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Post by Drohem on Jun 15, 2010 13:47:57 GMT -5
A thoughtful look crosses Jasper's blue-furred face and he twitches his whiskers as he says, "well, Ensign Grayson, I have a hunch that the events of yesterday and this ship are intertwined. In approximately twelve and half hours we shall see."
Jasper moves to a computer terminal with a screen and starts retrieving all Space Fleet Service manuals on ship-to-ship combat. He starts reviewing the manuals earnestly.
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Post by apn on Jun 15, 2010 17:06:03 GMT -5
Ens. Alexander Grayson
Grayson nods at the Captains words, then reluctantly turns back to his console. Try as he might, he can't make much sense of the dials and readings, hence his eagerness to get out there and shoot or hit something, so he might feel useful at something! With a sigh he swivels on the chair. "If there's nothing else you'll be needing me for sir, I'll retire to my quarters until nearer the time, make sure I'm rested for whatever comes up next?"
In truth he wanted to get back to the quarters and hit his study books. His incompetence was sure to be glaringly obvious at the first sign of trouble and he was starting to get a little panicky at letting the crew down, which he was sure to do!
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Post by Drohem on Jun 17, 2010 13:47:28 GMT -5
Jasper looks up from his console thoughtfully and then says, "that's good idea, Mr. Grayson. Rest well."
Turning back to the screen, he decides to review the initial sensor readings of the contact with the ship.
"Mr. Vork, please maintain sensor contact with ship and record everything," he says as he looks over at Mr. Vork.
Turning back to the sensor readings, he starts looking them to find anything out of the ordinary, or anything that might provide more information about the ship.
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Post by aramis on Jun 17, 2010 19:11:51 GMT -5
"Contact slowing at 0.5 Light-years, Sir. Either we slow, or we miss them." Vork looks over his shoulder at the ensign, and queries, "Should we slow to retain intercept, Sir?"
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Post by Drohem on Jun 18, 2010 13:19:58 GMT -5
"Yes, Mr. Vork," Jasper says, "please maintain course and speed for intercept with unknown vessel."
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Post by aramis on Jun 18, 2010 16:48:26 GMT -5
"Aye Sir, Coming about to intercept."
==== SD 2102.38 ===
O'Keef and Johnson report to the bridge, and Vork has buzzed Grayson with a wake-up call as well.
"Coming into contact range, Visual on-screen. Maximum Magnification." Vork looks back at Jaspar, and says, "Sir, is there anyone more qualified to drive?" As he says this, the viewscreen begins to show a half-pod and a triangular hull, but as it drops from warp, it fades from view. "Dropping to Nuclear Drive... Range 1,000,000 km, closing speed last measured at 100,000km per minute. Laser range in 5-10 minutes."
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Post by apn on Jun 18, 2010 17:19:23 GMT -5
Ens. Alexander Grayson
Grayson hasn't had too much sleep when he's rouse,d and he's grumpy as he comes onto the bridge, straightening his tunic. He livens up when he sees the viewscreen. Action at last! He glanced at the Captain - unless the Captain ordered them to take avoiding action of course. He sat at the security station and wondered if the other ship was hostile, or indeed if they too had been stricken by whatever had taken the freighter out.
"Perhaps this ship was involved with the freighter?" he ponders, then realises he's spoken aloud. "Can we plot a course based on its current heading to get a guess on which direction it came from?" he asks, well, of anyone in earshot. Grayson himself would try, but he's not sure where to start when it comes to computers.
OOC But, hell, he could try anyway.
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Post by apn on Jun 19, 2010 2:53:29 GMT -5
Ens. Alexander Grayson
With an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach Grayson swivels in his chair. "Sir. As far as I can tell that ship came from the direction of the Freighter, though it may have taken a slightly longer time to get here than we did. I recommend we close and challenge it, see who's on it and what they know." he said, stating the obvious. He glanced at the view screen and rubbed sweaty palms on his pants.
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Post by Drohem on Jun 19, 2010 16:29:32 GMT -5
"Indeed, Mr. Grayson," Jasper says in a matter-of-fact tone of voice, "we are about to engage in our first combat against a Videni foe."
Addressing everyone, he says, "please take up your tactical stations."
Turning to Paddy, he continues, "Mr. O'Keef, we'll have a split second only to act when that Videni ship materializes to fire upon us, please have ion torpedoes at the ready for that moment."
"Mr. Grayson, you will coordinate our laser fire with the firing of the torpedo," Jasper rattles off commands in preparation, "Mr. Vork, as soon as the torpedo is away, please execute an Immelman Turn."
Jasper opens up communications and attempts to hail the unknown ship, "unknown vessel, this is the C.S.S. Thermopylae. You are in Confederation space, please identify yourself."
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Post by aramis on Jun 20, 2010 2:32:55 GMT -5
Vork gets that strangled look again.
Medic Johnson, quickly but quietly types out a message on a slate, and hands it to Jasper. "Urgent Medical Report, Skipper."
It reads, "Standing order §3.5#33 prohibits retreat. You might want to have a justification ready. This slate is not on the data network. V relies upon regulations to justify his miserable existence. Maybe oughta erase this now you've read it."
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Post by Drohem on Jun 20, 2010 12:48:48 GMT -5
Jasper quickly reads the slate, erases it, and says, "thank you, Mr. Johnson."
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Post by aramis on Jun 25, 2010 2:01:31 GMT -5
The tension mounts as the ship continues towards the last known position of the bogie.
A few minutes at 50,000KM/min... then a few more... then... wait... a glimmer... the glimmer starts to form into a ship, and it's sensors are online... Grayson and O'Keef both fire... O'Keef's torpedo goes wide, but Graysons' laser hits the mark... almost a third of their strength obliterated...
But as they take that damage, their own sensors have locked and their fireball is coming straight for the ship... the shields hold, however, blunting its major force, just as Vork slams the ship into the ordered 180° turn to parallel course.
Johnson, with nothing better to do, gives the damage report: "Gave as good as they got, we're both down 30%..."
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Post by apn on Jun 25, 2010 5:10:45 GMT -5
Ensign Grayson(OOC been afk a day or so, sorry, couldn't be helped I'm fine with GM handling rolls for Grayson in any event...)"Yes!" hisses Grayson, then quickly quietens down as the fireball slams against the ship! "Again sir?" he asks, buoyant that his at best average marksmanship abilities have been of some use? He may be mediocre at everything else, but at Marksmanship he was marginally above average! He revelled in his above average marksmanship for a moment before waiting for the Captains order to fire again.
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Post by Drohem on Jun 26, 2010 18:17:53 GMT -5
"Mr. Vork, get your head in the game and bring us about for another pass," Jasper snaps out orders, "Mr. O'Keef, prepare another torpedo to fire on my signal. Mr. Grayson, prepare for another laser volley on my signal. Mr. Johnson, shut down all non-essential power systems."
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Post by apn on Jun 28, 2010 13:28:06 GMT -5
Ensign Grayson
"Aye sir!" answers Grayson, sweat beading on his forehead. From the looks of the readings the lasers would eat into precious energy reserves, but he had to trust the Captains' judgement. After all, it was better being slow but alive rather than debris drifting through space because of an overcautious Captain!
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