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Post by Chris H on Sept 13, 2017 16:29:50 GMT
General Statistics
Lieutenant Migonna Tallush Sex: Female Race: Orion Weight: 74.5 kg Height: 5ft 15 inches Age: 25 years old General Record Physical Description:
Skinny Body, Long Flowing Brown Hair, Blue Eyes, Tall, Athletic, Green Rank, Position & Ship:Rank: Lieutenant Commander Position: Chief Engineering Officer Ship: USS Chiron Family & Personal History:
Born on Orion, has no blood siblings but one brother as part of her adopted family, doesn't know her mother or father, No Children, never married, Born into Slavery, Parents taken away from her before she knew who they were. Slave until the illegal slavery operation was shutdown by Starfleet, taken in by a Starfleet Officer and his Wife at the age of 17 went to Starfleet Academy and passed at the age of 23. Educational History:Went to Starfleet Academy at the age of 20, her favourite subject was studying Warp Fields. Took Courses in: Advanced Subspace Geometry, Advanced Navigation, Astrotheory 101, Beam Technology, Basic Warp Design, Basic Hand-to-Hand Combat, Communications, Earth History, Early Starfleet History, Elementary Temporal Mechanics, Engineering, Flight Control, Inter-stellar Ethnology, Interspecies Ethics, Interspecies Protocol, Quantum Chemistry, Probability Mechanics, Robotics, Temporal Mechanics, Transporter Theory, Turn of the Millennium Technology, Warp Theory, Engineering Extension Course, Emergency Medical Course, Stellar Cartography, Survival Strategies, Academy Extension Course #4077, Astrogation Medical History:
Has her pheromone glands repressed with an inhibitor device which is monitored via a wrist bracelet. Wounds repaired from punishment from Slavery. Regular Checkups and injections. No further medical checkups. Begin Logs:Stardate: 11709.14 (Ensign's Log) Stardate: 11709.28 (Joint Log Entry) Stardate: 11801.19 (Ensign's Log) Stardate: 11903.28 (Navigational Officer's Investigative Report) Stardate: 11906.15 (Personal Log) Stardate: 11911.08 (Log Entry) Stardate: 12001.30 (Joint Log) Stardate: 12002.21 (Navigational/Local Area Report) Stardate: 12006.18 (Joint Log) Stardate: 12102.25 (Joint Log) Stardate: 12104.08 (Joint Log) Stardate: 12207.08 (Joint Log) Commendations/Service Record:Stardate: 11801.18 awarded the Captain's Letter of Commendation for conspicuous dedication to duty in a time of crisis. Stardate: 11808.02 awarded the Admiral's Letter of Commendation for exemplary heroism in neutralizing the USS Voltaire. Stardate: 11808.02 promoted to Lieutenant Junior Grade, Navigations Officer USS Chiron, for a performance of duties consistent with the expectations of Starfleet. Stardate: 11911.14 awarded the Admiral's Letter of Commendation for conduct in investigating the bombing plot. Stardate: 11911.14 promoted to Lieutenant, Navigations Officer USS Chiron, for a performance of duties consistent with the expectations of Starfleet. Stardate: 12104.01 awareded the Axanar Humanitarian Award for her actions in helping the colonists at Valt and the colonists at the other planet. Stardate: 12110.15 promoted to Lietenant Commander & transfer to Chief Engineering Officer USS Chiron approved, for a performance of duties consistent with the expectations of Starfleet 1-6JB6D7MBs
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Post by Chris H on Sept 15, 2017 15:15:16 GMT
Begin Ensign Log Entry:
Stardate: 11709.14
Name: Migonna Tallush
Rank: Ensign
Current Ship Serving Aboard: USS Chiron NCC-77303
Position: Navigation's Officer
Log Begins:
So today is my first day on my job of the Alpha Shift. I have to say it is certainly more interesting than the Beta Shift. The Bridge Crew is nicer and I also get to be at the helm of the actual action and also I get to sleep at night instead of during the day. I even get to see the ship's XO and CO up close instead of on the roster. I hope that I can make a good impression on not just them but on the whole bridge crew. I am hoping to get use some of my other qualifications of Engineering and Temporal Mechanics but who knows. I hope that I will be a more of a valuable asset to this crew on the Alpha Shift instead of the Beta Shift.
Ensign Migonna Tallush signing off.
End Of Log Entry.
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Post by Chris H on Sept 30, 2017 12:14:07 GMT
Stardate 11709.28
with Annie as Penny and Declan. --
If you stood still and listened closely, you could hear a gentle hum just above a whisper in the sickbay. It felt like a loud droning to Penny’s ears. She stood with her back to the main doors, her arms crossed, just watching the stasis chamber. If she had not rushed him out, would the situation be different? Logically, of course, she knew that it had nothing to do with her. That the signal would have disrupted his borg implants regardless of whether she sat down with him at the moment, or postponed meeting with him until later. It was inevitable, and there was no way she could have known then what she knew now.
So why did she feel so damn guilty?
Dr. Rand came over and stood beside her, looking over a fresh batch of readings on a padd. He held it out to her, but she didn’t take it. She didn’t even seem to see it until he tapped it against her elbow. Only then did she acknowledge he was there with a glance and took the padd. He commented, “This is the information on the implants he currently has, I think it looks promising to remove them now, when they aren’t functioning anyway.”
Penny frowned, “Not all of them…” she tapped a particular reading from the implant on his forehead, “This one is most likely linked to higher brain function. That would be very difficult to remove. It could even prove fatal.”
“Maybe, but he wasn’t assimilated for too horribly long, it might not be.”
She turned a surprise look on him, “Maybe? Might not be? That hardly seems like a sufficient statement in the face of a risk like that.”
Declan shook his head in irritation, “Look Evans, just open your mind to the possibility here. I don’t know if there will be a better time to try to remove them. We may want to take the opportunity while it’s presented to us.”
“The other two implants, yes. But that one, not a chance.”
He was quiet for a long moment before speaking in a carefully measured tone, “It’s not your decision.”
“No, you’re right, it’s not,” she looked back at the stasis chamber, “But it’s not yours either. And I don’t believe the Captain will be willing to take that risk any more than I would.” The doors to sickbay opened with a swish and Declan looked over his shoulder to see who entered.
Migonna steps into the sickbay as the doors opened and she walks in scratching her hands behind her back.
She glances over in the way of Penelope and Declan. "Don't suppose I am too late am I?" She says with a smile on her face.
She walks over towards the two medical staff who seem to have been having a conversation. "I hope I am not interrupting anything."
Throwing a quick glance at the stasis chamber remembering working on them during her enslavement, deciding it is not her business she concentrates her attention to the medical staff.
Penny recognized the voice and turned to greet Migonna, “Hello Ensign Tallush, you aren’t interrupting, no. I suppose you are here for your injection? Why don’t you have a seat?” She motioned to a biobed.
Madeleine had seen Ensign Tallush enter and she approached them now, holding out a vial, which Penny took from her and loaded into a hypospray. As she did this, she spoke with Migonna. “I hear congratulations are in order, you were promoted to the Alpha shift.”
Declan raised an eyebrow, “Alpha shift huh? I suppose you’ll have to reschedule your weekly appointment?”
Penny pressed the hypospray to Migonna’s neck, administering her dosage of medicine and nodded. “I figured we should discuss that. I apologize for being delayed in this dosage. Thankfully, Starfleet makes it a practice to inoculate their officers against Orion pheromones or else we might have had problems already. In the future we’ll try to be more timely though.”
After taking her injection she rubs her neck and smiles. "I suppose we would have had problems."
Penny waved a hand towards Declan, “Have you met Dr. Rand yet, Migonna?”
“I don’t think I have.” She reaches out her hand for a handshake. "Pleased to meet you Dr. And yes I suppose we will have to reschedule. Just as long I get them we will be fine. Don't want to meet alien species and have them infected with my pheromones." She says chuckling.
He returned the handshake with a smile, “Likewise. And please feel free to call me Declan. No we certainly wouldn’t want that.”
“So when shall I see you next then Doc?”
Penny put away the hypospray and responded, “Well I suppose the easiest thing would be to have you come after your shift this time next week. Granted, that means it would be after my shift as well, but I’m frequently here late. If I’m not here, then Dr. Rand can assist you just as well as I can. As long as you aren’t opposed to us sharing responsibility for your treatment?”
Declan smiled, thinking that he would certainly have no objections to assisting in the lovely Orion woman’s treatment.
"That’s fine with me. As long as I get my injections I am fine." She smiles.
"Anything else doc? And I can't wait for the next treatment doesn't matter who gives me it, there is always nice service here in sickbay."
As she says that she gets up from the biobed and straightens her uniform.
Penny shook her head and smiled, "I think that's all for today Migonna. We'll see you next week."
She gets ready to walk out of the sickbay. "Thanks Penny and you too Declan. See you both next week probably, or as I say whenever the fates decree."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 30, 2017 18:15:59 GMT
Nice job Chris and Annie!
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Post by Chris H on Oct 1, 2017 20:01:42 GMT
Thanks Andrew.
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Post by Chris H on Jan 19, 2018 11:30:08 GMT
Begin Ensign Log Entry:
Stardate: 11801.19
Name: Migonna Tallush Rank: Ensign
Current Ship Serving Aboard: USS Chiron NCC-77303
Position: Navigation's Officer
Being Log Entry:
So the day that I dreaded has finally arrived. Both I and the newly promoted Chief Medical Officer have forgotten about my injections. I didn't notice the effects at first but then I did when a Yeoman acted strangely. Originally I thought he was just being nice when he shouted out an unwarranted applause after I took the ship into Slipstream. Then the other male members of the bridge crew became infected and in turn, they all started glaring at each other. Luckily I was saved by the bell. I was en route to sickbay to get my injection to stop me producing the pheromones, sadly as far as I know from personal experience it takes about 2-3 hours for the effects to fully wear off, but of course as I enter the turbolift everything goes to hell and I can hear the ship drop out of the slipstream. I swear almost everytime when I leave my station anything to do with navigation goes to hell. To be fair it is also probably what I get for leaving the Chief Engineer in charge of the conn. Next time I am only entrusting the safety of the conn to one of my officers that I have painstakingly trained to handle the ship. I was in the turbolift with a security officer as an escort when the ship fell out of slipstream, the turbolift had stopped dead. We hadn't reached our destination either. I could tell though that she was being infected with the effects my pheromones have on women. I just hope the Doc has something to help the headache and irritation she will get. I also hope we can get back into slipstream soon as I don't want to be in this damned void for the rest of eternity.
Ensign Migonna Tallush Signing off.
End of Log Entry.
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Post by Chris H on Mar 28, 2019 22:39:27 GMT
Navigational Officers Research Report
Name: Migonna Tallush
Rank: Lieutenant Junior Grade
Ship: USS Chiron NCC-77303
Lieutenant Tallush investigative report. Stardate: 11903.28 time of recording is 21:35. I have been reading the reports of attacks by Breen vessels in the sector of Tohvun III the ones I have access to range from Stardate 11903.10 to Stardate 11903.25 it seems that the Breen are attacking freighters.
There are three Breen attacks, Stardate 11903.13 a Breen vessel attacked a Bajoran cargo ship, named the Torun, that departed Tohvun III at 05:20 am and was attacked 2 hours and 13 minutes later at 07:33 am the vessel was unidentified, the vessel withdrew after causing minimal damage.
Stardate 11903.22 a Breen vessel attacked a Talarian freighter, named the Nuren, that departed Tohvun II at 08:18 am and was attacked 3 hours 45 minutes later at 12:03 pm the vessel was unidentified, the attack happened very near the border of Cardassian space, before any damage was done Cardassian vessels intercepted and the Breen vessel withdrew. The outcome is currently unknown.
Stardate 11903.25 a Breen vessel attacked a Tellarite freighter, named the Zinneth, that departed Tohvun III at 13:38 and was attacked 1 hour and 43 minutes later at 15:21 the vessel was unidentified, it took out the shields of the freighter quickly and the second attack took out their propulsion, as it was coming round for a third attack a Cardassian vessel intercepted, the Breen vessel escaped and the Cardassian vessel remained to render aid.
These attacks are obviously getting worse as they go along. My initial thinking is that they are trying to disable the vessels so they can board and steal their cargo. Why they are targetting vessels that leave Tohvun III is unknown as of yet. The times between the attacks vary on an unknown pattern.
Currently, I can not see why the Breen vessels are targetting those vessels but it is my recommendation that we track one of these vessels and see what happens when it leaves the planet with its cargo, we can hide an away team aboard and see what happens.
I will continue to look into this matter and report back any additional findings. There were two Earth Trade vessels that were attacked by an Orion vessel and a Nausicaan vessel on Stardate 11903.10 and Stardate 11903.19, in both cases, the attacking vessels took the shields down and attempted to board, the Nausicaan attack was stopped by a Cardassian vessel and were taken into custody by the Cardassians. In the case of the Orion attack, the vessel was quickly incapacitated and then boarded and had cargo stolen. The vessel was eventually found adrift by a passing Andorian freighter three hours later.
It seems that these possible trade routes might need to undergo a periodical change to try and avoid attacks such as these by Breen, Orion, Nausicaan and other vessels alike. I know from personnel l from personal experience that the Orion attacking parties will not give up until they have their prize, even if they have to sacrifice a vessel to get their way. They always have their eye on the prize. This is why it is so vital to possibly look into changing the trade routes and keeping vessels that possibly can't defend themselves like the Bonnie Mae from the reach of pirates.
End of investigative report. Stardate: 11903.28 end time is 22:37.
Report submitted and transferred to official ship recordings.
Submitting Officer: Migonna Tallush, Lieutenant Junior Grade, Navigational Officer, USS Chiron
For viewing by Commanding Officer and Senior Staff.
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Post by Chris H on Jun 15, 2019 9:37:54 GMT
Stardate: 11906.15
"I think its about 10:15, I don't know I lost track of time. Well, this is mostly so I can remember why I am doing all this. I have began studying the external Academy courses in, Command and Control and Leadership Basic." She drinks from her cup of water, "I have decided to do this because I think one day, I would make a good Captain. Of course, to take the exams after my studies I will need permission from Captain Sumner and she will even need to sign it off ad it would require me to sit down in my quarters or a quiet location and complete the exam." But, I don't even know if I am wanting to do the exams and just studying is fine."
She looks to the side, "And soon it will be my birthday. I will be 25, I am kinda keeping it a secret because I have never really celebrated my birthday. I wouldn't know what to do." She laughs, "and on Stardate: 11906.20 will be 7 years exactly from when I was freed from slavery, I should be happy but it just reminds me that I never actually knew my Mum and Dad. If their alive or dead."
End of Recording
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Post by Chris H on Nov 8, 2019 14:16:18 GMT
Log Entry:
Name: Migonna Tallush
Rank: Lieutenant Junior Grade
Ship: USS Chiron NCC-77303
Stardate: 11911.08
Lieutenant Migonna Tallush Chief Navigations Officer USS Chiron log for Stardate: 11911.08 and report included from Stardate: 11911.07 on planet New France in the bar of Paul Bechard.
Myself and Lieutenant Terell the Chief Operations Officer on the USS Chiron were in the bar already and were joined by Captain Sumner and Commander sh'Hruvek and thank goodness when the Captain turned up they started speaking English and not French, I was never one for other earth languages, I mean on an Orion Slave Ship nobody speaks French, they speak Klingon. I am sidetracking, the point of us going down there was to gather information, this came at a cost the nephew of the Mr Bechard the sister to Elise Gaudin, Blase. As he was talking to the Captain at the bar we moved to the other end of the bar by the door to give them space to talk. However, I noticed some people who were sat by the door who look rather suspicious and therefore I put the type-1 phaser I had stowed in my pocket into my palm and concealed it as to not arise suspicion, I kept a close eye on them. In a split second after Mr Blase, had said to the captain there was a Section 31 agent working on New France he was shot by one of the men sat at that table, in that split second I jumped up and fire a stun shot at the man from my phaser taking him down. The other two men started to run out and as I shot at them the Captain ordered for an emergency beam out. The whole away team was beamed up but we left the man I had stunned. I then requested for the transporter room to beam me back down so I could collect the person but by the time I was there he was gone.
In my own damned foolishness I should have ran over and gone to his body and held on to get him beamed up with us. This was a mistake on my part and I take full responsibility for the loss of the suspect. Sadly we couldn't keep track of the three suspects and therefore I lost them all. This log is my statement and my submission that under my own error I didn't manage to get us one of the suspects to be able to interrogate about them.
The mission involved in one casualty at the time of this report I am unaware of the status of Mr Blase.
We have been called back to Earth where if I have time I might visit my Mother sadly my Father is on assignment so I won't be able to see him unless he has managed to get home. Amanda Hope and Captain Mark Hope some of the nicest people I have ever met, taking an orphan slave into their care is something I wouldn't expect anyone to do, especially when they are as green as me and don't have anything else and I wasn't that nice to them at the start I thought they were slavers who were going to try and take me away and were just being kind to get me to drop my guard. Luckily I was wrong and I was looked after by some lovely people, my brother was always intrigued by the fact I was green but he was nice enough. He is only 17 so when they took me in when I was 17 he was only 10 year old. Bless he was a bit scarred of the green girl but he warmed up to me as I warmed up to him. I couldn't expect him to like me straight away because I didn't like him straight away. I just hope that he never does anything stupid and gets himself into harms way. He has always been good at science and was always keen to learn about the universe I do hope he joins Starfleet and becomes a researcher as he has always been a bright kid.
The one thing I am always hoping for is that my past never catches up with me, I have done as much as I can to keep secretive and cover up as much of my past as I possibly can so that no-one looks at me and thinks I am some strange creature but that I am Migonna and that is all I want them to think about me. My past is hidden for many reasons both because I don't like to think about it and secondly because I can't bear for my friends and my family to learn about it as it was never the nicest thing I had to do. The one upside is that I have certain skills that are beneficial but only in certain situations the skills are not something that I really like using and I hope I never have to in my life.
My birthday is next week on Stardate: 11911.14 I will as usual have a small cupcake in my quarters with a small candle as I always do as I don't like to do big celebrations as I never had them before, I always used to celebrate with whatever scraps of food I had left over and made myself a small feast while on the slave ship.
The crew are lovely and welcoming and I couldn't ask for better people to work with, as I have now found my home, where I belong and hope to remain for many many years to come.
This is Lieutenant Tallush signing off.
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Post by Chris H on Feb 7, 2020 10:05:11 GMT
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Post by Chris H on Feb 21, 2020 13:56:39 GMT
Stardate: 12002.21
Navigational/Local Area Report
Lieutenant Migonna Tallush report on the current flight experience and local area.
The ship is currently traversing through an area of space known as the Briar Patch, this is a nebula region of space that in the centre is a planet known as Ba'ku which is in Sector 441 this planet is inhabited by a humanoid species known as the Ba'ku. This was visited by the USS Enterprise-E in 2375, a group of people that were later revealed to be Ba'ku who had been exiled from the planet, called the Son'a. They collaborated with the late Vice Admiral Matthew Dougherty, to cut a long story short. The crew of the USS Enterprise-E foiled their plans that were to get revenge on the Ba'ku people and saved the people of the village. Now, we are here and are here to assist in the transport of the refugees by any means necessary.
The local area is dangerous to say the least, the Briar Patch contains the following stars: SNC 461206 and UFC 8177. In the surrounding area of the Briar Patch are stars: SNR 093120, UFC 9364, NGC 2812 and QSR 390021 these are located in Sector 441 in the same location as the Briar Patch but not inside it. This area is packed with dangerous space matter which include, supernova remnants, false vacuum fluctuations and metaphasic radiation. Just to enter this zone I have to be at one-third impulse power to avoid overheating the impulse manifolds. I made some alterations to the engine configurations before we dropped out so we could fly in here without too much trouble but I would have prefered to be in a ship that was tailor made for this environment, as ships entering this region preferably are specially fitted for it, so I had to make do with the alterations I could make with the help of engineering. I also can't promise that the inertial dampeners will compensate for any turbulence caused by this area of space.
I will keep you updated.
Lieutenant Migonna Tallush signing off.
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Post by Chris H on Jul 2, 2020 18:58:58 GMT
Stardate: 12006.18
The engineering troubles
As the others dispersed throughout the ship, Tallush took in her new workroom. “Well, then Ens…." she stopped herself as she turned to Illin, "I need to stop doing that.”
Illin rolled his eyes as he looked up at the old, vibrating warp reactor, examining it carefully. "Please, ma'am. It's Jonas if it makes things easier." he said as he reached up and pried a cover off of the reactor.
“Of course, Jonas. You can call me Migonna or Tallush. So… old engine. Did you have time to read the specs?”
"Enough to get an idea of what we're dealing with." He poked his head inside the exposed panel and reached into his jacket, pulling out a tricorder. A second later Tallush saw Illin's body lift up and crawl into the inner workings of the reactor. "I've brought some things with us that should help upgrade the engines a bit," he calls out through the plating, "But before we do that we need to do some general maintenance on this thing. We're not exactly dealing with Starfleet spec here."
“Truer words were never spoken. I used to fix reactors and warp conduits in worse shape than this," she said as she pulled a cloth rag from her pocket, “Jonas, pop your head out for a second, please. I have something for you.”
There was a sigh and a sound of some shuffling inside the conduit before Illin's head appeared from the panel, already smeared with black grease and with a questioning look on his face.
Tallush let out a bellowing laugh. “You most definitely need this,” She said, tossing him a cloth, “I needed them when crawling inside the warp conduits and reactors so here you go. I’m going to go inspect the amount of fuel we have. Let’s see if we can get this baby going a bit faster. I want to see if we can beat Warp 6.” She wandered over to a computer with a stock manifest displayed and began running some math through her head. There was no point getting the engines up to max speed if they'd burn through their reserve of anti-matter before getting to their destination.
Meanwhile Illin quickly wiped off his face and disappeared back into the conduit. "6.5 is more than doable… Might be able to get a bit more out of her. I'm mainly concerned over how good the main deflector is… Can you throw me up a descaler? Think I saw a type 4 somewhere around the main status display."
Tallush searched idly around the workspace for a moment, sorting through the tools in front of her. “Yeah the deflectors on these old ships either work or are completely busted...Here you go.” She said, chucking the correct tool up to the conduit, “We need to make sure that this reactor can handle actually going to warp one first. After this, shields and weapons are our next job.”
"One step at a time, Migonna," Jonas said, the humming of the resonating descaler following his voice. Unlike Tallush, the Ensign didn't seem to have any trouble dropping ranks. Oddly, he seemed far more at ease on the old transport than he did back on the Chiron.
Tallush wasn’t as comfortable as Illin. The last time she was on a freighter was the time she was rescued by Starfleet. “Indeed. We look to have enough fuel, especially with the amount we are bringing over with us. That should be in the cargo hold shortly. I requested some equipment before we left. Luckily the Admiral let us take whatever we needed from the Chiron without questions being raised,” she said.
"Lucky us."
The hum of the descaler continued for a few more minutes as Illin cleaned up the conduit. Scrubbing the various particulates and ionic residue that accumulates from normal warp drive use which disrupted the outflowing EPS grid. By the time it was done the on-board lighting was that little bit brighter and the computer seemed just a little bit faster, but it would have taken an engineer to really tell the difference.
"That's one down…" Illin said, his voice sounding far deeper inside the conduit than before. There was a telltale sound as his body shifted around and started to head back out of the conduit again, then as he approached the hatch there was a sudden electrical hiss from just inside. Tallush heard Illin yelp in pain and a flurry of sparks leapt from the hatch.
Tallush runs over towards the conduit, "Jonas!!" She says shutting down the power to that conduit at the local panel. "Jonas are you alright? Oh please may the fates be kind." She says now approaching the conduit entrance and shining a light down it. "Jonas?"
"Ok, make a mental note," he replied through gritted teeth after a moment, "Whoever had this ship before us made a point to super-charge the EPS grid and didn't do a great job of colour-coding the power circuits."
He muttered a series of curses and mumbled something about the previous engineer's lack of IQ as he climbed back out of the hatch. Tallush noticed immediately that his leather jacket, now filthy from the conduit along with the rest of him, had an obvious tear in the upper arm and a painful looking burn on the flesh underneath. Illin reached inside a pocket and produced a dermal regenerator which he absent mindedly ran over the burn as he looked up and peered back inside the conduit, cleaning his neck to inspect the damage of where the explosion occurred.
"I don't think there was any real damage. Just a blown plasma regulator. I'll replace it in a while."
Without skipping a beat he returned the regenerator back to his jacket and moved to the other conduit on the opposite side of the reactor, once again prying open the access hatch and taking a good look inside.
Tallush figured that his Betazoid senses could probably tell what she was thinking because he didn't even look at her as he reached inside the hatch and began to pull himself up and inside the new conduit.
"Don't worry, I'm fine. I've had a lot worse."
“Sure your fine but my heart won’t be if you keep doing that.” She says walking over to the conduit. “Want me to shut down this conduit so you don’t shock yourself again?” She walks around monitoring the systems, “Just….. Don’t hurt yourself, believe it or not, I may or may not care about you.” She says tempted to throw a PADD at him to teach him some sense.
He was a step away from laughing until he got a sense of her emotions leading him to feel suddenly quite awkward. "Uhm… Yeah if you could shut down the conduit that'd be great…"
"Grown some sense then," she said, shutting down the conduit, "You're all clear, just don't break anything more than it already is." She says laughing and getting on with the inventory.
It took Illin about fifteen minutes to scrub the other conduit, followed by another ten for Illin to replace the blown plasma regulator. By the time he was done his leathers looked closer to black than the tan and brown that they started with, with stains of mottled green slime thrown in for good measure. 20th Century humans might have considered him a "Grease Monkey", but even in the 24th Century it wasn't uncommon for engineers to get their hands dirty, especially on ships that didn't have the ever-reliable sterile equipment that Starfleet had access to. Nevertheless it was still a good first step in the upgrades they wanted to make. Illin now had a firm grasp in his head of what condition the reactor was in and what he and Tallush could realistically achieve. He continued working for another half an hour at the reactor's main power station, testing it out at different warp outputs, before he sat and took a quiet five minute break on a nearby crate and made out some circuit diagrams on a PADD, apparently doing a lot of the finer calculations needed in his head. Finally after a little while he got up and handed the PADD over to Tallush, a series of greasy, black fingerprints covering the device. "I've already got 5.8 out of her. Providing the main deflector checks out we're looking at 6.2 as is. With the upgrades we brought, plus an EVA out onto the nacelles, I can get us up to 6.7 no problem."
She laughs, “You do fast work Jonas. I have just finished the inventory. We have enough fuel to make the trip out there and back about five times over, provided we don’t get detoured on the way again.” She examines Illin’s work, “We will have to clear with Raqiin if we can go outside. We don’t want them leaving without us. The deflector from what I can tell from the diagnostics checks out but we won’t know for sure until we actually go to warp and see if any of the bulkheads start flying off the walls.” She sits down on a crate next to Illin, and looks over the schematics of the defence systems. “Now on a Federation starship this idea might work but on this ship, it might not. Would we be able to use the kinetic effect from hits onto the ship like a phaser blast to the shields to bring more power to the weapons and possibly reinforce the shields? On a Federation starship we have navigational deflectors and those stop small kinetic objects like small asteroids or space dust and could tie them into the main shields to create a sort of kinetic siphon but on this ship would that be possible?” She says scratching her head a bit.
"Not a chance. We can boost the shields by about five percent but not much more." he said, looking over her shoulder at the diagram, "This thing just doesn't have combat orientated defences. The weapons we can give a little more punch by tying them straight into the warp core. But otherwise I would recommend that we upgrade the RCS thrusters and Impulse engines. I'd rather trust a good pilot to get us out of trouble."
"True. Lets see if we can give the impulse engines and the RCS thrusters a boost. Even a little more maneuverability than what we currently have would be a big improvement."
Illin nodded and grabbed a toolkit off of the floor. "Impulse reactors first then. The weapon power subsystems are right by there. We can upgrade sub-light and tie the particle cannons into them at the same time."
Tallush smiles at Illin, “Awesome idea. We will have to be careful and make sure we don’t cause any feedback."
Illin nodded with a returned smile and offered for Tallush to go first.
“Such a gentleman Jonas.” She laughs and begins to hum Don’t Stop Me Now as she heads over to the access hatch for the Impulse engine control room.
Accessing the Impulse engines was a much tighter proposition than the warp core. There was a small control room with barely enough room for two people that was adjacent to main engineering, with a console that regulated the thrust and power systems of the sub-light reactors. This then led to a crawl space that ran under main engineering and ended in a small access port for the fusion reactors. Along the way were various EPS feeds and power batteries that fed the rest of their ship. Just like like in a Starfleet vessel, the primary power was sourced from the warp core, with secondary coming from the fusion reactors that ran the Impulse engines and finally a series of batteries ran as a backup auxiliary power supply that could be recharged by the excess power from the primary systems. Unlike a Starfleet ship however, this transport ran it's weapons entirely off of auxiliary power, which was not all that substantial. The idea here was to reroute power to the weapons from the batteries to a direct line to the Impulse reactors. This was common practice in Federation vessels, with phasers usually supplied by both fusion reactors and the warp core, but then again, Federation ships had dozens of safety features to ensure this was done in such a way that firing weapons didn't recoil and damage the ship. In this case though, Illin figured they could cross that bridge when they came to it. The first thing to do was to simply replace some of the aging parts of the fusion reactors to boost their power output.
It was hot work and not much room between them. The crawl space was not much bigger than a Jeffries tube and while the space opened up to a wider walkway at the reactor access space, there still was not enough room to stand up. Still, at least it was cleaner than the plasma conduits he'd cleaned earlier.
The reactors themselves were in good shape, but over the years many of the relays and output regulators had degraded, limiting its efficiency significantly. It was tough work to yank out bad parts that had often fused to their housings and then adapting fresh ones to replace them. Illin had counted at least a dozen places where parts needed replacing and another couple of dozen where heavy maintenance was needed. After four hours, the pair were in desperate need of a break.
"I may have underestimated the scale of the job here," Illin said with a huff as he yanked out a stuck relay from its casing, leaving his hands to sting from the exertion. "The Warp drive was in relatively good shape. Why the hell is sub-light so shite?"
Working on a few relays by her, “It is typical on ships like this. The warp drive is always looked after so well because that is what gets them from place to place or at least the nearest space station or planet. The impulse just gets them that range further but with ships like this they don’t always need fast sub-light speeds because in a chase with pirates or …… slavers …..” She pauses trying not to remember her past too much, “It is warp drive that gets them away faster. If they can get to a friendly space station or an asteroid belt or just somewhere to hide then impulse is just a means to get there but if they are a few minutes in front of them at warp it can mean a big difference.”
She says fixing a new part into the side of the crawlspace. “Just remember we don’t want this all rigged up so then when we fire up the impulse engines or the warp drive or fire the weapons we blow either of the three.”
Illin shuffled back towards the EPS relays and isolated one leading to weapons control, pulling it with him back towards the Impulse reactor. "Well… If I rig this up wrong we won't be here long enough to have a conversation about it." He grabbed the cable and slotted into a port on the reactor and placed his hand on the release valve above it. "It should work…"
“You are a ray of confidence Jonas you know that right?” She says as she backs away a tiny bit further into the crawlspace. “You may risk our lives when ready.” She watches but ready to pull Jonas out if things go south.
He takes in a sharp breath and quickly activates the valve. There was a snap of power and a small shower of sparks where the connectors met, but after holding moment later Illin breathed out a sigh of relief. "See. Not dead… Now onto the next thing that might kill us…" he said, making his way towards the shield grid.
“I’m going to say this now. You owe me a drink or two.” She says finishing up. “Just please don’t blow us up before we leave this space.” She pulls a small PADD out of one of her many pockets in her suit and punches in updates on a report.
"I'll give it a fair try," he said dryly, without looking up from his work.
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Post by Chris H on Apr 2, 2021 22:37:33 GMT
Stardate: 12102.25
Joint Log: "The Night Out"
Staring:
Myself and Tallush Pezz as Hamlet & Thomasz Shawna as Raqiin
Tallush, wearing her red dress that hugs her body that covers her arms and goes up to her shoulders but has a low neck, wearing red heels, that have a small heel to them as not to be obscenely tall and has a red purse with 30 strips of latinum in it just in case they need it, heads towards the transporter room and gets a few glances from crewmates while she makes her way there.
Raqiin, meanwhile, fusses and frets. Fun and flirty, she can do that, she’s done it plenty of times. Why does the suggestion seem kind of stressful now? Clearly a sign she needs the break, even for just an evening. She ignores, or tries to, the worry and sorts through a few clothes, brushes out her hair, and most of all, breathes. Right. Good. Fun with friends. Friends and a teenager who’ll probably be in way over his head. No big deal.
Right? Right. She considers for a quick moment...but no, Oleg doesn’t need to know anything, nor needs an invite. Raqiin straightens her outfit and makes her way to the transporter.
Hamlet leant up against the wall next to the transporter pad whilst he waited for the girls, sporting his fairly plain white and black pin-striped shirt and a long black kilt, complete with sporran, and a matching tammie on his head. He chuckled to himself as he watched his eldest son pace back and forth, around and around, and in figures of eight, and even clover loops; crossing around the transporter chief.
Thomasz was dressed up more normally than his father, with a red and black pin-striped shirt and black tie, with actual trousers, which he tugged at uncomfortably. “So da’...?” He croaked.
“Yes, lad?” Hamlet replied spritely.
“Is uh… is uh… Raqi… Commander shHruvrek… umm… is she as nice as she looks?” He stopped dead on the spot and looked to his father.
“I don’t even know how to answer that question, son.” He shook his head. “Jus’ be’ave yerself, take yer licks… and aye…. Look at me…” He gestured for his son to look him in the eyes. “I do not mean that literally! There will be no licking, they will not get that drunk… and yer mother will kill me if yoo get drunk enough to start lickin’ things… Or people!”
Thomasz went red; particularly in his head ridges, with his pointed ears popping out from under his long black hair, like a startled deer. “Sh’ fuck up, Da’! Jeesus!” He went quiet for the rest of the time they were waiting for the others, with Hamlet smirking at him in the corner.
Tallush rounds the corner to the corridor the transporter room is and stops just short of the door to make sure her dress is all nice and straight, just incase there was anyone in the transporter room, she walks up to the door and looks around the room, "Lieutenant Hamlet, hello and who is this?" She says looking at Hamlet's son.
Raqiin, still finger-combing her hair a bit, eventually shows up and comes to a stop when she realizes there’s at least one more person than she thought--and then shakes her head. Right, the son coming along, she’d...distracted herself. “Hi. We all ready to get going?” She pats a pants pocket. “I’ll let you know if I have to slip away for a call.” Because, still concerned something’s going to Happen. Have to be prepared.
“Hello girls, yer both lookin’ very lovely.” Hamlet gave a cordial nod, standing up straight again. “This is m’eldest lad, and m’eldest one in general; Thomasz.” The lumbering Klingon lurched forward and clasped the tip of his son’s ear, pulling him close, so he could show him off; much to the boy’s obstinations.
He put his arm around Thomasz, giving his shoulder a slap, as he grinned at the pair. “Is he no’ the spittin’ image of his ol’ man? Say hello to the ladies. You know the Commander… and this is Lieutenant Tallush.”
Thomasz trembled in a mixture of embarrassment, anger, fear and nausea. His teenage mind boggled and stuttered as his eyes wandered between the two, looking them both up and down multiple times; pausing at the obvious times, fervently avoiding eye contact, before finally trapping himself in Raqiin’s eyes.
“Uuuuuhhh…” He croaked, clearing his throat a number of times, before taking a deep breath. “Hi… Commander.” He blushed again, before turning to Tallush. “And it’s a uh, pleasure to meet you… Lieutenant.” He gulped, only knowing the stories of Orion women.
"Thank you Lieutenant," She turns to Thomasz, "Nice to meet you Thomasz. Your both looking very nice as well. How are you Thomasz? I don't believe we have met before." She says smiling at them both.
“Hey kiddo, glad you figured out where my eyes are.” Raqiin smiles as she says it, with a little motion up to her face. Of course she’s going to rib the kid. He’s a kid. What else is he going to do with him? “I’d say you have to tell us all kinds of embarrassing stories about your dad,” she adds, stepping up onto the transporter pad, “but I don’t think you could come up with anything more embarrassing than how he acts on duty as it is.”
Thomasz visibly winced as he heard the word kiddo come out of Raqiin’s mouth, gasping for a second, as if he had been punched in the gut. “Kiddo, ouch? Am no’ five. I’ll be applying for th’academy next year.”
Hamlet gave him a slight nudge in the side, forcing him to break eye contact with Raqiin. “But, y’know… he’s a dad. I’nt they all embarrassin’ lyk?” His averted eye eventually fell back to Tallush. “Am… uh… I’m okay… kinda wasni expectin’ this…”
Hamlet turned to the transporter, turning Thomasz with him; giving him a gentle pat on the cheek as he stepped up onto the pad, to shock the boy into picking his jaw back up off of the floor. “So, where we headed, girls? Raqiin?” The old Klingon grinned at her.
“So… uhhh…” The boy, who was still a clear foot taller than Raqiin or Tallush, stammered again. “How are you Lieutenant? Commander?”
Tallush stepped up to the transporter pad, “I don’t think either of us expected this today, just a random decision we had on the bridge, I’m just glad to be off that planet. I believe Raqiin has a choice of where we go. I for some reason trust her with this.” As she talks and moves to a spot on the pad her heels make a tiny bit of noise.
Raqiin holds up her hands. “I can’t say I’ve ever actually been here before, I’m just saying I’ve heard of a few places. We’ll just have to test out for ourselves if there’s any truth to it. Hm, wonder if we should’ve invited…”
But she trails off and shakes her head, giving a motion to the transporter operator. “We’re good to go.”
And with a shimmer of light, the gang departs the ship. And shimmers back into existence on a moderately busy sidewalk. Raqiin takes a look around and motions to follow her. “Buddy of mine swears by this dive bar, and if it’s not our scene, we’ve got other places to try.”
“Should be good. Let's get started.” Tallush says walking behind Raqiin.
Like a lovelorn puppy, Thomasz hung off of Raqiin’s every word, following along behind her, even before his father’s direction. “Cool cool…” He mumbled quietly.
Hamlet shook his head as he paused to watch the group walk ahead of him a moment; his mind drew a Starfleet uniform onto his son, making him realise just how much he’d grown up. He chuckled to himself, before slowly walking along to catch up, making it look like a stoic strut as his son turned to see him lagging behind.
“So, a dive bar, eh?” Thomasz asked awkwardly, yet still attempting to puff his chest out, to look all big in front of the girls. “Sounds like fun.”
“Just...don’t get in over your head.” Not looking to be any kind of designated anything except maybe bad influence. Raqiin shakes her head. “Orrrr it could be too late for that.”
Tallush walking behind Raqiin, chuckles, “Awww. You mean we can’t see what happens when we get a Scottish young drunk?”
“‘e said I c’n dr’nk!” Thomasz pointed accusingly at his father, shrugging to Tallush.
Hamlet eventually caught up with the group, right on cue to enter the conversation. “I’ny say you could drink. I said, dy’a wanna come fer a dr’nk, wit’ya ol’ man.”
“Dunni fuk with Da’! I kno’wha’chi bledy meant.” He glared at Hamlet, puffing up bigger, still having it in his mind that he has even sliver of a chance to impress the ladies.
“Shudni make assumptions, lad. Jumpin’ ta conclusions will get ye inta trouble.” Hamlet again lunged forward, wrapping his arm around his son’s shoulder, and fussing his hair up with a noogie. “Inni adorable?”
“Get orf, whuddya... Prick! Lemme goooo!” Thomasz flailed his hands up, wrestling himself free. “Why ya gotta be so friggin’ embarrassin’?”
“Well…” Hamlet looked to Raqiin. “Ya heard him… I’m jus’ too embarrssin’, seems.” He slumped his head down, looking sad and dejected… for only a moment, before his head raised up high with a supremely wide grin. “If it wasn’t totally blatant... He wants to bone the both of ya.”
There was a mixture of reactions on Thomasz’s face; his cheeks bulged, as he gagged on embarrassment, shock, and anger. “Ye bastard!” But by the time he turned to react, Hamlet was already gone; having double backed around him, and sprinted off ahead; cackling in Scottish. Now being left with Raqiin and Migonna, the boy’s eyes glazed over, his cheeks glowing, and his neck slowly retracting into his torso; now terrified by the women and how they will react. “I hate you dad…” He croaked to himself.
Well...well. “And to think,” starts Raqiin, staring off after Hamlet, “we thought we’d be the ones to embarrass you.” Pretty sure she’s glad none of her parents were ever quite so...so.
“For what it’s worth,” she adds, looking a little owlishly at Thomasz, “it’s definitely, totally, very much blatant. And I am so sorry he’s your dad. But also, being on this side of things, it’s hilarious. And mortifying. Mortifyingly hilarious.”
“No’ gonna lie…” He started with a whimper. “I feel like I’ve died a little inside… and I am a slightly afraid, because we’ve no’ even gott’n to th’bledy bar yet.” His lip quivered as he stared down at his feet.
Tallush walks next to Thomasz, “You have nothing to be ashamed of, just plan it right and get your own back and embarrass him.” She says smiling at the obviously embarrassed young man. “Parents have two duties in this universe, to embarrass their kids and look after them. I didn’t know my blood parents but I love to bits my adoptive parents, and they were just as embarrassing.” She cuckles, “If you want help planning on embarrassing him. You can count me in.”
“I’m not entirely sure Hamlet can be embarrassed.” Raqiin tapped a finger on her chin, then brightened. “Buuuut, I’m down for trying! So that’s how we’ll spend our time. Drinking and coming up with some way of making a grown Klingon with no sense of shame blush.”
Tallush looks at Thomasz to see his reaction, “What do you think Thomasz? Plan on ways to make your father blush?”
The young Klingon nodded emphatically. “Hell yeah, I wanna try! But… Commander’s prolly right though. How do you embarrass someone like ‘im? Only man I know who could, is th’ Ol’ Timer.” Thomasz looked to Raqiin. “You’v met ‘im rite?”
“But ‘e cheats.” Thomasz leant closer to the Aenar. “C’n yoo cheat, maybe? How powerful are ya? Me n ma bro never developed powers like our sisters or our Ma, so… we’ve never been able to use that against ‘im.”
“That would be intriguing. Cheating would definitely help us.” Tallush says smiling and waiting to see what Raqin’s response is.
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Post by Chris H on Nov 8, 2021 15:07:14 GMT
Stardate 12104.08
Joint Log with Annie as Lt Cmdr Brandon Morris
Dinner Date?
Brandon moved along the corridor with long strides, a box tucked under one arm. His hazel eyes seeking out the numbers of each room he passed in search of his destination. Finally he stopped and pressed the bell, tucking his hand back into his slacks pocket as he listened to the musical chime trill inside the room to alert its occupant of the visitor at the door.
Tallush, hearing the chime suddenly realising she is still only wearing her bra on her top half, quickly dashes to the wardrobe and throws on her favourite comfy plunge top t-shirt and walks out of her bedroom, "Come in." She shouts to allow her visitor in.
Stepping inside, he glanced around the room to take in the decor. As he set the box he carried down, his gaze fell on a little ceramic figurine of a clown sitting on the table and he chuckled. He picked it up and turned it over in his hand, calling to her “I can’t believe you still have this. It’s got to be the ugliest thing I’ve ever seen!” He tossed it lightly from hand to hand as he waited for her to be ready. Fumbling, he nearly dropped it, but managed to catch it before it hit the floor. Exhaling in relief that he hadn’t broken it, he set it back down on the table and stuffed his hands in his pockets so he didn’t risk damaging anything else.
Tallush walking out to the main room, "Yes it might be a bit ugly but I kept it because, it reminds me of the time we were at that market and you almost broke it then with your fumbling and the look on your face when I caught it was priceless so I had to get it." She says thinking back which brings a huge smile to her face.
Brandon flushed furiously and raked his fingers through his hair, “You would hold on to something to remember how I embarrassed myself.” He rocked on his heels for a second, uncertain of what to say for the first time in his life. Then he finally slapped his hands against his legs, declaring a bit too loudly, “So, up for some dinner then, or what?”
Tallush smiles, "That sounds perfect. Anywhere in particular you would like to go, mess Hall, officers mess, holodeck, or would you like to stay in?" She says, letting Brandon pick the destination.
He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly as he considered the question, “Uhh, I dunno. Holodecks are nice, but I like the real deal personally. Something nice about hearing the hum of quiet conversations of people around you, just living their lives. Don’t you guys have some kind of lounge or something less… work like?”
She smiles, “Yes, we have a lounge, it would be perfect as well, you get a lovely view of the stars there as well from the back of the ship. Should I change or am I good like this?” She says giving him a twirl.
Brandon’s gaze slid easily over her form before snapping back up to her face, responding with surprising tenderness, “You’re always good, Migonna.” Then just as quickly, it passed and he cleared his throat a bit. “So, should we uh—“ he motioned to the door.
She smiles, “Of course.” She says as she walks towards the door. “Oh one more thing.”
He looked at her curiously, wondering what one more thing she could be talking about, “what’s that?”
She continues to smile, “My eyes are up here.” She says chuckling as she leads them out of her quarters.
His cheeks flamed in embarrassment at her comment. Brandon took a deep breath and followed her out into the corridor. ”Remember, this is Migonna. You’ve been friends for ages. Don’t act weird,” he internally tried to talk himself down.
He jogged a couple steps to catch up with her and feigned being unfazed, teasing like an old friend would, “Come on Mig, you can’t expect to wear an outfit like that and not get noticed. You look gorgeous!” As if to prove his point, a young ensign in a security uniform nearly snapped his neck looking at her as they passed. “See?!” Brandon grinned triumphantly at being proven right.
“OH come on, who would do that when they see a gorgeous Orion woman as she passes in the corridor, especially dressed like this.” She says smiling, as she leads them to their destination. “How is your work at SFI going?”
Brandon shrugged a bit as he scanned the lounge for a free table to sit at. “It’s been complicated since the war with the True Federation. My last field mission before this didn’t go so well. I’m surprised they assigned me to this one actually. I think if it hadn’t been Tessa bringing us the information, I might not have got it. But since I’ve worked with her and her people before, she was pretty insistent on working with me again.” As he spoke he led the way, weaving between tables over to an empty one right next to the viewport with an amazing panoramic view of the space around them. He pulled her chair out for her, waiting for her to take a seat.
Sits down, “Always the Gentleman.” She smiles, “So, she asked to work with you then?” She says probing a bit more, though it does have a slight jealous tone to it. As she watches him go to his seat opposite her.
Too nervous to notice her tone, he circled the table and sat down across from her. “Well, kind of, yeah. She was part of a crew that used to get slaves out of a particular trafficking ring. It was kind of a specific thing. The Captain of the ship she worked on was our asset. I was actually working with him on the last mission I was talking about. We think maybe Section 31 traded information on him and his crew in exchange for something. He was killed and we lost our way into that slaver operation. She took it pretty hard, they all did really. This is the first time she has worked with us since then.” He looked around the room for a waiter, “should we order something? I’m starving.”
“I thought you would never ask,” She looks out the window for a second and then looks back, “So, are you telling me this could get us involved with Section 31 or are we just after these people who think that other people are theirs?” Wanting to get a bit more information, but also enjoying talking to him.
“Nah, this was before the war, when Section 31 hadn;t exposed themselves quite so much. Now that they’ve seceded and formed their own government, slaver rings aren’t so useful. But the people who want to escape have to get out from behind TF lines somehow. The lucky ones find honest transport crews who ferry them out, and the unlucky ones end up sold into these slaver rings. I doubt this is something the True Federation is behind, just a bunch of lowlifes that take advantage of refugees.”
“Or young kids who don’t know any better. Though, it is good that we are doing work like this to catch them.” She smiles, “So, let's move to better topics, what do you want to eat?” She says wanting to move to nicer, more charming topics.
For a second, as he looked at her, instead of seeing the young woman she was now, he saw the girl they freed back then. Still just a teenager, timid from years of being treated as nothing more than property. He was barely more than a kid himself when he had been part of the team there that day, his first assignment out of the Academy. It had been rough and it had taken its toll on her. But even then he had seen she was something special. He could understand why she might not want to talk about slavers anymore though. A waiter approached the table to get their order and he glanced at the menu briefly, “I’ll take a sirloin steak, medium rare, with grilled zucchini and mashed potatoes. And can we get some Pinot Noir as well?” The waiter nodded and looked at Tallush, “And for you mademoiselle?”
Having known what the menu was for today she picked off one of her favourites, “I will have the Filet Mignon Medium Rare with Bearnaise Sauce, roast potatoes and green beans.” She smiles at the waiter and looks back at Brandon, “Nice touch with the Pinot Noir.”
“I aim to please,” he joked. “Wait until you see what I’m going to order for us for dessert.” Brandon gave her a playful wink.
“OH? Holding back on the details, are you trying to leave me in anticipation?” She says putting her hands together and her face on top of them. “Teaser.”
“Hey, you have to let a guy have some surprises every now and then. Otherwise, how are we supposed to show you a good time? It’s not easy planning a date, you know.” As soon as he said it, he wished he could rewind the moment. They hadn’t said this was a date. Was this a date? Oh god, what if he just messed everything up? He looked quickly out the viewport, pretending to take in the view as if he hadn’t just said that.
She smiles, realising how nervous he is, “Now, you said you need your surprises, I saw you just gave me a surprise, which means I now owe you one,” She says leaning over to him to give him a kiss on the cheek.
He blushed once more and smiled at her almost bashfully. He wasn’t usually so shy, or so tongue-tied. He had dated plenty, even if he hadn’t found the right person, but Migonna was different. He cared about her and there was more at stake if he messed it up. Somehow he was that young cadet just out of the Academy again. If he wasn’t floating on cloud nine from her kiss, he might have thought how silly he was behaving. “I’m really glad I’m here, with you.”
“Glad we can agree on that,” Noticing him blushing she goes a darker shade of green from her normal green, “Took us long enough to get here though, I suppose we have done a lot and seen a lot together so it was time to finally do something about it.”
He reached out and rested his hand on hers, unsure of what to say at the moment, but feeling happier than he had in a while. And for once this was one mission he hoped took a long time to complete.
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Post by Chris H on Jul 9, 2022 0:19:42 GMT
Stardate: 12207.08 Annie as Brandon
Tallush Calls SFI
Tallush tells Terell that she has the conn and that when the call gets answered to send it through to the ready room, as she herself heads into the ready room and pull up the information on the terminal in there, while she waits for the call to come in and decides to get a cup of coffee from the replicator, which just feels right in the ready room of an Intrepid Class starship and sits back down.
A pleasant chime rings from the console on the Captain’s desk to indicate the call she was waiting for had come through.
She answers the call and waits for whatever face greets her, hoping it is Brandon’s straight away but knows it could be someone else.
“Mig,” Brandon smiled, but there was a hint of worry in his eyes as he greeted her. “I happened to be here in the office and I saw there was a communication coming through from your ship. I didn’t expect to see you though…is everything ok?”
“Sort of,” She says with a weary smile, “Raqiin has been arrested on Keto-Enol, on suspicion of being a True Federation spy, we have a TF vessel on its way here to which we apparently called.” She says letting that bomb drop.
“What?!” The hint of worry grew into full blown concern at the thought of her being in the path of an incoming Teffie ship. “Have they diverted any other ships to help? And what can I do to help?”
She smiles at him, being all worried, “They have, Admiral King is dispatching two ships to give us backup and some extra protection. Now, firstly you big softie don’t worry too much about me, I can take care of the old girl myself, I think I have crawled through every inch of this ship by now, familiarising myself with it. The reason I called you is I need some help, we have found the transmission that was buried in communications we sent to the planet when we arrived, so far, we have decrypted only a portion of it. We have got the words, Vitriola Bassoon and co-ordinates, that show the location of the planet and the main city, Keto-Prime.” As she describes their situation with decrypting the transmission she sends the data over to him.
Her assurance about her safety didn’t do a lot to assuage his fears. He didn’t like being back on Earth when she was out there in danger, but he didn’t say anything else about it. Brandon listened to the scant details they had about the message so far. “Vitriola Bassoon? I don’t know anything about those words off the top of my head but if I were to hazard a guess it’s a code word or name. Both are music terms, so they’re probably connected in a way that can’t be disconnected so I’d bet it’s a codename for an asset maybe. You know, like first and last name or something of that nature. I can do some checks on it over here and see if they hit on any past missions or assets, but if it’s Teffie code, it’s probably not going to show up in Intelligence’s database. Section 31 is too secretive for that.”
She smiles, seeing his fabulous mind working, “Well, I know if it can be found, I’m sure you can find it. Any idea why they would be sending the particular coordinates for the main city down there? AND, why are they framing Raq for doing it.”
He shook his head a bit, unsure of what the exact answer might be, but he offered up some possibilities just the same. “The coordinates could mean it’s a hand off of something, or maybe someone is defecting. Or it could be that Keto-Enol is a problem spot, maybe they want them to attack there. I don’t really know. As for Raqiin, your guess is as good as mine. Might just be an easy target for some reason. You’re sure she’s being framed?”
For the first time, she questions it herself, “I mean, I want to believe that she is innocent, but she did beam down with the device in her pocket and I can’t think of how it would have got into her pocket before she beamed down. But, this message has some real tough encryption that honestly, I don’t know if Raq would be able to do or not but do we honestly think that she could be defecting over to the TF or be a spy for them.” She rubs her face, trying to properly think that would the Executive Officer, that she had just been in the market shopping with and who she trusted her life to, be a TF Defector or Spy?
He could see she was struggling with the puzzle, or maybe it was the possibility that someone she trusts might not be trustworthy after all. “Try to investigate it from all sides, don’t try to make it fit what you think the answer is going to be. The truth will come to light, don’t worry.”
She chuckles, “You can always manage to make me smile, well what would you say to opening that amazing brain of yours to help me try and decrypt this mess? I’m trying to see if there is a way we can make sense of any of this before that damn ship turns up OR before Raq is jailed.” Still trying a tiny bit to cling to the hope Raq is a good guy.
“Sure, send it along and I’ll work on it too. If I come up with anything useful, I’ll give you a call. But my experience has always been that the best people to work on decryption are linguists. People who are good with languages are often also good with codes.”
“And here I thought, that you would be amazing and solve it with the click of your fingers.” She smiles as she enjoys playing with him a little, “So, since when did you start worrying about me being in space? Or is it you want me where you can keep your protection over me?”
His brow knit slightly, concern edging back in as she mentioned him worrying over her. “I just don’t like the idea of an enemy ship headed towards you for god knows what reason. I hate to think of you being in battle while I’m stuck on Earth and can’t help if you need me.”
She smiles at his worry, “Hey, thanks to you and others, including Mum and Dad, I’m tough enough to look after myself, but mostly thanks to you. I can keep this old ship running to the point that it would beat anything thrown at it, especially with the team I have behind my back. How about this, I will come visit the next time we dock at Earth…. or if you come out our way, we could have dinner in the lounge or do something else?”
“Just come home safe, Mig. Promise me.”
“I promise, don’t worry.”
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