Posted by Lieutenant Commander Magnús Pétursson (First Officer) in Main Sim: Back at the Beltran Imperial palace

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Otr’Iq Mirai (Tactical) in Main Sim: Back at the Beltran Imperial palace

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Dagen Thor (CE) in Main Sim: Back at the Beltran Imperial palace
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The away team finally emerged from the depths of the subterrain tunnels back in the courtyard of the palace. The scene was one of utter devastation. Gone were the fancy flags fluttering in the breeze and waiters moving about carrying delicious snacks. Large cracks in the marble patio cause it to cave in and heave up making walking on the surface difficult. Blackened scars from the molotov cocktails that were thrown from the balconies above blemished the once creamy white surface. The large fountain still bubbled water but it leaked from one crumbled side creating a small puddle that mixed with the heaved up dirt where the Volians attacked from underground. It created the sense of brown, muddy blood leaking off to one side.

“Sir you weren’t wrong about those molotov cocktails. They do pack a punch.” Vanessa gestured to the chaos. “The Captain and I launched them from those balcony’s to stop the siege. “I made a catapult with the curtains but those critters are awful fast.”

GM Kate

Magnus looked around the room, eyeing the blackened marks in particular “Molotov?” He asked “What sort of cocktail did this?” He asked curiously.

XO

“Yeah it is when you take a bottle of booze, stuff some paper or preferable a rag into the neck, light it, and toss it.” Vanessa was highly animated in her description of how to make them using not only her words but gestures as she spoke.

Magnus blinked at the counsellor “I see, using alcohol as fuel to a spreading fire, crude but efficient so long as it’s done outside a climate-controlled environment” He appraised the area “Good for crowd control and area denial with minimal resources”

From one of the balconies, a high pitched Beltran voice boomed out. “You made it. I am so relieved.” The voice belonged to the King who had hide in the bunker and now appeared to be back out and in a rather perky mood. “Please come up,” he gestured to the stairs. “We are about to serve refreshments.”

GM Kate

=/\=Lt. Dean, This is Lt. Mirai on the USS Genesis. We are targeting you and our crew at the coordinates you gave and will be beaming you aboard. Hold for Transporter lock!=/\=

Lt. JG Mirai
Tactical

Magnus tapped his badge =^=XO Here, Belay that for now. Keep a lock on and get a lock on the Beltrans with us. Diplomatic protocols Mr. Mirai. If you can reach out to any other Starfleet forces dirtside. We are currently not under direct threat=^= He looked up at the King “Cheerful fellow.” He muttered.

XO

Like nothing had happened, Dagen thought. Looking around and taking in the scene, his nostrils itching from the fuel and fires, he brushed off his dress uniform that had seen better days. They do need to make uniforms that didn’t collect dirt but could be brushed off easily. This was the 25th Century now after all! “There is a story here I’m sure,” he said quietly.
- Dagen, CE

=/\=Lt. Dean, respond! Have you made contact with the Genesis landing party?=/\=
“Open a channel to Lt. Cmdr Pétursson.”
=/\= Genesis to Lt. Cmdr Pétursson. Please respond. We are receiving reports of a siege at the palace. Do you require assistance?=/\=

Lt. JG Otr’Iq Mirai
Tactical

Magnus sighed and looked at the Captain, the overzealousness of some officers was to be commended =^=There was a siege, Hostilities are ended, and we’re about to begin negotiations. Try to raise Dean again and calm his nerves, Peterson Romeo-Alpha-two-five-Echo=^= He ended the call with his primary all clear code. “Five strips of gold pressed latinum that we’re about to get a rescue party” He muttered.

XO

“Rescue us with a change of clothes?” Dagen replied in a low voice. He was an engineer. Even modern rather antiseptic engine rooms had considerable room for being able to attract grease and other equivalents to then generate that scruffy ‘look’ as a kind of badge of honor. Dirt didn’t bother him. What did was dirt on a dress uniform that by it’s intrinsic design was made to be uncomfortable. Dagen supposed it was a design prerequisite. “I’ll pay the strips for that.”

“I wonder what happened to their vaunted cloaking technology and all their battle stations in orbit protecting them,” he said to the XO. “Doesn’t seem like the Gorn had much of an issue with getting in and out past them.”
- Dagen, CE