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Main Sim - Command Center - A Most Unwelcome Guest

Posted Nov. 6, 2018, 11:10 a.m. by Ensign Riker MacMoragh (Scientist) (Timothy Frogue)

Posted by Ensign Riker MacMoragh (Scientist) 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 Lieutenant Scott Woods (Chief Engineer) in Main Sim - Command Center - A Most Unwelcome Guest
“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?

OOC: The USS Interror

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

Stout looked at the Head of Civilian Operations and a small grin played over his face. “Actually, Mr. Ferl’lak, there is. You are the Head of Civilian Operations. You answer to the Federation, not Star Fleet. I want you to take every opportunity to remind the Admiral and his staff of that. Understood?”

Scott drifts off day dreaming of running through the halls of the Admiral’s ship gutting it of everything short of the drive and bringing it back to the Serenity, but then quickly comes back to reality. “No, No questions sir. I’ll do my best.”

Scott Woods, CE

“In that case, get to it people. Mr. McMoragh, make sure you have a solution to my request in the next 20 minutes.”

Stout, CO

IC:

“Very well, sir I will do my best; however, you really need the answer in the next 20 minutes..um, sir?” asked McMoragh

Riker

IC: Nodding to the Captain, Riker left the command center and headed for medical; maybe the Doctor would have some ideas.

Riker


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