Posted by Captain Mathias McGarrett (CO) in Operations - Main Sim

Posted by Gamemaster Mr. Snuggles (Gamemaster) in Operations - Main Sim

Posted by Captain Mathias McGarrett (CO) in Operations - Main Sim
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=^=SIckbay to the Captain. Sir we may have a situation here in Sickbay, I am requesting a small security team be deployed down here.=^= She said =^=I’ll get a report to you as soon as I have something definitive.=^=

CMO

=^= Understood, Doctor. I’ll have a security team sent down immediately. =^= Mathias turned and looked over his shoulder towards the tactical station. If only he managed to dial in some catchy phrase that meant “do it” it would be the perfect opportunity to use it. He would have to give that more thought sometime when it wasn’t in the middle of a crisis. Instead he simply nodded figuring that would suffice to convey his wishes.

Captain Mathias McGarrett, CO

Bump for security.

“Lt. Demakis is en route now with a team sir,” NE Fodder spoke from the tactical console.

~Demakis in a Fodder Suit~

“Excellent,” said Mathias. He looked away and then turned back after thinking something over briefly. “So Ensign, I’ve always wondered. What kind of last name is Fodder? Sounds British to me.”

Captain Mathias McGarrett, CO

“It is a British name I believe sir,” the young Ensign replied, “My grandad was born in Liverpool. We suspect that’s where the name originated, but we aren’t entirely sure.”

~Demakis in a Fodder Suit~

“Oh, Liverpool. That city sounds familiar. Wasn’t there some ancient band from there or something?” asked Mathias. His memory was quite good, but that was all that he was coming up with.

“Yeah I believe you are right sir,” Fodder nodded.

=^=Captain we need to get the records of the ship from this specific point in time forward.=^= She said =^=We have a problem with some of the records not matching.=^=

CMO

=^= Acknowledged, Doctor. We’ll look into it for you. McGarrett out. =^=

Turning towards Fodder, Mathais said, “Ensign, hail the medical ship.”

Captain Mathias McGarrett, CO

“Aye sir, hailing frequencies open,” Fodder nodded.

Mathias stood and took a step towards the viewer in case they replied with visual communication. =^= Captain, this is Captain McGarrett of Outpost 42. Our medical staff is in need of your recent medical records. =^=

Captain Mathias McGarrett, CO

~Demakis in a Fodder Suit~

=^=Sickbay to Engineering. We don’t have power. Get secondary power up and going now please!=^=

CMO

“That’s impossible, there’s three separate backup relays to prevent that from happening,” said the Operations ensign on duty. =^= This is NE Ted Flabbergas. I’m going to attempt to reroute power from secondary systems. =^=

NE Flabbergas, Operations

Mathias wanted to let out a chuckle, but held himself back. “Ensign, you’ll see a lot less possible things than that if you stay in Starfleet long enough. You can divert power from the recreational systems if you need it.”

“Understood, Captain.” NE Flabbergas muttered a few things to himself before tapping his communicator. =^= Flabbergas to Infirmary. Rerouting power from secondary systems now. You should be back to full power momentarily. =^=

Captain Mathias McGarrett, CO
NE Flabbergas, Operations

=/\=Operations we just lost power for a minute here in the science labs. Status?=/\=

After hearing the first officer’s voice, Mathias asked NE Flabbergas, “Well?” He responded frantically clicking on various buttons in front of him. “Sir, I, I just have no idea what is going on. Or why. I’ll continue seemingly randomly hitting buttons until this terminal gives me some helpful information.” The young ensign seemed quite distraught and flustered.

Mathias sighed and tapped his combadge. =^= McGarrett here. We’re looking into it Commander. =^=

Captain Mathias McGarrett, CO
NE Flabbergas, Operations

OOC: Bump for GM. ~Adam

A playful but also slightly sultry voice seemingly appeared out of thin air seemingly directed at Flabbergas, “Could it mean that there is nothing to find?” The source of the voice was revealed to be a blond haired seemingly betazoid woman in a victorian-era dress sitting on one of the railings of operations. Clicking closed the fan covering her mouth, she gave a mischievous smile. “Or perhaps someone is preventing the results from showing?”

Mr. Snuggles (GM)

NE Flabbergas turned around and was utterly stunned by the sudden appearance of the oddly dressed woman. “Uh, I guess,” he finally said once he found the words.

Mathias walked closer to her, keeping his composure like this was a regular occurrence that happened every week at the same time of day. He then addressed the woman, “Ma’am, perhaps you have some insight that you can share with us.”

Captain Mathias McGarrett, CO
NE Flabbergas, Operations

The woman delicately put a gloved finger on her lip. “Perhaps, though I’m not too sure if I am the type of being who would share it with you yet.” She looked the Captain up and down before giving a predatory grin. “Although I suppose that such an interesting specimen as yourself deserves a little hint. Things seem normal now, but that says nothing about the future.”

Mr. Snuggles (GM)

Before Mathais had a chance to figure out exactly how to reply, a communication came in.

A Liberty-class Runabout dropped out of warp just outside the Outposts mid perimeter. It immediately sent it’s transfer records and set course for the station on one-half impulse. It contained five lifesigns, three human, one Andorian and one Tellarite. The records they sent over were the expected transfer requests for one Baldur Bragason the incoming Strategic Operations Officer out of Starbase 234. The new arrivals seemed entirely unaware of any situation on the Outpost. It sent an open hail request directed at Ops =^=Outpost 42 Operations, this is Runabout Volga coming from Starbase 234, requesting permission to Transport Lieutenant Commander Bragason and some belongings straight over, The runabout has a previous, time-sensitive, obligation it needs to meet.=^= His deep voice formal yet pleasant.=^=

Lt Commander Bragason - SOO

Mathias shook his head and shrugged. =^= Outpost 42 here. Permission granted and have Commander Bragason report to Ops immediately upon arriving. Outpost 42 out. =^=

Mathias turned his attention back toward the fancily dressed woman. “Well, it’s been a while since anyone called me an interesting speciman. I take it you know something about the future that I don’t. Who are you?” he asked.

Captain Mathias McGarrett, CO

Giving a slight shrug the woman leaned back and looked towards the ceiling while kicking her legs. “I’m not quite sure yet. I don’t even have a name if you can believe it. Part of me wants to be quite the troublemaker, while another doesn’t want that, as it may prevent me from enjoying all that life has to offer. All I do know for sure is that I like you Captain, perhaps afterwards we can go on a… a…” A small pout appeared on her face. “Well that’s a shame, I can’t seem to remember what it was.” A pocket watch was suddenly dangling between her fingers, the hands turning in opposite directions faster than usual. “It seems that seems haven’t quite settled yet.” Glancing over towards the closest console, she raised an eyebrow. “However, I would recommend taking care of those Romulan’s sooner rather than later. It seems as though they are not in the mood for a chat.”

Mr. Snuggles (GM)

“Romulans?” asked Mathias, who quickly snapped his thoughts away from the amusing notion of going on a date with this woman. Oh the fun he could have by surprising his mother by bringing her to her coffee shop. But his focus now turned to the console she was viewing.

Captain Mathias McGarrett, CO

Baldur had rematerialized in Transporter room 3. He made his way directly to the nearest turbolift PaDD in hand. He had sent his hand luggage with his other luggage seeing as he was asked to arrive directly to Ops. The trip from deck 14 to deck 2 wasn’t a long one so he arrived only a few minutes after his original communique. He took a step in and looked around. The first thing that caught his attention was a strange woman in a dress sitting on a railing. Baldur moved next to the Officer he recognized as the Captain of this Station, a tall man in his early thirties. “Captain McGarret, Lieutenant Commander Bragason reporting for duty.” He said in his deep bass, not looking away from the strange woman he didn’t think was supposed to be there. He took a step next to the Captain, considered raising his PaDD to full view but decided not to. There was something going on, his transfer orders and a note from Admiral Curchev, his old CO on Starbase 234 could wait.

SOO