Posted by Lieutenant Commander T’Aria (XO / Navigation Officer) in Main SIM: Captain’s Yacht. Tag Everyone
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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?”
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.
William hadn’t really reacted when the Captain started explaining the mission, he’d simply stood there, however, when the Captain mentioned stealing a ship he sighed, walked to the side and poured himself a cup of tea, and took a long slow sip. “Well” he said after a moment of enjoying his cup “I was in San Fransisco when the USS Vengeance crashed there and I’m fairly certain that was due to Section 31 shenanigans, now we’ve been recruited by said group to galavant to the homeworld of the most militant aggressive species in the quadrant that we have had barely any contact with since the Archer Enterprise visited over a century ago without the battlecruiser we serve on” He spoke calmly, listing it up as if this was nothing out of the ordinary “Excellent, do we have any on-ground intelligence on where this Admiral’s daughter is being held and for what purpose?” He asked in a very dry manner.
“Ah. Yes. Will. Your sarcasm is not wasted on me. But I assure you that Kane and I were experts in stealing ships. This will be the second time without him though and yes, we know about where she is held and yes they are very militant over there. I will get us a really good ship and although it will not be the Chernov, it will be able to fight. In fact. There is one very specific that is here now and will have all repairs completed to it by the end of day.” As if on cue Blaze spoke up.
After hearing his name he pulled his lab top and started on Creating a back door to the shipyard here on Risa. The back door was very easy to make due to the Lex Security on the planet. After a few minutes he quietly said “ I am in the security protocols are very lax and very easy to navigate through” after a few minutes he looked at the captain “ any type of ship you’re looking for” he asked
Lt. Alexander Blaze
“Yes Blaze. In a matter of fact, look up Renewal Prop, in the database. That ship everyone, is one of the Romulan Birds of Prey that we captured. That will be the one that we will steal. With ease, I might add.” He smiled and took a couple more sips of his coffee before continuing. “Any other questions?”
OOC: The Romulan Bird of Prey:
“No other but I repeat my previous question regarding intelligence on the Admiral’s Daughters whereabouts and the reason for her abduction,” He said even more drily.
Umbri spoke up from where they were sitting. “Having been there with the Captain when the mission was given, I believe I have some authority to answer your question, Lieutenant Commander. Part of it, at least,” Umbri paused, taking a deep breath. They were still getting used to this whole leadership thing. “Section 31 fears that the Admiral’s daughter is being tortured for information and is being used to try to make the Admiral reveal Federation secrets. Of course, we won’t know for sure the reason for her abduction until we’re actually there. As for on-ground intelligence regarding the Admiral’s Daughter’s whereabouts, I honestly don’t feel confident enough to answer that. I’ll leave that to the Captain,” they said.
Lieutenant (j.g.) Umbri Zayne, Weapons Officer
“That’s right Umbri. The daughter is being held in a warehouse of sorts 64 kms South of the main city.”
“Understood, but do we know why she was targetted, Captain?” T’Aria stressed. She suspected that there would be little trouble in locating the victim with the intel Taggart provided. That was not the problem. They needed to understand why the Klingons abducted the Admiral’s daughter before they could strategize her retrieval. Raiding the warehouse with phasers unholstered and an aggressive speech was unlikely to succeed.
T’Aria wanted to know their motives. Were they attempting to exploit the Admiral or Starfleet? T’Aria considered the mantra – “no one left behind” – that pervaded many Starfleet ships and crews. The phrase was used to justify the rescue of another in perilous conditions or where the needs of the one outweighed the needs of the many. T’Aria doubted that applied to a body of millions. Few individuals, less the daughter of a high ranking official, would be enough to sway an entire fleet. Their mission would be sanctioned if she was.
Then, she wondered, what had the Admiral done to warrant the Klingons’ hostility?
Blaze was looking at his screen “we need to get things going sir they are about to start pulling the ship apart sir……..I can make the alarms think there is a airborne virus on bord that will lock the bulk heads and scare the workers out” he said
Lt. Alexander Blaze
Chris shook his head. “No Blaze. I said it was being fixed and will be completed tonight. They are not taking it apart. Look at your computer thingy again. The virus sounds good to get us in though. Don’t do anything until we are closer to the ship so we can have an adequate arrival and response time. “
Pawl sat there quietly in the background trying to take in all of this the situation between us. and Section 31 along with the Romulans. “What an evil web we all weave. The federation? section 31? and the Romulans? This mission in general is going to be hair-raising. And what’s my assignment here sir!” Pawl said finally. Not liking the three-way trap they were now part of. He felt out of place. He almost did not want to hear this but he tried to keep optimistic. As other things came into his head Viruses, Bulkheads, biohazards. Kidnappings? He closed his eyes a moment as he was getting rather dizzy with all this.
Lt Jg Paul Batario - Jo Engineer
Blaze looked at the system “this spreadsheet is hard to read. It was originally set in for salvage but orders came from higher up to repair. There just about do with the clocking Device”
Lt. Alexander Blaze
T’Aria mulled over the data they gathered. Rescue the Admiral’s daughter from a Klingon warehouse situated 64km outside of The First City with a stolen vessel and no support from their organisation. T’Aria knit her eyebrows into a pensive frown, bewildered by the sheer unknown they had to work with. The people before her were resourceful, resolute and ready to risk their lives. She had no doubt they would devise a successful plan to retrieve the Admiral’s daughter. But, she kept circling back to ‘why?’
Taking in a soft breath, T’Aria leaned back and listened as they uncovered more about their mission.
— T’Aria, XO
Kastarak raised his hand.
“Captain, we––”, he used the pronoun ‘we’ liberally with no understanding of who ‘we’ would be in this situation, “–– are set to take charge of a Romulan bird-of-prey. We will need to set up a Sickbay there. How many crew-members will be assigned to the bird of prey? How many will stay on Chernov? I should need to help Doctor Symar divide Sickbay’s staff and supplies accordingly.”
What caused Kastarak to ask this was that he did not trust Symar. Symar had just minutes ago displayed ill logic, and Symar had acted erratically the past weeks, ever since his return from that planet that Chernov circled around, and ended up in skirmishes with the Romulans. Something had affected him. Kastarak sensed something off in his chief medical officer. Maybe Symar was ill? In any case, Kastarak did not trust Symar to perform under these circumstances. Kastarak needed to step up.
What Kastarak did not say was that he was rather confused. He did not like that realization. He preferred clarity. This situation triggered in him memories of the unclarity of his refuge from Vulcan (after the destruction) where various agencies attempted to coordinate the refugee response. Where would people be housed? There was talk he would be placed on Delta Vega, further out in the Vulcan system, but then it appeared that it would be difficult to coordinate food and housing logistics in the otherwise sparsely populated ice-cold M-class planet. Kastarak spent a few weeks in Andoria, the closest planet, and saw snow and ice landscapes for the first time in his life. Not knowing how long he would stay wherever he was, with whom he would stay, what to do, what was expected of him – it triggered such anxiety in him that, in addition to the acute trauma of the loss of his planet, family, culture, species (surely Nero’s acts were wilful genocide) brought him into a destructive first pon farr.
Sitting on the Nave, with little clarity of why, how, when, the logistics of it all, caused Kastarak to travel back in time – mentally – to that teenage years. Of course, it had to be a Romulan ship that they had to steal. Why did it have to be Romulan? Why did they have to steal a foreign empire’s ship to go to Qo’noS? Why couldn’t they acquire a freighter, or better, a Klingon ship of some kind that would seem innocuous passing through Imperial Klingon territory? And did the needs of the nameless admiral’s nameless daughter outweigh the needs of the Chernov’s crew, and the risk of causing an all-out war with the Klingon Empire?
Kastarak remembered that less than a year after the destruction of Vulcan, a series of terrorist attacks rocked Earth. The USS Enterprise was sent to Qo’noS to apprehend a suspect behind the attacks, while at the same time Admiral Marcus tried to engineer an all-out war with the Klingon Empire. Kastarak could not help to think that perhaps there were darker motives behind this mission. Mission briefs would be on a need-to-know basis, and as such, the information he already had was all that he could receive now.
He did not like this mission. It seemed perilous, dangerous, and medieval. But he had his orders, and he would perform.
He just wanted to know the logistics of it all, but he did not know when or how to ask for that information, nor how to receive such information. When was a good time? When was a proper time? There were so many other senior officers at the table. Perhaps they knew more already than he. It was logical that they would take charge of most of it.
– Ensign Kastarak (doctor / counsellor)
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