a ficus tree.

Lt. Jasmine Wynter, CMO

“What’s a beautiful woman like you doing turning up to an event like this alone?” Max said from just behind her, stepping up beside her and smiling with an unmistakeable mischief that told her he was up to no good. “What a gorgeous ring” he said, his eyes momentarily flicking to her wedding band and then up to hers for a moment, “if hes not careful, your husbands going to lose you among a crowd of suitors eager to please a woman who must be descended from the Egyptian goddess, let me get us a table and we can get to know each other better.” Still grinning, Max took Jasmines hand, and gave it a squeeze. Official pprocedure be dammed, they were married after all.

Lt Cmdr Wynter, CE

Creed, XO

“Yes it is and I am so glad to see you are here,” Jasmine smiled hearing his voice. “Part of me was worried you would have an emergency engine fluctuation,” she teased him. “It might have been better though if you had. I could’ve claimed I was coming to get you and we both would have gotten out of this.” Jasmine gave his hand a squeeze. While most of these dinner and receptions were quite dry it was nice to have Max around. It was a way to pass the time and they often had more fun than they liked to admit with a stolen wink from across the room or whispered word to make each other smile.

“At least the food looks good. Saves us from having to get something later,” she commented. “Should we get a drink and mingle?”

Lt. Jasmine Wynter, CMO

Balian absolutely hated being late, but a last minute message from Command had detained him for longer that he had expected. At least it seemed the dinner had not truly kicked off yet. Yet another thing that made the tall golden hair officer stand apart from most of his contemporaries was the fact that he did not despise formal dinners. He enjoyed them. He assumed that was a harkening back to the days when your finery said you were somebody. Captain’s wanted to be seen in the greatest light with the ribbons and swag, and other accoutrements of their offices. So when he entered the room it was with a casual ease that said nothing about the mess uniform and its accolades made him uncomfortable in the slightest. Balian nodded to the officers that he recognized, and helped himself to a Champagne flute from a tray as it passed, making his way towards his executive officer. Balian was glad the man had arrived and was showing the flag well so to speak.

Fleet Captain Balian Ibn Barazan, CO

Spying the CO and the XO off to one side, Max hooked his arm through Jasmines and steered them towards a table. “Lets steer clear of that group shall we” he said quietly with a smirk. “It’ll be exponetially harder to skip out if the chance comes if we get tied up with the bigwigs. Here we go” he pulled out the chair for Jasmine.

Lt Cmdr Wynter, CE

Creed, XO

“Silly rabbit I came prepared,” she grinned as she sat down in her seat. “I brought a little something something to help us sneak out if needed. The problem is you have to be the guinea pig,” she said raising a finger for the wait staff to bring over a drink.

“Again?” Max asked, grinning. “I thought I was the Guinea pig last time you had a crazy scheme, although I have to admit that one was rather fun. I’d definitely let you do that again Princess.”

“Moscato d’Asti and a bottle of beer,” she ordered for them and then turned her attention back to her husband. “So in medical school, we had to learn the basics of fixing tricorders. You know in case we didn’t marry a handsome chief engineer. Anyway, a guy named Ross showed us how to run a special subroutine where anyone you scan will show as having a headache.” This is when Jasmine opened her purse and gave him a glance inside. The contents held a lipstick, small bottle of perfume, brush, and a tricorder.

“Now now Mrs Wynter” Max said conspiratorially, “what have you got in there? That looks decidedly sneaky.”

“If it gets too dull you start rubbing your temples. I hit you up with this and then we sneak out with an iron clad excuse. Cheers,” she said hoding up her glass.

“You know I always knew you were the love of my life” Max said as he clinked his beer bottle against her glass. “Cheers gorgeous. Who ever would have thought that you and I would have ticked all the right boxes, literally.”

“See you are not the only engineer in the house,” she winked at him.

Lt. Jasmine Wynter, CMO

“I’m going to have to get you to start doing more around our quarters than just passing me tools to use” he teased her as he looked around at the guests. “Unless you had other reasons for watching me with my rear end sticking out of a wall panel.” He winked mischievously and took a swig of beer, then leaned over and kissed Jasmine on the neck lightly and gently, not worrying about the formal setting.

Lt Cmdr Max Wynter, CE

Creed, XO

“Why do you think I keep breaking things,” Jasmine winked back. “So did you get everything arranged for our trip. I am so excited about getting away with you. It has been almost a year without a honeymoon. I know it is not your fault but I do wish we could get a little time together. You did plan something fabulous right? Not some isolated cabin in the middle of no where. We have been on this sardine can for a year. I am ready to do something more than imagine on a holodeck.” Jasmine had no idea what Max had planned but she knew it would be action packed and non stop activities.

Lt. Jasmine Wynter CMO

OOC: Save my scroll finger. Don’t for get to SNIP.

Duckey

OOC Thanks all for keeping yourselves going.
IC: Commander QT Pie seemed to be marking off attendees on a padd and spoke briefly to the Commander of Event Horizon before introducing him to the group of Command Crews and Department Heads in attendance.

His gaze went from officer to officer, seemed to linger on the CMO and CE as well as the CSO and XO as he did so.

“Everyone, thank you for attending this dinner, it is my very great pleasure to welcome you all to the Delta Quadrant. We have made some friends here, we have made some enemies, and it is my very sincere hope that we make very many more friends and very many fewer enemies. The future of the Federation depends on what we do out here. So let us see that we make a good impression on the locals. Please sit. I had hoped this to be a joyous occasion, and for your crew to have some shore leave, Commander, but I’ve had news come to hand that is worrying and must needs put the Manhattan back in the field.”

“There is a Lurian who is a courier for us, he was on a mission bringing us supplies from the Alpha Quadrant when his ship came across a small ship of unknown origin fleeing. This ship was about the size of a Federation shuttlecraft and was being pursued by a Hirogen hunting vessel. The Hirogen fired on the unknown vessel and it reflected the beams back to the Hirogen vessel, damaging it. The crew of Nrom’s ship reported that the reflected light was blindingly bright momentarily. But that the Hirogen vessel then fired torpedoes at the unknown vessel and these seemed to damage it. Nrom’s vessel addressed the Hirogen vessel, advising them that a message of the encounter had been sent to Event Horizon station and that Federation starships would be sent to investigate. The Hirogen vessel limped away, but by this time, the Lurian’s courier vessel could no longer locate the unknown craft. Not having the capability to track the unknown vessel, the courier vessel sent the message to Event Horizon, and I increased ship patrols in the area, and then they returned here. Mr Nalonx (Talaxian) was on the courier vessel and would be of help to your mission, and of course Mr Tamio (Voth) will be along. Mr Nalonx had some interesting notes about the vessel. Mr Nalonx?”

“Ah yes, thank you,” Nalonx said, seeming to be nervous as he spoke,“Sirs, Madams, I have considered the ship we saw and I conferred with Wattorux, my wife and co-leader of the Talaxian colony here, for those who don’t know. Despite having lived here all my adult life, I have never seen one of those ships before. When I spoke with Wattorux she agreed with what I thought. In this sector of the Delta quadrant, and in other nearby sectors, there are stories of an ancient species of aliens called Alduritians with ships that were protected by highly reflective shielding that reflected particle weapon beams back to the ship that had just fired on them. The beams were reflected back on the propulsion systems and the weapon systems of the attacker. We thought they were just rumours, stories, myths, not based in fact. But, ladies and gentlemen, it seems the legends may be true, and if that is true, the rest of it may be true as well - part of the beliefs are that they were just biding their time, preparing for a great task that only they know about, and that when they return, the end for the sector will take place a mere 74 hours after. I don’t know about the rest of you, but I think we should do what we can do to ensure the sector remains intact.”

The station commander’s commbadge chirped. Then a voice sounded through it, =/\= Captain, there is a damaged Hirogen vessel demanding to be repaired, it’s captain claims it was attacked and damaged by a vessel of unknown origin. Do you want me to order it away? =/\=

=/\= No, chief, we need to keep in mind we are here to support the mission of the Federation and Starfleet, and this station has the express purpose to assist all vessels regardless of who the craft belongs to. Call them to come in to dock, and prepare for the repairs, and make sure you put a security detail on it as well, Station CO out =/\=

Next the station commanding officer looked to the executive officer of the USS Manhattan. He looked apologetic, “Commander, I know you and your crew have just returned from a mission, but can I get you to look into this, and deal with it for us? Seventy four hours does not give us long to deal with this. Mr Tamio and Mr Nalonx will travel with you, their local knowledge will assist in your efforts.

“I’m not going while Wattorux is here, injured,” Nalonx said.

“Take her with you then,” the commanding officer of the Delta Quadrant station Event Horizon, “you won’t mind, will you, Sirs?” He asked the Executive Officer of the USS Starship Manhattan.

  • Games Master Dark Tribble
    OOC: I have the belief that Jeremy would want us to keep going as well as we can.

The doors parted and a human male that appeared to be in his early thirties came through the door. He was tall with a slender build, black hair, and bright ice-blue eyes. Captain’s pips showed on the collar of his dress uniform, and a few rows of medals adorned his chest. As he walked in, he said with a slightly British - accented speech “Excuse me everyone,my apologies. I must intrude momentarily. Fleet Captain Ibn Barazan, a moment if I may, Sir?” The two officers conferred for a moment and then the younger Captain looked past him and said “Commander Creed, would you join us please?”

Cochrane, CO (Incoming)

Ardashir looked over at the two, then back at Celina. “Excuse me Celina, I am being summoned.” Jack said in his most subtle of Persian accents as he began to walk over and find the two. He wasn’t sure what was going on, this was most certainly a bizarre turn of events. He wasn’t sure who the new man was or why he was summing Ibn and himself.

Creed, XO

Celina nodded skipping any clever remark because her curiosity was peaked. A conference between Balian and Jack was normal. A conference between two captains and an XO was a bit more interesting.

Lt. Celina Creed CTO

As Creed approached, the Captain extended his hand. “Commander.” he said in the same low voice that he had shared with Barazan.

“I am Captain Alexander Cochrane. I’m afraid we all find ourselves in a bit of an odd situation. I’m not quite sure how to relay it either, except directly. Here.” he said and handed a PaDD to Creed. On it were two sets of orders from Star Fleet Command: one set for Ibn Barazan, one set for Cochrane.

Cochrane, CO (Incoming)

“Captain Barzan went to the Delta Quadrant colony research facility? I don’t understand what made Starfleet switch him out so soon.” Ardashir asked as he looked up at Alexander. “I’m sorry sir, just seemed so sudden. I know he was originally tasked with research just didn’t expect him to want to leave so soon. You are taking his position I take it is the second set of orders?”

Creed. XO

Cochrane chuckled softly and said “I don’t know what makes Starfleet do a lot of things, Commander. And you are spot on with the assumption. I just wanted you to see it for yourself. Now, I know this is going to be more than awkward for the crew, so I am going to need your help making the transition… and making it quickly. I know we are apparently short on time to do… whatever it is we are going to do.” and he took a breath. He was obviously a bit uneasy as he spoke, but his body language was one of confidence and calm professionalism. Either he possessed those qualities… or he was a fantastic faker.

“Well… okay. Anything else I should be aware of?” Jack asked, wondering what else he might have had his way.

“So. why don’t you and I try to make it through the next hour without throwing up in the nearest recycler, and then we can have a private chat and you can bring me up to speed. Let’s start with introducing me to our Department Heads and the station personnel present. I think the news of the Command change would sound better coming from their XO instead of a random guy walking in the door.”

“By all means, I can work on that for you sir.” Jack said looking past the Captain he did notice a the Event Horizon event seemed to be going along. “Seems we might be needed before that.”

Cochrane, CO

OOC: Correcting typo that caused me to be demoted.

The Commanding Officer of Event Horizon Station had heard rumours, but he didn’t put stock in rumours. In this case though, he may have to make an exception. It seemed to him that this rumour might indeed turn out to be true. He looked over at QT Pie and nodded briefly to her. She directed the wait staff with hand gestures and they delivered the next course with little fanfare, but an almost military like precision that would make the Klingon Junior Ballet Company with Bat’leth envious.

“The podium is yours, Commander, Captain,” he said to them after reaching their side, “and my Chief of Infectious Disease Management has gone down with some kind of stomach bug, Captain, and couldn’t join us this evening, the setting is still there if you would like to use it.”

  • GM

Creed, XO

Cochrane nodded and said “Thank you very much. I’d be honored.” and then he looked at Creed and leaned in close. “Why don’t you make the announcement, and then I’ll say a few words. We’ll keep it short, get through dinner, and then meet back on the Manhattan. Work for you, Commander?”

Cochrane, CO

Creed nodded as he took the stand. He wasn’t sure what to say if he was honest as he glanced over everyone. “I just wanted to take this moment to let everyone know that Captain Bailan will not be able to join us. He has been transferred to a post in a research colony as commander of that colony. With that said, Starfleet has sent his replacement. If you all would please give a warm welcome to Captain Cochrane.” Jack said as he looked over at the Captain nodding as he stepped aside.

Creed, XO


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