USS Memorial
Main Sim: Bridge (tag CO)
Posted by Gamemaster Maniacal Mother Hen (Gamemaster) in Main Sim: Bridge (tag CO)
Posted by Captain Tralla Sh’Zoarhi (Captain) in Main Sim: Bridge (tag CO)
Posted by Gamemaster Maniacal Mother Hen (Gamemaster) in Main Sim: Bridge (tag CO)
NE Bumble sat daydreaming at his station yet again. In all honesty, it was a miracle that he’d even made it through the academy, let alone onto a starship. He wasn’t even that keen on flying. Stifling a quick yawn he peered at his console to see there was still nothing going on. As he stared out at the blackness of space he started thinking about his date with the blonde bombshell NE Houlihan. He’d start off with a romantic dinner on the holodeck at her favourite tapas bar in Barcelona then he was dying to try the new programme NE Buddy had recommended with sprawling vistas of Omicron Ceti. As he began picturing them embracing under a starry sky, his console bleeped loudly alerting him to an incoming message. As he snapped back to reality, he rather ungraciously tumbled off his chair, sprawling onto the deck before scrambling to his feet and taking his seat, hoping no one had noticed.“Uh, Captain sir…I mean m’am, sir, Captain?” He waffled a little louder than he had planned. “Um, incoming message from star-fleet, priority one?” He offered, wishing the deck would just swallow him up.
Mother Hen (GM)
Ensign We must at some point have a discussion about your duties aboard ship find you something that would be more stimulating for you” she teased “I will take it in my readyroom pipe it in there” she said getting up out of her seat and walking towards her readyroom door as she passed the poor Ensign she gave him a wink and carried on into the ready room
Bumble blushed and nodded silently, pondering his future in the fleet. He quickly patched the communication through, at least he could get one thing right today.
Once inside her ready room she grabbed a drink from the replicator and sat down at her desk turning on her screen to bring up the message
Tralla
A warm smile greeted her as Admiral Duncan’s face appeared on her screen.
=^= Captain Sh’Zoarhi, it’s been too long. =^= the Admiral’s weathered face soon broke into a frown.
=^= I’m afraid this isn’t a social call however. A dangerous situation is unfolding on one of our research stations on Kabrel II. Commander Nalor received a disturbing communication from Gul Torin of the Cardassian Union. The Gul is under the impression that the research station is developing advanced weaponry and is on route to investigate but I think we can assume it will not be a peaceful encounter. =^=
The Admiral paused as he ran his hands through his greying hair and sighed.
=^= We have no idea where the Cardassians have gleaned this information from, there is no weapons research of any sort taking place on the station but the Cardassians have an inate ability to see deception at every turn and they will not be convinced. Your orders are to proceed to Kabrel II, defend the research station from the Cardassians and try and find out what the hell is going on there. We need to head this off at the pass, peacefully if at all possible, the last thing we need is another damned war. Any questions Captain? =^=
Mother Hen (GM)
her smiled turned to a frown “I thought the Cardassians were demilitarized after the Dominion war…We are on our way But is there anything me and my crew should be aware of going into this What does this research base for if not weapons tech?” she asked already sending a message to the helm to set course for Kabrel II at warp 7
Tralla