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Main Sim - Welcoming Guests

Posted Oct. 1, 2021, 3:26 p.m. by Gamemaster Deus Ex Machina (GM) (Luke Hung)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Kohr (Executive Officer) in Main Sim - Welcoming Guests

Posted by Captain Rende Asam (Captain) in Main Sim - Welcoming Guests

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Markus paused as Fayth approached and went to scanning him over. He flashed her a brief and warm smile. Along with it came a sense of warmth and interest, textured and tinged with a thin layer of due cation or healthy paranoia. The latter was not directed at her but their guest. So too came a sense of connection. A fidelity to his emotions and a clarity of thought that most on the crew did not possess. And then the mental contact broadened, like the surface of two marbles making contact, just enough to make a link, send a message. ~Keep an eye on that joker, will you? And send me the data you got off him?~ The tone and feel came across as conspiratorial, in a friendly manner. He was worried, but hoped it was nothing. They still needed to know what was going on with their guest, and it was his job, and hers to an extent, to find out what was going on with him.

OOC: Pasting this in from the bottom: medically speaking there are no detectable biologicals that would cause diseases or illness or have a negative effect that is detectable. He is a healthy, large biped humanoid with complex brain function, notably more advanced than most humanoids, but not so abnormally so to be a danger. It is more likely that instead of his race having an average 100 IQ. they probably have an average of 130.

Fayth looked at the science officer, wide-eyed, surprised by the contact. But she met his gaze and nodded, and then moved on to the next person. She moved back over toward Sharvi and Cpt Asam. “Everyone is clear of contaminants Cpt.” And she sent the information off to sickbay and science.

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?”

As the Exec approached the ‘guest’, Issac tensed. Eyes jumped around; examining the situation and firing lines, trying to predict what could go wrong. Casually, he sidestepped out from behind the Captain; letting his hand fall to the butt of his phaser. The tone of their guest was difficult to interpret, but the words were unmistakable - a challenge had been issued; and by Issac’s reckoning, the Exec was unlikely to back down. Quietly, he muttered to Captain Rende. “Ma’am… should we intervene? Or let this play out?”

-Forgrave, CoS

Rende’s face didn’t give anything away but she shook her head ‘no.’ She trusted Kohr and she was interested to see what this ‘Lord’ Hab’rabi, Third of his name. Holder of the Challis of Greon, Second to the Honored Remnants’ really thought of himself. She would intervene if and when it was necessary.

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.”

Hab’rabi paused, “I don’t see why that required you to stand in my path. A more aggressive person would see that as a challenge.” Hab’rabi glanced at Rende.

Kohr felt his brow raise at the statement. He had to remind himself that this alien had not seen, nor engaged with, a Klingon before and therefore did not understand his way. He had presented himself before Hab’rabi out of duty to his captain and respect for their guest, a greeting between honorable men. While the Klingon’s instinct was one of wariness where the lordling was concerned, his responsibility as a Federation officer overshadowed it completely. It was curious that Hab’rabi felt that Kohr standing at his superior’s shoulder was impeding him somehow; it was his place, after all. Perhaps a curiosity of culture?

Kohr took a measured breath, relaxed the fists that had curled behind his back. The warrior within had brindled at the terms “aggressive” and “challenge,” but the officer within had recognized the discomfort and anxiety mounting in the room. His pride was not worth the dishonor to Rende should there be an… incident. Instead, he broke eye contact with the alien and turned his attention to the captain.

Were I ‘aggressive’, he thought wryly to himself, there would be no room for debate.

Rende turned and nodded firmly and crisply to Kohr, “Quite correct, Cmdr. Lord’ Hab’rabi, let me formally introduce Commander Kohr, Executive Officer, Bane of the Dominion, and Honored Son of the Empire, and myself, Captain Rende Asam, Keeper of the Eldorin, Calmer of Firinscneach (Irish - masculine), Wielder of the Baininscneach (Irish- feminine).” Eldorin of course would be the only one who would know what she’d just said, unless of course they could speak Irish. “As for facing you directly,” and Rende might be short compared to the two men facing off, but her gaze met Hab’rabi’s quite directly and clearly, “It is considered a great insult in our culture to not do so. To look away or not meet one’s gaze is a sign of great disrespect and dishonesty. I see that we must proceed with care, so as not to misunderstand each other. You would agree that explanations and pause for thought would be in everyone’s best interest.” It wasn’t a question, nor was it an order, but experience and wisdom.

“Fair enough.” He waited a moment. “Have I reached the sufficient duration for it not to be insulting?”

Another slow, measured breath. Silent. In and out.

Rende smiled gently and inclined her head, “We appreciate the gesture. And do you have any formal greetings we should exchange?” Tit for tat.

“You have already been very gracious, my customs in this matter have been sufficiently addressed.” Hab’rabi seemed perfectly calm and satisficed.

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—

“No,” He chuckled, “Nothing like that… not that any are alive if I had any. The three highest ranked officers are still in status. If we received a more consistent power source I could bring them over,” He looked at the Captain, “Not that I’m complaining. you could have just as easily been pirates and attempted to kill me and what’s left of my crew in their sleep.”

Such a large vessel for only four? What had happened to the crew that only that many were left? Kohr pondered the implications. Perhaps any that remained were civilians and therefore not included in his statement. It certainly illustrated their need for assistance, whether from the Viking or a starbase.

OOC: There were many more, but it seems that many died in stasis.

“We are going to see what we can do,” Rende assured.

Kalika had headed for the bay as they direction of the guest changed from transporter to shuttle arrival. But seeing so many folks there, she detoured and headed for the officer’s mess.

Kalika
Security

Before Kalika could leave she was stopped by the short doctor for a quick scan, and scanned NE Lt JG Tessa as well. (OOC: Are Kalika and Tessa healthy? Just making sure instead of assuming.)

There does not appear to be anything medically different. All bio signs are consistent with their last medical appointment. No signs of infection, no elevated temps, no strange microbes.

She also looked around for the CIO who left without being scanned.

She looked at the medical officer, “Is everyone clear to proceed, Doctor?”

Rende, CO

Markus shunted the data from his and Kohr’s scans to the science lab and began letting the computers there start chewing and crunching the data, passing it through various analysis methods. He didn’t like the way things were shaping up, at least so far.

Lt Woods, CSO

Rende nodded, “Good, everyone has been cleared, shall we? Lt Forgrave will you lead the way please.” Rende let Kohr and Forgrave lead and then she stopped to look at Eldorin, “I need options, El. and quick for what we can offer.” Then she followed the rest of the assemblage out toward the state room on Deck 25.

Rende, CO
Fayth, Medical

Kohr nodded and turned on his heels, making for the shuttle bay exit. Out of habit he took a quick head count, frowning as he noted the discrepancy between the mission detail and the returnees. Muttering his excuses, the Klingon stepped aside in the hallway and let everyone else pass; curious glances were met with an assuring nod. Once the procession was a polite distance away, he tapped his comm badge.

“Computer,” he growled. “Locate Kalika Darz.”

Lieutenant Darz is in the mess hall.” came the matter-of-fact reply.

The Klingon made a thoughtful noise before marching in the direction of the nearest turbolift. Oddities were beginning to pile up in the back of his mind, and Kohr was determined to sort them out soon.
—Kohr, Executive Officer—

“This is a large group for just me? Is this a standard welcome?” Hab’rabi looked about. “If this is some sort of modification due to my rank, please don’t bother. I’m not offended or impressed in either respect. In fact, I feel like I’m more under guard…”

He paused, “Which, if I am, I of course understand.”

Hab’rabi.


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