Attempted Assignments

Posted on Tue Dec 4th, 2018 @ 7:26pm by Captain Enalia Telvan & Commander Rita Paris
Edited on on Tue Dec 4th, 2018 @ 7:32pm

Mission: Escaped Pantheons
Location: USS Hera Bridge

As the USS Hera was being docked with the clamshell-like worldship, the leopard spotted Captain Enalia Telvan was furiously tapping at a PaDD working on assignments and wandering the bridge looking at sensor readings.

"Well, new life and new civilizations... Where no one has gone before..." Enalia muttered as she tapped in a couple more details. This definitely qualified as one of the top five most unique locations they had ever been.

Making one more observation, Enalia started calling out assignments. "Okay, first off we'll need a diplomatic team and though I'm not fond of the idea, I feel it's best if both Commander Paris and I go to meet with our host. Lieutenant Sonak, you'll be joining us."

"Diplomacy is the secondary mission of Starfleet, Captain. Hopefully this will be less cowboy diplomacy and more statesman negations," Rita Paris offered- but of course, there were a number of factors to consider. "Leaving out the part where they tractored us in, but that might be a defense on their part for all we know. Open minds and open hands, with a phaser on our hips and a scientist by our side. Let's go meet the locals Captain- I'm wearing my Sunday best."

"Any worldship this size tends to have a seamy underbelly that tends to house some sort of criminal underworld. Assign Jurot and Sexton to head down there and investigate- see what they can find out about the political situation of this microcosm as well as what actually drives the true economy of this place, and see if there are some secrets that could prove useful in negotiation with whoever is running this show.”

“The core of this place seems to be driven by some sort of eight meter monoliths similar to what the deities called magic, but combined with what we call technology. I want Clemens, Dauntless, and Dedjoy on that. At the very least, I want an idea of what makes this whole place work, let alone possible."

“Have the Baroness and Doctor Dael investigate the locals, mingling with the common folk to collect what information they can about them, their lives, their perspectives- were they born here, live here, die here? How did they come to be here? Does the Worldship drag people in all the time or is it rare when someone makes it through the spatial distortion? What are these people’s motivations? Give us a barometer on the locals and try to stay out of trouble." Enalia glared at the sensor readings for a few more moments. "And try to avoid contact with all those deities if possible. We've had enough trouble with them lately, and we don't need a few dozen more invading the ship."

At that the spotted captain eyed her fulsome first officer pointedly, who in turn looked self-conscious and guilty. "Is something wrong?"

"Ah, just that we have on Deck 8. Who theoretically might be a resource that we could get a lay of the land from since theoretically she's been here?" Because she'd been the one to accidentally summon Hera on New Texas, where the veil between worlds was thin and summoning was apparently a way for this spatial anomaly to establish a beachhead of sorts. Now she tried to turn it to tactical advantage, since otherwise they were going in blind.

"Are you suggesting we take Hera with us? Or consult with her? I was under the impression that she had never been here before." Enalia tapped her chin, curious as to if this was an avenue they should explore after meeting with their host. which was apparently waiting for them, if the details sent to them were to be believed.

"Just a consult, Captain. It never came up in conversation nor any of her debriefings so I didn't realize she hadn't been here. I might be confused," Paris admitted. "We're pretty much flying blind here, so I thought I'd grasp at a resource. Ah well. So once more unto the breach?"

"Yeah. Thex, the ship is yours while we're gone. Keep an eye out for any entities trying to get too friendly with our systems and crew." Sending off the assignments in her PaDD, Enalia stepped into the turbolift with Rita and Sonak.

"Let's not keep our host waiting too long, then."

“We know it’s a host?” Paris asked as the turbolift doors closed.