Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Torgh of the House of Konjah (Counsellor) in Main Sim - 2nd Shuttle (att Team 2)

Posted by Gamemaster Maniacal Mother Hen (GamesMaster) in Main Sim - 2nd Shuttle (att Team 2)

Posted by Civilian Amze Ezma (Ambassador) in Main Sim - 2nd Shuttle (att Team 2)
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As the last of his first set of passengers left the shuttle. Bucky quickly fired up the launch sequence again, keen to collect the second team and get back before the festivities started.

He kicked the old bird into autopilot and cracked open another beer as he let out a loud yawn. As no one was around he set his beer down and grabbed a quick cat nap before he was rudely awoken be NE Fran’s voice over the comm link.

=/\= Helllllloooo? I haven’t got all day, are you landing or what?! =/\= her stroppy voice carried over the comm line. Bucky quickly wiped the drool off his chin and hit the comm link.

=/\= Uh, yeah, sorry about that Sheila, must have been a bad line, bringing her in to land now… =/\= he said as he hastily gave his cheeks a slap so he didn’t look too wiped out. As the shuttle came to rest once again on the Constellation, Bucky realised he was desperate for the loo. Doing a little dance as the shuttle doors opened, he dashed through, nearly bowling NE Fran over as he yelled, “where’s the dunny?!”

Fran shrugged her shoulders and shook her head as Bucky fidgeted in front of her. With his leg twitched Bucky gave her an exasperated look. “You know, the john? The crapper?! I need to take a leak!” he replied urgently as the young NE finally caught on. Shaking her head in dismay at his lack of decorum and professionalism, she roughly grabbed him by the arm and dragged him down the corridor to the nearest restroom. “I’ll have to accompany you, you’re not authorised to be aboard the ship,” she snapped, clearly irritated at the inconvenience.

As he dashed in to relieve himself, NE Fran sent a quick internal memo to the second away team that their shuttle had arrived and would be departing as soon as their pilot had in his words, ‘had a slash’.

Mother Hen

Byr saw the memo and began making his way to the shuttlebay. He wondered what “having a slash” involved, it wasn’t a saying he was familiar with. Was there a problem? It almost sounded like he was in a fight of some kind, but the ship hadn’t gone onto alert, so he made his way as planned to the shuttle a couple of minutes later.

He always found the “pleasure planets” far too warm for his liking, however the mountains did pique his interest.

Ensign Byrnarterro Ch’riaqer, Science

Lt. jg Cross entered the shuttlebay with NE Travis at his side. No way was he gonna let the Captain go down without at least two Security officers. He wasn’t going to let anything happen on his watch.
Nodding to Ch’riaqer he said,”Ensign,” the science officer was someone he hadn’t met yet though he had perused his service jacket, as he had of everyone aboard. Ch’riaqer was an Andorian, who he generally enjoyed serving with, though one did have to watch their tempers.

Cross COS

“Are we all ready” the captain exclaimed entering shuttle bay applying the standard PPE as he did. That been a tricorder holstered to the left side and a phaser to the right. “Let’s get this show on the road” he concluded by daying as he walked on towards the shuttle.

Johnson, CO

Torgh rounded the corridor into the Bay and stalked toward the shuttle. Finally, after having epic battles with the quartermaster, or so the foolish little man thought, he obtained the furniture for his office. He had just had a mug of blood wine as he had had no appointments - he had checked that at last - only to find that he had been scheduled for some shuttle trip to somewhere. The message was vague. He saw the shuttle and, tipping his head to peer inside around the captain, whom he recalled however had not met yet, saw others present. It was going to be snuggly in there. Oh how Torgh hated snuggly. It brought to mind images of tribbles which he hated even more.

“We are going to a show?” Torgh asked, climbing aboard. He recognized a couple of the others and grunted his welcome as he sought a seat, eyes searching under dark, bushy brows. He had no clue where they were going and why on earth he would be needed. But such was the life in the military. Need to know usually meant not having a clue. Perhaps his Andorian friend would have some of that danger he sought. Sinking into a seat that was just a size too small for him, he scowled.
- Torgh

Popping out of an air vent, Amze made sure to type in a code on a nearby console to make sure that the ship would not blow up while she was gone. Just because she didn’t want to take it over anymore didn’t mean that she got rid of the many contingencies in place in case she was found out. Climbing aboard the shuttle, she made sure to put on her best diplomatic (TM) smile.

Amze Ezma (Ambassador)

Torgh inspected the ‘ambassador’ and sent back his best Klingon (TM) smile, which, at best, looked a cross between a snarl and a ‘I want to take a bite out of you’ look.

Suitably relieved, Bucky wandered back into the shuttlebay as he zipped his fly under the watchful gaze of NE Fran. As he saw the next team arriving he clapped his hands together in delight. “G’Day mates!” he hollered across the shuttlebay. “You folks ready for a rip snorter of a party?” he asked as climbed on board the shuttle and gestured for them to follow. As he looked around the party gathered, he noticed there were a couple missing so he cracked open yet another beer. “Help yerselves…” he said as he indicated to the large cooler under the helm.

Mother Hen

The Klingon wasn’t phased by the apparent laxness of the pilot. He had served on a Klingon vessel where there were challenges to the ‘polite’ manners of the Earthers. Bucky was a tad refreshing actually. Upon knowledge he was heading to a ‘party’ he groaned. Unless it had axe throwing and a good brawl he doubted it would be good. Reaching for the cooler he pulled out a container of ‘beer’. Typical Earth drivel. “Weak as water and not half as tasty,” he muttered more to himself, though, noticeably, he did not return it to the cooler.
- Torgh

Byr’s antannae drooped slightly at the mention of the party. He was more someone interested in discovery than drinking, and when the drinks were offered he didn’t partake. He didn’t like the taste of alcohol, though he couldn’t deny it’s anti-bacterial properties. Beer however did not have that, and he never got a taste for the stuff. He followed behind the group as he took a seat in the shuttle, waiting for departure.

Ensign Byrnarterro Ch’riaqer, Science