Posted by Captain Tralla Sh’Zoarhi (Captain) in Side Sim: Tyrran Reports Onboard

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Tyrran Mulligan (First Officer) in Side Sim: Tyrran Reports Onboard

Posted by Captain Tralla Sh’Zoarhi (Captain) in Side Sim: Tyrran Reports Onboard
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Materializing on the transporter, Tyrran took a deep breath and looked around. It didn’t look much different from the transporter room on the USS Lulea.
“Permission to come aboard?” He asked.
“Permission granted. Welcome to the Memorial, sir. I’m NE Green, the quartermaster.” Tyrran stepped down from the pad and nodded at the crewman. “If you’ll follow me, sir, I’ll show you to your quarters.”
“Yes please,” Tyrran replied. He fell in behind Green. A short walk and turbolift ride later they had arrived at Tyrran’s new home on the starboard side of deck nine. A pair of NE’s were just leaving when they walked up to the door, one of whom was Selay.
“Sssir! We jussst finissshed delivering your luggage,” the Selay said.
“Thank you, crewman,” Tyrran said with a nod. The Selay bowed slightly and walked with his companion down the corridor. Green turned to Tyrran.
“The Captain will want you to report in as soon as possible,” he said. “Do you need anything else?”
“Not at this time, thank you.” Green nodded and also walked away. Tyrran stepped up to the doors and into his new quarters. His belongings from the Lulea had all arrived, the cases neatly stacked near the door. He walked into the middle of the large living space which had comfortable 2- and 3-seat chesterfields, two luxurious looking lounge chairs, and a padded ottoman that were all arranged neatly around a glass coffee table. He wandered to the right into the next room. Here a workstation computer terminal was setup at one end of the room, with another door leading out into the corridor. At the other end of the room a dining table was surrounded by chairs, with a food replicator nearby. Tyrran nodded and walked back through the living room into the next part of the quarters. Here was his new bedroom with generous closet space. He stepped into the washroom and stopped in front of the mirror. His reflection stared back at him, still looking unfamiliar in command red. He’d spent an inordinate amount of time tugging at his new uniform shirt this morning before the rendezvous. While he knew it was identical to his old one, the red just didn’t look right. He sighed. He knew he’d get used to it eventually.
“The Captain will want you to report in as soon as possible,” echoed Green’s voice in his mind. No time like the present, Tyrran decided.
“Computer, where is Captain Sh’Zoarhi?” he asked.

=^=”Hello Commander Mulligan, I am Maizie the Ships ENTITY AI Unit It is nice to meet you!”=^= a clearly female voice replied to his inquiry, a small hologram of an orb that showed an Audio waveform when the voice spoke.

Tyrran cocked his head at the orb that had appeared in his bathroom. “Hello,” he replied. He would have to check the schematics to see what level of autonomy the ship’s AI enjoyed. But that could wait.

=^=”The captain is currently in the shuttle bay on Deck 20, she is currently working on the Flying Angel that serves as the Captains Yacht.”=^= Maizie informed him bringing up a map of the ship came up showing him a path to where the captain was.

Maizie Ships AI

Tyrran studied the map, noting the corridor junctions.
“Thank you, Maizie.” He replied. He took one last look in the mirror before turning and walking out toward the corridor. A few minutes later he arrived at the Memorial’s cavernous shuttlebay. While he’d read the ship’s specifications before transferring aboard, nothing really prepared you for seeing the real thing. The space was enormous. He began to walk, looking at the various craft docked there as he searched for the distinctive hull of the Flying Angel. He didn’t have to look for long, as there was no mistaking the sleek lines of the yacht. Even docked it looked like she was travelling at high speed. He walked around her nose and saw the open port entryway. Tyrran paused a moment, then walked through the doorway to the inside.

–Mulligan, XO

OOC Bump Post coming soon

KG

Walking into the ship he would find no one in the aft compartment however walking into the cockpit he would see a pair of legs sticking out from under the main console it seems the person those legs belonged too was not aware that that a visitor was in the Flying Angel with them

Tralla

Tyrran had been in this situation before and didn’t wish to startle the individual. He stepped back quietly out of the room and then clapped his hands together a few times as he approached the doorway again. Stepping through the doorway he clasped his hands behind his back and cleared his throat.
“Greetings,” he said.

Mulligan, XO

She slid out from under the console the “A visitor Maizie we must have a talk about alerting me when someone is coming to talk to me” she said with a chuckle

=^=”My Apologies captain”=^= Maizie replied

What can I do for you, Commander?” Tralla was 5’ 10” tall rather sporty as far as build her silver hair was cropped into a short punk style cut her antenna swayed about curiously though they had a number of scars a wedding band was looped around the right antenna her eyes were impossibly green though it was clear that they were implants the Andorian reached her right hand out and the Commander might notice the Borg style implans still wrapped over the top of her hand clearly the captain had some run-in with the Borg

Tralla

“I’m Tyrran Mulligan,” he said as his brown eyes quickly appraised her. While they were pretty much equal in height, Tyrran guessed she would have an advantage in weight if they wound up in the ring. The implants piqued his curiosity, but he took her offered hand without hesitation. The gloves he wore were a synthmesh work style, with a suede-like texture on the palm and a more porous surface on the back. His grip was firm, but not uncomfortable. “My transfer is on file and I wish to report onboard, sir,” he added with a nod.
Tyrran had straight black hair that was cut short. He was clean shaven, and his light skin had a slightly green hue. The points of his ears were rounded, but the warm smile on his face made it clear that he favoured his human ancestry over his Vulcan heritage.

Mulligan, XO