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[Pre-Sim] Arrival to the USS Saracen

Posted May 6, 2019, 11:41 p.m. by Ensign Mike Gareth (Security Officer) (Michael McDowell)

Posted by Lieutenant Elmira O’Shea (Chief Tactical Officer) in [Pre-Sim] Arrival to the USS Saracen

Posted by Ensign Mike Gareth (Security Officer) in [Pre-Sim] Arrival to the USS Saracen

Posted by Lieutenant Elmira O’Shea (Chief Tactical Officer) in [Pre-Sim] Arrival to the USS Saracen
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It had been a good while since he had been out on a ship in a while. He was headed towards the USS Manhattan before they reached out on a subspace communicator with new orders to a space station that needed extra security for some delegates from another species that were going to be staying there for a while. Regardless of the reasoning, Gareth did as he was instructed to the best of his abilities, thankfully nothing crazy had happened and he was glad to be heading to another ship. He didn’t really like being grounded to one spot anymore knowing that on a star ship he could be out anywhere to help as many people as possible.

He had been traveling with a NLt (jg) from the station that was transporting him to the USS Saracen. He was almost dismayed once Starbase 257 came into sensor range. “Relax Ensign, that’s not where you’re going. The ship is only currently docked here.” He said with a sideways grin.

“I’m that easy to read huh ..?” Gareth laughed a bit. He spent a good deal of time with this Lt (jg), they would occasionally hang out in the lounge, but most of their time was always in the holosuites. Running through their catalog was almost religious to them. From WW2 campaigns, to murder mysteries, even to some Klingon historical battles as well. “It’s probably gonna be boring without ya there Hicks. You should seriously consider transferring sometime.”
NLt (jg) Hicks waved his hand dismissively “Yeah, yeah, I’ll think about it. In the mean time reach out to the ship, we’re on our approach now.”

Tapping a few buttons to open up the comm frequencies, Mike spoke up, “USS Saracen, this is the USS Taranis, requesting permission to dock.

Upon getting permission to dock, the gently set down in the ships shuttle bay 2. Mike stood up and stretched, yawning loudly. The travel had taken a good amount of time, but he was finally here. He was a bit reluctant, but he extended his arm out towards Hicks. After a moment it clicked and Hicks stood up and shook his hand in farewell. “See ya around Lieutenant.” he said somewhat sarcastically. “Take care of your family, gonna miss them too!” With a last laugh before hopping out the door of the shuttle he took a look around his new home away from home.

Ensign Mike Gareth (Security)

Elmira had arrived only a few days prior to the good Ensign, and found herself meadering about the ship, retracing her steps from the initial tour she had been given. Coincidentially, she had been heading by the shuttlebay, when a young crewman stepped inside, allowing her a brief glimspe of what was going on inside. Another shuttle had arrived, and with it, who she could only assume to be a new officer. While she knew the prospective of having any new Tactical officer was low, she still wondered who this new arrival was. Curiously, she followed the young crewman, offering a forced smile to him, when he nodded in acknowledgement to her precense. Noticing the man stepping from the shuttle, she decided she might as well see who he was and ask if he needed any help.

“Good day,” The Betazoid approached him, that odd smile somewhat misplaced upon her face. “Welcome to the Saracen.” She gestured to the shuttlebay where she had arrived just a few days before.

Lt. O’Shea
CTO

As it currently was, despite his outer neutral, semi-smiled appearance he was a mix of emotions inside. Sad, anxious, curious, excited, with a slight bit of dread for some reason. Though it could easily be told that he was definitely glad to be there. The fiery headed woman was caught at the very outskirts of his eyesight, but the vibrant color immediately caught his attention amongst all the grey walls and gold colored uniforms of Engineering walking around. He nodded politely, as a flood of thoughts ran through his head, (forgive the mess I’m about to do, but I just wanna emphasize how quickly he ran through a bunch of things lol) ‘Ohwowwhoisthat?Ilikeherhair.Iwonderwhatkindofredthatis?She’ssotinyit’skindacute.Woahwaitwhatareyousayingthatsalieutenantyou’retalkingabouttherefocus.Youcan’tthinklikethat.Whydoesshehaveblackeyes?Thatsprettycoolnowstopstandingaroundsaysomething.’ The noise would fade into a clear two words, ‘Say hi’ He re-adjusted one of his bags on his left shoulder quickly before replying, “Ah, good afternoon Lieutenant .. Thank you, it’s good to be here.” ‘thatwasstupiiiiid…‘ Behind his smile if one was looking carefully enough they could probably see a slight wince at those thoughts.

Ensign Mike Gareth (Security?)

OOC: That was amazing. Lol!
IC:
She was bombarded by the conflicted emotions of this man, thoughts she could not accurately place without giving herself a migriane in the process. This man had a mind running faster than warp speed, and a part of her wondered why. Closing her eyes, the havoc of his mind draining her energy, she forced away his thoughts, brushing them off like dust off of an old coat. It was easier that way, before she was overwhelmed by his thoughts about.. her. “It is good to have you, Ensign. Do you need any help with your kit or anything?” She asked, brushing red hair from her face, with a smile as fiery as it was amicable..ish. Elmira could see the wince in his words, but she fought the urge to make some crude remark about it.

Lt. O’Shea
CTO

OOC: Sorry this has taken so long for me to reply! Work has been a total nightmare lately .. basically in a sink or swim kind of situation right now x_x

IC: He shook he head for a moment, not necessarily dismissing her help with anything, but somewhat at himself. “Ah sorry Lieutenant .. just being new on a ship is something I never quite get used to .. I could probably use some help navigating around if anything ..? I’m not quite sure where anything is at the moment, but carrying a bad or two isn’t a problem at all. Not that I’m saying you couldn’t carry one or anything ..” His broad shouldered, tall nature tended to carry a bit of intimidation with it at times, but his personality seemed to conflict with it a lot, more of a friendly person behind it his bluish/greenish eyes followed her hair as she brushed it aside. “Being new again is just kind of an odd feeling I suppose ..” his tone was completely different in his last remark, though he didn’t say anything more after that.

Ensign Mike Gareth (Security)

“You’ll never get used to the feeling. Being new is not exactly the most pleasant of experiences, but you have the chance to explore and learn of a new location you likely hadn’t been prior.” Elmira shrugged her shoulders, a tone of indifference coming through her voice. She had never been bothered by a change in location, everything she assumed to work on a specific path. Should her path lead her to another destination, then so be it. Although she could not fully understand what Mike meant, she held enough sympathy for his case to try. “None taken,” Elmira wove a hand, hardly offended by his comment. “Where do you need to go?” The diminutive Betazoid rose her head to meet his gaze, but she did not express any intimidation by his towering figure. Either Elmira was a master of hiding her emotions, or she just didn’t give a damn.

Lt. O’Shea
CTO

OOC: Boop! :D
- Trin

OOC: Ah! This was so far back I had forgotten about it!

“That is true .. being able to explore different places is really one of the reasons that I joined Starfleet!” He relaxed a little bit and gave a small laugh. “Just one small place of many on this adventure I suppose? As for the most immediate next place to explore .. would most likely be figuring out where my quarters is so that I can drop my junk off before checking in.” He re-adjusted the bag hanging off his shoulder, bringing it back in closer to his neck as it was slowly starting to slide off of it. “I don’t think I’ve been on a ship like this one before .. is it one of the newer fleet models ..?” He was pulling random subjects off his mind as a way of just trying to make some small talk so that they wouldn’t have to walk in awkward silence, who knows, maybe he could even figure out if she liked any of the topics since it would give him an idea of something to talk about again if he ran into her in the hallways some time or another.

Ensign Mike Gareth (Security)

“You could say that,” Elmira nodded. “The Saracen was recently remodeled. I’m not positive to the story behind it; I haven’t been aboard her long enough to know.” She shrugged, casting a glance down the hall. It had been a short time since she was in position, aimlessly trying to figure out where she was meant to be going. The least she could do was help a friend out. “What number have you been assigned?” She asked, debating which deck his quarters might be on. Elmira may be new to the ship, but she was guilty of studying its layout and specifications. She didn’t have many friends, most frightened by her characteristically moody nature, so she found company in reading.

Lt. O’Shea
CTO

He looked around at the bags he was carrying trying to remember exactly which one he put his PADD in before holding out the dufflebag in his right hand by one of the handles. “Sorry to trouble you Lieutenant .. but I think I have my PADD in this one which has my assigned number.. think you could unzip it and grab it really fast..?” A somewhat of a half smirk sort of appeared on his face as he continued, “Don’t worry .. there’s nothing really personal in that bag.” Not that he really minded about anything personal. Being in the Militia back on his home colony didn’t really have any sort of ‘personal’ zones. The people you fought and trained with became your family. It didn’t matter if they saw a picture, your undergarments, or even if they were showering next to you in squad showers. After a while.. you just didn’t mind anymore. There were more important things to worry about. The only thing he remembered putting in the bag was an extra uniform, some socks, a few pictures of his family, and a combat knife that he brought with him which usually stayed in his his quarters.

Ensign Mike Gareth (Security)

“You’re making me skeptical, Ensign.” Elmira squinted, raising a ginger eyebrow. “Are you positive I won’t find a bomb, or a map of classified Marine Corp base?”

Gareth shrugged casually, “You’d never know unless you looked of course..” He tauntingly shook his dufflebag side to side, only slightly jiggling the contents inside.

A smirk ghosted her lips, Elmira came around his side, unzipping the duffle hanging from his open hand. She didn’t care about the contents of the bag, that was his business, not her own. Although, while searching for the PaDD, she caught sight of combat knife. “Are you ex-Military?” She asked, pulling the PaDD from among the extra uniform and socks. Turning it on, she briefly went through and found his assigned quarters. “You’re in luck. I do know where this one is.”

Lt. O’Shea
CTO

He jerked the bag up sharply after she pulled the PADD out to swing the other handle up and catch it. “I’m not sure if you’d qualify a local militiaman as military, but I spent a good amount of time in our colonies’ local militia back over near Bajor. Life along the DMZ wasn’t all that great, but we’d always do what we could to make sure everyone was safe. Though that wasn’t always the case when raiders would show up.” He tilted his head and looked up for a moment. “Technically Starfleet is the closest to any sort of real military that I’ve been in?” His eyes lit up a bit and he was slightly relieved to hear that she knew where his assigned quarters was, it definitely saved him a lot of aimless wandering if she hadn’t been around. “You’re seriously a lifesaver!”

Ensign Mike Gareth (Security)

OOC: Sorry, messed up the format in my insert D:

-Mike

OOC: It happens, dude! No worries. :D

IC: “It depends on the militia. If we’re talking a group of amateurs who came together because they got panties in a bunch about some dumb law their government passed, then no. But if we’re talking about a group of educated people willing to learn while still fighting against their government for what they believe in, with good reason THEN I would consider with similar weight to military, although still classified as a civilian defense organization.” Elmira pointed out, eyeing him for any indication of which Mike had come from. He seemed legitimate, and he had chosen to enlist in a defense branch (Starfleet’s main purpose diplomatic and scientific over military), so she figured the latter. “I see. We’ll have to chat sometime about life in the militia, if you’d like.”

“No, I’m Elmira.” She returned with a lopsided grin. “Pretty sure it’s Arabic for ‘princess,’” she cringed. “In that case, I’ll take lifesaver!”

Gesturing for Mike to follow, Elmira made her way towards the nearest turbolift. “What switched you onto Starfleet?”

Lt. O’Shea
CTO

OOC: Don’t mind me…I am just the mighty omniscient GM who is going to opt in to some of the side sim threads that I think could tie into the sim nicely. I am going to be starting to describe some things that crew are going to be feeling or noticing so please feel free to expand on what I post.:)

IC:

While O’Shea was speaking with the new, young and nervous Ensign she began to notice a strange sensation. It was an empathic sensation rather then a physical one. As a Betazoid with empathic and telepathic abilities O’Shea would be used to a certain mind and emotional level in the ship, almost like a psychic background. That background was suddenly changing. Instead of the white noise she was use to it began to take on undertones of red. Red meant that the emotional level of the crew was changing to anger, irritation, and many more negative emotions.

The young Ensign before her who had begun to relax during their friendly conversation would himself start to feel edgy and nervous again.

GM Nosferatu

The white noise of the ship’s collective psyche was nothing new to Elmira. As a child, a Betazoid became accustomed to the emotion surrounding them, just as a bird grew used to the wind. But this was different. Vibrant spritz of red began to accent the white, piquing the interest and concern of the Betazoid Officer. Her eyebrows furrowed in the slightest, she turned to Mike. “Are you feeling all right..?” She asked, despite knowing a single person couldn’t elicit such drastic changes in Saracen’s emotional complex.

Lt. O’Shea
CTO

OOC: Ooooo! We get a GM too!? :D I love it! can’t wait to see what you come up with!

IC: “Ah .. yeah nothing out of the ordinary I suppose..” He was usually somewhat okay with hiding what he was feeling at least externally, internally was a different story. He just really didn’t like a ton of change. Though looking past her through the hallway he couldn’t help, but stare at it for a moment .. it looked somewhat familiar, but foreign at the same time. He could recall disruptor fire as he was running through a portion of their colony during a Cardassian raid a good couple of years ago on their colony. The building was a school that they were using as a warehouse in the mean time since the colony was still being established in the new zone when they had attacked. Cardassians held no mercy and were exceptionally brutal for those caught out in the open. Eventually, they had no option, but to retreat from the warehouse, but for a while the they defended it and did what they could with the weaponry they had. They left beaten, angry, utterly defeated as they ran with many fewer people than they began that easy day with. He couldn’t even begin to count the people that were there for one second in the window next to him, to them just being on the floor with an empty gaze staring at the ceiling. He silently gripped the strap tightly from the bag that was on his shoulder and politely smiled, “Is there .. a different way we can go ..? It might sound stupid, but I ..” He looked back and off towards the side looking for a different direction they could go, not really caring where it lead. He shrugged a bit, looking uncomfortable like he was dropped in a room with no light. “..I just don’t like this hallway for some reason ..”

Ensign Mike Gareth (Security)

A different way? To her, every hallway of the Saracen was the same, besides subtle changes in the tell-tale markers indicating the systems harboured behind metallic doors. Why was this one any different? In lieu of responding, O’Shea’s eyes squinted a bit, studying the faint changes in Mike’s expression. His grip had tightened, eyes staring aimlessly at the ground, the lines of his face shifting from friendliness to an emotion she hadn’t seen on him before. He seemed uncomfortable, like a shy teenager forced into a crowded room. “No! No. It’s fine, man. We’ll just take the other turbolift,” Elmira shrugged her shoulders. She tried to get a better read on him, but the growing power of red blurred her vision. She wasn’t focussed enough to peer past her own intuition. “This way,” She gestured down the corridor they’d come from, making her way quickly down its path. Elmira was not as adept at using her abilities as others were, but something was off and it was impacting majority, if not all of the ship. Closing her eyes, her feet guiding her down their route, she dismissed the thought. Mike was her concern right now, after she’d helped him to his room she’d look further into.. whatever this was. “Mind if I ask what’s wrong?” She gave him a lopsided smile, “Most people don’t suddenly dislike hallways.”

Lt. O’Shea
Definitely Not a Counselor

(bumping as a reminder for tomorrow)

-Mike


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