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Main Sim - Bridge - Arrival To Vok III

Posted Nov. 8, 2022, 8:09 p.m. by Ensign Kovan ch'Sirhc (Engineering & Communications Officer) (Abigail G)

Posted by Ensign Rand Farquharson (Yeoman First Class) in Main Sim - Bridge - Arrival To Vok III

Posted by Ensign Kovan ch’Sirhc (Engineering & Communications Officer) in Main Sim - Bridge - Arrival To Vok III

Posted by Gamemaster CockRoach (GM) in Main Sim - Bridge - Arrival To Vok III
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Roman had meant that one or the other go, but Yarwood had a point that it would be Avarak’s first mission, so Roman nodded. “I will allow it. But be sure she is aware of the situation. It will be quite easy to offend these colonists and we don’t want an incident.”

~ Cmdr Alden, XO/CSO

“No phasers unless we have to, right Commander?”

-Lieutenant Junior Grade Marcus Anders: Chief of Security-

With the proper signals sent the time was ticking down to get together in the transporter room to beam down to get things on the road.

GM CockRoach

Roman nodded, “No phasers unless absolutely necessary. Lieutenants Anders and Yarwood, let’s head to the transporter room. And page Doctor Avarak to the transporter room ASAP as well.”

Alwyn nodded : “Understood, Commander.” He pressed a com button on the nearest station and said : =O= Yarwood to Avarak, meet me at the transporter room as soon as you can. Yarwood out =O= He then goes into the turbolift heading to the meeting point.

Lieutenant JG Alwyn Yarwood - CMO

Kovan watched the hustle and bustle of the bridge with a quiet and watchful gaze. He quietly sipped his mug of steaming water and watched as the others formed their away team and headed off for the transporter pad. Kovan flipped a few switches and with a couple key strokes he routed the passive comms receiver through his ear comm piece. The passive comms receiver was a piece of ship tech that “listened” for sub-space messages not directed towards the ship. Often the receiver would be the one responsible for finding distress signals or the equipment that listens in to outside communications. And that’s why Kovan was listening.

Don’t think about the Orions. He told himself more than once. Don’t think about them. Do your job. There are hostiles in the area and this is how you find them when they’re trying to evade notice. Just listen and hopefully catch them before. . . before.

Ensign ch’Sirhc COMMO/ENGR

So far the receiver was not picking up much more then background traffic from the three colonies going in and out of the region on subspace or those signals long ago faded. For now nothing was of worth noting.

GM CockRoach

By now the ground team will be smoozing their way through faux British royalty. Kovan tapped his fingers as he listened background traffic and the echos of old messages. To those observing he would appear almost as if he were in a meditative state. Still, and quiet as he focused. All other senses falling away until only his sense of hearing was left. A part of him, somewhere deep down, questioned the normalcy of this. It was almost obsessive compulsive in its intensity. Being hyper aware of every little sound. Listening, only listening for the one little, perhaps impossible sound of an oncoming attack. Somewhere, within his subconscious he knew the answer, that if he did not do this then anxiety would eat him up. By doing this he would preserve himself and the ship.

Ensign ch’Sirhc COMMO/ENGR

Rand stood on the bridge waiting. Her job was mostly waiting. She expected to hear from the landing team eventually requesting additional crew or materials. Then she would help organize that or run other errands as needed. She didn’t mind the waiting; she just hated having nothing to do while she did.

Rand

The silence snapped and Kovan shook his head with a quiet groan. He leaned back in his chair, and brought his mug of water his lips, only to cough because it was room temperature and disgusting. Kovan ran his hand down his face, listlessly casting his gaze about the bridge until it caught on Rand. Kovan knew he shouldn’t speak without thinking but when did his mouth ever pay any attention to his mind? He spoke to her in Tradealouge, a language only the two of them knew and one that circumvented the universal translator due to intentional design of the language. Trade languages had to be fluid and flexible, something the universal translator couldn’t comprehend. At the end of his sentence he smirked. Kovan could imagine the polite torture the landing party no doubt found themselves in.

Ensign ch’Sirhc


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