Captain Oveur, Please Pick Up The White Courtesy Phone
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Sep 29, 2011, 1:52:57 AM9/29/11
to Star Trek Excalibur
(OOC: Sorry, this time it was my fault. I guess I stupidly got
involved in creating stuff for the Ninth instead of, y'know...
writing.)
[Deep Space 6]
[Shortly before departure]
It was easy to get lost in a station as big as a Stardock.
How it had exactly gotten designated as a deep space station always
confused Jeral. There had been some logic to the naming conventions of
the space stations and what classes they were; a Stardock was more of
a major shipyard and repair base than a space station, originally
designed to keep work crews, materials and replication equipment
together. They were not meant for deep space waypoints, last outposts
before the border type places. Then again, a Stardock did have a
tactical advantage, due to its size, shape and armaments...
Jeral shook his head as he walked through the massive docking area.
Thinking like this was a good distraction, but a distraction
nonetheless; he needed no more in his seeking of the Excalibur's
docking port.
He pressed on down the corridor, deftly avoiding the various crews,
supplies and other necessities that made for a successful major port.
There seemed to be more uniformed people around this area of the
hangars, which gave him a little hope as to where he was wandering.
A Defiant class ship. The last time he had seen one was during the
brief stint at Starbase 828. The Monitor had been one of the two
assigned vessels, sitting on the border with a radically different
Romulan Star Empire than they were facing nowadays. A good, solid
ship, if a little short-ranged, he remembered.
"...some weird plating on that class," Jeral overheard, making him
slow down for a moment.
"Yeah, ablative armor is just weird to work with," came the response.
Jeral hung back a bit, but listened in to the two repair workers
bantering.
"You ever hear about what happened with the original designer of the
Defiant?" one of them was saying. "He was standing under the deflector
dish on the first one. Someone didn't secure it right and it fell on
him. They were cleaning human paste off the prototype for a month."
Jeral heard a guffaw and a few chuckles. "You moron; they build those
prototypes in zero-g! What kind of moron would believe a story like
that?"
There was a pause. "Well, it's what I heard..."
"You heard wrong, Jeffey. Hey, after our shift today, you wanna catch
the holos from the Pareses Square Tourney?"
"You bet I do. Andoria U has some good players this year."
"They always get beaten by the Vulcan Science Academy."
"Yeah, but at least it won't be completely one-sided this year."
"You wanna bet?"
The two kept going on as they stopped to pick up some tools, but Jeral
had gotten the information for what he needed. The Excalibur, he was
sure was nearby.
"Mister Julian Tomnas, you have a page for you at the nearest relay,"
the computer interrupted his thoughts.
"Just what I needed..." Jeral muttered as he walked closer to a relay
terminal. There was a person on it, but as soon as Jeral walked up,
that other person vacated the area, appearing to have completed
whatever message they were working on. He brought up the message:
Julian,
Port 93, third level will get you to your destination.
Bob
Smiling, Jeral called out, "Computer, direct me to port 93..."
[USS Excalibur]
[CO's cabin, right after the small briefing]
More Vulcans.
It seemed to be a reoccuring theme with him. A spike of emotions
rushed to the surface at the thought, but he applied the cool control
of logic to his chaotic feelings and brought with him a center of
coolness, then began to peruse over the profile of his target as he
exited the room and read over the PADD.
T'Prinn. Vulcan female, member of the Vulcan Science Academy, degrees
in... Jeral blinked as he read over her list of qualifications. A
generalized scientist of high order, part of the team that worked on
the red matter project, several awards for innovation in
astrophysics... the lady's list grew longer as he read them over. She
was a genius.
"So why isn't she a higher rank in the Vulcan Academy?" he wondered to
himself out loud as he walked down the corridor.
A mysterious Vulcan. Who ever saw that coming?
-------------------
Lieutenant Jeral Krezek
Going back to Vulcan, it seems
involved in creating stuff for the Ninth instead of, y'know...
writing.)
[Deep Space 6]
[Shortly before departure]
It was easy to get lost in a station as big as a Stardock.
How it had exactly gotten designated as a deep space station always
confused Jeral. There had been some logic to the naming conventions of
the space stations and what classes they were; a Stardock was more of
a major shipyard and repair base than a space station, originally
designed to keep work crews, materials and replication equipment
together. They were not meant for deep space waypoints, last outposts
before the border type places. Then again, a Stardock did have a
tactical advantage, due to its size, shape and armaments...
Jeral shook his head as he walked through the massive docking area.
Thinking like this was a good distraction, but a distraction
nonetheless; he needed no more in his seeking of the Excalibur's
docking port.
He pressed on down the corridor, deftly avoiding the various crews,
supplies and other necessities that made for a successful major port.
There seemed to be more uniformed people around this area of the
hangars, which gave him a little hope as to where he was wandering.
A Defiant class ship. The last time he had seen one was during the
brief stint at Starbase 828. The Monitor had been one of the two
assigned vessels, sitting on the border with a radically different
Romulan Star Empire than they were facing nowadays. A good, solid
ship, if a little short-ranged, he remembered.
"...some weird plating on that class," Jeral overheard, making him
slow down for a moment.
"Yeah, ablative armor is just weird to work with," came the response.
Jeral hung back a bit, but listened in to the two repair workers
bantering.
"You ever hear about what happened with the original designer of the
Defiant?" one of them was saying. "He was standing under the deflector
dish on the first one. Someone didn't secure it right and it fell on
him. They were cleaning human paste off the prototype for a month."
Jeral heard a guffaw and a few chuckles. "You moron; they build those
prototypes in zero-g! What kind of moron would believe a story like
that?"
There was a pause. "Well, it's what I heard..."
"You heard wrong, Jeffey. Hey, after our shift today, you wanna catch
the holos from the Pareses Square Tourney?"
"You bet I do. Andoria U has some good players this year."
"They always get beaten by the Vulcan Science Academy."
"Yeah, but at least it won't be completely one-sided this year."
"You wanna bet?"
The two kept going on as they stopped to pick up some tools, but Jeral
had gotten the information for what he needed. The Excalibur, he was
sure was nearby.
"Mister Julian Tomnas, you have a page for you at the nearest relay,"
the computer interrupted his thoughts.
"Just what I needed..." Jeral muttered as he walked closer to a relay
terminal. There was a person on it, but as soon as Jeral walked up,
that other person vacated the area, appearing to have completed
whatever message they were working on. He brought up the message:
Julian,
Port 93, third level will get you to your destination.
Bob
Smiling, Jeral called out, "Computer, direct me to port 93..."
[USS Excalibur]
[CO's cabin, right after the small briefing]
More Vulcans.
It seemed to be a reoccuring theme with him. A spike of emotions
rushed to the surface at the thought, but he applied the cool control
of logic to his chaotic feelings and brought with him a center of
coolness, then began to peruse over the profile of his target as he
exited the room and read over the PADD.
T'Prinn. Vulcan female, member of the Vulcan Science Academy, degrees
in... Jeral blinked as he read over her list of qualifications. A
generalized scientist of high order, part of the team that worked on
the red matter project, several awards for innovation in
astrophysics... the lady's list grew longer as he read them over. She
was a genius.
"So why isn't she a higher rank in the Vulcan Academy?" he wondered to
himself out loud as he walked down the corridor.
A mysterious Vulcan. Who ever saw that coming?
-------------------
Lieutenant Jeral Krezek
Going back to Vulcan, it seems
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