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Main Sim - Vuzavue System - 3 Days Later

Posted July 15, 2018, 2:24 a.m. by Lieutenant Junior Grade Tera Casey (Counselor) (Catt Bennett)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Wendell Vaughn (Chief Science Officer) in Main Sim - Vuzavue System - 3 Days Later

Posted by Commander Jade Jones (FIrst Officer) in Main Sim - Vuzavue System - 3 Days Later

Posted by CockRoach (GM) in Main Sim - Vuzavue System - 3 Days Later
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A moment later the screen switched to the comm channel, a Starfleet Commander ranked human man came up. He was in his late 50s or maybe early 60s. A pair of deep scars on his left side of face ran from the forehead down to his lower left shoulder blade. The wound looked like it had been done by some kind of pair of blades or claws sometime in the past. =/\= Greetings Captain Zoarhi, glad to see Command didn’t forget about our request for supply shipments. Feel free to begin beaming the cargo over to our cargo bays when you are ready. =/\= He said, something that the Memorial’s NE’s could easily do over the next half hour or so (OOC: aka dont worry bout rping it for sake of the sim..)

=/\= I can not speak for the colony probably on any offers of aide, you will have to talk to its Govenor, a man by the name of Achy Arnold. I should warn you he is a bit....temperamental and likes to shout a lot but if you can weather through that he is fairly nice once he calms down then. I am sure though that he might have some odd job or two if you press him hard enough for offering. As for us, if you have a spare security or tactical team that could come over and help us realign our phaser and shield emitters it would go a long way to saving my own crew from doing it so we can focus on a few critical experiments their talents would be better suited for..=/\= he said.

It could also be useful for Tralla to inquire with the Commander on any recent activity in the region given the last intel from reports of any trouble were 4 years old. So one could assume nothing bad was happening, but better safe then sorry.

Jozan entered the bridge at that moment as went over to his station. There wasn’t much going on in engineering at the moment so he had decided to come to the bridge, leaving Chief Stark in charge.

=^=”Understood Commander, I will send over my Chief Tactical Officer and someone to assist, as soon as we are in range for transport.”=^= She said, making a waving gesture to the off-screen Saren letting him know to go prepare, and to take one of the Security officers with him. =^=”Commander, It might be helpful to know about the general activity of this general area since the latest reports we were able to drag up were 4 years old. So what has been going on lately?”=^= she asked sitting there in her chair, and waiting for the commander’s reply. He might notice the piercing stare of her cybernetic eyes and the insanely bright vibrant emerald green that they were. Her antenna was now showing her curiosity, one perked upward while the other was bent inward. Meanwhile, she also gave a slight nod to the helm officer, letting them know to move them into position to the science station so that they could begin operations.

=/\= Well it’s known as The Little Bald Spot for a reason, there’s just nothing out here, which is nice for experiments requiring precise non-interference. But makes it hard to gather resources for refueling if say something goes wrong with your Deterium supplies, and need refueling. About 4 years ago as you said we had some Orions beating around the brush out here, but after a pair of cruisers came in for a bit they got arrested in some boarding actions. Since then its been pretty quiet. Occasionally we’ll send out our runabouts to do some scouting around, but its always the same nothing but empty space outside the system. Though our last run did pick up a quite large rogue comet heading this way! Simulations show its in no danger of hitting us or the colony, but when it comes closer into the system in another day or so, I’m sure the egg heads will be jumping at the bit to get up close scans and what have you. Beyond then mostly being left to ourselves the past 4 years with Starfleet and the Federation stretched thin we’ve mostly gotten an independent streak to us here. That said it’s good to see the flag still waving out here too now that you arrived..=/\= He said.

Tera was interested in the goings on of the last four years also, so she listened with interest and noted the Captain’s body language for future reference.

The Commander on screen’s body language seemed pretty normal and straight forward. He didn’t seem nervous or anything just relaxed, maybe even a touch bored really.

Jozan looked at the readouts on his station, then turned his attention to the conversation at hand.

Read outs of the Memorial’s status showed green across the board, same for the surrounding area as outlined above.

Hmm four years since the last contact, Wendell thought silently to himself. He started to make a list of things that the colony might like to get.The latest news. Updated technical information and holodeck entertainment programs came to mind. Maybe luxury items, like a few cases of nice brandy?

TShura stood near Wendell cataloging all the spatial bodies in the region, it was an interesting configuration and the extra asteroids near the third planet would certainly give the colony extra minerals and materials for a long time. While she tapped her console to direct the scans she listened with a half an ear to the Captain’s and Colony Commander’s conversation. She hoped that there would be a call to send down more of the crew, she would love to have a chance to see the colony. It was certainly a versatile colony race wise and it would be interesting to see how all these species got a long together.

Scans of the region for TShura outside hte system literally turned up nothing. As had been mentioned The Little Bald Spot was entirely empty of any sorta stellar radiation, signals, dust, particles etc. For some yet unknown reason hence why the science outpost was here.

=^=”Commander concerning that rogue comet, while our teams are attempting to help the colony, we would be more than happy to bring some of your station’s scientists aboard, and head off the comet for some investigation, if you would like. Also, I have a new shuttlecraft design, that might help alleviate the boredom, if you would like I could show you the Flying Angel and maybe put in a word to command to get you a couple of them!”=^= she said smiling, any chance she got to show off her baby she would take it.

The commander was about to reply when a NE came up with a PADD. =/\= Ah one moment Captain I need to sign this..=/\= he said reading over something on it.

While she waited for the commander to reply, she turned to the helm officer. “Helm…How long till we are in transporter range?” she asked simply.

ETA to transporter range of the main colony would be 2 minutes

Situated at her station, on the bridge, Kusinut watched between the officers upon it. She was slightly right from her station, her neck turned in order to allow her to see what was going on, as much as she could hear it. Keeping scans running continously, in case of impending danger that might sporadically pop up, she listened to what was going on. For her part of things, it seemed rather calm, allowing her to pay further attention to her surroundings as opposed to being hyperfocused upon a single task.

A milk run, somebody called this mission, Wendell thought. “Standard pre-approach scans don’t show anything unusual, Captain,’ he reported. “It’s a nice, quiet science outpost out on the fringe of known space. About 900 colonists.”

Tralla’s Antenna twitched with slight irritation as the Science officer inturupted the conversation she was having however she said nothing still waiting on the commanders reply

Jozan watched with interest between the captain the the officer. Although, having spent a lot of his youth on Andoria, he recognized the antenna twitch of annoyance, he guessed from Commander Vaughns interruption. Out of curiosity, he pulled up the data on the comet.

From their own databanks their was no info on said comet, but if they switched to long range scan they picked up the large comet almost 2km long by 1.2km wide. Scans showed it made up of iron, nickel, with minor signs of diamond and other crystalline deposits. More detailed scans would need to be done later or up close.

Finally finishing his reading of the PADD the Commander handed it back to the NE who left then. =/\= Sorry about that Captain, the science boys wanted my sign off for some experiment they’re running in the labs right now trying to synthesize some local plant chemical for purposes of a new drug or something they claim will ‘restore youth’. Bunch of hog wash if you ask me but I never was much of a science boy myself..=/\= He said with a chuckle.

=/\= As for your offer of a shuttle ride, again you’ll have to ask the Governor his science boys will be the one to handle the examination of the comet..=/\= He said. =/\= We’re also standing by then for your tactical chief and assistants to beam over to help us with our tactical and shield system realignments..=/\= He added

GM CockRoach

Jade watched the crew and looked between Tralla and Vaughn. She knew Tralla didn’t like being interrupted. However he knew that Vaughn probably didn’t mean to annoy the Captain.

Jade felt like something was wrong. After all why would a base commander not be interested in a potentially life changing experiment. Also she couldn’t help but feel like something else was off.

Cmdr Jones (XO)

Wendell noticed that the view screen was still on. He blushed a bit. Well, at least this time. he didn’t reveal some highly classified bit of top secret Starfleet intelligence reports. Still, he did tend to get absorbed in his work. Sometimes to the point of being aloof.

Lt Cmdr Wendell Vaughn
CSO

Tera had been watching the events as they unfolded and doing her best to observe body language.

Glancing at the XO, she raised and eyebrow slightly and shook her head. Some thing was off or, at least, awkward.

Tera, CNS


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