Day One: Minus Three Hours.   Posted by Storyteller.Group: 0
Storyteller
 GM, 17 posts
Wed 18 May 2016
at 13:09
Day One: Minus Three Hours
Admiral Zenerin walked the corridors of the Luna while the final preparations were made for the mission.  Crew members and base personnel moved about the ship delivering equipment and locking storage cases in place for the journey.  With the scope of the journey and no ability to return, almost every available space was loaded with supplies.  He had to duck and weave around cases and people as he moved through the ship.

Turning around the bend in front of him, he walked into Main Engineering and looked over the area packed with spare parts and replacement circuits.

He walked up to the warp core and stared at the modifications made for the journey.  He stared for a moment, then looked around the room.  He watched the engineering staff double- and triple-checking their readings for the upcoming journey.  Satisfied everything was in order, and not wanting to interrupt their work, he turned and headed towards the medbay.
Sialk
 player, 4 posts
Wed 18 May 2016
at 23:11
Day One: Minus Three Hours
Sialk was aiding the engineering staff running through the countless combinations of power grid layouts in his mind. After selecting one he broke down the task and gave it to the various work teams. Sialk activated his communicator "Lieutenant Commander Tails what is the maximum amount of power that you can pull into the trans-warp drive without risking a drive breach or compromising other systems?". Sialk worked his way into the medbay. There had been a report that the power flow to that area was only 98.3% so he wanted to run a diagnostic check before everything else was fully installed.
Zachariah Ebbens
 player, 10 posts
 Security officer
 Lt. Jr grade
Thu 19 May 2016
at 00:21
Day One: Minus Three Hours
The uniform fit the body but did it fit the man? Zachariah was patrolling the halls of the ship thinking to himself "Perhaps I should have been a artist." When he noticed the Chief Engineer walk into the medbay he headed inside as well. He was hoping he'd find something to break the monotony of paperwork and patrols inside.
Richard Jericho
 player, 7 posts
 Commander
Thu 19 May 2016
at 14:16
Day One: Minus Three Hours
Jericho stood on the bridge going over the lists of data, watching as items on the cargo manifest were checked off as being loaded and secured and checking the crew roster to see if any crew had not reported in.
Chamille 'Shimmer' O'Connor
 player, 14 posts
 Chief Science Officer
 Fascinating!
Thu 19 May 2016
at 16:43
Day One: Minus Three Hours
Shimmer was not yet at her post, but science didnt have very much to prepare for during departure, to be honest. In the meantime, she was assisting with cargo and supply placements and aloutment and making sure that the medical and science bays got supplies to prepare them for any immediate need, just in case. With the under staff handling the organization, Shimmer had something of her own to take care of...

"Thank you, Ensign... Ill take it from here." She smiled at the young man and took the lift dolly from him that carried two cargo boxes on it. One held her personal effects, the few things in the world that she held dear to her heart and replicators could not provide. The other was smaller, thinner, with holes cut into the side, and a warning of 'CAUTION: LIVE CARGO' printed on the side.

"Don't fret, Alu," she said to the box as she made her way to her personal quarters. "We'll be off on a new adventure in no time. You'll have plenty of time to get acclimated to our new home." The box meowed back to her in answer. Shimmer smiled slightly. "I know it can make you feel nervous. But dont be. The other crewmen will love you. Eventually." Another meow, softer. "Yes, tou can have a saucer of milk when we get there. Needy..."

Ten minutes later, her cat, Aluminum, was fed and settled and her personal effects stowed for now to be unpacked later. The science officer made her way to the science bay to oversee preparations, and assist.
Mavrik
 player, 14 posts
 Male Orion Counsellor
 How can I make you feel?
Sat 21 May 2016
at 02:42
Day One: Minus Three Hours
During these preparations and loading of supplies, the counselling sub-department naturally didn't have much to do, and it consisted almost entirely of Lieutenant Mavrik anyway. Not one to rest, and knowing he couldn't rest anyway, he'd volunteered his services to Doctor M'Norri of Medical, but the medbay already had all hands on deck, and he didn't have quite the skills or clearance required for the work there.

Instead, he'd adopted the simpler task of checking and securing the medical supplies stored in the cargo bays and other storage rooms (both standard and improvised). It was simple, hard work that kept his mind off the impending mission. Plus, he had the arms and back and native Orion strength for it. He had his own cargo too: couches and beds and other items of decor, in different colours designed to be comfortable and familiar to various species (no sense styling your office in a warm crimson that reminded humans of the colour of their blood). There were also psychological diagnostic devices and tools, as well as crafts, games, and toys for various relaxation and rehabilitation purposes. He also had a number of crates also labelled as Live Cargo, which trilled and squawked, which he checked on.
Meg
 player, 2 posts
 Communication Officer
 Lieutenant
Sat 21 May 2016
at 11:00
Day One: Minus Three Hours
Meg had seen that her personal effects made their way into her quarters. With limited space and so many things able to be replicated, she tried to pack somewhat lightly, but there were a few things she brought that couldn't be replicated, or that had some sentimental value. Or that should, anyway. She wasn't certain if they did or not - it was one of the confusing things about being who she was. It seemed she was programmed to get comfortable with certain things, and so she did. But she always wondered if it was truly a feeling.

She had received a few odd looks on the way in, raised eyebrows and the like. Probably because of the weight of the things she was carrying by herself. Her construction wasn't intended to be a mystery to any members of the crew, so she didn't mind doing things that might seem a little odd for a human woman. She hadn't made it to the initial briefing as her assignment was a last-minute thing. Apparently the comms officer on this ship that was originally assigned, Lieutenant Triplehorn, had to be replaced at the last minute. The reason for that wasn't known to Meg, but she was excited. Or she felt excited. Or the circumstances were such that she should be excited. At any rate, she wore a big smile as she boarded the ship and moved in her personal effects.

Of course she had electronically reported her presence to the ship's computer and CO and XO would both have indication she was aboard. However, she did want to report to the command staff personally. While she knew everything that had been recorded about every member of the crew, the hard data never provided the complete picture that meeting a person did. So once her civilian clothing and various artistic items and musical instruments were stowed, Meg checked her hair and uniform, and headed toward the bridge.

Once she arrived, Meg was glad to see that someone from the command staff was there. She waited for his attention, then reported in, recognizing his face from his files. "Commander Jericho. I am Lieutenant Meg, your replacement Communications Officer. Reporting as ordered." She accessed his service records and was happy to discover that the commander had over a dozen years in the fleet. She would be interested in hearing his stories later.

This message was last edited by the player at 11:17, Sat 21 May 2016.

M'Norri
 player, 7 posts
 Head Doctor/Medic
 Caitian
Sat 21 May 2016
at 12:38
Day One: Minus Three Hours
M'Norri sat in the medbay, her knitting needles yet again in use. There were no documents to fill in and no patients who needed help, it seemed, so she had decided to start making some blankets. The duvets provided for the beds were thin and felt weird, so it would be good to make sure there were some good-quality blankets available. When people came in she'd look up at them for a second or two, before returning to her work. Making sure there were items of comfort for the sick was a very important job, after all.
Sialk
 player, 5 posts
Sat 21 May 2016
at 15:44
Day One: Minus Three Hours
The medbay was full as expected. Opening up the panels revealed nothing at first glance. Running his tricorder over the circuitry gave him some odd readings. Some of the power capacitors were blown out. "Admiral Zenerin I think you should have a look at the medbay. There seems to be a concerning number of problems with the ships circuity". Sialk waited for response from both the Admiral and Lieutenant Commander Tails.
Chamille 'Shimmer' O'Connor
 player, 18 posts
 Chief Science Officer
 Fascinating!
Sat 21 May 2016
at 21:08
Day One: Minus Three Hours
Down to the same cargo bay as the Orion's pets, Shimmer traveled to see to her subjects. Obviously, many scientific experimentations were planned for the deep space missions, and many live animals who's DNA they were well familiar with.

She entered the live cargo bay and paused, seeing it was not as vacant as she suspected. She stepped inside and offered a smile to the Orion counselor. "Hello, Councelor," she greeted brightly as she moved toward the crates and him. "I didn't expect to see you down here. How are you faring?"
Taeko Takamuko
 player, 26 posts
 Lt Commander Takamuko
Sat 21 May 2016
at 21:59
Day One: Minus Three Hours
In reply to Mavrik (msg # 6):

On the bridge Takeo stands at the sections security area, his hands flying across the touch consoles, running diagnostics.
As he brings defence and armaments up telling the computer to run grade 1 tests on the area under examination.
While this is being done he uses the second small area to check the location of the security patrols, and items being bought on board.
Spotting the cat in hits cage he smiles to himself. Then frowns at the at the next item, and com's Lt Ebbens.
"Lt Ebbens please check incoming cargo area". "Ascertain clearance and animal types, of boxes marked for the Counsellor, do not open boxes."
He com's Lieutenant Mavrik next.
His voice calm but with a slight interrogative edge to it "Lieutenant Mavrik would you please confirm animal types being bought on board, in your belongings."
Zachariah Ebbens
 player, 11 posts
 Security officer
 Lt. Jr grade
Sat 21 May 2016
at 23:04
Day One: Minus Three Hours
Ebbens replies back comming his superior "Enroute now sir. Ebbens out."
Zachariah headed out of the medbay and down to the cargo bay. The security officer strolled casually over to Mavrik and asked in a friendly tone. "Hello, Counselor, how are you doing? Lt. Takamuko sent me down here to inquire about your live cargo and check your clearance."
Walter Peterson
 player, 2 posts
 Human Lieutenant
 Head Conn USS Hyperion
Sun 22 May 2016
at 00:42
Day One: Minus Three Hours
Of course Walter was late arriving to the Starbase for the Hyperion's travel.  In his mind, this was every much of a one-way trip for his career as it was physically on the other side of the galaxy.  Admiral Jellico's voice threatening to drum him out of Starfleet rang in his ears constantly as he arrived at the starbase and was directed to the Hyperion.

A few minutes later the lieutenant with mussed blond hair, tilted glasses, and wearing an officer's vest appeared on the bridge.  "Conn officer Peterson reporting for duty," he announced to the commander on the bridge.
Mavrik
 player, 17 posts
 Male Orion Counsellor
 How can I make you feel?
Sun 22 May 2016
at 03:10
Day One: Minus Three Hours
Checking on his animals, confirming that they had sufficient water and empty waste-capture systems, and were not too stressed by the confinement and handling, Mavrik dropped in some last portions of food to see them through the journey. At the last, there was a desperate squeak, a flutter, a savage chomp. He sighed mournfully, and turned away to see the silver-haired science officer, and felt faintly embarrassed by what he'd just done. 'Uh, hello. I'm fine, thank you. I'm just seeing to the beasts.' he indicated the cages. They were all covered for safety and hygiene, so the animals couldn't be seen. He also had several crates contained potted plants.

Then he heard Takamuko's comm, and felt an uncomfortable sense of déjà vu. The last time he'd tried to introduce animal therapy to a starship had not gone well. He breathed out his dread, and answered =/\='Sir, I'm here now. All animals are as per the manifests. They've been approved by mission control; the clearance forms are in the system, signed by Admiral Zenerin.'=/\=

But of course, merely asking was never enough, he thought as Ebbens arrived. He felt too cynical after his last experience, of course. 'Good morning. The animals are doing fine. They're all as per the manifests. The clearance forms are in the ship's computer.' He tapped the digital display on the nearests, bring up the manifests, relevant clearance forms, and other documentation for Ebben's perusal, and an image of the content: some kind of small lizard.

The half-Betazoid, however, could feel a psychic presence in the room, crude thoughts that cried Want free, want fly!

This message was last edited by the player at 03:12, Sun 22 May 2016.

Richard Jericho
 player, 8 posts
 Commander
Sun 22 May 2016
at 13:35
Day One: Minus Three Hours
Jericho recognized the communications officer as she entered the bridge, he had never serverd with or actually met an android before. But he had read her file earlier that morning. The reason for the last minute changing of communications officers was not listed, but was not unusual for a normal Starfleet ships crew, but on a mission such as this it did tend to bring up questions and concerns.

With out looking, "Welcome aboard lieutenant, please take you station and begin preflight diagnostics."

Nodding as the young disheveled looking lieutenant entered the bridge, "Cutting it close today aren't we Lieutenant. Please take you station and begin preparations for departure. And welcome aboard."

Peterson probably would not have been a crewman that Jericho would have personally picked, just by reviewing his files, but that could also be said about others on the crew. Still the crew had been selected after a long process and he was sure they were up for the task ahead.

"Commander Takamuko, how is the little situation in the cargo bay?"
Taeko Takamuko
 player, 27 posts
 Lt Commander Takamuko
Sun 22 May 2016
at 13:41
Re: Day One: Minus Three Hours
Richard Jericho:
"Commander Takamuko, how is the little situation in the cargo bay?"

Taeko looks at his screen and presses the data area producing a report and forwarding to the captains console.
"Sir, Security are checking on it". "Paper work shows tribbles, and other animals as listed, okayed by Admiral Zenerin to accompany Counsellor Mavrik."
"Details on your screen now sir for your approval".
"Awaiting security report from the cargo bay".
"Rest of the security patrols report situation Normal and no problems sir"

This message was last edited by the player at 13:46, Sun 22 May 2016.

Storyteller
 GM, 23 posts
Sun 22 May 2016
at 13:51
Day One: Minus Three Hours
In reply to Sialk (msg # 9):

Hearing the engineer's message as he exited the turbolift on the medbay floor, Admiral Zenerin turned and headed towards the bay.  Maneuvering around the crates of medical supplies filling the hallways, he entered an overly crowded bay. He frowned as he saw the engineering team pulling panels from the walls.

"Commander Sialk, is there a problem with our medbay? Everything was checked out before the ship left drydock, and the engineering team who built her said there were no issues.  Did they miss something?"
Meg
 player, 10 posts
 Communication Officer
 Lieutenant
Sun 22 May 2016
at 14:39
Day One: Minus Three Hours
Meg nodded at the commander's orders. "Aye commander." She walked over to the operations station and nodded to Walter as she passed him. "Hello Lieutenant." Meg seated herself at the forward operations console and her fingers began to move rapidly across the controls. System diagnostics began on all operations systems - communications, sensors, environmental systems, and all hangar deck operational systems.

Once the information started coming back, Meg logged it all and then reported. "Onboard and broadcast communications check out. Sensors are all within expected parameters. All environmental systems including life support are fully functional. All shuttles are accounted for and fully operational. Hanger diagnostics all provide responses within acceptable parameters. There is a slight power flow issue to the medbay, though the chief engineer is already aware of that situation and is working to restore full power flow."

"Shall I run diagnostics on any other systems, sir?"