RP Log: Feeling Hur'qy Jur'qy
RP Log: Feeling Hur'qy Jur'qy
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- Cockpit <USS Alazeya NCC-95501>
- The consoles of the Arrow-class Runabout are in a U-shape, starting on the port side with the science and engineering consoles, operations and helm to the fore, and communications and tactical along the starboard side.
- Centrally located, only the opposite side of a two-person transporter pad, is the communications station. Large viewports, separated by a vertical bulkhead, afford a good view forward. There are airlocks to both port and starboard at the aft of the cockpit, as well as a central hatch leading aft and to the rest of the vessel.
Choma watches the displays intently, "Looks like we've hit paydirt, Ensign. Are you ready to do something that could be stupid?"
"Stupidity is why we're out here. Isn't it, Sir?" Prina asks as she heads to her station. Settling in she amends her statement. "Actually, maybe it's ignorance, not stupidity." She shrugs her shoulders and tosses her braids, then logs in.
Choma nods slowly, "They've already scanned us, which seems to be their standard operating procedure. Time to get moving before they decide to depart." He watches the sensors as he gooses the throttle, "Tally ho!"
Alue's eyes shift. "Tally what, Sir?" she asks.
Choma guides the Alazeya into the best option for a landing bay and finally relaxes once landed. "Tally ho, it's an ancient phrase said by pilots on Earth. Usually to signify that the mission objective is in sight and here we go."
In contrast to Choma's relaxed nature once the runabout touches down, Prina becomes more tense. She peers out at the ship's surroundings and starts gathering data from her ops panel. "Checking for a breatheable atmosphere outside," she says, her voice as soft as always, but tight with a mix of anxiety and excitement.
Choma nods slowly as he watches out the cockpit windows, "Power us down to minimum support. Comms, life support, etc. We're here for an extended period, so let's save fuel until we can get some support."
Alue only replies with a nod as her fingers flit over the keys.
Choma rises to his feet, "Can't hide in here the whole time. Soon as you're confident, let's see what we're in for. At the very least, give them a chance to look us over."
"Confident?" Prina asks. "That could be a long wait, Sir."
Choma chuckles, "Want a phaser then, Ensign?"
Alue turns to gaze for a moment at the door to the equipment room, then back at Choma. "yes," she says. "But you did say we're supposed to be non-threatening." She locks up her console and gets to her feet with a determined nod.
Prina's emotional state of "nervous" is broadcast to those around you.
Choma hands his phaser over to Alue, "Here you are, Ensign. And we are, but we also aren't going to be stupid either. Unless you feel that's too much, in which case we can get you a type-1."
Alue makes a quick inspection of the phaser, then shakes her head. "This will do. Thank you, Sir," she replies, attaching the holstered weapon to her uniform.
Choma glances at the airlock door, "I'll step into the airlock first. If the atmosphere doesn't feel right, I'll be right back in otherwise come on out after me."
Alue nods and hangs back.
The door leading to Airlock swooshes open.
Lieutenant Commander Choma leaves for Airlock.
[Outside the ship] Lieutenant Commander Choma arrives from USS Alazeya NCC-95501.
The door leading to Airlock swooshes closed.
[Outside the ship] Lieutenant Commander Choma uses Tricorder (11715) to scan Launch Bay.
Alue waits a few moments, then follows.
- Launch Bay <HS SazekRaar>
- The largest internal compartment on the port side of the vessel is the launch bay. From here, fighter craft can be quickly dispatched to defend the ship and attack its prey.
Choma takes a deep breath, "Seems safe enough out here."
Alue walks down the runabout's boarding ramp, tricorder already in hand and scanning.
Choma moves just far enough away from the Alazeya to be in the open and looks around, waiting patiently.
Alue gains the deck and glances back at the open runabout hatch. "Lock up, Sir?" she asks.
Choma nods, "Please do. No sense in making them think we're trying to lure them into a trap."
Alue secures the hatch and consults her tricorder once more. "It feels strange not to have a welcoming committee of some kind," she notes.
"Well Ensign, I could be entirely wrong about how to approach them," Hatter admits. "Yet if they're a subterranean species, then they may be used to having people walk up to them where they can be observed." He looks around the launch bay, "So far, this is looking promising."
Alue eyes the bay doors. "Well, at least they're not shoving us out into space."
Choma eyes the doors and the bay, "No, but we'll have to be careful. This looks like it has quite the capacity, so maybe they're waiting on someone to land besides us."
Alue gives a quick smile, then goes back to studying her tricorder.
The landing bay doors begin to close.
rojbuQ exits the runabout, "We cannot leave", he announces, as the doors close.
Choma nods as he watches the doors close, "At least they aren't out to kill us immediately." He looks at rojbuQ, "I'd leave the rifle on the Alazeya, PO. We're unlikely to need it."
Alue watches with obvious dismay as the big bay doors close. "Well, I guess we're really in it now," she mutters.
Choma nods to Alue, "Yet they didn't evacuate the bay or take any aggressive action, so this is promising."
Alue stares at the giant obstacle to their immediate exit and frowns as if in doubt of the goodness of said promise.
Your empathic abilities sense "confidence" from Choma.
Choma smiles at Alue, "We're safe, they aren't likely to space us now, Prina. While they don't want us to leave, they aren't treating us as an immediate threat."
Alue tears her eyes away from the door and looks at Choma. "Yes, you're right of course, Sir," she says mildly.
Choma looks at the design of the bay and says conversationally, "To be honest, I was expecting this to feel more like a cavern than a standard landing bay."
"I was expecting a gooey insectoid construct with lots of hexagonal things all over the place," Prina admits.
Choma raises an eyebrow as he looks at Prina with surprise, "Did I miss a report? Are the Hur'q insectoid?"
Alue shrugs. "I have no idea," she replies. "I think it was just the mention of hive ships."
rojbuQ nods to Choma.
A gentle relaxing hum vibrates throughout the ship.
Choma kneels down to place his hand on the deck, "Feels like we're going along for the ride."
rojbuQ growls. "To where?"
The vessel vibrates slightly as it accelerates to warp speeds.
Choma shakes his head, "No idea, but we're in no hurry to leave here so it doesn't really matter." He stands back up and glances at the door leading into the ship, "I'm not sure if they're waiting on us to walk in, or waiting to make sure we're not a threat to come meet us."
rojbuQ growls, "We should not split up."
The liquid crystal aperture leading to Out swirls open.
Hur'q arrives from Aft Corridor.
The liquid crystal aperture leading to Out swirls closed.
Hur'q
A three meter tall insectoid creature with an armor-like exoskeleton. It has long arms and legs, and four wings. It glistens in the right light, like water refracting off an oily surface.
The vessel drops out of warp.
The vessel vibrates slightly as it accelerates to warp speeds.
Hur'q looks around as the ship drops out of warp then back to it, but pays it no mind. He sees the odd looking ship in the bay and approaches.
Choma turns to face the Hur'q and watches the insectoid approach, remaining calm while he looks over the person.
Alue stiffens at the entrence of the insectoid, eyes shifting between the Hur'q and her shipmates.
rojbuQ attempts to stand taller, not used to someone dwarfing him in stature.
rojbuQ asks, "Shall I fetch my rifle, sir?"
Hur'q's claws clack on the deck with each step as it approaches. It is cautious and moves relatively slowly, but not nervous.
Choma shakes his head slightly in response to rojbuQ, "No, PO. There's no need." He says softly to Alue, "Seems you were correct, Ensign." Hatter then bows slowly to the Hur'q, "Greetings, do you understand us?" He also reaches out with his thoughts.
Your empathic abilities sense "mild confusion" from Hur'q.
Alue tries to study her tricorder display and watch the newcomer at the same time.
Choma falls silent as he concentrates.
Hur'q continues to approach, it full height becoming quite apparent. Double that of the two betazoids, and a meter taller than rojbuQ.
Your empathic abilities sense "confusion at your presense here" from Hur'q.
rojbuQ grumbles, "Sir, it is getting closer."
Petty Officer 1st Class rojbuQ draws Type-2 Phaser (14460).
"Sir?" Prina asks, clearly uneasy about the approach of the Hur'q.
Choma waves rojbuq down while he looks up at the Hur'q, "At ease, Petty Officer. It's telepathic and not a threat unless we make ourselves a threat." He pauses and adds, "And very confused, they apparently didn't notice our approach and landing." He falls silent as he concentrates again to make sure his thoughts are clear.
Hur'q sees the weapon drawn and pointed at him. In a blink of an eye his wings blur into motion as he charges rojbuQ, knocking the Klingon backwards into the hull of the runabout.
Alue squeaks in surprise at the sudden motion of the Hur'q. She flings herself to the side to get out of the way of the rushing mass.
The vessel drops out of warp.
rojbuQ goes flying, knocked unconcious. His hard head the only thing saving him from the impact.
Choma watches the Hur'q but makes no move from where he is standing. He says softly, "Prina, check rojbuQ if I can get the Hur'q's attention and difuse the situation. Whatever you do, don't draw your phaser." He then works on trying to communicate again.
Hur'q takes a couple steps back.
Hur'q in its heightened state broadcasts louder, "It cannot hear?" Loud enough for Alue and Choma to hear, in their heads at least.
Wide-eyed, Prina responds to Choma's order with a nod, though she's not sure he sees it. When the Hur'q steps back, she moves carefully over toward the Klingon and kneels to check on him. "Are you ok?" she whispers to him. She then jumps when she catches an apparent telepathic message from the insectoid.
Choma shakes his head as he thinks, "It is not an ability of his people. Ensign Alue here can sense feelings," he gestures to Prina, "but I am the only one who can hear and speak in the manner that you do."
rojbuQ is badly injured, though he won't admit it. "Hit by a moving ship."
Hur'q continues to broadcast loudly, "How does it communicate?"
Alue winces under the power of the Hur'q telepathic contact. She tries to ignore it as she scans the Klingon. "You have a head injury," she says to him. "Be still. Try not to move." She reaches for a med kit on her belt, only to find that she doesn't have one.
rojbuQ doesn't move, on purpose it would seem, his head injury keeping him down.
Choma says softly to Alue, "There's a medkit in the runabout." He then returns to his conversation with the Hur'q, thinking "Most communication with the people we know is through sound, not thought." He chuckles softly, his amusement hopefully coming across as he continues, "it's not as efficient, though my people have had to adapt."
Hur'q broadcasts, "Sound?" he stomps a foot on the deck plating, causing a vibration through it. "Primitive."
Choma nods in agreement as he replies in thought, "Primitive, but is is their nature. They did not come from below the ground."
A very specific series of taps and knocks echo through the deck plating.
Hur'q is still, feeling the vibrations. "Why are you here?" he broadcasts once the tapping subsides.
Choma feels the vibrations as well, but does not let them distract him as he continues the conversation, "To communicate and to understand. Our ships and yours have met several times, and one of our ships was lost as a result. We do not want to have misunderstandings to continue between us."
"We defend ourselves." Hur'q broadcasts, his stance becoming stiff, "You part of the Dominion?"
"No, we are not," Hatter responds. "We fought them a century ago and convinced them to leave us alone. As part of the agreement, we have not spent much time in this quadrant until recently."
Hur'q relaxes ever so slightly, his stance unchanged, "They are mortal enemy. All Hur'q vow to destroy them. They destroyed our way of life. Only when they are gone will we try to rebuild what was lost, if we can."
Choma nods slowly, "I would like to know what happened. Perhaps we can help you rebuild." He looks over at rojbuQ, "But first, I should see to my crewman and provide him first aid."
More taps and knocks echo through the deck plating, then a kathunk as something physically impacts the hull. Hur'q broadcasts, "Tend to it. I will return. Duties to perform."
The liquid crystal aperture leading to Out swirls open.
Hur'q goes Out.
The liquid crystal aperture leading to Out swirls closed.
SOME TIME LATER
- Cockpit <USS Alazeya NCC-95501>
rojbuQ is laying on something? with the open medical kit beside him. Choma is communicating with the Phoenix, or so rojbuQ thinks.
[Remote Uplink: Remote message from Worthington@USS Phoenix NCC-170100-A: Have you been able to establish our peaceful intentions, and are you on that vridyat ravager that is close to our position?]
Alue checks on rojbuQ. "How are you feeling?" she asks, then reaches over and unlocks a nearby console.
[Operations Console: Remote message from Alue@Operations Console@Cockpit to USS Phoenix NCC-170100-A: This is Ensign Alue. Something has apparently gotten the attention of the Hur'q that we made contact with. We were left alone for the moment. I'm taking the opportunity to tend to Petty Officer rojbuQ's wound.]
[Operations Console: Remote message from Worthington@USS Phoenix NCC-170100-A: That something might be the hive ship. Did Alazeya dock with the ship registering as HS SazekRaar? If so, they just made contact, quite literally, with that hive ship we saw at Stakoron.]
rojbuQ groans, "Could use a stiff drink."
[Operations Console: Remote message from Alue@Operations Console@Cockpit to USS Phoenix NCC-170100-A: I believe so, Sir.]
"How about a nice pain killer instead?" Alue asks, seeing to the med kit as she was taught at the academy.
[Operations Console: Remote message from Worthington@USS Phoenix NCC-170100-A: Good work, all of you. I will be very interested indeed to read your full report on the matter. We are about 24000 light seconds from you, licking our own proverbial wounds. I believe that dampening field technology might be some sort of defense mechanism used by burrowed ships. We've encountered it twice now, both times when a hur'q ship was burrowed somewhere, and both times, the effect went away as soon as that ship unburrowed. It might be a defense against outside interference.]
[Operations Console: Remote message from Alue@Operations Console@Cockpit to USS Phoenix NCC-170100-A: Yes, Sir.]
rojbuQ shrugs, "If that is all there is sir."
Alue administers a light dose, just to take the edge off. "We need to get you back to the Phoenix," she says. "I think you'll be fine, but I'm not a doctor. We need someone from medical to check you out, just to be sure."
rojbuQ growls, "I have been worse. Do not delay the mission for this."
Alue grins. "I don't think we could even if we wanted to," she says. "The Hur'q have us closed in, and I have no idea when they plan to let us go again."
rojbuQ growls. "Good. I will be ready when next needed. You do not need worry about me, sir."
Alue smiles again. "Worrying about you is part of my job, as it turns out."
[Operations Console: USS Phoenix NCC-170100-A (Starfleet): USS Typhon, crisis averted for the moment. Standby for further communications.]
[Outside the ship] The liquid crystal aperture leading to Out swirls open.
[Outside the ship] Hur'q arrives from Aft Corridor.
[Outside the ship] The liquid crystal aperture leading to Out swirls closed.
[Outside the ship] A different Hur'q than earlier arrives in the landing bay. Obviously different, as this one is half a meter shorter.
Alue sees out the window that the Hur'q have reappeared. She has a look at rojbuQ and asks him, "How are you feeling now?"
rojbuQ attempts to stand but faulters at first. He takes a moment to regain the equilibrium, stands up straight and tugs his uniform. "I will go where you direct, sir, and guard you with my life."
Alue glances out the window again. "These people," she says to the Klingon. "Communicate telepathically. My telepathy is almost non-existant, but I think someone should try to maintain contact with them and not leave them waiting around out there. Because Commander Choma isn't available right now, I'm going to speak with them." She looks back at rojbuQ. "Your aggressive act earlier, while appreciated by your crewmates, was definitely not appreciated by the Hur'q. Can you hold back unless we're actually attacked? This mission is supposed to demonstrate our peaceful intentions."
Petty Officer 1st Class rojbuQ holsters Type-2 Phaser (14460).
rojbuQ nods, "It was approaching aggressively, I acted with instinct. I will do as you command."
Alue smiles, then takes a deep breath. "Then, let's go," she says and heads for the airlock.
- Launch Bay <HS SazekRaar>
Hur'q
A 2.4 meter (8ft) tall bipedal insectoid with six fingers and six toes, the legs accounting for 1.5 meters (5ft) of the overall height. The thorax is layered with protective armor plates of varying hues of bronze and gold, as are the head and the long horizontal antennae that extend from each side of the head, and look more like horns. Upon its back are a pair of insect-like wings, not large enough for full flight, but to aid in rapid movement. The exoskeleton has a silvery sheen to it, not unlike metal, which it nearly is.
Petty Officer 1st Class rojbuQ arrives from USS Alazeya NCC-95501.
A possibly older looking Hur'q with a few more chinks in its armor is in the landing area. This one a good half meter shorter than the one Choma spoke to earlier. It taps a foot on the deck plating in a very specific rythym as it looks in your direction.
rojbuQ stands to Alue's left, ready to defend her if needed. "What is another concussion." he smiles.
Alue comes down the Alazeya's ramp and gathers herself. "Lock up the hatch," she whispers to roj, then gives him a grateful smile. Turning toward the big insectoid she steps forward and tries to focus her thoughts. "I know your people communicate in this way," she thinks at the big bug. "My ability to do so is limited, but I will try. The one we saw earlier was able to make themselves heard by me. I hope I can make myself heard by you." She stops, blinks, and waits hopefully for some kind of response.
Hur'q broadcasts with more ease than the earlier Hur'q, "The young can not control it as well as I. It is why I am here. To speak with you. I am an elder among those on this ship."
rojbuQ waits to see if anything happens, on the alert.
Flooded with relief, Alue lets out a breath she didn't realize she was holding. She turns her head to smile at roj. "I've made contact," she whispers to him, then goes back to mentally addressing the Hur'q. "I can hear you," she thinks. "And I thank you for coming to communicate with us. My name is Prina. I'm from the Federation starship Phoenix."
rojbuQ nods, relaxing ever so slightly, and watches people brain talk.
"Our names are tied to our lineage, and it would take me an hour to recite mine, I will not waylay this conversation with that. You may address me as Hee, I assume you cannot direct your thoughts to only one individual then?" The Hur'q taps again in a very specific rythym on the deck plating. "Your Klingon friend, yes we are familiar with them. I encourage him to not act aggressively. Regretably, our kind have little control how we respond to aggressive acts."
rojbuQ sees movement out of the corner of his eye, "Sir, we are not alone with this Hur'q."
Alue holds up a hand to roj. "Ok," she says to him. "Keep an eye out, but don't make any aggressive actions. They tell me that they have no control over their response to aggressive acts." To the Hur'q she thinks, "Yes, you're correct. I don't have the ability to direct my thoughts to a specific individual. I hope this doesn't present a problem. As for my Klingon friend, he is under my command and I have ordered him to take no aggressive actions unless we are attacked. I trust that we will not be attacked, as I hope you understand that our intentions here are peaceful."
Hee broadcasts, "Intentions mean little to us, thanks to the Dominion. Actions define." Hee taps again in a specific rythym on the deck plating.
rojbuQ says, "They are holding back." The Klingon nervous but also eager for a fight. But he swore to protect Alue and other officers.
Alue nods and thinks, "I understand. Our people also once had conflict with the Dominion." She glances over her shoulder at roj, then looks back at the Hur'q and thinks, "Please allow me to extend a gesture of peace." She then turns away and steps over to roj. Unfastening the phaser from her belt, she hands it over to the Klingon, still holstered. "Please take this and go back aboard the runabout," she says. "I need to show some kind of proof that our intentions are peaceful. The Dominion has lied to them too often, it seems, for them to trust outsiders very far. You can monitor the situation from the cockpit."
rojbuQ looks at Alue in somewhat disbelief. "I cannot protect you from inside the runabout."
Hur'q doesn't hear, or even acknowledge you speaking to rojbuQ, audible communication is lost even on the older Hur'q. He broadcasts, "If you are not aggressive, you have nothing to fear here. Your Klingon companion's thoughts betry him however. He is eager for a fight. He would not win."
"I think you can," Prina replies. "But also, I don't think there will be need for you to protect me from these people if we show them that we mean no harm. The best way to do that is to remove our weapons from the area. I don't expect you to disarm yourself, and I wouldn't want you to. So the next best thing is for you to go back aboard the ship and monitor things from there. It's not that far, and you can react quickly from there if you need to." She presses the holstered phaser harder against his chest and tries to nudge him along. "They can hear your thoughts and they recognize that you're eager for a fight. That puts all of us, and more importantly the mission, in jeopardy. Now please, go back in the ship. I don't like trying to pull rank on others, especially when they're just trying to do their jobs and to help me. But right now, I really need you to get back on the ship."
rojbuQ nods reluctantly and wraps his fist around the offered phaser. "I will retain watch."
Petty Officer 1st Class rojbuQ enters USS Alazeya NCC-95501.
Hee watches as the Klingon retreats. He once again taps a rythym on the deck plating.
Hoping that she made the right decision, Prina turns back toward the Hur'q and takes a couple of steps forward. "I know that may not be enough," she thinks. "But that's as much as I can do at the moment to demonstrate our peaceful nature."
Your empathic abilities sense "As I indicated, we cannot control it, but if you are not aggressive, you have nothing to fear. Why are you here?" from Hur'q.
"We are here to make peaceful contact with you," Prina thinks. "To learn more about you if we can, so that our future encounters with you are less destructive than they have been in the past. One of our ships was lost some time ago when they made a move that your people believed was meant as a form of aggression."
Your empathic abilities sense "The young one said you are not of the Dominion. They are our mortal enemy. Two millenia ago they invaded our world and collected much of a crucial fungus, destroying the rest. The loss of this fungus from our diet as led to our inability to not control our reactions as we once did. We are, or were, a peaceful people. Until the Dominion. They have paid the price." from Hur'q.
Rythmic tapping can be felt in the deck plating.
Alue glances down at the deck, then thinks, "And you've not been able to find a replacement or supplement. I'm sorry to hear that. If there's some way we can help, we would be willing."
Hur'q taps a response on the deck plating.
Alue notes the tapping, but doesn't ask about it.
Your empathic abilities sense "It was all destroyed. Our science has not been able to replicate its properties. With no original specimen, it has so far been beyond our ability." from Hur'q.
There is a lot more tapping echoing through the deck plating.
Your thoughts of "If we had some idea of what types of properties might be required of this fungus, we might be able to find something in places you haven't yet looked, or we may be able to replicate an artificial supplement, if you would allow us." are broadcast to those around you.
Your empathic abilities sense "Your offer is noted and appreciated. But, you must go. Where we are going you will not be safe. Our war is not over." from Hur'q.
Your thoughts of "I understand. We will go, as you ask. May we contact your people again?" are broadcast to those around you.
The deck plating rumbles as the ship gets under power.
Hur'q taps out a response to Alue.
The alert siren sounds as the landing bay doors open. A forcefield shimmers into view.
The liquid crystal aperture leading to Out swirls open.
Hur'q goes Out.
The liquid crystal aperture leading to Out swirls closed.
Alue watches the Hur'q depart, then turns to the opening big bay doors. She rushes over to the runabout and quickly climbs aboard.
- Cockpit <USS Alazeya NCC-95501>
[Outside the ship] The vessel vibrates slightly as it accelerates to warp speeds.
[Viewscreen (49130)] Blake closes his eyes, chewing on his lip for a moment as he seems to mentally chide himself. When he opens his eyes once again, he nods to Worthington, "Thank you, sir." Back to Shulon, he continues, "Captain, I requested assignment to a fighter wing that exhibited a high degree of skill and a good record of post-Academy training that would advance my career and keep me alive for any dust ups." He looks momentarily to the viewscreen, then back to the Captain.
rojbuQ says, "They went to warp. We should launch. Systems powered."
[Viewscreen (49130)] Worthington looks to the screen. "I would advise that," he says. "Before they get to their top speed." He turns to Blake. "You're in luck. The captain was a fighter pilot and is still type rated. I'm one of our pilots as well. Originally security trained, but I did a decent amount of flight training at the academy."
Alue hurries in from the airlock and throws herself into her seat. "No time for the prelaunch niceties," she exclaims. With a quick check of her console she says, "Launch."
rojbuQ hits the button.
rojbuQ points at the viewer.
[Viewscreen (49130)] "Prina, good to see you. Are you all ok?" Chill asks. He nods to Tim, "A pilot eh, good. What other skills do you have?"
[Viewscreen (49130)] Blake nods to Worthington, a quick smile coming to his face before he looks back to the Captain, "I cross trained in Security and Tactical, sir."
Alue notices the active commline for the first time. "Captain!" she says. "Yes, we're fine. It was... interesting, Sir. Permission to return to the ship?"
[Viewscreen (49130)] Worthington smiles at the screen. "That would be welcome ensign. We could use a functional runabout aboard," he says. "Will explain later. Luz, open the saucer shuttlebay please and prep for an arrival."
[Viewscreen (49130)] Shulon nods to the viewer, "Please." His antennae curl, "Actually, stay there, and we will come to you. Our experience in this system wasn't the greatest and I wouldn't mind some distance, now that we can." He smiles at Tim, "Take the helm Tim, set course for the Alazeya, and engage at warp 9.9"
[Viewscreen (49130)] "Opening the shuttlebay, sir." Castillo responds to Worthington, breaking her attention away from the recorded clicking to attend to the bay doors.
[Viewscreen (49130)] Blake says, "Aye, sir."
[Viewscreen (49130)] Blake says, "Course laid in, sir. Engaging at warp 9.9."
[Viewscreen (49130)] The vessel vibrates slightly as it accelerates to warp speeds.
[Viewscreen (49130)] Blake says, "ETA in 45 seconds, sir."
You say, "We're holding position, Captain."
[Viewscreen (49130)] Shulon smiles at Alue, "Please don't hold back Prina, what did you learn?"
[Viewscreen (49130)] Worthington looks to the screen and considers something. "Let's power our impulse drives too," he says.
[Viewscreen (49130)] Shulon says to Worth, "Assign Tim to a security billet. I imagine he hasn't reported into medical yet, or even got quarters with everything else going on."
[Viewscreen (49130)] The vessel drops out of warp.
[Viewscreen (49130)] Blake says, "Dropping to sublight speed, sir. ETA is 2 minutes."
"The short version?" Prina asks. "They're a telepathic species without the ability to communicate with spoken words. They say that due to an act by the Dominion 2000 years ago, they're unable to control their reactions to what they view as aggressive acts."
[Viewscreen (49130)] Blake says, "Ship registering all stop, sir."
[Viewscreen (49130)] Shulon says, "We heard tapping, and Luz is analyzing it. Is that also a form of communication?" He nods to Blake, "Hold us here. You are clear to land when ready, Alazeya."
[Viewscreen (49130)] Worthington looks to the screen. "Come on in," he says. "I can imagine why the Dominion did that. A soldier with an automatic instinct to fight without restraint or an ability to restrain themselves when in combat, I could see why the founders would do that. I just doubt they foresaw the results backfiring on them."
rojbuQ says, "On your order, sir."
[Viewscreen (49130)] Blake says, "Aye, sir."
[Viewscreen (49130)] Blake periodically looks up from the helm console to the viewscreen, watching the action there until it's time for him to ensure the ship's velocity remains zeroed out.
[Viewscreen (49130)] Shulon says to Worth, "Get a heading on those two Hur'q ships."
"Yes, Sir," prina says. "We're on our way in now." She gives roj a nod, then says to the screen, "I think the tapping is indeed a form of communication as well. Though I'm not sure they hear it, so much as feel the vibrations of it."
There is a slight bump as the vessel lands.
[Operations Console: Switching to external support mode.]
A computer generated voice says, "Attention, External Support Mode is engaged. USS Alazeya NCC-95501 has switched to external power."
[Viewscreen (49130)] Worthington looks to Shulon. "Already on it sir," he says. "Bearing of 278.1 mark -0.0, and I noted the ravager was following the hive ship. They both seem to be heading the same way sir. No plotted systems along that course either."
rojbuQ does not cut power with the viewscreen active.
[Viewscreen (49130)] Castillo turns to look at Worthington. "They're set down in the shuttlebay, I can begin clamping procedures." She shifts her attention to the viewscreen.
[Viewscreen (49130)] "Karemma maybe?" Chill says to Worth. He shakes his head at Blake, "We don't want to come off as aggresive, as Prina noted. We'll give them space for now." he says to the viewer, "Welcome back. You missed a bit of fun here as well, but I look forward to hearing about everything in more detail. Excellent work though. Thank you. Hatter too, and rojbuQ."
Alue tries to hold back a smile. "Thank you, Sir. I'll be up to the bridge shortly."
[Viewscreen (49130)] Worthington nods to Castillo. "Lock it down," he says, turning to the screen. "Your experience, I bet, was better than ours. Great work all of you." He looks to Shulon. "No. We have Karemma. That would have registered. They're 3 degrees off, and at this distance, that is a while. Possible, but that remains to be seen."
[Viewscreen (49130)] Shulon nods, hoping someone will close the channel. "What's next?" he asks the air.
[Outside the ship] Restriction clamps engage locking USS Alazeya NCC-95501 in place.
rojbuQ growls, "Pleasure, sir."
Petty Officer 1st Class rojbuQ goes Aft.
- Main Bridge <USS Phoenix NCC-170100-A>
- The main bridge is divided into three sections. Far to fore is an open area before the large viewscreen. This area also doubles as a walkway between the Captain and XO's offices to starboard and port respectively, the bridge staff breakroom to port, and a doorway to starboard which leads to the forward corridor and the conference room. The central section, raised a single step from the forward section, is accessible from both sides. To the fore of this section are the helm and operations stations, with the XO, Captain, and Mission Specialist chairs at aft. The latter three stations are enclosed in a horseshoe like shape. To both sides of the central horseshoe shape are ramps that lead up to the highest and largest tier of the bridge. On the starboard side is the engineering station with a large L-shaped console, and the damage control station behind it. To port is the communications station, again with a large L-shaped console, and behind it the science station. At the aft side of the horseshoe shape is the tactical station, and along the back wall are multiple auxiliary stations. Access to the saucer turbolift and a doorway leading aft are also available on this tier.
"The Alazeya has been locked down and refueled." Castillo reports, looking back at everyone present. "I've ordered the shuttlebay doors closed."
Alue steps out of the lift, tossing one of her ridiculously long braids back over her shoulder.
Shulon nods to Castillo, "Thank you Luz." His antennae curl towards the lift, "Welcome back Prina."
Your emotional state of "exhilarated" is broadcast to those around you.
Worthington looks to Blake now. "Are you more security trained, or tactical trained?" he asks.
"Thank you, Captain," Prina says. "I'll be writing a report, of course. But I want to tell you quickly something else the Hur'q relayed to me, if I may."
Shulon's antennae curl towards Prina, "Of course. Please do."
Alue goes to stand before the Captain. "Just before they went to warp, they told me that their fight was not over, and we had to leave because we couldn't go where they were going. Based on our conversation, I believe they meant their fight with the Dominion, Sir."
Blake gives a check over the console, then turns to look towards Worthington, "The training touches on both, sir, as you know, but the majority of my class time was spent in Tactical. As I did fighter training, that's what dovetailed nicely with what I was already doing." Question answered, takes the opportunity to look at the others who have joined the bridge before he turns back to the helm console to ensure the position of the ship remains stable.
Worthington nods to Blake, then to Alue, then to Shulon. "Seems they are hell bent on destroying the Dominion. Did you get any indication on how far they were prepared to go?" He taps on a computer interface panel as he nods to Blake once more. "Tactical it is then."
Alue shakes her head. "I couldn't say for sure, Commander," she replies to Worthington. "But at the least, we know that they're still on the warpath with the Dominion, no matter what condition the Dominion is currently in."
Shulon nods slowly to Alue, "Then it wasn't the last ship, if that holds to be true." His antennae curl over, "But they also took the time to get the Alazeya and you off their ship. That suggests they aren't completely at the beck and call of their, how did you put it, lack of control?"
Worthington nods. "That would suggest they aren't entirely out of control," he says. "It appears we have a chance to reason with them. The agressive acts thing. Any idea what they see as agressive, so we can avoid those things going forward? Tactical scanning, obviously. But what else?"
Alue shrugs. "That's what I was trying to find out when they... suggested that we leave, Sir." she replies. "The last thing I was able to ask was whether or not we could contact them again."
Shulon nods to Alue, "Did they reply?" His antennae curl, "Speaking of, can you and Luz work on anaylzing the taps we heard. If you can corelate your conversation with any of it, it might help figure out what was being said."
"They responded with a series of taps," Prina answers. "But I have no idea what it meant." She looks over to Luz and adds, "But maybe Ensign Castillo and I can figure that out."
Shulon says to Blake, "You'll need to speak with Hatter when he is available, about possibly joining the fighter wing. That call is 100% his." He says to Worth, "Should we move on, or collect what we know so far?"
Lieutenant Commander Choma arrives from Deck 1 - Forward Corridor.
Blake looks back from the Helm console, towards the Captain and nods his head, "Aye, sir. Does he keep standard office hours?"
Shulon chuckles to Blake, "Do any of us?"
Choma raises an eyebrow at Shulon as he steps onto the bridge before looking at everyone present.
Worthington smiles as the door opens. "Captain, I believe we have gotten what we came here for, unless you want to analyze the asteroid field? We already know it's a hur'q burrowing site, so I do not know if it is worth our time to linger." He looks to Blake. "If Hatter accepts you, we will spend a lot of time together. I run training for the pilots."
"We have a partial recording of the tapping I've entered into the computer." Castillo says, turning to Alue, interjecting herself into the conversation. "It's processing against linguistics at the moment."
Shulon smiles at Choma, "Hatter, I was just talking about you. Meet Ensign Tim Blake, came aboard while you were gone."
Alue shoots Castillo a quick smile. "Thanks, Luz. I don't like not knowing what someone says when they say something to me."
Your empathic abilities sense "uneasy regarding the hur'q intentions toward the Dominion" from Worthington.
Blake takes a deep breath, glancing towards the newly arrived Lt Commander before he responds to the Captain, "If anyone asks, sir, I'll be keeping office hours of 2300 to 2315. People can find me in my office just forward of the forward topedo tube." At the introduction, his eyebrows creep up. He looks to Hatter and nods his head, he taps a button on the Helm console and then stands, offering a hand, "Good to meet you, Commander."
Choma shakes the offered hand, "You have those hours backwards, Ensign. Everyone knows that a true pilot is on duty from 2315 to 2300 with 15 minutes for a nap." He grins, "Welcome aboard the Phoenix."
Ensign Castillo leaves for Saucer Aft Turbolift.
[Saucer Aft Turbolift] Castillo says, "deck 9"
Blake hmms and tilts his head to the side, "Well, I got a B in Scheduling, but rest assured I aced everything else." He then returns to the chair, checking the readings at the station and correcting for a slight drift that occurred while he was making introductions.
Worthington looks to Hatter. "New addition to the crew Hatter. Has piloting and security/tactical training. What do you think? You want to evaluate him?" he asks.
Alue asks her superiors, "Permission to go below, Sir? I have a report to write, and I could use a shower, a meal, and a nap, preferably in that order."
Choma nods to Worth, "Sounds like you should be evaluating him then, James. See if you're putting him in security or a cockpit, since you're the wing's training officer."
Shulon nods to Alue, "Granted. Be sure to relax some, that was quite the mission you had."
Worthington nods to Choma. "I'll see to it," he says, turning to Blake. "We'll get some sim time in. I need to see what kind of pilot you are."
Blake turns his head to shoot a concerned look between Choma and Worthington. He taps a few buttons on the console related to his duty there. The rough equivalent to situation normal. He then looks back again to Worthington, "If you have time now, sir, I'm game."
Choma nods to Alue, "Quite the headache creators, aren't the Hur'q? Set me back more than I thought it would once I was able to nap."
Worthington looks to Shulon. "Pretty eager, isn't he?" he asks with a smile. He glances at the betazoids. "I hope we can make contact again. I look forward to reading your reports on the Hur'q. Both of them." He gives a meaningful look to Choma with that last comment.
"Thank you, Sir," Prina says. She gives Choma a nod. "That first one was so loud." She stretches. "Alright, I'll submit that report soon. Goodnight." She waves to everyone, being sure to include the new helmsman, and leaves through the forward corridor.