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Posted by Lieutenant Commander Kohr (Executive Officer) in Main Sim [Bridge]: The Kestrel and the Shrike

Posted by Captain Rende Asam (Captain) in Main Sim [Bridge]: The Kestrel and the Shrike
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Rende listened to the chatter, the ideas and processing them. “I like that idea Cmdr Kohr. Let’s get engineering up here so we can set up a power transfer.” She turned back to science and tactical, “Do you we know where Lt Cmdr Sigmundsson is with the shuttle?”

=/\=Rende to Korczak. We are aware of the ship’s need for power, we do not currently have the amount of anti-matter being requested. Get the engineering officer to find out what they can about the power needs and configuration of the ship and we will set up a power transfer beam. That should give them enough to at least activate life support and basic functions.=/\=

=/\=Rende to Engineering.=/\= Her voice barked out. She’d requested Lt Stone several minutes ago with no answer. =/\=Is everything alright? Lt Stone is needed on the bridge, post haste=/\=

Rende, CO

Eldorin’s voice came through inexplicably a few minutes later, the coloring on his uniform was the same but this time he seemed a bit more in tune with what he was doing onboard. “Captain I have NE Jenkins on his way right now, please excuse the delay, my rather sudden change in duties has me a little frazzled.”

Rende’s expression didn’t give it away but she knew Eldorin was loving every moment of this. When NE Jenkins appeared she nodded to him briefly as he took his station.

GM

=^=Sigmundsson to Viking, we have docked with the Alien Vessel, starting preliminary scans to see if it’s safe for entry=^=

CIO

Kohr tapped his comm badge, keying his voice low. =^=Understood, stand by. We are preparing a power transfer to the alien ship and will be taking her in-tow. If all goes well, the away team will be returning to the Viking shortly.=^=

The Klingon turned to the helmsman. “Bring us to within ten thousand kilometers off the alien ship’s bow, then prepare a course to the nearest starbase.”

The response from the shuttle came only moments later =^=Copy that, We’ll secure this egress and wait on your word. Sigmundsson out=^= The gruff voice of the Intelligence Chief said before closing the channel.

“Aye, sir,” came the reply.

“Lieutenant, once we are in position lock on to the vessel with a tractor beam,” he called back to Pearson. “I want a small security detail ready at Transporter Room Two should our guest accept our hospitality, and alert both science and medical teams in case they are needed.”

Turning to Rende, the Klingon stared at her for a hard moment. “They do not appear to be hostile, Captain.” He did not attempt to keep the edge from his tone. It was not his way. “However, I find the unusual readings from their vessel… disquieting, and recommend we maintain yellow alert until we learn more about them.”
—Kohr, Executive Officer—

Kalika agreed with the XO. Sure, they seemed to be under minimal power… Sure, they seemed to be kind, or at least not hostile… and Sure, they hadn’t shown any aggression. But still, like the XO, her hackles were on edge as she rose after sending requests to security and medical channels requesting accompanyment to Transporter Room One for guest receiving. As she turned to the XO and stood up, she shook her head. “No, Sir. No current concerns. Though I think rather than parading them through the ship, perhaps taking them to the Officer’s Lounge on Deck 2 so there is minimal wanderings once he is here?” She knew it wasn’t a spectacular place to accept guests, but the small lounge should be sufficient for the single guest and the view was just as nice as any ready room. And it was close enough to the transporter room that there wouldn’t be any long walks either.

Kalika
Security

“I agree, Cmdr.,” Rende responded still staring at the vessel. “Let’s not engage the tractor beam until we’ve informed our…them. We don’t want to provoke them. So let’s see if one of our engineering officers can get us the information we need to get that going, and then Lt Asam can come back and determine if and how much antimatter we might spare.”

=/\=Cpt Asam to Lt Asam or En. O’Larria. We are prepared to provide a power transfer but we need to know the frequency the vessel requires in order to begin the transfer beam.=/\=

Then, =/\= Asam to Korczak. Please inform the ship’s commander we know the power transfer won’t solve all their power problems, but we can tow them to the nearest starbase to complete repairs.=/\=

Rende, CO

Kohr stood unmoving before the viewscreen, watching as the helmsman moved the Viking into position just ahead of the alien vessel. It gave him a chance to get a better visual inspection as they passed along its dorsal axis. Were I a crewman aboard such a behemoth, he mused to himself, I would not have allowed it to slumber as deathly quiet so very far from home. It certainly seemed strange to him, filled his mind with more questions than answers. The chief of these was how a vessel with sophisticated and automated systems enough to provide stable atmosphere for guests had allowed itself—and its crew, even the few they were being led to believe still survived—to become so depleted.

For all their scans, the alien vessel appeared largely undamaged and functional. It was true that he was not familiar with the rigors of a journey such as theirs, but knowing what he did about space travel it had fared better than one would expect. No signs of structural damage or weapons fire mottled her hull, no variation or excess radiation in her emission trail. Had he not known the truth of its origin, it could have been any vessel known to the Federation drifting lazily in the void beside the Viking and not a metal-plated mystery. The Klingon frowned, only deepening the furrows in his cranial ridge.

Remain calm, he reminded himself. The away team had been gone less than an hour and would surely return soon. First, stabilize their life support. Next, answers. Nothing beyond that, not until we know who they are and what their mission is.
—Kohr, Executive Officer—

CIO

NE Jenkins appeared off the turbolift only a few seconds after as though he were a necessary plot device. Taking up residence at the closest station he said, “I can reverse the polarity of our bussard collectors, inverting the magnetic fields that we use to collect fuel. From there I can run the warp core under a 1/4 load which should be able to vent a highly charged plasma that the other ship should be able to pick up and take the residual charge, no matter what their systems are configured for.”

NE Jenkins

With a glance at Kohr and a nod, “Alright Jenkins, start the power transfer.” Jenkins nodded and keeping in touch with Eldorin started the power transfer to the alien ship.

Rende, CO

The bluish beam hit the deflector projector. The dish glowed slightly but absorbed about 80% of the transmitted power. Several gigawatts were transferred in a minute and the ship just seemed to take it in without changed much outwardly. It soon became clear that the first thing the ship was doing was recharging its batteries before doing anything else with the gained power.

GM

Kohr watched the power transfer with a mixture of apprehension and disappointment. Was their technology so damaged or outdated that they could not take the energy more efficiently, or could something else explain the twenty percent bleed? The behemoth seemed inclined to glut itself on their offered current with wanton abandon, showing nothing for it in return. A great greedy beast, the Klingon mused darkly, and all the more reason to distrust it.

“Should it not attempt to sustain or revive its remaining crew?” he mused quietly to himself, his disquiet building. But the away team would be returning soon, hopefully with more answers than questions. That would have to suffice.

Kohr turned to the science and engineering personnel. “What would explain such a gross power fall-off? Are our systems functioning properly?”
—Kohr, Executive Officer—