NX Mission: The First Casualty

[D'Vid]

[Mess hall]

"Well, I be sure we have coffee made for your next visit," he said. He left his kitchen. "I'll need a trained guard dog to guard that door from intruders."

D'Vid was doing what he does best. Cleaning up after his mess, the crew mess, and listen to what the others are talking. There was much to be learned by hearing on them.

The view out of the stars outside was nice, but there was something weird. He went to the window. He was staring at some clusters of stars. There was something weird about them. Real weird, but then he had waved it off. It had to be his own eyes. Starting to see things. Or maybe not. It was possible nothing.

He went back to collect some the dishes by crew members who were rude enough to leave them behind. "Most of you were brought in a  civilized manner by parents..." he shook his head.

[Malcolm Adeyemi]

[Space]

Mahak had spoken too soon. A series of subspace disturbances began randomly occasionally appearing, and disappearing on three sides. It appeared to look like a standard energy storm at first glance. While the ship would likely need to change course to a miraculously clear path through the storm, the sensors couldn't get much better in terms of readings. The trip would take them close to a nearby nebula, so Science should be able to gather readings.

Unbeknownst to anyone else on the ship, the Romulan Star Empire had clamed this system. Likewise, nobody on the ship knew of a Romulan Cloaking Device, nor that they were heading into a trap. Similarly, the crew would likely be distracted by the nebula to care about the random subspace noise.

The nebula was visible from warp ahead, out of the mess hall. The distortion of warp made the nebula quite the sight to see.

[Mess]

Thank you, Subcommander. Why don't we take a few readings on that nebula? Looks interesting enough. he said, before turning back to the Major and the Security Chief. He hoped to not have to seperate the two, but if he had to there would be no practices, so the Captain knew that the major would toe the line but not cross it.

[Bridge]

Why did humans insist on exploring of every phenomenon that came across their paths? Their insatiable desire to explore and investigate was almost as boundless as their propensity to get in over their heads. The two were definitely related, as far as Mahak could see.

"=/\=Acknowledged." was all he said. Mahak knew that any amount of warnings wouldn't stave off Tyvon.

"Helm, move us closer to the nebula." The subcommander said to Conley. "And Ensign Jettis, begin scans."

[Ser Conley]

[Bridge]

Why did humans insist on exploring of every phenomenon that came across their paths? Their insatiable desire to explore and investigate was almost as boundless as their propensity to get in over their heads. The two were definitely related, as far as Mahak could see.

"=/\=Acknowledged." was all he said. Mahak knew that any amount of warnings wouldn't stave off Tyvon.

"Helm, move us closer to the nebula." The subcommander said to  Chestnut. "And Ensign Jettis, begin scans."

He moved over the controls swift and agile.  He was surprised at how similar the controls were to his families freighter when he first enter the Academy of course their were some major difference. Like the read out display, and the positioning of the impulse and maneuvering thrusters.  But all in all it was like he never left the Venture.

"Aye aye Subcommander,  change course." And Morris bought the ship out of warp momentarily.  He made the correction and engage warp again.

"On route to the nebula, ETA two minutes 30 seconds.  Should I drop us out of warp when we arrive, or our we sweeping the area as we pass?"  Morris asked.

[Kira Wyman]

[Space]

Mahak had spoken too soon. A series of subspace disturbances began randomly occasionally appearing, and disappearing on three sides. It appeared to look like a standard energy storm at first glance. While the ship would likely need to change course to a miraculously clear path through the storm, the sensors couldn't get much better in terms of readings. The trip would take them close to a nearby nebula, so Science should be able to gather readings.

Unbeknownst to anyone else on the ship, the Romulan Star Empire had clamed this system. Likewise, nobody on the ship knew of a Romulan Cloaking Device, nor that they were heading into a trap. Similarly, the crew would likely be distracted by the nebula to care about the random subspace noise.

The nebula was visible from warp ahead, out of the mess hall. The distortion of warp made the nebula quite the sight to see.

[Mess]

Thank you, Subcommander. Why don't we take a few readings on that nebula? Looks interesting enough. he said, before turning back to the Major and the Security Chief. He hoped to not have to seperate the two, but if he had to there would be no practices, so the Captain knew that the major would toe the line but not cross it.

CMO's Office

Arsenio placed a piece of paperwork in front of him and read through the document which Gabriel had finished. the documents contents was standard to what it usually says, the crewman seemed to be healthy and Arsenio signed the paperwork, placing it onto the pile of already signed paperwork.

Arsenio stood up, picking up a PADD and then checking the list of people who needed to get a medical. As he scanned down the list he stopped at a familiar name and then looked up, walking over to a console in the wall and then tapping it to get its attention. "Computer, locate Captain Tyvon." The computer chirped in acknowledgement and then replied after. 'Captain Tyvon is located in the mess hall.' Arsenio placed the PADD back down onto his desk and then left his office, making his way for the captain so he could bore him into getting a medical.

Mess

Arsenio walked into the mess hall and walked over to Tyvon. "Captain." Arsenio paused for a moment until he finally arrived at Tyvon. "You need to come down to sickbay at some point for a medical, you're due one, sir." Arsenio paused, leaving the captain to think about it for a moment, then continued. "I appreciate that you have more important things to do however, your health is also important. Very important, in fact." Arsenio gave Tyvon a weak grin, he knew, just like most people, he would most likely sigh and ask to do it another time.

[Dylan Torngate]

Mess

Arsenio walked into the mess hall and walked over to Tyvon. "Captain." Arsenio paused for a moment until he finally arrived at Tyvon. "You need to come down to sickbay at some point for a medical, you're due one, sir." Arsenio paused, leaving the captain to think about it for a moment, then continued. "I appreciate that you have more important things to do however, your health is also important. Very important, in fact." Arsenio gave Tyvon a weak grin, he knew, just like most people, he would most likely sigh and ask to do it another time.

[Mess]

As Tyvon waited for Harmon and Major Tom to reply to one another, there was a knock on the door and the Chief Medical Officer entered. "Doctor." he said, standing to meet him. When he heard the directions, he sighed. "Well... can we do it another time? After I've had a few days to get off of this tomato diet that the Chef and the Subcommander have us on?" He asked, an eyebrow raised. Then he thought. He didn't want to have to referee this match between the two of them. So he turned on his heel and looked to the two of them. "Major. Lieutenant. The two of you are to come up with a joint proposal, and if you can't... I'll do it myself." he said, smiling. "Lead the way, Doctor."

[Lena Atwood]

[Mess Hall]

"Well, I suppose if food's the only thing we're griping about, things are going okay." Thomas chuckled, sipping his coffee. "And if you get a pool going on Proctor, I'll throw in my hat for sure."

"Here." He slid a tablet across the table. "The boss is going to try and convince the Captain that we should step up the pace of co-training with the ship's security officers. If he can get approval for it, we're thinking of taking over sections of Deck D thru F to practice anti-boarding drills. It'll be a full scale scenario, complete with opfor and casualties, so I want to make sure we're on the ball. Take a look over that training schedule and let me know which classes you want to teach."

"Well now that's a mighty fine view." Thomas quipped, glancing out of the forward windows. "Although I'm hoping we won't be stopping for more pictures." Weeks of slowly mapping out the last nebula they passed meant lots of work for the scientists. The rest of them were just along for the ride.

[Mess Hall]

"I'll ask around a few of the other guys and see if they want to chip in." She said taking the tablet. "I'm sure Proctor will be a favorite." She started reading down the tablet and the various classes taking place.

"I don't mind taking a few of the range practices. And helping out with the zero G stuff." She sighed. "I imagine they'll send a security member? Complete with a steel rod up their arse too?"

She continued scrolling down the tablet. "You know I stopped watching them on the Niagara, that's literally all we did for 4 months."

[Solluk]

[Mess Hall]

Caught up in the excitement of the two engineers, d'Jada leaned over the table, looking with admiration and open interest between the nebula, Bota, and Grace. She quirked a smile, saying 'Hey, if either of you need to kiss me, I'm open.' She slurped a slug through her lips, which wasn't nearly as seductive as she thought it was.

[Mess Hall]

Bota caught himself leaning towards the young Orion woman before he realized what he was doing.  He was half-way there before he came to his senses, and then tried to play it off as a joke.  "Heh.  Good one.  Well, I'm off back to work.  I hope to see you around, d'Jada."

To Grace he added a, "Commander."

And then, with as much haste as was manageable without a loss of decorum, he walked out of the hall.

Moments later, he was back in Engineering.   Taking a deep breath, he cleared his thoughts from all things sensual.  Or he tried to, at least.  Only the Gods knew how she managed to make those slugs alluring.

[Malcolm Adeyemi]

He moved over the controls swift and agile.  He was surprised at how similar the controls were to his families freighter when he first enter the Academy of course their were some major difference. Like the read out display, and the positioning of the impulse and maneuvering thrusters.  But all in all it was like he never left the Venture.

"Aye aye Subcommander,  change course." And Morris bought the ship out of warp momentarily.  He made the correction and engage warp again.

"On route to the nebula, ETA two minutes 30 seconds.  Should I drop us out of warp when we arrive, or our we sweeping the area as we pass?"  Morris asked.

[Bridge]

"The captain would like for us to be thorough, I believe," Mahak said tightly. "We'll do a full scientific analysis."

Tyvon wouldn't have it any other way, the Vulcan knew. More likely than not they'd be investigating this nebula for the better part of a few days, the humans learning everything they possibly could about a stellar body that was already well known in theory. Mahak shook his head slightly.

[Jettis Jyur]

He moved over the controls swift and agile.  He was surprised at how similar the controls were to his families freighter when he first enter the Academy of course their were some major difference. Like the read out display, and the positioning of the impulse and maneuvering thrusters.  But all in all it was like he never left the Venture.

"Aye aye Subcommander,  change course." And Morris bought the ship out of warp momentarily.  He made the correction and engage warp again.

"On route to the nebula, ETA two minutes 30 seconds.  Should I drop us out of warp when we arrive, or our we sweeping the area as we pass?"  Morris asked.

[Bridge]

"The captain would like for us to be thorough, I believe," Mahak said tightly. "We'll do a full scientific analysis."

Tyvon wouldn't have it any other way, the Vulcan knew. More likely than not they'd be investigating this nebula for the better part of a few days, the humans learning everything they possibly could about a stellar body that was already well known in theory. Mahak shook his head slightly.

[Bridge]

"Aye sir." He responded, moving to start scanning the area more thoroughly. As he did, he was given pause at something that wasn't there before, seemingly appearing out of thin air. Cocking his head, he glanced at them, before looking at their path. "Chestnut, watch out for a sudden energy storm around us. We're on the right path for now, just barely missed it. Heading 83 mark 7 through to heading 285 mark 7. It seems to be on a consistent path but keep an eye out." He told the helm officer, before switching back to his readings on the nebula. From first reports, there didn't seem to be anything remarkable about this nebula. But, there was still time to go, so he switched back to monitoring the sudden and very uncharacteristic energy storm.

[Ser Conley]

[Bridge]

"The captain would like for us to be thorough, I believe," Mahak said tightly. "We'll do a full scientific analysis."

Tyvon wouldn't have it any other way, the Vulcan knew. More likely than not they'd be investigating this nebula for the better part of a few days, the humans learning everything they possibly could about a stellar body that was already well known in theory. Mahak shook his head slightly.

"Aye Subcommander."  Morris said.

[Bridge]

"Aye sir." He responded, moving to start scanning the area more thoroughly. As he did, he was given pause at something that wasn't there before, seemingly appearing out of thin air. Cocking his head, he glanced at them, before looking at their path. "Chestnut, watch out for a sudden energy storm around us. We're on the right path for now, just barely missed it. Heading 83 mark 7 through to heading 285 mark 7. It seems to be on a consistent path but keep an eye out." He told the helm officer, before switching back to his readings on the nebula. From first reports, there didn't seem to be anything remarkable about this nebula. But, there was still time to go, so he switched back to monitoring the sudden and very uncharacteristic energy storm.

"I see them."  He said nodding in conformation, bring the ship out of warp and making some quick course corrections.  "Thank for the heads up, Jettis.  I'll keep an eye out." A few minutes later the Lexington dropped out of warp next to the nebula.

"Holding position 500,000 km from the nebula, Subcommander."  Morris look at the viewscreen, for a long moment.  He'd been in space most of his life. But they we're always moving.  Always trying to make their runs on time.  He'd never had the chance to sit and watch space like this.  The purples and blues move and swirled around each other like tango dancer.  Change position, interweaving with each other.  It took his breath sometimes.

But after his twenty nebula, all he could think was, "Damn this thing is big. We're going to be here awhile."

[Alexander Wu]

[Mess Hall]

"I'll ask around a few of the other guys and see if they want to chip in." She said taking the tablet. "I'm sure Proctor will be a favorite." She started reading down the tablet and the various classes taking place.

"I don't mind taking a few of the range practices. And helping out with the zero G stuff." She sighed. "I imagine they'll send a security member? Complete with a steel rod up their arse too?"

She continued scrolling down the tablet. "You know I stopped watching them on the Niagara, that's literally all we did for 4 months."

[Mess Hall]

"Well, I'm hoping we can rotate their full department through...they're passable with basic tactics and small arms, but if we get caught out on a stroll with them, I don't want to be dragging along deadweight." Thomas chuckled, still gazing out at the nebula as she perused. "Yeah, I was on Wasp for a couple years, spent most of it on patrols or colony visits. Considering how we just spent our past couple months though, I'm ready to get back Earth-side."

A few minutes later the Lexington dropped out of warp next to the nebula.

"Well...merde."

[Jada]

[Mess Hall]

Bota caught himself leaning towards the young Orion woman before he realized what he was doing.  He was half-way there before he came to his senses, and then tried to play it off as a joke.  "Heh.  Good one.  Well, I'm off back to work.  I hope to see you around, d'Jada."

And then, with as much haste as was manageable without a loss of decorum, he walked out of the hall.

'I too. Maybe later-' d'Jada began, but Bota had already beat a retreat. Sighing the sigh of unrequited lust, she stirred her slug salad around her plate. Humans puzzled her. They flirted, they charmed, then they turned coward and ran off. Did they like playing hard to get? Was it her? Human sensitivity to her pheromones really made things difficult.

Anyway, new target. She glanced around, to see if Grace or anyone wanted to talk, when the ship dropped out of warp, the streaks of stars shortening to pinpoints, and the nebula in full view. 'I hope it has more than these red fruit growing in it.'

[Kinley Garrison]

[Cafeteria]
Watching Bota race off back to the engine room, Grace giggled slightly.  "Don't worry, Jada. Human guys are like that a lot. Pheromones or not.  "   She took a bite of her fried tomato.  "Same here. Tomatoes are great, but after a while it gets kind of old."

[Jada]

[Mess Hall]

d'Jada shrugged. 'My ship was once marooned in the Borderland with nothing but wing-slugs and our own waste. That's why Orion ships carry wing-slugs. You never run out of wing-slugs. No matter how much you might want to.' She chewed on said slugs, then decided this was a rather gross avenue of conversation.

'So, uh, anything I should know about human girls?' She quirked a smile for Grace, but shyly looked back to her salad, not sure how to begin.

[Kira Wyman]

[Mess]

As Tyvon waited for Harmon and Major Tom to reply to one another, there was a knock on the door and the Chief Medical Officer entered. "Doctor." he said, standing to meet him. When he heard the directions, he sighed. "Well... can we do it another time? After I've had a few days to get off of this tomato diet that the Chef and the Subcommander have us on?" He asked, an eyebrow raised. Then he thought. He didn't want to have to referee this match between the two of them. So he turned on his heel and looked to the two of them. "Major. Lieutenant. The two of you are to come up with a joint proposal, and if you can't... I'll do it myself." he said, smiling. "Lead the way, Doctor."

Mess

Arsenio grinned when he listened to the captain give an excuse as to why he didn't want to go and do his medical. He had heard a lot of excuses, and this might be near the top of the list of rememberable excuses. "The tomato diet is interesting, I agree. If I see any problems in your health, I'll be sure to take the 'tomato diet' into account." With that, Arsenio looked up at the other men in the room and smiled, simply nodding. "Gentlemen." Arsenio finished before leading the captain out of the mess and towards the turbolift.

Sickbay

As the two men arrived in sickbay, Arsenio lead Tyvon to an empty bio bed and then put his arm out towards it. "If you'd like to sit down." Arsenio said, taking a medical tricorder and then beginning to scan the captain. "So, how have you been enjoying the ship captain?" He asked, making conversation as he did the scans.