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S1 - Minisode 1.1 - Things That Go Bump In The Night
« on: March 09, 2017, 01:57:51 am »
[Location: Promenade]

Tritter had not been on the Columbus too long after narrowly avoiding being blown up on the Tripoli. He was quite happy that he was not blown up and actually able to come home to his family. The man was on-duty, but he managed to sneak in some family time as he had some down time. He was sitting at a table on the Promenade, next to the floor to ceiling windows, as his kids loved them. He had his son, Christopher in his lap, with his right arm wrapped around the middle half of the child. He was making small talk with the child and also with his Husband, as he hadn't seen them since he had left on the Gibson.

He was enjoying the down time until his comm badge went off, the voice on the other end was a bit frantic, but it would state "Ensign Davis to Commander Tritter, you need to come here. My location is Cargo Bay 27" Tritter pondered a bit, that seemed awful... curious, that was a pretty much unused Cargo Bay. He would than tap his comm badge and replied with "On my way" He would than whisper to his Son "Sorry buddy, Dad has to go to work" He looked towards Ryan and sighed quietly, there was nothing that needed to be said, they didn't look disappointed, but he knew that it was taking it's toll on the other man.  He would rise to his feet, Ryan stated simply, "See you later", his tone was quiet and subdued, but Tritter nodded slightly "Plan on it" and he exited the Promenade.

He would make his way towards Cargo Bay 27. The man had pretty much gotten the lay of the land, he could make his way pretty much anywhere on the base without referencing any schematics or anything of that sort. He made his way towards the Cargo Bay, which was barricaded off for the time being. Tritter studied around the area, he would than notice a body, which was badly burnt. Tritter made his way over, he nodded slightly to the Ensign who had called for him. He kneeled in-front of the body, he than tapped his comm badge "Tritter to Medical, Doctors Zex and Aviad, report to Cargo Bay 27 immediately please" He proceeded to don a pair of gloves as he proceeded to began to examine the body in close detail while he waited for the medical team arrive. Tritter was very comfortable examining dead bodies, he has done that for years. The burns were very deep and the skin was deeply burnt, it indicated to him that all this happened quickly. He notices that there was no ligature marks, as if they didn't fight whoever had actually killed them. He was under the impression that this was a homicide and he would treat it as such.
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Re: S1 - Mission 7 - Things That Go Bump In The Night
« Reply #1 on: March 09, 2017, 02:19:20 am »
Know what stunk? Rigellian Beetle Dung. Like it REALLY stunk. Like "someone wrap spoiled Indian food up in a used diaper and left it out in the sun" bad. Even for Vem who regularly explored rather potent concoctions it was quite noxious. He had a rebreather on and an environmental suit on in the sealed lab. He grabbed the large glass vial of beetle dung with a pair of long tongs and, very carefully, began to transfer it from the case it had been in to the pressure-sealed containment device they were going to house it in.

He'd argued in favor of letting the Rigellian traveler transport the disgusting cargo because they claimed it was a religious artifact but the Federation (and 23 other sovereign entities) classified it as a biological weapon and thus he had been tasked with securing it and storing it until the Rigellian merchant left the station.

=/\="CHAPLAIN!"=/\= Cried the Arkarian ensign assigned as his new attendant after the Bajorian one had been re-assigned to something less stressful from the other side of the glass.

The tongs slipped a little on the glass and Vem's eyes went wide as the Ensign distracted him with the loud call. He clamped down with a subtle hand move and the glass stopped it's slide down, narrowly avoiding total olfactory destruction.

"W-What is it." Vem rasped as he gingerly took another step towards the containment unit- sweat beading up on his brow.

=/\="Be careful! If you drop it, this file says that not even removing the outer three layers of your skin will get rid of the smell! You'll have to be in containment for a month!"=/\=

Vem was a pacifist but was suddenly reminded that sometimes violence was necessary...

"Ya mon... I know... now let me... just..." As he spoke he placed the Rigellian Beetle Dung in the containment unit and it filed in with a "caaaa-shunk" as it was pressure sealed. He wiped his brow.

"We... might need to talk 'bout tact an' timing wid' you boy."

=/\=" 'Apin, took care of dat' Rigellian Beetle Dung sid'u'atio'. Gonna' to be happy ta' never smell sump'ten like dat' 'gain.=/\=
« Last Edit: March 09, 2017, 02:20:57 am by Vem, son of Motag »

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Re: S1 - Mission 7 - Things That Go Bump In The Night
« Reply #2 on: March 09, 2017, 02:32:58 am »
[CO's Quarters]

"Sir?"

Captain Stafford stood by the sink, his bald head lathered in shaving soap. The razor was poised in his hand, and his eyes were downcast on the fogged mirror. It was a tense posture, a tired one. He'd just risen from a troubled sleep. His dreams were strange and unformed. He looked tired. And old. Except for his slow, weary breathing and the steam curling out of the water he could have been a painting or a sculpture. He was that still.

"Sir?" said a sharp voice with a strong English accent. Stafford snapped out of whatever personal torment he was going through.

"Ensign Hughes?" He asked, seeing his yeoman at the door of the bathroom. He cinched his towel tighter around his waist.

She was a taller woman with a mouth that looked as if she'd just sucked all the juice out of a lemon in one juicy gulp. Not the friendliest sort in the best of times, right now she looked positively unwelcoming. Its too early for this.

"Why are you sneaking up on me in the bath?" Stafford demanded. He was suddenly conscious of how meager his body looked. His chest and stomach were narrow and sunken, the body of a man who was used to running or skipping meals.

"I've seen it all before, captain, so unless you aren't built like other men save it," the Englishwoman said with a roll of her eyes. "You'd asked to be informed no matter what when it was 0900 hours in Germany. Well, it's 0900 hours in Germany."

"Thank you," He said. He doused his head in cold water; a shave would have to wait. "Have the enlisted personnel arrived for the monthly luncheon?"

"From every corner of Starfleet," Hughes confirmed. Her usually scornful eyes softened a little. She was truly a young woman despite her harsh tones, but more wise and serious than most people his own age. And she had a big heart for all of her attitude.

"Captain, I'm trained in this sort of thing. If you want me to talk to the parents--"

"Ensign, a cup of coffee, please. On my desk on your way out."

Hughes sighed, a gust of frustration. She gave him a long look that was part pitying, part affectionate.

"Black, captain?"

"Yes, my dear. Thank you."

He thought he heard her mutter something as she turned away, but the water was running and he couldn't be sure.

When he finished dressing, he saw that his yeoman had replicated a brown sugar scone as well. He smiled, very sadly, and took a sip of hot black coffee before opening his desk top terminal.

"=/\=Computer, connect me to Frederich and Erika Koehler, Freiburg, Germany, Earth.=/\="

"Erika Kohler, guten morgen!"

"Frau Koehler." Stafford said. "I...ma'am, I have something to tell you regarding your daughter. Angelika."

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Re: S1 - Mission 7 - Things That Go Bump In The Night
« Reply #3 on: March 09, 2017, 01:00:57 pm »
[Promenade]

Hust was wandering the halls, at a loss of what to do right now. The emotions of having been on the ship with such death were starting to wear on him, even past the fact. Apparently, he was told, he'd left the Sickbay and then moments later one medical attendant had been killed brutally. It was... unsettling. A ship couldn't even render aid without fearing for their lives.

He sighed, and pushed himself off of the window. His new boss was on a detachment to the new Athena, and as the starbase was busy pulsing with borg research Hust found himself swept to the wayside, federation laws ignored. Everyone having an exception to this, an excuse for that... blowing the federation laws out of the sky. It was... unfortunate. So for now, he was waiting on the pleasure of the Medical Cadet to contact him... or a job to do. Either one. Instead, here he was in civilian clothes, wandering around the starbase like a lost puppy.

Even his investigations into Section 31 had been put on hold- most leads dead, (both figuratively and literally), and no real clear path forward. Constant work over the past few days had yet to get him through the wall block. Now it was up to anything to happen to give him a job. As much as he hated to admit it....

He was bored.
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Re: S1 - Mission 7 - Things That Go Bump In The Night
« Reply #4 on: March 09, 2017, 01:18:23 pm »

=/\=" 'Apin, took care of dat' Rigellian Beetle Dung sid'u'atio'. Gonna' to be happy ta' never smell sump'ten like dat' 'gain.=/\=


[Promenade]

Stafford tapped his commbadge, acknowledging the chaplain's call. "=/\=Thank you, chaplain. Much obliged.=/\="

He'd learned a long time ago that no matter what Vem was on about it was easier to simply thank him for it. Any request for elucidation would simply be met with more antics. But the captain liked the Klingon chaplain all the same. If the man said there was a beetle dung situation Stafford trusted him that it was worth addressing.

His cane tapped rhythmically along the deck of the promenade. A few vendors raised their voices or their hands to greet the station's commanding officer, but some didn't bother or notice. There were too many customers, too much latinum changing hands.

After his conversation with the Koehlers he needed a walk to clear his head. It had been difficult. Once Angelika's parents were reduced to tears Stafford had fought to keep his own composure. When the call ended he, a Starfleet officer with decades of command and battle experience, had stayed in his quarters and wept openly.

He had needed it. It was behind him now. Stafford had lost people before, sent men and women to their deaths, inflicted death himself, and risked it often. It was part of the job.

[Promenade]

Hust was wandering the halls, at a loss of what to do right now. The emotions of having been on the ship with such death were starting to wear on him, even past the fact. Apparently, he was told, he'd left the Sickbay and then moments later one medical attendant had been killed brutally. It was... unsettling. A ship couldn't even render aid without fearing for their lives.

He sighed, and pushed himself off of the window. His new boss was on a detachment to the new Athena, and as the starbase was busy pulsing with borg research Hust found himself swept to the wayside, federation laws ignored. Everyone having an exception to this, an excuse for that... blowing the federation laws out of the sky. It was... unfortunate. So for now, he was waiting on the pleasure of the Medical Cadet to contact him... or a job to do. Either one. Instead, here he was in civilian clothes, wandering around the starbase like a lost puppy.

Even his investigations into Section 31 had been put on hold- most leads dead, (both figuratively and literally), and no real clear path forward. Constant work over the past few days had yet to get him through the wall block. Now it was up to anything to happen to give him a job. As much as he hated to admit it....

He was bored.

[Promenade]

"Ensign." Stafford said, raising his voice to carry over the hubbub of buying and selling and conversation. He didn't like Kinun, never had, but his duties this morning had softened him. Perhaps he should give the wayward lawyer another chance.

"Will you join me, Mr. Kinun?" He asked. He indicated a nearby cafe whose seating spilled out onto the deck.

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Re: S1 - Mission 7 - Things That Go Bump In The Night
« Reply #5 on: March 09, 2017, 01:23:25 pm »
[Promenade]

"Ensign." Stafford said, raising his voice to carry over the hubbub of buying and selling and conversation. He didn't like Kinun, never had, but his duties this morning had softened him. Perhaps he should give the wayward lawyer another chance.

"Will you join me, Mr. Kinun?" He asked. He indicated a nearby cafe whose seating spilled out onto the deck.

[Promenade]

Hust visibly flinched when he heard the Captain's tones singling him out. In his world with this man thus far, that was never a good thing. Ever.

"Sir." he said, standing at some form of attention as the man approached. He looked over to where the man pointed and nodded slowly, "Of course, Captain." he said, walking at a slow, relax pace over to where the man was. "What can I do for you, Sir?" he asked, obviously on edge and afraid he'd screwed something up.

Again.
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Re: S1 - Mission 7 - Things That Go Bump In The Night
« Reply #6 on: March 09, 2017, 01:28:10 pm »
[Promenade]

Hust visibly flinched when he heard the Captain's tones singling him out. In his world with this man thus far, that was never a good thing. Ever.

"Sir." he said, standing at some form of attention as the man approached. He looked over to where the man pointed and nodded slowly, "Of course, Captain." he said, walking at a slow, relax pace over to where the man was. "What can I do for you, Sir?" he asked, obviously on edge and afraid he'd screwed something up.

Again.

[Promenade]

"That was invitation, not an order, young man." Stafford said. His smile was watered down, a turn of one side of the mouth. "I had to notify Petty Officer Koehler's parents this morning. It killed my appetite at the time."

The captain sat. It was a self service cafe, with a small replicator at each table. The staff only cleaned, removed dishes, and played live music or poetry. Stafford was glad they weren't performing now. He wasn't in the mood for anything gloomy or pretentious.

"Coffee, black. Melon, bacon." He said to the replicator. He scooped his tray out of the unit and dug in while he waited for Kinun to speak.

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Re: S1 - Mission 7 - Things That Go Bump In The Night
« Reply #7 on: March 09, 2017, 03:26:11 pm »
Promenade

Katheryn was clad head to toe in her martial arts outfit walking through the hustle and bustle of the Promenade with the intention of heading to the replimat in order to use one of her workout programs. Ever since they had returned from Killer Cove she had been spending more and more of her free time working out in the hope it would tire her out and allow her to sleep. Unfortunately it wasn't quite having the effect that she wanted yet it did however help to relieve some of the tension and stress she had been feeling.

It had certainly been an emotional and interesting mission but what had seemed to trouble her the most and the reason why she was having difficulty sleeping was the image of the Romulan's who had committed suicide in front of her and those in Sickbay aboard the Gibson. That was the first time she had seen anyone do that and also to be taken hostage and yes she could deal with that side of things after all these things happened but just witnessing the vaporization and the way they had done it had left her with nightmares that was always end with her waking in a cold sweat. She knew she had to deal with it and move on and certainly didn't want it to effect her normal day to day duties. So she would go to the Replimat and do what she knew best and if it became to much then she would consider confiding in someone.

She carried on walking looking around at the various establishments and spotted Captain Stafford and Ensign Kinun in one of the cafe's acknowledging them with a smile as she continued on her way.



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Re: S1 - Mission 7 - Things That Go Bump In The Night
« Reply #8 on: March 09, 2017, 05:13:08 pm »
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Re: S1 - Mission 7 - Things That Go Bump In The Night
« Reply #9 on: March 09, 2017, 05:22:53 pm »

[Promenade]

Stafford had his mouth full of ripe, juicy melon, salty bacon, and hot coffee. He took in the sight and sounds of the former freighter captain, finished chewing and swallowing. He patted his mouth and the wispy salt and pepper goatee that surrounded it.

"This isn't a red light district in a mining town on the American Frontier, Jett." The captain said, not addressing the other man by his unofficial rank. "We don't shout out for what we want, particularly if what we want is a favor. Try again."

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Re: S1 - Mission 7 - Things That Go Bump In The Night
« Reply #10 on: March 09, 2017, 05:34:15 pm »

[Promenade]

Stafford had his mouth full of ripe, juicy melon, salty bacon, and hot coffee. He took in the sight and sounds of the former freighter captain, finished chewing and swallowing. He patted his mouth and the wispy salt and pepper goatee that surrounded it.

"This isn't a red light district in a mining town on the American Frontier, Jett." The captain said, not addressing the other man by his unofficial rank. "We don't shout out for what we want, particularly if what we want is a favor. Try again."

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Re: S1 - Mission 7 - Things That Go Bump In The Night
« Reply #11 on: March 09, 2017, 05:40:38 pm »

[Promenade]

Stafford didn't like the man's insolent, breezy manner whatsoever. That and the flagrant violation of operational security pushed him a lot closer to the edge.

"Put that away, you fool," The captain hissed across the table. "There are 50,000 people on this station and you just showed half of them enemy intelligence."

"Now," Stafford said, regaining his composure just a bit. "I have a deal of my own, captain. You hand over what you think you have to me. Willingly. We both know at any time I can make your life a living hell. I'd like to avoid that. Once you give me what I want I promise we'll talk about the debt I owe you. And you'll get it, plus a bonus for the chip."

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Re: S1 - Mission 7 - Things That Go Bump In The Night
« Reply #12 on: March 09, 2017, 05:58:29 pm »
[Promenade]

Stafford didn't like the man's insolent, breezy manner whatsoever. That and the flagrant violation of operational security pushed him a lot closer to the edge.

"Put that away, you fool," The captain hissed across the table. "There are 50,000 people on this station and you just showed half of them enemy intelligence."

"Now," Stafford said, regaining his composure just a bit. "I have a deal of my own, captain. You hand over what you think you have to me. Willingly. We both know at any time I can make your life a living hell. I'd like to avoid that. Once you give me what I want I promise we'll talk about the debt I owe you. And you'll get it, plus a bonus for the chip."
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Re: S1 - Mission 7 - Things That Go Bump In The Night
« Reply #13 on: March 09, 2017, 06:04:56 pm »
[Promenade]

Hust had been just about to respond to the Captain when Jett came over and almost blew OPSEC to heck and back. His nostrils had flared as his... intense dislike for the man arose and his absentmindedly felt his jaw where it had split under the man's punch.

"Mister Jett." he said, his voice cold and with a definite tone in the voice that was analogous to steel being frozen. When the man mentioned the narcotics bust in cargo bay 22, Hust remembered that that was his supply... but he'd not had to use it for quite a while. Plus, he had been assured that the evidence of him being there would be wiped.

He stood back, glaring daggers at the man but otherwise not providing any provocation if the man wanted to... "Start things."
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Re: S1 - Mission 7 - Things That Go Bump In The Night
« Reply #14 on: March 09, 2017, 06:13:33 pm »
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[Promenade]

Hust had been just about to respond to the Captain when Jett came over and almost blew OPSEC to heck and back. His nostrils had flared as his... intense dislike for the man arose and his absentmindedly felt his jaw where it had split under the man's punch.

"Mister Jett." he said, his voice cold and with a definite tone in the voice that was analogous to steel being frozen. When the man mentioned the narcotics bust in cargo bay 22, Hust remembered that that was his supply... but he'd not had to use it for quite a while. Plus, he had been assured that the evidence of him being there would be wiped.

He stood back, glaring daggers at the man but otherwise not providing any provocation if the man wanted to... "Start things."


[Promenade]


"I'll handle this." Stafford said, and glanced at Jett. For the first time, he looked amused.

"You're full of piss and wind, captain." He said. "Which might be enough in some rinky-dink space station. But this is the Columbus. You're not holding any cards."

"=/\=Captain Stafford to Ensign Shani. Impound the S.S. Falcon immediately.=/\=" He said, and tapped his commbadge again. "=/\=Stafford to Lieutenant Carter. Round up the crew of the Falcon and put them in the brig.=/\="

"And you, Captain Tom Jett." Stafford stood, and gathered his cane in his right hand. "You are in possession of Romulan intelligence. For the charge of espionage Ensign Hust here is going to take you into custody."

"Unless, of course, you want to do this the easy way?" The captain inquired sweetly.

 

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