"Shields up," responds Mr. Ploog.
If you want to spend 5 minutes recalibrating your tricorder to take into account the new circumstances, you can make another attempt at obtaining and interpreting readings with the same % chance as before.
Groth and Weathers hold their phasers at the ready in case anything dangerous should emerge.
I'll slow it down if we get too far ahead of what's happening on the planet. Right now we can assume this is taking place simultaneously.ooc: one on one can go much faster than a group - if you ever need to pause this part to let the surface catch up, it's cool.
Remember: no one can beam down or up as long as the shields are up. - which is why that ensign to the surface may be the last communication for while. Or ever if I get the ship blown up.
The viewscreen abruptly changes from an exterior view of the Klingon vessel to the steamy, seemingly poorly lighted bridge, centering on the swarthy, toothy glower of the ship's commander as he practically spits, "I am Captain Krawz of the Klingon Imperial Navy, commander of the Sword of Retribution, Earthers! You are hereby ordered to leave Klingon space or face the consequences!"
He thinks to himself Crap on a cracker. The captain should be here and he should be in the engine room finding a way to secretly power the weapons without it showing on scan. Ok Dave, he says in his head, gotta be quick, can't be too submissive or too aggressive. Either might result in an attack.
Commander Travis eyes get big and he looks very serious and taken aback. "You don't say? "
Travis takes a moment to look to his left, beyond the screen view. "Psychic Officer Trandel scan the planet. Do you see the Klingons' name on it?"
After a pause, Travis continues, "Negative, huh." Travis looks back to the screen and shrugs.
"Greetings to the Sword of Retribution. I am Commander Travis of Federation ship Excalibur. I'm afraid that I'm not aware of any treaties that make this region of space any more yours than it is anyone else's. I cannot comply with your demand unless you can transmit documents proving your ownership."
ooc: Let me just say I didn't see the proposal coming. I guess that means one of the happy couple will die before the wedding.OOC: Dang, it's driving me crazy seeing those spoiler tags and not knowing what's going on!
"SIlver-tongued devil! You Earthers infuriate me!" shouts Krawz. "You speak without saying anything!" The viewscreen then reverts to the vista of D-7 battlecruiser seeming very small against the backdrop of the planet below.
Here's what has been said about the doors so far:OOC: Was it ever mentioned that the door was actually locked? I just realized that no one's actually tried pulling or pushing one of those bronze handles yet.
All department head have subordinates as there are three 8-hour shifts on the bridge, as well as other relief personnel and specialists.
Lt. Chopra says, "We could certainly try it, sir. Ensign Jones is technically adept and can make the proper adjustments for a tight beam transmission. However, that requires us to focus all energy on one point and hope the Captain is still in the same general location he beamed down to."
Let's do.
If Lt. Commander Ta'kar acknowledged emotions at all, he would likely feel chagrin as Captain Conway opens the unlocked door outward by its handle.
The security officers do as instructed as they cautiously enter on either flank of their chief.
He was en route to the Transporter Room. Unfortunately the shields went up before he was able to beam down.
No, there's no need to roll. You just need to decide if there's anything in particular you want transmitted or just a general message about the Klingon starship in orbit.
The robot's eyes flash with amber light as it raises its other hand to make a "halt" gesture in your general direction and states, "You-will-come-no-clo-ser." Metal clicks and clacks inside it as it points again toward the turbolift and repeats, "You-will-de-scend-now. In-for-ma-tion-un-it-a-waits-you-be-low. You-will-de-scend-now."
You detect no identifiable weapons, hidden or otherwise. However, as Captain Conway and Lt. McLennan approach the robot, covered by the way security men Groth and Weathers, Lt. Commander Ta'kar's tricorder buzzes and flashes with new information.
"Commander, our transmission was received but just barely," reports Lt. Chopra. "Captain Conway and the others appear to have moved away from their landing zone."
