A super star destroyer going down... It's gonna be a field day for Jet, and in a more literal sense for the survivors too.
Orlan
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So for some odd reason you want to read a summary of the git you see the said summary of before you... Well aren't you bored if that's the case?
Orlan, the name itself was an odd little thing I came up with in a dispute with a Dutchman based on the place in France; Orleans. Just take the e and the s out and you've got Orlan... The name I use. Never actually visited the place bizarrely enough. That Dutchman was later caught robbing the bank I had just closed down my old and empty account in, even said hello to the unlucky git on the way out.
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Do not bother me with Anime, manga or whatever else fits in that group, not a big fan of the art styles. Just give me traditional artwork and I'll be happy.
I quite like science fiction, especially star wars because I met David Prowse, poor bloke signed his name as Prowsf on the signed picture I have... He was the last person I expected at that flower show.
I tend to make up little tales and stories, which some people find to be true for some strange reason because of how well I lie according to a few friends and colleagues, the Dutchman Bank tale about the name is actually true, so is the David Prowse autograph event as well, met him in a local town's flower show at the beginning of the reasonably large event.
During my childhood I went on forty holidays, seven of them going to Paris... and I honestly cannot tell you the exact number of how many of them I've been on across Europe... A lot of them to see art and history museums because I cannot help loving the world's beauty in an odd way to most.
I have this strange instinct not to trust or listen to anyone who has tattoos, my own brother's an exception on the listening half, I dissaprove of such things naturally, and nothing has managed to change my views or opinion on it.
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That's all you're getting, can't be arsed to fail at describing myself accurately and I have nothing else to share... Off you go now and do something more interesting, find intreaguing people, after all it is your important time I am wasting, drivelling on about my holidays and my improvisations which are almost identical to the truth at times.
Orlan, the name itself was an odd little thing I came up with in a dispute with a Dutchman based on the place in France; Orleans. Just take the e and the s out and you've got Orlan... The name I use. Never actually visited the place bizarrely enough. That Dutchman was later caught robbing the bank I had just closed down my old and empty account in, even said hello to the unlucky git on the way out.
Notes:
Do not bother me with Anime, manga or whatever else fits in that group, not a big fan of the art styles. Just give me traditional artwork and I'll be happy.
I quite like science fiction, especially star wars because I met David Prowse, poor bloke signed his name as Prowsf on the signed picture I have... He was the last person I expected at that flower show.
I tend to make up little tales and stories, which some people find to be true for some strange reason because of how well I lie according to a few friends and colleagues, the Dutchman Bank tale about the name is actually true, so is the David Prowse autograph event as well, met him in a local town's flower show at the beginning of the reasonably large event.
During my childhood I went on forty holidays, seven of them going to Paris... and I honestly cannot tell you the exact number of how many of them I've been on across Europe... A lot of them to see art and history museums because I cannot help loving the world's beauty in an odd way to most.
I have this strange instinct not to trust or listen to anyone who has tattoos, my own brother's an exception on the listening half, I dissaprove of such things naturally, and nothing has managed to change my views or opinion on it.
End of Notes
That's all you're getting, can't be arsed to fail at describing myself accurately and I have nothing else to share... Off you go now and do something more interesting, find intreaguing people, after all it is your important time I am wasting, drivelling on about my holidays and my improvisations which are almost identical to the truth at times.
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@Azazaa Well I made a mildly similar post about what Kyle was planning and Krus is in the cockpit if I'm not mistaken, he'd hear what Kyle's advising the Milano to do.
I just thought that was because they wouldn't bring aboard a communications officer.
Little edited in point: It's also something I imagine a communications officer fiddling about with.
Little edited in point: It's also something I imagine a communications officer fiddling about with.
Surely Henry would handle hailing frequencies.
The noise of the dogfight had awoken the old man from his state of dread. "Someone's fighting the First Order?" Kyle questions aloud, getting off the sofa in time to see a citadel class cruiser fly around nearby. Let's see what I can use... Kyle hurriedly thinks before he notices the communications console, a console Kyle is rushing towards. Over a commonly used smuggler's frequency Kyle attempts to contact the civilian ship. "Pilot of the citadel cruiser you need to land at these coordinates, they cut the landing lights so be careful. I'll meet you there with a swoop bike and a cargo platform. Don't respond, they'll think it's the aftermath of your crash." Is the message Kyle transmits to the Milano.
With the console powered down and a sporting blaster assembled the old man walks outside the door of the canteen to a small side platform attached to the landing strip on the almost pitch black outpost-like stop. A larger building supports the landing strip on the other side while the cantina supports the side with the way down. The small platform has metal stairs leading down towards the jungle floor and to an old BARC speeder along with a small repulsorlift platform resting on a particularly large tree. The leaves of the tree at the cantina level form a rather nice little outdoors sitting area, although the benches are tempting Kyle needs to meet the crew of the cruiser, which after clambering down the stairs and getting the platform in place is what Kyle begins to do with a swift activation of the BARC speeder and even more swiftly the speeder, the platform and Kyle begin speeding off towards the clearing the coordinates lead to.
With the console powered down and a sporting blaster assembled the old man walks outside the door of the canteen to a small side platform attached to the landing strip on the almost pitch black outpost-like stop. A larger building supports the landing strip on the other side while the cantina supports the side with the way down. The small platform has metal stairs leading down towards the jungle floor and to an old BARC speeder along with a small repulsorlift platform resting on a particularly large tree. The leaves of the tree at the cantina level form a rather nice little outdoors sitting area, although the benches are tempting Kyle needs to meet the crew of the cruiser, which after clambering down the stairs and getting the platform in place is what Kyle begins to do with a swift activation of the BARC speeder and even more swiftly the speeder, the platform and Kyle begin speeding off towards the clearing the coordinates lead to.
Name: Henry Rolls
Age: 65
Rank/Position: Commander, Communications Officer
Race: Human
Appearance:
Personality: Henry's been a kind and confident man since he joined Starfleet, it was his sole purpose to do what he wanted; help. It's why he's on the Orion after all; he's an old man whose kindness is evident quickly and hatred of transporters is absolute, he isn't a man you'd imagine holding a phaser let alone attack someone and the idea of being deconstructed and then reconstructed petrifies Haiden so he's useless for away missions. The chance to see peace between the Romulans and the Federation would be such a momentous occasion that it might actually cure him of his mental condition which could be described as old world blues if it was to be described as anything... the war and the Borg have driven Henry towards archaeology and to the holodeck's technologies just to experience a slightly more peaceful past then what everyone else is experiencing.
History: This bumbling old commander was born and raised as a Hebridean local for around ten years in a reasonably pleasant lighthouse by his parents who worked for the local weather backup until it malfunctioned with disastrous consequences; one orphaned Henry and forty people dead. After the horrific accident the orphan was sent to his uncle who served as the communications officer on the USS Swann. The uncle and nephew lived aboard USS Swann until Henry decided to formally join Starfleet with half his life of experience and a recommendation from his uncle. When the Hood arrived back at Earth Henry first learnt of the transporter and how it works which led him and his uncle to use a shuttle which gave time for Henry to learn a little more about his only other means of vehicular transportation.
With his prior experience from the USS Swann Henry graduated as expected and he was offered multiple places throughout his entire career from working on Utopia Planitia as traffic control to listening post encryption, two of the most significant events occurred near Henry when he was working in Earth's orbit as a coordinator of shuttle traffic control during both the aftermath of wolf 359 and the battle of sector 001 where he and his colleagues were left in a barely functional platform to watch and listen to the screams of the dying and get Borg remains lodged in the outpost. After the the battle of sector 001 the ageing commander was reassigned to the Orion to try and give him one last voyage before Henry retires.
Skills: Henry's spent a long time dealing with different forms of communication and instructing people so he is well suited to the nuances of the career. He does also know how to pilot many of the shuttles the Federation utilizes because of his complete faith in them even with his vision going a little. He does know a reasonable amount about repairing multiple communication devices however the repair work doesn't always work.
Other: Henry should be a lieutenant commander however a clerical error has made him a commander and no one's bothered to fix it, he is retiring after the Orion after all.
Sample Post: "You've ruined it Hal, utterly ruined it." was the first sentence stated in the small medical bay of the outpost, it's general clutter might as well declare dominance over the room and evict the stressed surgeon considering it's quantity. "What have I ruined Greg?" the elderly visitor questions as he struggles to maneuver around the desk and see Greg. "You've ruined my entire schedule with your little reassignment... I have to send your medical files along to the Orion and attend the going party. It must be the universe conspiring against the prospect of me owning a clean desk." Greg jokes before he waves his arm and a box filled with medical tools to the floor.
"Had these shipments of medical supplies a month ago and no one's come for them... Any chance you could take a few boxes aboard the Orion?" that statement rolls towards Henry as he picks up the box from the floor and a thud resolves the mystery of where the box went.
"I think I could manage it for say... two bottles of that bloodwine you swindled from that Andorian last Wednesday, I think the Orion's second officer's a Klingon." "Done, that stuff is an incredible sedative, sent the last patient out cold with just the taster." With the negotiation done and the bottles exchanged the two friends walk off with four boxes of medical equipment from the cluttered bay as well as two bottles of blood wine.
@Blue Demon I think the 24 hours have passed.
After around three rewrites I present Henry Rolls.
Touch telepath... Why am I suddenly thinking of Red Dwarf?
"Well, I've found your little battery error..." Jet explains as he plucks a small and badly damaged mouse droid from the innards of a bridge console he was searching as the bridge staff continue their duties. "It's an MSE-6 series droid... Could be the one the cadet lost a month ago." Jet thinks aloud before giving the operator of the console the functional repair droid. The mouse droid then squeaks and tries to run away which it manages to do because the operator jumps at the noise. "How could it be damaged like that lieutenant?" the operator asks while watching the technician put the console back to it's pre-examination condition. "Might have been caught in a turbolaser, the cadet was asked to repair the 14th one. Well sir I expect you can resume your console commanding and I'll go and sort out a malfunctioning escape pod." The technician states as he picks up his tools and proudly walks off towards the escape pods.
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