Posted by Lieutenant Commander Kohr (Executive Officer) in Main Sim [Bridge]: The Kestrel and the Shrike

Posted by Captain Rende Asam (Captain) in Main Sim [Bridge]: The Kestrel and the Shrike

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Kohr (Executive Officer) in Main Sim [Bridge]: The Kestrel and the Shrike
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=^=Viking Actual, we’ve located what appear to be four survivors in cryostasis. The vessel is auto-thawing one of them. I would assume it’s one of the command crew if not commanding officer.=^= Markus’ voice came through, though it was quiet.

Rende had been sitting on the edge of her chair, leaned forward, weight on her left forearm on the arm rest, her right hand clasped around the opposite arm rest, elbow locked as she stared at the alien ship across the view screen. When Markus’ voice came through the com she sat back in her chair. Finally after after more than one attempt to get contact. =/\= I appreciate the update, Lt Woods. We are getting a request for the alien ship for 2.9 litters of anti-matter. Perhaps you or Lt Cmdr Korczak can find out why. =/\=

=/\=Bridge to Lt Stone and Lt Sharvi, report to the bridge.=/\= She turned to Khor, “We have transporter locks, but I want constant read outs of the away teams vital signs. Set Science station 2 up to do so. I want Lt Sharvi monitoring that as soon as he arrives.” She looked at the tactical officer, “Split the view screen, I want to see the ship on half the screen. Split the other half into a read out of energy output and then a deck by deck layout based on the information the ship sent, what our sensors are getting, along with the information coming in from Lt Wood’s linked tricorder.”

The Klingon nodded ascent and moved to the appropriate station. It was a simple enough task but he was silently grateful for the interruption. Once he was done, Kohr returned to his own station… and the vexing, unchanged conundrum lurking in space.

When Stone and Sharvi appeared, “Lt Stone this alien ship is asking us for 2.9 liters of antimatter. First do we have it to give, second scan that ship and tell me why they need it. I also want to know what is going on with the power. Our initial scans showed NO area that was powered to sustain life, but apparently there are stasis pods powering up over there, which means our sensors didn’t pick that up. Why?”

“Lt Sharvi, take science station 2. I want a constant read out of the away team’s vital signs, and as we pick up alien life I want those too.”

Rende stood up and pacing a few steps towards the view screen and then coming to a complete stand still. The marine in her would much rather be doing something than waiting. “Kohr, what do you think?”

Rende, CO

The Chief Science Officer’s voice came back over the relay,t hough it sounded as though he was trying to be quiet. Not hiding, but trying to be respectful of other goings-on. =^=Easily explained enough. The ship seemed to be on a power conservation protocol. From what we can ascertain, they’re out of gas, or almost. Our guest identifies themself as Lord Hub’rabi, and seems to confirm that hypothesis with the ship’s computer system. Seems neighborly enough, so far.=^=

Lt Woods, CSO

Kohr took one last baleful glance at the tactical readouts before slapping a gauntleted hand on the console and punching up clear. The screen darkened with his mood, but he had it well under control as he turned to the captain. He would not dishonor himself with an outburst, nor would he disappoint his commanding officer. Why, then, he snarled to himself, is this so irritating?

His composure was firmly locked by the time he took his place at Rende’s side, taking a moment to study the alien vessel on the viewscreen. His free hand clasped the wrist of his gauntlet hard enough that the leather hushed a protest. It was always a battle within him—the warrior’s desire to be at the van and the officer’s duty of command. But perhaps there was a way to sate both.

Rende glanced at the offended leather and nodded silently to herself. She understood Khor’s frustration. Too many years hoping for peace and the reality so much more violent. She’d rather get out in front of it. Face it head on rather than standing safely on the bridge.

“If he is a creature of station,” the Klingon said slowly, his baritone carrying a sly edge to it, “perhaps it would be permitted to extend him due diplomatic courtesy aboard the Viking. It would allow us to study them more thoroughly, learn what we can about them in our own territory. We can offer them respite away from key areas, have the science and engineering teams learn what they can under the guise of rendering repair assistance. If nothing else, it would buy us time to determine their purpose in this region of space. They are quite far from their own people, and I for one would know why. They could easily be explorers as we.”

“Or perhaps fugitives,” he murmured darkly, as much to himself as the captain.

Rende glanced up at him she was having the same thought. “And I am curious how long they have been asleep. And if anyone is chasing after them. When the Botony Bay left Earth several ships were sent out after it. This ship seems large for an escape…prison ship or cross galactic cruise ship? Get in touch with Korczak, have him extend the invitation and an offer to assist repairs. Let engineering and science get a better look at that ship.”

Rende, CO

Kohr nodded, stepped politely away from the captain before tapping his comm badge. =^=Kohr to Korczak. Lieutenant, please inform your host that the Viking is standing by to render assistance in the repair of his vessel should he require it. Extend an invitation to join us should he and a delegation from his ship wish a respite from their present accommodations while we consider their request for anti-matter. Once the away team completes their survey and determines there is no danger to the vessel and crew, return to the Viking.=^=

After a pause for consideration, the Klingon tapped his comm badge again to mute his end of the connection. That was simple enough. The alien’s reply to their offer of assistance and benevolent invitation could give them more clues as to their objective here in this section of space. Assuming the return of the away team was not interrupted, the Viking still held the advantage. He trusted in Lieutenant Korczak’s ability to interpret his meaning, smooth over any rough edges between species. Kohr tended to be more… direct than diplomacy would wish sometimes.

“Lieutenant Pearson,” he called back to the tactical officer, “what is the status of our tactical assessment of the alien vessel?”

The woman tapped furiously at her console, gave him a frustrated shake of the head. “I’m sorry, sir, I’m having trouble with some of these readings. I’ll have it sorted soon.”

The Klingon nodded, then turned back to the viewscreen. Your move, he thought bleakly.
—Kohr, Executive Officer—
[OOC: Still waiting on tactical, just a reminder]

Kalika had remained silent at her security station while the excitement happened around her. She pulled information from everywhere she could as she tried to ascertain if the ship was an exploration vessel or a machine of war and domination. She idea of a small crew gave her a bit of a relief. If it was a war ship, surely there would be others. But in the back of her mind, she always thought the worst. We don’t know what’s in the rest of the vessel. It’s been power dark this whole time.

She used that mantra to try and read the ship as it slowly powered up. She had the readouts from the current cryo tubes and was using the readings from that section of the ship to see if any other ‘warmed up’ section of the ship showed similar readings. Nothing like several pods, or even a hundred or more, powering up to make one take notice.

She kept a secondary screen up to help with the maintaining of the transporter lock. And she watched the XO move like a caged beast across the floor from the corner of her eye. He was one she was curious about getting to know. Such knowledge and combat experience were not things to be ignored. She wondered if he would spar with her sometime. She could use a good beat down to remind her how out of shape she had gotten since returning to a Viking that wasn’t in a war zone.

Drawing her mind back to the present, she smiled at Sharvi as he worked at his console not too far from her own. “Are you getting anything new? I want to see if we can somehow map the ship according to power levels, from here.” She knew it was a long shot, but gave her something to do besides thinking of fighting.

Kalika
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