Posted by Lieutenant Jasmine Wynter (Chief Medical Officer) in Pre Sim - Shuttlebay - All Hands, Fall in! (For All Crew)

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The Captain’s voice cut through the comms in all spaces of the Manhattan. =/\= Attention, All Personnel. Fall in to formation in Shuttlebay One-A in thirty minutes. I repeat, all hands fall into formation in Shuttlebay One-A in thirty minutes. Department Heads, ensure all personnel are present from your sections. Only Operational Essential personnel are excused. =/\=

Cochrane, CO

One of the newest arrivals on the Manhattan, Ensign Kiama Naim, was in her quarters unpacking her belongings when the Captain’s voice came through the ship-wide intercom. After carefully putting down an ancient looking, leather-bound book, the young scientist headed towards the doors and then the Shuttle Bay She was, of course, aware that it shouldn’t take her half an hour to get there, but she could use the time to have another look around the ship while she made her way down there.

After getting lost in her own imagination more than once and thereby losing track of time, Kiama arrived at the Shuttle Bay with only five minutes to spare. Stepping through the huge doors, she looked around to see who else was already present.

~Ensign Naim, Scientist

Code scrolled up her screen and Faye watched it intently, as she had for the past four hours. She needed a break, desperately, but after the issues in the jefferies tube, she was trying to get everything back on track. Her voice processing the ship-wide comm and she glanced at her desk, then her screen, her desk, back at her screen. Good Timing, Cochrane, she mused to herself.

Pushing back her chair, Calloway stretched, pushed herself to her feet and checked that her uniform didn’t look terrible. It was more than passable. Tightening the elastic that held her dark brown hair in a ponytail, she left her little buble-world of code and data equipment.

A few minutes later, Faye stepped into the shuttlebay, curious what the Captain had called everyone for. It sounded like a big deal, but she loathed large group functions. She could only hope this one didn’t give her an anxiety attack, like so many others before.

~Faye Calloway, Data Scientist

Logan headed to the shuttlebay at a brisk walk. He didn’t know why the Skipper was calling all hands. Was there some new mission that they were assigned to?

CoS

Since she wasn’t essential personnel, currently, the Diplomatic Officer made her way to the bay shortly after the announcement. Arriving with several others, she hung back by the door. Vorraye was wearing her usual civilian attire today, not having been called into a formal meeting in quite some time. She crossed her arms and leaned nonchalantly against the wall looking bored.

But her eyes watched, and her ears listened. Anyone trained in security or Intel would see her shifting and know she was anything but absent bored.

Vorraye “Ray” Anders
Diplomatic Attache

Max’s head came up from the PaDD he had been scrutinizing as the voice faded from the inter-comm and he grunted. Shuttlebay One-A. He frowned for a moment and considered if that glitch in the grav plating in the shuttle bay had been fixed or if it was on the repair list for tomorrow.

If it hadn’t been repaired, he smirked, they might all be either floating at attention if it decided to glitch with most of the crew in the bay, or alternately they might all be stuck at attention and stuck to the floor. Sliding the PaDD across the desk to the Engineering JO that had brought the report he nodded then turned away, hanging his tool belt over the back of his chair and heading out the door. As he exited Main Engineering he tapped his badge.

=/\= Jaz, it’s Max. Hear that muster call? I’ll meet you in the shuttle bay. =/\=

Minutes later and he stepped into the shuttle bay as well, although he clearly paused a moment and looked through the doors to see if there were floating people or people flattened against the deck plates. Satisfied there weren’t, he stepped through.

Lt Cmdr Wynter, CE

Jasmine was having a good day. One of those days where you woke up with a spring in your step for no reason in particular. Sickbay had been quiet, the coffee tasted better for some reason, and the medical supplies had all been put away so Cochrane’s call was almost like a field trip. Leaving Yvonne in charge, Jasmine headed for the shuttle bay. As she hit the button on the turbo, Jasmine’s face spread into a lazy secretive smile. Maybe the reason today was so good was that Max had helped her arrange the supply 717 medical closet. Maybe that would be his new side job.

Entering the shuttle bay, she saw her target. A handsome, blonde-haired man that did not seem like he was as excited as her to drop everything and report to the shuttle bay. Deciding Max needed a more interesting way to say ‘hey baby I am here’, Jasmine forwent the normal greeting most officers shared with another opting for the sneak up route. Everyone might have seen her coming up behind the chief engineer who was leaning against a set of crates but only one person knew her plan of attack.

Celina could see Jasmine and knew exactly what she was going to try to do. Men typically hated the jump scare hell but women loved it. Half the time it didn’t work but the other half gave the woman a gotcha win over the guy. “So Max,” Celina shifted her position on the other side of the crates they were leaning against, “I heard you had a little replicator issue,” she asked casually. The question was not as casual as it seemed. Jasmine and Celina chatted like teen girls at night so whatever was going on the other knew about. Still, Max seemed to be definitely absorbed in some thought and only half-listening to her.

Lt. Celina Rodriguez CTO

Max narrowed his eyes, he was sure that whatever story Jasmine had told Celina, that it had been embellished to his detriment at the very least. “What replicator issue do you mean?” He asked, and he wasn’t being coy. There had been more than one that he had relayed his thoughts to Jasmine about, unless she had told Celina about the Pulakoo incident....

Coming up from behind Max, Jasmine reached around and tickled his sides as she whispered, “come here often handsome.”

Lt. Jasmine Wynter CMO

Raye saw the exchange of the small group and smiled. They weren’t the only cluster smiling and teasing one another and it made her happy to see such familiarity and fun amongst the crew.

Raye
Diplomat

Max was ticklish in the wrong places, and Jasmine knew those places and how to get a reaction. Max could only stand up straight and push his shoulders back as her hands sought those exact spots, bite his lip and force himself not to yelp like a smacked puppy with the shuttle bay full of people. It only took a second, but for that second he was paralyzed until he was able to twist around and face her, then he looked at Celina accusingly. “You so knew she was going to do that,” Max grinned, but it was because it now meant he had two paybacks to dish out.

Max slipped his arm around Jasmines waist for a moment, letting the familiarity of their bond linger for as long as he could before this gathering started. “I don’t come here enough,” he whispered in Jasmines ear, “maybe we should start going for walks to get out of our quarters now and then.” Looking between both of the women however his eyes narrowed warningly. “You both know that now, I am obliged to get payback on you both, right? Fair warning ladies, fair warning. I am nothing if not a gentleman.”

Lt Cmdr Wynter, CE

“Bring it,” Jasmine said with a wink and then followed up with, “hey I have to work on the medical supply cabinet today so if you want to do lunch hit me up there?” Jasmine kept her eyes forward not looking at either her husband or best friend. This new teenage love thing was doing a lot for her and it was not like Max wasn’t reaping the rewards too. All she could think about was spending time with Max. “Or maybe just bring me something,” she added as an afterthought. “It might work better if I don’t have to stop what I am doing so maybe we brown back it?”

Cochrane had better arrive soon. Jasmine’s mind was anywhere but the shuttle bay so she hoped it wasn’t going to be something serious the captain needed to tell them about.

Lt Jasmine Wynter CMO

At that moment the Captain’s voice cut through the murmuring of voices and various discussions. From up above on a catwalk, he spoke loud enough to be heard by the crew throughout the bay. “Your attention please, ladies and gentlemen. I want to start by apologizing for the surprise muster, but I thought it prudent to deliver the parameters of our new assignment in person. We have received an official request for aid from a planet a few days travel from here. They are a pre-warp civilization who call themselves Graveniles. Yes, I know the Prime Directive is specific that we do not interfere in the development of less technologically advanced cultures. But there is a… well… catch to this. The Graveniles used to be warp capable. In fact, they were warp capable long before human beings. They specifically chose to regress their culture back to pre-warp technology as they felt their capabilities for destruction outweighed their ability to pursue more… socially advantageous… pursuits. So, over the past few generations, they have willfully and knowingly regressed technologically in order to facilitate a more peaceful existence. We will be helping them with some simple infrastructure improvements - water purification, foundation stabilizing, environmental impact surveys and the like - as well as discussing the possibility of allowing both an embassy and an enclave of Federation interests.”

“I know it is not within the norm to discuss the parameters of a mission in such a fashion. But this is not your normal mission. We have to be cognizant of their beliefs and their desire to not increase their technological base. So, with that in mind, I am going to task each section to design and fabricate all the tools and materials they will need with the condition that is not to exceed the technological advancement of Twentieth and twenty first century Earth. Communications, scientific equipment, engineering equipment, security… none of it to exceed the tech level just stated.”

He paused and waited for a moment as he heard slight mumbling and quizzical glances. “If you have questions - ” he cut in, not wanting it to cascade into outright chaos, ” - please contact your Department Head. They will have more information for you later today. We depart in seventy two hours. Department Heads and XO to the Conference room, please. Dismissed, everyone.” and he turned and walked down the catwalk to the door, and made his way to the DH meeting.

Cochrane, CO