Mission 9 - Year 1 - Here Be Dragons (Recon)
Jan 1, 2018 20:01:44 GMT
Post by Gheskori on Jan 1, 2018 20:01:44 GMT
Ghes nodded, more than satisfied with the outcome considering that the sphere had possibly been on the verge of destruction and that the response from said sphere - while far from cordial - had been ambiguous enough to allow for a positive interpretation, "Their last words were a thank you," he said, "That's a sign of hope for good future relations." There was nodded agreement.
"Ok, you all know what's required, but I'd like to outline three primary tasks," he said, turning to the bridge officers at large, "First, damage containment and repair, Clark in beginning repair work please liaise with Commander Yarwood to determine what's required in the way of equipment and resources.
"Yarwood and Tomal, if you would start efforts to decipher the rest of the ion sphere beings' language, using linguistic comparison... umm, analysis of intonation in the voice, even delving into the databanks for a primer on Hungarian history if you must.
"Hood, work with Clark in coordinating the repairs to the port-forward torpedo tubes and forward tractor emitters; suggest what you believe to be the priorities there and have him work in that order unless other solutions present themselves."
"Colonel Tavik, see to the confinement of our Ferengi prisoner from the tug Amto."
<Tag Clark, Hood, Tavik>
He entered his ready room and began preparing a report for the Starbase on what'd occurred here, how the Enzio - and perhaps the Section 47 remnant as a whole - had made first definite contact with a new people out here in these dark reaches. A message was waiting him on his personal console; he swung into his seat and rotated the screen towards him: a priority message and update from Starbase. It seemed the El Salvador was in final preparations for departure, still docked but the crew in the last stages of mission briefings; the first tug was of course still unaccounted for, the El Salvador would track it and the newly warp core-equipped Amto down; the conspiracy - as it was believed to be - to kill Tetsutaro was still very much an issue, Intelligence officers had been dispatched to infiltrate lower levels of the Starbase in search for those responsible and to avert further attacks.
Sending his own report on the tugs - how the Amto had escaped, sans the Ferengi now sequestered in the Enzio brig - Ghes made his way back to the bridge in somewhat elated mood and headed for the turbolift. "Sir?"
He turned, seeing the expectant and slightly confused faces of several of the bridge crew; it seemed they'd been this way since he'd entered his ready room. "Are we making for... home, sir?"
He smiled, "Yes, we're making for home." He entered the lift; indeed, Starbase 47 was their definitive home now and had really been their shore dwelling since before the disaster, the place every Section 47 starship returned to between assignments or multiple assignments. However, being in this forsaken darkness, far beyond the edges of known space, subtracted their originary homes from consideration and brought the reality of SB47 as their true abode into stark and brutal relief.
Comming the bridge as he reached his quarters, he said what he should've added on the bridge, =/\=Helm, this is Gheskori, set course for Starbase 47, warp 8. Communications, call ahead, have them prepare a berth for us that'll facilitate faster repair.=/\=
<Tag Bridge possibly>
Ghes entered his quarters and experienced the pang of absence, the element of consciousness made conspicuous by the gap and nothingness it left in the dimly-lit visage of his rooms... his third wife was absent from the ship and on the Starbase.
OOC: We'll run this thread for a few more days, perhaps a week depending on replies, and will then move over to the Starbase. Let's wind down from the mission with some leisure posts and evaluation of what we've done via the tags above. Everyone respond if you can
"Ok, you all know what's required, but I'd like to outline three primary tasks," he said, turning to the bridge officers at large, "First, damage containment and repair, Clark in beginning repair work please liaise with Commander Yarwood to determine what's required in the way of equipment and resources.
"Yarwood and Tomal, if you would start efforts to decipher the rest of the ion sphere beings' language, using linguistic comparison... umm, analysis of intonation in the voice, even delving into the databanks for a primer on Hungarian history if you must.
"Hood, work with Clark in coordinating the repairs to the port-forward torpedo tubes and forward tractor emitters; suggest what you believe to be the priorities there and have him work in that order unless other solutions present themselves."
"Colonel Tavik, see to the confinement of our Ferengi prisoner from the tug Amto."
<Tag Clark, Hood, Tavik>
He entered his ready room and began preparing a report for the Starbase on what'd occurred here, how the Enzio - and perhaps the Section 47 remnant as a whole - had made first definite contact with a new people out here in these dark reaches. A message was waiting him on his personal console; he swung into his seat and rotated the screen towards him: a priority message and update from Starbase. It seemed the El Salvador was in final preparations for departure, still docked but the crew in the last stages of mission briefings; the first tug was of course still unaccounted for, the El Salvador would track it and the newly warp core-equipped Amto down; the conspiracy - as it was believed to be - to kill Tetsutaro was still very much an issue, Intelligence officers had been dispatched to infiltrate lower levels of the Starbase in search for those responsible and to avert further attacks.
Sending his own report on the tugs - how the Amto had escaped, sans the Ferengi now sequestered in the Enzio brig - Ghes made his way back to the bridge in somewhat elated mood and headed for the turbolift. "Sir?"
He turned, seeing the expectant and slightly confused faces of several of the bridge crew; it seemed they'd been this way since he'd entered his ready room. "Are we making for... home, sir?"
He smiled, "Yes, we're making for home." He entered the lift; indeed, Starbase 47 was their definitive home now and had really been their shore dwelling since before the disaster, the place every Section 47 starship returned to between assignments or multiple assignments. However, being in this forsaken darkness, far beyond the edges of known space, subtracted their originary homes from consideration and brought the reality of SB47 as their true abode into stark and brutal relief.
Comming the bridge as he reached his quarters, he said what he should've added on the bridge, =/\=Helm, this is Gheskori, set course for Starbase 47, warp 8. Communications, call ahead, have them prepare a berth for us that'll facilitate faster repair.=/\=
<Tag Bridge possibly>
Ghes entered his quarters and experienced the pang of absence, the element of consciousness made conspicuous by the gap and nothingness it left in the dimly-lit visage of his rooms... his third wife was absent from the ship and on the Starbase.
OOC: We'll run this thread for a few more days, perhaps a week depending on replies, and will then move over to the Starbase. Let's wind down from the mission with some leisure posts and evaluation of what we've done via the tags above. Everyone respond if you can