Captain Gaudemus Bail - Whichever Way The Wind Blows
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Karrod Niac
Nov 2, 2023, 1:17:01 AM11/2/23
to USS Ronin – StarBase 118 Star Trek PBEM RPG
((Control Center, Cargo Freighter S.S. Sabrina's Delight, Somewhere in the Sunjat System))
Bail: Well, I don't want it to be a bad clunk. We've had enough of those already. Go see to it, won't you?
As his first mate sulked his way towards the airlock with antenna pointing daggers back at him Gaudemus settled further into his cocoon of blankets and clothing. As the minutes stretched his mind wandered and he found himself thinking of the ships namesake, his third wife Sabrina and how much she'd enjoy seeing him at that moment. Not romantically of course, that brief time was long behind them. No, she'd delight in watching him huddle for warmth in a dying starship, a complete and utter failure. Exactly as she'd said all those years ago. For a moment he imagined her here with him, saw her emerald skin and cruel smile, and hear her shrieking at him once again.
Sm’uf: Captain, we’ve been boarded!
Confused and horrified in equal measure Bail's very stiff limbs jolted in shock and he tumbled gracelessly to the deck with a thud. Fumblingly his way free of the blankets he tried to throw his hands up in reflexive surrender but only managed to tangle himself up further.
Bail: Hail the Tholian Assembly! I love crystals! Nothing better than a hot crystal, that's what Gaudemus Bail always says!
Bail finally pushed back the blankets off his face far enough to see the bemused face of his first mate Sm'uf surrounded by several figures in very expensive looking EVA suits. Their helmet lights seared his eyes after hours in the prolonged darkness and he threw a hand to his face, wincing.
Sm’uf: It’s fine, they’re Starfleet. Here to help. I just wanted to see if you were still capable of moving.
Indignantly standing and arranging his layers of blankets as a king would adjust the hem of his coat Gaudemus came to his full and not entirely impressive height.
Bail: Ah, Starfleet, about time. I need to file an insurance claim with the Bank of Bolius as soon as possible, do you have a subspace transmitter with you, Admiral....?
Bail extended his hand vaguely in the direction of the be-suited figures, trying to guess who was in charge and if there was anything in the ship Starfleet would be interested in acquiring at a reasonable discount for...fire damage.
Raga: Commander Toryn Raga. USS Ronin. We came to see if we could offer assistance. Our runabout, the Kushino, has your ship in a tractor beam and has her shields extended.
Kel: ::looking to the tricorder than to Raga:: He's got significant hypothermia. ::whispering:: We need to act quickly or he's going to lose digits. We need to return to the Kushino.
Tucker: ::looking down at his padd, then to the commander::I’ve got an update on the Kushino shield integrity at eighty-seven percent, and the tractor beam is operating at ninety percent. It’s the gas giant's atmo that’s giving the tractor beam and shields a bit of a problem; it’s nothing to worry about (beat) yet. ::looking back down at his padd:: I’ll keep an eye on the decay rate.
Finally regaining some of his composure Gaudemus immediately turned on what he generously considered the charm.
Bail: Ah wonderful, towing services all the way out here in the Isles? Starfleet, always loved Starfleet didn't I Sm'uf! Such snappy uniforms and...uh...greyish ships! Always around when you need them, that's what I always say.
Raga: I’ve brought both an engineer and a doctor with me. ::He gestured to each, respectively:: Your first mate told us how bad the ship is. With your permission, I’d like my people to get her patched up as best we can while you answer some questions, if you don’t mind?
Kel: ::turning back to Raga:: Sir, with all due respect. We can't stay here, these people need the Kushino's resources.
Tucker: ::he put his padd back on the hip of his EV suit, he clasped and rubbed his hands together:: Alright, someone want to show me to the engine room of this bucket?:: he smiled:: We got work to do
Kel: Drink this. ::handing the Captain a small glass of brown liquid:: Saurian Brandy.
Bail did what he could to maintain his composure but he almost couldn't believe his good fortune. A Starfleet Engineering team patching up his ship free of charge? That alone made nearly freezing to death entirely worthwhile. He seized the small flask a raised it in a merry toast.
Bail: To the Federation!
He took a hearty draught and expected the sweet sting of brandy but gagged instead on something so hot and sweet he thought one of his lungs might burst. He handed the flask back with a quick, pained smile as he fought off a racking cough.
Kel: I'm kidding it's just plain old hot chocolate. It will help warm you up. ::looking up at the Andorian:: You too.
Kenmore: It helps the medicine go down. :: He joked, trying to take the human's mind off his current situation.
Raga: Response
Finally able to breath somewhat regularly Bail glanced around as the very professional looking Starfleet people began scanning and digging out tools, poking away at inert consoles and looking for access panels.
Sm’uf: Response
Kel: Come on, bottoms up. You might be Andorian, but you've been through a scrape. Have some. And let me give you some tri-ox, help get the circulation moving.
Even without getting a shot Bail was already feeling much better about the days prospects and began pacing around, gathering any heat back into himself that he could. oO Still, no sense in turning down free medical care. Oo
Bail: I'll have one of those as well, Doctor. Actually, make mine a double...you know...::he coughed feebly::...dreadful what this thin atmosphere has done. Curse those Tholians...never liked a Tholian. Hot crystal spiders? Pfah!
Having no spittle to spew his display of faux-bravado was significantly less impressive than he expected.
Sm'uf/Raga/Tucker: Response
He moved back over to the Captain and again knelt down next to the man.
Kel: I'm going to give you an analgesic, to help with the pain. Do try to answer Mr. Raga's questions as best you can. Once we're underway I'll find you a nice warm bed.
Nodding as if the man had said the most obvious thing in the world he jutted out an arm towards the hypo.
Bail: Of course, of course, open book I am, everyone says it, Gaudemus Bail, you can ask him anything, don't they say that Sm'uf?! Of course they do!
Sm'uf/Raga/Tucker: Response
Kel: Commander, what's going on out there? Those sparks?
Kenmore: Sparks? :: He asked quizzively, having a look outside to see what was going on.
Bail: Oh that's nothing I'm sure, a classic ship like this just has some character! I'm sure my first mate would've told me if anything truly important was amiss.
Sm'uf/Raga/Kenmore/Tucker: Response
Kel: Could the ionization be affecting our shields?
Kenmore: Maybe?... or those sparks is something cutting into the hull?
Bail felt his chest tightening involuntarily as he glanced towards the compartment ceiling. He laughed nervously as he started making his way towards the compartment exit. Having spent years in ships where maintenance was rare and hard use was the norm he'd come to recognize the sounds of impending doom with a keen ear.
Bail: Uh, Admirals and gentlemen, this is all very interesting but maybe we should make our way to your ship, I'm just so...uh...traumatized! Yes, terribly traumatized by our ordeal, I am. So why don't we...just...get going...quickly....
Sm'uf/Raga/Kel/Tucker: Response
Bail made it two steps into the passageway before a torturous groan ran through the ships hull. He had just enough time for his eyes to widen before some mangled conduit ruptured in the wall and began spewing chill white gas into the air. Pipes collapsed from the ceiling and the deck buckled, throwing him backwards and further towards the airlock but creating a barrier between him and his would-be rescuers. He tried to shout over the din as he clawed his way back to his feet.
Bail: I'll raise a drink to each of your memories! Thanks and tough luck you know...but no sense in all of us dying here...
Sm'uf/Raga/Kel/Tucker: Response
Bail: Well that's no way to talk to your Captain, Mr. Sm'uf! And I don't really see that there's anything I can do from here, Commander. But I'm sure I could go...get more help! Yes of course, let Gaudemus Bail you out! I'll just go to your ship then...I'm sure something will present itself!
Glancing down the passage way he could feel his feet moving of their own volition towards escape and safety.
Sm'uf/Raga/Kel/Tucker: Response
Tags/TBC
==============================
Gaudemus Bail
Owner & Operator
S.S. Sabrina's Delight
V239509GT0
Bail: Well, I don't want it to be a bad clunk. We've had enough of those already. Go see to it, won't you?
As his first mate sulked his way towards the airlock with antenna pointing daggers back at him Gaudemus settled further into his cocoon of blankets and clothing. As the minutes stretched his mind wandered and he found himself thinking of the ships namesake, his third wife Sabrina and how much she'd enjoy seeing him at that moment. Not romantically of course, that brief time was long behind them. No, she'd delight in watching him huddle for warmth in a dying starship, a complete and utter failure. Exactly as she'd said all those years ago. For a moment he imagined her here with him, saw her emerald skin and cruel smile, and hear her shrieking at him once again.
Sm’uf: Captain, we’ve been boarded!
Confused and horrified in equal measure Bail's very stiff limbs jolted in shock and he tumbled gracelessly to the deck with a thud. Fumblingly his way free of the blankets he tried to throw his hands up in reflexive surrender but only managed to tangle himself up further.
Bail: Hail the Tholian Assembly! I love crystals! Nothing better than a hot crystal, that's what Gaudemus Bail always says!
Bail finally pushed back the blankets off his face far enough to see the bemused face of his first mate Sm'uf surrounded by several figures in very expensive looking EVA suits. Their helmet lights seared his eyes after hours in the prolonged darkness and he threw a hand to his face, wincing.
Sm’uf: It’s fine, they’re Starfleet. Here to help. I just wanted to see if you were still capable of moving.
Indignantly standing and arranging his layers of blankets as a king would adjust the hem of his coat Gaudemus came to his full and not entirely impressive height.
Bail: Ah, Starfleet, about time. I need to file an insurance claim with the Bank of Bolius as soon as possible, do you have a subspace transmitter with you, Admiral....?
Bail extended his hand vaguely in the direction of the be-suited figures, trying to guess who was in charge and if there was anything in the ship Starfleet would be interested in acquiring at a reasonable discount for...fire damage.
Raga: Commander Toryn Raga. USS Ronin. We came to see if we could offer assistance. Our runabout, the Kushino, has your ship in a tractor beam and has her shields extended.
Kel: ::looking to the tricorder than to Raga:: He's got significant hypothermia. ::whispering:: We need to act quickly or he's going to lose digits. We need to return to the Kushino.
Tucker: ::looking down at his padd, then to the commander::I’ve got an update on the Kushino shield integrity at eighty-seven percent, and the tractor beam is operating at ninety percent. It’s the gas giant's atmo that’s giving the tractor beam and shields a bit of a problem; it’s nothing to worry about (beat) yet. ::looking back down at his padd:: I’ll keep an eye on the decay rate.
Finally regaining some of his composure Gaudemus immediately turned on what he generously considered the charm.
Bail: Ah wonderful, towing services all the way out here in the Isles? Starfleet, always loved Starfleet didn't I Sm'uf! Such snappy uniforms and...uh...greyish ships! Always around when you need them, that's what I always say.
Raga: I’ve brought both an engineer and a doctor with me. ::He gestured to each, respectively:: Your first mate told us how bad the ship is. With your permission, I’d like my people to get her patched up as best we can while you answer some questions, if you don’t mind?
Kel: ::turning back to Raga:: Sir, with all due respect. We can't stay here, these people need the Kushino's resources.
Tucker: ::he put his padd back on the hip of his EV suit, he clasped and rubbed his hands together:: Alright, someone want to show me to the engine room of this bucket?:: he smiled:: We got work to do
Kel: Drink this. ::handing the Captain a small glass of brown liquid:: Saurian Brandy.
Bail did what he could to maintain his composure but he almost couldn't believe his good fortune. A Starfleet Engineering team patching up his ship free of charge? That alone made nearly freezing to death entirely worthwhile. He seized the small flask a raised it in a merry toast.
Bail: To the Federation!
He took a hearty draught and expected the sweet sting of brandy but gagged instead on something so hot and sweet he thought one of his lungs might burst. He handed the flask back with a quick, pained smile as he fought off a racking cough.
Kel: I'm kidding it's just plain old hot chocolate. It will help warm you up. ::looking up at the Andorian:: You too.
Kenmore: It helps the medicine go down. :: He joked, trying to take the human's mind off his current situation.
Raga: Response
Finally able to breath somewhat regularly Bail glanced around as the very professional looking Starfleet people began scanning and digging out tools, poking away at inert consoles and looking for access panels.
Sm’uf: Response
Kel: Come on, bottoms up. You might be Andorian, but you've been through a scrape. Have some. And let me give you some tri-ox, help get the circulation moving.
Even without getting a shot Bail was already feeling much better about the days prospects and began pacing around, gathering any heat back into himself that he could. oO Still, no sense in turning down free medical care. Oo
Bail: I'll have one of those as well, Doctor. Actually, make mine a double...you know...::he coughed feebly::...dreadful what this thin atmosphere has done. Curse those Tholians...never liked a Tholian. Hot crystal spiders? Pfah!
Having no spittle to spew his display of faux-bravado was significantly less impressive than he expected.
Sm'uf/Raga/Tucker: Response
He moved back over to the Captain and again knelt down next to the man.
Kel: I'm going to give you an analgesic, to help with the pain. Do try to answer Mr. Raga's questions as best you can. Once we're underway I'll find you a nice warm bed.
Nodding as if the man had said the most obvious thing in the world he jutted out an arm towards the hypo.
Bail: Of course, of course, open book I am, everyone says it, Gaudemus Bail, you can ask him anything, don't they say that Sm'uf?! Of course they do!
Sm'uf/Raga/Tucker: Response
Kel: Commander, what's going on out there? Those sparks?
Kenmore: Sparks? :: He asked quizzively, having a look outside to see what was going on.
Bail: Oh that's nothing I'm sure, a classic ship like this just has some character! I'm sure my first mate would've told me if anything truly important was amiss.
Sm'uf/Raga/Kenmore/Tucker: Response
Kel: Could the ionization be affecting our shields?
Kenmore: Maybe?... or those sparks is something cutting into the hull?
Bail felt his chest tightening involuntarily as he glanced towards the compartment ceiling. He laughed nervously as he started making his way towards the compartment exit. Having spent years in ships where maintenance was rare and hard use was the norm he'd come to recognize the sounds of impending doom with a keen ear.
Bail: Uh, Admirals and gentlemen, this is all very interesting but maybe we should make our way to your ship, I'm just so...uh...traumatized! Yes, terribly traumatized by our ordeal, I am. So why don't we...just...get going...quickly....
Sm'uf/Raga/Kel/Tucker: Response
Bail made it two steps into the passageway before a torturous groan ran through the ships hull. He had just enough time for his eyes to widen before some mangled conduit ruptured in the wall and began spewing chill white gas into the air. Pipes collapsed from the ceiling and the deck buckled, throwing him backwards and further towards the airlock but creating a barrier between him and his would-be rescuers. He tried to shout over the din as he clawed his way back to his feet.
Bail: I'll raise a drink to each of your memories! Thanks and tough luck you know...but no sense in all of us dying here...
Sm'uf/Raga/Kel/Tucker: Response
Bail: Well that's no way to talk to your Captain, Mr. Sm'uf! And I don't really see that there's anything I can do from here, Commander. But I'm sure I could go...get more help! Yes of course, let Gaudemus Bail you out! I'll just go to your ship then...I'm sure something will present itself!
Glancing down the passage way he could feel his feet moving of their own volition towards escape and safety.
Sm'uf/Raga/Kel/Tucker: Response
Tags/TBC
==============================
Gaudemus Bail
Owner & Operator
S.S. Sabrina's Delight
V239509GT0
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