Posted by Lieutenant Faye Calloway (Mission Specialist) in Pre Sim - Shuttlebay - All Hands, Fall in! (For All Crew)

Posted by Ensign Kiama Naim (Scientist) in Pre Sim - Shuttlebay - All Hands, Fall in! (For All Crew)

Posted by Captain Alexander Cochrane (Commanding Officer) in Pre Sim - Shuttlebay - All Hands, Fall in! (For All Crew)
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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

Still standing towards the back of the room, the Betazoid scientist payed close attention to everyone around her and noticed quite a variety of emotions, which wasn’t surprising at all. In fact, she herself felt a mix of apprehension, curiosity and excitement. What would the Graveniles be like? How could they modify their own science equipment in a way that would fit the parametres given by the Captain and yet still do all they needed them to do? These and many more questions raced through her mind as she watched her fellow officers and looked for her department head. For as the Captain had pointed out, she would be the person Kiama needed to talk to, so they could work all that out with the rest of the department.

~Ensign Naim, Scientist

While others might think this assign weird or boring, Faye couldn’t help but grin. This was exactly the sort of life she had lived while growing up. Her role was a bit awkward on the ship though, so she figured she’d need to check in with the XO at the first opportunity. Spinning on the ball of her foot, she made a quick exit, her mind spinning slightly about the exact kind of society they would encounter. She also knew that her expertise would be needed . It was time to brush up on very old computer tech.

~Faye Calloway, Data Specialist

“Yes, cause we are all-conquering barbarians with our technology, it’s all the technologies fault,” Max muttered to Celina and Jasmine specifically. “How the heck are we supposed to do more with the technology they have than they can do with the technology they have?” Max turned to the women, his Grumpy-Engineer-At-Stupid shifting into gear. “If they make me bang something for an hour when I could wave a stick at it and do it in 10 seconds, so help me,” then he grinned and looked at Jasmine. “Speaking of banging things, lunch later sounds great. Shall we head to the conference room and find out the details?” He patted Jasmine on the hip and motioned for the two women to move on ahead of him.

Lt Cmdr Max Wynter, CE