USS Malinche NCC-38997-A

<<Sickbay, USS Malinche, Day 3, 2040 hours>> The moment Yrel set foot inside sickbay, she was stopped by a chirp at her comm badge. "Tamlin to Sovereign," came the young voice of a nervous officer. Not surprising, a lot of officers were green in the lower ranks. The question that she quickly asked h...

(OOC: *pants* Made it in time) Borg, there was a name that was sure to send chills through the spines of any Starfleet officer that was paying attention to class. The threat that had been plaguing the Federation for the last couple decades, forcing technology to evolve quicker than it normally would...

ON:[ Science Lab, 2000 hours, Day 3, USS Malinche] It wasn't all that surprising to find the science lab, her place of function, was perhaps in the worst shape out of the entire ship. With good reason, of course, since a science lab was of low priority compared to tactical and engineering in a crisi...

<<USS Malinche>> <Main Engineering, Day 3, 1935> One Sensor probe, five comm badges, two tricorders, six transporter enhancers, a slew of equipment from the science lab that Yrel wasn't going to even begin to name, describe, and define at the moment, were all broken apart and littered the floor of t...

<USS Malinche, Shuttlebay, 1855 hours, Day 3> Despite the earlier conduct on the part of one Ensign Rhone, Yrel had to admit that his pilotting skills when the ship they were to head was in the midst of firing a volley of torpedoes at...something. A few minutes was all it took for the shuttle to eas...

<<Shuttle>> <Cabin, Day 3, 1805> A drunken pilot, and a loud-mouth ensign. What a way to get to the ship. Never had Yrel been this bad in her term as a green ensign. She knew better, from her hundred and so-forth years of experience. No wonder ensign we're never given much respect on duty, regardles...

<<Hotel Direidi, Outside Conference Room, 1758, Day 3>> Yrel was one of the first to leave the room, retrieving a PADD and quickly jotting down the things she'd soon need once they got up to the ship. She also took the precaution and assumed the ship didn't have a all-purpose on board and started to...

<<Hotel Direidi>> <Conference Room, 1741, Day 3> Confusion wasn't quite the word for it. No. It was more disoriented. Some much had been getting said in the meeting that Yrel almost wondered how things had gotten like this. So much hearsay, speculation, conspiracy theories and the lot that Yrel was ...

ON:<< Hotel Direidi, Conference Room, 1725, Day 3>> At the call of the captain, Yrel spoke up while remaining seated. "As Soren's already confirmed, the search in the basement resulted in nothing beyond energy fluctuations which were too evasive to work the tricorders into scanning more. But, it's n...

<<Hotel Direidi, Meeting Lounge, 1700, Day 3>> "Welcome Lieutenant to our little huddle here. We are just waiting for the Captain and her team to arrive. I trust your journey here was uneventful?" asked the first officer suddenly got hungry and pulled out a rashion. Yrel momentarily thought back to ...

<<Hotel Direidi, Meeting Lounge, 1654, Day 3>> Yrel wasn't the first to arrive at the meeting lounge, as she had thought possible. No, instead there were a number of the other Malinche crewmembers Yrel had reviewed briefly from her PADD. Commander Hunt, Lieutenant Thundera, Lieutenant Barrett, and L...

<<Hotel Direidi, New Wing, 1623, Day 3>> With slightly more than half an hour before the <i>Malinche</i> crew was to meet to discuss what had and had not been found during the group breakups, Yrel decided to a breather. Information was still lacking, with only continuously there and not there fluctu...

ON:<<Shuttlecraft Dante, In Orbit of Direidi, 1414, Day 3>> "There she is. Ain't she a beauty?" said Mark MacHammond, a sargent in the marine corps, as the shuttle dropped from warp speed and approached the modestly sized warship in orbit of a planet that once used to be dilithium central for the en...