06-28-2010, 07:41 PM
STARBASE THRINACIA, Merenion Nebulae Cluster
Commanding Officerâs Office
0735 hours
Steve watched his Executive Officer leave his office, taking in a satisfied breathe as he recalled the finalised details of the ceremony that evening. Finally its all coming together. He chuckled to himself knowing full well, as he had experienced in the past, it was always too early to congratulate himself on organising something. Infact, the last time heâd done so on something to this scale, the stag-do he had been planning went horribly wrong for the upcoming groom⦠but, either way, that had made his speech that more interesting as bestman the following day.
âRight, back to it.â Steve said aloud as he heard his office doors close with a low whish after Connor had proceeded through them. He turned slowly round, taking in the mess of PADDs sprawled here there and everywhere. It was going to be one hell of a job to make sure this mess was sorted. Luckily no-one of importance was due to arrive any time soon, so tidiness was not a necessity right now. Yet, despite this, as he walked back round his desk he couldnât help but straighten a couple of piles, or pick up one and put it on another⦠just to make it look like he was somewhat organised. For we all know âa tidy desk is the sign of a sick mindâ.
Meanwhile, back on the Firestorm, Ornixen was scanning over the monitored comms traffic when the Firestorm spoke up.
"Sir, I've identified the commander of the station, one Admiral Steve Malloway. Scanners indicate that he is now alone."
"Thank you, Firestorm", Ornixen said, standing and grabbing his wrist-com from the console and strapping it on. As he turned around, he saw his sword and staff on their racks. Hmm...which to take he thought for a second before grabbing the sword and strapping it to his back. "Firestorm, give me a visual of the Admiral's location."
A moment later, a clear picture of the admiral's ready appeared on the monitor. Well, I guess the mess is a good sign they are still getting things organized Ornixen thought to himself before teleporting into the room, careful that his wrist-com was masking his lifesigns.
"Admiral Malloway, I presume," Ornixen said after a moment.
Steve looked up, jerking his head slightly to one side as he looked upon the figure before him - human in appearance, but something about him wasnt standard. He whipped his hand up to his commbadge, only to be met with the errored-chirp to signal nothing would get through.
"That would be correct..." He paused, rolling his chair back a few feet from his desk cautiously as his eyes remained fixed on the man before him, or more precisely the hilt of what appeared to be a sword strapped to his back. Either the man was biding his time to do something, or there was alterior motive... no alarms had gone off, and nothing else seemed to have been triggered. "And just er... who might you be? Or, more precisely, what do you want?" Ever the diplomat Steve, well done. Clap... clap... clap...
Ornixen chuckled to himself a little bit before saying, "Admiral, I am Kuchaba Ornixen, but you can just call me Ornixen. Before you ask, my wrist-com here is jamming your com-badge, along with your internal sensors. According to them, I'm not here. I represent an highly advanced group, known as the Dianar Empire, however, I am here of my own accord. We detected an Iconian Gateway being activated this morning, around 0300 local time, here in this vicinity. May I safely assume that the Federation is working on a way to control the Gateway?"
The Fleet Commander remained where he sat, unmoving save-for his eyes which narrowed as he listed to the stranger's words. "Dianar Empire? Can't say I've heard of it..." He stood, walking to the narrower width of his desk nearer to the concealed weapons sheath on the underside, just incase. "Yet you yourself appear human..." He shyed from the topic of the Gateway for the moment, taking in the posture and demeanor of this 'Ornixen'.
"You are very astute, Admiral. I am indeed human, in fact, I was born on Earth, over 400 years ago. As for not hearing about the Dianar Empire, that isn't a surprise, considering the Federation haven't left the Milky Way Galaxy, let alone reached out the 7 galactic spans it would take to reach the fringes of the Dianar Empire," Ornixen said. Noticing a bit of anxiousness coming from the Admiral, he said, "Don't worry, Admiral. If I met you harm, you would know it by now. The sword is more a precaution then anything else. My purpose here is simple, I want to help you. I've spent nearly 400 years with the Dianar, who mastered Gateway technology many eons ago. And the star charts I have on my starfighter would probably come in handy as well."
Steve merely nodded slightly in understanding, before pulling out the phaser slowly and slipping it onto his belt in the usual fashion. "A precaution, you understand." He said, repeating Ornixen's words as the Commander folded his arms over his chest. "I'm still unsure of your intentions though... if your people discovered the use of the Gateways centuries ago; what interest does our attempts at using them mean to you?" He asked, moving one step from his desk to the side.
"To be honest, the rest of the Dianar Empire probably doesn't care one tiny bit. You're still hundreds of years away from being able to connect your gate here to any of the ones connected to the Dianar. However, personally, I've been wanting to return to the Milky Way Galaxy for many years, ever since I stepped down from being Kuchaba. Plus, the fact that you've been able to successfully access a Gateway means you can reach parts of space where the laws of physics as you understand them don't exist," Ornixen said. "For instance," he continued, waving his hand idly and causing all of the pads in the office to fly over to the desk and stack themselves perfectly.
Casually striding over to the replicator, he said, "Computer, one root beer." Once the beverage appeared, he took it and took a long drink. "Ah, well made root beer....I never could get the Dianar replicators to do the drink justice."
The Fleet Commander watched the stranger drink from the replicated beverage, nodding slightly but keeping his eyes firmly fixed on the man as he spoke. "Forgive me, but I'm still skeptical here..." He paused, unfolding his arms to clasp his hands behind his back loosely before continuing, "Lets say for argument's sake so far, that your intentions are as you say non-hostile... why mask yourself from my Starbase's detection?" He remained steady, his tone firmly solid as he posed the question.
"Honestly, I wanted to make sure we had a chance to talk uninterrupted. It isn't like you were expecting me, and, even if you were, would you have believed me had I shown up in a more traditional manner?"
"I wont pretend I would have done... infact, it would be hard to acertain how I would have been..." Steve knew this was very unorthodox of any Starfleet Commander, but, with the Gateway now being used - would anything be orthodox any more? They were bound to need to do things differently from tradition, especially First Contact situations... even if the First Contact was with a member of your own race... now that was a paradox and a half. He gestured with his hand to a vacant chair as he sat on the edge of his desk himself. "What is it you are proposing then...?"
Taking a seat, Ornixen calmly said, "Simple. I'd like to be an consultant, both on things relating to the Gateway and things magical. With your permission, I'll decloak my starfighter and instruct it to proceed with docking procedures. Also," he said as he tapped out a command on his wrist-com, "I have now deactivated my personal mask as well as the interference signal jamming your communications. Also, First Contact with a member of your own race is quite the Paradox," he said with a grin.
"I, err... was just thinking the same..." Steve said, reaching behind him to press a single button on his desk control, a small chirping sounding as he proceeded to speak. =/="Malloway to Command Control, instruct all Personnel; there will be an unknown vessel decloaking shortly - do not do anything to it and allow it to dock. Commander Blake I will explain shortly. Malloway out."=/= And with another tap he closed the link, looking back to Ornixen who, it would seem, hadnt moved. "This is very strange am sure to any officer within Starfleet... you'll understand I'll need to consult with my superiors? And obviously inform my Senior Staffing. I would also point out there will be certain... restrictions, on your part. Well, more conditions than restrictions I should say."
"That is perfectly understandable, considering my abilities," Ornixen said as he tapped a couple of commands into his wrist com.
Are you sure about this, sir. Dianese regulation strictly prohibit the decloaking of a personal starfighter in the vicinity of a fledgling base.
Yes, I know, Firestorm, however, since I am a member of this particular species, I'm staying and so are you. Decloak and request docking clearance. If they request visual confirmation, use a humanoid mask
Yes sir
"Alright, the Firestorm should be decloaked now. If there is nothing else, I guess I should visit your resident Quartermaster for a place to stay."
Steve nodded, standing to his feet from sitting on the edge of his desk. "Its a rather awkward situation I have here.... I have regulations I should follow, yet my exploratory instincts have me ignoring them," He chuckled, extending his hand to Ornixen, "If anyone has any issues, have them contact me directly... I'll see what comes of... all this."
Taking the Admiral's hand and giving it a firm shake, Ornixen said, "I hear ya, fully. I'm pretty sure this is a first for both of our peoples."
JP by Ornixen and Admiral Malloway
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Commanding Officerâs Office
0735 hours
Steve watched his Executive Officer leave his office, taking in a satisfied breathe as he recalled the finalised details of the ceremony that evening. Finally its all coming together. He chuckled to himself knowing full well, as he had experienced in the past, it was always too early to congratulate himself on organising something. Infact, the last time heâd done so on something to this scale, the stag-do he had been planning went horribly wrong for the upcoming groom⦠but, either way, that had made his speech that more interesting as bestman the following day.
âRight, back to it.â Steve said aloud as he heard his office doors close with a low whish after Connor had proceeded through them. He turned slowly round, taking in the mess of PADDs sprawled here there and everywhere. It was going to be one hell of a job to make sure this mess was sorted. Luckily no-one of importance was due to arrive any time soon, so tidiness was not a necessity right now. Yet, despite this, as he walked back round his desk he couldnât help but straighten a couple of piles, or pick up one and put it on another⦠just to make it look like he was somewhat organised. For we all know âa tidy desk is the sign of a sick mindâ.
Meanwhile, back on the Firestorm, Ornixen was scanning over the monitored comms traffic when the Firestorm spoke up.
"Sir, I've identified the commander of the station, one Admiral Steve Malloway. Scanners indicate that he is now alone."
"Thank you, Firestorm", Ornixen said, standing and grabbing his wrist-com from the console and strapping it on. As he turned around, he saw his sword and staff on their racks. Hmm...which to take he thought for a second before grabbing the sword and strapping it to his back. "Firestorm, give me a visual of the Admiral's location."
A moment later, a clear picture of the admiral's ready appeared on the monitor. Well, I guess the mess is a good sign they are still getting things organized Ornixen thought to himself before teleporting into the room, careful that his wrist-com was masking his lifesigns.
"Admiral Malloway, I presume," Ornixen said after a moment.
Steve looked up, jerking his head slightly to one side as he looked upon the figure before him - human in appearance, but something about him wasnt standard. He whipped his hand up to his commbadge, only to be met with the errored-chirp to signal nothing would get through.
"That would be correct..." He paused, rolling his chair back a few feet from his desk cautiously as his eyes remained fixed on the man before him, or more precisely the hilt of what appeared to be a sword strapped to his back. Either the man was biding his time to do something, or there was alterior motive... no alarms had gone off, and nothing else seemed to have been triggered. "And just er... who might you be? Or, more precisely, what do you want?" Ever the diplomat Steve, well done. Clap... clap... clap...
Ornixen chuckled to himself a little bit before saying, "Admiral, I am Kuchaba Ornixen, but you can just call me Ornixen. Before you ask, my wrist-com here is jamming your com-badge, along with your internal sensors. According to them, I'm not here. I represent an highly advanced group, known as the Dianar Empire, however, I am here of my own accord. We detected an Iconian Gateway being activated this morning, around 0300 local time, here in this vicinity. May I safely assume that the Federation is working on a way to control the Gateway?"
The Fleet Commander remained where he sat, unmoving save-for his eyes which narrowed as he listed to the stranger's words. "Dianar Empire? Can't say I've heard of it..." He stood, walking to the narrower width of his desk nearer to the concealed weapons sheath on the underside, just incase. "Yet you yourself appear human..." He shyed from the topic of the Gateway for the moment, taking in the posture and demeanor of this 'Ornixen'.
"You are very astute, Admiral. I am indeed human, in fact, I was born on Earth, over 400 years ago. As for not hearing about the Dianar Empire, that isn't a surprise, considering the Federation haven't left the Milky Way Galaxy, let alone reached out the 7 galactic spans it would take to reach the fringes of the Dianar Empire," Ornixen said. Noticing a bit of anxiousness coming from the Admiral, he said, "Don't worry, Admiral. If I met you harm, you would know it by now. The sword is more a precaution then anything else. My purpose here is simple, I want to help you. I've spent nearly 400 years with the Dianar, who mastered Gateway technology many eons ago. And the star charts I have on my starfighter would probably come in handy as well."
Steve merely nodded slightly in understanding, before pulling out the phaser slowly and slipping it onto his belt in the usual fashion. "A precaution, you understand." He said, repeating Ornixen's words as the Commander folded his arms over his chest. "I'm still unsure of your intentions though... if your people discovered the use of the Gateways centuries ago; what interest does our attempts at using them mean to you?" He asked, moving one step from his desk to the side.
"To be honest, the rest of the Dianar Empire probably doesn't care one tiny bit. You're still hundreds of years away from being able to connect your gate here to any of the ones connected to the Dianar. However, personally, I've been wanting to return to the Milky Way Galaxy for many years, ever since I stepped down from being Kuchaba. Plus, the fact that you've been able to successfully access a Gateway means you can reach parts of space where the laws of physics as you understand them don't exist," Ornixen said. "For instance," he continued, waving his hand idly and causing all of the pads in the office to fly over to the desk and stack themselves perfectly.
Casually striding over to the replicator, he said, "Computer, one root beer." Once the beverage appeared, he took it and took a long drink. "Ah, well made root beer....I never could get the Dianar replicators to do the drink justice."
The Fleet Commander watched the stranger drink from the replicated beverage, nodding slightly but keeping his eyes firmly fixed on the man as he spoke. "Forgive me, but I'm still skeptical here..." He paused, unfolding his arms to clasp his hands behind his back loosely before continuing, "Lets say for argument's sake so far, that your intentions are as you say non-hostile... why mask yourself from my Starbase's detection?" He remained steady, his tone firmly solid as he posed the question.
"Honestly, I wanted to make sure we had a chance to talk uninterrupted. It isn't like you were expecting me, and, even if you were, would you have believed me had I shown up in a more traditional manner?"
"I wont pretend I would have done... infact, it would be hard to acertain how I would have been..." Steve knew this was very unorthodox of any Starfleet Commander, but, with the Gateway now being used - would anything be orthodox any more? They were bound to need to do things differently from tradition, especially First Contact situations... even if the First Contact was with a member of your own race... now that was a paradox and a half. He gestured with his hand to a vacant chair as he sat on the edge of his desk himself. "What is it you are proposing then...?"
Taking a seat, Ornixen calmly said, "Simple. I'd like to be an consultant, both on things relating to the Gateway and things magical. With your permission, I'll decloak my starfighter and instruct it to proceed with docking procedures. Also," he said as he tapped out a command on his wrist-com, "I have now deactivated my personal mask as well as the interference signal jamming your communications. Also, First Contact with a member of your own race is quite the Paradox," he said with a grin.
"I, err... was just thinking the same..." Steve said, reaching behind him to press a single button on his desk control, a small chirping sounding as he proceeded to speak. =/="Malloway to Command Control, instruct all Personnel; there will be an unknown vessel decloaking shortly - do not do anything to it and allow it to dock. Commander Blake I will explain shortly. Malloway out."=/= And with another tap he closed the link, looking back to Ornixen who, it would seem, hadnt moved. "This is very strange am sure to any officer within Starfleet... you'll understand I'll need to consult with my superiors? And obviously inform my Senior Staffing. I would also point out there will be certain... restrictions, on your part. Well, more conditions than restrictions I should say."
"That is perfectly understandable, considering my abilities," Ornixen said as he tapped a couple of commands into his wrist com.
Are you sure about this, sir. Dianese regulation strictly prohibit the decloaking of a personal starfighter in the vicinity of a fledgling base.
Yes, I know, Firestorm, however, since I am a member of this particular species, I'm staying and so are you. Decloak and request docking clearance. If they request visual confirmation, use a humanoid mask
Yes sir
"Alright, the Firestorm should be decloaked now. If there is nothing else, I guess I should visit your resident Quartermaster for a place to stay."
Steve nodded, standing to his feet from sitting on the edge of his desk. "Its a rather awkward situation I have here.... I have regulations I should follow, yet my exploratory instincts have me ignoring them," He chuckled, extending his hand to Ornixen, "If anyone has any issues, have them contact me directly... I'll see what comes of... all this."
Taking the Admiral's hand and giving it a firm shake, Ornixen said, "I hear ya, fully. I'm pretty sure this is a first for both of our peoples."
JP by Ornixen and Admiral Malloway
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