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Post by Admiral Vanessa A Yates on Dec 18, 2006 18:07:27 GMT -5
This is a Joint SIM Storyline to go over the next 2 weeks of activities with the Crew of the Crusader, and Starbase 140
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Post by Captain Candela Greene on Dec 18, 2006 18:26:43 GMT -5
She walks into Frankies Bar & Grill. Still i her Dress whites. Her demeanor was losse, and a bit frisky. A somewhat seductive look in her. Once again, she grabbed attention of the bar, as every man noticed her enter. A rather large Nausican walked her way.
You Very pretty for Starfleet. But you way too fragile for me.
He begins to laugh, as Candela stares at him, with a seductive smile, she attempts to walk by him, as he grabs her left arm. A few crewmembers leap from there seats.
You belong on the Dabo table, not in that stupid uniform.
With that, Candela lands a right to his face, and he lands on a table, as the crewmen scatter, she then assumes a martial arts stance. Her smile more pronouced. He unsheaths his knife.
Stupid woman....you must pay for that.
He lunges at her, as she dodges, and boots him as he passes her, he crashes into a Dabo table. She then jumps on him, and grabs his Knofe, and his right arm. He struggles, as she wrenches his arm back. He snarls in pain, as she applies pressure to his arm,and the knife drops.
Come back when your brave enough to take on a Starfleet Captain. And by the way, your not my type.
She releases him, and stands over him. She unleashes a hard kick to his right adomen. He screams in pain.
There you won't need a Dabo girl for a while.
She makes her way to the bar, as station security takes care of the Nausican. She takes a seat, and awaits Frankie.
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Post by ozmunde on Dec 18, 2006 18:36:01 GMT -5
:: in his dress uniform sword on his right hip he adjusts his mononcle watching the captain make qucik work of the Nausican ::
very good Captain .... very good ::: applaudes softly still wearing his white gloves ::
nicely done
May I perchase you a drink ... to cool down after your exertions :: grins showing his feline teeth :: :: bows in a courtly maner ::
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Post by Captain Candela Greene on Dec 18, 2006 19:53:47 GMT -5
She looks to her new Lietenant.
That won't be necessary, we have a free tab on the Admiral Mr Von Merr.
Despite the the skirmish with the Nausican, she seems in great spirits.
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Post by Frankie (Frek) on Dec 18, 2006 20:22:35 GMT -5
Coming from the back room to see what happen in the bar...Frankie see two Starfleet Security taken out the troublesome Nausican. He see Candela at the bar and shakes his head as he walks over to the two Officer from the Crusader.
Ayeee if it isn't the hometown heros coming in to have a few drinks and to have alttle fun I hope?
looks over at the dabo table and takes out his pad.
And yes your Admial has taken care of the drink....But the Commodore will need to pick up all damages done by you and your crew..Understand!
Looks and see that Candela is now a full Starfleet Captain
I see they are give those thing out like water I hear. I mean promotions
smiles
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Post by Captain Candela Greene on Dec 18, 2006 20:56:40 GMT -5
She smiles, a devilishly seductive smile.
Awwwww Frankie, you don't think I deserve it? Can I get me a Teeluki, and my Chief Engineer a Diet Dr Pepper.....cold....with ice.
She stares at him with her exotic stare.
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Post by Frankie (Frek) on Dec 18, 2006 21:32:20 GMT -5
Shakes his head....as his ears are getting hot..as he lays eyes on Candela
No Candela...but those table don't come cheat. I glad I order a few extra...but the Commondore will still need to pay for that one.
Looks at the Candela's Chief Engineer.
Diet Dr. Pepper with ice? You want a Teeluki...Sure
Frankie moves over to get them their drinks and wonder if he should say anything about the intel he has or not....that guy she with doesn't looks like the type to keep his mouth close.
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Post by Captain Candela Greene on Dec 18, 2006 21:43:19 GMT -5
She reaches for his earlobes.
Now Frankie, I have 15 Bars of Gold pressed latinum for you for the damages....as well as what we discussed....earlier.
She strokes his earlobes.
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Post by Frankie (Frek) on Dec 18, 2006 21:52:06 GMT -5
You sure know a way to a ferengi's heart....gold pressed latinum.
Looks about
I am not sure we can talk here...but I may have some information that you could used. Plus I may have a lead for you about someone on the base...someone is selling top secert plans from Section 31...haven't see any...but I am sure it going on.
feeling her rubbing his earlobes
<ws>keep rubbing me
smiles as he closes his eyes
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Post by Captain Candela Greene on Dec 18, 2006 21:56:29 GMT -5
Oh, and where should we....talk.
Continues to play with his lobes, with that same seductive stare.
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Post by Lt Vicky Love on Dec 19, 2006 17:13:32 GMT -5
She exits the Turbo Lift still in Dress Uniform. Her mood kind of melancoly, she looks about the station as she enters the Hangar Control Deck.
She peers through the large Picture window, and sees all the fighters that just returned, and their CO giving out a critique. She pauses to listen, and scan about the flydeck, she spots a number of shuttles, and fighters, then one catches her eyes. The Registry read NCC 51492/1 and named Joan of Arc. It was a Delta Flyer class, emblazing the banner were the words U.S.S. CRUSADER.
She never saw a Delta Flyer class, nor flown one. As the Pilots head out, she exits the control deck, and starts down to the flight deck. The CO, begins inspecting her fighter, as Vicky approached her.
Excuse me, is that shuttle for the Crusader?
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Post by Captain Stephanie Morgan on Dec 19, 2006 17:18:30 GMT -5
Thinking that one of her pilots came back for a stupid reason. She turns.
What business is it of yours Ca......
She notices the Ebony Lt in a Dress Uniform.
Oh....So sorry Lieutenant, I thought you were one of mine. Yeah, thats for the Crusader, a bonafide Delta Flyer. Not exactly of the Voyager Specs, but nonetheless it has some Borg technology in her.
Oh, I'm LtJG Stephanie Morgan, Station Fighter Pilot CO.
She extends her hand to her, with a pleasant smile.
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Post by Lt Vicky Love on Dec 19, 2006 18:04:31 GMT -5
She smiles, as she take her hand to shake.
No Problem. I'm LtJG Victoria Love, helms officer of the USS Crusader. The Captain must of sold her soul for this baby, I hope it fits in the Hangar.
I guess the Admiral is serious about putting an end to these pirates.
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Post by Captain Stephanie Morgan on Dec 19, 2006 18:34:12 GMT -5
She takes hand back, and walks with the Lieutenant towards the Joan of Arc. Evidently, she thinks the Crusader needs an edge. You'll got a big area to patrol, and having one of these is just as good as having a Runabout, if not better.The stop before it, as they gaze at it. At 15 meters she should fit just fine. I guess you'll keep one of your Type 15. We have some Type 9's if you want one instead.
I never flew one myself, my sister did.
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Post by Lt Vicky Love on Dec 19, 2006 18:36:06 GMT -5
Checking out the lines, as she moves towards the rear.
Your sister? What she works at Utopia Planatia?
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