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Mission 1.8: Cubed
« on: February 02, 2017, 05:59:58 am »
Captain's Log:
"The regrettable events of our last mission have left a bad taste in my mouth and, undoubtedly, the mouths of my crew. Though we escaped the trap set by the Q known as 'Ben Gunn' it was only because we beat his game. Hearing that there is something beyond your power to beat is one thing, it is another to come face to face with it. The powerlessness is... uncomfortable.

On a brighter front I have lobbied to get the Athena a job I think the crew will enjoy greatly. We are to swing by Risa to pick up Comm- Captain Stafford and several other officers who are away on leave there. It wasn't far out of the Athena's route and our next assignment will bring us close to Starbase Columbus.

Maybe Luke can help me make sense of all of... this."


{Bridge}
Risa loomed large and inviting on the monitor before her, though Constance found the whole idea of a vacation that didn't involve reviewing the latest legal literature a waste of time. The crew, no doubt, was not excited that they were not being allowed to head down but they'd be happy enough to see Luke.

=/\="Athena to shuttle. How long until you return from the surface? We are ready to depart when you return."=/\= She queried, though in a rather casual fashion. They were on a timetable, but not a rushed one.

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Re: Mission 1.8: Cubed
« Reply #1 on: February 02, 2017, 07:32:01 am »
[Corridor - Outside XO's Office]

James had yet to enter his office since getting back on the ship. He hadn't even had a shift back on duty until now. He stood nervously just outside the room before letting out a long sigh and looking down at the floor. After a moment of contemplation he entered.

[XO's Office]

As the doors opened he realized that the office was exactly as he left it. A small smile came across his face as he realized just how sentimentalist the crew actually was. In his left hand he carried a sword in a scabbard. He couldn't quite remember if it was the one he actually had from the last mission or just a replica but either way it was meaningful to him. As he walked to mount it on the wall a framed picture caught his eye.


The picture was of a woman. The same woman from his visions before. That's when it hit him and he realized who it was. His partner from when he was with MI-6, Tessa Elizabeth Warren. Truthfully she was far more than a partner. But secrets were hard to keep at an espionage agency. When their bosses discovered they were given the ultimatum of splitting up or that one of them had to leave. The two of them did the one thing they could think of...they split. After a case hunting down a terrorist that they could never find she left for Starfleet. The agency was never quite the same to him after without her followed to Starfleet not long after. Another warm smile sprawled across his face as he thought about her. Quickly he put the blade on his desk and left for the bridge.

[Bridge]

Carter entered the bridge quietly looking over everyone and everything in the room. This was his home. He offered another warm smile before approaching his seat next to the Captain. As he sat he looked over to Constance and finally spoke. "Stafford huh? He knows I'm not dead right? I know that kind of news can take a little while to travel, and if he's been on leave....well I'd hate for him to think he's seeing a ghost."
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Re: Mission 1.8: Cubed
« Reply #2 on: February 02, 2017, 01:14:43 pm »
[Shuttlecraft Congolese]

It was such a relief to see the sight of the Athena once Stafford broke through the upper atmosphere. The proud vessel sat above Risa like a hard beacon of knowledge, of altruism. As much as he loved the Columbus, the Athena had always been a wild, unpredictable ride with some of the best officers he'd ever had the pleasure of serving with. Stafford was eager to be aboard her.

For two weeks he'd lazed about on Risa, soaking in the sun and sand and living like a king. It had been much needed. Stafford was not the type of Starfleet captain who eschewed vacations. They were needed, from a medical point of view, and any other that an officer cared to name. Commanding the Columbus had proved to be a difficult challenge, and nothing in his career could have prepared him for it. Not even his time on the Athena as first officer.


=/\="Athena to shuttle. How long until you return from the surface? We are ready to depart when you return."=/\= She queried, though in a rather casual fashion. They were on a timetable, but not a rushed one.


Stafford didn't try to stop the smile from gracing his face.  Good old Captain Lafayette. He pictured her going over a report on the statistical probability of a gamma ray burst with one hand and overseeing office evaluations in the other. And here he was, in his civilian clothes, sunburned, relaxed and happy. They had always been fire and ice in that regard.

"=/\=Shuttlecraft Congolese to Athena. Captain, I will be docking shortly. Request permission to come to the bridge upon arrival. For, uh, official purposes, of course.=/\=" Stafford almost sang.

He was joking, of course. He really wanted to shake the captain's hand, meet up with James Carter, Ash, and all of his other friends.

This was the perfect way to end his vacation.
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Re: Mission 1.8: Cubed
« Reply #3 on: February 02, 2017, 03:20:35 pm »
[Shuttlebay]

Dylan was in the maintenance area of the shuttlebay. It was the second group beyond the first bay, and right now he was halfway through stripping down a shuttle for spare parts. The shuttle had suffered a malfunction... Somewhere. Unfortunately, several days in, Dylan had yet to find out what was wrong with the Type-9. He sighed as he picked up his tool kit and walked over to the shuttle, lights in the bay brightening as he walked near.

"Shuttle two eight nine... how are we doing today?" He asked aloud, running one hand down the half-stripped frame. He sat down and removed a hatch, finding a degraded, but operational, circuit board. He tried to unscrew the board and remove it, but the mounts crumbled and the board jammed in the port, as bio-neural gel pack fluid leaked onto the board. It appeared the gelpacks had gotten infected, and that meant bad news. He sighed as he reached in and wrenched the board free, falling backward and flinging a tad bit of the fluid backward, which splattered against the deck plates. He stood back up and threw the board in a bucket of fluid, sighing as he pulled out a sticker which he slapped on the canopy.


He began cleaning what he could, determining what was best to salvage and what was too far gone. What had gotten into the shuttle was to be investigated, but right now that wasn't his job. He needed to report the loss of one shuttle to the Captain as soon as possible... but that wasn't going to be a fun conversation to have. He could stall for a bit, however.
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Re: Mission 1.8: Cubed
« Reply #4 on: February 02, 2017, 08:20:21 pm »
{Bridge}

Constance shoot a nod to James. She still wasn't 100% convinced he wasn't some kind of trick from Q. Sure, he checked out, and the facts of his escape made sense but Q were nothing if not liars. Still... it was James. The Federation, once it knew what to look for, tracked the data and analyzed it. The Q known as Ben Gunn HAD saved him and transported him to that planet. She wanted to believe it was really him, she wanted to trust the data, so... for now... she would.

"I included the required paperwork on a recovery from death." She said completely deadpan. The funny part was- she wasn't kidding. You wouldn't believe the kind of paperwork declaring someone not dead was. It was four times the amount of declaring them dead.

"Provided he reads the standard dispatches, he should know." She provided, though Luke might very not have read those she knew.

Just then Luke's voice cut in.

=/\="Acknowledged Congolese. Permission granted."=/\=
Constance was a droll and business-like as ever externally, but internally was rather excited to have Luke back for a bit. She understood what a mother might feel when their child came home from college for the first time... though Constance was convinced she was born devoid of most other maternal instincts.

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Re: Mission 1.8: Cubed
« Reply #5 on: February 02, 2017, 08:31:59 pm »
[Shuttlebay]

"=/\=Looking forward to it, captain. Congolese out./\=" Stafford had already landed, flipped off the comm, and logged out of the shuttle's computer.

The ground-pounders on the Flight crew were already fluttering around the shuttle, while the pilots looked on in tolerant bemusement of their deck bound brethren. When Stafford's cane made contact with the hard metal of the ramp an officer stepped forward.

"Welcome back to the Athena, captain," the young man said. "I'm here to escort you to the bridge."

"Thank you, ensign." Stafford replied. "This brings me back. I'm happy to be here--"

His reply was cut off by a flood of surprised shouts. Immediately, the majority of the Flight crew ran to the other side of the bay. Curious, Stafford followed them, his cane clicking along the flight deck.

He pushed his way to the front of the circle and saw Commander Torngate fussing over some spilled bio-neural gel. Sighing, Stafford tapped the bottom of the wooden cane on the deck.

"Ensign, I know the way to the bridge. Help out the commander here with his spill." Stafford said, snapping back into officer mode easily. He did so easily, despite the fact that he was not in uniform.

The young man, suddenly relegated from easy escort duty to clean up crew, obeyed, if a bit sullenly.

Stafford took one last look at the man with lieutenant commander pips on his collar and nodded. He knew Torngate fairly well, but Lafayette was expecting him. He would have plenty of chance to meet with everyone later.

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Re: Mission 1.8: Cubed
« Reply #6 on: February 02, 2017, 08:54:35 pm »
[Shuttlebay]

"=/\=Looking forward to it, captain. Congolese out./\=" Stafford had already landed, flipped off the comm, and logged out of the shuttle's computer.

The ground-pounders on the Flight crew were already fluttering around the shuttle, while the pilots looked on in tolerant bemusement of their deck bound brethren. When Stafford's cane made contact with the hard metal of the ramp an officer stepped forward.

"Welcome back to the Athena, captain," the young man said. "I'm here to escort you to the bridge."

"Thank you, ensign." Stafford replied. "This brings me back. I'm happy to be here--"

His reply was cut off by a flood of surprised shouts. Immediately, the majority of the Flight crew ran to the other side of the bay. Curious, Stafford followed them, his cane clicking along the flight deck.

He pushed his way to the front of the circle and saw Commander Torngate fussing over some spilled bio-neural gel. Sighing, Stafford tapped the bottom of the wooden cane on the deck.

"Ensign, I know the way to the bridge. Help out the commander here with his spill." Stafford said, snapping back into officer mode easily. He did so easily, despite the fact that he was not in uniform.

The young man, suddenly relegated from easy escort duty to clean up crew, obeyed, if a bit sullenly.

Stafford took one last look at the man with lieutenant commander pips on his collar and nodded. He knew Torngate fairly well, but Lafayette was expecting him. He would have plenty of chance to meet with everyone later.

[Shuttle Maintenance]

Dylan sighed as a large snap sounded and a sizeable glob of what used to be computer packs oozed out onto a bucket. The noise had apparently drawn quite a crowd as several personnel came over and watched him work. He waved off some of them, wiping his hands on a rag when he saw a man in civilian clothes who he initially didn't recognize.

When he did he broke into a grin, looking at the man. "Sir. Welcome back to the Athena." he said, glad to see the man again. It'd been too long since Captain Stafford had been back... and too long since Athena had been to the base.

Dylan turned back to his work as the crowd dispersed, fetching the shuttle landing pylon a sizeable kick, which did nothing but hurt his foot. He fetched a rag and cleaned up the spills, as he sighed. How this had not been caught was beyond him but the shuttle was looking worse all the time. He began to take the antimatter out of the shuttle, emptying the tank and feeding it back into the ship's reserves.

With the spill now taken care of, it was time to file paperwork. This was a thing for the XO to tell the Captain, he decided, and tapped his commbadge.

He pulled up a PADD and drafted a letter to the man.

Sir,
Shuttle 289 is being permanently grounded, something got in and ruined the bio-neural circuitry and the shuttle's essentially ruined. We'll need to pick one up next time we're near a starbase. If you could forward me the paperwork required I'll get it done soon.


Dylan nodded and sent off the message, going back to stripping anything from the ship that he could find. Isolinear chips, lights, or even the display panels. No sense letting everything go to waste.
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Re: Mission 1.8: Cubed
« Reply #7 on: February 02, 2017, 10:14:28 pm »
{Bridge}

Constance sat back in her Captain's chair and let out an uncharacteristic sigh. It was a gesture of relief, of letting go of some pent up stress, and maybe letting herself move on.

She had a lot of think about. James and his relationship with Ben Gunn, the nearly headless body of Danny sitting in quarantine and all that entailed, and that was to say nothing of her own state of mind. Was she a good Captain? Was she just a bench warmer still? She'd probably next accept it even if it was submitted to her thrice, in writing, with an official stamp of approval and timecode.

"You get a look at the specs HQ sent over for the Shran Mr. Carter?" She asked, initiating small-talk.

"The new Odyssey class is an entirely different creature, even from our own Intrepid." She said absent-mindedly, letting her thoughts drift a bit.
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Re: Mission 1.8: Cubed
« Reply #8 on: February 03, 2017, 01:26:06 am »
{Bridge}

Constance sat back in her Captain's chair and let out an uncharacteristic sigh. It was a gesture of relief, of letting go of some pent up stress, and maybe letting herself move on.

She had a lot of think about. James and his relationship with Ben Gunn, the nearly headless body of Danny sitting in quarantine and all that entailed, and that was to say nothing of her own state of mind. Was she a good Captain? Was she just a bench warmer still? She'd probably next accept it even if it was submitted to her thrice, in writing, with an official stamp of approval and timecode.

"You get a look at the specs HQ sent over for the Shran Mr. Carter?" She asked, initiating small-talk.

"The new Odyssey class is an entirely different creature, even from our own Intrepid." She said absent-mindedly, letting her thoughts drift a bit.

[Bridge]

Stafford stepped onto the bridge of the USS Athena.
 
It was bigger than he remembered. It wasn't a blot on Operations back on the Columbus, but it was still one of the most efficient bridge designs in Starfleet. It's familiar music brought a smile to his face.

Stafford was definitely not the man he had been when he left the Athena, four long months ago. His face had healed with no scars, and his arm wasn't in a sling anymore. But he still walked with a cane, a handsome hardwood accompaniment in his hand. It made soft sounds on the carpeted deck as he made his slow way over to the bank of chairs.

He was wearing an open necked aqua tunic and purple trousers. His bald head and goateed face had seen a great deal of sun. Stafford's smile was still the same, and it positively lit up his wizened face when he spoke to Lafayette.

"Hello captain," He said quietly and smiled more. Stafford was glad to see Carter, as well, but it was clear seeing Lafayette for the first time meant just a bit more to him. "Hi James. Thanks for having me aboard."

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Re: Mission 1.8: Cubed
« Reply #9 on: February 03, 2017, 02:18:53 am »
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Re: Mission 1.8: Cubed
« Reply #10 on: February 03, 2017, 03:37:30 am »
[Bridge]

Cat perched on the arm of Leo's chair as he gave her a crash course in flight. It had been a quiet day, and she enjoyed learning new things. The helm control panels were a complete mystery to her and she felt she should be taking notes. She could feel the laughter in his mind as he patiently explained the controls.

"So what does this one do again?" She hovered a finger over a particularly interesting looking button. It was a pleasing shade of green, her favorite color.

(Bridge)

"That, my dear," Leo began, "controls the pitch, or up and down motion of the ship."

He heard the turbolift doors swoosh open. He turned his head and saw now Captain Stafford. He turned back to Cat.

"Well, looks like I'll hafta cut this short babes."


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Re: Mission 1.8: Cubed
« Reply #11 on: February 03, 2017, 05:04:30 am »
Sir,
Shuttle 289 is being permanently grounded, something got in and ruined the bio-neural circuitry and the shuttle's essentially ruined. We'll need to pick one up next time we're near a starbase. If you could forward me the paperwork required I'll get it done soon.
{Bridge}

Constance sat back in her Captain's chair and let out an uncharacteristic sigh. It was a gesture of relief, of letting go of some pent up stress, and maybe letting herself move on.

She had a lot of think about. James and his relationship with Ben Gunn, the nearly headless body of Danny sitting in quarantine and all that entailed, and that was to say nothing of her own state of mind. Was she a good Captain? Was she just a bench warmer still? She'd probably next accept it even if it was submitted to her thrice, in writing, with an official stamp of approval and timecode.

"You get a look at the specs HQ sent over for the Shran Mr. Carter?" She asked, initiating small-talk.

"The new Odyssey class is an entirely different creature, even from our own Intrepid." She said absent-mindedly, letting her thoughts drift a bit.

[Bridge]

James offered a breathy laugh as the captain tried to offer small-talk. "Haven't really had the chance I'll be honest with you. I wanted to take enough time off to make sure my head was right before jumping back on duty. Kind of just avoided anything close to work. I just got a message from Lieutenant Torngate, apparently Shuttle 289 is fried. We'll have to requisition a new-." Before he could finish his thought the turbolift doors opened behind him. He turned his head to see a familiar face.

[Bridge]

Stafford stepped onto the bridge of the USS Athena.
 
It was bigger than he remembered. It wasn't a blot on Operations back on the Columbus, but it was still one of the most efficient bridge designs in Starfleet. It's familiar music brought a smile to his face.

Stafford was definitely not the man he had been when he left the Athena, four long months ago. His face had healed with no scars, and his arm wasn't in a sling anymore. But he still walked with a cane, a handsome hardwood accompaniment in his hand. It made soft sounds on the carpeted deck as he made his slow way over to the bank of chairs.

He was wearing an open necked aqua tunic and purple trousers. His bald head and goateed face had seen a great deal of sun. Stafford's smile was still the same, and it positively lit up his wizened face when he spoke to Lafayette.

"Hello captain," He said quietly and smiled more. Stafford was glad to see Carter, as well, but it was clear seeing Lafayette for the first time meant just a bit more to him. "Hi James. Thanks for having me aboard."

Carter stood and extended his hand for a hand shake. "Eh you know it wasn't my choice. You'd have taken that runabout home if it were up to me." He replied in a joking tone. "It's good to see you old friend. Please, take my seat." It was still a bit weird the way people looked at him. He knew it would take quite awhile before anyone was used to the fact that a dead man was now back on the ship like nothing had happened. He grabbed the PADD that had the message on it and quickly sent off a reply.

Noted Mr. Torngate. I've attached the requisition forum below. Thank you for the update,
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Re: Mission 1.8: Cubed
« Reply #12 on: February 03, 2017, 12:59:12 pm »
[Bridge]
Noted Mr. Torngate. I've attached the requisition forum below. Thank you for the update,
Carter

[Shuttle Bay]

Dylan looked at the forms he had been sent, as he finished what he was doing with the shuttle for now. He left the bay, wiping his hands on a rag to get rid of the grease as he went down to Engineering.

[Engineering bay]

Dylan entered the bay, looking through the forms. What was annoying was that he had to both requisition the shuttle, and account for what happened to the last one. This would be fun.

"Reason for loss of last shuttle: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯"

That would go over great with command. He sat down and tried to come up with good reasons, as well as filling out all the paperwork and forms... in triplicate...
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Re: Mission 1.8: Cubed
« Reply #13 on: February 03, 2017, 05:14:03 pm »
{Bridge}



Then Constance turned, the sort of slow, measured, purposeful, turn one might expect from a teacher when Luke entered.

"Of course Captain She said, her tone all professional, but there was a sparkle under there that Luke had seen when she was talking about something that interested her. Then she saw his uniform.

She began in an admonishing tone but then stopped herself. Her face was that of mild disapproval to a genuine smile.

She finished, distinctly changing what she was going to say.

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Re: Mission 1.8: Cubed
« Reply #14 on: February 03, 2017, 05:26:19 pm »
[Bridge]

Carter stood and extended his hand for a hand shake. "Eh you know it wasn't my choice. You'd have taken that runabout home if it were up to me." He replied in a joking tone. "It's good to see you old friend. Please, take my seat." It was still a bit weird the way people looked at him. He knew it would take quite awhile before anyone was used to the fact that a dead man was now back on the ship like nothing had happened. He grabbed the PADD that had the message on it and quickly sent off a reply.


[Bridge]

Stafford had quite a grip. He warmly returned the handshake and gave the requisite, earth-style two pumps.

"Oh, James, I couldn't take your chair," He said languidly as he did just that, plopping his bony old behind directly into the XO spot. He grinned at Carter. "Oh, maybe for a moment, for old times' sake."

{Bridge}

Then Constance turned, the sort of slow, measured, purposeful, turn one might expect from a teacher when Luke entered.

"Of course Captain She said, her tone all professional, but there was a sparkle under there that Luke had seen when she was talking about something that interested her. Then she saw his uniform.

She began in an admonishing tone but then stopped herself. Her face was that of mild disapproval to a genuine smile.

She finished, distinctly changing what she was going to say.


[Bridge]

Stafford grinned in his jolly way at Lafayette. It made him look like a pirate, despite the finery of his vacation garments.

"I wasn't aware I had been assigned here, captain." The older man said. Seeing Lafayette's stuffy posture and hearing her voice brought back a hundred memories. She was the one who had groomed him for command, a woman so different from himself that it made him reconsider every decision, every word. She was dedicated, analytical, tough, smart, brave, and infuriating all at the same time. She was Constance Lafayette.

"Now," Stafford had to gather himself to stand, two hands on his cane. "I've eaten up enough of your time. If you don't mind, I'll get settled into my quarters for the ride back. Then maybe we could officially catch up. I've got to make my rounds, too."

He headed for the turbolift so they could all see and hear him before saying, "See you for dinner, Connie."

 

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