Day One: Minus Three Hours.   Posted by Storyteller.Group: 0
Bianca Ssussunriyh
 player, 20 posts
 El-Aurian
 Ambassador / Diplomat
Sat 4 Jun 2016
at 23:59
Re: Day One: Minus Three Hours
[Bianca's Quarters]

The Ops Officer's reply to her text message had come surprisingly quickly, almost too quickly. Curious, Bianca looked up the personnel files on this Lieutenant Meg. An artificial humanoid? Well, that would certainly explain a few things, she thought to herself.

While she was at it, she studied the files of other prominent members of the crew, including those she had already met face-to-face. First impressions were important, but it always paid to do your homework, too.
Mathias Dahlstrom
 player, 18 posts
 SF-MARSOC
 Major - MarDet Plt Leader
Mon 6 Jun 2016
at 03:37
Re: Day One: Minus Three Hours
[Hallways on the way to the Armory]

Mathias made his way to the Armory at a controlled pace. With the stand down, he could take a moment to really take in the new ship as he made his way through the corridors. He had been studying schematics for the last few days, of course, but being inside it was always a little different than the diagrams.

Still, he had things to do and he was going to make sure the Marines were able to stow the gear they had properly.

[Armory]

"XO on deck," came the cry from his left as he entered the room.

"Carry on," he quickly responded, giving a nod in the direction of the order.

"Folks, before you completely gear down and secure it, I want your Mark II's sequenced for this ship. I'll be damned if we're not connected to the ship's sensors when and if we get another Alert," he continued, his gaze focusing on the junior officers and senior NCO's in the group.

He received a number of nodding heads in response, as well as a fair number of 'aye, sirs'.

"For those that just arrived, Welcome aboard. For those that just came off the alert...welcome aboard," he said with a smirk and quick laugh that was promptly returned by a couple handfuls of Marines extricating themselves from their armor.

"We don't have anything currently scheduled for training events during transit to the jump point. That said, the CO is in a meeting with the Captain and we all know how those things tend expectations. Barring that, though, I want the focus to be on making sure our gear is 100%. We have been blessed by the powers that be to have significant parts for maintenance and repairs, but I'd rather make sure we take advantage of all of Starfleet's resources before we no longer have them available. If you even think you have an issue with a bit of your kit, say something. Understood?," he said to the assembled group of seasoned warriors.

"Aye, sir," they responded nearly in unison. It was clear they were pretty stoked about not only having cutting edge equipment, but knowing that they could rest easy knowing it would be fully ready.

He gave them a nod and smile. "Alright, then, officers and senior NCO's, I'd like a minute as soon as we've got our gear stowed. Give me a couple 'mikes' to unass my kit and we'll have a little pow wow," he said as he started doffing his Mark II.

This message was last edited by the player at 19:52, Mon 06 June 2016.

Storyteller
 GM, 38 posts
Mon 6 Jun 2016
at 14:57
Re: Day One: Minus Three Hours
After having his private meeting with the Commander, Admiral Zenerin left the ready room and walked back out on the bridge.  He saw the alert status was lowered and the tense atmosphere had somewhat relaxed.  He looked around the bridge and then spoke to no one in particular.

"I understand there was minor damage done to the ship. Can it be repaired before we are scheduled to leave the spacedock? And if not, can the parts be transferred and the repairs done in route to the launching point?"

Richard Jericho
 player, 20 posts
 Commander
Mon 6 Jun 2016
at 15:13
Re: Day One: Minus Three Hours
Jericho follow the Admiral on to the bridge and walks over to Takamukp.
Meg
 player, 44 posts
 Operations Management
 Lieutenant
Mon 6 Jun 2016
at 15:56
Re: Day One: Minus Three Hours
[Bridge]

Meg looked over at the Admiral and nodded at his question. "Yes sir, it can be repaired before launch. The only remaining component that is not operating within expected operational parameters is the computer core, Admiral. Commander Yeager is on station at the core with an engineering team. They expect to have replacement parts from Starbase One available and installed before we are scheduled to launch. Barring any further difficulties, we will be ready to move forward with the planned timeline."

This message was last edited by the player at 20:13, Mon 06 June 2016.

Walter Peterson
 player, 17 posts
 Human Lieutenant
 Head Conn USS Hyperion
Mon 6 Jun 2016
at 16:34
Re: Day One: Minus Three Hours
Walter straightened up the best he could while the Admiral came back.  It always seemed to be that way, didn't it?  The days you laxed off the most seemed to be important when the Admiral was watching.  He was glad to hear they'd be going by launch without parts falling off so he wouldn't have to tweak things.  He was tingling a bit with anticipation, ready to flip the button of the one-way transwarp that he was waiting to use...
Kenix Jors
 player, 9 posts
Mon 6 Jun 2016
at 16:54
Re: Day One: Minus Three Hours
[Bridge]

He made the bridge in no time. The ship was easier to navigate than he thought it would be for a science vessel. Kenix supposed he should've known better. Jors had spent a decade on science vessels with his father. That still rattled him a little every time he thought about it. He was starting to wonder if he'd ever get fully used to it.

The second he entered he set his duffle down off to the side. It only took a second of looking to see he'd guessed right. Both the Admiral and the Captain (Commander apparently) were there. Without hesitation he walked straight to the Admiral and saluted. Then he pulled out and offered the PADD with all of his deployment details; personnel, equipment, the two shuttles he had been aware of that would fall under his command structure instead of the Hyperion's.

"Lieutenant Colonel Kenix Jors reporting for duty sir. All MarDet now aboard. It's a pleasure to finally meet you Admiral. You as well, Captain," he said with a cheerful tone.

He remained standing firmly at attention. To anyone on the bridge who'd spent time around SFMC before, he was young for his rank. Very young in fact. He looked to be in his early 20's which was a decade younger than most people who reached his rank. His hair was slightly longer than the average marine but decently groomed. The spots flanking his either side reached inward across his eyes towards his nose farther than most trill. He stood at average height with a lean, athletic frame. His eyes were a sparkling crystal blue that seemingly emanated enthusiasm. His uniform still looked neatly pressed, closely resembling the regular Starfleet uniforms everyone else present was wearing only with green as the accent color and more color on the sleeves.

"Captain, I understand things are far too busy now. When you have a moment though, after the launch, we should discuss expectations and scheduling about the MarDet aboard the Hyperion," Kenix suggested.
Terrence Yeager
 player, 23 posts
Mon 6 Jun 2016
at 17:39
Re: Day One: Minus Three Hours
[Engineering]

Yeager had acknowledged receipt of the diagnostics and such from the bridge and put them to good use. He also accepted any help that was given by Meg concerning the installation of the new gel pack in the computer core and had just previously finished running systems checks after everything was installed and fixed. Computers were now functioning within parameters and the capacitors were either replaced or repaired.

While running systems checks, especially those concerning the shields, he found that a certain Sialk had come and run some tests concerning the shields. The numbers were amazingly accurate and according to his own guess, would be highly effective. Terry took a moment to look up Sialk in the roster and found out that he was a Vulcan.

*Of course the numbers were accurate and effective* he thought to himself. *They were run by a Vulcan.* Terry would have to look Sialk up later and thank him.

Terry took a moment to breath and soak it all in. He was finally heading out into space once more. Out into unchartered waters. A smile returned to his face. "Seran, you ready for this?" Terry asked wondering what would drive a young pretty Ensign to go out to the edge of the known universe.

"Yes Sir, I believe I am."

"Good. I think I am too." Terry said reflectively. He looked over at the time. Somehow they had managed to replace and repaire everything in record time. It was nothing less than a "miracle."

=/\=Bridge. This is Lt. Commander Yeager. Engineering is ready to ready to go. Just give the order. Engineering out.=/\= 

[Will use the Engineering thread after we take off]
Taeko Takamuko
 player, 61 posts
 Lt Commander Takamuko
Mon 6 Jun 2016
at 21:14
Re: Day One: Minus Three Hours
Richard Jericho:
Jericho follow the Admiral on to the bridge and walks over to Takamuko.


Taeko reacting to the Captains and Admirals, arrival stops his reaction to people approaching the admiral and listens to the Captains orders. Sir is his acknowledgement of them. Followed by a "the bridge is yours Captain" as he bows and takes his leave.

Waits till the Marine officer has finished with the Admiral to quickly liase with him
Richard Jericho
 player, 21 posts
 Commander
Tue 7 Jun 2016
at 03:29
Re: Day One: Minus Three Hours
Jericho nods, "Thank you Commander." turning to the Marine, "Welcome aboard Colonel, Sorry for the rather chaotic reception. Once we get everything in order and are in route we'll discuss it over drinks in seven forward. Now Colonel, I will let you and the Admiral speak privately."
Mavrik
 player, 42 posts
 Male Orion Counsellor
 How can I make you feel?
Tue 7 Jun 2016
at 09:44
Re: Day One: Minus Three Hours
[Bridge]

The green Orion counsellor at last returned to the Bridge, finding it crowded with officers reporting in. He'd done all that back in the formal boarding process no more late arrivals for him, he hoped. Mavrik returned to his place in an out-of-way niche, quietly and patiently observing proceedings. Some might mistake him for an impassive Orion bodyguard though, always watching and waiting for something to go wrong.
Arak Zenerin
 Admiral, 3 posts
Tue 7 Jun 2016
at 15:01
Re: Day One: Minus Three Hours
Listening to the answers from the various department representatives, Admiral Zenerin looked back over at the Commander.  "It seems we can repair most or all of the damage on the way to the rendezvous.  Commander, if you will check the final preparations we are on schedule to launch at 1200 hours.  I will leave the final call to launch at your discretion.  In the meantime, I will be in the Observation Lounge making final arrangements for the mission."
Meg
 player, 46 posts
 Operations Management
 Lieutenant
Tue 7 Jun 2016
at 15:19
Re: Day One: Minus Three Hours
[Bridge]

Meg did some quick tests of the computer system before she acknowledged the chief engineer's report. =/\="Commander Yeager, this is the bridge. All my tests of the system indicate successful repairs. On behalf of all those looking forward to exploring the Delta quadrant, thank you for the speedy and successful work, Commander."=/\=

Meg turned to the captain. "If I may borrow a phrase from Earth's history - the board is green, sir. All systems are go. We are cleared to go where no man has gone before."
Richard Jericho
 player, 22 posts
 Commander
Tue 7 Jun 2016
at 16:00
Re: Day One: Minus Three Hours
Jericho nods, "Thank you Lieutenant, pleas open a ship wide com."

After Meg confirms the comm is open, "This is commander Jericho, I would like to take this opportunity to welcome everyone aboard and I look forward to working with you on this extended mission. We will be launching as scheduled at 1200 hours if anyone has any concerns or last minute request please advise you section head. For those who haven't already done so and those that feel the need, please take some time after launch and before we make rendezvous to record any message to loved ones and friends. That is all."
Arak Zenerin
 Admiral, 4 posts
Tue 7 Jun 2016
at 16:18
Re: Day One: Minus Three Hours
The Admiral listened to Commander Jericho's message and nodded at him. He then turned and exited the bridge and headed into the observation lounge.
Meg
 player, 47 posts
 Operations Management
 Lieutenant
Tue 7 Jun 2016
at 16:29
Re: Day One: Minus Three Hours
[Bridge]

Meg opened the shipwide comm as instructed and listened to what the captain had to say. The last statement he made was something that didn't really apply to her. Or did it? She had creators. There were plenty of sentient beings that seemed to care about her, her progress, her successes and failures. Were they her family? Were they her friends? What did that really mean? Was Meg just another tool of Starfleet's, or was she more than just mechanical parts? Wasn't organic life just a product of genetic coding, anyway?

She closed out the comm when the captain finished speaking, and then her gaze drifted over to the counselor for a few moments. She wondered if the bulky Orion had ever counseled an artificial intelligence before and what he might have to say about her existence. Once they made it to the Delta quadrant, she'd have to find out.

After looking at Mavrik for what was probably long enough to be considered rude, Meg turned her gaze back to her console, though she just stared at it for a little while. The board was green - all systems were go for launch. She may never again see anyone that she had known before this assignment. So she did compose a message for those in the Vega system that had been instrumental in her construction, creation, education, and improvement. It would go with the last comm burst before they left.

This message was last edited by the player at 20:19, Tue 07 June 2016.

Chamille 'Shimmer' O'Connor
 player, 38 posts
 Chief Science Officer
 Fascinating!
Tue 7 Jun 2016
at 17:08
Re: Day One: Minus Three Hours
The whole ordeal was over, but it had been quite overwhelming for the scientist. She was not exactly fresh out of the academy, of course, but the idea of a cloaked vessel, potentially full of Romulans ready to start shooting, had driven her blood pressure and heart rate through the roof for that short time. She would be one of the people filing a grievance, her fear slowly seeping into anger. Still, she was a professional, and any personal issues she had could wait until they were dismissed from their stations. She did want to record a message for her parents after launch, but she had to calm down first. She was sure her father would raise almighty Hell at what had happened and may even still without her mentioning it (being the daughter of a flagship Captain on his way to Admiral had it's peaks and valleys) but she didn't really want it to come to that, and if she was going to be sincere and steady, she had to keep her blood pressure down.

She took in a slow breath and exhaled, repeating the measure a few times, a trick her old therapist had taught her a long time ago to relax her frayed nerves, and it slowly took effect, soothing her tension slowly out of her neck and head. After a few minutes, she opened her eyes again, and looked down at her console. All green. All ready for launch. All scans normal.

She turned in her chair toward the operations console, watching Meg for a second as she stared at her console for a moment, before she gently cleared her throat. "Thank you, Lieutenant," she said softly, smiling when Meg turned to her. "For your help feeding information to the science station during the, ah, potential crisis. Your aid with the scans was very helpful in completing my reports." She offered no explanation, nor was she willing to, about why she had all but frozen up during the ordeal. It was likely something she needed to talk with Mavrik about on a more professional level. Glancing up, she made sure Mavrik had returned and safely tucked himself away. She offered him a smile, before turning back to Meg. She honestly found her quite interesting. She had never had the opportunity to work with an artificial sentient being before. It would be an experience, one she was greatly looking forward to.
Meg
 player, 48 posts
 Operations Management
 Lieutenant
Tue 7 Jun 2016
at 20:38
Re: Day One: Minus Three Hours
[Bridge]

Meg broke from her brief moment of reflection at Shimmer's voice. "You are welcome, Lieutenant O'Connor. I'm always happy to help gather and categorize information to help you out. You'll find I'm good at dealing with extremely large data sets, detecting patterns, and making projections based on historical information. However, speculation and guessing at complete unknowns is where I occasionally falter. I assign probabilities to future events based on what I know, but people often take a more holistic approach to problem-solving than the granular probabilistic model I, and presumably other AIs, often use." It was probably good for the captain and senior officers to understand her capabilities and limitations. Those were probably listed somewhere in the pages and pages and pages of information Starfleet had provided on her, but sometimes people missed stuff or didn't fully understand it at first. So making the comment with all the senior staff around seemed appropriate to her.

Meg began to turn away, but then thought to mention something else. "But watching people like you at work helps my functionality in this manner improve. One of the goals of my creation was to create an artificial intelligence capable of the sort of creativity necessary to solve previously unseen problems like those that will undoubtedly be encountered by an exploration starship. If ever you need an extra pair of hands and I'm not otherwise occupied, helping a scientist with her work and asking her about the conclusions she draws would be high on my list of ways to become occupied."
Terrence Yeager
 player, 24 posts
Tue 7 Jun 2016
at 21:30
Re: Day One: Minus Three Hours
*A message home,* thought Terry as he heard the Captain's address. He doubt he would send one after they left dock, but sending one now wouldn't hurt. But what would he say.

He had left Earth after the divorce leaving everything to his wife, Crystal. It was more than amicable, she got it all. Including their daughter, Melissa. Work aboard a starship had just gotten in the way. Which lead to drinking, which lead to...the divorce.

He was now just getting away from it all. He wasn't ready to be put out to pasture, nope, he fortieth birthday was in a month. Middle life crises was all it was. Instead of a new vehicle, he would go off to the Delta Quadrant. Seemed fitting.

He typed his message of four little words and sent it to be added to the last comm burst. He turned and checked the shield frequency once more.

Yeager's typed message, not recorded, was simply this. "Thanks. Thanks for everything."
Bianca Ssussunriyh
 player, 22 posts
 El-Aurian
 Ambassador / Diplomat
Tue 7 Jun 2016
at 23:11
Re: Day One: Minus Three Hours
Although Bianca had no relatives, she had numerous friends and acquaintances, some closer than others. However, she had already made her goodbyes, in person wherever possible, so she didn't really have any messages to send. At least, not to individual people. Instead, she composed a brief missive addressed to Earth, the Federation, and the Alpha Quadrant in general: Farewell, until we meet again.

(Being so much longer-lived than most other species, the El-Aurian people had a habit of never saying never. In time, all things were possible...)

Her studies of the personnel roster complete for the nonce, Bianca made her way to the nearest turbolift, which she instructed to convey her to the main bridge. Upon arrival she stepped out of the lift-car, remaining in the alcove where she wouldn't get in the way, leaning idly upon her walking stick until someone acknowledged her presence. Bianca was possessed of limitless patience, or so it often seemed to those who encountered her.
Mathias Dahlstrom
 player, 19 posts
 SF-MARSOC
 Major - MarDet Plt Leader
Tue 7 Jun 2016
at 23:42
Re: Day One: Minus Three Hours
Mathias glanced up at the Jericho's voice, as was his habit when the shipwide comm went off. He took it in with a certain amount of stoicism. He had been fortunate to have a few days with his family before he arrived on the Hyperion, but this was one step closer to actually being out of touch possibly forever.

He glanced around the leadership that he had surrounded himself with, giving them a small smile. "Make sure everyone that wants to does so. No one is left out unless they are explicit in stating that they do not wish to take advantage of the opportunity," he said, his voice deadly serious.

He received a bunch of nods and smile as they dispersed to let the rest of the MarDet start the process in controlled groups.

He sat back in his chair at the now empty table and thought about what he might say that he had not already. Was there ever a reason not to say 'I love you' when you could? He decided to take advantage of the chance.

He made his way to his office and sat at the console to start up his recording.

"Mom, dad, T'Leiah, T'Paula...," he paused and gave them a sad smile. "Know that I love you and will be thinking of you often. Although I still have hope of someday returning, who knows when that will be and what will have changed in the time between. I could not have asked for a more amazing family than the one I was blessed with and hope that you truly do understand my reason for being a part of this."

"Markus and Dana, I could never express the sheer joy of having your daughter as my wife even for the brief moment in time that it was. Her life was more precious to me than my own and I thank you for allowing me to be her husband and accepting me into your family as you did...," he paused as he tried to collect himself, the tears just barely held back and his smile nearly gone entirely. "She will always maintain a place in my heart and I hope you understand that I hold you as dear to me as the family that raised me."

He took a deep breath before wrapping, his subdued smile returning. "Again, I hope this is 'until we meet again' rather than a true 'goodbye', but if it is, know that I left doing something that I love with people that I respect and honor. I will miss you all," he finished, his smile now reaching his eyes as he nodded his goodbye before turning off the console.

He sat back in his chair and continued to fight some of the emotions that had ran through him during his recording. He had never been very good at keeping a tight rein on them to begin with, but even ten years after her death, whenever he actively thought about the loss of his wife, he would become nearly overwhelmed with a strange mix of the amazing love they had shared and the grief at losing her. It was something he hoped never really went away.
Chamille 'Shimmer' O'Connor
 player, 39 posts
 Chief Science Officer
 Fascinating!
Wed 8 Jun 2016
at 00:35
Re: Day One: Minus Three Hours
Shimmer smiled openly at Meg and she nodded emphatically. "I am sure you will be a great aid to me and the other officers during this mission and our projects therein. You are welcome to observe any of my projects or experiments and assist in making assessments and outcome theories." Her smile grew a bit at an amusing thought. "If you're looking to get into something creative, though, you should get into holodeck program creativity. Creative thinking is sort of like a muscle. It has to be stretched and pulled to get stronger. It translates from imagination to practical rather easily, actually. Something to think about."

She turned back to the console, prepared to record her potentially final farewell before their launch. She had spent a good while with her parents before launch date, and visited the memorial for her fiance, but still, time to say one last thing... She prepped her station to record, and spoke softly so as not to disturb anyone else.

"Hi, Mom and Daddy. I know we already said our good byes and had our cries, but I just wanted to send one last message before we go deep space. I know how much you love me. You always showed me in your own ways how much you did, always supported me in any way I went with my life. You were there for me during the darkest time of my life and gave me the strength to carry on after. I could never repay that gift. Thank you. Please... visit Brent's memorial marker as often as you can. Tell him that I'm thinking about him all the time." Her smile was soft, quiet, almost tearful. "Thank you for everything, Mom and Daddy... I can't wait already to see you again. Don't worry. I'll be fine. You made sure of that. I love you."

She finished and sent the recording with the data packet to be sent to earth at their departure. She leaned back in her chair, both sad for what she was leaving and excited for what potentially lay ahead...

This message was last edited by the player at 07:02, Wed 08 June 2016.

Walter Peterson
 player, 18 posts
 Human Lieutenant
 Head Conn USS Hyperion
Wed 8 Jun 2016
at 04:03
Re: Day One: Minus Three Hours
Walter smiled and was a bit more professional-looking when Jericho made his announcement, now that they were about to get underway with the one-way drive that was.  He had a thought about seeing if there was a way he could tinker with the information; it was one-way, sure to burn out certain circuits, but if he could just tinker with it, who knows?  It wasn't as if he wouldn't have a lot of free time anyway...

But he tilted his head at the suggestion to record for loved ones.  There were some friends he had, but he'd already said goodbye to them when they knew he was on the big one-way trip anyway.   There was one person he could send a message to, at least one he always recorded messages to.  It had been nearly twenty years, but Walter still recorded messages now and then.

"Hey Dad," he began, making an audio recording.  "Hope Mom's there with you.  I know I'm still a screwup, but hey... Heh.. haven't been kicked out yet.  Hopefully I'll still be able to shape up, make you proud.  Middle of the Delta, can't get on Jellico's toes out here, right?  I thought I'd do good after the war, but it's rough right?  Maybe they'll see me like Captain Williams did."

"Miss you."
  He sighed and transmitted the recording to the same place he always did- to Wolf 359.
Mark Fontaine
 player, 12 posts
Wed 8 Jun 2016
at 06:54
Re: Day One: Minus Three Hours
Given the nature of Marks Assignments he knew he was not permitted to send a live message to his family, he had recorded one that would be sent in a month or so explaining what was going on and had spent a few days leave with them a couple of weeks ago, keeping impassive as he said "Love you, see you soon" had been hard. Instead he composed a report to the team behind the cloak, they needed to know about the interference it had caused if it was ever going to be deployed on mass. Treaties don't last forever even if the war had made for strange bedfellows.
Mavrik
 player, 43 posts
 Male Orion Counsellor
 How can I make you feel?
Wed 8 Jun 2016
at 07:56
Re: Day One: Minus Three Hours
[Bridge]

Recognising Shimmer's relaxation exercise one he did often enough himself Mavrik looked down at her with a gentle smile and nod of approval. He saw no issue there to worry about, only one being managed in an effective way.

From his position, he overheard snatches of a fair few conversations, but he wasn't exactly eavesdropping, and nor would he interrupt. Affairs seemed to be going well. He knew some were composing last messages, as the captain suggested, but he'd already sent his, and he had nothing more to say, nothing he wanted to say again. The chance he would never see his family again had allowed him to finally talk freely. He didn't want to spoil his last words by contacting them again.

He spied a familiar form by the door, hovering as he did. 'Hello, Ambassador. Welcome to the Bridge.' he greeted in a warm voice.