Posted Sept. 29, 2020, 4:51 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
[snip]Scans showed the Orion ship was keeping its distance, though was clearly not hiding their efforts to scan the colony or the Sentinel. They had their shields raised but so far no weapons were powered. NE Pops came over the comm to Amber’s station =/\= NE Pops here, CO is safely back aboard, on your way now..=/\= He said.
GM Cockroach
=^=Thanks Pops,=^= She said and was relieved.
Moments later, Th’elin stepped onto the bridge and headed for the center chair. “Status report, Mr. Blackwolf.” He looked around the bridge, taking in the various readouts and noises, his antennae swaying.
-Zarath, CO
When the CO arrived on the bridge, Amber let out a mental sigh of relief. “Welcome back, Sir,” she said and went back to listening on her ear piece for what may be happening out there in the dark.
Amber Comm
The helmsman slid out of the center chair and paused briefly before returning to his station. “She just appeared before I called you, Captain. Staying at her current range, just out of weapons reach. Her shields are raised, but no weapons are powered up. . . yet. She’s also scanning the surface, for what exactly? I couldn’t say.”
Back at the helm, his hands flew over the console, preparing to move at the captain’s command. “I can’t help but think how interesting it would be to beam a few of those crazed cows onto their bridge, sir.”
Black Wolf (Helm)
Th’elin chuckled at the cow comment. “Good eye, but let’s figure out just what they’re looking for. “He clapped the helmsman on the shoulder as they traded places and checked the readout on the Chair’s armrest, flipping two or three rocker switches with a loud clacking sound. Then Th’elin looked at Amber, smiling grimly. “Open a channel and hail them.” His dark eyes rested on the Viewer and the small Orion ship as it grew in size.
-Zarath, CO
Amber smiled back and nodded as her own hands danced over her console. “Channel open, Sir.” She had the recordings going once more, as well, and waited to see if it was a Captain Cow, or Commander Bovine who responded. Or perhaps some intergalactic farmer wondering where his precious herd had gone.
Amber Comm
The hail went out and an audio return message came back from the Orions =/\= We are the trade vessel Spooten. We are here to pick up milk, cheese, and wine from the Deba colony.=/\= It said.
OOC: Bumping
GM CockRoach
From the helm, Kohana offered a ‘phhhh’ before adding, “Orions don’t trade, they take.”
CPO Black Wolf (helm)
Amber frowned at Wolf’s comment and tapped a comment to his console. …Easy, Wolf… They can hear us like we hear them. This is the Captain’s call… If he bothered to turn around, he would see her smile and nod in reassurance she wasn’t mad, just warning him for his own sake.
Everyone had opinions about other races than their own. Many thought that way of humans as well. But she knew all races were different and one could easily believe the trade story as well as the fact it was a ruse. But till they knew otherwise, the Captain would have to make the call regardless of everyone’s personal opinions. For herself, the fact they had ‘specifics’ and not just ‘trade things’ was a bit of a plus on their end.
Amber
Comm
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