RP Log: Someone Send Us An Emissary To This Station
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- Central Park <Emissary Station>
- The central most hub of the station is affectionately known as Central Park, and is aptly named. The entirety of the area is green space, nearly half a kilometer wide, with rolling hills, manicured lawns, trees, and a myriad of native Bajoran flowering bushes, all intertwined with worn foot paths.
- One such foot path leads to a corner of the park where the Bajoran Temple resides.
T'Shaav spots the Bajoran and takes an intersecting path over to him. "Major. you are pleased with the station, then?"
Toran nods to the Vulcan. "Very," he says. "I wrote a glowing report to my superiors, which you have no doubt read by now. I find this station to be an excellent successor to DS9."
Intercom< Captain T'Shaav says, "Attention all personnel and visitors, this is Captain T'Shaav. The formal commissioning ceremony for this station will begin shortly. Please make your way to the station's Central Park level if you desire to attend."
A podium and soft spotlight have been set up nearer the temple, though not blocking the doors. It is flanked by the flag of the UFP and of the most recognizable Bajoran emblem on a dark blue background. A somewhat older-looking, though very much tough and no nonsense-looking Vulcan officer wearing captain's insignia is walking down a far path of the park in full dress uniform, clearly still coordinating station duties as people arrive. Her gaze notes every arrival from the lift, and as the park begins to fill up, she starts making her way to the guests.
LePage walks in with Hauser. His attention seems to be everywhere, his eyes roaming over the interior in all the spots nobody looks, up at ceilings, where the bulkheads meet, at all the flashing lights. He's quietly reverent.
Alue looks around for members of her crew and spots them from afar. She makes her way over.
Worthington enters from the lift in full dress, taking a spot close to the podium to watch the action.
Ki'Vek is coiled up in a grassy patch near a path off to one side. She has a clear view of events without being too close to them.
Rathus enters and finds a spot in the midst of the gathering crowd. Dressed in his standard working garb, he may look out of place only from his lack of formal atire.
Svetzvani arrives and approaches the podium where T'Shaav is located. She smiles at the Vulcan. "Nice place you have here," she says lightly.
Toran moves toward the podium to stand close to T'Shaav, his Bajoran uniform and dress in clear view for those nearby to see.
"Thank you, Admiral," the Vulcan says. "Captain Ki'vek and her engineers did most satisfactory work." Then she adds something just for Svetzvani.
Blake pauses before he offers a wave to Alue, "Hey, I think they're getting started soon." He turns back towards the podium, his ice blue eyes looking at the people gathered there.
T'Shaav whispers something to Svetzvani.
Svetzvani looks startled, staring at T'Shaav with wide eyes. She leans in and whispers something back.
Hauser is walking around. She smiles at the Romulan diplomat and keeps strolling.
Svetzvani whispers something to T'Shaav.
Worthington smiles at those he knows, both from his own crew and others, his eyes ever watchful of the crowd and the ceremony.
As the senior officers whisper back and forth to each other, different phrases are uttered by Blake in a comically British voices, "And he said I'm going off the the loo, watch my lorry if you please" "So I jumped in, done the bunk and shat on a turtle!"
LePage idly follows Hauser around, still just peering at the station quietly
Alue joins her crewmates with a grateful smile.
T'Shaav's face doesn't alter one bit at the reply, whatever it was. But she does start to move gracefully towards some of the other officers andpeople present. "Commander," she says to Worthington. "It is agreeable to see you again." She notes many Phoenix officers whom she would not know.
Ki'Vek notes Hauser and LePage going by and she nods to them in silence.
Rathus gazes around at all the dress uniforms and high ranking officers, looking for anyone familiar to him. He recognizes the selay, though not being on speaking terms with anyone, keeps his seat in the crowd and makes idle smalltalk to those nearby.
Svetzvani steps over to the Bajoran officer. "Major Toran, it's been quite some time."
Ramirez lifts his chin to Blake. "So..where is this great spot to watch from..?"
Counselor Telula seems to emerge from the crowds near the other officers from the Phoenix. "What does that mean?" she asks Blake with an easygoing smile as she approaches. The Betazoid's hands come together at her waist.
Worthington smiles and nods to T'Shaav. "Likewise captain, it is most agreeable to see you back in command of a starbase. Antares did a fine job indeed in constructing the replacement for DS9."
Ramirez whispers something to Telula.
Blake turns to Telula with an easy smile, "Largely non-sense." He looks over to Ramirez and gestures vaguely in a direction over yonder, "There's a hill over there. It looked like it had a decent vantage point." He then looks between Alue and Telula, "What do you two think? Up the hill?"
Hwiamma has been inspecting what she can see of the station. "Not bad," she says in her native tongue to the Vulcan captain. "Though if the design had been Vulcan, you would have needed a desert scene." She winks.
Toran looks to Svetzvani. "Why admiral," he says. "It is good to see you again. I hope Phoenix's mission is going well. Seeing as they are docked here, I'd imagine it is. My people are ever so greatful for the efforts Starfleet has taken in reaffirming their commitment to us, our security, and our value as members of the Federation."
T'Shaav replies in the same language. "That would have been more feasible than replicating the fire falls of Gath gal'thon, Kre'Riov." She nods politely to the Romulan dignitary and starts back twards the front, though not too hurriedly in case anyone else should like a word.
Nolan just sort of mills by the turbolift
Rathus caries on a brief conversation in his native Andorian to another member of that species, before returning silent and looking forward once more.
"I believe in Bajor's vital importance to the Federation," Svetzvani says. "And it goes beyond the access to the Gamma Quadrant. Bajor has truly become part of the family, Major."
Alue looks toward the hill indicated. "Sure, why not?" she asks.
Ramirez nods to Blake. Though, he gives Telula a little look, looking slightly concerned.
Worthington doesn't let on too much that he understood the conversation between the two vulcanoids, though he does slightly smile at the reference of Gath gal'thon.
T'Shaav moves to the podium. Taking her place in the spotlight without fanfare, she gestures respectfully to gain the audience's attention.
Toran smiles to Svetzvani one more time. "I'm glad to hear it, admiral. Bajor is likewise committed to our membership," he says. "May this station act as a symbol of the bond between Bajor and the Federation."
"Ah," is Counselor Telula's response to Blake's comment. She follows his suggestion of the hill and glances over at it and nods a little as Prina seems to agree. "Yeah, why not?" Miri repeats, shrugging her shoulders a little as she glances up at Ramirez.
Svetzvani nods to Toran, then notices T'Shaav apparently getting ready to speak. She stands as tall as she can and focuses her attention on her.
"They're starting! They're starting!" Prina whispers urgently to her crewmates, nudging them with her elbows as she hurries to get in place.
Worthington remains quiet and attentive on the ceremony about to unfold.
Ki'Vek remains in place, still as it seems only a reptile can be.
Rathus shifts his position slightly to get a better vantage point as the Vulcan takes to the podium.
Ensign Blake leads on up the path until the group of Ensigns and the Counsellor of the Phoenix find themselves moving up an incline to summit one of the hills that makes up the natural greenscape here, finishing the last ten or fifteen meters at a jog to get into place in time for the event. He grins, nodding excitedly towards Prina and then stopping to take a long look around at the crowd, then up and around towards the higher areas with good vantage points on the podium.
In calm, projecting tones enhanced by the local address system, T'Shaav begins to speak. Her gaze sweeps the audience, leaving no section of it out. "Greetings, Gentle-beings. To the representatives of the Bajoran government, the Bajoran religious orders, the Bajoran Defense forces to our representatives from the Federation and Starfleet, to our trade members and participants in the UFCA, and to visiting dignitaries from beyond our borders, such as the Romulan Star Empire, to all assembled, welcome to Emissary Station. I am T'Shaav. I hold the rank of captain in Starfleet, and I am the commander of this station. Your presence honors the purpose for which we have assembled."
Toran shuts the hell up, smoothing out his uniform and doing his best to look nice as a Bajoran representative.
LePage glances to the podium for a moment but then he doesn't seem to be all that attentive. He looks back around.
Svetzvani nods to some of the people and groups that T'Shaav names as the Vulcan begins her speech.
Alue finds a good spot and claims it, looking down at the crowd and the podium. "Good idea, this hill," she whispers to Blake.
The Vulcan continues. Now, she appears to address remarks a bit more to the Bajoran representatives, though not to the exclusion of the rest of her audience. "For 93.6 years, the Federation has strivven to serve, to stand with, to protect and at times to defend, and at all times, to be a faithful and worthy ally to the people of Bajor. This was true in the past, prior to Bajor's entre into the Federation, and it remains so today. I was privileged to serve as the final commander of Deep Space 9, which strove to defend both Federation and Bajoran interests and to foster trade in this region for many decades. Today, we commission this newer, larger, better armed, and perhaps most importantly, Bajoran-designed station to continue that legacy. You may have noticed the numerous design elements throughout the station, including chiefly this park and the Bajoran Temple. These things were important to the people of Bajor who requested they be included in the design of Emissary Station, whose name was also chosen by the people of Bajor. Inasmuch as we come to serve, this has been done, accomplished with a good will."
Toran joins other Bajorans in the crowd in politely applauding T'Shaav's words at this moment.
Svetzvani shoots T'Shaav a quick approving smile and a nod of encouragement.
Worthington nods and smiles at T'Shaav's words, glancing about to see what has become of the other Phoenix crew, though not initially spotting them in the crowd.
Blake smiles, turning his head towards Alue for a moment, "I've always been a fan of the high ground." He looks towards the podium again before he turns to continue looking out and around, perhaps just out of habit or training.
The Vulcan continues speaking for a short while longer, referring positively to Bajor's accomplishments and giving credit to Bajor's trade partners, many of whom are standing here. At a moment she has chosen with Vulcan precision, she comes to her concluding remarks. "It is my intention to continue the duties devolved upon me by the Federation, to serve this region as logic requires, whether in the maintenance of peace and commerce, or as a last resort, to serve in its defense from any who would intend harm to Bajor and the Federation." A beat. "As my senior officers would say, May the Prophets Guide us." A beat. "As a Vulcan, I offer this personal sentiment." She raises her right hand, fingers parted in the Vulcan salute. "Live long, and prosper." She steps down.
Rathus applauds at the conclusion of T'Shaav's speech from his place in the crowd.
Toran claps again as T'Shaav steps down from the podium.
Ramirez looks over to Blake, murmuring lowly, "I heard somewhere that if you have the high ground, you're basically invincible." Then he nods to Alue. "Tim's pretty smart I guess, Prina. You know. For an ensign fighter pilot." He seems to recognize the irony in his words.
Alue claps along with the others while smiling and shaking her head at the fighter jocks.
As if on cue, servers emerge into the park, offering Bajoran foods and drinks, spring wine and otherwise, around to the guests.
Worthington is also clapping, though he stops as the servers emerge with food.
Applauding as well, Svetzvani steps over to T'Shaav. "Excellent job, Captain. You may not have been a trained orator, but you did just fine."
Blake smiles, applauding along with the crowd. He leans towards Cristobal and comments, "That's exactly what someone with high ground to sell would say." When the speech is over, Blake exhales, releasing tension he himself didn't even know he was feeling. He then hmms, "I guess we're on a fully opened station, now," looking amongst the crowd of his fellow crewmates.
"Study and preparation help," the Vulcan says quietly. "My role is at least three quarters diplomat," she notes to her friend. "I merely had to ask myself what you might have said in my place."
Counselor Telula claps her hands as the speech comes to an end, grinning a little at the Blake and Ramirez show. "I guess so," she agrees. She finally takes a moment to look around and appreciate the park. "It's lovely, isn't it?"
Toran walks over to T'Shaav and Svetzvani. "I am glad to see they put you back in command," he says. "We always worked well together, and I look forward to that relationship continuing. I told my government, what with all this landing and docking space you gave us, we're going to need to acquire more ships."
Ramirez applauds, quipping back, "Funny you should say that. I have this intriguing real estate program I wanted to speak to you about...." Then he looks to Telula, Wagging a finger. "It /is/ a lovely park. But you can only appreciate it because we have such a lovely, high ground view, you see..."
Rathus goes off in search of some food, winding his way through the crowd of people.
Svetzvani smiles at T'Shaav, then turns that smile on Toran in greeting. "You certainly have the room, and as I understand it, the office space."
Blake laughs and comments, "I'll admit that part of my reason for recommending we come up here was to see the rest of the park. It's like our Arboretum is a little slice of this place."
T'Shaav replies to Toran, "I will see if we can find you some more ships, Major. The Terrans have a saying. You never know until you ask."
Worthington eyes the Bajoran Major, glancing at his uniform and nodding. "So, you would be major Toran, of the Krim Aldos I take it?" he asks. "I've seen your ship before, as a matter of fact. I'm James Worthington, XO of the Phoenix. It's a pleasure."
Toran smiles as Worthington introduces himself. "I am indeed, XO of the Krim Aldos. I hope your mission is going well," he says, turning to T'Shaav. "I'm sure the over-general would be delighted if you could. All we have, from my understanding, is a small group of Gryphon-class runabouts, sans slipstream drives, and two older model, though functional, starships. The outer colonies have definitely appreciated having Bajoran flagged vessels patroling the area, and the BDF has appreciated Starfleet's help as well." He pauses. "I might want to have a chat with captain Ki'Vek, see if any upgrades could be made to the defensive shield systems of the Krim Aldos, or if that would be too tall of an ask."
T'Shaav considers that and replies, "Considering that she just built this station, I am quite certain she can accommodate your ideas, Major"
Blake shakes his head to Ramirez and replies, "Real estate? No can do. I'm a space man now." He looks between the others and asks, "Well, shall we head back down for some refreshments?"
Ramirez looks to Blake, then to the park in general, and then he nods. A soft, joyous little smile plays over his lips as he surveys the park. SOME thought is just playing out, and as it does, that mind-play is reflected on his face. "Prina? Miri? How about food and a walk in a lovely green space?"
Worthington smiles at the Bajoran. "The mission, it's going well," he says. "I wish you and the BDF luck. I'm sure captain T'Shaav will fill you in on anything pertinant to Bajoran security that we find out there. Please excuse me." He smiles again, then turns and heads off to find some food while looking for other Phoenix crew.
Telula nods at Blake's and Ramirez's suggestion. "Yes, I think so," she agrees. Miri flashes a little grin at Prina and then begins walking back down the grassy hill to get closer to the Bajoran refreshments.
Kellen steps off the lift and gathers in the gathering, seeing a few familiar faces among the sea of reds, yellows and blues. He makes his way along the edge of the group, getting a feel for what is going on.
"Yeah, let's go," Prina says, joining the others.
After eating for a bit and talking to various people, Rathus slowly walks across the park, disappearing through an exit on the port side.
"Have yu been inside the temple, Major?" Svetzvani asks Toran.
Worthington Notices Kellen entering the park. He makes his way over to the trill. "Good to see you," he says. "How is everything going?"
Toran smiles broadly to Svetzvani. "Why of course," he says. "I had to give an accurate accounting of it, so my command could relay it to the Vedek Assembly. It is a truly marvelous addition to the station. Well thought out. I think they will be pleased."
Kellen looks over at Worthington, "Hello James. Still in uniform, I see. Glad you're breaking out of your bad habits." He shrugs and grins, "This time around, at least no one's shooting at me. Yet."
Ki'Vek uncoils herself and slowly begins slithering down one of the long paths.
"That's good!" Svetzvani exclaims to Toran. "I find myself wondering if my husband has had a chance to see it. I'm not sure if he's been here since it became accessible."
Worthington looks to Coil. "That's good, at least," he says. "You are most definitely missed aboard Phoenix. Science just isn't the same without you running the place."
Ramirez murmurs to the others, quietly, "I wonder if we should get our food and let the bigwigs talk?" He laughs. "I confess, I'm at a loss. I'm good at eating and --" Well. Whatever he was going to say, it dies behind his teeth. "Erm. Right. Food?"
Toran smiles. "Which ship is his?" he asks. "I could tell you if it docked here. Krim Aldos has been in system for a bit. We'd likely have seen it."
"Food sounds good," Prina agrees.
"Not my call, James," Coil points out. "I've spent the last several years trying to move on and find a new life." He chuckles, "Not like I haven't had experience with new lives."
Counselor Telula reaches the bottom of the hill and smooths out her skirt as she reunites with the foot path. Perhaps over-eager, perhaps just hungry, Miri doesn't wait to get cues from the others and immediately inserts herself into the crowd containing the Bajoran servers.
"USS Endeavour," Tink says to the Bajoran Major. "Admiral Kadn."
Worthington nods. "Unfortunately not," he says. "It is good to see you, alive and well. I hope you stay that way." He glances about for some of the officers, waving them over to where he is talking to Coil. "Have you met any of our new ensigns yet?"
Ramirez laughs, following behind Telula. For whatever reason, her simple act of going to get the food he wanted breaks some spell he was under, and he moves to join her, and the servers circulating with the food. He moves up next to her, takes a particularly attractive-looking morsel, and pops it into his mouth as he looks over and down to the counselor. He smiles to her as he chews.
Toran looks at Svetzvani, considering. "Endeavour, Endeavour. No, no USS Endeavour has docked here yet. Think I saw that ship somewhere near Antares, but it left there several days ago and did not come this way to my knowledge," he says. "He may not have had the chance to see it yet. You should tell him, assuming his duties don't take him too far from Bajor."
Kellen shakes his head to Worthington, "Your ensigns don't need to worry about a washed out ex-officer, James."
"Sutil's court marshal be damned. You were the best science officer we ever had, regardless," Worthington says to Coil.
Alue finds some kind of sticky sweet fruity thing and hmm's to herself as she enjoys it.
Svetzvani smiles to Toran. "I'll do that. I'm sure he'd like to see it."
It's tough to pick from all the delicious food going by on trays, but Telula has managed to find something for herself, as well. Somehow, a plate with a Bajoran food resembling a sandwich wrap found its way into her hands.
"Doesn't everything look so good?" she asks the other Phoenix officers within earshot, returning Ramirez's smile. She spots Worthington waving them all over. "Looks like we're needed," Miri points out before heading over to meet up with Worth and his companion.
Toran smiles. "I'm sure he would," he says. "If I don't see her first, please congratulate captain Ki'Vek and her staff on a job most well done."
Kellen snorts and shakes his head, "Sutil might have instigated it, but the court still found against me. Politics won the day, and more likely because I didn't take on the red."
Ramirez grabs two of the Bajoran sandwich wrap things, because, well, you never know when you're going to get back to the food, now do you? He sort of...palms them, behind one hand, and he turns to follow Telula. "I was hoping we could just eat...." He twitches a shrug, and follows, though.
Said Captain is currently slithering her way toward the lift.
Alue goes with Miri as she finishes off her whatever fruit.
"I think I saw her somewhere," Svetzvani says to Toran, then starts scanning the crowds. "There she is," she points.
Toran nods. "Thank you admiral," he says to Svetzvani, making his way to Ki'Vek. "Captain. I would like to congratulate you on the wonderful job your people did in constructing Emissary Station."
Ki'Vek stops short on her way to the lift. She turns her leathery head toward the Bajoran and tips it forward once. "The congratulations it belongs to them. I will be certain to convey to them your satisfaction with the product of their labors, Major."
Worthington smiles to Coil as the others approach. "That doesn't make you any less good of a science officer, or any less worth knowing."
Alue stops some little distance away from Commander Worthington and the other man. She's working hard at getting sticky fruity stuff of her hands. It's not working.
Telula looks over her shoulder to address the complaint. "It'll just take a second," she guesses. She takes her place there with the others. "Commander," she greets before turning to direct her smile towards the stranger. Unable to help herself, she brings the Bajoran wrap up to her mouth and takes an adventurous, enthusiastic bite.
Ramirez moves up with the ensign (and Ltjg) parade. Unlike Alue, he's content to hold onto his little sandwiches. In fact, as he approaches, he takes a big bite out of one, chewing down with a gusto. And then his eyes widen.
And tear up. With tears running down his face, he looks to Telula with something between betrayal and appreciation of a good joke.
Kellen says quietly to Worthington, "I'm not even a scientist. I'm just a guy who moves cargo around now." He nods in greeting to the gathering junior officers.
Worthington looks to the officers approaching. "This is Kellen Coil, formerly of the USS Phoenix, and the best science officer I ever knew," he says, looking to Kellen. "Don't give me any of that crap. Once a scientist, always a scientist."
Alue waves one sticky hand. "A pleasure to meet you, Sir," she says, then goes back to trying unsuccessfully to clean up.
Telula chews the wrap as quickly as she can, trying to get it down before she'll have to say something to someone. Her chewing slows down to a crawl as she watches Ramirez's reaction to his wrap. She looks down at the remainder of hers, swallows, and then goes wide-eyed herself as tears begin running down her cheeks.
Miri turns around, mouth hanging open, and swipes a flute filled with liquid from a passing server's tray. After taking a big gulp, Miri manages a meek smile for Coil. "It's nice to meet you," she wheezes, dragging the back of her hand across her eyes to wipe away some of those tears.
Ramirez coughs quietly to himself as he chews the rather large bit of Bajoran rolled flatbread food. He looks flushed. Tears our from his eyes. His nose is running. And then the XO is introducing him to his old buddy. With what looks like a great deal of pain he swallows, and chokes out in a husky, shivery sort of voice. "Ensign Cris Ramirez."
"Bajoran food can be spicy for the unaware," Coil says with a smile though the warning obviously is too late. He nods in greeting again, "Don't let Commander Worthington oversell me. I'm just a truck driver these days. Maybe in the future I'll be able to be a scientist again."
"Certainly, Major," says the snake. "We will be happy to have a look, of course. Please contact Antares when you are able to visit, that we may prepare for your arrival."
Toran smiles. "I do appreciate it captain. I will notify Antares and schedule a convenient time to stop over." he says. "May the Prophets guide you." he stops a passing waitor and grabs some food for himself.
Ramirez coughs, his hoarse voice pinched and hoarse. He looks Worthington. "XO, is this the man you were telling me about?" He looks, then, back to Coil. "Sir? Maybe you deliver cargo. But being a scientist is a calling, not a profession."
He smiles. "I fly a Valkyrie. I'm a tactical and security officer. But you know? I love botany, and I am a decent botanist, even if it's not my job."
"Major," Ki'Vek says with a parting bow, then slithers into the lift.
Worthington smiles at Ramirez. "Exactly," he says. "And yes, this is the man I was telling you about."
Toran finishes talking to various people and eating, making his way to the lift and disappearing into it.
Alue excuses herself and slips away.
Kellen chuckles as he replies to Ramirez, "Cooking was a calling. Each time I've been a scientist, it was just excessive curiousity that got me into the mess at a young age." He thinks for a moment, "If you ever get out near Dreon, perhaps you will have the opportunity to check on the work I did there to save their crops when I was on the Buran, Ensign."
Ramirez nods, and smiles with a broad, infectious grin. "Sure. That's why botany is the best science, sir. You can generally eat your work."He spies a passing food person, and drops the remains of his sandwiches on the tray. "If you'll excuse me. I need to have a new tongue installed."
Worthington smiles at everyone near him. "Kellen, it's good to see you, as always," he says. "Lieutenant, ensigns, I'm heading back to the Phoenix. No sleeping off the ship, but I'll be issuing shoreleave, until such time as the captain countermands it. Enjoy the new station."