Posted by Lieutenant William B. Grey (Chief Science Officer) in Main Sim - Four Days Later - Arrival To Alstair Prime

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The comm systems finally came alight with replies once the Merrimack came into a standard orbit. Translations took a moment for Inola but eventually she got a simple audio message and simiplier text message to accompany it. =/\= USS Merrimack, we the Tri-Council members welcome you to our home. We have received news of your ability to transmit by matter teleportation. You may either use this or a manual extracurricular vehicle to land at the following coordinates to meet with us within 30 local minutes. =/\= It said. The voice on the end was female sounding in the usual sing song like tones.

William only took passing scans so to avoid any hostile appearances. Of course, he’d prefer to take as many deep dive scans as he could as a new civilization being discovered was a Scientists’s dream.

“William,” Glen asked, “have your passive scans detected anything? What do your instruments read? Can you increase range?”

Scans revealed much of what they already were seeing a primitive by their standards barely warp capable race of what seemed an all female based humanoid species. Longer range scans showed the region they were in showed a high volume of rogue asteroids, comets, and a likelihood at time for Ion storms. Though no such storms were in evidence right now.

“Not much unexpected,” William said turning around in his chair to face the Captain “Technology on par with their current interstellar capabilities. The system does have a large number of asteroids and comets floating around” He looked back momentarily “Also the likelihood for Ion Storms in the near future, nothing to be concerned about right now.”

“Plot courses of the major asteroids,” instructed Glen, “See if any pose a threat to their planet, and whether we can do anything about that.”

Projections of a series of asteroids were showing some could be a danger in time, but also picked up as a result of such a check, were small drone like objects on fusion power armed with high energy laser weapons. They seemed to be on a patrol pattern in groups of four around the system’s edge of interior areas. About 12 of these groups were so arranged and as they watched one group set upon a scattering of fragments which could be a danger to a nearby docked ship but instead the fragments were vaporized. In turn a larger fifth follow up drone was seen harvesting the minerals from the fragments likely for later processing. It was in essence a crude way to handle a lack of deflector shielding on likely older designs. Not to mention efficient in harvesting for mineral use.

Glen contacted Sickbay. =/\= Dr. Saark, are you Alstair patients well enough to be transported to planetary hospitals? is this something we should have arranged yet?”

Hal was busy with scanning for any energy build ups. Which would indicate weapons systems. “Captain, remind me to speak to you later,” he said. ” ‘Never heard of the Orions’ indeed. “

“Obviously, I’ve heard of them,” smiled Glen. The Orion pirates had been a real pain in the butt to the Merrimack this previous year just passed. “And one day I might tell you the story of when I was a young Commander, and had to transport six Orion slave girls to Earth. The trip took two very long weeks. The crew discipline was difficult to say the least.... No, our First Officer has 1,000 years of knowledge, and I haven’t begun to scrape the surface of what he knows yet.”

“I was deep undercover with them for two years, Sir,” Hal said. “Individually, they’re okay. As a bunch? They are formidable.”

“Right, well we’d better go and meet the Tri-Council,” Glen said. “Kord, I think we should Transport the landing party down rather than a shuttlecraft. They seem to be comfortable with that. Do you agree?”

“I’d like Inola to come to translate, and yourself Kord. Hal, I’ll need you for security, and bring a few of your men. William, I’ll leave you with the Bridge again. It will build up your Command hours for that promotion exam. Tia will still be keeping their ship in one piece, and Saark is still administering to their wounded. I’d like to give a few younger officers the chance to see a nascent civil society untouched by the Federation. Helmsman Lucas, I would like you to beam down too.”

“Let’s meet in Transporter Room A in twenty minutes!” Glen announced.

“Yes sir” came the reply from the Cadet.

Kord nodded and left to prepare for transport.

William blinked twice at the Captain’s comment, he had been wondering why he’d been given command so often as of late and the thought of the promotion exam hadn’t crossed his mind. His career advancement rarely did as when he first joined Starfleet he wasn’t even a commissioned officer.

Glen was serious when he wondered about the knowledge that Kord must have accumulated after 1000 years, However, if he was to discover it, then he would need to prise it out of him. His First Officer rarely said more than a few words to him.

“Any further questions?” the Captain asked Inola, William, Hal and Lucas. “If not, then I’d better go get a change of clothing for the landing party too.”

After replied to any questions Captain Glen, followed Kord from the Bridge. He would go to his Quarters and then to the Transporter Room.

• Glen, CO

Inola saluted with a grin, barely containing her excitement.

-Inola, Comms

William stood up and moved up to the central chair, sighing as he looked at the viewscreen. Once more unto the fray He thought to himself and sat down.

CSO

Looking into the view screen William would find themselves in orbit safe and sound, not much else for the moment to do but wait out the meeting to come.

GM CockRoach

William crossed his legs and got comfortable, this was what he disliked about having the Conn, there was little to actually physically do. On his station, he could run diagnostics and look at sensor readouts for hours on end without getting bored and that was when they had nothing to do, he still hadn’t figured out what one does in the center chair to pass the times between the occasional reports.

CSO

William had one of the crewmen bring him a cup of tea as he listened in on the away team. It seems they had a transporter malfunction. His first thought wa that he was glad not to have used that infernal device to transport down with them.

CSO