TDRP2215: "And Just Like That..." (220423)

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 are para-RPers and storytellers. Using live, in-the-moment chat, we listen, read, respond, and create a new story as a collective of writers jamming on a theme. We are given a context – a place to begin and then improvise together what happens next, and what happens after that… and where does that take us.
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Sat April 23, 2022
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MISSION TDRP2215
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STARDATE:
220423
CREW START TIME: 9:00am SLT

LOCATION TO MEET: Durant Bridge
RP STARTS: Durant Bridge

WHAT TO WEAR:
UFS Duty Uniform
Durant Chat Relay
Phasers

MISSION LEAD/GM: Fleet Captain Evelyn Rieko

POST ORDER: Will be decided, and posted, by the Mission Leader just prior to mission start (and sometimes adjusted in the RP if necessary).

ARRIVING LATE? Ensure to enter the scene in a logical manner.
NEED TO LEAVE EARLY? Justify your exit.

SITREP: Suddenly everything has changed! We were enjoying our shore leave and then suddenly... we weren't. Some of  the crew members are suddenly back on the bridge of the Durant, and some are not. None of the Durant crew realizes things have changed. I, the Durant's Commanding Officer Fleet Captain Evelyn Rieko am on the ship as a civilian passenger, along with my husband, the former Commanding Officer of the Durant, James T. Hode. We are being taken to the planet Cronon. The Mission is listed as Top Secret so no details were given to the Durant's Commanding Officer or the crew. A few crew members remember Captain Hode as a Former CO of the Durant and Evelyn Rieko as former XO, but many of the current crew members came aboard after the two had resigned and left the ship, so most of the crew do not know them.

The Durant's XO, Captain Hal Jordan is now the Commanding Officer of the Durant,  Dr. Narek Siva'nek, Vice Chief Medical Officer is now the XO, Rear Admiral Zania Turner, LTjg Ginrai Yamabushi, LTjg Sandra Lacrima, Ensign Syl Caproni , and Crewman 1st Class Dan Hunsaker are back on the bridge, but... different.  Major Elsa Mitchell and LTjg Selina Otsuka have vanished.

What caused this change? Who caused it and why? Can it be corrected and reversed? Only a few people know that things have changed, and they are working to find the answers to those questions and return everyone back to their normal true lives. Everyone else is oblivious to the fact that this is not the way things should be. They believe everything is fine, and that this is our normal reality.

The Durant's current assignment is to take the two civilian passengers James T. Hode and Evelyn Rieko-Hode to the planet Cronon, which is in a war zone. The war rages on between the planets Cronon and Tramlu with thousands dying. Cronians call the war "The Rebellion", but Tramulans call the war "The War for Independence".  This mission is Top Secret, so the CO and the crew of the Durant do not have any details on why the two civilians were given clearance and approval by the Federation and Starfleet Command to go into this dangerous area, to the planet Cronon.

The planet Tramlu has been under the rule of the planet Cronon for centuries, but so much time has passed and the people of Tramlu have grown and evolved and they no longer want to be under the rule of Cronon. They want their independence, and petitioned Cronon for it! The petition was denied.

Cronon does not think Tramlu can govern itself after centuries of having Cronon taking care of them. The Precia (Queen) and governors of Cronon do not understand why Tramulans are not content. Cronon would not give Tramlu their freedom, so Tramlu is fighting for it.

The two planets are in the Talaiporía system.

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CAST OF CHARACTERS
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Thera Zh'qoloq (Cmdr) Chief Medical ((Evelyn Rieko))
Hal Jordan (Captain), CO ((GreenLantern Excelsior))
Narek Siva'nek (Lt. Cmdr), XO ((narayansivananda))
Sandra Lacrima (Ensign), Tactical
S'Lina (Centurian), Helm ((Selina Otuska))
Grimalkin Hunsaker (Cadet), Science ((Dan Hunsaker))
Syl Caproni (Ensign), Operations
Zania Turner (RAdm), COMS-ENG Specialist
Evey Riley (Ensign), Medical Officer ((Evey45))
Ginrai Yamabushi (Lieutenant JG), Engineering

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Left to right, back row: Yamabushi, Caproni, Turner, Riley
Left to right, front row: S'Lina, Siva'nek, Jordan, Zh'qoloq, Hunsaker
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Doctor Thera Zh'qoloq sat in her chair, and tapped her PADD, with an innate gracefulness one did not usually associate with Andorians. She looked through her notes on each of the new officers that were joining the Bridge crew. She had their medical histories transmitted into the LCARS in sickbay and she had access through her PADD. She looked to her Commanding Officer and said, "Captain Jordan, the medical staff and I were quite busy for a while in sickbay performing Fit-for-Duty Exams on the new officers arriving onboard,"  Her hair fell forward across her shoulder and she pushed  her hair  back behind it. She was considering getting a haircut soon. She continued, "Sir, we have the Romulan Officer from the Officer Exchange Program, I'm excited about that. The program is very good and fosters a better understanding between the different races and planets. She is S'Lina, a Romulan Centurion. I am looking forward to speaking with her more. Thera was about to welcome S'Lina to the ship, but realized that was the CO and XO's duty first, “ and we have the new Cadet also, Grimalkin Hunsaker, and Ensign Sandra Lacrima. "Oh, and Sir you are overdue for your quarterly check up exam as well." She looked back down at her PADD... she hoped going into this war zone would not result in sickbay overflowing with wounded. She hoped the Durant would stay out of those planets' business, as the Prime Directive instructs.

Hal Jordan looked around at the Bridge crew. 'Pretty sharp looking troops today,' he thought. Durant was enroute to a planet called Cronon, but beyond that he knew little about her mission. Another confidential assignment, and that was just fine with him. His right shoulder ached from the old Bajoran phaser burn, as it did on most days. He grimaced slightly, hoping no one would notice that he was moving it around, trying to loosen it up. "Understood, Doctor, thank you. I will schedule an appointment with you at my earliest opportunity after this watch is over. Welcome to all the new Durant crew. You've joined the finest ship in the fleet!" To distract himself, he turned to watch the viewscreen and spoke to the Bridge crew. "Well, it's another Fine Starfleet Day. Every meal a banquet, every mission a parade! I hope everyone is ready for some excellent covert action today. All stations report your status, please."

Narek Siva'nek quietly reads the data information populating my console. I have read the briefs on the planet Cronon and Tramlu and the current situation. I wonder why we are flying right into a hot war zone, but this mission is highly classified and I am sure will be revealed as time passes. I eye the new Romulan Centurion curiously, my eyebrow raises in piqued interest without my realizing it. "Sir, all is well. I have reviewed the status of the crew's compliment. I welcome our new passengers and exchange officer. Welcome to our new Cadet Hunsaker as well."

Sandra Lacrima rubbed over her rank pin and had the feeling that something was missing, but she couldn't tell what. She then shook her head and with it her thoughts off and focused on her duty. With several wipes and taps, she fetched the needed information and reported to Captain Jordan. "Tactical and Security systems are operating in normal range. Shields and weapons systems are fully available if needed, Sir." She let her fingers slide over the screen and then looked at her fingertip, then nodded to acknowledge the cleanliness of the console. Since she had taken that position at Tactical she had, in contrast to her predecessor, always paid attention to keep her workspace nice and tidy.

Evey Riley looked at the screen while pondering about the civilians. Something with one of them was wrong, she had the strange feeling something was happening. She turned to Doctor Thera and handed her the results while waiting for the next step or to re-run the analysis. They were strangely familiar but she couldn't recall why.

S'Lina looks around her curiously, trying to remember the bridge officers names as she goes along. She taps on the panels, reading the text on the screens, going over them slowly as she gets used to the Federation English displays instead of her own language. S'Lina looks over her shoulder, having heard her name mentioned, she nods to the Doctor then glances around the faces on the bridge. She has volunteered for this Exchange program, to know more about these Starfleet people. As her father has said to her before she left, "Go find out more about them, know their weaknesses and strengths, it will greatly help the Tal Shiar to complement the inadequacies of our allies." The young Romulan officer looks over to the man in command of the ship then reports. "The ship is travelling at Warp 9. Propulsion systems are operating at normal levels. ETA to Cronon would be one hour... and 17 minutes, Sir."

Grimalkin Hunsaker: Being assigned to the flagship for On the Job Training was intimidating enough. Being assigned bridge crew duties was more so. Even though they'd already experienced being in Starfleet before, that was as an enlisted person, and they'd opted out of continuing with that experience until Dan had been killed in action. Now here they were, back on the ship that had spawned them, and this time in officer training. It honestly felt ... dirty, after 20 years as a civilian holotech repair person, to join the officer corps, but it was what the Fleet needed, and they'd been all but drafted into service again anyway, so ... what was the harm, really? In any case, everyone seemed familiar enough, though they weren't sure even Dan had met the ship's civilian passengers before their untimely demise. All that would have to wait, though. For the moment, they needed to report on station status. "Science systems operating at nominal. Sensors on alert sweep, per orders. Standing by for further orders. Sir!"

Syl Caproni looked up from his console as the doctor spoke from somewhere behind him. As she mentioned "exams," he tensed under his tunic. The new officer side-eyed the Romulan sitting to starboard, and wondered how this exchange system worked. If he had the chance to serve on a Romulan ship, he's not sure he would be that happy. His newest orders, to serve on the Durant, made him extremely happy indeed. She was reputed to be the first ship of the line, the best and brightest. Caproni felt honored to be aboard her, but his nerves sometimes got the better of him, especially when the word "covert" was used. As his stomach roiled a bit, and with his fingers flying over the console, he reported in. "Aye sir, all operating systems within normal limits. No issues to report, and standing by."

Zania Turner taps her console as she tries to get the initial reports in for the purpose of status. It took a bit to gather all of the information, as the reports had not been filed properly, before she could ascertain the true status of her station. "Communications are online and working properly. No indications of any unauthorized transmissions from our crew, and no alien transmissions from nearby sectors, sir."

Ginrai Yamabushi looks around and then looks down to see his uniform. Something is wrong here, he thinks, as he feels the earring in his ear. "El-Aurian Ruby," he tilts his head, and mutters, "I never wear this thing on the bridge..." Hearing the request for status from Captain Jordan he replies, "Systems are good: Warp Core is purring like a kitten, to borrow an old Earth metaphor. Computer systems are ready on all decks." He looks down at his waist, where normally he'd feel his tricorder next to him, only to find a phaser. He silently mutters, "What the??..." As he looks around, as he looks at the crew, his mouth opens with a little bit of bewilderment, he quickly closes his mouth and clears his throat, "Ahem...Uh... shield systems are also nominal, Captain." His eyes switch from side-to-side as he looks around, returning to face the console, and begins running a diagnostic on replicators in less-used decks. "Replicator diagnostic will be ready in 60 seconds." He mutters to himself, "A lot of newcomers..." he replies, sitting back in his chair, and taking a deep breath as he gazes down at his phaser."

Zh'qoloq looks to the CO, "Sir, all systems in sickbay have been recalibrated and are in perfect working order. I hope we will not have to use them." She heard the Romulan Helm officer give the ETA to Cronon, and shook her head while in thought. Thinking, why was the Durant going there, what did the two passengers have to do with the Tramlu /Cronon War for Independence? This was strange. Two humans that had never been on either of those planets before as far as she could tell. She had checked their backgrounds when she found out the names of the two passengers, and that they were former officers on the Durant as well. Why would they go through a dangerous passage. This was really a mystery. At some point she was sure it would be solved. She looked to the XO, and smiled. In spite of the long negative history between their races, they had become friends. He a Vulcan and she an Andorian would have never conceived of such a thing in the 22nd century. Their people each distrusting the other and always filled with hostilities.However, once the formation of the Federation of Planets happened and both planets joined, things slowly got better between their races. "Mr. Narek, I have read about this war and how it began. It seemed the planet Tramlu had been governed by the planet Cronon for centuries, but now they want their independence. That's understandable. If Cronon would only let them go, none of this would be happening, there would be no war, and we would not be traveling into dangerous territory."

Jordan got up from his chair and took a turn around the Bridge, scanning all of the stations and picking out some of the important readings for additional scrutiny. As usual, every one of the warship's systems was humming along at peak efficiency. The Bridge crew was also working efficiently, but as a great man had once said, 'Trust, but verify.' He paused between HELM and OPS, glancing for a few seconds at the Romulan exchange officer operating the Helm. So far she had not done anything that he saw as suspicious, but the phaser at his side was set to Heavy Stun, and he was not hesitant to use it to preserve the safety of the ship. "Understood, Doctor, I hope we can continue without injuries also. Crew, thanks for your reports and carry on. We are moving toward a war zone in unknown territory, and we need to be alert for anything that might threaten the ship."

Siva'nek: My eyes sweep over the bridge crew, again resting on the Romulan with curious concern. I know our cousin race displays emotion like the Vulcans did centuries ago. She seems calm enough. I do however feel some concern about her presence on the Bridge, knowing Romulans are always assessing how their counterparts conduct themselves. I will continue to keep an eye on her whereabouts and her transmissions and access to our computer systems. I also note Lieutenant Yamabushi is wearing his earring on the Bridge again. I have spoken to him before about this. I make a note to have him contact me later at 01800 hours in my office. Hearing the Andorian speaking to me, thankful that today our races are at peace with one another, I nod. "Yes Doctor, I have read the information on this situation in detail. I know that those who rule or govern another do not always wish to relinquish their status. Such was Vulcan against Vulcan. At one time. It is a delicate matter to allow an emerging planetary people to begin self rule. Their fighting is not logical. It would be much better to sit in diplomacy and reach a peaceful resolution and transfer. Power is hard to relinquish for so many." My slender fingers slide gracefully across my console screen as I make my notes.

Lacrima listened to Captain Jordan's words, but the fact that the bridge was run mostly by Ensigns, a Cadet and a Romulan Exchange Officer fueled her doubts and questions why they were sent into a war zone. As her CO requested, she continually monitored the tactical long range scans.

S'Lina looks across the bridge to the Comms officer with a leer, she opens her lips ready to question her intent on such a comment then bites her tongue. S'Lina takes a deep breath then turns her attention back to her task at hand. She frowns as she navigates through the panels' interface. Hearing the human commander's footsteps nearing her, she quickly closes some opened directories. "The Tramlu is an inferior race, their independence may not be welcomed by some of the quadrant's powers, Doctor." Then she looks up. "I hope this ship is well equipped enough to defend ourselves, when the time arrives."

Hunsaker: Finding their thoughts wandering again to the mystery that was Dan's death, they briefly let themselves imagine, again, what might have caused it. The whole thing was very hush-hush. Something about classified missions and questionable circumstances. Whatever the case, though, it was time to focus on the job at hand, rather than the unknown and unalterable. They deftly adjusted sensor settings to compensate for local variances in space.  Such variances were normal, seeing as space isn't a flat/featureless expanse like Kansas in the 21st century. It is important to have Science on the bridge, even when missions were more tactical in nature. The computer could make these adjustments automatically, but Starfleet always preferred a biological touch.

Caproni: Hearing his CO warn of the dangers that possibly lay in wait for them on this unknown mission, beads of sweat started to form on Caproni's brow. As his glasses slid down his nose, he paid closer attention to all his readouts and the constant incoming comms he received from all Ops departments onboard this ship. Everything seemed to be in fine order, but a fresh row of beads formed when the CO stopped just over his right shoulder. Caproni hated having people look over his shoulder, but obviously couldn't say or do a darn thing. Every so often he cast a glance to starboard to look at the Romulan exchange officer, and for some reason she was growing on him; he was relaxing a bit and not quite so nervous with one so close in proximity. Caproni idly wondered if the order for phasers was because we were heading to a war zone, or because of the reworked crew complement. He shook his head, finding the idea of even engaging in picking sides in someone else's battle completely ludicrous, but as if he had any say in the matter. The centurion hadn't tried to kill him yet, at any rate. Cursing inwardly to himself a bit at the situation, he leaned in to focus even more stringently on the console data, as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose absentmindedly.

Turner notices the look from Helm and narrowed her own eyes, clearly not trusting that officer. If she crossed her and her staff, she'd have to be dealt with. For now, she continued to focus on her stations while trying to do what she could to get her staff in line from the bridge.

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Riley taps her fingers while waiting for the results and looks at the crew. The sight of everyone wearing phasers and the proximity to Cronon was making her nervous. It was a hostile zone after all. After looking at the civilians, the feeling of something wrong was overwhelming. Shaking her head she continued her work, those thoughts were distracting her, but she was confident that if anything happened the systems would be perfectly well to use them. But still... why two civilians so familiar would be needed there? They weren't diplomats, at least not that she knew. After a few minutes she returned to the console and caught two of the crew members with a puzzled look on their face. They were looking at each other and then looking all over the place as if they were confused with something. She sat and raised an eyebrow. What was happening here?

Yamabushi looks at the console, and begins monitoring the systems and notices that the shield emitters had a power fluctuation. "I just fixed this a month ago!" He softly cried as he began typing commands through the HUD. "Regulating compensators..." he begins muttering, "rerouting power systems....." Just then the screen displayed a slight pulse throughout the ship, revealing the normal flow of the ship's power and the deflector shields. He scratched his chin as he began thinking, "What else do I need to do over?" He said aloud, to which he looked at the warp nacelles, and then the computer center. "All good, so far." He looked around once more, shifting his eyes at the new crew, and some of the older officers. Something is definitely wrong here, but he seems to not understand what? It was like an unease in the back of his mind, as he looked at Narek. Yamabushi brought his hands to his ears, and let out a loud, audible, "Ugh,..."  his vision became a little blurry, like double vision as he tried to focus on his console. "Do you hear that?" he asked Admiral Turner. As he shook his head and felt his vision return to normal. He then proceeded back to work.

Zh'qoloq listens to the CO speak about how dangerous this is and his hopes that we will not get involved in any battles. "Yes Sir, Captain Jordan. If all goes well we will slip by the two battling adversaries and get to Cronon, deposit our guests, and..." She was not sure what they would do after depositing the passengers. "Sir, do we wait for them or do we leave? This mission is so highly classified I have not been able to find out much at all. She turns to the XO, "Yes Narek, it would be logical if Cronians would sit in diplomacy with the Tramulans... but it seems they are more power hungry than logical and with no compassion." She hears the Romulan Centurian comment and she frowns. "Centurion S'Lina, there is no evidence that the Tramulans are an inferior race. They should be met with compassion and help if they fall behind with technology but I would not say an inferior race. Just a less advanced race. And from what I have read, the Tramulans should be admired. The Cronons were far more advanced, and the Tramulans were a primitive society when Cronon took over their planet, but now the Tramulans have grown and advanced. They are holding their own in this war or this war would be over already. So, maybe the Tramulans are the superior race here." She glances at her PADD, and sees yes, Ensign Riley is correct, there is something wrong in the readings of the human male passenger. Something very unusual.

Jordan thought about the increasingly hostile atmosphere on the Bridge. When Admiral Turner had specifically mentioned that there were no internal transmissions from Durant, he had seen Centurian S'Lina's hostile glance toward Admiral Turner, and it seemed like a preparation for combat. He couldn't have that on his Bridge. He spoke somewhat more loudly than normal as he looked at everyone in turn. "Ladies and gentlemen, we are heading into a war zone and very possibly could enter into combat at any time after our arrival. All of us need to be one hundred percent focused on our tasks, without worrying whether the person next to us is about to knife us in the belly. Our exchange officer, Centurian S'Lina, has been vetted by Starfleet Command and is fully qualified as a Durant Bridge officer. If you have any suspicions about her loyalty, keep them to yourself. Look around you. There are several different races represented here, all working together for a common goal. We don't emphasize our differences the way they did on Earth during the primitive years. We simply do not see race as something to be noticed. We all belong to the big galactic family of sentient life forms. We don't look at each other with distrust, ever. Let's keep it that way. And Centurion S'Lina, Durant has been through many battles. We've come out bloody and limped home, but we've never EVER lost. You're now part of the finest crew in Starfleet. We will work together to protect you, as you work to protect all of us. We will all protect, and... sorry, lost my train of thought. Carry on, and I want to see no more interpersonal sniping." He looked at Doctor Thera. "I have no instructions about whether we have been asked to wait for our passengers or whether we need to drop them off and leave the area. We should ask them about their expectations. Maybe they're going there to live permanently or maybe it's just a short visit."

Siva'nek: Reading our status in this area of space and the immediate situation with the two warring planets, I continue to monitor communications and ship status with a glance. I hope we will not be forced to engage with the local warring planetary ships. I have seen war, I have seen hostile actions. I am prepared to help the Captain in this delicate situation. I look again at the screen with wonder about this mission. I had taken the time to speak with our civilian guests, she and her husband together and separately. Interesting couple. I am pulled out of my thoughts to a muffled cry and turn in my seat. "Lieutenant Yamabushi, do you need assistance? Do you feel you can conduct your station work confidently or do you need to be relieved?" I am picking up tension and some confusion from the Bridge crew members with my Vulcan senses. We are flying into a war zone and I am concerned somewhat about their ability to do their jobs. I let it rest for the moment. I need to be alert and ready to help the Captain conduct this mission successfully. My desire is to get us to our destination in one piece. I turn again to comment on the racial status of the Tramulans. "I agree, Captain and DoctorZh'qoloq, racial and species inferiority is a point of view that does nothing to advance a people's cultures. I abide by the IDIC." I think about how Vulcans once tore each other apart with this type of belief system. Also their attitude toward those that could mind meld at one time was considered wrong and dangerous. Those that could were treated as inferiors once. "We are Starfleet Officers and crew and we are the best, let's act accordingly."

Lacrima rubbed her eyes as she got somewhat tired from the constant tension when heading into a war zone. From time to time she looked up and let her eyes gaze around the bridge. The tension could be seen in all the faces and was noticeable as it was much calmer around than usual. Her eyes were now resting on the Romulan exchange officer... who was at the moment asking about the ship's tactical abilities. Even though she was not addressed with that question, she, in her position as Tactical Officer, felt and gave in to the urge to add her own remark, so she spoke up towards the Romulan Officer.. "Oh be sure the Durant can kick some a....umm.. rear ends, Ma'am!" she said with pride and certainty, and not waiting for a response, she directed her attention back on her console with a hidden grin. S'Lina... melodious name that sounded somewhat familiar to her. She tried to remember if she had a friend in school with a similar sounding name. But just as she could drift off deeper into her memories, she got taken back to reality by an alarm coming from her console. She read the notification and reported immediately "Captain, an unidentified vessel detected at coordinates 154 Mark 7. Performing direct tactical scan... '' she said while already adjusting the scanners. 

S'Lina: "Doctor, any race that lets itself be governed by another for that many... centuries, has proved that they are outright inferior." She tries to explain to Thera calmly. She then listens intently to Captain Jordan's comment, then weighs in with a smirk "Yes Sir, The Romulan Star Empire will always protect her..." she looks him in the eye, "...weaker allies." Sensing Syl's intermittent glances, S'Lina turns and catches him giving her the finger disguised as pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. She stares at him then brushes the side of her skirt up her stockinged thigh. S'Lina looks over her shoulder quickly, seeing Hal has stepped away, she then turns to her console, her fingers run through the panels quickly then stops abruptly. She is seen tapping on it again then stops as before. Her face showed a slightly annoyed look which was quickly recomposed as she turns to the officer next to her. "Ensign Caparon...Caparoni" she corrects herself. "I have difficulty accessing this database. Would you be able to unlock it on your console and send the screen to the helms console?" She smiles at Syl expectantly, then lets her hand run along the top of the panel near him slowly.

Hunsaker: All the mystery surrounding Dan's death, and here they were on yet another classified mission, with folks talking about war and speculating on the ship's orders. It made Grimalkin's skin crawl, but they didn't comment on that. They thought about saying something about the Romulans being our allies now anyway, but decided against that, given their lack of rank at the moment. Instead, they just focused on their console, and on collecting as much data as possible before they actually arrived in the system. It would be interesting, after all, to see what the respective technology levels would be like out here. The sudden arrival of a new ship on scans refocused a lot of that energy, and suddenly they were back in the swing of things, assessing the vessel itself, as well as the space around it for other vessels they hadn't noticed.

Caproni turns his head to look back towards Engineering at the officer's audible grunt. Furrowing his brow in a bit of concern, he then remembers the very recent feeling of the CO staring down at him from not one meter away and returns his focus to his console. The hairs on the back of his neck prick up with the sniping between some bridge officers, and he realizes that he's actually between the two who seem the most irritated with one another. Not a great position to be in. He HAD to sign up for Ops. Of course, just his luck. Gunned down in the prime of life by folks that should be working together, not against each other. As he contemplates the sociological implications of the bridge officers trying to kill each other, he observes the Centurion next to him futzing with her skirt. Blinking steadily, he watches her hike it a bit to expose some thigh. Then, he hears the request come in for access to the database that S'Lina apparently cannot get into. While her fingers along the console between them are a bit mesmerizing, he clears his throat and tightens up his jaw, which had become a bit slack. "Centurion, I'm concerned that you cannot access the database you need. I'll ask the crew to get right on that, once they interface with security and ensure that you are actually permitted to have access to that information." Sighing, he hears Ensign Lacrima's report of an unidentified vessel and tenses.... ohhhhhhhh great.

Turner heard the CO and smirked, realizing that the issue was settled . . . at least for now. There was likely going to have to be a reckoning, but not right now when the ship was about to go into war. "I'm monitoring all frequencies to see if we can pick up any transmissions or messages. If they even think about calling home, I'll be able to intercept it."

Riley watches Lieutenant Yamabushi cover his ears and close his eyes for a moment, shaking his head after that as if he wanted to clear his mind. She would need to ask him if he was ok, he could be just dizzy. She listens to S'Lina address the Doctor. She partially agreed with that, The voice of the Captain sounds loud and clear. She looks at him and then looks at her phaser after hearing that there was a possibility of combat. She would do what the Captain said. Focus on her task. 

Yamabushi hears his heartbeat, and hears the nagging whining sound in the back of his head, which seemed to out speak the voices. He listened as Captain Jordan spoke, but mouthed confusingly, "Many battles?" As he began looking at his systems, he opened a small window and began typing commands to request certain data pertaining to the ship's record. He looked at the ship's records to see what incursions were logged. "The Irzed Incursion?" he gasped, "What?" He dared not play it, cycling through each attack, battle or Incursion in the ship's log, he replies, "This wasn't an incursion.... it was an exploration mission, a peace mission." Yamabushi closed the small window and maintained silence, the look on his face was of shock, and bewilderment. "Was I dreaming?" He said aloud but promptly began working through the rest of the systems to make sure things are still in working order. Looking over at Admiral Turner, he sees her unphased by his problem, the uneasiness begins to return once again. 

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Thera Zh'qoloq (Cmdr) Chief Medical ((Evelyn Rieko))

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Hal Jordan (Captain), CO ((GreenLantern Excelsior))

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Narek Siva'nek (Lt. Cmdr), XO ((narayansivananda))

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Sandra Lacrima (Ensign), Tactical

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S'Lina (Centurian), Helm ((Selina Otuska))

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Grimalkin Hunsaker (Cadet), Science ((Dan Hunsaker))

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Syl Caproni (Ensign), Operations

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Zania Turner (RAdm), COMS-ENG Specialist

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Evey Riley (Ensign), Medical Officer ((Evey45))

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Ginrai Yamabushi (Lieutenant JG), Engineering

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