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Posted by Lieutenant Commander Ethan Nash (Chief Tactical Officer) in Side Sim - When Klingons Arrive Unannounced, The Party Is Just Starting (Open to Anyone, Senior Staff invited specifically)
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It was the early morning hours of the bridge shift, and all indications were that this shift would be like most others at that time… uneventful and boring. NE Hayes, manning the helm, leaned back and stretched, then looked over at his friend NE Basle at the science station. “Hey Basle, want to grab a bite after watch?” he asked. Basle turned in her chair and said “Sure. I’d kill for some pancakes right now.” Hayes smiled and said “You and your pancakes… But sure. We can make that happen.” and he turned and ran his eyes over the helm. Everything was normal, as it always was. “Man, this shift is the worst. Nothing ever hap-” and his words were cut off by Basle. “Lieutenant.” she said, addressing Lt. (jg) Novolin in the center seat. “Sensors picking up a ship at the far edge of our sensors. Moving fast, directly towards us.” she said, a bit of excitement in her voice. Novolin looked over and said “Can you identify it? Tactical, got anything?” The Orion at the tactical station replied “Wait one, Ma’am.” and then a few seconds later said “Klingon Battle-Cruiser. Course was just adjusted to intercept, Ma’am.”

“What the hell is a Klingo-” and the words of the Watch Officer were cut off by the comm officer. “Ma’am, we are being hailed.” “On screen.” Novolin replied. The screen flickered and the image of the bridge of Klingon vessel came into view. It was lit by low red-lighting that cast dark shadows over many of it’s surfaces. A large Klingon sat in the Command chair, and when the screen went live a low, gravely voice came out from him.

“Atlantis. This is Rear Admiral T’Kor Drakenol of House Noggra, Commander of the IKS Battleship Ghol. We will be rendezvousing with you in one hour. Prepare to receive myself and my Senior Staff at that time. Do you understand…” and the big Klingon squinted slightly and continued “… Lieutenant Junior Grade?” His tone was one that conveyed a sense of being used to not being questioned.

“I will inform the Captain and Command Staff at once, Admiral.” and with the feed was cut from the Klingon side. Novolin looked around at the wide-eyed expression and then composed herself and tapped her comm badge. =/\= Bridge to all Senior Staff. Klingon vessel arriving for rendezvous. All Command Staff please report to the bridge immediately. =/\=

Moments later, and the lift opened and Nash walked out. He wasn’t in uniform, nor had he been sleeping. Instead the grumpy and lonesome Chief Tactical Officer was in civilians, his well recognized leather jacket on over a dark shirt and the stubb of a cigar sticking out of the corner of his mouth. He looked around, recognized that he was the first and ranking officer to arrive, and moved to the space in between the view screen and captains chair, leaving his junior TO to her station. “Who exactly do we have arriving?” He asked, then, “bring us to full stop helm, let’s wait for their arrival.”

Lt Cmdr Nash, CTO

Rinker arrived soon after looking at the screen. “Who invited the Klingons?” Noticing the tactical information coming from the sensors.

He looked at Nash for a moment. “They probably would subconsciously frown on us stopping and waiting for them. They are a predatory culture if we hunkered down, they would look at us as prey.” He stood at full height. “Warriors face warriors face to face without fear.”

“True, but we are also Allies and they, requested, we prepare to receive them. Lets not give them any thoughts by changing to intercept and charging in with lances drawn. Although that would be more fun.” He grinned at the Counselor, “If they increase speed seeing as we are not closing with them anymore, we’ll know it’s fairly urgent as well as important.”

Rinker CNS

The turbolift doors opened and Mardusk’s bulk came onto the bridge. He walked up to the Security console and tapped NE Hawkins on the shoulder and took over. Without looking up from the console, he said “What do we have, Novolin?”

“Klingon Battle-cruiser. IKS ‘Ghol’ under the command of Rear Admiral T’Kor Drakenol, Lieutenant.” she replied, relinquishing the center seat to Nash as the ranking officer on the bridge. Mardusk chuckled and mumbled just loudly enough for Nash and Rinker to hear “Rear Admiral? I hadn’t heard he got promoted. Good on ya, T’Kor.”

Mardusk, CoS

“Friend of yours?” Nash asked the CoS. “You don’t owe him any debts or first born do you?”

Lt Cmdr Nash, CTO