Deep Star 6 - Game Thread

Savanna tosses her uniform tunic into the corner and starts rubbing her head, the effects of the dinner wine slowly wearing off. She sits on the bed, her back against the cool metal of the bulkhead. "Not quite the same as cool morning dive." she says to no one in the room. "But it will do."

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The ship comes alive with the following sound.

As the claxon blares, the communicator isn Captain Grimm's room jumps to life with Commander Worphin's voice. "Captain Grimm to the bridge!" [/B]

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Fields literally jumps from the bed at the sound of the ship-wide alert. She pulls herself to the edge of the bed and gets on her hands and knees.

"Hell of a time for a drill." she mumbles as she searches for her tunic. Seeing it, she reaches out and promptly cracks her head on the bed frame. She curses as her headache returns, with a vengenance.

OFF: And just where would her station be, as she is station ops and not ship ops?

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"That's quite all right, Doctor. At this hour it's practically a private conversation anyway. What would you like to know?"
As the two ladies chat in the exercise room ... the ship comes laive with the following sound.

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"Seems my question wil have to wait," R'rssar remarkes to Lt.Cmdr. Romero as she turnes on her heel and races out the gym.

As R'rssar enters her quarters and starts to hastily don her uniform a single thought goes through her head. 'Well, aren't we running away from somethig, Lieutenant Commander? Lucky for you the alarm sounded just then.'

As she leaves her quarters the Caitian grabs her communicator. Heading for the next turbolift she uses it to contact her CO, not wanting to add to the Banockburn's official com traffic at a time like this.
"R'rssar to Commander Rostoff. Sir, I just wanted to inform you that I am on my way to sickbay. Perhaps I can be of some use there."

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Originally posted by AslanC
As the claxon blares, the communicator isn Captain Grimm's room jumps to life with Commander Worphin's voice. "Captain Grimm to the bridge!"

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A light sleeper by necessity, Grimm quickly slides the covers aside and sits up on the edge of the bed, leaning over to tap the comm station as he stretches.

"Grimm here. What's going on, John?" he asks as he reaches for his captain's jacket.

Rostoff taps his badge, "Copy. McKeown and I are on our way to the bridge. If you see others of our crew have them report to their quarters or make themselves useful somehow."

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Originally posted by GandalfOfBorg
Rostoff taps his badge,...

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OOG: Too bad R'rssar can't hear him, as we are using the old-style flip-open communicators. OTOH, taping his badge may be some sort of personal good-luck charm for Rostoff... :D;)
See here: http://forum.trek-rpg.net/showthread...5&pagenumber=4 for some aspects of the technology in use in Aslan's game setting.

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"Aye Sir."

'Have them make themselves useful somehow,' R'rssar thought and shook her head in a gesture she had copied from her human colleagues long ago. Wondering how she should be able to decide who would be most useful in what capacity she hastened her pace even more, hoping to avoid the responsibility Rostoff had just placed on her shoulders by reaching sickbay as fast as she could.

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Originally posted by Sea Tyger
"Grimm here. What's going on, John?" he asks as he reaches for his captain's jacket.

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Worphin's voice sounds brisk like a man in the middle of soemthing that has his full attention. "Hard to explain sir. We have recieved an Mayday from Deep Star 6." You've known him long enough to get the feeling he isn't giving you the whole story.

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Originally posted by Savanna Fields
OFF: And just where would her station be, as she is station ops and not ship ops?

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OOG: As a passenger on the Bannockburn you really don't have a position. You could head to engineering and see if they need a hand there, but otherwise there is no place you are expected to be.

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Originally posted by AslanC
Worphin's voice sounds brisk like a man in the middle of soemthing that has his full attention. "Hard to explain sir. We have recieved an Mayday from Deep Star 6." You've known him long enough to get the feeling he isn't giving you the whole story.

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"Right. I'm on my way," Matthew replies. Quickly donning the rest of his uniform, the captain makes his way out of his cabin and into the turbolift.

He takes a moment to gather his focus, closing his eyes and breathing deeply to clear his mind of clutter. As the lift comes to a stop, Grimm exhales and opens his eyes, striding confidently onto the bridge as the doors open.

"Status report, XO."

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Originally posted by GandalfOfBorg
"Trouble before we even get to our new home. Guess we should get used to this. You should probably accompany me to the bridge," says Rostoff to his SOO.

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McKeown looked a little more than relieved at his Commander's suggestion that he join him on the Bridge. He would not be able to endure this emergency sitting on his hands, feeling useless.

"Aye, sir," he replied soberly, already moving.

He stopped at the nearest weapons locker, to retrieve a sidearm as a precaution.

Alejandra's head snaps around as the alert klaxon goes off, and she grabs a nearby towel as she jumps off the treadmill.

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Originally posted by Lancer
"Seems my question wil have to wait," R'rssar remarkes to Lt.Cmdr. Romero as she turnes on her heel and races out the gym.

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With a sharp nod, Alejandra dashes out of the gym as well, swiftly drawing ahead of the Caitian and weaving past Bannockburn's crew as she sprints for her quarters. Ariving there, she pauses only long enough to towel off the sweat before grabbing her uniform jacket and communicator and heading toward the bridge.

As the bridge turbolift doors hiss open, Alejandra finishes the last fasteners and, more or less in uniform, steps out. Quickly noting the activity on the bridge, she discreetly takes a spot out of the way, but near the helm console.

OOC: Well, that's the first trip down. Next week, looks like the hotel has free high-speed internet, so I'll try plugging in the laptop and continuing to play along. Of course, if you don't hear from me for another week, that means it didn't work.;)

And don't worry Lancer, I'm sure R'rssar will get another chance with her question. Cats are patient hunters. Though the thought of a cat psychologist is somewhat disturbing...:D

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Originally posted by Sea Tyger
"Status report, XO."

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Jon looks up as you walk onto the bridge. "Well sir, it's a helluva thing." He heads towards the science station, to show you somehting on the scanners. "We recieved a staticy and garbbled call for help from Deep Star 6 and then it went quiet. Since then we can't locate it."

Jonn looks up as he notices the bridge getting crowded but says nothing.

You (Captain Grimm) shoot him a look on the locate it, seekin confirmation of what you suspect.

"When I say locate it sir, I mean the station. It's not where it's supposed to be."

OOG Consider yourselves all to have arrived on the bridge, for those going there, by this point.

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Originally posted by AslanC

"When I say locate it sir, I mean the station. It's not where it's supposed to be."

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"What in the name of Hades?..." the captain mouths quietly as he confirms the reading himself. He shakes his head in disbelief a moment later, then turns and starts for his chair.

"John, take us to yellow alert," Grimm commands. "Mr. Everett, increase speed to warp factor 9 and calculate our new ETA."

As he takes his seat, he inclines his head toward the visiting CO. "Commander Rostoff, if I could have a couple of moments of your time?"

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Originally posted by Chris Landmark
Cats are patient hunters. Though the thought of a cat psychologist is somewhat disturbing...:D

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OOG: You, my dear Alejandra, have no idea about the psychology of cats whatsoever, but as psychology is a specialty of Medical Sciences, you can assume R'rssar knows more about it than you do....:D

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R'rssar rushes into sickbay and looks around for the man or woman in charge. "Would someone please tell me what's going on?"

Without really waiting for a reply the Caitian doctor looks around to see where all the medical equipment is stored, where she can get surgical gloves, and so on.

It doesn't take her long to familiarize herself with her surroundings. At least Starfleet makes sure to label everything clearly and R'rssar very soon knows where to find what she might need in case of any emergency.

'Great maker, this better be just another unscheduled drill... I hope.'

OOG: Unless told otherwise I will assume Jacoby is in charge and that he will tell R'rssar that he doesn't know what is going on.

"By all means," Rostoff replied, joining the captain, none too happy that he's lost his charge before even arriving.

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Originally posted by GandalfOfBorg
"By all means," Rostoff replied, joining the captain, none too happy that he's lost his charge before even arriving.

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"I know you folks are itching to help out, and I'm willing to let you all do so," Grimm says. "I'll assign them to assist my department heads, and you're welcome to work with Commander Worphin and myself."

Fully dressed, Savanna will enter the Engineering Room and locate the chief engineer. She will introduce herself if she hadn't had the opportunity to prior today (though I'm sure she would have}. She will offer her services if needed, rather than feeling like (what's that old earth phrase) "a third nacelle".

"Thank you, captain, I appreciate that. I'll let them know." Off to the side on the bridge, Rostoff flips open his communicator and contacts his new senior staff and tells them to report to their respective stations. With his SOO, he then waits on the side for new developments.

Once Rostoff steps aside to contact his crew, Grimm turns his attention to the science console.

"Mr. Vuson, I need you to give me scans of the area around DS6 as soon as you're in range," he says to the Vulcan science officer. "I need every piece of information you can give me before we get there. Understood?"

Once he gets confirmation from the Vulcan, Matthew angles his head toward the ops station and continues, "Mr. Remy, pull up all of the flash traffic that has anything remotely to do with Jentris Corridor, the Gorn or the Romulans. I'm especially interested in intel reports.

"Mr. Everett, do you have that ETA for me yet?"

As you all report to various stations you find yourselves preparing for the worst case.

In sickbay Dr. Jacoby seems fine with another doctor around and assigns you your own nurse.

On the bridge stations beep and hum with scans and what have you. (OOG Note; Communications is part of Ops in UST. See the webpage for this kind of info :) ).

The Sciences officer looks up from his blue light scanner and says "Captain, though it would seem unlikely, Deep Star 6 is not there."

Worphin turns with a curt reply "We are aware of that Mr. Vuson."

"You misunderstand." Vuson is perfectly Vulcan in his paitience "There is no debris in the area. It has not been destroyed, it is simply not there."

Worphin turns to look at the Captain as Lt. Remy at Ops speaks. "Sir the Romulan and Gorn channels are running at normal levels, not too much traffic. I am reciving a lot of merchant cross talk though. Over 200 different transmissions at this time."

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Originally posted by AslanC
(OOG Note; Communications is part of Ops in UST. See the webpage for this kind of info :) ).

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OOC: Okay, where on the website are the bridge stations mentioned? I couldn't find anything that remotely looked like it. :confused:

(And, are we talking about a TNG-style ops station, where the Navigator should be in TOS?)

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"You misunderstand." Vuson is perfectly Vulcan in his paitience "There is no debris in the area. It has not been destroyed, it is simply not there."

Worphin turns to look at the Captain as Lt. Remy at Ops speaks. "Sir the Romulan and Gorn channels are running at normal levels, not too much traffic. I am reciving a lot of merchant cross talk though. Over 200 different transmissions at this time."

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Matthew flashes his "this is not good" look at John, then turns to Remy. "Send this message to Starfleet Command: 'Have lost sensor contact with Deep Star 6. No debris has been detected; we are investigating. Matthew Grimm, Commanding Officer, USS Bannockburn,'" he orders, then adds. "Sift through the merchant chatter for anything that you might think is relevant.

"Mr. Vuson, continue your scans of the area; look for anything remotely anomalous," he tells the Vulcan.

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Originally posted by Sea Tyger
OOC: Okay, where on the website are the bridge stations mentioned? I couldn't find anything that remotely looked like it. :confused:

(And, are we talking about a TNG-style ops station, where the Navigator should be in TOS?)

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OOG: Whoops. My bad, thought I had put that up already. Guess I didn't. C'est la vie. Will try and get something up soon. And yes it is Ops beside Flight Control (who also do the navigation). Sorry for the confusion :Sheepish Grin:

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Originally posted by AslanC
OOG: Whoops. My bad, thought I had put that up already. Guess I didn't. C'est la vie. Will try and get something up soon. And yes it is Ops beside Flight Control (who also do the navigation). Sorry for the confusion :Sheepish Grin:

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OOC: *sigh* Another of my TOS memories I have to strip away for this game.... :o

:p :D

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Originally posted by Sea Tyger
"Sift through the merchant chatter for anything that you might think is relevant.

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Alejandra moves over to the Mission Ops console and picks up a comm earpiece. Leaning quietly in beside the Bannockburn crewmember there, she requests some of the merchant traffic be routed to her. She then stands quietly, head cocked to one side and eyes closed, listening.

OOC: I figure this to be a Combined Investigate test. *sound of dice rolling* Alejandra's contribution to the test is a 10.

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Originally posted by Chris Landmark
OOC: I figure this to be a Combined Investigate test. *sound of dice rolling* Alejandra's contribution to the test is a 10.

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OOG: You succeed in isolating comm traffic that is relevent to your situation.

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While msot of the chatter is ismply that, you manage to isolate the conversation between an Orion merchant ship and a Midearan trader.

Orion: "I'm telling you Vlwas the station is gone.

Vlwas (Midearan): Gone how? Destroyed?

Orion: No. Thye stole it. I was lucky to get out of the range of their ships.

Vlwas (Laughs): You are kidding with me! How could they steal a station? It would be torn apart!

Orion: I don't know, but it looked like some kind of "tractor-net" You know? Like the ones they use in asteroid mining, only much much bigger!

Vlwas: So who were they? Romulans? Gorns?

Orion: No, not them....(static) ...could.... (squark) .... corrid .... (Hissss)....

The signal is gone.

McKeown takes an unoccupied, out-of-the-way station, if there is one to be found. Otherwise he finds the lowest ranking, least essential officer and tries to commandeer the console with a simple, “with your permission…”

He puts an earpiece in his ear, and turns to the console to access sensors.

||Private Email coming your way, O great one.

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Originally posted by AslanC
Orion: No. They stole it. I was lucky to get out of the range of their ships.

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"Sirs," Alejandra addresses Grimm and Rostoff, "I think you might want to hear this..." She leans in over the crewman at the console to direct a replay of the conversation to the two commanding officers. As they are listening, she begins searching the computer for any records relating to the merchant Vlwas, or any other way to identify the unidentified Orion...

Total of 11 on a Computer Use (Retrieval) test.

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Originally posted by GandalfOfBorg
... Off to the side on the bridge, Rostoff flips open his communicator and contacts his new senior staff and tells them to report to their respective stations. ...

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After talking this over with Dr. Jacoby, R'rssar will direct any DS6 medical personnel travelling on the Banockburn to join the ship's damage control parties and stand by for further orders.

After that the Caitian simply waits, passing the time by thinking about some organizational matters she has in mind for DS6's medical department, occasionaly taking down some notes on an electronic clipboard, blissfully unaware that there may well be no DS6 any more.


OOG: I assume the Banockburn has dedicated damage control teams, if not R'rssar orders her personnel to a staging area where they won't get in the way (e.g. the officer's mess) instead.
Still OOG: Aslan, you told me my staff consisted of a grand total of 5 people. Are they all travelling to the station on the Banockburn?

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Originally posted by Chris Landmark
"Sirs," Alejandra addresses Grimm and Rostoff, "I think you might want to hear this..." She leans in over the crewman at the console to direct a replay of the conversation to the two commanding officers... [/i]

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"Try to pinpoint the location of the Orion's transmission," Matthew orders as he moves back to the railing near the science station. "Mr. Vuson, as soon as you're in range to do so, start looking for warp signatures and residuals from field emissions. Maybe we can get an idea of who did this.

"Where's my ETA, Mr. Everett?"

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Originally posted by Chris Landmark
... she begins searching the computer for any records relating to the merchant Vlwas, or any other way to identify the unidentified Orion...

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No information of any merchant named Vlwas (does not hold a Federation trade license) and there is no way to identify the Orion ship.

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Originally posted by Lancer
Still OOG: Aslan, you told me my staff consisted of a grand total of 5 people. Are they all travelling to the station on the Banockburn?[/I]

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Yes sir.

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Originally posted by Sea Tyger
"Try to pinpoint the location of the Orion's transmission," Matthew orders as he moves back to the railing near the science station. "Mr. Vuson, as soon as you're in range to do so, start looking for warp signatures and residuals from field emissions. Maybe we can get an idea of who did this. "Where's my ETA, Mr. Everett?"

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With the trasmission out of commo range it is also out of sensor range. Alas the annonymous Orion trader has slipped away, but you do have a fix on Vlwas's ship. (OOG: Scanning for Warp Signatures is so very very TNG and not at all possible in UST. Arguements can be directed to the Information thread)

Everett: Coming out of Warp now sir!

The Bannockburn drops out of Warp 9 and into the space where Deep Star 6 once stood. She is not there anymore.

A number of small ships are in the system, from a variety of species and companies, all traders and all asking where the station is.

The arrival of a Starfleet ship panics a few who begin powering up for warp speed, others see you as an anuthority figure and begin bombarding you with hails for information.

The comm board lights up like a Life Festival celebration.

Sciences turns to you "Unable to locate any emissions with our limited sensors." Vuson is not one for hyperbole "Unless we achieve an unexpected windfall of new information there is no way for our limited sensors to discover the fate of Deep Star 6."

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Originally posted by AslanC
The Nautilus drops out of Warp 9 and into the space where Deep Star 6 once stood. She is not there anymore.

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OOC: ...and where did the Bannockburn go? :p ;) :D

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Originally posted by Sea Tyger
OOC: ...and where did the Bannockburn go? :p ;) :D

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Edited and fixed.

My bad.

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Originally posted by AslanC
Sciences turns to you "Unable to locate any emissions with our limited sensors." Vuson is not one for hyperbole "Unless we achieve an unexpected windfall of new information there is no way for our limited sensors to discover the fate of Deep Star 6."

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"Thank you, Mr. Vuson," the captain replies, his brow furrowing with deeper frustration. "Lt. Remy, hail this Vlwas character; Mr. Everett, plot and lay in an intercept course."

The captain returns to his chair and awaits contact with the merchantman.

"Intercept the merchant sir?" says Mr. Everret.

"We have Mr. Vlwas on screen." says Lt. Remy as the screen jumps to life. On it you see a Midearan male sitting in the flight seat of a very tired looking free trader.

"Bannockburn? Federation? What do you want?" He seems a tad upset at the bother.

*OOG - To know anything about his race, make an alien cultures roll. I prefer it not be Captain Grimm, but maybe Commander Rostoff, to split up the scene a bit.

In engineering, as the crew dashs about, preparing for what no doubt will be another fast jump to warp, the Chief notices Fields.

"What are you doing in here? Other than getting in my teams' way?" He is a gruff Tellerite (are there any other kind?) and seems to have focused on you.

*OOG - If you can think of a way (through roleplaying) to engraciate yourself, now would be the time.

In sickbay it seems everyone is on pins and needles. Dr. Jacoby simply stands, his comm unit tapped into the bridge feed, listening to the conversation. His right hand flexing repeatledly.

*OOG - He seems very very nervous and on edge.

Rostoff tries to recall anything about Midearans and how best to deal with them.

Knowledge: Culture - (5+1) +10 =16

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Originally posted by AslanC
"Intercept the merchant sir?" says Mr. Everret.

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"If necessary, yes," the captain replies with slight annoyance.

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"We have Mr. Vlwas on screen." says Lt. Remy as the screen jumps to life. On it you see a Midearan male sitting in the flight seat of a very tired looking free trader.

"Bannockburn? Federation? What do you want?" He seems a tad upset at the bother.

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OOC: Gandalf, the Tellarite is the Bannockburn's chief engineer. Mr. Vlwas is a Midearan. :)

IC: "Mr. Vlwas, I am Captain Matthew Grimm; we are investigating the disappearance of the station," he begins formally. "You were having a discussion with an Orion trader just a moment ago, concerning the starbase's disappearance.

"We believe that the Orion merchant may have seen part of the attack, but we were unable to get a fix on his position before we lost his comm signal," the captain explains. "Mr. Vlwas, do you know the name of the Orion vessel, and did you, perhaps, have a fix on her when you were in communication?"

OOC: Negotiate test: skill 4, roll 5+6, int 0 = 15

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Originally posted by AslanC
In sickbay it seems everyone is on pins and needles. Dr. Jacoby simply stands, his comm unit tapped into the bridge feed, listening to the conversation. His right hand flexing repeatledly.

*OOG - He seems very very nervous and on edge.

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Now aware of the situation R'rssar puts down the electronic clipboard and sits straight and motionless in her cair, dividing her attention between the conversation on the bridge and Doctor Jacoby's reaction to the unfolding events.

'What makes him so nervous?' R'rssar silently wonders. 'It's an extraordinary situation, but he must be used to it, at least to some extend.' The Caitian's mind touches her memories of the Genesis War - the subspace messages of battles unfolding, the waiting for the wounded to start coming in, the sudden change between the waiting and struggling for someone's life - but only briefly.

'Perhaps I should just ask him what's wrong,' she thinks, but after a quick glance around sickbay she decides against it. 'Too many people around. No use in pointing out Jacoby's anxiety, if they haven't noticed it by now.'

OOG: I'll try a Medical Science(Psychology) check to figure out what makes Jacoby so nervous.
Roll=8, +1 for academic test, plus skill & attribute mod = 21
(TN should be +2 for different species)

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Originally posted by AslanC
In engineering, as the crew dashs about, preparing for what no doubt will be another fast jump to warp, the Chief notices Fields.

"What are you doing in here? Other than getting in my teams' way?" He is a gruff Tellerite (are there any other kind?) and seems to have focused on you.

*OOG - If you can think of a way (through roleplaying) to engraciate yourself, now would be the time.

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"Sorry, sir. Just here to offer my services. Wasn't sure of the emergency. Thought I would volunteer for any DC parties, if there were any."

Unless he has something to suggest, Savanna will return to her quarters to wait for further instructions from her CO.

*OOG - She has no specific diplomatic skills, so she's expecting him to shrugg her off. *

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Originally posted by GandalfOfBorg
Rostoff tries to recall anything about Midearans and how best to deal with them.

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Midearans are a confrontational people who are very touchy about their space and property. Freedom is a big thing for them, so much so that their government is almost an anarchy. They never sign trade agreements and refuse to pay tariffs or taxes. Their society is based on each member staking out his claim and defending it.

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Originally posted by Sea Tyger
"If necessary, yes," the captain replies with slight annoyance.

"Mr. Vlwas, I am Captain Matthew Grimm; we are investigating the disappearance of the station," he begins formally. "You were having a discussion with an Orion trader just a moment ago, concerning the starbase's disappearance.

"We believe that the Orion merchant may have seen part of the attack, but we were unable to get a fix on his position before we lost his comm signal," the captain explains. "Mr. Vlwas, do you know the name of the Orion vessel, and did you, perhaps, have a fix on her when you were in communication?"

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Vlwas snorts at you. "Why should I give a Feddie any information on a free trader? And why are you listening in on my private conversations?" He narrows his dark eyes. "You spying on me Feddie?"

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Originally posted by Lancer

OOG: I'll try a Medical Science(Psychology) check to figure out what makes Jacoby so nervous.
Roll=8, +1 for academic test, plus skill & attribute mod = 21
(TN should be +2 for different species)

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Your best guess is that he is expecting a fight and that he is feeling anixety about the situation. He is well within limits of effectivness and there are no red flags going up.

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Originally posted by Savanna Fields
"Sorry, sir. Just here to offer my services. Wasn't sure of the emergency. Thought I would volunteer for any DC parties, if there were any."

Unless he has something to suggest, Savanna will return to her quarters to wait for further instructions from her CO.

*OOG - She has no specific diplomatic skills, so she's expecting him to shrugg her off. *

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"Ha, Humans. No sticking power!" His comment is loud enough everyone can hear him. "Is that what they teach you at the Academny these days? Give up when confronted and turn tail and run?" He laughs a bit, but only a few other engineering staff chuckle, most have a look on their face that suggests sympathy for what you are dealing with.

"Monitor Station 12, and stay out from underfoot!"

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Originally posted by AslanC
Vlwas snorts at you. "Why should I give a Feddie any information on a free trader? And why are you listening in on my private conversations?" He narrows his dark eyes. "You spying on me Feddie?"

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"I wouldn't dream of it, Mr. Vlwas," Matthew replies, hiding a quick flash of frustration. Had this not been such a dire situation, the Midearan's response would have been humorous. "A Federation station has gone missing, as you were discussing across open channels. We're trying to find out what happened to it.

"Your Orion colleague apparently saw at least part of the event, and the final portion of his transmission indicates that he may be in grave danger," the captain explains, mustering up as much charm and diplomatic skill as a soldier can. "Any information you can give us will be a great help, and we certainly won't bother you any more if we don't need to."

OOC: Charm, diplomacy, charm, charm... ;)

OOC: Negotiate test: skill 4, roll 2+6, int 0 = 12

Rostoff whispers quietly to the captain, "I would suggest a firm hand with him, captain. These people are essentially anarchists and won't give up what they have without need or a very good reason."