Posted Sept. 7, 2020, 9:25 a.m. by Ensign Amber Josen (Communications Officer) (Melissa Aragon)
Posted by Chief Petty Officer Kohana Black Wolf (Helmsman) in Main Sim - Several Days Later - Arrival At Deba Colony
Posted by Rear Admiral CockRoach (GM) in Main Sim - Several Days Later - Arrival At Deba Colony
Posted by Rear Admiral CockRoach (GM) in Main Sim - Several Days Later - Arrival At Deba Colony
[snip]A few minutes after the bridge informed the Sickbay of their findings and what to expect NE Shoehorn replied back over to Amber at comms, =/\= Acknowledged Bridge, we’ll be ready in 10 minutes! =/\= He said.
GM CockRoach
Amber smiled. “Good,” she murmured under her breath. At least the kids could be seen to. She just hoped at least ‘some’ of the grownups had survived as well. Surely the kids hadn’t been left completely alone.
Amber Comms
Over at the navigator’s station the console beeped as sensors picked up an incoming contact of some kind!
GM CockRoach
Noticing the the alert, Kohana waited for the navigator to report. “If that ship is called something like the Mooooooondragon and piloted by cows, we’re going to shoot it down and have hamburgers and steaks for the next six months,” he informed the bridge crew.
CPO Black Wolf (Helm)
Amber laughed under her breath but monitored the frequencies so she would catch any communications from the surface to the ship, or vice versa.
Amber Comm
Contact reports as they cleared up found no ID being declared. The outline of the ship though did come up with a match in the database. It was an Orion blockade runner. Moderately armed and shielded, their key defense and offense was their speed, both at sublight and warp speeds given their mission profiles. This ship seemed to keep to the edges of their weapons range probably getting a feel for the Starfleet ship and probably sizing up the colony for some act of piracy. While this hadnt occurred in some time it seems bad luck of timing deemed this to be so this time. As if they didnt have enough problems.
GM CockRoach
OOC: Bumping…
GM CockRoach
Kohana clenched his jaw. They really didn’t need Orions showing up right now. He was tempted to raise shields, but then they wouldn’t be able to to beam the landing party and children back on board. To the officer manning the science station, he said, “Keep an eye on that ship. I want to know the second it starts to move toward us or the planet.”
=^=Captain, sensors have just picked up an incoming Orion blockade runner, just outside of weapons range. They haven’t shown any aggressive actions. . . yet. Nor have they hailed us. Your orders, sir?=^=
Black Wolf (Helm)
Amber frowned. The joke happiness was gone as she swiftly moved to stat monitoring transmissions and hope the Orion ship couldn’t get to the surface from where they were. She was honestly not schooled in tech in any way, shape or form and had no idea how far a ship could ‘beam’ someone.
Amber
COMM
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