Posted Jan. 1, 2023, 6:39 p.m. by Gamemaster Wombat (co-Gamemaster) (Geoff Joosten)
Posted by Commander Brad Walker (Chief Of Staff/Second Officer) in Main Sim - USS Amazon - Ambassador’s Runabout
Posted by Gamemaster Mischief Maker (co-Gamemaster) in Main Sim - USS Amazon - Ambassador’s Runabout
Posted by Commander Dira Myqian (Executive Officer) in Main Sim - USS Amazon - Ambassador’s Runabout
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Su’en left the Ambassador and made his way to the front of the shuttle. With a plop he sat down next to the Star Fleet pilot and looked at him for a long time before speaking through the respirator. “How much longer, ensign?” he queried.“We are within hailing range down, sir. I was just about to notify you that we would be coming in in about 20 minutes, door to door,” the bright eyed man said with the cutting smile most pilots wear. Su’en found it annoying.
“Yes well, I’ll let her know. Bring us in and see that our quarters are ready. These respirators are heavy,” he bemoaned.
The ensign nodded as the assistant disappeared again, back to the passenger section. After a moment he pressed a button on the control panel, =/\= USS Amazon to USS Ogawa. We have your package. =/\=
GM Wombat
On the bridge, Dira rose from the centre seat. “Acknowledged Amazon. Arrange to beam the Ambassador and her contingent to Transporter Room 1 in ten minutes.” It was convenient, because VIP quarters were a deck up on Deck 2, close to her and Willow’s quarters. As much as they might not be looking forward to dealing with the predicted difficulties a VIP could bring with them, this situation was vastly different than your standard diplomatic or ferrying mission.
Dira leaned over the chair and touched the comm. =/\=Captain Taylor and Commander Walker to Transporter Room One.=/\=
=/\=Acknowledged,=/\= Brad replied.
She nodded to the conn. “Lieutenant Klein, you have the Bridge.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” Klein replied.
Dira left the bridge and arrived at Transporter Room One.
Commander Myqian, XO
Salin floated from the back of the runabout to where everyone would be gathering. Several days on the small but truthfully comfortable vessel and she was ready to be able to roam corridors. She was looking forward to not being in the same small areas with the same people and having some actually privacy here and there, even if it was feigned. After all, what Ambassador ever truly had privacy?
She carried a bag which she set at her feet and stood on the pad thing that would materialize her on the ship she was most looking forward to seeing. Ever since she had seen that documentary, she had known that this ship, these people, were the key. “I am ready,” Mero said.
~Mischief Maker
Brad sidled up to Dira’s side in the transporter room a couple minutes after the comm call.
“Oh good, I’m not late,” he said half-seriously. His office was only a deck lower, after all.
Cmdr. Dr. Brad Walker
Chief of Staff
Su’en had his own bag ready to go and got on the transporter pad with Salin. A hand touched his temple and he rubbed it to relieve pressure, this whole trip would be stressful he knew. It wasn’t that the Ambassador was high maintenance, though she was, he actually liked her and her company. It was just she could be more fussy than he liked to deal with. Wasn’t that his job though? To keep her happy and deal with the fussiness of it all. Normalize relations and all of that. Perhaps one day he would be ambassador, but given his age, that was becoming increasingly unlikely itself.
No, for now he would have to keep Salin happy and wear a smile doing it. One day the headaches, literal and figurative, would stop. It just wouldn’t be today.
As the pair settled in on the transporter pad, the flyboy ensign winked at Salin and flashed a cheeky grin. “Enjoy your stay. You will have to tell me if what they say about their Chief Engineer is true,” he jested before pushing up the slider and watching as the shimmering light took them away to the Ogawa.
Once they were safely away he commed the hospital ship again: =/\= Amazon to Ogawa, package delivered. We’ll be back to retrieve it when told to do so.=/\=
GM Wombat
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