The Arrival

 Episode Name:  The Arrival

   Written By:  Raijin

         Cast:  Blair, Edwards, Jolvan, Raijin, Saxby, Spect and Tahlandi.

  Produced By:  Starfleet

  Directed By:  Raijin

     Aired On:  Tue Jul 23 22:58:57 2002

     Stardate:  52506.6

Time: Tue Jul 23 21:00:47 2002

Stardate: 52506.4

Jolvan stands quietly near ops looking over a PADD.

Both Romulan and Klingon ships have begun to arrive on the station for their respective celebrations. With such a large number of guests coming on board, tensions have been rather high but so far there have been no incidents.

Blair steps into the bustle of Ops from the corridor. The door slides shut with a whisper.

Blair has arrived.

Edwards lounges in the command chair idly, pondering this unusual turn of events. "Isn't it ironic that your people and the Klingons each have a celebration around the same time, Jolvan?" he inquires.

Blair steps out of the turbolift, glancing around for a moment before proceeding towards the engineering panel with a nod to those present, activating it and bringing up the communications and system status panels, lightly flipping through them.

Jolvan bites his lip,"Ironic isn't the word I have for it."

Saxby sits at tactical, keeping a close eye on the weapons and shields of the ships in near space, flicking over their weapon specs with idle curiosity. He pauses a moment to look over at Edwards at his comment, smiling at Jolvan's reply as he looks back to his displays.

Blair sits down at Engineering I.

"Maybe it's something your peoples can bond over." Edwards comments. "Or, more likely, kill each other over."

Blair notes, "History sometimes calls them the same thing, sir." He lightly taps at his console, checking over various and sundry rrays and things.

Jolvan shakes his head,"I'll be diplomatic, sir, and hope it comes to neither."

Kentoz sits at the operations station, monitoring flight control. He keeps a steady eye on his viewscreen while relaying instructions to docking ships. "IKS Mupwi'heQ, you are cleared to dock at bay 3...belay that...bay 5. Check. Bay 5." On his screen, an irritated looking Klingon barks out, "Well which is it, Napean? Three or five?!" "Five, Captain, and welcome to Station 419," Kentoz says with a smile. When his viewscreen blinks out, he sighs and shakes his head. "There isn't this much traffic on a battlefield."

Jolvan says, "You're lucky he didn't lose a finger. Otherwise he couldn't count to five."

Edwards grins faintly after Kentoz's comment and shakes his head. "Let's keep alert, people." he remarks. "This thing is a powder keg ready to blow." Glancing toward Jolvan, he adds, "I hope your people can restrain themselves as well as you can. And I hope the Klingons do better than VuQ'cheH."

Saxby tries to keep his smile relatively smothered, paying half attention to the others in the room and half to the screen before him.

Kentoz mutters, "Right. They chose "that" guy for a diplomat? Hate to see an undiplomatic Klingon."

Blair smiles softly. "Meaning most of them?" he comments towards Kentoz. "They're diplomatic by their own standards, anyway."

Tahlandi steps into the bustle of Ops from the corridor. The door slides shut with a whisper.

Tahlandi has arrived.

A Romulan Warbird warps in near the station. Kentoz brings them up on his flight control screen as the station receives the standard hailing asking for permission to dock before he relays instructions to the ship. "Bay Two, Captain. Welcome to Station 419." Shortly after, two Klingon warships warp in at the same time near the place where the Romulan ship came in.

Blair taps at his console, bringing up schematics on the docking arms, checking over bays, shuttles, transporters.... "At least they're civil so far."

Saxby nods slightly, "Just how many ships are we expecting from each?" he asks as he pays more attention to the Klingon ships near the Romulan.

The doors to Operations slide open, admitting the Assistant Operations Manager to the nerve center of Station 419. Tahlandi trots down the walkways at a fair pace, approaching the operations station. "You're relieved, Ensign," she says gently, before taking a seat in the other chair.

Tahlandi sits down at Operations.

Jolvan watches the screen,"I didn't know ambassador Maek had this many friends and I didn't think Ambassador VuQ'cheH had any."

Kentoz stands up from his station and says, "Thank you, sir," with a smile before exiting Operations.

Edwards makes a vague gesture with his hand, "Should be eight ships from each party and a few shuttles. Nothing we can't handle, just as long as they don't start a mini-war in our backyard."

Blair chuckles. "Don't jinx it, sir. I'm hoping we won't need to make sure the phasers are all working."

Saxby taps his comm badge, "Ensign Saxby to Lieutenant JG Golden."

Tahlandi cracks her knuckles, chuckling softly. "Should've figured it wouldn't stay boring for long," she murmurs to herself, before she glances over her shoulder. "Commander, both Klingon ships are demanding docking priority. Immediately."

Over Saxby's comm badge a voice answers, "Lieutenant JG Golden here."

Edwards regards Tahlandi and remarks, "Just find them a place to put themselves, Leftenant."

Into his comm badge, Saxby says, "Thought I'd give you a heads up, the Klingon and Romulan ships are arriving for the festivities, eight of each and a few shuttles, you might want to stay on your toes and watch the monitors. Could be worth sending someone around to the Neutral Zone just to be visible too."

Tahlandi nods as she turns back to her console. "Aye, sir." She begins routing communications appropriately.

From Saxby's comm badge, Golden says, ""Thank you for that heads up, Mr. Saxby I will see about sending security details to make a presence and render help to our guests as they might need it. Once you finish your rotation you can take charge of the detail in the Neutral Zone."

Apparently disregarding the assigned instructions, both ships engage their impulse engines and make way towards the station. Each tries to inch it's nose in front of the other and cut them off. When one attempts, the other speeds up. It doesn't take long before both ships are approaching at speeds certainly unsafe for docking manuevers. In addition, both are approaching the Romulan Warbird's docking path.

Tahlandi groans softly. "They're ignoring me, sir... and they're both trying to bully their way past the other. Their current trajectories will put them right into the Warbird, if they don't collide with each other first."

Saxby barely has a chance to pay much attention to the message come over his compin as he glances with alarm at the potential collision. Shaking his head he sighs softly, "Tractor beam one of them?" he offers helpfully.

Saxby reaches up and taps his comm badge, ending transmission.

Blair taps at his panel. "If the Warbird's moving slowly, we can ask it to halt...then try punching one or both of the Klingons out of the way." He frowns. "Not the best start, but I think they'd rather be alive."

Edwards winces and leans forward slightly, "Tactical, transmit a message to the Warbird and warn them about the approaching ships. Ops, tell them if they don't pull back and follow direction, they're not welcome here. And if they don't do so immediately, grab one with a tractor beam."

Tahlandi nods. "Aye, sir." She begins to relay the message on her console, the chorus of beeps providing a musical background to her next question. "Any preference as to which one gets it?"

Blair quickly taps at his console, glancing over the tractor beam diagnostics and re-checking power levels.

Edwards shakes his head at Tahlandi's question, "No, just shove one back, and warn the other that they're next if they don't stop."

Saxby hits some buttons deftly, contacting the Warbird and quickly warning them about the inbound ships, finishing however with a reassurance that things are being delt with from this end.

The Romulan Warbird disengages it's engines and waits in place while the Klingon vessles barrel past. The first ship, a Vorcha class, ignores the communication. The second, an old D7 takes the time hail the station but does not stop trying to get the upper hand.

Tahlandi glances over her shoulder. "Neither one of them is stopping, sir. Although the D7 is at least considerate enough to be hailing us while they do it."

Edwards remarks dryly, "How considerate." With a shake of his head, he mutters, "Of course it had to be two Klingon ships that give us trouble..."

Blair stands and moves away from his console. "I'll get some power rerouted to the beams for more punch, sir," he calls out, and moves quickly towards the door out, trying to waste as little time as possible.

Blair heads out of Operations and into the main corridor.

Blair has left.

Saxby shakes his head slightly, "Probably best to hit the Voncha class vessel as soon as possible then" he advises, gazing down at his display.

<CONTEST> Saxby contests his Shipboard Systems skill vs a difficulty of Routine and Fails!

Jolvan mumbles something about phasers.

Saxby glances to Edwards, "I'm not getting a proper lock" he says quickly, hitting at the display as he tries again.

GAME: Saxby spends a courage point.

Edwards swears under his breath, "Try again!"

<CONTEST> Saxby (claiming advantage) contests his Shipboard Systems skill vs a difficulty of Routine and Succeeds!

Saxby works quickly, "Got the lock now, give them a brief push back?" he asks, waiting upon confirmation to go ahead.

Spect steps into the bustle of Ops from the corridor. The door slides shut with a whisper.

Spect has arrived.

Edwards nods swiftly in Saxby's direction, "That was the order."

Spect enter OPS preparing for his regular duty shift when he notices the screen. He immediately moves to take a position.

Saxby hits the button, engaging the tractor beam until the ship has been pulled back from the other it is competing with, leaving it floundering in space until he shuts off the beam. "That's one taken care of" he announces.

Spect sits down at Operations.

The D7 slows down, it's status as "first" confirmed. It begins to dock at it's assigned position.

Edwards sighs faintly and slouches somewhat in his chair. "Tahlandi, get the names of both Captains, so we can file a complaint with VuQ'cheH." he orders.

Spect looks over to Talhlandi with a smiel, "Finally some action huh?" then looking down at his console he tapes a few buttons, "Sir, incoming transmission from the Vorcha Class Ship."

Saxby relaxes slightly with the potential conflict resolved, glancing from his screen as he goes to see what the troublesome captain has got to say for himself.

"Lovely." Edwards mutters. He straightens in his chair and looks toward the viewscreen, "Put it on-screen."

Tahlandi taps a few buttons before saying softly to Edwards... "Captain Rogh is commanding the D7. Captain Pok'taH commanding the Vorcha."

Spect nods and goes through the procedure, newly learned mind you, and puts the transmission up on screen, "On Screen Sir."

An infuriated looking Klingon face appears on the viewscreen. "Yoooouuuu sniveling, deceitful globb flies! You worthless k'pekt! I swear by my father's sword I will tear out your eyeballs and feed them to your siblings! I am Captain Pok'taH of the IKS GoHmaq and I demand to speak to your station commander this instant!!"

Edwards listens to the mini-rant passively. When he can actually speak, he states, "Your reckless behavior nearly endangered this station and some of its guests. You should be happy that I don't tell you to go home."

Spect looks up at the viewscreen and a slight grin crosses his face, but it quickly disappears as Spect check his console yet again, "Sir, incoming transmission from the Romulan Ship."

Saxby does a good job of gazing impassively at the screen, eyes glancing at his console periodically just to stay updated.

Jolvan moves over to stand behind the command chair.

The Klingon captain glares at Edwards and barks, "And you chose /my/ ship to assault?! You are conspiring with that Rogh, aren't you? Do not lie to me!"

Edwards glances toward Spect briefly, "Ask them to please stand by." Returning his attention to the Klingon, he remarks, "It was just the luck of the draw, Captain. Now would you like to follow proper docking procedure or should we inform Ambassador VuQ'cheH that you couldn't make it?"

Spect does as he is told. He quickly puts in the request for the Romulans to standd by then turns his attention back to the screen. Once again a grin comes to his face.

Jolvan says, "I could talk to the romulan commander, sir."

"I will let you live this time," the Klingon growls. "We will dock now. Pok'taH out!"

The Vorcha proceeds to dock at a reasonable speed.

Saxby lets a smile return to his face as the Klingon disappears, keeping a monitor on the ship until the docking is completed.

Edwards comments, after the Klingon cuts communications, "How gracious." He glances at Jolvan, "Just stay here and be ready to help me out." That said, he orders, "Put the Romulans on-screen."

Spect simply nods and puts it up, "On Screen Sir."

The face of the Romulan captain appears on screen. "Lieutenant Commander," he says with his hands calmly steepled. "If you can not control those animals, might I suggest they be kept on a tighter leash?"

"We're doing the best we can to ensure that /everyone/ plays by the rules, Commander." Edwards replies, tone even. "I apologize for the disturbance."

"Mmm," the captain hums noncommitally. "Do see that these kinds of disturbances do not occur while the celebration takes place, hmm? Perhaps if you gave them all a nice stone room to kill each other in with bars, they would have their battles and the rest of us would have a zoo." The screen blanks out and the warbird continues docking.

Saxby looks up as another officer comes in and has a quiet word with him. He nods to the man, moving to one side as he is replaced at the tactical console and glances at the Romulan captain on screen as he leaves.

Saxby heads out of Operations and into the main corridor.

Saxby has left.

Edwards slowly turns to regard Jolvan and comments, "I think hat went well."

Tahlandi smirks.

With a flash of light, a Pakled ship warps in near the station.

Spect chuckles slightly and says just under his breath, "Welcome to S419. Have a nice day."

Jolvan nods,"Perhaps you'll need a bigger station."

Edwards remarks, "Perhaps." Facing forward once more, he eyes the viewscreen and inquires, "Now what?"

Tahlandi doesn't look up from her console. "Pakled freighter just in-system is hailing us, asking for docking instructions."

Edwards reaches up and rubs his jaw absently. "A Klingon, a Romulan and a Pakled walk into a bar..." he says softly. Raising his voice, he states, "Help them out, Leftenant."

Tahlandi nods. "Aye, sir. Routing docking directions now." And her hands fly over the console as she does so.

Tahlandi closes her eyes and lowers her head slowly. "Sir... the... the Pakleds are heading for the wrong bay." A smile pulls at the corners of her lips, fighting to surface. "Shall I give them a bit more help?"

Edwards shakes his head a little, "Please, Leftenant."

Tahlandi begins redirecting the Pakleds as quickly as she can.

Tahlandi chuckles softly. "And now they're hailing us."

Jolvan says, "They might need a helmsman."

Edwards smirks at Jolvan's comment. "Put them on-screen."

A rather cross looking Pakled appears on screen. His furry brows are furrowed together and he has a pouty lip. "You said bay 4! I go bay 4. Then you stop and say bay 4. I was going bay 4!"

Spect glances up towards the screen along with everyone else, "Anybody have popcorn?"

Edwards oys, "Leftenant Tahlandi?"

Jolvan says, "I would say we flash the docking light on /bay 4/ so they can see the bay better"

The Pakled captain crosses his arms and says, "We see bay four just fine! See?" He starts pointing at his viewscreen and is obviously counting them from his perspective from right to left. "One, two, three, four. That bay four. We dock there!"

Tahlandi glances at Edwards, nodding towards Jolvan. "I think he has the right idea, sir."

Spect grins, ' Ican talk them in if you like sir."

Edwards nods to Tahlandi, "Do it. And if that doesn't work, Mr. Spect can help them out." He glances back to the viewscreen, "We'll show you the correct bay, Captain, and we're sorry for the confusion."

Tahlandi immediately gets to work on using the docking light as a signal beacon.

The pakled crosses his arms again with a smug, superior expression on his face and says, "You do things wrong," before the screen blinks out.

Jolvan chuckles

Edwards slumps in his chair and shakes his head, "Romulans, Klingons and Pakleds, oh my."

Spect listens to the Pakled ship as it finished docking then he turns towards the Commander, "So?" he raises an eyebrow, "A Romulan, Kilingon and a Pakled walk into a bar?"

Jolvan sighs,"I have a Commander to brief. If you will excuse me,sir."

Edwards remarks, "And they all give me a coronary." With a glance at Jolvan, he adds, "No offense. And have fun."