Posted by Major Crystal (Marine Commander) in Side Sim: Battle Stations! (Attn. All Crew)

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Heather E. Argeneau (Chief Engineer) in Side Sim: Battle Stations! (Attn. All Crew)

Posted by Commander T’Pon (JAG) in Side Sim: Battle Stations! (Attn. All Crew)
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“We can rotate positions as we feel necessary if things get too out of control and someone else excels in that particular field. I know we’re going to need a great CTO for this and I honestly couldn’t think of anyone better in such a position, so Commander Saunders, please take Tactical.” He changed his attention to the somewhat flustered Vulcan, “Commander T’Pon, being a JAG I do believe that comes with a certain level of leadership and trust involved with such a position along with a determined and focused mindset. I’d like you to be the XO for this sim.”

OOC: Not too sure if the following are participating? Hopefully we can have everyone!
IC: He scanned around the room for the Chief Engineer who he thought he heard a bit earlier. “Lieutenant Argeneau? If you could, please take Engineering. I believe that only leaves one other … Major Crystal, I do understand you mostly deal with Starfleet Marine Corps, but would you like to deal with Security? I do hope we can avoid being boarded, but they’ll definitely be in for a surprise with SFMC dealing with our interior.” He then scanned around the room to ensure that everyone was set, this was going to be a challenge he was sure no one would forget, even himself. He only then took his seat in the Captain’s chair. “I need a status report and ready all stations. Let’s hope we don’t start off with any surprises.”

Maxwell Saunders
AC (I’ll just put AC for Acting Captain for this sim!)

Lt. K’Vexx understood the conditions for the sim and had no problem with Major Crystal taking his normal position at the Security station. He looked expectantly towards the Acting Captain and asked, “Would you like me to take the conn, sir? I have some experience with piloting and I have looked over the specs for the Dauntless.”

The Lt Cmdr. walked to the tactical station as he said “Yes sir.” He worked some of the controls to make sure everything was in working order. “Tactical is operating in optimal condition.”

Lt. Cmdr. Saunders
Tactical Chief

As T’Pon entered the simulation, she sat down next to the captain in her designated role as executive officer. Taking some initiative, she decided to check some things.

“Tactical Chief, please examine the weapons and maneuvering capabilities of the ship. Report them to me and the captain when done,” she said, as dryly as a Vulcan would.

T’Pon, Sim XO

“Understood sir, the results should take about 5 minutes.” the tactical officer said.
Lt. Cmdr. Saunders
(SIM) Tactical Chief

The ship’s maneuvering thrusters and power were at full capacity. Weapon’s arsenal was loaded with phasers banks and torpedoes at peak efficiency.

“That would be ma’am, tactical chief…” T’Pon said, clearly annoyed at being called a man.

T’Pon, Sim XO

“Yes Ma’am, sorry Ma’am”
Lt. Cmdr. Saunders
(SIM) Tactical Chief

OOC: Sorry for posting late, guys, had to work this weekend :-(

Lt. K’Vexx, CoS/Curtiss

“Ma’am, all weapons are in working order and accounted for and the maneuvering capabilities are at maximum efficiency.” The Lt. Cmdr. said.
Lt. Cmdr. Saunders
(SIM) Tactical Chief
OOC: Ahhh I forgot about you K’Vexx D: didn’t see you in the initial posting for some reason x_x and no worries, I’m no stranger to working weekends myself.

IC: Max extended his arm towards the station, “Lieutenant K’Vexx, please do. I have faith that we’ll be in good hands with you at the conn. If you could, double check all flight procedures and let’s give her a go.” He raised an eyebrow for a moment and glanced down to one of the remaining stations. “Do we have anyone set at the Science station or anyone familiar with the sensor array? If you could, bring up our currently location on the main holo display. I want to have a good idea on where were are so that we can prepare.” Having that display up would be critical to their surroundings as it gave their location, and anything in relation to that. Especially handy when it came to the battlefield.

Maxwell Saunders
AC
“Very well Tactical Chief. Give me a rundown of all the weapons out our disposal please.”

T’Pon, Sim XO

“We have 80 photon and 40 quantum torpedoes and 6 type X phaser arrays throughout the perimeter of the ship. All are armed and ready.”
Lt. Cmdr. Saunders
(SIM) Tactical Chief

Before everyone had the chance to settle, the simulation was underway. Long range sensors would indicate a vessel approaching at warp 4.

Ael Aihia, simulation programmer.

“Ma’am (sim XO)! Sensors just snapped on, there’s a vessel approaching us at warp 4! Unidentifiable at this time.”
Lt. Cmdr. Saunders
(SIM) Tactical Chief
OOC: My bad, I split the topic .. tends to happen when I reply at work because I didn’t refresh the page lol pasted my reply in

IC: “Hail the approaching vessel and angle us to be slightly offset to the arrival of the vessel, I want a clear shot to maneuver in case we need it and raise shields. Yellow alert.” He knew this wasn’t going to be easy with the Captain’s foreshadowing earlier mentioning battle stations, still if there was a way to resolve a conflict diplomatically, he would try to pursue it.

Maxwell Saunders
AC

“Aye, sir,” K’Vexx responded as he settled into the Conn and maneuvered to the indicated spot.

At fifteen thousand kilometers it dropped from warp, revealing itself on short-range sensors as a D’deridex class Warbird in pristine condition. Its shiny, emerald exterior gave off an eerie aura; a strange concoction of prestige and malice.

“Hailing frequencies are open, so far no answer. Our ship is on yellow alert.” Bill Saunders shouted.
Lt. Cmdr. Saunders
(SIM) Tactical Chief

Each attempt the Dauntless made to hail them was fruitless. It was at their wits end that someone answered, but the communication was faint.

“Wait…I think I’m getting something from our hail…It’s faint but coming through.” Saunders said as he tried to pinpoint where the message from the vessel is coming from.
Lt. Cmdr. Saunders
(SIM) Tactical Chief

Once optimised, the message became clearer.

“Some kind of message is coming through clearer now.”
Lt. Cmdr. Saunders
(SIM) Tactical Chief

“Tactical chief, put the message on loudspeaker please so all can hear.”

Heather continued to remain at her station as she listened wondering what the message was.

Heather Argeneau, CE

Commander T’Pon, Sim XO

After working the controls on his console, the tactical chief then said, “Message coming through the loudspeakers now.”
Lt. Cmdr. Saunders
(SIM) Tactical Chief

“Federation,” the screen blipped from the greater expanse of space to the slim, organized interior of a military bridge. Situated in the centre chair, her poise reeking of ascendancy, a Romulan woman stared level with Captain Saunders’ eye. “You have crossed into Romulan territory. State your business.” Her voice was achingly familiar, but nothing was more telling than the hostility in her gaze.

Simulation

“Romulan! How did we get across their border?” Bill Wondered.
Lt Cmdr. Saunders
(SIM) Tactical Chief

T’Pon would stand up from her chair and approach the screen.

“Hail Romulan! We were not in any way shape or form aware that we were in Romulan territory. Can we examine our interstellar maps to see if your claim is correct before we continue?”

The Romulan woman looked up T’Pon with great disdain. “I suggest you do so quickly but I doubt you will find my accusations false,” she scrutinized the Vulcan before her, “Commander.”

T’Pon then looked sideways at whoever was near the navigation console.

“Interstellar maps. Now,” she said incredibly dryly, though at a volume the Romulan could not possibly hear.

Commander T’Pon, Sim XO

Max stood and held up his hand as he walked over to the viewscreen himself politely requesting silence on the bridge as he began to greet the Romulan knowing they took a diplomatic hand. They had always been difficult to deal with due to their proud and aggressive nature, but he hoped he could perhaps negotiate in a way. They were still trying to get everything up and running and had no idea where they were, so in truth it would be a rather truthful bluff. “Shaoi kon, Enarrain. I am Captain Maxwell Saunders of the USS Dauntless, I would like to offer our sincerest apologies for intruding into your rightfully claimed, sovereign space. At the current moment our navigational array had been malfunctioning and we had stopped here for repairs instead of navigating anywhere to avoid such a situation that we.. unfortunately currently find ourselves in. We don’t wish to be a burden upon your patrol, but if it’s not too much trouble to point us in the right direction back to Federation Space, we will expeditiously take the shortest route back to there.”

He had carefully crafted his words in hopes they would appeal to their sense of superiority to make them seem as insignificant as possible as if running across a trader that was merely passing through. Though, at the same time he was also stalling for everyone to get their bearings on their stations to be prepared for anything should it happen.

Maxwell Saunders
AC

“Shaoi ben, Captain.” Irritation flickered across her expression, but was quickly masked by innate hostility. She appeared skeptical of Saunders and his intentions, but Romulan paranoia was no less surprising than Klingon brutality. “Rha? You are much too far into Romulan territory to be here by ‘accident.’”

Snowflake approached Commander Saunders and sat next to him. The Romulan woman seemed familiar to the cat as well he turned his head sideways and he looked a the view screen a cruse expression on his face.

Crystal was busy at her station marking sure security was ready to go should the need for combat arise. She had to admit the Romulan was strangely familiar and snowflakes reaction only confirmed her suspicion that They may have met the women before.
Crystal Marine CO

Crystal might recognize the scar along the Riov’s jowel, but anything further was hidden behind a slim helmet braced against her crown.

“ have we met this person before” crystal said confused.

T’Pon would begin whispering in Saunders’ ear.

“I want to bait them into admitting they’re false. We’re nowhere near the Neutral Zone. This is pure harassment.”

Of course, only Saunders could hear this.

T’Pon, Sim XO

Max kept somewhat of a smile on his face for the viewscreen as he tilted his head a little bit closer to T’Pon’s and whispered back, “Commander, we don’t even have our navigational holoscreen up yet, we have no idea where the Captain put us at this moment.” He patiently waited a response from the Romulan on the Warbird. He couldn’t help but admire it in many ways, it was one of his favorite ships to look at if he were being honest with himself.

Maxwell Saunders
AC

“I am aware, however, I don’t think it would be realistic to plop us in the middle of Romulan territory without having gone through the neutral zone. Speaking of which, I’ll check myself.”

T’Pon then swayed to the tactical chief’s position.

“Saunders, give me our ship’s position please.” Only the tactical chief could hear this.

Commander T’Pon, Sim XO

We are 3 kilometers into the Neutral Zone. Position 301 mark 274.” The tactical chief whispered to the (sim) XO.”
Lt. Cmdr. Saunders
(SIM) Tactical Chief

Sensors would indicate they were within 5 million kilometers of the nearest star system, which included the planet Jojernim; a (ficticious) planet recently annexed from the Federation by the Star Empire. LCARS logs would confirm.

“Should I put up the shields until we determine what they are up to?” The Tactical Chief asked?
Lt. Cmdr. Saunders
(SIM) Tactical Chief

“No, tactical chief, that might seem like an escalation… though make sure to have your hand next to the shield control in case they start firing.”

T’Pon, Sim XO

“Understood, Maam. Just give me the word.”
Lt.Cmdr. Saunders
(SIM) Tactical Chief

Lt. K’Vexx readied his hands at the controls of the pilot seat, awaiting the command to begin evasive maneuvers…

-Lt. K’Vexx, CoS

“Shit,” T’Pon whispered to herself as the tactical chief told her their real position.

T’Pon then walked over to the captain and then whispered in his ear: “We’re in the neutral zone. Let’s cook up a convenient excuse not to get blasted out of existence or start a major war.”

Commander T’Pon, Sim XO

“Shall I prepare the ship for warp or evasive maneuvers?” K’Vexx asked, as the reality of their simulation started to dawn on him…

-Lt. K’Vexx, CoS

Heather had silently listened to everything going on and had to resist rolling her eyes. There were too many things going on at once. too many suggestions and not enough facts going on. However, she had nothing to add at the moment.

Heather Argeneau, CE

“If we don’t want to raise shields yet, how about going to yellow alert until we determine their intentions?”
Lt. Cmdr. Saunders
Tactical Chief

OOC: We should already be at yellow alert, but just for reference this will probably be a little slower than usual, our amazing Captain and GM has a bit much going on at the moment and she’ll post when she can, we’ll keep you guys updated for now! I’ll try to see if we can get something set up on the side so we can have something rolling in the mean time :)

-Mike

“Sorry, my controls were working improperly, it’s fixed now. We are on yellow alert.” Lt. Saunders said, a little perplexed that he did not realize yellow alert was already displayed.
Lt. Cmdr. Saunders
Tactical Chief

“ snowflake” crystal called. The cat turned and looked at her. She gestured at Saunders. The cat got up and walked over to Saunders and sniffed him. Crystal had sent the car to make sure Saunders was ok. She often sent that to check on her Marine’s when she was unable to deal check herself. She could not leave her post and and did not trust the chief tactical officer to tell her the truth.
Crystal marine CO

As the cat approached Saunders, he bent down to pet him. The tactical chief wondered if the marine Co was suspicious of who Bill Saunders really was.
Lt. Cmdr. Saunders
Tactical chief
Simulation

Crystal was indeed suspicious of Saunders but she was careful of most newcomers.

OOC: I have put in a few extra notes, and once those are responded to, we can get this thing back on the road! Thank you all for keeping up the great work. I know it’s difficult when your Storyteller isn’t helping the sim along, so bravo to you guys! - Trin

Heather watched Crystal move from her mistress to Saunders side and couldn’t help the smirk. though why the captain allowed that feline on the bridge was beyond Heather. Most would have demanded the beast removed for worry that it would distract his or her officers.

Heather Argeneau, CE

After seeing the LCARS reports, executive officer T’Pon proceeded to attempt to cook up a convenient excuse to get the Romulans off their backs. Walking over to the commanding officer, she said:

“Sir, it appears we are close to a star system recently annexed by the Romulans. It used to be ours. We could invent the fact our navigation logs have not been updated and ask politely to be escorted to the closest Federation star system.”

Commander T’Pon, Sim XO

“Cmdr., the Romulans have not put their weapons up yet, but sensors indicates their shields are flunctuating.”
Lt. Cmdr. Saunders
(SIM) Tactical Chief

Snowflake satisfied that Saunders was ok returned to crystals side.
Crystal marine CO
“Now remember Snowflake, it’s our secret, so don’t tell anyone, OK? Good boy.” Saunders said as the cat returned to Crystal and Saunders returned to his console.
Lt. Cmdr. Saunders
(SIM) Tactical chief

Bump to not lose

“Can someone get that cat off the bridge please? There’s no reason why a pet should be here.”

Commander T’Pon, Sim XO

Heather looked to snowflake then to Crystal wondering how they would respond. She managed to refrain from growling at the feline.

Heather Argeneau, CE

Snowflake uttered a working growl. “ He is not going anywhere Commander he is a valued member of my team. You may not know how to speak his language but I do. Did any of you fine something Familiar about that Romulan Commander snowflake and I sure did.” Crystal growled. She dropped her ears back against her head. This would be one fight with the Marine CO that was not worth having. Not to mention the cat had always been allowed on the beige of this ship.
Crystal marine CO

IOC: miner edit