Season 1, Mission 03: Lost

[cortez]

Octavius stood and faced the stand-in captain as he entered. Saluting momentarily he then sat back down.

"We're getting launch reports but officially no. The envoy himself hasn't said anything sir." He said. "I'll bet that he will be here soon however.

Cortez nodded, glancing over Mirwald's shoulder at the Churchill's sensor reports. He leaned in and, with the press of two buttons, opened a channel to the Romulan vessel.

"Ambassador Moval, this is Lieutenant Commander Cortez on the USS Churchill. We are ready to receive you"

There was a pause of several seconds. Cortez wondered whether the message had even been received, but before long the ambassador's face appeared on the viewscreen. He was a fairly aged man, even by Romulan standards, with dark hair and had a very proud aura about him.

"Commander, we shall be arriving on your vessel shortly. Have you met our requirements?"

Cortez smiled. Among other requests, the Romulans had specifically asked for quarters separate from the rest of the crew, with replicators capable of producing Romulan food.

"Yes, Ambassador. Everything is ready."

Moval nodded solemnly in acknowledgment.

"Very well. We shall arrive shortly. D'driax out."

The channel closed and the viewscreen returned to the hustle and bustle of the ships in orbit of the planet below. Turning to Mirwald, Cortez smiled.

"Cheerful guy"  he said "Have the senior staff report to transporter room one in ten minutes, Petty Officer. In dress uniform."

[Lance Krol]

Reece studied the man carefully. He looked terribly uneasy.

"Nothing important. You might just want to get the replicators on deck 4 working quickly. "

Reece thought about turning and leaving, but shook the thought out of his mind.

"Is there a problem Mr Krol?"

"Nono, sir, I mean, no problem. I'll get on the replicators right now, sir," he quickly blurted, hoping that this officer might leave, whoever he was. He found anyone who knew his name without him knowing theirs disturbing.

[Kale Bridges]

"Nono, sir, I mean, no problem. I'll get on the replicators right now, sir," he quickly blurted, hoping that this officer might leave, whoever he was. He found anyone who knew his name without him knowing theirs disturbing.

Reece sighed. He'd be lucky if he ever got ANYTHING out of this officer. Well, as long as he kept the ship in working order... Reece didn't care.

"Very well." Reece said, backing out of the room.

"How much longer is this Romulan going to be?" He asked himself.

[OctalLord]

Cortez nodded, glancing over Mirwald's shoulder at the Churchill's sensor reports. He leaned in and, with the press of two buttons, opened a channel to the Romulan vessel.

"Ambassador Moval, this is Lieutenant Commander Cortez on the USS Churchill. We are ready to receive you"

There was a pause of several seconds. Cortez wondered whether the message had even been received, but before long the ambassador's face appeared on the viewscreen. He was a fairly aged man, even by Romulan standards, with dark hair and had a very proud aura about him.

"Commander, we shall be arriving on your vessel shortly. Have you met our requirements?"

Cortez smiled. Among other requests, the Romulans had specifically asked for quarters separate from the rest of the crew, with replicators capable of producing Romulan food.

"Yes, Ambassador. Everything is ready."

Moval nodded solemnly in acknowledgment.

"Very well. We shall arrive shortly. D'driax out."

The channel closed and the viewscreen returned to the hustle and bustle of the ships in orbit of the planet below. Turning to Mirwald, Cortez smiled.

"Cheerful guy"  he said "Have the senior staff report to transporter room one in ten minutes, Petty Officer. In dress uniform."

"Of course sir, we wouldn't want to make a bad impression." He joked.   With that said he started making signals around the ship to the ship signalling to start preparing the ship for full depature. At this rate everything should be in place a few moments before D'driax arrived.

Minor details taken care of, he ascessed the microphone on his chest and using the console alerted the senior staff all at once.

=/\=Sec/Tac Crewman Mirwald to senior staff. We're on task and showtime is in ten minutes. Prepare to greet our honored guest in the transporter room. We're looking to impress so dress in your best.

[Kale Bridges]

"Of course sir, we wouldn't want to make a bad impression." He joked.   With that said he started making signals around the ship to the ship signalling to start preparing the ship for full depature. At this rate everything should be in place a few moments before D'driax arrived.

Minor details taken care of, he ascessed the microphone on his chest and using the console alerted the senior staff all at once.

=/\=Sec/Tac Crewman Mirwald to senior staff. We're on task and showtime is in ten minutes. Prepare to greet our honored guest in the transporter room. We're looking to impress so dress in your best.

Reece sighed and headed back to his quarters to equip his Dress Uniform. He really didn't like the pale whiteness... but some things just had to be.

He checked himself in his mirror. "How does it sit? Pretty cunning, don't you think?" He smiled at himself.
"Gah... who am I kidding. This is horrible."

He headed out of his quarters and towards the transporter room.

[Lance Krol]

Reece sighed. He'd be lucky if he ever got ANYTHING out of this officer. Well, as long as he kept the ship in working order... Reece didn't care.

"Very well." Reece said, backing out of the room.

Krol let out a breath, then mentally chided himself for acting like a nineteen-year-old recruit at the age of thirty-four. Still, so long as he was left alone and allowed to keep his job, he didn't care.

He turned back to his console, and looked up the maintenance reports for all replicators on deck 4. Most system failures were caused by simple negligence.

[cortez]

Reece sighed and headed back to his quarters to equip his Dress Uniform. He really didn't like the pale whiteness... but some things just had to be.

He checked himself in his mirror. "How does it sit? Pretty cunning, don't you think?" He smiled at himself.
"Gah... who am I kidding. This is horrible."

He headed out of his quarters and towards the transporter room.

It had taken Cortez only fifteen minutes to return to his quarters, change into his dress uniform and make his way to the transporter room. He knew the importance of this event all too well. Ever since the Romulan homeworld was destroyed the previous year, the Romulans had been more open to talks with the Federation, especially since their entire political organisation was located on Romulus. It was times like this that Cortez felt out of his comfort zone, wishing he had the Captain here to do the talking. He was the first officer and a lieutenant commander at that. Still, he'd give it his all.

Arriving in the transporter room, he nodded to the ensign at the controls while adjusting his smart white tunic. He hated wearing the thing, but it was more comfortable than the previous incarnation.

Cortez waited patiently, thinking over what he was going to say when the ambassador arrived.

[Kale Bridges]

It had taken Cortez only fifteen minutes to return to his quarters, change into his dress uniform and make his way to the transporter room. He knew the importance of this event all too well. Ever since the Romulan homeworld was destroyed the previous year, the Romulans had been more open to talks with the Federation, especially since their entire political organisation was located on Romulus. It was times like this that Cortez felt out of his comfort zone, wishing he had the Captain here to do the talking. He was the first officer and a lieutenant commander at that. Still, he'd give it his all.

Arriving in the transporter room, he nodded to the ensign at the controls while adjusting his smart white tunic. He hated wearing the thing, but it was more comfortable than the previous incarnation.

Cortez waited patiently, thinking over what he was going to say when the ambassador arrived.

Reece entered the transporter room. He nodded at Cortez. "Sir." He took his place beside him.

He noticed the Commander fiddling with his dress uniform. He chuckled a little, "You too huh? You'd think they'd make these slightly more comfortable."

[cortez]

Reece entered the transporter room. He nodded at Cortez. "Sir." He took his place beside him.

He noticed the Commander fiddling with his dress uniform. He chuckled a little, "You too huh? You'd think they'd make these slightly more comfortable."

Cortez smiled.

"Still, at least the designers understood that a dress uniform doesn't have to be an actual 'dress'"  he laughed  "Now those were uncomfortable!"

[OctalLord]

Cortez smiled.

"Still, at least the designers understood that a dress uniform doesn't have to be an actual 'dress'"  he laughed  "Now those were uncomfortable!"

Octavius was glad that the captain had finally arrived, D'Drain had been ready to beam aboard only five minutes ago and the Captain himself wasn't there. Stalling never exactly was one of his strong suits. He signalled Cortez over Comm from the bridge.

=/\=Good to see you're looking your best. His honerableness is ready to beam aboard at your command sir. Be aware though he's grown... Irritable. Standing by=/\=

[Kale Bridges]

Octavius was glad that the captain had finally arrived, D'Drain had been ready to beam aboard only five minutes ago and the Captain himself wasn't there. Stalling never exactly was one of his strong suits. He signalled Cortez over Comm from the bridge.

=/\=Good to see you're looking your best. His honerableness is ready to beam aboard at your command sir. Be aware though he's grown... Irritable. Standing by=/\=

"An irritable Romulan." Reece said sarcastically. "Fancy that."

He quickly straightened his shirt and turned to face Cortez. "You know sir, you don't really need your acting XO here." He said hopefully.

[cortez]

"An irritable Romulan." Reece said sarcastically. "Fancy that."

He quickly straightened his shirt and turned to face Cortez. "You know sir, you don't really need your acting XO here." He said hopefully.

Cortez frowned in jest.

"You're not getting out of it that easily, Lieutenant"

Turning to the transporter crewman, Cortez nodded.

"Energize"

[Kale Bridges]

Cortez frowned in jest.

"You're not getting out of it that easily, Lieutenant"

Turning to the transporter crewman, Cortez nodded.

"Energize"

Reece gumbled a little bit to himself. Before turning to face the pad. Seconds later, a small Romulan delegate stood there, staring down at them.

---"You want our help now don't you? Now that you're all homeless."--- Reece thought to himself. He knew it wasn't the kindest thing to think of, but the Romulans had been a constant source of trouble for the federation, and now they needed their help.

[cortez]

Reece gumbled a little bit to himself. Before turning to face the pad. Seconds later, a small Romulan delegate stood there, staring down at them.

---"You want our help now don't you? Now that you're all homeless."--- Reece thought to himself. He knew it wasn't the kindest thing to think of, but the Romulans had been a constant source of trouble for the federation, and now they needed their help.

Cortez stepped forward.

"Ambassador Moval, I am Lieutenant Commander Mike Cortez. This is Lieutenant Reece Thompson. It's good to meet you"

[Non-Playing Character 1]

Cortez stepped forward.

"Ambassador Moval, I am Lieutenant Commander Mike Cortez. This is Lieutenant Reece Thompson. It's good to meet you"

The straight-faced Moval stepped down from the pad.

"Lieutenant Commander?"  he asked, seemingly surprised. "Where is your Captain?"