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<blockquote data-quote="Shadowdancer" data-source="post: 1237617" data-attributes="member: 515"><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Ian and Vasilii head towards the ship’s locker. When they open it, it appears to have been emptied and sterilized. The normal accumulation of detritus that a ship possesses was totally absent.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Ian turns to Vasilii, "Looks like we can confirm that the locker has no contraband! I wonder what happened to it?" He notices a "whiteboard" on the inside of the door containing a list of "emergency" equipment with its locations. Pulling out his handcomp, he says, "It looks like I’ll be running around the ship for a while checking gear. Do you want to help the good Doctor?"</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">"Indeed that would be a most worthwhile activity. I leave you in hope that all goes well." As Vasilii walks away, Ian McConnell shakes his head. One of these days, he would work out exactly how that Vilani accent worked. He turned back to the list of equipment.</span></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"><strong>-----</strong></p><p></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Ten minutes later Ian is jogging back to the bridge to see the Captain. The first three things on his list -- an emergency vacc suit by the port cargo lock, an iris valve emergency key by the iris valve for the cargo bay and a lowberth shock kit by the entryway to the low berth room –- every single one was missing. It looked as if nobody would be accusing them of smuggling anything.</span></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">As Ian makes his way back up to the bridge he thinks, "Damn, if the rest of this heap is in as bad shape, we’re going to have a very interesting trip!"</span></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Arriving on the bridge, he finds Argent going over some paperwork. "Captain, it looks like someone was very thorough about decontamination -- the ship’s locker is empty, and the top items in the emergency equipment list are all missing. I’ll go through and complete the inventory, but if it’s all gone, we’re going to have a hard time restocking everything in time to make the launch window."</span></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Argent responds, "Well, do the best you can. Concentrate on the items that we might not be able to pick up once we get there – there’s only a frontier class starport and the local tech level isn’t really up to supporting starship operations."</span></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">"Aye, aye Captain. I’ll get moving then."</span></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Ian looks down at his list and calls up a deckplan in order to plan his route most efficiently. Coming to the items in the Engineering spaces he chuckles. "I think I’ll call in for that section of the inventory -- with that Virushi down there, things are likely to be a little tight." He then heads off to complete his task.</span></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Thirty minutes later, he has a list of the needed basic items. "Wow, even with my connections here it’ll be hard to do all this myself -- getting through the bureaucracy will take forever. Maybe Vasilii has some contacts he can work as well." He hits the ship’s communications control. "Vasilii, this is Ian, I need some help running down some of this stuff. Can you give me a hand?"</span></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"> </p><p></span><p style="text-align: center"></p><p></span><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"><strong>-----</strong></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Back on the bridge, Argent listens to McConnell’s report on the ship’s locker. "That doesn’t sound good. I can’t believe they didn’t even bother to replace the vacc suits after the decontamination. Let me have the list. Wait a moment and let’s contact the Fleet Command."</span></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Argent moves over to the ship’s communication system and opens a channel to the fleet command’s HQ. At the same time, he faxes the list of supplies over to the HQ as well. "This is Marcus Argent, acting CO of the <em>Bray Keaven</em>. Let me speak to Captain Anderson. We’ve perform an inspection of the vessel, and estimate that the ship isn’t quite up to being able to depart within the next 24 hours. The jump drive is just short of misjumping on the next attempt, the life support is woefully inadequate for the current crew complement, and the ship’s locker is not stocked per Imperial regulations for the safe transport of crew and/or passengers. The supplies we have aboard will be useless if we can’t even get them there safely. We can probably resolve many of these issues if we have a few more days for preparations.</span></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">"I’ve sent over a list of equipment we need to requisition to replenish the ship’s locker. We just need to know when it will be ready, and we’ll come and get it."</span></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Argent mutes his communicator so he won’t be overheard by Fleet Command while he waits for their response. "Mr. McConnell, let me have your datapad." Argent takes McConnell’s datapad and synchs it with his, transferring Cr25,000 from his accounts to McConnell’s datapad, then returns it. "Let’s assume we’re not getting those supplies, but we’ll wait for their response. The amount I just transferred to you should give us a start on getting the right equipment. If we are able to get the requisition we request from Fleet Command, use that to purchase any additional equipment you see that we can use to defend ourselves. Let’s try to stay away from the PGMP-13s and autocannons, though."</span></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">While Argent is prioritizing replacement equipment, the Bridge comm <em>pings</em>, indicating an incoming message.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Fleet Captain Anderson’s face peers out of the display. Clearly he hasn't slept in 24 hours straight. "Argent, I’d love to let you have decent chance to make that hulk meet mil specs, but let’s face it, we don’t have time. I’ll be doing a squadron jump in about 20 hours. If it’s humanly possible, I want you jumping with us. We will probably need the cargo you’ve got. Without the drugs in particular, we will have no chance in saving the refueling depot and I’m concerned about the Cruiser <em>Angelus</em>. If they get something really nasty in their environment, it could rip through the crew in hours. Look, I don’t want you taking a step into the unknown if you can avoid it, but if there is any way at all to make the jump, do it. I’ll try and find the emergency gear you need, get your XO to send a list. Anderson out."</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Argent turns away from the screen. Anderson had seemed a bit of a hard case at the first briefing eight hours ago, but this was a little extreme.</span></span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Shadowdancer, post: 1237617, member: 515"] [font=Verdana][size=2]Ian and Vasilii head towards the ship’s locker. When they open it, it appears to have been emptied and sterilized. The normal accumulation of detritus that a ship possesses was totally absent.[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2]Ian turns to Vasilii, "Looks like we can confirm that the locker has no contraband! I wonder what happened to it?" He notices a "whiteboard" on the inside of the door containing a list of "emergency" equipment with its locations. Pulling out his handcomp, he says, "It looks like I’ll be running around the ship for a while checking gear. Do you want to help the good Doctor?"[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2]"Indeed that would be a most worthwhile activity. I leave you in hope that all goes well." As Vasilii walks away, Ian McConnell shakes his head. One of these days, he would work out exactly how that Vilani accent worked. He turned back to the list of equipment. [center][b]-----[/b][/center] Ten minutes later Ian is jogging back to the bridge to see the Captain. The first three things on his list -- an emergency vacc suit by the port cargo lock, an iris valve emergency key by the iris valve for the cargo bay and a lowberth shock kit by the entryway to the low berth room –- every single one was missing. It looked as if nobody would be accusing them of smuggling anything. As Ian makes his way back up to the bridge he thinks, "Damn, if the rest of this heap is in as bad shape, we’re going to have a very interesting trip!" Arriving on the bridge, he finds Argent going over some paperwork. "Captain, it looks like someone was very thorough about decontamination -- the ship’s locker is empty, and the top items in the emergency equipment list are all missing. I’ll go through and complete the inventory, but if it’s all gone, we’re going to have a hard time restocking everything in time to make the launch window." Argent responds, "Well, do the best you can. Concentrate on the items that we might not be able to pick up once we get there – there’s only a frontier class starport and the local tech level isn’t really up to supporting starship operations." "Aye, aye Captain. I’ll get moving then." Ian looks down at his list and calls up a deckplan in order to plan his route most efficiently. Coming to the items in the Engineering spaces he chuckles. "I think I’ll call in for that section of the inventory -- with that Virushi down there, things are likely to be a little tight." He then heads off to complete his task. Thirty minutes later, he has a list of the needed basic items. "Wow, even with my connections here it’ll be hard to do all this myself -- getting through the bureaucracy will take forever. Maybe Vasilii has some contacts he can work as well." He hits the ship’s communications control. "Vasilii, this is Ian, I need some help running down some of this stuff. Can you give me a hand?" [center] [/center][/size][center][/center][/font][center][font=Verdana][size=2][b]-----[/b][/size][/font][/center][font=Verdana][size=2] Back on the bridge, Argent listens to McConnell’s report on the ship’s locker. "That doesn’t sound good. I can’t believe they didn’t even bother to replace the vacc suits after the decontamination. Let me have the list. Wait a moment and let’s contact the Fleet Command." Argent moves over to the ship’s communication system and opens a channel to the fleet command’s HQ. At the same time, he faxes the list of supplies over to the HQ as well. "This is Marcus Argent, acting CO of the [i]Bray Keaven[/i]. Let me speak to Captain Anderson. We’ve perform an inspection of the vessel, and estimate that the ship isn’t quite up to being able to depart within the next 24 hours. The jump drive is just short of misjumping on the next attempt, the life support is woefully inadequate for the current crew complement, and the ship’s locker is not stocked per Imperial regulations for the safe transport of crew and/or passengers. The supplies we have aboard will be useless if we can’t even get them there safely. We can probably resolve many of these issues if we have a few more days for preparations. "I’ve sent over a list of equipment we need to requisition to replenish the ship’s locker. We just need to know when it will be ready, and we’ll come and get it." Argent mutes his communicator so he won’t be overheard by Fleet Command while he waits for their response. "Mr. McConnell, let me have your datapad." Argent takes McConnell’s datapad and synchs it with his, transferring Cr25,000 from his accounts to McConnell’s datapad, then returns it. "Let’s assume we’re not getting those supplies, but we’ll wait for their response. The amount I just transferred to you should give us a start on getting the right equipment. If we are able to get the requisition we request from Fleet Command, use that to purchase any additional equipment you see that we can use to defend ourselves. Let’s try to stay away from the PGMP-13s and autocannons, though." [/size][/font][font=Verdana][size=2]While Argent is prioritizing replacement equipment, the Bridge comm [i]pings[/i], indicating an incoming message.[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2]Fleet Captain Anderson’s face peers out of the display. Clearly he hasn't slept in 24 hours straight. "Argent, I’d love to let you have decent chance to make that hulk meet mil specs, but let’s face it, we don’t have time. I’ll be doing a squadron jump in about 20 hours. If it’s humanly possible, I want you jumping with us. We will probably need the cargo you’ve got. Without the drugs in particular, we will have no chance in saving the refueling depot and I’m concerned about the Cruiser [i]Angelus[/i]. If they get something really nasty in their environment, it could rip through the crew in hours. Look, I don’t want you taking a step into the unknown if you can avoid it, but if there is any way at all to make the jump, do it. I’ll try and find the emergency gear you need, get your XO to send a list. Anderson out."[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2]Argent turns away from the screen. Anderson had seemed a bit of a hard case at the first briefing eight hours ago, but this was a little extreme.[/size][/font] [/QUOTE]
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