Tavesh & Nechayev

[Albigensia]

NOTE: Martin, this scene helps advance the characters along, allowing some interaction. If you feel like having Dmitri smacking Tavesh down verbally, be my guest - he's sulking during this scene. Physically... er, he's a bit fast with the phasor.

Tavesh's pacing was starting to even scare his own men, carefully guarding the access points to the USS April, his antennae twitching in time with the way his boots punished the deckplate. Suddenly, the access hatch opened and out poured a review of the Federation's greatest hits - a Human, a Gorn, and a Benzite. Blue-skinned, he thought, but not nearly enough to be Andorian.

"About time!" Tavesh barked across the echoing docking bay.

"Commander Tavesh," replied the blond human leading the team, "glad to see you in charge of things."

"Give me time, pink-skin, and I will be charge of things. For the moment, I'm guarding this hunk of... this wreck for your intense inspection."

"You haven't been inside?"

"Why should I do your work for you?" The Andorian twitched his antennae in what Dmitri could only assume was a shrug. "Nothing's come in or out... or anywhere near, since we took over securing the vessel."

"Give me something to work on before we head inside. Who did the crew consist of?"

"Four pink-skins, two men who pretended to know what was going on, and two women who actually did. No other lifesigns according to the light bulb."

Necheyev squinted at Tavesh. "The what?"

"The hologram. That... navigator or whatever he calls himself."

"Noah."

"Yeah. That one."

Necheyev sighed. "Anything unusual about the crew?"

"Commander, I can't tell you pink-skins apart half the time."

"Anything else you'd like to tell me?"

"Just a question, commander. How long did you know about the April coming in before it docked?"

Dmitri's eyebrow raised. "Not long. Lieutenant Morfan tracked it coming into the system, determined it had nothing but defensive weapons, and Noah piloted it into the bay. It wasn't a threat."

"Life is threat, commander, and the sooner you realize that the sooner you'll realize in letting your security actually do its job in securing the ships - or any ships - that come into the Minshara."

Necheyev stepped closer to the Andorian and sniffed. "I would, if I wasn't sure my fellow officer wasn't drunk off his antlers." He turned to his men. "Time to search the ship."

[stanleyremington]

Stanley grumbled something about having his valuable time wasted with such a basic mission, taking only a few steps inside before a familiar feeling took hold and decided on a different set of priorities. Stan reached for his communicator as he began walking into one of the halls.
"Er...anyone know where the bathroom is on this thing? Y'know...in case anyone's hiding there...of course."
A nameless voice replied.
"We're not sure, we don't have the ship schematics ready...of course."
Stan gave a sarcastic chuckle and put the communicator back on his waist.
"Yeah, yeah, make fun of a guy just because he has a smart question, like that helps this stupid mission..." the officer continued to grumble, giving a quick run door to door of the ship, impatiently looking for the restroom.

[Veeck]

{name:Dmitri Nechayev#|#picture:21}(Note: I revised part of Marcus' post, then added to it, so I'm reposting it in full. Still making mental technobabble notes before writing the bits in side the ship itself.)

Tavesh's pacing was starting to even scare his own men, carefully guarding the access points to the USS April, his antennae twitching in time with the way his boots punished the deckplate. Suddenly, the access hatch opened and out poured a review of the Federation's greatest hits - a Human, a Gorn, and a Benzite. Blue-skinned, he thought, but not nearly enough to be Andorian.

"About time!" Tavesh barked across the echoing docking bay.

"Commander Tavesh," replied the blond human leading the team, "glad to see you in charge of things."

"Give me time, pink-skin, and I will be charge of things. For the moment, I'm guarding this hunk of... this wreck for your intense inspection."

"You haven't been inside?"

"Why should I do your work for you?" The Andorian twitched his antennae in what Dmitri could only assume was a shrug. "Nothing's come in or out... or anywhere near, since we took over securing the vessel."

"Give me something to work on before we head inside. Who did the crew consist of?"

"Four pink-skins, two men who pretended to know what was going on, and two women who actually did. No other lifesigns according to the light bulb."

Necheyev squinted at Tavesh. "The what?"

"The hologram. That... navigator or whatever he calls himself."

"Noah."

"Yeah. That one."

Necheyev sighed. "Anything unusual about the crew?"

"Commander, I can't tell you pink-skins apart half the time."

"Anything else you'd like to tell me?"

"Just a question, commander. How long did you know about the April coming in before it docked?"

Dmitri's eyebrow raised. "I didn't.”

Tavesh snorted. “Asleep on the job, Commander?”

The tactical officer shrugged. “Noah tracked it coming in, but my tactical team was in the middle of a simulation. Our digital friend determined, on his own authority, that the ship was not a threat and allowed it to dock, without interrupting our training exercise.”

“Sounds like it's threat parameters need adjustment,” the security officer concluded.

“That, and a few other things,” Dmitri replied, suddenly hardening his expression. “Such as your vocabulary, Commander Tavesh.”

"Am I using words with too many syllables,” Tavesh inquired with an insouciant grin.

“No, just too many unpleasant connotations,” Dmitri replied. “This ship can only succeed in its mission if all the individuals, and all the species, on board work together as a team. If we fight amongst ourselves, if we work at cross-purposes, we will all die, it's as simple as that.” Dmitri stepped closer and his voice became a low, dangerous whisper. “And if I ever hear you use the term pink-skin again, I'll have your bright blue hide, and the only security duty you'll be doing will be making sure Remington doesn't get hit by so many replicated rotten tomatoes that he's unable to carry out his vital latrine-cleaning duties. Do I make myself clear, Commander?”

Tavesh's antennae twitched in annoyance, but he merely threw Nechayev a purposely sketchy salute, turned on his heel, and marched off with his Andorian security detail to resume guarding the docking bay's exits. Dmitri sighed and trudged over to his own investigation crew.

Lt. Morfan had observed the entire incident, and quietly spoke to Dmitri as he walked up. “So, I see there is a reason you never got your own ship after all.”

Dmitri shrugged again. “Keeping track of a fleet's worth of capital ships, fighters, and projectiles and beams in a complex 4-dimensional battlefield, no problem. Keeping tabs on a few hundred sentients in my crew? Now, that's difficult.”

Morfan gave a very Dmitri-like shrug. “Well, let's go see what secrets we can pry from this ship's computers, shall we?” Dmtitri nodded, and the team carried their diagnostic and sensor gear up the gangplank into the airlock of the USS April.

[Mlle Bienvenu]

[Should I move this to the main thread yet, guys? or is there more you want to add/change?]

[Albigensia]

Sure - go ahead! I'm all set.