NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=458055
IC:
Utris M'toc ounded on his alarm and moaned as he slid out of his bed. He had spent the night at a party with his friends celebrating his promotion to Lieutenant and his head was pounding. He stumbled over to the replicator and mumbled something. He wasn't quite sure what it was, but it helped with his headache. He ate it quickly and slipped into his uniform. He walked down the halls, being greeted by a few familiar faces and stepped into the turbolift.

"Bridge," he told the computer. He arrived at the bridge a few seconds later and spotted the Captain sitting at the Captain's 'throne' as the lower ranks affectionately called it. He took his station and stared down at the panel. It all blurred out and then refocused. He shook his head and stared at the main screen and then down at the panels.

"First day?" the Lieutanant at Science II asked his quietly. Utris nodded. He recognized him from the party. It was rather large, so it was likely that he had no idea what the party was about but still knew Utris.

"Don't sweat it-The First Officer's a Klingon and he's best friends with the Captain, so you should get along fine here."

"Sir," the ensign at Ops said, "We are picking up warp fields coming from this star system," he stated to the captain.

"Scanning for life forms," Utris said, "There appears to be a civilization of what appear to be Vulcanoids on the third planet."

Morning. Relatively.

Griss rolled out of bed twenty minutes before his alarm was scheduled to go off, raking a knotted, calloused hand through his short, spiky black hair. Clad only in a pair of battered sweatpants, he padded into the bathroom for a sonic shower which, unlike a real shower would have, did not aid him at all in the waking-up process. Retreating from the bathroom, he ordered a glass of orange juice and a mug of highlander grog with a shot of grain alcohol from the replicator. Normally, this wasn’t really allowed, but what was the point of being Chief Engineer if you couldn’t sneak a few modifications to your replicator under the radar? Plucking a data-pad from next to his bed, he settled on the couch with his drinks and read over the documents that had been sent his way since he’d gone to bed late the night before. A few memos, a couple late crew evaluations, and a list of tasks to attend to ‘at his earliest convenience’.

“How about this, jackholes? It’s never f***ing convenient,” he muttered, dropping the data-pad on the floor and kicking it across the room before hiding behind his coffee mug.

When he’d polished off his morning allotment of fluids, he stole the extra twenty minutes to run through his forms, which woke him up better than breakfast or showering did. Pulling on his uniform, sleeves rolled up and collar open, he took the last two minutes to run a comb cursorily through his hair and order a bagel from the replicator and headed for Engineering with said bagel hanging out of his mouth.

When he walked into Engineering, all conversation ceased immediately, only to restart at a lower volume after he’d wandered over to the Main Systems Display to verify the submissions he’d received the night before. Two of them had been taken care of thanks to one of his engineers, Lieutenant Satsuma – he made a mental note to commend her, as this wasn’t the first time she’d lost patience waiting for a job to get done and taken the initiative to do it herself, a quality he rather admired even if it wasn’t strictly protocol – and made notes on the delegation of the remaining jobs. Bagel still in hand, he turned to the main console and updated the work orders, feeling irritation curl in his stomach. Awake less than an hour and he already had three people to reprimand. Knowing his luck, he’d be getting a communiqué from the bridge with further problems within the next few hours.

He spent the first forty minutes of his shift hunting down and snarling at the engineers who’d failed to complete the simple jobs (at least, he thought of them as simple). One female ensign was reduced to tears, which satisfied him mildly. He retreated to his office to run a detailed system diagnostic, ordering another cup of strong coffee (without the alcohol this time) from the replicator and settling down in his chair, feet on his desk.

He didn’t notice Lieutenant Satsuma standing in the doorway until she cleared her throat, at which point he favored her with a narrow-eyed glare.

“What?”

“Sorry to disturb you, sir,” she began.

He snorted. “If you were that sorry, you wouldn’t be here. Get to the point.”

She rolled her eyes, shifting her weight. “Ensign Dupree says she’s feeling too unwell to continue her shift. She wants to go to the infirmary.”

“Fifth f***ing time this week. Like hell.”

“Maybe if you didn’t make it a point to berate her every day,” Satsuma said dryly.

“Maybe if she had half an inch of guts, she wouldn’t give a shit that I berate her every day. Hell, if she had two functioning brain cells to rub together and make a spark, I wouldn’t haveta berate her in the first place. She’s lazy, and I’m f***ing sick of it. Tell her she either completes her shift or she gets a formal reprimand.”

“You are aware you can’t technically reprimand her so long as the infirmary finds something wrong with her?”

“What’s wrong with her ain’t nothin’ they could cure,” he snorted.

Satsuma hiked an eyebrow. “They’re saying she’s suffering from a high level of work-related stress that could have detrimental effects on her health. If you read the note they sent you….”

“Read it, deleted it,” Griss told her.

“…You’d know that already.”

Griss swept his feet down and stood up. He wasn’t terribly tall, only 5’10” in shoes, but muscles clung like boulders to his wiry frame, and he had big hands that crackled threateningly when he flexed his fingers. “Is there a point to your visit, Lieutenant?” he wondered through gritted teeth.

To Satsuma’s credit, she didn’t back down an inch. “It might have escaped your notice that you’re exactly the kind of man who can cause ‘detrimental effects’ to a person’s health just by your general presence,” she said snappishly, “but it hasn’t escaped any of ours. For god’s sake, Commander, cut the girl a little slack. She’s new.”

‘Permission to speak freely’ was somewhat assumed in Griss’s engineering room, which was the reason he didn’t threaten Satsuma with a breach of protocol. In fact, he cracked half a smile. Yeah, that was him, all right- toxic personality.

“She’s servin’ on a Federation Starship now,” he said clearly. “She shapes the f*** up, or she ships the f*** out. Everybody on my goddamned team knows that already. Why’re you so protective of her, anyway?”

“Because everyone in Main Engineering knows you tolerate me breathing your air, and she seems to think that makes me the person of choice to complain to,” Satsuma said dryly.

“Careful who you say that to, they’ll think we’re a f***in’ item,” Griss said negligently, picking up his coffee and drinking enough of it to burn his tongue. “But she finishes her shift or she gets reprimanded. End of f***ing story. Understood?”

“Aye, sir,” she shot back, voice thick with sarcasm, turning and leaving the room. It was sort of a pity, Griss mused, watching her brisk pace back in the general direction of the Core, that the sliding construction of the doors made them impossible to slam.

(( OOC: I don’t know what sort of language requirements you guys have in your thread, so for now I’m starring some stuff out. If this isn’t necessary, please say so.))

OOC: Just follow typical ST. "Worst" I've ever heard them say was "hell".

IC:


The Captain felt a little drowsy this morning. Gorn still hasn't reported in for duty. Probably useing the training simulator on the Holo-deck, testing his "warrior capabilities" Gorn called them. Though they've been friends for more than 20 years, there will still be somethings he just won't understand about Gorn. He met most of the crew, including the incredibly insane Griss dude.

"Sir," the ensign at Ops said, "We are picking up warp fields coming from this star system," he stated to the captain.

"Scanning for life forms," Utris said, "There appears to be a civilization of what appear to be Vulcanoids on the third planet."

"On screen. What else can you tell me?"

A magnified picture of the planet showed up. It showed a large city.

"The planet is uncharted. This system, as you know, has recently been discovered in Federation territory, but it is dangerously close to the Neutral Zone. Our scans show that these people are very similar to twenty-second century Earth. The Warp fields probably mean that they are developing Warp Engines or have already developed them and we just didn't know it," the Ensign told the Captain. Utris's panel beeped.

"Sir, scanners have detected a Ferengi vessel in the area," Utris informed the captain. He sighed.
"They are hailing us."

"Put 'em on. We may found the warp signatures. I'm Captain George Herman of the starship Yamato. Please identify yourself." How I hate Ferengi.... And where in hell is Gorn?

A large Ferengi appeared on the viewscreen. He had a very annoying look on his large face.
"Who I am is not important, hu-man. What is important is my message."
The Ferengi hesitated and breathed deeply.
"The natives of this planet have contacted the Ferengi before, but only on short-range subspace communications. We have been trading for some time now for a valuable spice. These Wasijans, as they call themselves, have a warp ship and they request that Starfleet personell be present during the launch. In fact, they insist on it," he continued, rubbing his arm at the last sentence.

"Hmm...." Herman thought about this for a few moments, "We'll check it out. One question though: Why would they request starfleet personel and not your own if you were the first to contact them?"

The Ferengi growled. It was obvious that he did not want to be asked that question.
"I do not know, nor do I care, but my guess is that they wish to join Starfleet. There are, after all, Vulcanoids."
The Ferengi disappeared and a picture of a Ferengi vessel appeared. It slowly moved away from them and then warped from the system. Utris was a bit uncomfortable.
"Sir, I advise to somehow contact the Wasijans before meeting them in person, we know nothing about them," Utris said. His panel beeped again and he sighed.
"We are being hailed from the planet, sir."

*Sigh,* he understood where Utris came from "Put them on. I'll have my first officer go down if I decide to aprove."

A strait-faced man with large, thin ears that curved up and behind his head appeared on the screen. He had two nose piercings which were connected by a decorative chain. On his arm there was a long, beaded armband. He smiled.
"Ah, yes, finally, Starfleet! Tell, me, are there any Vulcans on your bridge crew?" teh man asked. His voice was higher than a Vulcan's or Romulan's, but still would stand out in a committee.
"Alas, no," he said, more to himself when he discovered that it wasn't to be and continued, "I am Tukeet, planetary president of the Wasijans. It is an honor to finally make contact with Starfleet, we have been eager to join ever since we caught wind of you from the Romulans!"

Ensign Gareth O'Howe the navigaton officer for this shift thought to himself "another normal day in the service" as he seen a ferengi vessel hail them and then the vulcanoid leader hail them from the planet.

now at low impulse and steadily gaining ground in the system, the young ensign thought about his bridge colleages. We would like working here.

A strait-faced man with large, thin ears that curved up and behind his head appeared on the screen. He had two nose piercings which were connected by a decorative chain. On his arm there was a long, beaded armband. He smiled.
"Ah, yes, finally, Starfleet! Tell, me, are there any Vulcans on your bridge crew?" teh man asked. His voice was higher than a Vulcan's or Romulan's, but still would stand out in a committee.
"Alas, no," he said, more to himself when he discovered that it wasn't to be and continued, "I am Tukeet, planetary president of the Wasijans. It is an honor to finally make contact with Starfleet, we have been eager to join ever since we caught wind of you from the Romulans!"

"Greetings Tukeet, I'm Captain George Herman. We have never heard of your species up untill now. I have considered your offer, and am willing to indulge your species with the presence of starfleet personel in your first warp speed launch. However, I would like to meet in person. Would you care to beam to our ship and discuss your species and your launch.... Saaayy.... Over dinner?" He was ready to hit himself on the head. That wasn't quite what George had in mind to come out of his mouth, but it was too late. He doesn't back out of an offer, it's just not the Herman way.
"We could also meet with you upon your headquarters. Either way works for us."

((You should ask more about their Romulan contacts when you do meet them.))
"But captain, we are ready to launch now! The people are very anxious to celebrate this event."
Takeet sighed.
"However, I do understand and respect your position. The people will be disappointed that the launch will have to be delayed for one more day, but they'll understand. You can land at these-"
Static started to disrupt the communication.
"coordinates."
The screen went dead.
"Captain, connection has been lost on their side," Utris informed Herman, "It is possible that their supspace communicators aren't strong or as developed enough to keep a long connection. We did, however, recieve the coordinates."

((We're already orbiting the planet.))

(( OOC: *joke*
Griss: Griss to the Bridge....Captain, we're picking up some sort of subspace disturbance... it looks like some kinda temporal anomaly centered directly along our path. It looks like we're coexisting both a good distance away from the planet, and directly in its orbit. I'm kinda concerned about crewmembers being splinched....you may wanna get on that. ))

((You should ask more about their Romulan contacts when you do meet them.))
"But captain, we are ready to launch now! The people are very anxious to celebrate this event."
Takeet sighed.
"However, I do understand and respect your position. The people will be disappointed that the launch will have to be delayed for one more day, but they'll understand. You can land at these-"
Static started to disrupt the communication.
"coordinates."
The screen went dead.

"What the hell just happened?"


"Captain, connection has been lost on their side," Utris informed Herman, "It is possible that their supspace communicators aren't strong or as developed enough to keep a long connection. We did, however, recieve the coordinates."

"*Sigh*. It's possible. I feel that we should send downa shuttle instead of beaming now with the down communication. For all we know, it could be a jamming device we don't know about. All right, I'll lead the away team." He forgot he hadn't sceen Gorn for the last few hours. He may just have to kill him....

OOC: Who was the security chief? I want him on the team. Possibly Utris aslo.

OOC: Utris is the Security Chief.

Having to
Bump
Upsets
Me as a
Panda

Ensign O'Howe ensures the orbit is maintained while he wonders himself whats going on down there.

((Huntaer, where the hell are you?))

((Huntaer, where the hell are you?))

College application shit. It's going to be difficult for me to RP these next few weeks. I have enough time to use NS maybe once (or twice) a week now.


IC:
The captain sighs (yet again), "Right, Utris I want you on the team. Lieutenant (referring to the one at science), you have the bridge untill my first officer get's back. Get Griss to report to transporter room two with the rest of us. His attitude might not be.... Professional, but his experience will have to do for now. Ensign?" Herman motions for Utris to follow him.

College application shit. It's going to be difficult for me to RP these next few weeks. I have enough time to use NS maybe once (or twice) a week now.


IC:
The captain sighs (yet again), "Right, Urtris I want you on the team. Lieutenant (referring to the one at science), you have the bridge untill my first officer get's back. Get Griss to report to transporter room two with the rest of us. His attitude might not be.... Professional, but his experience will have to do for now. Ensign?" Herman motions for Urtris to follow him.

OOC: Inwardly, it amuses the hell out of me that even the captain tries to get someone ELSE to tell Griss what to do.

OOC: Inwardly, it amuses the hell out of me that even the captain tries to get someone ELSE to tell Griss what to do.

OOC: Just trying to see where this goes ;)

ooc: "Ensign?" Herman motions for Urtris to follow him."

was this my character mentioned on another npc ensign?

ooc: "Ensign?" Herman motions for Urtris to follow him."

was this my character mentioned on another npc ensign?

OOC:
No... I'm refering to G.S.'s Ensign Utris (I misspelled his name).

Griss was on his third cup of coffee when the summons came down over the communicators. "Commander Unaki, please report to transporter room two.... Commander Unaki, please report to transporter room..."

Griss slapped the badge. "I got it," he snapped grumpily, kicking his feet down off his desk and setting the mug down. For all that he was a truly abrasive personality, he was an excellant worker, and he'd already gotten ahead of schedule for the day, and was running a day ahead of his week. The summons, therefore, was irritating, but not necessarily problematic, and he decided not to blow a gasket until he'd established beyond the shadow of a doubt that their reason for dragging him out of his engineering room was a foolish one. He drained the coffee cup, ignoring the blistering burn of the flesh at the back of his throat, set down his data pad, and left his office. Again, the conversation immedietly died as several pairs of eyes fixed on him, wondering if he was on the warpath - when he left engineering entirely, he could almost feel the collective sigh of relief.

He took the turbolift up several decks and made his way through the corridors, wishing for the five-thousandth time that his uniform had pockets (it would make repair jobs a lot more convenient) for him to shove his hands into to complete the 'angry bull' image he tended to give off. Oh well. You couldn't have everything.

The doors hissed open and he stepped into the transporter room, smoldering black eyes surveying the already assembled officers. Internally, he immedietly revised his opinion of the situation - if the captain was down here, it wasn't your typical every-day bullshit. Given that it wasn't likely he'd been called up here to fix a transporter problem, he decided to give some thought to cheering up, but not until he'd heard what this was really about. And on that note...

"You called?" he said dryly to the captain, then managed to add as an afterthought, "Sir?"

OOC: I fucking lost all of that post. I had a good one, too.
IC:
Utris followed the Captain to the Transporter room where an upset Griss (As if there's any other) was waiting. The Transporter Chief punched in the estimated coordinates and they beamed down. Utris was the only one armed with a phazer; Everyone else had a hand phazer.

The first thing that happened when they beamed down was silence. They observed the beautiful scenery of the green, flowery hill bordering a thick forest. Behind them was a large, advanced city. The second thing that happened was a Romulan armed with a Federation Phazer walked in front of them.

"Identify yourselves!" she shouted at them. Utris went for his phazer and then recogned her.

"Nuhir?"

Nuhir looked at Utris and smiled.

"You've gotten taller since the bar in the Neutral Zone," she laughed. She put her phazer away. As she did, Utris noticed that she was wearing an armband like Tukeet was wearing.

"Joshua's here, too. I don't know how. This is amazing. Wow. Um..I can't explain here. Come, follow me."

Nuhir led them to a small building with many decorations. A tall young man, no older than Utris, was planting flowers in front of it.

"Joshua, look who dropped in from the sky," Nuhir said to him. Joshua stood up and Utris noticed that he was wearing a similar beaded structure on his leg.

"By the stars-Utris? Oh, wow! This is-Oh-Wow. He looks a bit familiar, too," Joshaua said, shocked. He pointed to Griss.

"I remember you from somewhere."

Nuhir led them to a small building with many decorations. A tall young man, no older than Utris, was planting flowers in front of it.

"Joshua, look who dropped in from the sky," Nuhir said to him. Joshua stood up and Utris noticed that he was wearing a similar beaded structure on his leg.

"By the stars-Utris? Oh, wow! This is-Oh-Wow. He looks a bit familiar, too," Joshaua said, shocked. He pointed to Griss.

"I remember you from somewhere."

Griss looked from Joshua's pointed finger to his face, eyes narrowing. The man didn't look the least bit familiar to him, but he said nothing. He'd discovered that this was the best course when he was surrounded by superior officers - Look fierce, stay quiet. He was an amazing engineer; it was only when he opened his mouth that he got in trouble. While everyone else was busy making dramatic greetings, he palmed his tricorder and began thumb-punching buttons rapidly, making a preliminary scan of their immediate surroundings. As there had been no briefing, he wasn't sure where they were or what they were doing here, and that little oversight irked him, but he'd never forgotten the important lessons he'd learned growing up in a salvage colony - when in doubt, do your job.

IC:
The first thing that happened when they beamed down was silence. They observed the beautiful scenery of the green, flowery hill bordering a thick forest. Behind them was a large, advanced city. The second thing that happened was a Romulan armed with a Federation Phazer walked in front of them.

"Identify yourselves!" she shouted at them. Utris went for his phazer and then recogned her.

"Nuhir?"

Nuhir looked at Utris and smiled.

"You've gotten taller since the bar in the Neutral Zone," she laughed. She put her phazer away. As she did, Utris noticed that she was wearing an armband like Tukeet was wearing.

"Joshua's here, too. I don't know how. This is amazing. Wow. Um..I can't explain here. Come, follow me."

Nuhir led them to a small building with many decorations. A tall young man, no older than Utris, was planting flowers in front of it.

"Joshua, look who dropped in from the sky," Nuhir said to him. Joshua stood up and Utris noticed that he was wearing a similar beaded structure on his leg.

"By the stars-Utris? Oh, wow! This is-Oh-Wow. He looks a bit familiar, too," Joshaua said, shocked. He pointed to Griss.

"I remember you from somewhere."


Herman walked up to the new person, "I assue that the two of you knew eachother from past relationships. I'm Captain George Herman, I'm Utris's new superior officer." He extended his hand as a traditional greeting.