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Main SIM: Captain's Yacht. Tag Everyone

Posted June 15, 2022, 3:51 p.m. by Lieutenant Junior Grade Pawl Batario (Engineer) (David Robinson Jr)

Posted by Ensign Kastarak (Doctor / Counsellor) in Main SIM: Captain’s Yacht. Tag Everyone

Posted by Captain Chris Taggart (Captain) in Main SIM: Captain’s Yacht. Tag Everyone

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Pawl Batario (Engineer) in Main SIM: Captain’s Yacht. Tag Everyone
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(Snip!)

“Good! Now here’s the elephant in the room. Who is with me?”

Chris

After being in contact with their team on a secure channel, Umbri spoke up. “You have the full support of Security, Captain. The rest of my team is on their way,” they said.

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

Kastarak hadn’t even thought he had a choice, he had assumed it was an order. Was it an order? Was the captain’s question rhetorical? He decided it was.

“Excellent !” Chris said.

“I will make the necessary preparations with Mr Symar relating to whatever orders you give him and me”, he said.

– Ensign Kastarak (doctor / counsellor)

“No. Kastarak. You have a choice. I’m not ordering anyone. This is strictly voluntary. If you don’t want to come, then that’s fine. You’ll stay here, have a vacation and when and if we get back, you’ll be welcomed on the Chernov. Again. It’s your choice.”

Chris

William finally finished his cup of tea with a sigh “I will be coming as well, It’s highly probable that the Captain will somehow get himself severely injured and lose consciousness… Again” If that was a joke it was a very dry one “I’d like to make sure you don’t finally get yourself killed, or lose more limbs” Now that was more clearly a joke.

CSO, 2O

T’Aria listened as the officers seated around the table, those she considered family, acquiesced to Taggart’s request. Though her instinct was to decline and dissociate herself from the recklessness of a bedraggled Admiral, she knew she could not. The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few… Vulcan philosophy, tainted with Prisu’s Northern lilt, forced her to consider another perspective. Her crewmates comprised the ‘many’ and each consenting gesture endangered another of their lives until the only way to protect the ‘needs’ (lives) of the ‘many’ was to accept the mission. They had to risk their lives to save them… and the victim.

Shivers chased up her spine and froze her in place, urging her to reconsider the logic.

Accepting the mission meant endangering ten lives. Declining meant endangering millions. T’Aria realised the threat their mission’s failure had on Starfleet and the United Federation of Planets. Admirals had some of the highest clearance in the UFP, surpassing most civilians in security. Like most civilians, they could assume the victim had limited knowledge of sensitive information. But that was risky. If she possessed ample knowledge – or just enough to give the Klingons an advantage over Starfleet and civilian security – then her security was also the security of the UFP. T’Aria knew it was an over-exaggeration that had little bearing in reality, but it was a risk, and even the lightest risks were worth considering. Besides, the Admiral had already demonstrated a degree of instability in the lengths he would go to protect his daughter from harm. If they were to avoid war with the Klingons, then someone (or someones) removed from the situation needed to handle her rescue.

And those ‘someones’ just happened to be the Chernov.

T’Aria glanced at every officer situated around the table before she turned to Taggart and quirked an eyebrow, “it seems you already have a voice of reason. I don’t suppose you could use a friend?”

— T’Aria, XO

With T’Aria now supporting the captain and joining the mission, Kastarak tried to understand the reasons why. There must have been a logical reason why T’Aria – a fellow Vulcan whom Kastarak admired and modelled his own logic on. He valued his collegiality and, indeed, friendship with her. Like T’Aria (but unknowing of her thoughts), Kastarak thought of the maxim of the needs of the few outweighing the needs of the many. He had a different angle, however – one that was probably more grounded in Vulcan hubris (though Kastarak would not admit to that, not even in his own thoughts). His reasoning was this:

The captain, whom Kastarak had gotten to know quite intimately in therapy, had difficulties in regulating his emotions. From nurses Sutalo and Zhang, Kastarak had heard of the hot-headed bickering that kept going on in Engineering. Commander Grey was most likely also unregulated emotionally, from the few instances he had met him. It seemed that Grey kept mostly to himself, and most likely had emotional concerns he needed to work on. It was not a pretty gang to look at.

As such, that gang had been tasked by Section 31 to use a Romulan bird-of-prey to enter Imperial Klingon space to retrieve one girl or woman that was related to a high-level admiral in Starfleet. The life of this girl – or the information in her brain – must be so important that Section 31 would risk a war. The peace of the quadrant depended on this gang being able to survive the mission and execute it success.

But the gang was hot-headed and, simply put, too emotional. With T’Aria joining it, it meant that she most likely saw that there was a need for logic in the mission, a cool, rational head to help advise the team on the mission. It must have meant that the needs of her (being few) were outweighed of the needs of the many (the team in the first instance, but the Federation and the Klingon Empire in the second). That meant, he had an ethical, a logical duty to join her in balancing emotion with good, trusted infallible logic.

He was compelled to join.

“Of course, captain,” he said, his face showing no expression whatsoever. “I will join the team.”

– Ensign Kastarak (doctor / counsellor)

Bump 11.06.2022

“Good. So Blaze. Create the fake contamination leak. We’ll be there in 2 hours to “assist” with it.” Thank you all!”

Chris

Kastarak looked around. He was confused. Was this it? Was there nothing else? Why had no agenda been set? How can decisions be made without an agenda, and points of order?

Kastarak noticed an anger inside of him, decided he needed to purge it. Why are humans so careless around not having agendas and agreed minutes? How can they even make decisions without an agenda and going through points?

He breathed, slowed down his heart, and purged the emotion of anger and resentment.

He was now serene.

He rose from his seat.

“I will beam up to the Chernov with Dr Symar to begin packing what we need to bring on our new ship. Once we get on board the new ship, we would need Mr Blaze’s assistance in fitting our medical technology to the technology and power infrastructure of the new ship. Would that be alright, captain? Mr Blaze?”

To be sure that he hadn’t missed anything on the invisible agenda, he added: “And is there anything else, before Dr Symar and I take our leave?”

– Ensign Kastarak (doctor / counsellor)

“Nope! But the Romulan ship is stocked. We can’t have any Starfleet technology unless it was clearly “stolen”. A fully supplied Sickbay would not indicate a pirate, thief, rogue type ship. Is that OK?”

Kastarak, still standing looked at the captain, trying to understand the intentions.

“Sir – I will still need medical tricorders and medical synthesisers. Without the synthesisers, I cannot make medication fit for humans or Betazoids. I need the medical tricorders to appropriately scan, diagnose and treat non-Vulcans or non-Romulans.”

“I will ensure that appropriate Romulan clothing is found for Commander T’Aria, Dr Symar and me. There is a tailor not far away from here. We can pass as Romulans, if that in any way would help us.”

Chris looked puzzled. “Kastarak. Have you forgotten that both the XO and I are medical doctors? Surgeons to be specific. But go ahead and get some and beam back to this Yacht. Get the ones on reserve. And yes there are clothes for you all to dress the part.”

Why was the captain dismissive? Kastarak could not help but think that something in their communication had gone wrong. They seemed to misinterpret each other. How did the issue of synthesising human-appropriate medication be connected to T’Aria’s and Chris’s skills as surgeons? It was connected to the lack of Romulan systems’ knowledge of human physiology.

Kastarak decided not to push the matter further. Was the captain getting annoyed? On the other hand, the information was lacking. Several questions that Kastarak had asked had been met without response. Kastarak decided not to ask any more questions, he did not wish to provoke any more. After all, he was just a junior officer. His department head, Dr Symar, had been quiet. Kastarak was still unsure whether Dr Symar would even join on the team.

There were many red flags about this mission – it seemed to lack planning and logic – but that was the reason Kastarak had to join. These hot-headed humans needed logic, they needed Vulcan.

“Yes, sir, I will do so. Shall I do it now?” Kastarak referred back to Chris’s last response.

Pawl was more confused than ever by the events that were unfolding. “I am trying not to be rude sirs? but why am I here? Am I part of this mission or what?” Pawl asked with a bit of frustration and concern he fell quiet. trying not to let it show through. No one really talked to him or to him. he thought to himself. He felt like a wall painting in the background. Looking to the Chief Engineer and to the others in turn. Waiting to see what was going to say next and hopefully to him?

Pawl Batario - Jo Engineer

“Aww Pawl. I’m sorry you feel this way. The decision is only yours to make whether you want to be part of this mission or not. If not. No harm and I’ll drop you off. If you want to come, then that would be awesome. But again, it’s up to you. To answer your other question, you are a meaningful member of this crew and I trust you. That’s why you’re here in the first place. Does that help answer your questions?”

Chris

– Ensign Kastarak (doctor / counsellor)

“I don’t have any issues in going, sir!” Pawl said calmly with a fleeting smile on his face. “I have everything I need here with me looking at a no-descript tool kit without any markings on it. Pawl was going to say more but it now did not seem necessary anymore. “Do we need to be altered by medical? and be in civil clothing?” He wondered, still feeling a bit lost with the lack of information.

Lt Jg Pawl Batario - Jo Engineer

“Yes Pawl. We will all be in Civilian clothing and we will need to not use our rank anymore. Just call me Chris from here on out..... unless you all want some cool nicknames!?”

Chris

– Ensign Kastarak (doctor / counsellor)

“Very good Chris was it.” Pawl said. It was like a foreign concept to him to say a commanding officer’s name and not use his title. “A cool nickname??” Pawl inquired. feeling like it’s a new foreign concept. Pawl said with a puzzled look on his face. “This must be a human concept?”

Lt Jg Pawl Batario - Jo Engineer


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