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Post by aramis on Jul 9, 2010 23:30:24 GMT -5
"Warp 1, Aye," says Vork.
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Post by apn on Jul 11, 2010 3:10:29 GMT -5
Ensign Grayson
[glow=red,2,300]Personal Log. Stardate XXXX.XX[/glow]
We barely been outta port when we come across a crippled freighter. Ah know we got our mission n all but ah wanted to go aboard. The captain? Ah guess he knows better, so we left it alone. Looks like all we woulda found is bodies anyway. We ran into some low down videni later. Ah reckon ah'd gamble ma last beer on them critters bein' responsible fer what happened to the freighter, but ah guess we'll never know cause we blasted 'em inta fragments. Ship took a beatin', and we're limpin' about a little, but we're still on course. The Cap'n is one cool cucumber, but ah don't know about the rest o the crew. Some ah reluctant ta fight, others don't know what they're doin.
Kinda like me. Ah can shoot ok, but this operations malarkey is over ma head. Ah need ta start learnin' before ma lack o brains n knowledge gets me n others inta trouble. Still, things gone ok so far. Ah'm kinda torn. Ah like the action but we need ta get there in one piece ta do the job. We'll see what happens next.
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Post by Drohem on Jul 13, 2010 23:40:09 GMT -5
Captain's Log
We've reached the Knikniknik System. I've ordered Mr. Vork to work on repairing the power pile while Mr. Grayson and myself will take the shuttle planet side on Cottonbgall to find Dr. Kordoba. I have placed Mr. O'Keef in charge the Thermopylae.
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Post by aramis on Jul 14, 2010 1:21:29 GMT -5
Patricia O'Keef Personal Log Stardate 2102.5 Well, we made it into a new system. We're beat to hell, and in sorry shape, but this new skipper has made some tough calls, and I like his style. That run on the border was hell. And we ran into stuff! Literally. Space dust, I think.
Not certain 'bout Vork. He's not quite all together. Ens Grayson's solid, but a bit of a technophobe.
Reference says the main's a waterworld. "Panthalassic" is the term. Not even a nice desert isle to strand someone on. Just rafts of veggies. And critters on them. A genuine 3-D security nightmare.
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Post by apn on Jul 14, 2010 4:06:06 GMT -5
Ensign Grayson
Nervous at his first away mission, still, Grayson is eager to show the Captain his worth. His straightens his red uniform, confident that non one wearing 'the colours' would ever come to serious harm. The red uniform of the military/security branch said a number of things to Grayson - honour, integrity, being hard to kill and being the first to blow the hell out of low down scum suckin' aliens.
Under his breath he muttered "Yeee ha!" as he gathered his equipment and weapons and headed to the shuttle bay.
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Post by Drohem on Jul 16, 2010 11:43:26 GMT -5
Jasper personally oversees the preparation of the shuttle to launch. Once the shuttle is primed and ready for its voyage, he loads his personal equipment and the ship's Auto-Analyzer and Medkit onto the shuttle.
Returning to the bridge and the Captain's chair, he says, "Mr. Johnson, please open a hailing frequency with the colonists on Cottonball please."
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Post by aramis on Jul 17, 2010 0:29:51 GMT -5
"Onscreen, sir," says Johnson, "And rather puzzled..."
A grizzled looking Tauran comes on screen. "I am Ismayeel. Your presence is unexpected. I am insufficiently informed. You will cure this." His weather beaten face is framed by shocking white hair, and his attire seems to be a wetsuit. The room seems to be a small one, with water reflections causing a rippling on the gray-green wall behind him.
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Post by Drohem on Jul 17, 2010 21:22:11 GMT -5
Thank you, Mr. Johnson," Jasper says to the Spacehand.
Oh great, a Tauran, Jasper thinks to himself.
Looking up to the screen, Jasper sits up a little taller in the Captain's chair and says with a pleasant tone and demeanor, "yes, of course Ismayeel. We are here to pick up Dr. Kordoba and escort the doctor to Starbase Adak. May we please have permission to bring our shuttle to the surface?"
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Post by aramis on Jul 18, 2010 1:54:10 GMT -5
The Ismayeel's right eyebrow raises slightly, and then he begins in a precise but inflected standard, "While permission to land is granted, I haven't any recent contact with Dr. Kordoba. I do require your assistance on a Confederation matter. 50 cubic meters stowage will be required. I have the specimens and materials Admiral Carnavin desired. They are significantly ahead of estimate, by over a stardate. We can discuss Dr. Kordoba while yall load the cargo. Query; did I use 'yall' correctly? I have been trying to inject Terran colloquialisms in an effort to improve my efficiency as governor." And before an answer can be forthcoming, "A meal will be provided. Any dietary restrictions should be texted following termination of this call."
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Post by apn on Jul 18, 2010 12:53:39 GMT -5
Ensign Grayson
Grayson raises an eyebrow at the word "Y'all" and glances at the Captain. Transporting things hadn't been on the menu, and with the ship as damaged as it was anything that might jeopardise the integrity of the ship and safety of the crew had to be carefully considered before being brought on board.
Once contact was severed, Grayson offered to the Captain. "Sir? I'm sure y'all know best, but we should stick to our primary mission. If the materials these people want us to transport are hazardous we could be openin' a hole can o crap on ourselves, so to speak. Any way to confirm with control what the Admiral wants to transport, so we don't go down there 'blind'?"
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Post by Drohem on Jul 18, 2010 13:43:44 GMT -5
Jasper smiles wide and says, "your colloquialism was spot on, Ismayeel. We can discuss the specifics of cargo, and the whereabouts of Dr. Kordoba, over that offered meal. Myself and Ensign Grayson will be coming planet side in the shuttle in one hour. Over and out."
Immediately after the transmission ends, My. Grayson speaks his mind about this new development. Jasper listened intently to Mr. Grayson's thoughts on the matter.
Hmm, for one affecting a simple mind Mr. Grayson is a sharp cookie, Jasper thinks to himself with a satisfied feeling.
Jasper twitches his whiskers slightly as he replies to Mr. Grayson, "your concerns are valid and noted. We will discuss the nature of this cargo with our new Tauran friend once we get to the surface. In the meantime, we have an hour to reconfigure the shuttle in case we do take this cargo on."
Jasper directs his tone and speech to all the crewman on the bridge and says, "alright people, we've a lot of seats to remove from the shuttle and only an hour to do it. Mr. O'Keef, you have the bridge. Mr. Grayson, Mr. Johnson, and Mr. Vork, please accompany me to the shuttle bay now. We've got work to do."
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Post by aramis on Jul 19, 2010 0:31:24 GMT -5
During the steady hustle of unlatching and stowing seats, Vork raises the question, "If something happens, Skipper, are we supposed to rescue or run for help?"
Also, Medic Johnson joins in the efforts, shortening the load, and rendering the work that much shorter.
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Post by Drohem on Jul 19, 2010 13:07:31 GMT -5
Jasper scratches the blue fur on his face absently before he replies, "well, Mr. O'Keef will have the Captain's chair and it will be her decision. However, if anything happens then my recommendation will be to cut and run for Starbase Adak."
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Post by apn on Jul 19, 2010 20:23:35 GMT -5
Ensign Grayson
Kitted out in Rad suit and wearing his Jet pack, Grayson checks and rechecks the hand laser he carries. Palms sweaty, he's eager to see action but nervous too - not for himself, more for the Captain. It'd be his job to protect his superior officer, which might mean doing things the Captain wouldn't approve of. Still, better to look an idiot than be one...
ACTIONS: wearing rad suit and jet pack. Packing hand laser.
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Post by aramis on Jul 20, 2010 3:07:08 GMT -5
Jasper scratches the blue fur on his face absently before he replies, "well, Mr. O'Keef will have the Captain's chair and it will be her decision. However, if anything happens then my recommendation will be to cut and run for Starbase Adak.""Very Good, Sir. Just wanted to know. First Time I'll have ever been aboard ship without an officer aboard," explains Vork. "Didn't want to be stuck second guessing officers I hardly know yet." Johnson pipes up, "But, if we can grab you with the transport beam on the way out, I'm gonna try!" He and Vork exchange odd looks, then Johnson explains, "What? Good officers are hard to find!"
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