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USS T-Durant Mission TDRP1748: " Frankincense, Sleigh Bells & Durant" 191215

The USS Taylorholic Durant is considered to be the Flagship of the UFS Fleet. We are honoured to have Admiral Mike Calhoun as our former CO and as a current crew member, as well as other luminaries. We support UFSA as much as we can and we provide mentorship to the JOOP & CGSD graduate programs.
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PREMISE - "First star to the right" - we have had complaints from Planet Frankincense that three unknown warships have entered their sector and seem to be heading towards their planet, claiming to have been led there by the light of some star. The Durant is ordered to make haste and see if we can resolve the issue. Ship's current location is one sector away, 19.48332 light years. Many of the crew are on shore leave but we're closest so we drew the short straw.

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Hal Jordan (Commodore), Bridge shift commander ((GreenLantern Excelsior))
Rain Elton (Civilian Engineer), Helm ((Rain Torvalar))
Leni (Lieutenant Commander), Science ((Leninah))
Marley Knott (Cmdr), Tactical ((Poison Toocool))

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Hal Jordan looks at the viewscreen with wonder, trying to determine the possible reason for their assignment. Many starships were in "stand down" mode, but Durant was operational with a skeleton crew, so they were assigned to look for...what? They might as well head out for the target location and see what was there. "Okay, let's get going and see what we can find. Helm, lay in a course for...what was it? Oh yes, Planet Frankincense, warp factor six. Science, please analyze the light from their local sun and see if you can detect any anomalous readings. Tactical, please establish communications with the planet and see if we can get an update on their situation."

Rain Elton acknowledges the order, and with deft fingers lays in the course and settings "Aye sir, course laid in, warp six" and her fingers slide upwards on the on the panel as the slight almost unheard rumbling in the floor is the only acknowledgment felt as the ship gracefully leaps into warp space.

Leni looks at the console, seeing stars in more ways than one. The Christmas party was a blast, but was now taking its toll. She hadn't bargained on a surprise mission but was doing her best to hide the after effects. Looking around the bridge, saw an unfamiliar face but didn't want to say anything. Speaking at all was to be avoided. The mission brief sounded highly seasonal and she wasn't entirely sure she wasn't still dreaming! The console was lighting up like a Christmas Tree which she felt might be appropriate, and it looked very pretty too! Responding to Commodore Jordan's request "Aye Sir, analysing now."

Marley Knott raises an eyebrow as his appearance on the Bridge isn't met by the XO, one Commander Evelyn Rieko, but a Commodore. He blinks. Not only was he forced by standing orders to don a uniform - something he detested and only wore for ceremonial occasions when it was absolutely necessary, he couldn't wear his favourite sunglasses with the uniform. On top of that, being as half the crew was on shore leave, and he was 'on duty', so to speak, they'd assigned him to tactical. TACTICAL! He huffed to himself and logged into the terminal. At least he was up with the latest technology. He was usually the pilot of any shuttle or vessel the MIST team used in their recon missions. "Ah, Tactical reports green. Weapons ready but offline. Current alert status, normal. Shields are available. Traffic behind us, bearing two three one, mark four, a freighter and escort heading to Pinastri Prime. Nothing else on scanners now." He nodded to Hal's right shoulder. "Trying to raise them now, Sir." Frowns. "Not receiving a reply. Will continue attempts."

Jordan listens to the bridge crew reports and is once again thankful for their excellent training and professionalism. "Thank you, Helm, please determine our estimated arrival time in the area. And thank you, Science. I am wondering specifically if the star is radiating in a way that would suggest there are valuable elements that could be exploited by unscrupulous traders. Specifically, the Ferengi. There must be something they detected at long range for them to make such an expedition. Tactical, while you keep trying to contact the planet, please access Starfleet Intelligence records to see what we know about the general area where we are going."

Elton taps some keys as she studies what's to come plotting gravitational anomalies in the Frankincense system to avoid, and responds to the query, "At our current rate of speed, I estimate our arrival time to be three hours, twelve minutes and seventeen seconds."

Leni completes her analysis with a little bit of a struggle and reports "Sir, the light from the sun is perfectly normal for that star class. Maybe 2.5% more flares than usual but well within accepted variances. I am detecting nothing to suggest precious metals or crystallines, and if I'm not mistaken the only trace of precious metal is from one of those three ships! I have no idea why anyone would travel specifically to come see it? Checking for any other anomalies in the vicinity Sir." Listens to the background sounds on the sensors. "Sir I am picking up a strange sound though." Listens more closely. "I can't make it out, I mean there should be no sound in space so this is extremely puzzling ! Trying to fathom it out."

Knott: =^= Frankincense Planetary Operations, this is the USS Taylorholic Durant. We are responding to your request for assistance, and are on route to you now. Please acknowledge. =^= He shook his head as the message was repeated on all channels and did not appear to engender a response. "Seems odd, Sir, that they'd beg us for help and then not respond to our message. Now there could be some sort of spatial interference - science could advise if the star's radiation is interrupting comms. Or perhaps it's something more nefarious. Like luring the Flagship to that area." He nodded to himself, "Already checking LCARS Sir. Frankincense seems to be a peaceful planet, all reports seem to say they are friendly to outsiders and they even have applied for membership in the Federation. It was denied as they still have an issue with equality between races on their planet. Some pay far more tax than others."

Jordan responds to the updated reports. "Thank you, Helm. That seems to be a nice, safe approach speed, so we can continue with that unless we discover something that means we need to speed up. Science, that's a very interesting and unexpected phenomenon, sound in space. Can you put it on speaker so we can all hear it? Tactical, I guess there is nothing we can do about tax inequality, but we are still in the dark about why the planet is a target for these three warships."

Elton concentrates on her station, making sure everything is as it should be and notes a slight deviation and quickly adjusts the heading noting that it created a 0.003 second delay to the arrival time and decides it's negligible enough it doesn't need to be brought to the Commodore's attention and simply acknowledges with a "Sir."

Leni continues flicking at buttons on the console, working to find out why she hears sounds in space from the sensors. Her head feeling like it's clearing, but nervous about reporting any more in case she is imagining it! After listening and running verification routines she finally has to declare "Sir ... urmm ... I don't know how to say this ... However there IS a sound out there! ... I know it's supposed to be impossible I know, but I've checked it several times and there ARE sound waves traveling in the vacuum of space ... and what's even more weird is the sound is identifiable now." Pauses with a look of concern and disbelief on her face, looking scared to say any more. Her finger over the button to route the sound to the bridge speakers "One minute sir." After a few minutes the sounds of sleigh bells echoes around the bridge as she shrugs her shoulders. "I know I know! But that's what's there!"

Knott raises an eyebrow at Science's statement that it's impossible for sound waves to travel in space. After all, humans heard 'radio waves' from space centuries ago on Earth. However, he acknowledged that most communications these days took place via subspace. "I don't like the sound of that, or this situation Sir. May I suggest Yellow Alert?" He frowned at his console, "There's really nothing odd or strange about the planet. I suggest perhaps we focus on the star, and the three ships that appear to be following its trajectory. Although we are some distance from the planet, the star appears to be moving at an incredible speed, and the three ships following it will therefore intercept with us... if they maintain current speed and direction... in short order."

Jordan watches the Helmsman deftly correcting the ship's course slightly. It appears that she is a perfectionist, as the course change didn't appear on the viewscreen. Good enough. He listens to the unexpected sounds echoing around the bridge. "So how are these sounds propagating through a vacuum, Science? It was always my understanding that sound waves required a medium to be transmitted, like a liquid or a gas, or even a solid. Are they coming out of subspace, possibly? Or are we traveling through a dense gas cloud?" He turns to the Tactical Officer. "Thank you, Tactical. If we maintain this course and speed, how soon will we intercept those ships? And yes, please activate Yellow Alert and stand by to open communications with the little convoy of warships."

Elton is tuned into what the Science Officer is saying and anticipating what may happen, brings up the computer's estimated location of where the anomaly is originating and plots a course and best speed. But the computer can't seem to make a positive estimate, and a very close observer might actually see a Vulcan frown ever so slightly. Bringing up a secondary screen, she then plots an estimated trajectory specifically to the star and the three ships that Knott is currently tracking.

Leni: Feeling embarrassed and in some kind of traumatic shock at what's happening as she continues to attempt to pinpoint exactly where the impossible is originating from. Responding to both the Commodore's correct assertions with a clarification "Yes Sirs, correct, radio waves, light waves, radiation, can all travel through the vacuum of space but not airborne sound waves. I'm afraid that these are very clearly airborne sound waves and yes I know there is no air out there but they aren't radio or radiation or anything other than sound waves!" Then suddenly she stops, frozen as her eyes lock onto a thing on the top of her console. She winces a bit as she pinches herself, whispering maybe louder than she intended. "This is crazy, this has to be some sort of a joke you're all playing on me, who put that there?" Points directly at a perfectly formed unmistakable mince pie sat on the edge of her console. "Come on guys, this isn't funny! Who put that there? It wasn't there a minute ago!"

Knott takes a deep breath. He's usually the one giving orders. Now he has to listen and acknowledge. "Sir, if we maintain course and speed, and they maintain course and speed," he pauses for a moment, thinking about the math exams of his youth, if a bee was travelling at warp six and a shuttle was travelling at warp two, and they both started their journey ten light years away from each other, at what time index would the bee be obliterated? He ran it through the computer to check, and reported: "Thirty two minutes, five seconds." Then he pressed the button on his console to start the Yellow Alert alarm. "Yellow Alert aye. Shields at maximum." He couldn't help himself, as he worked he hummed some ancient tune about sleigh bells ringing.

Jordan listens to the Science Officer, wondering if the sound of sleigh bells has unhinged her mind. He looks in the direction that she is pointing and sees an object, but he can't make out its shape or size. "Helm, plot a course to intercept those ships and keep it updated. Our mission and assignment is to travel to Planet Frankincense, but we may need to use force on those ships if we determine that they are hostile. Science, I see something where you are pointing, but can't quite make it out. What do you see? Tactical, thank you, please hail those ships when we get within communications range." Hearing the bells, he is reminded of an old song that they used to sing in school.

We three kings of orient are,

Tried to smoke a rubber cigar.

It was loaded, and exploded,

And that's why we are so far.

Elton quirks an eyebrow as Leni starts to exclaim about a pie, but doesn't let that distract her from her station wondering about humans and their 'jokes'. She's tried to understand and has done some research into that strange thing called 'comedy' but came away with as much understanding as she did when she started. As the yellow alert comes on she adjusts for the power draw of the shields and keeps the ship at the same relative velocity and is actually impressed that the ship's computer is almost able to do it without input from her. Responding quickly, she pulls up the course she had already plotted ahead of time anticipating her commander, and overlays it over their current one, "Aye sir, alternate course plotted."

Leni taps on her console a little harder in obvious frustration as the sound of sleigh bells gives way to musical sequences that are way too high for the human ear to discern properly "Oh no!" she says with an audible groan "I really am going to regret doing this, I just know it!" as she tinkers with the receiver and adjusts the frequency modulation converter and the sound of a well-known earth Christmas Carol tunes in, complete with vocals, and starts flooding the bridge "We three kings of Orient are, Bearing gifts, we traverse far, Field and fountain, Moor and mountain, Following yonder star." She looks around at the bridge with her jaw dropped in amazement "Don't say it, I know I know that can't be possible! You MUST be having me on here !!" Her eyes now looking rather fondly on the glistening juicy looking mince pie as she whispers over to helm "Did you put brandy in that pie?"

Knott blinks as he hears the science report, but tries to keep himself on point: "Sir, comms channel open to those three ships. By the way, they seem to be Orient class explorers. Crew compliment is small, perhaps fifty on each ship. I believe they probably come from Planet Myrrh, the Commiphora race. They are known to be excellent healers. But they are also known to be a little... shall we say, 'spacey'. They get attached to bright objects. Shiny things go missing when they are around. I hope they don't think they can lasso that star and take it home." He checked scanners, "Besides the Frankincense system, the star, and the three Orient class vessels, I'm reading a small passenger ship, about one light year off our port bow. Their trajectory seems to be taking them to the planet, but they are at impulse only, it will take them ages to get there."

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Jordan was going to clarify his order to the Helmsman, but he was impressed when she understood what he meant and didn't do what he said. The Science Officer whispers something to the Helmsman, but all he can hear is "brandy" and "pie." He resolves to keep an eye on Science. Maybe she had some telepathic power. He hadn't spoken his song lyrics out loud, but now the tune with the original lyrics was heard over the bridge speaker system. This was beginning to be spooky. "Tactical, thank you for the report on the origin of the warships. Hail the ship that's running at impulse and see if they need our help."

Elton had noted the ship on impulse as we rocketed past it, but mostly as a navigation hazard to avoid. Still wondering about humans, she pulls up a small screen to the right and does a quick query into the origins of the sounds coming from the speakers and notes it's an ancient human song. She then does the equivalent of a shrug which has no outward appearance and returns to being ready and anticipating what the commander needs before he knows he needs it

Leni furtively scans the database for all possible explanations for these phenomena. Delusions – No not including a Vulcan and several officers that are usually sane ... she pauses ... ok most officers that are sometimes sane ... Holo projections – nope, no signs of any such intrusions. The entity known as Q – OK that's the most likely so far but a joke ok that's got to be the most probable by far but she usually knows when someone is playing a joke they aren't that great at keeping it quiet. At which point she feels the mince pie calling to her and has to positively stop herself from reaching out to it!

Knott: Among other things, like, trying to stay focussed on his job, Marley had to deal with music blaring over the bridge loud speakers, the science officer acting just a tiny bit odd, three ships ignoring his hails, and a passenger ship, identified as the Urusalim, carrying two passengers and some livestock. =^= Urusalim, this is the Federation Starship, USS Taylorholic Durant. We note your warp drive is offline. Do you need assistance?" =^=

URUSALIM: =^= Oh thank goodness. Yes! We need help! My wife is in labour and we won't reach Frankincense in time! It's our first child! I don't know what to do! Help! =^= In the signal was the sound of goats bleating and cows mooing and a women saying something like ' <Joseph? I told you not to buy this ship!! Piece of junk! What a mess! *groans*' >

Jordan looks around at the bridge crew. Helm was okay, performing duties with Vulcan efficiency. Tactical was not having hallucinations either, which meant that ship security would be fine. "The Orion class ships don't appear to be hostile, even though they are not responding to our hails. But the Urusalim needs our help immediately. We can't leave them out here, especially with a medical emergency on board. Helm, change course to intercept the Urusalim and come to a stop within transporter range. Tactical, prepare to beam the man and his wife directly to sickbay."

Elton just concentrates on her console and is already changing course before the commander finishes his sentence, "Aye, course engaged, twelve minutes, fifty two seconds to intercept. If I may? If we raise speed to warp 8.2 we can cut that time to just three minutes, two seconds for transporter range if you believe it necessary."

Leni hears the comms channel and gasps! Then looking out of the viewscreen, sees the star looking much brighter than before. "Helm! How much closer are we to that star now? It looked a hundred times brighter than before!" Checks the sensors for luminosity readings and emissions. "Sir, the star must be going supernova, but it can't be, but that's what it looks like on sensors and the view screen!" She determines this cannot be real. "Sir, permission to take a shuttle out there, I can only conjecture this is something wrong with the ship and we're detecting things that just aren't there, maybe another perspective and vantage point will clarify?" Ignores the comms from the medical bay saying they had no room left for more patients as just too much way too much !

Knott: "Aye Sir, standing by to beam the passengers to sick bay, but just a reminder it's Intern Bob Achoo on duty today..." he said nothing more. But Bob was next to useless at least half the time. Just then his console beeped. Perhaps it had beeped before but he'd missed the beat because the sleigh bells and other sounds had covered it up. "Oh, finally a signal from the lead Orient vessel, Sir." He listened and nodded, "They acknowledge our signal, say they are just passing through this sector, in pursuit of the star... and they add that, they are a hospital ship and could take the two passengers aboard if we wish." He looks up at the viewscreen and his mouth goes into a little 'O' at the size of the star.

Jordan hears the Helmsman's projections and appreciates her efficiency. "Very well, Helm, increase speed as necessary to achieve an early rendezvous." He listens to the Science Officer, who sounds increasingly unhinged, and wonders what is going on inside her head. "Science, let's monitor the star from here and not put a shuttlecraft at risk." He hears the Tactical Officer's report and sighs in relief. Technician Achoo was notably bad at his job, so the hospital ship sounds like a better choice. "Tactical, message the Urusalim and the hospital ship and arrange to have them rendezvous and transport the victims."

Elton brings the ship up to speed and updates the time. "Two minutes three seconds to intercept" and job done, quickly glances over to the science officer and can't understand the panic in her voice but turns back and has to acknowledge what the viewscreen and sensors are telling her as well. She then does a background diagnostic to verify sensor readings and for one of the few times in her life is actually confused. Not sure what to do, she plots an escape vector as a backup plan.

Leni feels her head spinning again in an unreal daze as she acknowledges the decision to not use the shuttle. The star now filling the viewscreen and she confirms what everyone must have realised. "Sir, if that thing blows, we have no chance of getting far enough away in time now!" At that moment the star fades back to its original state and once again she finds herself gasping and trying to avoid expletives. "No! How! GAHHHH." Once again she checks the console. "I don't know how" a moment to ponder how often she seems to be saying that "But all sensors report the star has returned to normal. Seen from afar, this would look like a very clear blinking effect and would distinguish this from other stars out here."

Knott: "Aye Sir. The lead Orient ship - the Magi - acknowledges, and is slowing to intercept the Urusalim. They are large enough to take the passenger vessel into their shuttle bay. Joseph and his wife (Marie) are much relieved and send their thanks to us." He checks his sensor readings, "I do have to confirm that Science did read the star right, it did grow to an immense size and appeared to be ready to go supernova, but now it has shrunk again. I suggest we warn all populated areas in its path to take care and batten the hatches as a star with that kind of variable size and mass could create some havoc in a populated system with populace on planets that might perish if it approached."

Leni decides that this is truly inexplicable, a profound conclusion for a scientist, but there seem to be no explanations available to our rules and scientific understanding of the universe. She looks around the bridge and says out loud "I am going to have great trouble with my shift log today!" With a feeling of serene acceptance she looks at the pie one last time then reaches out and eats it!

Knott: "Sir, I can report that the Magi has intercepted the Urusalim, taken care of Marie, and mentioned a party in their lounge, called the 'ThereisRoomattheInn' to celebrate the birth of a child. A girl."

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Hal Jordan (Commodore), Bridge shift commander ((GreenLantern Excelsior))

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Rain Elton (Civilian Engineer), Helm ((Rain Torvalar))

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Leni (Lieutenant Commander), Science ((Leninah))

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Marley Knott (Cmdr), Tactical ((Poison Toocool))

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So I'm finally getting caught up from the holidays. I want to thank you guys for letting me join in on an impromptu roleplay and me not even a member of UFS at that point; it was quite fun! Even if the whole "post in order" thing was odd to me, I tried my best to keep up. After taking some academy classes recently, the one thing I learned the most since this RP was that whomever is 'running' the ship should be addressed as Captain. I was saying Commodore as I was kind of clueless of rank at that point and that's what was hovering over Hal's head ;)

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It was great to have you. We'll get you briefed on the confusingness of ranks and titles in due course *grins*

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