Posted by Gamemaster Newtons law (GM) in Side sim - Bridge
Ensign Foster stood staring at the console. Bored completely out of his mind. Sensor reading flashed over the console with little to no change. There was nothing of interest in this area. A gas cloud was interfering with sensors to the port bow but they would clear that shortly. Foster sipped his coffee, the XO sitting in the command chair. There had yet to be a explanation for why the Captain was not in command right now.

As the ship moved in space they began to clear the gas clouds interference. Suddenly the sensors exploded with activity, Foster’s hands swept over the console. He was reading several vessels that appeared to be docked together of a unknown origin, he was also seeing ships from the Ferangi, Klingons, Orions and about a dozen other species. He was so engrossed reading the sensors that he almost forgot to announce the findings to the XO.

Looking up “Commander, we just cleared the gas clouds interference and I am seeing multiple vessels docked off the port bow mid sensor range, im not detecting any hostile activity at this time, maybe they don’t even know that we are here” just as Foster stated that his console blipped, a audio message from a hail =/\= Star Fleet Vessel Welcome to the carnival extravaganza! =/\= the voice was slightly high pitched and extremely excited. Attached to the message were docking instructions.

Foster looked up at the Commander, Fosters voice seemed fairly unsure of himself “uh.... um… Commander we are getting a audio hail with docking instructions attached, uhhh..... what would you like us to do?” This seemed very unusual and slightly concerning to the young Ensign, not much had ever happened while he was on bridge duty.

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Covering the security station during the night shift was a job that Peter had done many times on the Ogawa. He liked the night shift, things were generally quiet at night and it gave one time to think. His security crewmates use to rib him about it but he figured he was just made that way. Probably why he had majored in psychiatry as well as security. He liked to know the whys and wherefore of things not just the reportable facts. He liked puzzles and it looked like they were going to have another one as the ship cleared the gas cloud and Ensign Foster’s cry rang out on the bridge, Peter’s hands flew over his own console.

“Confirmed, sir! I am reading Ferengi, Klingon, Orion, and many other ships. Shields and weapons are not hot.” Peter reported as he read his console.

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