Posted by Gamemaster Wookius Furrius (GM) in Main Sim - Flight Deck - Herding Cats (Arrival of the Evac Transports) (Tag CoS)

Posted by Lieutenant Colonel Drangon Cull (Commander, Marine Battalion) in Main Sim - Flight Deck - Herding Cats (Arrival of the Evac Transports) (Tag CoS)

Posted by Gamemaster Wookius Furrius (GM) in Main Sim - Flight Deck - Herding Cats (Arrival of the Evac Transports) (Tag CoS)
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The main bay doors opened onto the Marine Flight Deck and dozens of Marines, all armed and armored, came trotting in. A truly intimidating Xindi-Reptillian form in a Marine uniform and wearing Lieutenant Colonel rank led them inside and he barked “Whose in command here while Hannibal is on mission?!”

A large, barrel-chested Tellerite in worn and dirty overalls with an unlit cigar between his teeth stepped forward and saluted. “Captain Grel, Colonel.” Cull saluted back and then kept walking, putting hand on the porcine-faced Engineer’s shoulder and guiding him with him. “Captain Andreassen requested more security on the flight deck as the Evac shuttles arrive. I don’t want Fleet Security stepping foot in here and getting pancaked by a bird coming in, so the Raiders are here to assist. So tell me Captain… where can we post up to be out of your way but still able to screen the new arrivals? We are gonna coordinate with Ship Security and do a preliminary screening of everyone coming in.”

Grel scowled for a moment and then said “Copy, Colonel. Okay… here’s what we’ll do. The birds’ll land there-” and he pointed to the designated unloading area, “- and then’ll move to launch to go back and grab more folks. I’d recommend that you all set up at the arrival and scan as the people unload before turning them over to Fleet Medical and Security. Plus, we can quarantine any issues in the repair bay. No birds in there at the moment, so it’s empty.” Cull nodded and said “You got it, Captain.” and he put two scaled fingers in his mouth and whistled loudly, gesturing for the Raiders to follow him. In just a few minutes, the security checkpoints were set and the isolation bay was ready. Cull tapped his commbadge. =/\= Marine CO to ship’s security. We have established a preliminary security screening post inside the hangar. Request you position ship security outside so we can hand them off to you for assistance on-boarding. =/\=

Cull, MCO

=/\=IRIS to Grel. SAR will be landing Starboard side. Let Doctor Tulbrad’s medical team in, they have severe casualties on board. Keep them out of the way. Open bay doors=/\=

The doors opened and the first of the SAR shuttles entered, landing off to the side, and then the transport shuttles came in fast, with precision, like a ballet. Entering, turning on a 0 degree and then landing. The rear hatches opened and the Marine crews in the shuttles were relieved to see the Raider’s lined up to take their passengers. They directed the evacuees toward the Raiders and out of the shuttles toward safety. Once they were empty the shuttles darted out of the bay and the next group was ready to enter.

Mar Cpt sh’Rharror, Delta SQLD

The arrival and dispatch was a little more sedate given the limited docking ports available on the Empress . It was a mostly staggered approach between two shuttles but they became routine. Injuries tended to appear more severe in the shuttles which were in the stern end of the ship and less or not noticeable toward the bow. The women were a mix of planetary origins but each had a mostly common expression of ‘what happened!?’ None were emotional beyond a couple thankful for being rescued and embracing their rescuer as they exited the shuttle.

Some were removed on stretchers while others were able to walk. Makeshift slings and improvised bandages were the order of the day on many. About half the women, be they a representative of the crew helping to organize or just help on the shuttles, or passengers were either appearing free of injury or only with bruises or shaken up.

Stern side injuries included broken bones, burns and smoke inhalation (mostly one or the other) with one human dressed in sequins and white jacket (Elvis impersonator?) with distinct internal injuries and an abdominal puncture wound. From the bow end were bumps and bruises and sprains.
- Wookiee

Cull watched as the evacuees came on board. He didn’t speak, but snapped clawed fingers and made a few hand gestures. The Raider Marines nodded and scanners came out and they began scanning every individual from the Empress. Unlike the previous scans though, these weren’t to see if or how they were injured. The raiders were looking for weapons and explosives. If they found a weapon, they would remove it and tag it with the name of the passenger. If even a residue of explosive was present, the Raiders marked them in their helmet’s HUD and forwarded the name and picture to the Security teams outside of the flight deck. And while some Raiders scanned… many more simply watched, looking for anything that stood out as odd for the situation.

Cull, MCO

No explosives were detected. There was some residue that was detected of accelerants and the like - and these exclusively from the kitchen cooking staff. While that didn’t indicate specifically explosives or residue from explosives it still did come up. The numbers of said persons eventually approached 50 ..

There was .. some issue between some of the marines and passengers - notably the female Klingons and Andorians who, while none had energy weapons, had blade weapons that they were .. resistant to giving up and they as well collected in a growing pocket of people in the deck in the midst of the unloading and tending to the injured.

• Wookiee

Cull walked forward and looked at the group of ‘blade enthusiasts’. “I am Lieutenant Colonel Drangon Cull of the Federation Marines. I understand your reluctance to check your weapons; but I am afraid this is non-negotiable. You will turn your weapons in here and they will be cared for by my Marines until such a time as you are ready to disembark the Chimera. If you wish to not check your weapons, you are always free to return to your cruise ship. These are the terms of your boarding this vessel. Now… please move yourselves out of the way of the medical staff. And that isn’t up for discussion.” He pointed further into the hangar and looked at the group expectantly.

Cull, MCO

The group did move as requested. There didn’t seem to Cull that there was issue with that and some in the group did look chagrined that they may have interrupted the evacuation. One of the Klingon women stepped forward and faced off with Cull evidently as some defacto spokeswoman.

Gallahan responded to the request for a Security Team on the Flight Deck. He walked in and couldn’t believe how busy things seemed. He knew from briefing that there was a large number of passengers and crew, but seeing it manifested took him quite by surprise. Nevertheless, he look around for a member of his ships company that could tell him how to be of use.

Ensign Scott Gallahan
Security Officer

Scott was seeing a small marine group having some issue with a group of mostly Klingon and Andorian women. One stepped forward to face the marine, Cull. She was tall and possessed with a dreadlocked mane of dark hair, dressed in fairly classic ‘casual’ Klingon garb .. a black leather bodice that ended in a short leather skirt in an almost Roman-esque design. She grinned at Cull. “Finally. Whoever thought an all female cruise would be good for the soul was an idiot.” She gave him what was an unmistakable leer. “I am Gi’ral. You are welcome to try to take .. I am in a mood I might even let you do it.” There was a chuckle amongst the other Klingon women there. The Andorians looked like they were about to take wagers.
- Wookiee

Cull looked down at her for a long moment, and then simply shrugged. “I am not here to force you to do anything, Gi’ral. Nor am I someone you should think to use for your enjoyment…” and he leaned in and whispered in her ear “… because I would ruin you for all others.” and he leaned back. He turned his head. “Gunnery Sergeant McKeeve!” he barked, and a human male built like a train engine stepped forward and saluted. “Sir!” he said and Cull looked back at Gibralta”Lady Gi’ral is reluctant to relinquish her weapons. That is fine. She may board the next transport going back to the Empress and remain there.” The Gunny looked at Cull, then the Klingon, and then back at Cull. “Aye, sir.” and he looked at Gi’ral. “Ma’am. This way, please.” Cull looked at the Klingon woman and said “Good luck. Or… leave your blade here and later tonight I can prove to you I am no liar.” and he stared directly into her eyes in a blatant challenge.

Cull, MCO

Scott was hesitant to get involved in situation that was already becoming heated, and very concerned about treading on the Marine Commander’s toes, but the last thing that needed to go down here was fight - and dread to think of the consequences if it happened whilst he was there. So having quickly weighed up his choices Ensign Gallahan moved in closer to the pair to make his presence known.

Ensign Scott Gallahan
Security Officer

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There came a commotion farther along the flight deck. The number of passengers and crew of the Empress were starting to clog up the flight deck some and the general processing of them whether medically or otherwise was becoming more chaotic. It seemed that more than just this group of ladies were happy to see some male presence about and was taking just enough chatter time to slow up the works.

Gi’ral and others in this near cluster looked at the growing commotion and shook their heads then looked back to the security detail with a glance that may have said something like ‘females’. “I will bargain with you,” she said to Cull and Gallahan. “We will help you herd your targs and then see what comes after.”
- Gi’ral and group

“Just get ‘em off the flight deck before I have to.” Cull said and held up a finger to Gi’ral. “And they may think that sounds like fun right now, but it won’t be. I need this deck cleared and these passengers inside right now. We are being gentle, Ma’am… and we really aren’t required to be. You have twenty seconds.” and he stepped back to see what the Klingon and her party could do.

Cull, MCO

A snaggle toothed grin formed on her face. “Our pleasure,” then turned to the group behind her. “All right ladies, I see three exits. There .. there and there. Andorians to that one. Klingons we take the center. Tellarites and the rest this one. Herd targs. Fastest group has the honor and the blood wine later.” They moved off, cutting a swath through the milling women and working to clear the flight deck and not being ‘that’ gentle about it on the part of the Klingons, not being too quiet of it on the part of the Tellarites and not being too diplomatic about it on the part of the Andorians as they set up a small shuffling stampede toward the exits.
- Wookiee

Cull nodded and then looked at the Flight Deck NCO. “Get the birds back out and into evac rotation.” The Tellerite Marine snapped a salute and turned and ran off, barking orders. Cull looked around and surveyed the scene, looking for the next snag in the fabric of the operation.

Cull, MCO