Posted by Lieutenant Commander Ander Garay (Chief Engineer) in Reception Area, Starbase 842, Kirn System (Open to All)

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Zanderia Patterson (Doctor) in Reception Area, Starbase 842, Kirn System (Open to All)

Posted by Captain Jessip R. Quirst (Commanding Officer) in Reception Area, Starbase 842, Kirn System (Open to All)
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There was so much to do what with the Curie’s reactivation and the details of the upcoming mission. But Jessip knew that the best thing he could be focusing on was his crew. They had been pulled from posts all over the Federation. He knew some by reputation, but very few of them personally. A familiarity with the Darwin Class design was a bonus, but he knew with the decommissioning of the class he would find very few with that experience .

So now he found himself in a reception hall, a welcoming party for his new crew. A chance to put some faces to the names on their profiles. Taking a drink from one of the refreshment tables he walked towards a small gathering of crewmembers ready to mingle.

Jessip Quirst, CO

Jo’riah is an average size Bajoran male with a well groomed brown hair, tailored dress uniform and a earing on his left ear. With a glare, he scanned the room with his eyes to see what was going on.

Nesman, CoS

Jessip saw the Bajoran security officer and took notice of him checking out the room. ‘Always at work’ he mused to himself. He finished his drink in a long swig, then took another before he crossed to room to join him.

“Lieutenant Nesman,” Jessip stated as he extended the hand not holding his drink, “I am happy to finally meet you. I am Captain Jessip Quirst. I feel I almost know you from your service record.”

• Jessip Quirst, CO

Jo’riah reached out and fully extended his arm with uncertainty. “Ah yes Captain. I enjoy working more often. I will admit, human customs are not what I am used to Sir.”

Lieutenant Nesman, CoS

Jessip slowly waved his arm to seemingly encompass the room as he spoke, “One thing I have learned is that we all need some social interaction. And a gathering like this is a way to mingle and get to meet crewman you normally do not meet in our normal duties.”

“This a reason I prefer to serve on smaller ships. Less crewmen of course, but I find the comraderies can be strengthened when their are fewer people. And a Darwin class ship has fewer people.” Jessip added smile at the end of his statement and took a sip of his beverage. “So, Lieutenant. Since you have been looking over our fellow crewmembers, what do you see?”

Jessip Quirst, CO

The door to the reception area opened and short man carrying a large knapsack and a smaller haversack stepped into the room. His brown eyes scanned the room then widened in surprise as he recognized more than one person. He quickly stepped to the side and dropped his bags, then proceeded into the crowd greeting the familiar faces.

Garay, CE

Jessip had turned while speaking with Jo’riah, and saw the Engineer enter. The sight of him caused a smile and he motioned with two fingers for the man to join him and Jo’riah. He had specifically asked for Garay because he knew of the man’s skill and wanted a competent engineer in case the Curie had unforeseen issues after she returned from mothball.

• Jessip Quirst, CO.

Ander’s eyebrows nearly disappeared into his hairline when his eyes met Jessip’s. He worked his way through the crowd to the Captain, shaking hands with old friends as he went. He hadn’t seen Jessip in seven years, and his mind was whirling as pieces began to click into place.
“Captain!” He exclaimed when he arrived next to the man. “It’s good to see you, sir. I have to admit I’m a little overwhelmed. Due to some sort of clerical error I never received proper transfer orders. I had no idea I was being sent to work with you again,” Ander explained.

Garay, CE

Jessip clasped the Engineers hand tightly and gave it a good hearty shake as the former crewmates reunited. “It’s good to see you as well, Ander.”

“Yes…I believe I am the source of your bureaucratic snafus’. I did not get the necessary clearances in place for your transfer before I needed to ship out myself. All I could give the Starfleet Detailers were your destination location of Starbase 842.”

Jessip motioned for both Jo’riah and Ander to follow him as he moved towards the window. Once there he stopped and spent a moment or two looking. Then he spotted what he wanted the two of them to see. He pointed to the floating dry dock just blow the horizon of the station. Within the bright lights of the the dock as ship could be seen.

“Gentlemen, you are both here because our new ship is currently being refitted. I hope that we can embark on our new mission in about two weeks time.”

• Jessip Quirst, CO.

Ander felt a wave of anticipation flood through him. Having spent the last decade working on Starfleet’s newest ships, he had half-expected that this new assignment involved some secret design project. The urgency of his enigmatic transfer only seemed to confirm his suspicions. His gaze eagerly followed Jessip’s point to the drydock, and he squinted intently at the ship nestled inside. She was small, with her secondary hull slung above.
‘Springfield-class?’ He asked himself. ‘No,’ he decided immediately. The primary hull was blunt nosed and too angular. ‘Trident? No…’ The nacelles were tucked in beneath. ‘There aren’t many ships with that configuration. It looks almost like a…’ His eyes widened.
“A Darwin-class ship?” He asked in surprise. A slight smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, appreciating the irony of a Darwin being brought back here, but it was quickly replaced by a slight frown. He sighed with a slight hint of disappointment. The Darwin’s had been retired from active service years ago, and there were no plans to upgrade them further. Their usefulness even as a technology testbed was limited. So what the devil was he doing out here?

Garay, CE

The doors opened once more, and a woman dressed in some dress pants and a bluish shirt came in. Her long curly brown hair put into a braid that was put into a small bun. She looked at those in the room, and walked towards those gathered, her eyes watching them, hoping she wasn’t in the wrong reception. The ebbs of different emotions started to hit her, but they were quickly put aside for her want to interact with these three.

Patterson, Medical

As he was speaking he saw the another crewman coming over to join them. He knew her only from her record at the Academy, but that was exemplary. It took a bit of moxie and political pull to request one of the highest rated Medical cadets, but it worked out.

Jessip stepped forward to part both his Security and Engineer as he moved to greet the newcomer. “Lieutenant Patterson. I am Captain Jessip Quirst. It is good to finally meet you.” He extended his arm and gave hers a healthy shake as warmly greeted her.

She took his hand with a warm smile and a small chuckle, “Captain, a pleasure to finally put a face to a name. Thank you for requesting me.” she turned with him to the others.
Turning back to face the pair, he introduced her; “Gentlemen, this is Doctor Zanderia Patterson. One of the finest medical cadets to ever graduate from the Academy.”
Indicating the Bajorian first, he continued, “This is Jo’riah Nesman, Chief of Security, and Ander Garay, our Engineer.”

• Jessip Quirst, CO.

Ander extended a friendly hand to Zanderia.
“Welcome to our crew,” he said. He then turned his attention back to Jessip. “I have many questions about this mission, Captain. But let’s start with the ship. Why are they hauling an old clunker like that out of mothballs for us?” He gestured over his shoulder. “Surely there were other ships available.”

Garay, CE

She took Anders hand with a soft smile and a nod, “thank you. I hope we all work well together for sake of our mission.” her voice was soft, but her handshake firm and professional. Her eyes turned to Jessip as he began to talk.

Jessip regarded his assembled officers. He had hoped to share the mission at a later date, but it seems the like this is the best time to do so.

“As you may know, the reason that Starbase 842 is located in the Kirn system is because of the wormhole in this system. That stable wormhole is a conduit to a sparsely explored region of the Beta Quadrant. It is rumored that if the Federation were to use that wormhole we could possibly discover the backside of the Romulan Empire. “

“But the history of that wormhole involves a more immediate adversary. When talks broke down between the Bat’Leth and the Federation over a decade ago, we sealed the entrance of the wormhole on our side to prevent an avenue of invasion. Long range communication equipment at Starbase 842 has detected a faint signal where the wormhole entrance once was. Starfleet Command doesn’t know what it is, or it’s point of origin. So a ship has been selected to find out what the signal is, assess the threat, and to report back the findings.”

“That ‘old clunker’ is the only ship to have ever traversed that wormhole. The only ship to have ever taken any survey of the area beyond. The only ship to have ever interacted with the enemy on the other side. And for that reason alone, it is the only ship authorized to undertake this mission.”

“Yes. that ‘old clunker’ is the original USS Curie. The same ship captained by my father and his crew.”

• Jessip Quirst, CO.

As she listened to the mission and heard this was the same ship she had heard about in the academy, her jaw dropped and she took in everyone’s reactions to the news. This was major and she hoped the others were handling it as well as her.

Patterson, medical

Ander listened intently and cast another long look at the Curie. He wasn’t a scientist, only an engineer. If the brass at Starfleet believed this ship was somehow special, they likely had a good reason for it. Ander suddenly frowned.
“That ship was decommissioned over a decade ago. How much time have they given us to get her ready?” He asked.

Garay, CE

“I too had the same initial reaction upon arrival seeing this relic as you humans say. I’m curious if we’ll crawl out of spacedock or towed out.”

Jo’riah Nesman COS