A little something extra

Posted on Mon Dec 27th, 2010 @ 6:04pm by Walter Jones & Charlotte Ashcroft & Jan Valentine & Morgan Pass & Ryder Chase

1,571 words; about a 8 minute read

Mission: Session 4: The Humans are Dead...
Location: Warden
Timeline: 12 hours till Lagashi space

Jones woke up from his nap and sat up groggily in his bed. Warp took a toll on him anymore that it never did before and every bone in his body could feel the light years passing him bye at warp. Standing up and limping over to his desk, the Captain flipped through the old rugged book and saw the date. Closing it back up, the captain grabbed a medium sized box from underneath his table and headed into the corridor outside and up to the mess hall.

"Everyone come to the mess, we are about 12 hours out of Lagash space and I don't think I'll have a chance to do this afterwards." Jones set the box down on the table and went over to the replicator. He hoped the old girl would have some juice left in her.

"Cider." The old unit churned and spit out a glass pitcher that smelled like a close approximation to what he was asking for. "Meh, this will take care of it." Reaching in his pocket, he pulled out a dented silver flask and poured the contents into the pitcher and set it down on the table.

Air slid into the room with a grin on his face. He sauntered over to the table and grabbed a seat.

"I love this place," He grinned broadly at the Captain. "There are surprises around every corner. Especially that replicator. You know I could probably get someone to fix that next time we are in a Federation port."

"We ain't going to no stinking Federation port anytime soon. Too many problems and not enough pay out to warrant it. The only reason we are heading to Lagashi is that our contracts prohibit us from being given over to any Federation entity." Jones took the pitcher and poured some glasses for everyone and slid one to Bruce."

"What's this about a Federation port?" Morgan asked warily. He had managed to purchase a number of garments from the Klingon world with the money he had earned. Granted they all tended to have the Klingon black and red motif, but it worked for Morgan.

Chase walked into the room, he was dressed in a short sleeve black shirt with matching leather pants and to finish it off a long coat which brushed the ground as he walked.

"What's going on," he said leaning up against the wall and placing one hand on his gun.

Jan walked in, carrying a padd with a stylus.

"What's going on now? Jan said, sketching something on the padd.

"I was wondering the same thing myself," Lottie added comming in behind Jan.

Jones looked at everyone and offered cider to them. "First of all, just wanted to let you know we've only got about 12 hours to Lagashi space. When we get there, I've got some lists of things that we are going to need to pick up, I've got the contracts and shipping lists, I don't expect any trouble but they are still leery of outsiders. If you are going to carry sidearms please be discreet about it. Furthermore, to even get outside of the docking bay you'll need these." Jones reached into the box and tossed data chips to each of the people standing around him. "Any questions about that before I move into the next bit."

"What restrictions or security will we be expecting?" Jan asked.

"This goes for everyone but you, no genetic or robotic implantation. The government has a problem with off worlders getting jacked." Jones looked down at a half working pad. "Other then that, almost all interactions on the planet are governed by contracts. If you do anything, even pick up a "companion" for the night, you are going to have to sign a contract. So becareful what you stick in where."

Lottie raised an eyebrow at the choice of words and chuckled lightly. Turst him to raise the topic.

"As for contraband and security, we'll all be registered when we land as outsiders, except for you Mr. Valentine, I have official documents proving you are Lagash" He tossed them over to Jan.

"Guess I'm getting less and less human out here." Jan said, looking over the documents.

"Then we'll get a search looking for anything prohibited, such as." He went over the list, "Do we have any preconceived genetically altered embryos on board?"

"Embryos? There might be one in the 'fridge, but it might have been Martok's forgotten lunch. I don't know, it's pretty funky looking..." Jan said.

"Not it on cleaning that it." Jones laughed at the thought. "Maybe it has evolved, we can make a first contact in our fridge."

"I'll bring a phaser." Jan said.

Morgan was stone faced, "No preconceived genetically altered embryos in my lab. But I do have a lot of genetic data, and some samples. Do they need to be destroyed or declared or stored in a specific way?"

"They need to be declared and not taken off the ship. If they leave here, we could all be locked up. So use one of the smuggling containers to hide it or make sure it is secured." Jones sat the pad down on the table then grabbed the pitcher and cups. "This is the other part I wanted to do." Walter starting pouring the cider and handed it out. "Drink it, it won't bite too much."

Skeptically Lottie peered into the cup without drinking and continued to listen to Jones.

"Alright, this is what I wanted to do for you all since you are like my family." Jones started digging in the box and grabbed out a rusted metal pipe wrench. "I haven't done this in a few years since I haven't had a crew that I really liked." He gave a rare smile to everyone. "Jan this is for you, it is a pipe wrench from the early the late 2090's. It was given to me by another old space salt."

"Damn, I haven't seen one like this since I was a kid, back in Moscow." Jan said, accepting the antique.

"Doc this is for you, an authentic Klingon surgeons knife, it might even still have some blood stains on it. I'd call it ancient but I saw one of them using something like that a few years ago." Jones grabbed a long serrated knife out of the box and handed it handle first to him.

"The Haqtaj is a formidable surgical instrument," Morgan agreed putting his hand onto the hilt and not the blade, "and a good reminder that Klingons make precision instruments, not just blades of war. Ironic that you whould give it to me, but I acept the gesture and gift gratefully."

Jones looked over to the pilot who was looking sad waiting for his present. "Bruce, this is a sextant, ancient sailors used to use it to navigate." He handed the metal instrument over to him.

"Oh, you are kidding?" Bruce face lit up. "These things are like hens teeth. I saw one in the The smithsonian on display near Chocranes ship. Course, it is only designed for earth seas... witha little calculated adjustments though... Thank you, si... Mr. Jones."

"No problem" Jones moved to Chase, the newest member of the group.

"Chase, here is a battle knife from a Delta quadrant species I picked up one time on a trade run one time, and I don't know much about you, but who knows, it might come in handy." Jones reached in the box and removed the 8 inch double blade from the bottom. He handed it over towards the new crew member.

"I've also dropped a 50 bar bonus in each of your accounts as a little thank you guys." Jones smiled at everyone. "Just want to say thank you guys for another great season of hauling, lets keep it going."

"Anyone would think it was Christmas," Lottie muttered feeling deflated that she had not received a gift, yet Air and Chase had who'd both been on the ship a matter or moments.

"Heck, it is not Starfleet, but the pay is better," Air grinned to the rest of the crew.

Suddenly an alarm sounded. Air's face fell.

"The proximity alarm! We are going to crash into something. Oh, my GOD. We are all going to DIE! WHO'S FLYING THIS THING?... oh that'd be me..."

OOC: http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=RZhYcPuGIRw

He flashed another grin and headed back for the helm chair.

"Well that is probably going to be our Lagashi pre-entrance inspection." Jones walked over to the comm panel and hit the button that was blinking, indicating an incoming transmission. "This is Captain Jones of the SS Warden, how can I be of assistance."

"Civilian Vessel, drop out of warp immediately and prepare for inspection, have your paperwork in hand." On the viewscreen, a tall Lagashi captain sat in a command chair, several people were milling about on the bridge.

"Bruce cut the engines, Lottie, and Jan, would you two greet our guests at the transporter room? Doc and Chase, stay here with me on the bridge."

Air dropped the ship out of warp and brought the ship to a gradual halt.

Morgan rolled up his sleeves and sat at one of the bridge stations.

"Walt, we're standing by in the transporter room." Jan said

"Alright Lets see what they want." Jones sent the confirmation code over to the Lagashi ship.

TBC.

 

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