The 15 minutes pass all too quickly for some, and much too slowly for others who are just waiting.

It is confirmed that all but 7 of expected crew have made it aboard the ship. Three are in sickbay on the base, 3 are still in transit to the base and won't make it, and one is unaccounted for still.

"Ensign Quinn... sound departure, disengage docking clamps and take us out at your discretion," Captain th'Valla tells his conn officer.

Because the ship is in spacedock, all the umbilical connections have to be disengaged, gangways removed, hatches sealed, and any nearby personnel who might still be working on the exterior of the ship have to be notified to get clear. Also, non-ship crew who are still on the ship should move to the starbase... NOW.

All the mechanical functions are the responsibility of other people in the vicinity, but Quinn is monitoring it all from her console. She wouldn't just activate impulse engines if a gangway was still in place, for instance.

The sudden, hasty activity was to be expected, as everyone was made aware of the ship's imminent departure.

"Aye, sir," Elle said to the Captain with a touch of eagerness in her voice, as she activated a ship-wide mission broadcast, for the fifteen minutes felt a though they might as well have been days. =/\= "May I have your attention please, all hands at ready stations, repeat all hands, ready stations. Prepare for immediate departure." =/\=

That one unlucky soul who was the last member of the crew unaccounted for would have to wait. "Sorry, I owe you one," Elle said under her breath. Then she hailed the dockmaster, =/\= "Narenda Control, this is the Mongoose, requesting permission to depart." By-the-book....

The dockmaster's confirmation came a moment later, =/\= "This is Control, Mongoose. Permission to depart granted. Thirty seconds for port gates." =/\=

Elle's eyes flitted over to the Captain, to whom she nodded before answering, taking us out at my discretion, =/\= "Acknowledged."=/\=

Then Elle exhaled, "Here we go," as the Mongoose weighed anchor. "All mooring beams deactivated and clear." Then the illuminated, sky blue paneled space doors ahead began to part. And Elle's smile grew, as she traced her fingers along the Flight Conn console's manual controls. "Aft thrusters engaged." And with that, the ship began to glide forward, then to and through the gates, gracefully and with purpose.

As the starship passed the viewports of Narenda's inner circumference, officers and enlisted alike took pause from their work to watch her depart. Elle eyed the surrounding ships and concourse windows, certain that onlookers were envious, given the frenetic activity and vying for position that preceded their launch.

Ever the musician, in her head, Elle heard the soaring, but imaginary, orchestral fanfare that accompanied the starship's first steps in their new mission — and at this opportunity for a new beginning, for herself.

"We have cleared space-doors and all ship traffic," Elle announced, beaming. "Course heading, Captain?"
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"Set course 483 mark 988, ahead Warp 1," the Captain replied to Quinn.

"Let's give the Mongoose a little shake before we actually try to destroy it."


((OOC from GM: In keeping with the refit subplot, I'm using the 1000-degree circles, making a degree 1/1000th of the circle. In theory, of course, the heading could be extended out to 5 or more decimal places, but I figure only the computer would need to deal with that. 'Mark' is how many degrees from the level plane you point the ship, with 0 (zero) always being straight ahead. Anything from 0 to 249 would be up and forward, 250 would be straight up, 251-499 would be up and backwards, 500 would be full reverse, 501-749 would be down and backwards, 750 would be straight down, and 751-999 would be down and forward. 1000 would be same as 0.

So the current course is a few degrees to starboard and 12 degrees down.

The conn can set the course by entering the data in digitally, or it can simply 'turn the dial' to the proper course.

Another option is to simply select a destination, and let the computer calculate the correct heading to get you there. In the current scenario, an actual destination isn't known.))
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Silviene's tail twitched slightly as they exited spacedock. She always had this sense of anticipation when starting a new mission. She was ready for action. Her species had evolved from apex predators and while she didn't mind a little rnr she never liked to remain idle for long. She hoped that this crew would be a good one.

Anther watched the helmswoman head out of space dock, and nodded in satisfaction. He was given a good, if strange, crew, and knew that it would take some time to get the crew comfortable with one another. Now he needed to show leadership and confidence in them to help forge them into the finest crew that Starfleet had ever had.

"Lt. Commander Felis. You have the bridge, I'll be in my office. Contact me when we are nearing the patrol area." He said as he stood up from his chair. He waited for Silviene to acknowledge before he headed to the office.

Entering he went to his desk.

"Set course 483 mark 988, ahead Warp 1. Let's give the Mongoose a little shake before we actually try to destroy it."

"Aye, sir," Elle said, smiling.

She brought the Nebula-class starship about, her fingers moving nimbly at the controls. "Setting course for patrol area. Heading 483, mark 988."

For a moment, "Warp One... shake —" the Mongoose was silhouetted dramatically against Narenda Station "— engaged."

The Shackleton Expanse beckoned. Suddenly, stars became starlines and a vortex of blue enveloped the Mongoose. They were on their way....

Silviene nodded

" Aye sir!"

She moved to stand near the captains chair, turning her console over to anther tactical officer. She watched the view-screen with narrowed eyes.

Zarim sat at the science console and fidgeted. He'd only been there an hour since the ship left Narendra, but it had still been rather boring.

Suddenly, the sensors picked up... something... in the Expanse!

"Captain... I mean, Commander Felis," he begins. "Sensors are picking up something in the Expanse. It showed up as soon as we got within range."

"It might be a ship, but I can't be sure. If it wasn't for the new sensor pod, I doubt we'd even be getting this. It seems to be shadowing us. But, I suppose it could be some kind of... animal."

Silviene cocks her head and tilts her ears back, narrowing her eyes.

"keep an eye on it and be ready with the shields. If it is a cloaked klingon ship, last I knew they had to drop their cloak to fire."

Elle's ears perked up. Some kind of spacefaring animal?

"Ready to take evasive action — if need be, sir," she said.

Then she turned to the Bolian Science Officer, "Are you getting life signs from the... um, anomaly itself?
Do the readings indicate something organic following us?"

"No, it's not registering as a life form, but it's also not registering as a ship," the Bolian answered Quinn. "It fades in and out. There's a lot of dark matter in the Expanse, which interferes with sensors. I'm starting to think that it's just a sensor ghost. I'm just not that familiar yet with these new sensor pods."

For the next 9 hours, Zarim continues to pick up this 'sensor ghost'. At times, it disappears completely, only to return within 10 or 15 minutes. He does register a change in density of the dark matter whenever the ghost disappears.

Towards the end of the ninth hour, sensors pick up the remnants of a space battle... expanding debris field, residual energy patterns.

Since the Mongoose wasn't intentionally heading for the site, but was keeping with its mission of scanning the Expanse as it tested the new sensor pod, the site is about 120,000 kilometers to port.

Nothing else is being picked up on sensors.

When Silviene's shift ends she heads off towards the holodecks.

With phantoms afoot and "sensor ghosts" on her mind, Elle immediately made note of the residual energy patterns and expanding clouds of debris picked up by their sensors. "Sir, sensors indicate that a battle took place about 1.2 thousand kilometers to port. Should we investigate further and take a closer look, or maintain course?"

OOC: I imagine Quinn could be addressing either Lt. Commander Felis or the Captain, if the ship first registers the remnants of the space battle when either/only one or the other is present on the bridge!

>> To / From Quinn's Quarters >>

EDIT: Elle will journey to and from her quarters as appropriate at shift-change, largely keeping to herself....
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No one could predict what might happen when one was on duty, so it was silly to keep one person on duty for any extended length of time. Sometimes it could be quite boring on duty. People needed relief from that.

With Commander T'Shran temporarily relieved from duty, it fell to the Second Officer to fill in for her.

That's what had put R.T. on the bridge, relieving Lt. Commander Felis.

As they approached the site of the attack on the transport ship that had been bringing T'Shran to the starbase, and thus resulted in her injury, he expected the captain to come to the bridge.

"Has any debris reached this far yet?" he asked. "If so, beam it into a science lab."

"Can the sensors pick up any debris large enough to be an escape pod?"

While he waited for an answer and continued to watch the main view screen, he typed an alert to the Science Lab.

As the ship approached the debris field from the Shackleton side of the border, the captain stepped onto the bridge. He walked calmly over to the main chair, and took his place as the deck officer stood up. "So what do we have people?"

In reply to Anther th'Valla (msg # 55):

>>>>>>> From Medical Bay >>>>>>>

Miranda walked on to the Bridge.

" Captain, First Officer reporting for duty? "

>> From Quinn's Quarters >>

Being the brash, but socially-awkward person she was, Elle eschewed the crew lounge when her shifts ended for the night, after she started seeing the same faces at the... Burrow? Or was it, Ship in a Bottle? Either way, Elle hid away in her quarters instead, fighting off insomnia by composing music on her keyboard, well into the night and early morning.

After her brief, typically-fitful night's sleep, the following day Elle reported to the bridge for first rotation several minutes early, only to find both Captain th'Valla and Commander T'Shran already there.

She greeted each with a nod and a "Sir," before assuming her post at the Conn.
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"We've reached the site of the destruction of the Catspaw... more or less," Zarim reported to the captain.

"We haven't changed course to reach the exact site, pending on your orders. Sensor have detected debris. We are endeavoring to transport some of the debris to the science labs for confirmation that it was the Catspaw and was attacked by a Klingon ship and then destroyed by a warp core breach."

"Anther nodded at Commander T'Shran. "Welcome back commander." He said before going back to looking at the screen.

"Ensign Thraw bring up the details on the main viewer. And scan for any Klingon ships in the area. Send out a hail to the nearest Klingon outpost, requesting permission to enter the Corridor to retrieve our ships remains, and investigate the site."

He looked at Miranda. "You said the Catspaw was in the Corridor, and was attacked as soon as it left the corridor. Correct? So it should be within close proximity to the edge of the corridor."

Thraw contacts the nearest Klingon outpost, which turns out to be a lot farther away than expected. At Captain th'Valla's request for permission, the base commander, one Commander Kabar, has no idea what you are talking about.

He claims not to have any jurisdiction over the area in question, but as far as it goes, he gives his permission to recover the remnants of the ship and investigate the area.


Nor does Thraw detect any Klingon ships in the area. He believes the sensor pod would be able to detect even a cloaked ship, but the sensors detect none.

With the permissions given, Anther nods, and orders the ship into the Corridor. "Keep us within the established corridor, and go to red alert. We have wreckage to recover. Light up the area fully with our sensor pod. Make them glow in the dark." The last comment is more of a whisper to himself.

"Aye, sir," Elle responds, "Bringing us into the corridor within established parameters, for wreckage recovery."

13:24, Today: Saoirse Eleanor 'Elle' Quinn rolled 28 using 2d20 with rolls of 10,18.
Pilot ship into Corridor to recover wreckage, but ready to take evasive action - individual dice.

OOC: Sorry, guys! I rerolled because I forgot to check off the “individual dice” option and didn’t record the first roll's individual numbers!

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It's been awhile since the Catspaw exploded, so the wreckage is scattered across a very wide area in an ever-expanding circle. The sensors are still able to pick up the debris.

The majority of it can be beamed directly to a hangar bay.

According to Commander T'Shran, the Catspaw was attacked when it left the Corridor. This corridor was something that the Klingon escort ship had told the freighter captain existed. Apparently, the Klingon outpost doesn't know anything about this Corridor.

In any case, you have to leave the Corridor to reach most of the wreckage.


It doesn't really require a roll for Elle to get the ship there as it's a routine task.


It takes about 3 hours to retrieve all the wreckage you can find.

"Sir!" the Science ensign said excitedly. "The sensors are picking up an ion trail... well, the computer says it's a trail, but it's just scattered ion disbursement in the area. It could have been caused by the explosion, but the computer insists it's a trail... probably made by a cloaked ship."

"The sensors in the pod are awesome!"

"Oh, yeah... the trail heads into the Expanse."