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Main Sim - Command Center - A Most Unwelcome Guest

Posted Oct. 27, 2018, 1:47 p.m. by Ensign Riker MacMoragh (Scientist) (Timothy Frogue)

Posted by Civilian Ferl’lak (Director of Civilian Operations) in Main Sim - Command Center - A Most Unwelcome Guest

Posted by Captain Michael Stout (CO) in Main Sim - Command Center - A Most Unwelcome Guest

Posted by Civilian Elizabeth Notta (Lounge Manager and Bartender) in Main Sim - Command Center - A Most Unwelcome Guest
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Snip of DOOOM!
Stout scowled at the blank screen for more than a moment and then looked at M’stok and said “Hail the Admiral, will ya?” She nodded and then looked at the Operations NE and nodded again. The NE tapped a few commands, waited, tapped again, and then said “On screen, Captain.” and a the wall lit up to show a Bajoran Ensign looking very uncomfortable. “This is USS Interror, Serenity Station.”

Stout scowled and said “This is Captain Michael Stout, Commanding Officer. Where’s the Vice Admiral, Ensign? I’d like to speak to him.”

“Um… Sir… he… um… he told me… well, you see Captain, I was told… um…” and finally Stout cut him off. “Ensign, spit it out. What did the Vice Admiral say to tell me?” The Ensign, obviously being put on the spot, shifted uncomfortably, took a deep breath and steeled himself, and said “The Admiral told me if you were to contact us I was to say that he was speaking to more important personages than you, Captain. You will simply have to wait to speak to the Inspector General until he arrives. And then I am to cut off the communication. Sir, I’m very sorry, I’m just trying to follow -” and Stout jabbed his finger onto the arm of his chair and cut the comms himself. He looked around at the assembled personnel and said “Oh, this is going to be a hoot. I can tell already.”

Stout, CO

Ferl’lak was shocked by this. “Is…is he Ferengi or some other socially confused being? What an a##hole.” He looked around. “What? Did I not use the Earth verb correctly?”

Ferl’lak

Stout had the misfortune of taking a sip of coffee at the exact moment Ferl’lak’s assessment of the Vice Admiral was made. A loud “PPPPFFFFFFPPPTTTTT” sound coincided with the Captain spitting coffee halfway across the Command Deck. After coughing for a moment and waving off Lt. (jg) M’stok who came to try and help, Stout looked at Ferl’lak and said “Nope. Pretty spot on usage of the term.”

Stout, CO

At this time, Ensign McMoragh entered the Command Center and took his station as science officer. “Computer, log Ensign McMoragh at this duty station at this date and time” said Riker.

Riker

Scott rubbed his hands together with a rueful smile at the comment from the use of the colorful language and not so helpfully throws out as a suggestion. “Could always load Polaris onto his ship just for kicks and giggles. I am sure she would have far too much fun with a… you know.” He motions towards Ferl’lak.

Woods

Stout looked at Woods and said “We’ll call that ‘Plan B’, Chief. Hell, for all we know the Admiral just hasn’t had his coffee. Or maybe had too much, we’ll just have to see.” and then he looked around the room. “But I am leaning towards Mr. Ferl’lak’s psychological assessment until we know for sure.”

Stout, CO

Despite the medical field constantly being called at odd hours for emergencies, it still never got easier. Yuri sat up in his bed for a moment before swinging his feet over towards the edge to set them on the floor. He blinked a couple of times in his dark room before slapping his cheeks twice with both of his hands.

=^= Acknowledged.=^=

He tilted his neck to both sides, giving them a few small pops. “Computer, lights. Low.” His room dimly lit as he stood up and pulled his uniform from the chair at the desk that was next to his bed. A few bits of paper with research notes and old medical instruments were scattered across the face of the desk. It took him only a few seconds to put on his clothes and head out the door, but not before stopping at the replicator to get a new blend of the coffee he was working at, replicated in a thermos container.”

Only a few minutes had gone by before he arrived at the Command Center. After stepping in he’d noticed that the Captain already had some coffee and a rather annoyed look on his face. “Is all well Captain ..?” He inquired. He still had a tired look on his face as he was already slowly adjusting to being awake. A bit of stubble could be seen atop his head as he hadn’t had the chance to shave it off yet for the morning.

Lieutenant Yuri Balashov (CMO)

Stout looked at the Doctor, the thermos, his cup, and then went back to glaring at the blank screen. He lifted the cup of steaming coffee to his lips, downed the contents, and said “Nope. Not at all, Doc. Not even remotely.” and he sat the cup on the arm of the Command chair and jabbed the comms. =/\= Attention all personnel. Prep all areas for Star Fleet Inspection. No, we didn’t know about it. Yes, it will be a giant pain in the aft-section. No,I’m not kidding. Prepare docking bay 6 for arrival. Stout out. =/\=

Stout, CO

Yuri continued to walk up and sighed as he got closer. “One of those days, yes?” He took note of the smell of coffee in the area, as he opened his thermos and saw the coffee in somewhat of a cone pattern spattered across the floor. He poured a refill for the Captain before filling the small thermos cup for himself. “Medical mostly squared away. Will clean all surfaces prior to inspection .. only concern is regeneration chamber in XO’s room. Not sure if inspection will be required as it will only be used in extreme cases.” He took a sip of the steaming, strong brown liquid from his cup. “You must come by later if inspection gets better of you Captain. Stress can be healthy at times, but not in abundance.”

Lieutenant Yuri Balashov (CMO)

“The good doctor is correct,” Omni remarked. “Especially upon the nature of a human mind, stress can be equally as degenerative, if not more do, as certain diseases.” Omni approached the doctor and Captain, inclining her head in respect and acknowledgement to the both of them. Her stance was quiet, her movements having made hardly any noise upon her arrival to the pair. Thus, she chose to add, in case she had been rudely intruding. “I do apologize for my lack of prewarning, sir.” She nodded to Stout, individually, before doing the same to Yuri.

Lt. Cmdr. Omni

“Not a problem, XO. But I think you and I are about to have a bad day… or days.” Stout said, still glaring at the blank screen.

Stout, CO

Scott grumbles a moment and then lifts his shoulder in a shrug, “I don’t know how ready engineering is going to be. There are still parts of the station that aren’t fully operational still and we have lots of ships coming and going for repair work. I need about twenty more hands than I got, sir.” He takes a breath, “But so long as he doesn’t go into some of the lower less critical areas we should be fine.”

CE Woods

Ferl’lak listened to everyone and then chimed in. “Captain. Do you want me to start preparing a conference room for our guests? I’ll make it worth the while. Fresh fruits, actual coffee, fresh baked pastries. It might not cool the jets as you say with the Admiral, but it will go a long way let’s say, quenching the blood thirst of his other inspectors. A nice brunch will go a long way in swaying their opinions and what the write and report.” He smiled.

Ferl’lak

Stout replied “I appreciate the offer Mr. Ferl’lak, but no. An unannounced arrival of the Star Fleet Inspector General and pissy communication and refusal to speak until ‘his holiness’ arrives? He’s looking to bust some heads, pure and simple. Add to that the fact he has to know we just turned the damn lights on in this place less than a month ago… no. Pastry and comfy chairs aren’t gonna do it. He wants blood. He’s here to either fire someone, me, or he’s here to make an example of someone in my crew. Either way… someone is gonna have to pay for whatever bug crawled up his butt.” and Stout paused for a minute and then a smile crossed his face. A conspiratorial smile, not one of joy. He turned and looked at the assembled staff and said “So I say we give him what he wants. But we make him work harder for it than he has ever had to.” and he took a seat and began tapping commands into the computer and issuing orders.

“Mr. Ferl’lak. Compile a full accounting spreadsheet of every drop of latinum you have spent getting this place and those ships up and running. Make it cringe-worthy. I want it to give any accountant looking at it a sense of dread and maybe some kind of STD. You understand what I’m saying?”

Without waiting for a response, he turned to the XO. “XO, I want every communication sent and received on this station compiled and formatted into text. Then, I want you to tell the computer to ONLY respond in text communication to anyone not assigned to this station as of this moment. They want proof of any wrong doing? Fine. Let ‘em sort through the written word to find it. Blame it on a glitch in the obviously disused system when they complain.. I mean, when they ask you politely about it. And find our wayward Ops Chief and get him in line with us.”

Omni rose an eyebrow towards his request, considering what had been asked of her. Was he deliberately making this far more difficult for the person on the other end of this? Yes, it seemed so. Appearing a bit vindictive in his wishes, Omni didn’t bother saying anything, knowing that the Captain likely had a reason for taking this approach to the whole situation. “Very well, sir. Such will be done, momentarily.” Omni glanced over at the panels within the room, deciphering what could possibly be returned to them, as a result of this course of action. ’Blame it on the glitch,’ Omni thought to herself. ’Oh how peculiar humans are.’

“Woods my boy; I want you to bring every light, replicator, climate control system, toilet, environmental force field, and docking clamp on line. Bring it all on line. And before you say anything, yes I know that is gonna cause havoc across the power grid. But we don’t have the new warp core online yet, so we can blame that for the issues. I think rolling brownouts and frying replicators is a small price to pay to make our point. And you can use that justification to ‘borrow’ a few hands from the Admiral’s ship to get the core online during their little visit. Show them their money was well spent and all.” he added with a wink to the CE, and then he paused as another thought occurred to him. “And Woods. Talk to Pol. If she can help us make this the most irritating stay this guy has ever had, she can consider herself part of the Engineering team from then on.”

“Ok, everyone. We don’t want anything that prevents them from doing their jobs, mind you. And we are not falsifying anything. They can have whatever information they like… they are just gonna have to jump through a few ‘unforeseen’ hoops to get there. He wants to put us through the ringer, people. Let’s show him just what that means, shall we?” and he sat back and took a sip of the CMO’s coffee. “No one screws with my people at three AM.” and then he glanced at the cup in his hand. “Damn, Doc. That’s pretty tasty.”

Stout, CO

OOC: Fixing a typo.

“Aye,” Omni submitted, moving to take a seat before a nearby panel, as to begin the transformation of information into strict text format, while ensuring it would be possible for anyone assigned to the station to maintain general communications. It wasn’t difficult task, changing the format communications were received in, however, it was one that would get them into a fair amount of trouble, should their excuse be questioned by those superiors. Typing in the series of commands to the computer responsible for their subspace communications, she silently worked on establishing the differences in comm pathways.

Lt. Cmdr. Omni
XO

Ensign McMoragh did not want to be left out of the mix; after all, if anyone was good at taking a “hit” it was Ensign McMoragh. After all, he had been a Lt (j.g.) two or three times and was busted each time. Yet, he was still in service, so he must be good at something. Looking over at the Captain and XO, he responded, “As the acting CSO, is there anything I can do to help you prepare for the beating that is coming?”

McMoragh

“Absolutely. I need you to start running full sensor sweeps of their ship every five minutes. And when they are about thirty minutes out, I expect you’ll find indications of something non-fatal but quarantine worthy. Get with the CMO for a viable solution. Noting drastic, but something that will keep us from docking them for just a bit… say six or ten hours.”

OOC: Do we have a name for this ship?

Also, I am going to start a new thread with the CMO regarding this, if that is okay with everyone?

IC: “Aye, sir, I will get with the Chief Medical Officer straight away and we can start the scans. Thank you for having faith in me, sir.”

McMoragh

Elizabeth had heard rumors from a few of her late night customers about an unexpected guest coming. So she had gone to the command center to see if it was true. Staying off to the side and quiet she just listened. The bar and lounge owner had to wonder if it was someone specific or just someone random, though it wouldn’t matter this was what would be greeting them. She had no idea if Stout would need anything from her, but well, just in case she didn’t turn around and head for the closest lift.

Elizabeth Notta, Civ

Ensign McMoragh saw Elizabeth walk in and not wanting to be rude he looked over and nodded at her. McMoragh knew what it was like to be in a room and really not be there. Ensigns might be apart of Starfleet but, at times, the command crew did not know they existed. In fact, Captain’s left the impressions that if one was an Ensign, he or she was to be seen and not heard.

McMoragh

Elizabeth gave a nod in return to the Ensign that greeted her. She knew a soul that was definitely in need of her bar if ever she saw one. Would open him up just a bit more, she gave him a soft smile as invite to her bar.

Scott raised an eyebrow then pursed his lips in a not bad facial gesture before nodding to the CO. “Aye capt. Rolling brown outs, over taxed power grid, and the occasional toilet that flushes backwards.” He cringes at the thought of the second situation but gives another firm nod, “And one nagging AI to make all of his dreams come true.”

After a moment of silence the engineer then continues, “You know of course if his stay is miserable we could all be sent on other assignments, they may even mothball this place as too expensive to bring up to code. Easier to build a new one.”

CE

“Oh, his stay will be comfortable, Junior over there will see to that. Right, Junior?” he said with a side glance to Notta. “It will just be… problematic. And I’d save the toilet one for anybody that gets ‘pushy’. No, what the Admiral is gonna find is a station left too long to rot in space and a damn fine crew taking it on the chin to make her fit for duty again. Now comes the hard part, people. For every problem we ‘experience’, we are gonna solve two of the real ones we face. We have an Admiral coming on board. Admirals travel with extra everything. Get what you need. Use it. Borrow it. Win it in card games. Steal it it. I don’t care. As far as I’m concerned…” and he looked out the windows towards where the Admiral’s vessel would be approaching from.

“A shopping complex just dropped out of warp.”

Stout, CO

“Oh Aye Chief, I’ll make sure he is as comfortable as a star before it supernovas with my concoctions to keep him occupied.” She smiled knowing her bar would be the hotspot on the Admiral’s tour of the station. She already had her menu planned.

Elizabeth Notta, Civ

“Ok, then. Anyone have any questions? Now’s the time.”

Stout, CO

Ferl’lak listened to everyone and then chimed in when the captain asked for questions. “I’ll go get the accounts in order. But they are already. I always keep track of Latnium. You should know that by now. Is there something else that you need or perhaps....want me to do?”

Ferl’lak


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