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Posted Oct. 29, 2021, 10:41 p.m. by Lieutenant Eldorin Asam (Chief Engineer) (Brian Richards)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Kohr (Executive Officer) in main sim - Senior Staff Meeting (TAG all Senior Staff)

Posted by Captain Rende Asam (Captain) in main sim - Senior Staff Meeting (TAG all Senior Staff)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Kohr (Executive Officer) in main sim - Senior Staff Meeting (TAG all Senior Staff)
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Rende left Hab’rabi with Forgrave’s people and with Korczak the option to stay and learn more about their guest or to report to the senior staff meeting. =/\=Rende ot all senior staff. Report the conference room immediately.=/\=

She walked onto the bridge. “Kohr, where are we?” She didn’t wait for pleasantries, this whole thing stunk to her and what she wanted was a target to confront…what did they used to call it? Cowboy diplomacy. She waved him to join her on the way to the conference room.

The Klingon stood, moved to follow. His voice was steel against bone. “We have taken the behemoth—pardon, the alien vessel—in-tow and are en route to Starbase One-Eight-Five at Warp Three. Once our engineering teams can be aboard for study and ensure its integrity, we can increase speed as appropriate.”

She nodded, good let command deal with Hab’rabi. “Have we heard back from 185 yet or command on what they want us to do with him and his ship?”

“No, sir.” Rende wouldn’t like that any more than he did, but it was what it was. “I reported our position and course, as well as all relevant data since our initial encounter.”

The ready room door snapped open and Rende plowed through it like a cob’lat on the scent. Kohr was not ready for her to stop suddenly, nearly collided with her.

“Lt Yorba you have the bridge.” Rende barked out in a voice that sent marines running in fear centuries before.

Kohr and Yorba exchanged looks. Yorba blinked, then shrugged before sitting down. “Aye, Captain. And… good luck, Commander.”

He nodded. The air seemed charged as the doors closed, leaving them alone for the moment. Kohr moved to take his seat at the table, backed by a sea of rushing light, but paused when his PaDD clacked against its smooth surface.

“Captain,” he said carefully, taking the back of the chair in his hands. “I feel it is my duty to inform you that I am… unsettled by the mysterious compliment of the alien vessel. Further, I have noticed a disturbing change in Commander Sigmundsson’s normally-dependable behavior. Are we certain that nothing beyond Hab’rabi came aboard with the shuttle?”

Rende paused, total stillness and looked at him. “And where is Sigmundsson now? And what exactly is this change, specifically? And no I’m not. The man makes the whole crew nervous, or those d@m^edable lights do. And he’s slick like a seagull caught in an oil spill. I don’t trust him and I don’t want him on my ship any longer than necessary.”

“I left him in the officer’s mess with Lieutenant Darz,” he rumbled pensively, then added, “another matter entirely, but one I will deal with.”

At her quizzical expression, Kohr briefly explained the encounter with the lackadaisical pair earlier. “I consider it odd that the commander would take his ease with alcohol while on-duty so soon after requesting permission to be dismissed to notify Starfleet of Hab’rabi’s arrival.”

“Crew becoming unnerved during initial contact with a new species is understandable,” he growled, as much to himself as to Rende, “but this… lack of discipline should not be. Not aboard the Viking, nor any other Starfleet vessel. I have set the computer to monitor all crew members’ positions in case of further deviance.”

The Klingon paused to take a breath, to reign in his rising anger. He chided himself for nearly losing his composure. No, he thought bitterly, now is not the time to lose focus. For the sake of the mission, and for the honor of my ship, I will remain composed.
—Kohr, Executive Officer—

(leaving room for arrivals)

Once the senior staff had arrived. “Updates, where are we, and by any gods that actually exist what the name of Dante’s Inferno are those LIGHTS?”

Rende, CO

Kohr tapped at his PaDD briefly, queuing up the data from the away team’s initial scans. The monitor behind Rende winked to wakefulness, and information began to wash down the glossy surface.

“These are the scans conducted by the away team before returning to the Viking,” he noted slowly. “While I am hoping that others will be able to elaborate, it appears that these autonomous energy pulses act much like our gel pacs—that is, they transmit and temporarily store data. They seem to have bioelectric properties, as they interact with the alien’s physiology and seem purposed to interface directly with his neural network.”

Kohr took a moment to look intently at those gathered, his ridged brow furrowed. “It is not clear if or how these energy pulses will affect the Vikinkg‘s systems, or the members of the crew. Until both Chief Asam and Lieutenant Sharvi understand the purpose and risk of these pulses, the senior staff should limit contact with the aliens; Hab’rabi should also be confined to non-critical areas of the ship. We do not know how autonomous these pulses are, and if they can interface with other forms of organic life there is no telling what secure information could be obtained by their interface with either the computer’s gel pacs or the senior staff.”
—Kohr, Executive Officer—

Eldorin leaned forward, setting his elbows on the table and leaning on his fists, “As far as I can tell Captain, te’ energy orbs are what the species believe to be te’ remnants of their race that have died and this is their afterlife. I’ve seen em’ interacting with te’ members of te’ crew and attracted to living organisms, and perhaps there is a chance they could interact wit’ te’ gel packs or other biological based systems. I’m working on a way to ‘discourage’ them interacting with our systems as much as I can, while respecting that these lights may very well be what remains of their ancestors. Don’t want to hurt em’ now do we?”

Eldorin, CE


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