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Main SIM: Captain's Yacht. Tag Everyone

Posted May 14, 2022, 11:29 p.m. by Captain Chris Taggart (Captain) (Travis Good)

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It was the next morning and Chris was up early cleaning the mess the Major made last night and cooking breakfast for a bunch of people. “Good thing I stocked up before.” He muttered while cooking some sausage, grits, eggs of all serving types, i.e. scrambled, over easy etc.., bacon, pancakes, French toast, coffee, tea, toast. He put butter and apricot, apple, pear and blackberry jam out as well on the big dining room table.

Looking around he wiped his forehead with his towel. “I’m sure glad I bought this. The crew better get used to it since it will be my home when I retire.....if I live that long. Hmm. I better update my will to give someone this boat for when I pass away. Who??????” Rubbing his chin he smiled. “I better go do that right now before I forget.” Leaving the dining room he went into a office and called his lawyer and told him to update his Will to include the 180 foot yacht to Umbri. “That’s done. Time to go cook some more.” While he raised up and went back to the kitchen humming.

Captain Chris Taggart CO

Umbri woke up the next morning not feeling very rested. They didn’t sleep much the night before because of everything that had happened. What would this mission entail? Would they even make it out alive? These were only two questions going through Umbri’s head as they walked upstairs, following the smell of food and coffee. “Morning, Captain. Food smells good. And that coffee is calling my name,” they said.

Lieutenant (j.g.) Umbri Zayne, Weapons Officer

“Morning all! Help yourself to whatever you want. You still look tired though.” As he poured Umbri a cup of coffee. “And we’re on vacation and soon to be on the other side of the law, so just call me Chris, ok.” He smiled and went back to turn the oven off when he noticed someone outside. “What in Tarnation?”

Outside the quay, Kastarak stood, looking at the ship anchored there. It had taken him a good forty minutes to find the captain’s yacht, but here it was. He was early – he had given himself an hour to find the ship, knowing the harbour was difficult to navigate, with ships looking similar to one another.

There was a gangway leading onto the ship, but Kastarak was unsure whether to go there. He was not sure he was even supposed to be here, but he had received the order, even if he thought he might have received it in error.

Like Shravyk, his roommate in Star Fleet Academy, would say, “better safe than sorry”.

Suddenly, he saw a figure moving on upper deck. He tried to make himself seen by whoever it was, signifying his presence, and hoping he would receive an invitation to come onboard in line with the message or a direction that he ought to go elsewhere.

– Ensign Kastarak (doctor)

Chris finally recognized the Kastarak and waved him up to come in. Turning around to Umbri, “Kastarak is here.”

Chris

Kastarak hurried onboard and saw the giant breakfast table ready for them all.

“Good morning, captain, lieutenant. Thank you for the invitation.”

He was not sure why he had been invited, but this was the first time the captain had asked him to a social gathering. It snip

T’Aria combed through the vessels anchored at the Suraya Bay Harbour for the one named Nave. Though she navigated the labyrinth with considerable ease, she struggled to keep her gaze from bouncing between bobbing ships like a frazzled pinball. She rubbed the back of her neck and pressed on.

Happening upon a fork in the dock, she delayed and considered both paths. To the right were sailboats of meagre, industrial stature that spoke tales of long nights, harvesting and exploring. She doubted they received much business in Risa’s current economic climate. To the left were yachts of all dimensions and luxury, beckoning those who enjoy the sea as a pastime to climb aboard. T’Aria considered Taggart a dapper man fond of extravagance and pleasure, so it was not difficult to choose a path. Turning, she entered the next stage of her search.

T’Aria wandered for half an hour before the SS Nave emerged from behind an ampler craft. She hesitated briefly before stepping onto the passageway and venturing into the ship. Sensing chatter emanating from down the corridor, she followed it until she emerged into a dining area. “Good morning,” she greeted and moved to pour herself a cup of tea in anticipation of the others.

— T’Aria, XO

As Lovejoy just got to the captain’s Yacht, she said “Sorry for the tardiness. I didn’t know that we were meeting here today. So what did I miss?” She said to everyone. As she looked a little confused as all get out.

Chief Engineer Lovejoy.

“Nothing yet, ma’am,” said Kastarak as Lovejoy entered. “We have not yet started”, and signalled to her that an empty seat was available next to him.

– Dr/Cns/Ens Kastarak

“Thank you. I’m guessing waiting for me?” She asked as she sat down to Kastarak.

Chief Engineer Lovejoy

Chris came over. “Yes and some others. Everything will be made clear shortly. Make yourselves comfortable.” He said to everyone. “I’ll be back in one hour and then I’ll tell you all why you’re here. Ok.”

OOC: Just missing the CMO so I’m moving the story forward and he’s with us.

IC: Chris went up to the control room and started the yacht. After pulling away from the dock and out of the channel he plotted a course to the middle of no where in the ocean so no one would hear.

After getting to that spot he anchored and shut the ship off and went back to them all.
“Greetings all. As you can see there isn’t much of you all here and a handful of NE’s. So I’ll get to the point. The reason why you are all here is because I can trust you all without exception. What I’m going to tell you is very classified. If you do not want part of it then go out onto the upper deck while the rest of us talk. At the end of the conversation if you feel you don’t want part of it, then that is perfectly fine. No one will hold it against you.”

“We have been talked to rescue an Admirals daughter that has been abducted by the Klingons. We have to go to Qo’noS to do it and do it without the aid of the Chernov. This is not sanctioned so we will be mercenaries and if we get caught Everything you’ve worked for your whole life will be gone in a flash. There will be no backup from the Federation or anyone. Any questions so far?” He raised a coffee cup and drank some while meeting everyones gaze.

Chris

“Would it be logical to assume that the Admiral’s daughter has been subjected to torture for information Captain?” Symar was still keeping up the pretense of being fully Vulcan, other than with Commander T’Aria. Keeping to logic and binary thought patterns could be.... tedious at times, but his safety within the Federation, as well as the safety of the Chernov‘s crew was paramount.

-Lieutenant Symar: Chief Medical Officer-

“No it wouldn’t be logical. I hope that I’ve at least instilled in you all to no assume anything. That is what gets you killed or others killed. Plan for things and plan for things that you think will or might have happened, but never assume. Given how the Klingons operate, it might be a good assumption, but please don’t ever think that.”

Had Kastarak’s chief medical officer taken leave of his logical senses? What was up with Symar? He was acting more and more strange lately, almost like a Vulcan struggling with the early stages of pon farr, but trying to hide it? Surely it wasn’t Symar’s time yet? Kastarak was confused, but something was definitely off with Symar. Kastarak wondered if he would get the chance to discuss it with him.

Suddenly, Kastarak found himself remembering a school play he watched in San Francisco. His supervisor, Dr Valkeapää, had a daughter in junior high school whose class set up a play around the events of the official human–Vulcan first contact. The daughter had invited Kastarak to join for the performance, and Kastarak had understood it was dishonourable of an invitee to decline an invitation in Earth custom, and had joined Dr Valkeapää in watching the performance. There was a skilled human actor, some 14 years old or so, who played the Vulcan captain of the T’Plana-Hath. The “captain” acted very much Vulcan-y, but there was something off, as if someone with surface emotions trying to pretend they are not kept deep, under control. A human cosplaying a Vulcan. That it was this memory that Symar’s behaviour triggered was unsettling.

But Symar was not human, so that could not be it. He was Vulcan. But something was off. It concerned Kastarak. He was unsure how to bring it up, when to bring it up, and with whom to do so.

Kastarak took note of the emotions of concern, unsettledness, and confusion, and decided to medidtate on them and hopefully find a solution to this conundrum. Then he purged the emotions, and returned to full concentration in the meeting.

Kastarak was quiet. He wanted to wait for the more senior officers to speak before he started.

He thought of the situation. Was it an order from Star Fleet? Was it a legal mission? Would they face legal sanctions in the Federation? Surely this was not mutiny, it could not be. Perhaps there was a diplomatic avenue possible.

But without the aid of the Chernov? How would they get to the Klingon homeworld then?

Kastarak had studied Klingon as a second alien language since a child (Federation Standard was his first alien language). Federation standard was obviously a more dominant language for him, he has used it daily for the past four years, but his Klingon was not too bad. He could converse in Klingon, without the aid of a universal translator, read it somewhat fluently (especially instructive texts, poetry and metaphors were more difficult). Perhaps those skills would come in handy if they go to Qo’noS, especially if it’s an undercover mission without the aid of the Chernov.

Kastarak had many questions, but he decided to stay quiet. He was sure that in time all questions would be answered.

When his CMO spoke, Symar, Kastarak sensed frustration and conflict in his colleague. Was Symar really emotionally adequate for this misison? Were the others?

The mission sounded off – unofficial yet official. No Starfleet support but still an order.

Kastarak was confused. This would be a psychologically draining mission. Perhaps he would have to evaluate the fitness of crewmembers to serve on this mission, now in his new position as ship counsellor.

He waited for more information before speaking up.

– Ensign Kastarak (dr/cns)

Blaze spoke in very fluent Klingon “don’t worry Captain I will always have your back. To Glory and Honor” when he was done he watch the room he had a Klingon bow instructor growing up.

Lt. Alexander Blaze (Programmer)

Kastarak looked at Blaze as he spoke fluent Klingon. It was a relief of some sort that someone else could speak Klingon here, and Blaze seemed to speak it better than he.

– Ensign Kastarak (dr/cns)

Umbri, having been there when Section 31 first gave them the mission, was a lot calmer than the others while the Captain was talking. They had made their peace with the situation and were prepared to do whatever it took.

Lucian, on the other hand, was not so calm. His thoughts were going a million miles per second. He was pacing and was too busy stuttering to form a coherent sentence. Umbri noticed this and walked up to the NE Security Officer, pulling him down to the seat beside them. “Deep breaths, Ensign. You won’t be alone in this. I’ll be right there with you every step of the way,” they said. Lucian let out a sigh of relief. “Thanks, Lieutenant,” he said.

Lieutenant (j.g.) Umbri Zayne, Weapons Officer/NE Lucian Vyctor, Security Officer

T’Aria observed the crew for signs of distress beyond the innate unease of an unsanctioned search-and-rescue from a hostile power, occasionally glancing at Kastarak. His services would be imperative as this mission was not of their usual calibre. And the Klingons were not their usual adversaries.

T’Aria recalled her residency at Starfleet Medical when talk of all-out war troubled the fifth floor. She sensed the terror and rage that emanated from her associates, powerless against what they perceived as an unstoppable force. It was especially harmful to her classmates whose careers might soon revolve around bloodshed, fear and what her supervisor aptly deemed ‘just keep them alive’ medicine. Their dread haunted them for years after the incident, and she suspected it would persist until Federation-Klingon relations broke from existing tension.

The Klingons. Though little was known about the people, Federation and Vulcan encounters suggested they embraced a fierce, honour-driven philosophy founded on concepts of victory and shame. T’Aria knew little of the location of their homeworld, Qo’noS, only that it was a day’s journey from Sol. They would need to acquire data on the region to ascertain any tactical advantage. Too, T’Aria suspected they would need to make allies, lest they wanted to be totally alone. Of course, these were thoughts for later discussions, so T’Aria kept quiet to allow Taggart more time to explain.

— T’Aria, XO

Chris held up his hand to quiet Everyone. “This mission is on behalf of Section 31. I am a member and have been for some time. I can’t complete this mission by myself, so I asked if I can bring others on as long as they knew risk. They said fine. So here you all are. The people that I trust the most.”

“It will be difficult but we can steal a ship. I’ve done it three times already so I’m getting pretty good at it. Another thing is no more ranks. Everyone will be called by their names or fake names from now on. Like I said before, if you want out, then that’s fine. Just keep you mouth shut. Any other questions?”

Chris

At this point, Kastarak raised his hand. He was unsure of the proper protocol in this unique situation, but found that humans often responded to raised hands. Perhaps it was an Earth school custom.

He then spoke for the first time since the meeting began, “Sir, if I may? You told us that we had to go to Qo’noS without the aid of the Chernov. How do you plan for us to go there?”

– Ensign Kastarak (Med/Cns)

Seeing Kastarak raise his hand and nodded. Chris gave a wicked grin. “Like I said before. We’ll steal a ship. I’m very good at it and with Blaze’s help, we can even get a decent one. Does that answer your question good sir?” Chris was wondering if anyone was actually hearing him or still in shock at his request.

Chris


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