Main SIM: The Romulan Ship

Posted Aug. 8, 2022, 8:46 p.m. by Lieutenant Junior Grade Pawl Batario (Engineer) (David Robinson Jr)

Posted by Ensign Kastarak (Doctor / Counsellor) in Main SIM: The Romulan Ship

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Pawl Batario (Engineer) in Main SIM: The Romulan Ship

Posted by Captain Chris Taggart (Captain) in Main SIM: The Romulan Ship
Posted by… suppressed (14) by the Post Ghost! 👻

Chris looked around the harbor then at a map on his Padd. Pointing to the North East. “That way about a two hour walk is our destination.” Turning back around to face them all. “This is your last chance to leave if you don’t want to be apart of this. Like I said before, no hard feelings.” Then he turned back around and continued walking.


“Acknowledged,” T’Aria remarked. Their two-hour trek through Risa’s coastal forest and cliffs implied their destination was 5-7km. She expected that much as anyone looking to conceal a ship of warbird calibre (or access to one) would likely seclude themselves beyond prying eyes. T’Aria brushed off the distance and fell into step beside Chris.

The question of how they would steal the ship still nagged at her.

“What is the plan, Chris?” T’Aria asked without tearing her gaze from the path ahead. There wasn’t much of a plan, save Blaze’s bio-alarm, and that concerned her. “We reach the hangar, and Blaze sets off an alarm…” she recounted their discussion on the yacht with a hint of concern-laced curiosity, “then what? Do you expect we ‘wing it’?”

Chris looked at her and smiled. “Of course! That adds excitement!” Realizing that she’ll kill him soon he relented. “Madam. I know I have a reputation of being....unorthodox. but give me some credit. I’ve made calls for favors while on the yacht. When we arrive, the alarm would’ve been going off for 15 minutes. We will be making a pit stop asking the way to grab fake badges and decontamination suits. This will get us inside the ship. Then I’ll use the access code that I got when we stole the ship in the first place and off we go,” Chris made a flying motion with his arm, “before anyone realizes what had happened. Savy?”

T’Aria shot him a glance that, if an expression delivered the claw-bound poison of a Le-Matya, might have done irreparable damage. His suggestion to proceed with a plan founded on intuition and luck alone was not ‘unorthodox’. It was foolish and fated to result in injury and detainment… or worse. T’Aria caught herself before retorting, restraining long enough to hear him out. His plan wasn’t horrible. Her eyebrow crept a tad closer to her hairline when he dropped a ‘we’, leading her to ponder his involvement in the original theft.

T’Aria brushed off the thought and the overwhelming urge to point out the lack of nuance in his proposal, trusting in his leadership and the preparedness of their team. She gave a slight nod and said: “Savvy.”

OOC: lol! That look!

IC: Chris stopped dead in his tracks with that look then leaned in to whisper into her long pointy, elf line ears. “Sorry T’Aria. I’ll hold nothing back to anyone. Least of all you. I stole this ship before, I have the codes, I have actual fake ID’s for us. I have the schematics. I’ll transfer it all to you now. I do more, see more and learn more than most people know. I’m sorry I put up a Columbo (detective from the 70’s) front. But that’s to fool people. You should know that much about me by now. So have a little faith in the old Chrisman! Ok?” He then turned his PaDD over and pressed some tabs then looked back at her. “Sent my dear. It will be OK. Not smooth sailing, but it will be OK. I promise.” Then he started walking again.

“Wow! A two-hour walk? This is going to be a fun hike.” Tinker said softly with a smile. not meaning it a bad way but rather a good thing. “I am still a go Chris.” Tinker said kindly to him to confirm his interaction. as he looked at the others momentarily. “Before we leave Is there anything we need from the market before we go?” Tinker wondered was all. Tinker looked towards the sky to see what the weather might hold for them on there hike.

Tinker - ( Pawl Batario Jo Engineer )

“I believe we have all supplies necessarily with us and on board the ship,” replied Kastarak.

“I brought all the pertinent information we have on Romulan language and culture downloaded to this PaDD”, said Kastarak as he showed Mr Batario the pocket-sized PaDD fitted in his cargo trousers pocket. Kastarak had thought it would be logical to wear cargo trousers – trousers with many pockets – when going on a long walk and staying away in space. “Though this PaDD is Federation-standard. Perhaps we could find a non-Federation standard PaDD which we could transfer the information onto?”

“Tinker,–” Kastarak called out his colleague. “As an engineer, perhaps you’d be able to find a good PaDD that’s non-Federation in the market. Perhaps the one who was not allowed to be known as Wise Man could help you to see if the information might be easily migrated onto the new PaDD?”

– “Rateg” (Ens. Kastarak; doctor / counsellor)

“that’s true Rateg. I can do that too what do you think Chris? but I do have several Betazoid tablets too. I can make sure they read whatever native langue you wish.” Tinker commented casually. As they slowly moved along down the street. “This port is really busy with activity.” Tinker added.

Tinker (Pawl Batario Jo Engineer)

“Have at it hoss!” Chris said to Tinker while still looking around. “All these nice places by the sea and not one single coffee place!? This sucks.”

T’Aria caught Tinker’s suggestion with a curious head tilt. He was the resident expert on Betazoid (a presently non-Federation species) technology, enabling them to adapt to the PaDDs without a considerable learning curve. Still, she wondered how they would get his supply from the Chernov, here. Was he carrying it with him or would they need to find another supplier? T’Aria chose not to ask until Chris voiced his approval.

— T’Aria (call sign: undecided)

Your call sign can be: Unknown.


Occ So my tag gets unnoticed or ignored

Lost at the time

OOC: drawing more attention to that reply. :)

“I can also read, memorize and write the information down at a later date if we truly wish to avoid carrying any additional technology” William said, speaking for the first time for a good while.

William Grey

“Rateg” turned to Grey, and asked, “In what language would it be most prudent to write things down?”

“Rateg” remembered how he learnt penmanship as a child and found it utterly illogical. Why had he to learn to use his hands to write Vulcan calligraphy? Not only were the letters needlessly decorative when written by hand, it took more time to do so than to dictate to the computer or type, but they were also harder to read. This flashback – at this moment, on everyone’s hike to the place where the Romulan bird-of-prey was supposedly located – was intriguing to “Rateg”. Why had he received it now? Writing – sure… but why did the memory linger to his experience of writing by hand being illogical? Did he subconsciously think that Grey’s suggestion was illogical? Did “Rateg” doubt his own penmanship now as an adult? He decided to meditate on that should time for meditation be given later today…

– “Rateg” (Ens/Dr Kastarak)

Pawl fell quiet not saying anything more to the group as they walked along the walkway trying not to get bumped by anyone. But kept his ears and eyes open for anything interesting.

Tinker - (Lt Jg Pawl Batario - Jo Engineer)

Blaze already took of ahead it was acting like a scout. Keep you watch and out of view of everyone with his backpack still attached to his hip. He watch at the others walked the path.

Lt. Alexander Blaze (Wise Man)

Chris saw Blaze up ahead. “See any coffee houses Wiseman? I’m getting thirsty.”


Tinker kept quiet as they traveled along the mall areas. looking for anything interesting that he happened across their path. He still wondered why Chris never answered his earlier question.

Tinker - (Pawl Batario - Jo Engineer)

OOC: Hope it’s OK I move this on a bit (a few hundred metres…). Something happened, and I felt the inspiration of writing something on this theme, and I needed to get it out now :) and oh: TW for bullying – Ric

After walking a while, “Rateg” found themselves having passed the buzz of the market and walked beside a park (on the left) in a residential area. Perhaps it was here that the Risians were living. The architecture on the right was more “casual” (as an unnamed human colleague would term it) than the areas they had been in before. There was a quaintness and familiarity to it. It reminded “Rateg” a little of the old market towns on Vulcan that he and his mother would sometimes frequent in his childhood. There were children playing games on porches, and further about, “Rateg” saw some children – prepubescent but judging on their physical development, puberty would arrive soon – all boys, four of them, who were doing physical exercises on an open space in the park to “Rateg”’s left.

One of the boys struggled with the exercises. From a medico-developmental point of view – as “Rateg” was trained to think – the boy would score below average on flexibility and procedural skills. On a stanine scale, “Rateg” thought, it would probably be a 2, perhaps a 3. One other boy could be seen trying to impress the other boys by doing the exercises to perfection, while a third boy appeared patient and encouraging to his friend falling behind. A fourth boy did what he could for his exercises – he would be a clear 5 on a stanine scale – perfectly average.

This caused “Rateg” to remember Talik – a classmate of his from when they were 12. Talik was a scrawny boy – like that first boy in the park, Talik struggled, too, with flexibility and procedural memory. “Rateg” remembered how other classmates would mock Talik and seek out emotional reactions in him.

“It’s logical that some people, like you, should be on the lower end of the normal distribution in these matters. It is also logical that some people, like me, should be on the higher end,” one classmate had said to Talik.

Another one had said, “Logic dictates that if it were not for our society doing away with natural selection, you would never have survived this far. But was it logical for our society to interfere with natural selection?”

The logic of the classmates were sound, and “Rateg” felt protective of his friend. Yet, “Rateg”’s skills in logical skills were not so good to find immediate counter-arguments. Despite how much Talik seemed to try to control his facial expressions, it was clear that Talik could not regulate his emotions fully. He struggled.

“Rateg” was at this age also not fully developed in putting a lid on his emotions and containing them deep within, and that caused him to empathize with his friend. As such, it was uncomfortable for “Rateg” to be around Talik when the classmates would taunt him. Was it not then the logical thing to remove himself from the exchange?

That’s how “Rateg” had reasoned. He left his friend. Talik was to face his tormentors alone.

Around the same time, “Rateg” began classes in suus mahna. He quickly found himself on the higher end of the normal distribution in how well he did. Only years later would “Rateg” confess to himself that it had pleased him that he would never have to suffer Talik’s fate.

What had come of Talik? After that exchange when “Rateg” left Talik to his tormentors, Talik and “Rateg” would not speak as much with one another. Back then, “Rateg” put it to logic. There was no logical reason for them to speak when they did not need to. They spoke sometimes of classwork, groupwork, and so on, but never again of such themes that they before, as friends, had done. Matters of philosophy, family, and so on, were never again spoken of.

Kastarak must have hurt Talik, yet he was not Talik’s tormentor. But perhaps, he had done the greater dishonour upon his friend. Metaphorically speaking, “Rateg” had, after all, left Talik lying on the ground.

And now, Talik was most likely dead, along with his tormentors. “Rateg” would never have the chance to seek to rectify the dishonour, and help his friend. He will never be able to say that he was wrong in leaving him, or – even how un-Vulcan it would be – apologize for his decision.

“Rateg” thought of Talik, and, for a millisecond, he saw Talik’s boyish face on the struggling boy in the park. “Rateg”’s heart jumped. Before he purged his emotions of sadness and guilt, “Rateg” looked at the boy in the park once more, and found peace in that the boy had an encouraging and patient friend, one that Talik did not have.

–“Rateg” (Dr Kastarak)

Tinker noticed what the doctor was looking at as they walked along. He felt that the boys in the park were of different levels and some were tormenting while others were accepting and more patient with the weaker boy. He looked momentarily at Rateg noting some odd emotions from him but did not want to call it out in present company.
Pawl gave the weaker boy a boost of encouragement from his thoughts where he was. Basically giving the feeling he could do it. basically giving the boy there were others that new he could do this. As they slowly moved out of sight of the boy. He felt pride at the boy for giving it his all.

Tinker - (Pawl Batario- Jo Engineer officer)

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