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Main Sim: Docking and Talking

Posted April 12, 2021, 9 p.m. by Lieutenant Bethany Kovra Gadi (Counselor) (Jennifer Ward)

Posted by Gamemaster Alias Smith N. Jones, Esq. (GMT) in Main Sim: Docking and Talking

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Issac Forgrave (Chief of Security) in Main Sim: Docking and Talking

The Dresden was floating in space outside the alien vessel. Thrusters kept the ship locked in position as the umbilical docking array slowly accordioned it’s way across the chasm of empty space between the two ships. After a few minutes, it reached the triangular hatch in the alien ship and the modified docking clamps locked the two ships together. Sensors indicated a solid fit… the work the two Ensigns had done was spot on. As the green lights filled the passage between ships indicating the atmosphere was in place and safe; the hatch on the other side slowly spiraled open from the center and an orangish-yellow light could be seen inside.

GMT

Forgrave’s eyes narrowed instinctively against the light, and he adjusted his stance to be slightly perpendicular to the hatch; ready to fight or run as required. With nothing immediately forthcoming; he glanced at his fellows, both gauging their reactions and looking for input or comment.

-Forgrave, CoS

OOC: Cross posting
IC:
As she walked with large strides away from the Bridge, she tapped her commbadge. =/\= Holloway to Gadi and Janvier. I need you both at the docking port to greet our guests. =/\=

Bethany looked up from her desk, where she was acting as a press secretary for the ship at the moment, before tapping her combadge =^=On my way captain.=^= She scooped Luna up and placed her in her cage, she had plenty of food and water and would be safe there. She exited her office and headed toward the docking port. She arrived and took note of the security and eyed Forgrave. She didn’t walk up to him, but rather stayed out of the way of the security team. Yes Bethany was intel, but she wasn’t that kind of intel officer. She had basic hand to hand training, more than a normal Star Fleet officer, and risk assessment, and could identify several plans of egress if needed, but her specialty, if it could be called that, was observing people and behaviors. She wasn’t really sure what was going on, and she had no intention of making the fatal error of being in the way. She nodded to Forgrave, hoping for some indication of why they were all there. Other than the obvious - they were docked with someone and they were on the other side of the hatch.
Lt Gadi, CNS

Holloway arrived a few seconds after Gadi. Nodding to Forgrave, Molly turned to the Counselor. “Thank you for joining us, Lieutenant. As I’m sure you’ve heard, we’ve made contact with beings of an alien species that seem to have been caught in the middle of the anomaly affecting Julian Echo station. There’s no way to dock at the station at present time without being caught in it ourselves… so we are docking with the alien vessel to try and help them get free from it, and hopefully, as we do so, we will be able to restore the station to its normal condition. They speak in melodic tones, and their language is unlike anything I’ve ever seen… but we seem to have established some sort of rudimentary communication…” She was hoping her short summary would bring Gadi up to speed. As she spoke, Molly glanced at Forgrave, encouraging him to add any details he deemed fit.

Bethany nodded, feeling more lost than she had before. Melodic tones? Did that mean they sang? Did the sound rhyme and have rhythm and tone and meter or just sang? So many questions, but too late to ask…

As the crew began to gather, music could be heard coming from the open hatch. Suddenly, a flying metallic object shot through the opening and hovered just on the other side. It was a sphere and had a dark, horizontal ring around the middle. A red light slowly circled the object inside the ring for a moment and then seemed to pause in the direction of the closest Dresden crew. It hovered silently for a moment and then a multitude of appendages erupted from the top. Metallic arms ending in blades, small saws, pinchers, and a drill were visible… as was one ending in what looked like a beam weapon of some kind.

GMT

Molly’s brow furrowed as the flying object came into view, and she glanced around for someone with a tricorder or something that could give them more information on the sphere.

As the arms extended from the object, Holloway’s hand slowly made its way to the trusty pistol she always carried concealed on her uniform. This was a first contact mission, and she hadn’t brought a phaser with her, as that could be seen as potentially threatening to their new guests. Which was why there were security officers in the group.

Holloway glanced at Forgrave for a moment, before training her eyes on the object. Could it be some sort of recon scanner? Although why the amount of weaponry? If positions were reversed and the Dresden was the one being helped by unknown beings with whom they could barely communicate, they would also be hesitant in trusting their rescuers, no matter how willing to help they seemed. Maybe they should give them the benefit of the doubt.

Silently, she watched the object’s next move. No matter what, they didn’t want to be the first to make the an aggressive move.

Holloway, CO

Bethany didn’t move but she was ready to. She cursed silently wishing she’d been requested to the bridge to observe but hind sight and all that. She watched the sphere, her peripheral vision on Forgrave, Harris, and the other security officers. She tried, with her empathy, to detect the emotions of those on the other side of the docking tunnel. She didn’t have much hope of getting anything, she wasn’t a strong empathy and had no telepathy at all. But if the feeling was focused and strong enough she might. Was it fear, aggression, greed, friendliness? But she’d much rather see someone than rely on her shoddy and unreliable Betazoid heritage. Personally she felt the sphere hanging in the air was quite clear, they were aggressive or fearful.
Lt Gadi, CNS

Forgrave was visibly tense at the appearance of the strange orb; actively fighting the urge to do something; trying to convince himself to be patient. If they wanted us dead.... Well, we wouldn’t even know it. But still, what is that thing? Looks like some kind ‘a sensor, but… equipped for what? Maybe… Issac carefully moved forward, eyes searching for any aggressive movement from the probe; peering at the various instruments on display. I reckon it could be a surgical suite… With slow, deliberate movements, a hand went to his hip, going for the tricorder on his left instead of the phaser on the right. His other hand waved his companions back; he felt that hostility was less likely than caution, but he didn’t want to take too many chances.

Forgrave, CoS

The drone mirrored Forgrave’s movements until they were ten feet apart. I hung silently in the air, the arms focused on him…

And then the beam fired.

A bright green light hit Forgrave right between the eyes, and the Security Chief hit the deck hard; like a tree toppled in a single swing of an age. Immediately, the drone retreated into the confines of the alien vessel.

GMT

Bethany grabbed for a phaser that she didn’t have. Gah! What would T’Jal make of that. She ducked, expecting the security and marines to return fire, trying to half catch the security chief before he fell, but was a second behind. She knelt next to Forgrave reaching for his wrist to check his pulse, looking around for Janvier to make sure the doctor could get to Forgrave. She had no idea if it was safe to move him physically or with emergency transport or not. She checked his breathing and then his neck and head for injury, eyeing the spot where he got shot. If Forgrave had reservations about alien species before, he was really going to hate them all now.
Lt Gadi, CNS


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