Posted by Ensign Tellek Bog (Engineer) in MPT - LS Trickster - Shuttle Bay - Raauhl, McHarrie, Remington, Bog

Posted by Lieutenant Casela Synthi-er (Counsellor / RTF) in MPT - LS Trickster - Shuttle Bay - Raauhl, McHarrie, Remington, Bog

Posted by Lieutenant Icarus Remington (Chief Intelligence Officer) in MPT - LS Trickster - Shuttle Bay - Raauhl, McHarrie, Remington, Bog

Casela walked in, not looking like herself at all. Her long, straight black hair, was now full of curls and fuschia pink, and her uniquely all black eyes were now purple. Those two simple changes made her look completely different and not recognizable as her normal self. She’s wearing loose flowing pants tucked into knee high black boots and a loose long sleeved blouse with a short waisted suede jacket. She opened the shuttle and stepped in, tossing the pack she had picked up under the pilots seat. She lifted the seats in the back of the shuttle, opening the storage compartment. “Tellek, she better be ready to take off.” She calls from inside the shuttle as she begins the start-up sequence.

“Ah Miss Casela! Back again.” A holographic image of a butler appears in the middle of the shuttle.

“Oh can it, Alfred. Computer HUI OFF” and ‘Alfred’ disappears.
Lt. Synthi-er

Executing a curt bow, Huey vanished. The autopilot continued to monitor the ship and its surrounding, not technically shutdown. Unlike a standard Starfleet systems his systems had been altered to remain on standby to provide his mistress assistance despite her temper.

Huey

Bog stomped up the ramp, tool belt , apron and goggles over a russet set of coveralls. “She is ready, but for how long depends on you.” The Tellarite grumbled

Bog
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“Stow your gear, Bog.” She continued to run her preflight sequences, “She’ll stay ready as long as you and Alfred don’t create any more holographic hostiles.”
Lt. Synthi-er, CNS

“You were having entirely to much fun, Counselor. It isn’t my fault that some bunch of idiots found a Breen scout.” Bog retorted as he stowed his gear under the port rear bench. After the last run he felt justified in the centimeter of ablative armor he had applied.

Bog
Casela shook her head, “Aye it was. But not this time. I suggest you pick a new name and decide on a profession if you haven’t already.” She advised Bog.

Icarus stepped up the gangplank of the shuttle and stuck his head inside. “This the shuttle headed to Delotha,” he asked?

Casela was sitting in the pilot’s seat running through her checks. She called out over her shoulder, “Come on aboard, Remington.” She turned in the seat to face him, “You can stow your gear under either the port or starboard seats.”

He turned to look at Casela and replied with a “Wow!! I didn’t even recognize you. This is your alter ego known to these people, I take it?”

Casela stood up, executing a cross between a bow and a curtsey that was both dignified and fun-loving. “Zanya, at your service.” She walked over, held out her hand to him, “You must be the security expert I hired?” She made it a question, it was up to him how he wanted to play it and to provide his name. It wasn’t so much a test as the first chance for them all to get used to the use of an alias before they landed on Delotha.

Stepping into the shuttle, he wore a dark leather outfit under a long, black, leather duster. Straps from a shoulder holster could be seen under the open snaps. The holster carried an old style phaser. The type that could easily be purchased on the black market. “Hope I’m not over dressed.”

Remington (CIO)

Casela gave Remington a very thorough once over. She nodded approvingly. “Not at all. You’ll fit right in.” She nodded her head to the computer console. “Come here. Let’s get your biosignature keyed to the computer.” She pointed to the palm and retina scanners. “Alfred,”

“Yes Miss Casela?” She rolled her eyes and looked at Bog, “Why did you make the HUI so formal? Alfred, Recognize Remington, Icarus, Lieutenant. Full access.” Bog already had access from where he’d rebuilt Valkyrja. “Also as they board, recognize Raauhl, Ryder, Lieutenant Commander. Full access. And McHarrie, John Lieutenant Commander. Full access.”

While Alfred registered Remington to the access and control of the shuttle, she stepped out of the shuttle to inspect the finished repairs from Valkyrja eventful test flight.
Lt. Synthi-er, CNS (Zanya)

The damage from the encounter had been repaired, the crew’s addition of a centimeter of ablative armor and a low emissive coating as well as a pair of feathers wings painted along each flank in subtle shades of grey.

Valkyrja

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