Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Peter Cross (Chief of Security) in Main Sim - 2nd Shuttle (att Team 2)

Posted by Captain Christopher Johnson (Commanding Officer) in Main Sim - 2nd Shuttle (att Team 2)

Posted by Gamemaster Maniacal Mother Hen (GamesMaster) in Main Sim - 2nd Shuttle (att Team 2)
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Looking out of the window in his quarters, Oshi watched the shuttle depart with a laugh as he clapped his hands together gleefully. As he watched them head towards the planet, he became aware of another presence in the room as his companion Lakirum floated over to join him and watched the departure as well. “It looks like all the pieces are in place?” Lakirum asked as the shuttle flew out of their field of vision. Oshi, or rather Ossian, shrugged his shoulders as he jumped over the back of the sofa to sit on it. “Perhaps…” he mused as he wondered whether Ryalla would complete her mission or not. Given that he had threatened to kill her father if she didn’t, he didn’t think she would back out but the kid was a bit of a wimp so who knew. In truth, he didn’t really care, she had just been a means to an end. If she didn’t, he had plenty of other ways to set the plan in motion, at the end of the day it was all just a game to him.

Lakirum nudged his companion on the shoulder as he came to sit next to him. “Come on then, our players are about to take to the stage and I want a front row seat…” he whinged. Ossian chuckled and nodded as he stood and took a running leap through the bulkhead into space. “Race you!” he hollered from the vacuum as Lakirum did the same. The two beings circled each other in space for a moment before speeding towards the planet to watch their experiment unfold.

As the shuttle trundled towards the planet again, Bucky turned to his new set of passengers. “Anyone up for a bit of poker?” he asked, hoping he could win back some of the money he had lost in the last game.

Torgh replied, “If we are going to be ‘there’ in no time, Bucky, how do we have time for poker?” He was not averse to poker. Indeed, there were certain Terran games that brought out the true character in people. Poker was on. Golf was another. Torgh was poor at both.

OOC: For those who were not here at the beginning of the sim, or have forgotten, Lakirum and Ossian (who has been posing as Oshi) are two omnipotent beings who set about settling a mystery wager right at the beginning of the sim. Two teams on opposing sides of their unknown debate…let the games begin and may the best team win! ;)

Mother Hen

Torgh, CNS

Gong’da

The old pilot chuckled as he nodded enthusiastically having put the shuttle onto autopilot. “There’s always time for poker!” he replied as he pulled out a deck of cards.

Perking up at the sound of gambling the captain spoke “Gambling has always been my thing but sadly I stopped playing poker in the academy when I lost a load of latinum to a Ferengi” the captain spoke in a monotone manner.

Without opening his eyes Gong’da spoke. “That will happen Captain. ” He went back to sleep.

From the back of the shuttle craft in the luggage compartment, Bucky thought he heard an unusual noise. “Hold that thought mates…” he added as he set the cards aside and cautiously approached the back of the compartment. Truth be told, although they had spruced it up to look pretty, the shuttle was pretty old and strange noises were fairly common place. He peered around the compartment briefly before shaking his head and returning to his seat. “What’ll it be then, Texas Hold-em, 5 card stud?” he asked looking around the group.

Mother Hen

Gong’da woke up hearing the strange sound as well and stained to listen closely. It didn’t sound normal at all and he was used to rickety ships while he was with the Ferengi Alliance. He had the best hearing out of everyone on that ship. Four ear lobes and big ears. “Ssshhhh!” He bellowed. “I’m trying to hear something. “

Gong’da CMO

Coming out of his introspection Cross straightened suddenly and bolted out of his seat as he tried to pinpoint the sound with his hand resting on the phaser at his belt.

Fixed typos

Bucky shook his head dismissively and started shuffling the cards. As he did, Kallie cautiously rose from her seat and crept to the back of the luggage compartment and peered at a closed storage locker. As she did, a muffled cough came from the locker and Kallie giggled as she pointed and turned back to the rest of the group. “Can they play too?” she asked with a grin.

Mother Hen

“What the?”

Torgh put a hand to his face and shook his head. That’s it. He was headed for the sanitarium. That could only explain the unusual and utterly bizarre behavior in this shuttle. Torgh’s idea of play was likely vastly different than that of Kallie. Was he dreaming, having a nightmare about the Klingon afterlife of damnation. How else could he explain all of this where dreams tended to mix the real - that of the crew such as the Captain and the Andorian with the fantastical and unreal such as Bucky and the Nish’ma. He cast a quick glance at the creature but only a glance. It wasn’t wise to look too long at one of them especially if it was assigned to torment him for eternity.
- Torgh, pretty sure he is dreaming

Remaining silent the commanding officer concluded by observing how his fellow crew members interacted with each over.

Captain Chris Johnson, CO

Byr gently smiled and replied “Oh, I’m rubbish at poker, it’s hard to hide the tells with our race, our antennae have a mind of their own,” he chuckled slightly. Turning to the CNS, seeing that he was feeling a bit out of place and went over to the counsellor. “If there was more space in this tiny rust bucket I’d offer to spar, counsellor - just not enough room,” Byr said to Torgh. Andorians being a warrior race like Klingons, the journey wasn’t doing much for Byr’s excitement. He picked up the PaDD that was taken away from him and continues reading on the culture of the people they were headed to.

Ensign Byrnarterro Ch’riaqer, Science

Indeed it was crowded. Arm wrestling was an option but even here it was just a bit too tight of space. “Another time.” One of his pasttimes was a good brawl. He hoped they’d have one.

“You like to spar do you Mr Ch’riaqer” the captain pondered before speaking once again. “I two enjoy boxing and other forms of martial arts, I feel the discipline it brings assists with my self-discipline and general health” he concluded by saying.

OOC: I feel a perfect opportunity here to develop of Self defence type side sim - Louis

Johnson, CO

Gong’da couldn’t believe his ears. “Why are you all still talking about playing a stupid card game when there is an intruder on board and a child near it? My race should have enslaved your lazy kind when they had the chance Klingon. ” Gong’da said seriously. Her went up to ther locker. “If you all will not help , then I will. ” He flung open the locker door and stepped to the side in case of an attack.

Gong’da CMO, not too diplomatic

Cross moved up and took the opposite side of Gong’da with a curt nod to indicate he was prepared.

Torgh grumbled under his breath, “Definitely a Nish’ma. Here to torment me in this life .. and the next no doubt.” Sounds from a closet was not his concern. A lot of people he knew favored closets and then wanted to talk when they came out of it. He hoped this was not the case; Torgh detested having to ‘talk’ while in transit. It was his profession to have to talk to people. He’d rather not have to do it while in cramped house arrest like a shuttle ride. Inwardly he hoped that if nothing was inside then someone would push Gong’da inside and lock it up.
Torgh, CNS

As the door was flung open, the familiar faces of Ryalla & Du’Ralle stared back at Gong’da like a couple of deer in the headlights. Ryalla blinked a couple of times before sheepishly crawling out, followed closely by her companion. The two teenagers stood silently staring at their feet as they waited for retribution.

Bucky was a little embarrassed that he had failed to notice the two stowaways and quickly turned his attention back to the console.

Mother Hen

“Greetings I am Captain Christopher Johnson I believe we met over the comm you can call me Chris” the captain spoke aloud in a polite welcoming manner directed towards the two individuals to whom had just made their presence known.

Johnson, CO

Cross sighed in disgust and relaxed his ready stance, “Captain this is Ryalla and Du’Ralle. The two miscreants who were messing with the holodeck safeties that caused Du’Ralle to get hurt.” Turning to the teenagers he demanded.” What do the two of think you are doing? This is not a prank!” He said severely.

Cross COS

In truth Du‘Ralle has no idea why they were they, all her knew was that his friend was in trouble and needed his help. Ryalla tentatively took a step forward as a tear rolled down her cheek.

“I…I…don’t have a choice…” she stammered as she nervously fiddled with her shirt. “He said he would kill my father…” she added with a whisper.

Mother Hen