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Posted by Captain Rende Asam (Captain) in Main Sim - Welcoming Guests
Posted by Gamemaster Deus Ex Machina (Gamemaster) in Main Sim - Welcoming Guests
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“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.
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?”
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.
Eldorin looked to her with a tired smile and said,”Rende my dear you never want to give me enough time to think about the proper syntax of a sentence let alone enough time for issues onboard, whatcha need?” He said as the corners of his lips curled from a straight line to a smile as he said, “Options for antimatter transfer. I’m on it. I’ve got NE Perkins getting 3 liters of anti-deuterium from the storage on Deck 25. Given the proper safety procedures it should be ready to transport within the hour.”
Issac nodded. “This way, please.” Taking the lead with Kohr, he periodically glanced down at his PaDD, following the path that NE Braxton had hopefully cleared for them.
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.”
Forgrave couldn’t help but tense slightly at Hab’rabi’s mention of being under guard; and glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, hoping it wasn’t too obvious. In a way, that was exactly the case - they may be an Honor Guard, but the word ‘Guard’ was key in Issac’s mind. The universe was nothing if not unpredictable, and Forgrave intended to prevent any ‘incidents’ from occurring. His goal was firstly to protect the ship and her crew; and secondly their guest.
Rende looked around, “This is fairly standard, Lord Hab’rabi. My senior staff, so that we can gauge how best we can assist you, and a two officer honor guard.” She watched as some of the officers broke off to go about their business. She nodded to Kohr as he went to deal with the pressing issue of ship’s business. The CIO had gone to do what ever sneaky things he did, Forgrave and his honor guard were with her, Lt Woods and Lt Sharvi as well. Eldorin was off finding power solutions and would rejoin them when he had answers. And of course Cmdr Korczak was invaluable and she was glad to see him still with the party. As they walked Rende tried to move the party along while keeping an eye out for those floating lights and what they were doing. “If I may ask, your titles? Third of his name seems self explanatory but Holder of the Challis of Greon, Second to the Honored Remnants, is there an intellectual explanation you would be willing to give me to appease my curiosity? I have a certain fascination with individual’s cultures. It is why we are out here among the stars, after all.”
OOC: Luke are we good to just head to the meeting area or do we have problems along the way?
OOC Nope no issues… right to the meeting room.
Hab’rabi seemed to smirk slightly, “Oh okay.” He said in response to this was standard behavior. “Most of them have no real relevance the are items that held religious value on my planet. Georon was a saint who, according to legend, drank from a challis and was able to hold open the doors to heaven to allow the first of our race into the afterlife… all probably a myth.” He smiled. “But the Challis itself still holds value. Also my family were the second that were able to ascend into the motes… the remnants that were our… souls.”
he shrugged… “I usually don’t go through all that effort. It seemed appropriate at the time. I thought we were being formal. I’m sorry if I over-spoke.”
“Not at Lot Hab’rabi. As I said I’m very curious about the people and cultures we meet. I was just curious of the significance. And ate these remnants you speak of…are these notes of light that travel with you?” While Rende listened, through her empathic abilities she tried to ascertain if Hab’rabi was being truthful or deceitful with them.
He walked slightly behind the captain as he didn’t quite know where they were going. “Can we discuss the matter of the anti=matter?”
The arrived at the state rooms and Rende triggered the door to open, trusting that Forgave and his team had already swept the room to make it safe and ensure this alien ship did not have more surprises for them. “Yes we can. Please enter and be welcome. While we talk do you need or want food or drink?”
The state room had indeed been prepared and swept, ready for the small congregation. NE Heimdel stood quietly in a corner, nodding politely towards the party as they entered. She made no effort to move, wanting to remain unobtrusive; or at least, as much as that was possible for the tall Nordic woman.
OOC: The alien ship? You are all on the Viking.
“I presume water is available? I’m unaware of the proteins or carbohydrates you have available.” He tapped one of his wrist guards. “My personal scanner will be able to determine if any food or drink offered is toxic.”
Rende moved over to the replicator and ordered several glasses of water and set them on the table and then a mix of finger foods, high in protein and carbohydrates, that would hopefully contain something that he could eat. “We have much available if nothing there is safe for your consumption. Please,” she waved at the table and the food and water. She took a glass and then a pimento cheese sandwich and took a bite.
“My chief engineer tells me that he is working on options for antimatter transfer. He may need to see your access hatch for your storage unit to make sure the container is compatible. They are preparing 3 liters of anti-deuterium from our storage. Given the proper safety procedures it should be ready to transport within the hour.”
The Alien looked relieved, “Captain that would be a miraculous gift. You already have access to my ship, via your transporter. If this is true I can awake the remainder of my crew to assist your teams.”
“While we wait for my engineering team to finalize their work, perhaps you would tell me about how you ended up so far from home?” Rende was sure that her officers had already gotten this information but she had yet to be given that information.
Just then, the Klingon’s voice purred through the security chief’s comm badge. =^=Kohr to Forgrave. Has Lieutenant Darz joined you yet?=^=
—Kohr, Executive Officer—
OOC: She had not made it from the dining hall as of yet. I don’t want to post for a PC too much. (Luke)
Forgrave frowned slightly as his badge squawked in his ear. Nodding politely to the others, he moved off to the side of the room, where his conversation would be less likely overheard. =/\=No Sir; Haven’t seen Lt. Darz at all, neither have I heard from her. Issac frowned as he considered the name; not knowing the Lt. well enough to decide if he should be concerned or not. I think we’re covered here; I have NE Braxton and Heimdel with me. But I don’t like officers disappearing just as we have guests aboard - makes me concerned that something else is going on.=/\=
=^=Agreed.=^= There was a heavy, cautious pause. =^=Attend the captain, but when your duty is complete I would hear your concerns. Kohr out.=^=
Rende cast a curious glance at Forgrave. If he needed to go check on something she would leave it in his capable hands to deal with.
“Captain,” He paused as if the thought bothered him, “I guess the short version Our home planet, was about to have an extinction level event, based on overproduction, mining, and frankly not treating our homeworld with the respect it deserved. Many ships such as ours were designed, and launched. However our section of the galaxy, did not have a wealth of usable planets to settle, so each ship was set to a different planet in distant corners of the galaxy. Not too clustered together just in case we encountered a hostile race that would enslave or kill us.”
As I told your crew members before I came aboard. “It was supposed to be a 200 year journey, but a cosmic event caused both damage and a course error that we could not rectify. So we continued on the new course set… and 600 years later… here we are.”
“Do you have the original coordinates for your ship and the others? I can put in an inquiry and maybe find more of your people. Help you reunite with them.”
Hab’rabi paused with a slight smile. “I have the original coordinates for our destination.” He tilted his head. “However, we have long since past that world. I don’t know what information you could glean from that, that would be helpful. As to the other ships, they also are 600 years distant… I will not waste anyone’s time discussing something that is at best a dream that came true 2 lifetimes ago, or at worse a tragedy that I can not change and don’t want to know about.”
“Can we instead handle the transfer of the Anti matter…” He said hopefully
Rende found it strange that with only a handful of people left he would not want to attempt to find the rest of his people. Difference in cultures she guessed. She and Eldorin were odd for El-Aurians, but even they had helped as they could in passing on information about where their people had settled. “Well we still have about 40 minutes before my engineers are ready to make a transfers. So let’s be frank. I am loathe to leave any ship afloat and innocent people without what they need. However I don’t know you are innocent, of course you don’t know that of us either. And I am forbidden from giving aid to someone who might use that aid to attack us. So we need to address that concern so that I can render you aid. Any ship entering Federation space is expected to submit to a health and safety inspection. You were most gracious to submit for the heath inspection. We would like to conduct the safety inspection as we work on repairs. It insures your ship is structurally safe but also not emminating radiation or other harmful substances. You’ve traveled quite a way while you slept. And I am sure you have questions and concerns as well.”
“No man who has lived is truly innocent. I’ve done things I’ve regretted, but as a people and as a leader I have not been dishonorable or cruel. What’s left of my crew deserve to live.”
“Captain, I’d be a liar if I pretended that I had any ability to refuse this ‘safety inspection’ which is an excuse to search my ship. I need what you can give me, and I have no means, to force you to give it to me, nor any item of great value to barter for it.” He shrugged. “You been on my ship, and members of your crew are still there. So what else do you need of me.” He tone was resigned, tired. “I will, if you need offer myself as insurance for the remaining members of my crew.” He held his hands up, “Your prisoner. Captain.”
Markus shook his head as he sat, tapping away at the large PaDD in his hands. He’d been regarding it for a while, pouring over the data that he’d picked up from his own scans, Kohr’s scans, as well as that young Betazoid medical officer from earlier. His mind wandered back to her for a moment before returning to his work and the puzzle in front of him. At the same time he had an ever-increasing nagging feeling in his gut but years of playing cards kept it off his face.
At the same time, he focused on the others in the rooms, taking in whatever empathic and telepathic impressions he could, surface thoughts. it was less intrusion and more just listening, as he had been for a while. But so far he’d gained very little from their guest. Everyone else’s caution was easy to pick up on though, and his own wariness had steadily risen. After the waving-away of the potential survival of others of his species…? That didn’t bode well.
After a moment he paused, pursed his lips, then went back to tap-tap-tapping. Then tap, then spared a glance to Captain Rende once more.
Lt Woods, CSO
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