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Posted by Lieutenant Issac Forgrave (Chief of Security) in Main Sim - Welcoming Guests

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Peter Sigmundsson (Chief Intelligence Officer) in Main Sim - Welcoming Guests
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Similar to his companions, the floating motes of light caught Forgrave’s firm attention. He made a dedicated effort to keep himself from focusing on the specs, but their constant, random movement made that difficult. Giving himself a mental shake, he shifted his attention to their guest’s hands; trying to guess at their attitude - if they were keyed up or more relaxed. From there, he gave the area around the shuttle a quick sweep; along with it’s open hatch. It was habit more than anything else; he hadn’t seen any signs that he needed to follow up after his people - this was a well-established crew, and most everyone knew their roles and responsibilities.

Forgrave, CoS

“I must thank you and your ship for your rescue.” He paused. “I only wish it were more timely.” Presumably he was referring to the high number of deactivated hyper-sleep chambers on his vessel.

“No thanks necessary. Hopefully we can find a way to assist. Your ship has asked for anti-matter. Our chief engineer will have to see how much we have on hand to spare, and if not we can work on other ways we might fix your power problem.” Rende turned and motioned Lt Sharvi over. “This is my medical officer. Ship’s protocol requires everyone,” she placed emphasis on the word so that Hab’rabi would understand it wasn’t just him, and Sharvi would understand to scan the away team as well to buy them some time, “arriving back on board or for the first time to be scanned for any contaminants.”

He glanced about. “Your ship seems very modern.”

“Any volume of anti-matter would be helpful. The power beam is enough to keep us running, but the anti-matter is a long time resource… teach a Lord to fish and all.”

Hab’rabi.
GM

Rende looked around as if taking in her ship with a different perspective before returning her gaze to him, “Exactly how long have you been asleep, sir?”

Markus said very little on the shuttle ride back. Almost forty thousand klicks was a long way but a short trip for a vessel that could reach a significant fraction of the speed of light. Instead, he spent the intervening minutes studying all the data his tricorder had slurped up, especially the intense scans of Hab’rabi and those infernal motes of light.

After they’d docked and were disembarking, he noticed Kohr eyeing their guest after more lights fluttered about and through his head, then went to make a surreptitious scan. Markus peeled off unobtrusively as well and made his way over to the Klingon. He leaned against the bulkhead casually, then presented the tricorder and shunted it’s data into the scan buffer on the panel as well. “You saw that around Lord Harambe? I take it that’s troubling you too, Commander,” he murmured to his immediate boss.

Lt Woods, CSO.

((Luke, can we actually get some information on those lights? Markus has been running continual scans since he first whipped out his tricorder and hasn’t stopped. Kohr is scanning too. Despite whatever Hab’rabi says. We still need to know what our instrumentation shows. Even if it shows nothing at all.))

Hab’rabi seems to be fairly typical for a bi-ped of his height and build. Likely 30-40 percent stronger… maybe even faster than human. Cognitive abilities also seem advanced but brain analysis is hard to pin down.

The motes of light are electrical energy sources with no obvious way for them to be powered. The light carries electrical like current much like a memory system - a floating RAM memory stick is what it resembled when looked at by tri-corder, but incredibly complex and active. If the Federation bio gel backs were somehow capable of being non-corporal this is probably what the power flow looks like. When they entered Hab’rabi head on occasion they would illuminate a cluster of brain cells, perhaps 1 out of every 100 passages.

GM

While waiting for Sharvi to scan Hab’rabi and the away team Rende rested her arms behind her back. She made a circular motion with a single finger, hoping Kohr would notice and realize she wanted him to hurry up with whatever he was doing. She did NOT want those little will-o-whisps wandering her ship willy-nilly. They were on deck 32, and it was a long way to allow a stranger on their ship. She turned to Forgrave, her voice low for his ears only, “There are spare guest/state rooms on deck 25. They are empty, I want a clear path there so we can welcome our guest in comfort.” She was not taking this ‘guest’ and his little floating lights past her engineering drive until they knew what they were dealing with.

Rende, CO

Issac nodded, thinking he may have an idea of what the Captain intended. “Yes Ma’am. We’re skipping the conference room?” It was less of a question than an observation, and he tried bringing up a mental map of the ship - and quickly gave up, as he remembered he was no longer aboard the Dresden. Damn; don’t know my way around yet! “You’d like a uh… sanitized route, Ma’am? I think we can arrange that.” Issac nodded to himself, not quite waiting for a response as he considered what he wanted to do.

Kohr caught the captain’s curious gesture from the corner of his eye. Tapping a few final commands into the terminal, he set the computer to monitor the strange energy signatures and transmit the data to both the science and medical departments for later study. It was his fervent hope that the phenomenon was singular to the alien and the motes were not independent. He would investigate later; they had more pressing matters to deal with.

Hab’rabi looked down at the medical officer… “Does this require a tissue sample.” He held his arms akimbo. Then back to the Captain. “I am at your disposal Captain. Your precautions are, of course, reasonable and necessary.” He waited for the Doctor to be done.

GM

Forgrave unobtrusively signaled for NE Braxton. The boulder-esque man stepped sharply over, looking up slightly at Forgrave with dark, intent eyes. They had served aboard The Dresden together, and Issac was grateful to see he and NE Heimdel had been transferred to the Viking along with him. “Braxton; change of plans. We’re taking our guest to the state room on deck 25; and I think our Captain is wanting to play it safe with those uh, floating things. You and Heimdel work up a clean route there; without taking us past anything uh, sensitive; ya follow? Same as before, let’s make sure that route is clear of all non-essential personnel. Once you’ve got that, upload the route to our PaDDs so we know where we’re going.”
NE Braxton nodded slowly, processing the request. “Yes Sir; can do.” With a curt nod, he spun on his heel and exited the bay, already on the comms.

Seeing that the Captain had things in hand and that the Security Chief was preparing a secure route for them he leaned to the First Officer “If I may be excused, sir. I should send a preliminary report to Starfleet Intelligence whilst our guest gets situated” He whispered, allowing the Captain to engage with the Alien Lord.

CIO

Kohr nodded, keying his voice similarly. “Of course. Proceed at your discretion.”

The Klingon moved past the intelligence officer as to interrupt the eye for a brief moment, closing to a respectful distance at Rende’s shoulder. It seemed many of the crew held the same regard for the alien as he—one of curious apprehension. There was as much arrogance as confidence in the strange being, a mannerism that Kohr recognized in his own people. It did nothing to ease the knot in his skull, but perhaps that was the point.

“Lieutenant Command Kohr,” he stated, facing Hab’rabi directly. “You are…?”
—Kohr, Executive Officer—

Peter gave the Commander a curt nod then moved out of the Shuttlebay with some haste.

CIO

-Forgrave, CoS

Hab’rabi looked at him for a moment. “Lord’ Hab’rabi, Third of his name. Holder of the Challis of Greon, Second to the Honored Remnants.” He could not help but look down at the Klingon since he was full foot taller. “You face me directly, What are your intentions?”

Hab’rabi.

Kohr held his ground, fazed only by the odd question. He’d dealt with men such as Hab’rabi more times than he cared to count: entitled, privileged, arrogant. Size did not intimidate the Klingon; he’d faced foes half the alien’s size and twice as lethal. Likewise titles meant little here, so very far from any system that would honor them. Kohr clasped his hands behind his back patiently, met Hab’rabi’s gaze steadily.

“My… intentions,” he replied cooly, calmly, “are to provide safety and security to my ship and my crew. It is my duty as second to my captain, and as a warrior. I would expect—as a lord—you to understand such duty and that it may require directness.”

Without breaking eye contact, the Klingon raised his voice slightly to carry to the gathered away team. “I expect a full report from each of you by seventeen-hundred hours. We will convene tomorrow to decide how best to assist Lord Hab’rabi and his crew.”

Kohr’s tone and manner were no different than had a bolian dignitary stood before him. He was always direct with his orders, after all. The alien’s manner galled him a bit, much as he was loathe to admit it. The unctuous tone of station always did. Something in his aloof way, the ambiguous candor of his curiosity. It slid against the inside of his skull like a tarkellian eel, slipping through his thoughts when he held it too tightly. But for honor’s sake, he would not allow that to affect his performance.

“If there are any special accommodations your species requires while you are aboard,” he casually offered to Hab’rabi, “feel free to make us aware. Should we expect any of your crew to join you? Attendants, perhaps?”
—Kohr, Executive Officer—