Conversation with #st_missionroom1 at Wed Jan 25 21:01:51 2017 on VAdmBlackthorne@chat.startrekengage.com (irc)
(21:20:57) VAdmBlackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(21:20:58) VAdmBlackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(21:20:59) VAdmBlackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(21:21:29) VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> As our shuttlecraft door opens, we're met by two burly Orion men.
(21:21:48) VAdmBlackthorne: BOM1> All of you lot going to meet the boss?
(21:22:05) VAdmBlackthorne: BOM1: No, just some of us. The rest are here to shop, like anyone else.
(21:23:09) XO_Capt_TKirr: :: does her best to project a calm demeanor at Blackthorne's side, as best she can at the crowded mouth of the shuttle ::
(21:23:12) VAdmBlackthorne: BOM1> Right. This way for those to see the boss, the rest of you don't get killed.
(21:23:32) SCI_Lt_TLira: :: muses on what incidents would have required that sound piece of obvious advice ::
(21:23:57) VAdmBlackthorne: :: turns to the shopping team as he files out :: You heard the man.
(21:24:11) SEC_1Lt_Kuari: :: watches the two Orion men warily ::
(21:25:17) CEO_LtQuinn: BOM1: Oh, don't worry! The Academy has a class for that. First year seminar.
(21:25:32) VAdmBlackthorne: BOM1> :: smirks ::
(21:26:42) VAdmBlackthorne: BOM1> :: gestures for those seeing Venya to follow ::
(21:26:57) VAdmBlackthorne: :: follows the burly Orion ::
(21:28:05) XO_Capt_TKirr: :: follows Blackthorne, calm but alert ::
(21:28:06) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: shrugs his shoulder holding his phaser rifle and follows along behind the Admiral and the Captain ::
(21:28:16) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: ::Follows behind Quinn and Kuari, trotting along with his cane, as he mused to himself about Orions.::
(21:29:31) NAV_Capt_Harper: :: reading reports on the bridge, having settled into the center seat again after finding it to be initially strange to be sitting in it again ::
(21:29:48) CEO_LtQuinn: :: Waits until the Admiral's delegation gains some distance before turning to his own group, calling up a holographic display from his gauntlet. :: Okay, shopping list!
(21:30:25) VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> The Burly Orion Men lead Blackthorne and company away, up several ramps in a large promenade full of vendors, toward the top.
(21:31:47) SEC_1Lt_Kuari: :: glances at Quinn's display momentarily with both eyes, but then turns her head to watch their surroundings with one of them ::
(21:32:28) VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> The promenade itself is a racuous den of noise, with customers and vendors of every conceivable species trading in various currencies for all sorts of products. Even some Federation tech can be seen changing hands.
(21:32:40) TAC_1LT_Randen: :: Follows the Engineer with his phaser rifle ready to use at a moment's notice. ::
(21:33:00) CEO_LtQuinn: Group: Top of our list is reserve antimatter. I'm confident that if and when we run low, we can find or fashion most anything else, but that one I'd rather not try to jury rig unless there was no other choice.
(21:33:02) SCI_Lt_TLira: :: looks around the promenade, noting the various sorts of people milling about ::
(21:33:22) VAdmBlackthorne: :: notes some interesting smells as they ascend ::
(21:34:20) XO_Capt_TKirr: :: peers briefly at some of the vendor stalls, but for the most part isn't curious enough to pay much attention to their wares ::
(21:34:53) VAdmBlackthorne: :: spies some Scotch, having recognized a specific bottle out of the corner of his eye ::
(21:35:09) SEC_1Lt_Kuari: :: rotates an ear to listen to Quinn while watcing passersby ::
(21:36:42) CEO_LtQuinn: Group: Needless to say, that we don't try to sell. Anything else, we can work with. I'm sending you each a copy of what we have in storage, and how much of it we can actually give away.
(21:38:58) CEO_LtQuinn: Group: Oh, um...and maybe be careful with out bioneural gelpack supply as well. I'm PRETTY sure we can rig up the production facilities onboard, but I should probably talk to sickbay about that one. And that's our game plan! Any questions?
(21:40:11) XO_Capt_TKirr: CEO: Are we not all sticking together?
(21:40:28) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: ::Closes his eyes, although is still listening. Starts sensing around the promenade, seeing a discombobulating array of colours in his mind, but also small spots with no one around, and dark zones that could only be races immune to telepathic sensing...:: Self: Probably Ferengi. ::Sighs.::
(21:41:48) VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> The BOMs lead the Admiral and company through a door into a plush office.
(21:42:22) VAdmBlackthorne: Receptionist> :: hits a comm :: Director, the Atlantis party is here to see you.
(21:42:56) XO_Capt_TKirr: :: folds her hands behind her, looking around the office idly ::
(21:43:06) VAdmBlackthorne: Comm> Do send them right in!
(21:44:26) VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> The door opens to the inner office, and the BOMs gesture while the Orion receptionist looks back down to his computer, disinterested.
(21:45:34) VAdmBlackthorne: :: nods to Wolfe to go first, knowing that he'll want to anyway ::
(21:46:54) NAV_Capt_Harper: :: finishes the reports and leans back in the center seat, the emptier-than-usual bridge reminding her of her days on Beta shift ::
(21:47:09) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: follows closely behind Blackthorne and T'Kirr, doing the one thing that would tell someone who knows him well he's being hyper vigilant - his expression, though muted, shows he's having a very good time at this ::
(21:47:52) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: heads into the office ahead of Blackthorne ::
(21:48:02) VAdmBlackthorne: :: follows along behind his blocker ::
(21:48:20) VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> The inner office is more like a living room than an office, with comfortable seating and plush draperies everywhere. There's even a hookah on the table. Venya Kashar, still clad in leather, is reclining on a couch.
(21:48:50) VenyaKashar: Ian! Welcome back, after all these years! :: flashes a smile :: Why, when I heard you were dead, I was beside myself!
(21:48:53) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: ::Starts to slowly wander off, having taken on a strange limp, tapping his cane around ahead of him; as if he were blind. Yet he calmly sings to himself under his breath.::
(21:49:04) CEO_LtQuinn: We'll be staying more or less together. Within earshot, at least. But we have two guards, don't we? I'm okay with us splitting up a LITTLE to cover more shops.
(21:49:47) CEO_LtQuinn: ::Sighs at Ilaihr:: ENG: Splitting up as long as we have a marine with us, Lieutenant.
(21:50:04) VAdmBlackthorne: Venya: Hi Venya, nice to see you too. Now, how can we help you?
(21:50:43) XO_Capt_TKirr: :: watches Ilaihr a moment, but then turns back to Quinn, making a decision :: CEO: All right. I'll stick with you.
(21:50:49) VenyaKashar: Straight to business is it? Well, that I can certainly respect, but can't I at least offer you and your lovely entourage some tea?
(21:50:50) SEC_1Lt_Kuari: :: watches Ilaihr a moment, but then turns back to Quinn, making a decision :: CEO: All right. I'll stick with you.
(21:50:59) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: does not let his guard down when the door closes behind T'Kirr. ::
(21:51:53) XO_Capt_TKirr: :: shows no sign of being interested in tea from Venya Kashar, politely ::
(21:51:53) SCI_Lt_TLira: :: looking around at the various shops and attempting to determine which is less likely to have exorbitant prices and fees for their goods ::
(21:51:58) VAdmBlackthorne: Venya: No, thank you.
(21:52:04) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: CEO: Most definitely. No saying what could happen to that marine without me.
(21:52:37) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: ::Smile to himself.::
(21:52:45) VenyaKashar: Mm, perhaps not, and none for the Marine either, I imagine. None for your beautiful wife, though? :: eyes T'Kirr ::
(21:52:58) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: eyes the BOMs on the other side of the room with suspicion, almost wishing a fight would break out. Almost ::
(21:53:11) XO_Capt_TKirr: Venya: No, but thank you. :: dips her head ::
(21:53:41) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: is barely listening to the conversation at hand, really only for things like his name and cues that he needs to spring into action ::
(21:53:42) VenyaKashar: Fair enough. Business it is, then. But please, at least have a seat. :: gestures to the plush chairs and couches ::
(21:53:57) VAdmBlackthorne: :: takes a seat on a couch, just to be polite ::
(21:54:06) XO_Capt_TKirr: :: sits next to him ::
(21:54:14) TAC_1LT_Randen: :: Cocks an eyebrow at the Marine comment. :: Hmmm?
(21:54:27) CEO_LtQuinn: SEC: Okay, Lieutenant Syvek...it's Syvek, right? Looks like I'm covered! Please keep an eye on Mr. Ilaihr. A story is inevitable, but please try to keep him more or less on task.
(21:55:18) VAdmBlackthorne: Syvek> Indeed, sir.
(21:55:55) VenyaKashar: Now, we have a few problems that could use a Starfleet touch, I admit.
(21:56:40) VAdmBlackthorne: Go on.
(21:57:42) VenyaKashar: First off, we have more seismic troubles. Years ago, you helped us, and that worked for a time. But the quakes are back, and it's bad for business, you understand. My science staff is certainly limited, as well.
(21:58:03) VenyaKashar: I'm sure that Sovereign-class of yours has amazing sensor capacity and your staff's training must be the best. Can you take a look?
(21:58:56) XO_Capt_TKirr: :: begins to think about the seismic activity, recalling sensor data and what they did last time they were here, and what could have failed ::
(21:59:13) VAdmBlackthorne: Yes, of course. We'll be happy to examine that. Hell, that's the sort of thing we'd do anyway, just to be neighborly.
(22:00:16) SEC_1Lt_Kuari: :: makes sure Ilaihr and T'Lira are with their marine escorts before turning her attention to where Quinn wants to go ::
(22:00:27) VenyaKashar: Splendid! Next, and I know this one you won't like, but I think you'll be willing to accommodate me.
(22:00:53) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: ::Scans for where the best deals can be had, and the best deals can be had from the most malleable traders. Still under the guise of a blind old man, he watches for the little details that signify such as target.::
(22:01:01) SCI_Lt_TLira: :: looks around at the shops before determining the one that would seem to be the best choice and starting to make her way through the crowd ::
(22:01:11) VAdmBlackthorne: :: frowns, but hears her out ::
(22:01:56) VenyaKashar: As you can see, this facility is, well, what would they say on Earth? A hodge-podge of technology from all over the galaxy. We use what we can get to keep the place going.
(22:02:20) VenyaKashar: We have some... shall I say... high-end Starfleet tech that's giving us a bit of trouble.
(22:02:36) XO_Capt_TKirr: :: shares a look with Blackthorne ::
(22:02:47) VAdmBlackthorne: Now Venya... :: starts off, his tone disapproving ::
(22:03:05) CEO_LtQuinn: :: Looks down at Kuari. :: SEC: We'll start with the best lit kiosk or hole in the wall we can find. They may have a higher asking price, but I'm not terribly interested in bargain basement antimatter containment.
(22:03:15) VenyaKashar: Oh Ian, please, spare me the lecture. I know the situation you're in and the rules you're breaking, so break a few more, for me?
(22:04:13) VAdmBlackthorne: :: exhales sharply :: Fine, I'll have my engineers take a look.
(22:04:44) SEC_1Lt_Kuari: CEO: I would agree with you. :: begins to walk alongside Quinn ::
(22:05:16) VAdmBlackthorne: Syvek> :: follows along with Ilaihr, ever alert and on guard ::
(22:05:22) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: ::He can see many aggressive traders, one's set in their ways, unwavering from the set price. Waves a few of them off from his minds eyes, he doesn't have to focus on them anymore.:: Self: Hmmmm...
(22:05:32) VAdmBlackthorne: :: glances sideways at T'Kirr, his displeasure obvious to her ::
(22:05:42) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: <from the set price.>
(22:06:28) VenyaKashar: Wonderful!
(22:06:55) XO_Capt_TKirr: :: doesn't keep the hard look from her eyes, but attempts to be subtle about it ::
(22:07:24) VenyaKashar: The last thing, is, I daresay... :: lowers her voice :: Another unfortunate bit of slave-trafficking has popped up. Nothing so bad as Renzik, but something that the Free Fleets would like dealt with swiftly and decisively.
(22:07:57) TAC_1LT_Randen: :: Follows T'Lira as he scans the crowd, keeping an eye out for possible threats. ::
(22:08:07) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: Syvek: You must relax, dear boy. ::Waves his head side to side, like a snake sensing for a meal.:: You are unsettling the locals.
(22:08:08) VAdmBlackthorne: Now that, we're happy to put a stop to.
(22:08:08) XO_Capt_TKirr: :: furrows her brows and stares at Venya, thinking she had already heard the bad news ::
(22:09:16) VenyaKashar: I thought you might be. It's distasteful even for everyone around here, you know.
(22:10:02) VAdmBlackthorne: Indeed. Well, two out of three problems that we don't mind helping with is better than I though. Assuming that was all of them?
(22:10:34) VenyaKashar: It is! After all, it's not often that I get to enlist the help of a powerful Starfleet vessel, so I have to take full advantage of the opportunity!
(22:10:38) CEO_LtQuinn: :: Gives himself a few minutes to just acclimate to the atmosphere of this place before deciding on a destination. ::
(22:10:43) VAdmBlackthorne: I rather expected that you would.
(22:10:45) CEO_LtQuinn: SEC: I like this place!
(22:11:26) SEC_1Lt_Kuari: :: peers at Quinn before looking around herself, as if with new eyes :: CEO: Why, all the people?
(22:11:39) SCI_Lt_TLira: :: reaches her destination and looks over the wares. Specifically, their prices ::
(22:11:52) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: quietly fires off notes to the team for seismic scans from her unobtrusive spot in the corner ::
(22:12:10) CEO_LtQuinn: SEC: The people, the energy that comes with them, the chaos...hell, the grime! It reminds me of home.
(22:12:15) VenyaKashar: Of course, dear. If you can at least do what you can to help us with these problems, I'll put you in touch with our esteemed leadership.
(22:12:46) VAdmBlackthorne: :: stands :: If that will be all? Can you have the information sent to Atlantis?
(22:12:48) SEC_1Lt_Kuari: :: smiles, still keeping a watchful eye ::
(22:13:13) XO_Capt_TKirr: :: stands with Blackthorne, mirroring him ::
(22:13:25) VenyaKashar: :: also stands :: Of course. And, even though I've got you in a bit of a spot, I do thank you for the help.
(22:14:29) CEO_LtQuinn: SEC: Not QUITE as cozy, of course. Vesta colony DOES have a Starfleet base literally right next door...not that that's quite the security blanket it used to be.
(22:14:47) VAdmBlackthorne: :: nods :: You're welcome. Well, for at least two of your requests. :: smirks ::
(22:15:07) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: heightens his vigilance in this moment, though to anyone outside himself he would seem more relaxed ::
(22:15:18) VenyaKashar: Do try not to dwell on the third, Ian. After all, if things work out in your favor, you'll just be facilitating our friendship.
(22:15:40) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: ::Thinks he may have found a good stall, and slowly approaches, tapping his cane in front on him still and moving his head side to side. Smile as his cane bumps the edge of the stall.::
(22:15:54) VAdmBlackthorne: So I will. We'll be in touch. :: bows his head and moves to the door ::
(22:16:32) SEC_1Lt_Kuari: CEO: I definitely like the energy, too. It's just somewhat...unpredictable. :: turns her head and stretches her neck up, listening to a sound behind them, but it doesn't seem to pose a threat ::
(22:16:39) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: keeps his spot with a great view of the whole room as the Admiral approaches the door ::
(22:16:42) VenyaKashar: Be well! :: smiles and waves ::
(22:16:58) VAdmBlackthorne: :: nods to Wolfe as he passes through the door ::
(22:17:09) CEO_LtQuinn: :: Sighs, having managed to turn his bit of nostalgia nice and depressing. :: SEC: Yeah, it is at that. Well, that's enough for the coffee break. This way. And game face on, if you please.
(22:17:31) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: follows somewhat awkwardly behind Blackthorne and T'Kirr, nodding to Venya respectfully ::
(22:17:58) XO_Capt_TKirr: :: hurries out with Blackthorne, slipping through the door ::
(22:18:09) VAdmBlackthorne: :: heads out of the reception area as well, noting that the guards don't follow ::
(22:18:18) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: with the Admiral through heads to the door himself, finally turning his back on anything there. He steps right behind as T'Kirr passes through, then off to the side to get the best vantage point ahead of Blackthorne before getting within arm's length ::
(22:18:28) VAdmBlackthorne: All: Alright, so fix some tech, stop some quakes, and hunt down another slaver. Not awful in the long run.
(22:19:05) SEC_1Lt_Kuari: :: interprets "game face" to refer to being vigilant in her duty, so she merely complies, continuing to watch those around her and Quinn ::
(22:20:04) VAdmBlackthorne: :: heads down a ramp through the promenade ::
(22:20:12) CSO_LCdr_Wright: CO: I've already sent requests for new seismic scans. :: following ::
(22:20:30) XO_Capt_TKirr: CSO: Excellent.
(22:20:38) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: ::Hums to himself, as he awaits the attendance of a clerk, running his hands over things withing reach.::
(22:21:02) VAdmBlackthorne: CSO: Excellent. Have Atlantis send us down another shuttle. I don't want to wait on our shoppers to finish.
(22:21:49) CSO_LCdr_Wright: CO: Right away, Sir. :: submits orders for another shuttle ::
(22:22:40) NAV_Capt_Harper: :: looks up as the Ops officer reports the need for a shuttle, and nods :: Dispatch one on auto-pilot.
(22:24:41) VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> Shuttlecraft Proteus departs Atlantis, on auto-pilot for the landing area.
(22:24:51) VAdmBlackthorne: :: leads his entourage back to the landing area ::
(22:25:55) VAdmBlackthorne: :: passes by the vendor with the Scotch and keeps walking, arriving just in time to see the Proteus land :: And there's our ride.
(22:26:24) XO_Capt_TKirr: CO: They're probably just getting started.
(22:26:43) VAdmBlackthorne: XO: Indeed. Inform Lt. Quinn that we'll be departing ahead of him on a different shuttle.
(22:27:06) VAdmBlackthorne: :: when Proteus is done landing, he opens the hatch and climbs aboard :
(22:28:00) XO_Capt_TKirr: :: taps her combadge :: *CEO* T'Kirr to Quinn. Our business is finished for now. We're returning to Atlantis aboard the Proteus. Take your time...your shuttle is where we left it.
(22:28:48) VAdmBlackthorne: :: takes the helm and checks everything out as the rest file aboard ::
(22:29:10) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: CO: Sir. Would you like me to stay behind and guard the other shuttle?
(22:29:53) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: strapping herself in to the seat as per protocol ::
(22:30:21) VAdmBlackthorne: :: opens his mouth to say no, then thinks better of it after previous shuttle flights :: Yes. You may, if you wish, swap with one of the Marines in Quinn's party.
(22:31:30) CEO_LtQuinn: *XO* Acknowledged, Captain. Please just let us know if at any point there IS a hurry?
(22:31:46) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: CO: Aye. Consider it done. Have a good flight, sir. :: turns to address T'Kirr :: Ma'am.
(22:32:09) XO_Capt_TKirr: *CEO* Of course. T'Kirr out. :: nods to Wolfe ::
(22:32:21) VAdmBlackthorne: CTO: Thanks, Major. :: closes the hatch after he exits, then lifts the shuttle off after he's clear ::
(22:32:56) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: double checks the hatch from the outside, departs the landing pad, pulls out a tricorder and follows it to the other landing party ::
(22:33:15) VAdmBlackthorne: :: accelerate for orbit, and in a few minutes, Atlantis looms ahead of them :: *Atlantis* Blackthorne to Atlantis, Shuttlecraft Proteus requesting landing clearance.
(22:33:28) NAV_Capt_Harper: *Proteus* Granted, Proteus.
(22:33:31) SCI_Lt_TLira: :: is still perusing the wares at this particular booth, unsure about the prices and the potential for negotiation ::
(22:34:00) SEC_1Lt_Kuari: :: finds herself sniffing the air, being distracted by interesting smells she wishes she could pursue and attempts to ignore them ::
(22:34:10) VAdmBlackthorne: :: flies the Proteus into Atlantis's shuttlebay, sets her down, and opens the hatch ::
(22:34:22) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: could use the comm badges to hone in on the team, but prefers something more unique and finds the one Rucaran life sign ::
(22:35:49) VAdmBlackthorne: :: powers the shuttle down and exits :: CSO: Contact Refuge if they haven't sent us the details already of our "assignments." :: enters the TL :: Bridge.
(22:36:52) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: working busily on her PADD :: CO: Looks like most of the data has been sent over, Sir. Each team is reviewing to see if anything is missing.
(22:37:13) CSO_LCdr_Wright: CO: She does seem to be rather driven about these items, Sir.
(22:37:38) VAdmBlackthorne: CSO: Of course. Like she said, it's not every day you get to force Starfleet to help you.
(22:37:54) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: ::Laughs to himself about Syvek's continued rigidness.: Syvek: You know. I had a pair of Breen Bodyguards who spoke more than you, my boy.
(22:37:57) VAdmBlackthorne: But we need them, so we will.
(22:38:29) CEO_LtQuinn: :: Having found his semi-reputable shop of choice, he nods to Kuari, and strides energetically into the place with a smile. :: Shopkeep: Howdy, friend! Name's Quinn, this is my good friend Kuari, and first off, let's talk about the uniforms! If dealing with Starfleet's a problem, now's the time to say so. We'll turn around, no harm done.
(22:38:58) VAdmBlackthorne: Syvek> ENG: If speech is required, sir, I will oblige, but would prefer to avoid idle pleasantries.
(22:39:12) VAdmBlackthorne: :: exits the TL as it arrives on the bridge :: NAV: Report.
(22:39:32) SEC_1Lt_Kuari: :: stops and watches Quinn's approach carefully, sizes up the shopkeep's reaction, then takes a moment to look around to see if anyone is watching Quinn ::
(22:39:34) CEO_LtQuinn: But I think we both know that the uniform also means we've got top end goods to trade. And I'm pretty sure that's what the next guy'll see.
(22:39:42) NAV_Capt_Harper: CO: All is well, Admiral. :: surrenders the center seat in favor of the helm ::
(22:39:55) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: spots Quinn off in the distance, puts the tricorder away, and makes his way. After a few moments, he gets close. CEO: Lieutenant. Where is the rest of the team? :: looks around expectantly ::
(22:40:12) SEC_1Lt_Kuari: :: hurriedly catches up to Quinn to be introduced to the shopkeep and puts on a toothy smile ::
(22:40:14) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: re-assumes Sci/Ops and begins checking in on the data requests ::
(22:41:42) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: checks the incoming comm :: CO: Encryped message from the Minuteman, Sir. Flagged for you and Captain Harper.
(22:41:43) SEC_1Lt_Kuari: :: catches Wolfe and drags him away from Quinn and the shopkeep :: He's busy. We split up into three teams of two.
(22:42:06) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: Syvek: And even they blended in better. ::Points at muscles he should relax with his cane.:: You will see more, if you look passed the haze... Most of these individuals have some form of personal protection.
(22:42:09) VAdmBlackthorne: ;: smirks :: That'll be Colonel McKnight. We'll take it in the ready room. :: nods to Kate to follow him as he exits ::
(22:42:19) VAdmBlackthorne: XO: You have the bridge.
(22:42:28) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: is quite effectively dragged away and has a moment of respect for Kuari's strength :: SEC: Ah, I see. Do you know which way Syvek went?
(22:42:36) NAV_Capt_Harper: :: re-secures the helm having just unlocked it and follows Blackthorne into the RR ::
(22:42:52) XO_Capt_TKirr: :: nods and takes the center seat, having not yet sat ::
(22:42:59) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: sends the message to the RR ::
(22:43:11) VAdmBlackthorne: :: sits down behind the desk, gestures for Kate to join him on that side of it, and opens the call ::
(22:43:33) NAV_Capt_Harper: :: goes around to the side of the desk she had just gotten accustomed to sitting on, and stands besides the Admiral ::
(22:44:00) VAdmBlackthorne: :: tilts the terminal up a bit and answers the call ::
(22:44:08) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: Syvek: But most of them are traders. Being renowned for shooting clients is bad for busisness. The are those who are off, and do not quite belong. They will be apparent. If you relax, that will react with tension.
(22:44:09) SEC_1Lt_Kuari: :: stands tall on two legs, looking over Wolfe's substantial height :: CTO: That way, up that ridge, but I don't know if they stayed over there. Shall I check in, sir?
(22:44:43) VAdmBlackthorne: Syvek> I assure you that I am well-trained in surveying crowds for potential threats.
(22:45:17) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: SEC: Any reason to keep radio silence?
(22:45:20) ColDougMcKnight: ACTION> As the connection comes to life, an image comes up of McKnight seated at a desk in his office on Minuteman. Space being at such a premium, said office isn't a great deal bigger than Blackthorne's bathroom, but it's HIS, and he looks appropriately comfortable in it.
(22:46:00) VAdmBlackthorne: Doug, glad to see you.
(22:46:07) ColDougMcKnight: Ian! Ah, good, and Kate! Glad you had a minute. Things went as well as could be expected with leather lady?
(22:46:20) NAV_Capt_Harper: :: smiles as McKnight appears on the screen :: Doug!
(22:46:25) SEC_1Lt_Kuari: CTO: I don't have orders for radio silence, no.
(22:46:42) VAdmBlackthorne: Yes, well, you know how Venya is. Still, as well as can be expected, yes. I trust you received my message?
(22:48:09) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: SEC: Ah, very good. :: taps his comm :: *Syvek* Syvek, Wolfe.
(22:48:37) ColDougMcKnight: :: Nods slowly, that being about the only attention he'll pay here to just how grave that message was. :: I did. That's part of why I called. We have a plan in motion. I can't tell you anything about it, on the chance this communique gets intercepted and decrypted, but we have it.
(22:48:37) VAdmBlackthorne: Syvek> *Wolfe* Syvek here, Major.
(22:48:56) SEC_1Lt_Kuari: :: returns to Quinn's side, letting Wolfe do his thing, happy her senior officer didn't seem to mind being dragged ::
(22:49:01) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: ::Smiles.:: Syvek: There are several predators put there, and we aren't just looking for threats. We are looking for opportunities. And your very Starfleet demeanour unsettles the flow of commerce.
(22:49:08) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: *Syvek* What is your current location?
(22:49:27) ColDougMcKnight: I...used to all but make guarantees of our success. We all know I can't do that this time. But I've still got marines with me. I think we'll get it done.
(22:49:30) VAdmBlackthorne: Syvek> *Wolfe* Northeastern promenade with Lt. Ilaihr, sir.
(22:50:01) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: *Syvek* Very good. I'll be right there. Wolfe out.
(22:50:17) VAdmBlackthorne: I am confident that you will. There's no one else I'd trust to ask it from. And I imagine Brooke and AJ are eager to help.
(22:50:42) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: SEC: See you back on the shuttle :: takes off toward the northeastern promenade ::
(22:51:03) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: contacts Refuge for a few missing bits of data ::
(22:51:20) SCI_Lt_TLira: :: is in the process of attempting to barter with the shopkeeper, but not with much success ::
(22:51:21) VAdmBlackthorne: Syvek> ENG: If it does, then it must.
(22:51:33) SEC_1Lt_Kuari: CTO: Aye, sir. :: returns to vigilance ::
(22:51:41) CEO_LtQuinn: :: Luckily for Quinn, an odd look aside, his "strong and assertive" approach doesn't seem to have backfired. Having gotten the attention of the shopkeep, he now pressed his advantage with big, flashy holographic images of the merchandise on offer. Aggressive advertising at its finest...if that intro psych class hasn't failed him. ::
(22:51:58) NAV_Capt_Harper: Be careful, Doug. We owe getting this far to you, and I would hate not to be able to share a drink when this is all over with.
(22:52:21) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: ::Continues to look around. How are the traders supposed to be lured into trying to prey upon him, when there is a shark swimming nearby.::
(22:52:25) NAV_Capt_Harper: :: concern paints her face ::
(22:52:56) NAV_Capt_Harper: :: despite not knowing the details of the obviously dangerous mission they're talking about :
(22:53:03) ColDougMcKnight: ::Manages a suitably cocky grin for Harper.:: You may recall, I've had a fair few try to kill me. Even at my age, it isn't easy.
(22:53:10) XO_Capt_TKirr: CSO: Where are we with the seismic scans? Have we compared them with the archived ones yet?
(22:53:53) NAV_Capt_Harper: :: also grins with a little laugh :: For a select few, it just gets harder with age. :: glances at the Admiral ::
(22:53:54) ColDougMcKnight: And speaking of old farts...Ian. I hope you realize what an asset you have sitting next to you. She didn't just fill your chair. She did the job as well as anyone could have asked. And then some.
(22:54:26) CSO_LCdr_Wright: XO: That comparison is currently underway, Captain T'Kirr, but preliminary results indicate that the patterns have shifted.
(22:55:16) XO_Capt_TKirr: CSO: Very good. I know you'll keep me apprised.
(22:55:52) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: spots Syvek and catches up to him. :: Syvek: You have new orders. Report to the shuttle and make sure nothing happens to it. I'll stay with Lieutenant Ilaihr.
(22:56:17) VAdmBlackthorne: I know. Section 31 picked the wrong person to replace me, from their perspective. But I know how well she did, and how lucky Atlantis is to have her.
(22:56:30) CSO_LCdr_Wright: XO: Of course, Captain.
(22:57:01) VAdmBlackthorne: Syvek> CTO: Aye sir, right away.
(22:57:07) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: ::Thinks long and hard about ducking through a small crowd and losing Syvek's tail for a moment, so he can get down to some nitty gritty, but thinks better of it knowing all too well how Vulcans handle failure of an objective.::
(22:58:13) NAV_Capt_Harper: :: might be blushing, just a little bit :: Thank you both. It was just my duty, in the end.
(22:58:57) VAdmBlackthorne: Syvek> :: makes haste to the landing area ::
(22:59:05) ColDougMcKnight: :: Chuckles. :: See? Duty. Honor. That's what she breathes. Even if it means retreating back to that pilot's chair, and letting the spotlight pass on. Maybe especially if it means that.
(22:59:11) XO_Capt_TKirr: :: begins preparations for the other two matters, doing what she can in Blackthorne's absence ::
(22:59:32) ColDougMcKnight: But make no mistake. She may not have much time in the big chair, but she's got instincts. Use them.
(23:00:47) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: isn't so concerned with the surrounding people but watches Ilaihr like a hawk. Not that he lets it really show.
(23:00:59) VAdmBlackthorne: We will. And you use those that have served you so well to get this done, too. It will be a great help.
(23:01:45) VAdmBlackthorne: Hell, it's a Hail Mary, but it just might be the most important piece of the puzzle.
(23:02:07) ColDougMcKnight: Okay. We're understood. Oh, and you'll find a case of gold pressed latinum on cargo bay two. Part of my "Plan B" if the Vinland thing didn't pan out. By all means, use that too.
(23:02:10) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: CTO: So Mr Wolfe, you have replaced Mr Syvek. Will you be better conversation I wonder?
(23:02:24) VAdmBlackthorne: Syvek> :: returns to the landing area and visually inspects the Triton for tampering, and after finding none, he enters the shuttle and powers it up, running diagnostics :
(23:02:48) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: ENG: That remains to be seen. Depends what we talk about, I guess.
(23:02:56) VAdmBlackthorne: :: chuckles :: That may end up being quite useful, thank you.
(23:03:34) ColDougMcKnight: Then I guess that's it. See you when we're either the conquering heroes, or stone dead. We've all got a lot to talk about.
(23:03:54) VAdmBlackthorne: That we do. You take care, Doug.
(23:04:30) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: CTO: He seemed rather averse to advice of more covert crowd surveillance.
(23:04:34) NAV_Capt_Harper: :: recalls that time in this ready room when Doug was in command, and reminding him that she'd demonstrated her willingness to die for her principles, but hopes she or anyone else she cares about won't have to :: Stay safe, please.
(23:04:42) ColDougMcKnight: :: Smiles:: Semper Fi.
(23:04:49) ColDougMcKnight: :: Kills the connection. ::
(23:05:41) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: ENG: To be fair, have you ever seen a Vulcan not at attention? :: appears to look around but never lets Ilaihr out of his visual field ::
(23:05:48) VAdmBlackthorne: :: shares a look with Kate :: You're not the only asset we have. He's one of a kind.
(23:06:29) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: sees the connection has terminated, and wonders what the conversation was about ::
(23:06:30) NAV_Capt_Harper: That he is. I hope that wherever you are sending him, he makes it back alive.
(23:06:59) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: ::Smiles, then lets out a slight sombre sighs, then laughs again.:: CTO: I have seen many thing, my boy.
(23:07:14) VAdmBlackthorne: He will. :: shares the details of the mission with her ::
(23:07:54) CEO_LtQuinn: :: Having come to the subject of those precious gelpacks, he waves off the shopkeep trying to claim their value is hurt by the lack of people qualified to work with them. :: I'll record a crash course for you. On the house. Besides, once you plug them in, they do most of the thinking for you. That's kinda the point, isn't it?
(23:08:01) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: slowly fixes his gaze on Ilaihr :: ENG: I am sure you have.
(23:08:28) CEO_LtQuinn: :: Manages to keep a straight face throughout that gross, gross, gross oversimplification of the current state of starship computing technology. ::
(23:09:35) NAV_Capt_Harper: It is a perfect combination of ship and crew for what could be the key. Yes, he will pull it off, I am certain. :: nods resolutely ::
(23:10:18) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(23:10:19) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(23:10:20) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SIM