USS Spectre Compile - May 1st-31st 2008 by Alan Reading ========================================================================= Mission: When Poachers Come to Call Day: 17 Stardate: 2408.02.01 (USS Spectre – Main engineering – Nurse Douwsy - 17:08) (USS Spectre – Corridor - Corporal Houseman - 18:00) (USS Spectre - Security Station Foxtrot – Security officer Smith - 18:03) (Ushar Prime – RD Medical Facility – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 18:12) (USS Spectre – Jeffrey Tubes - Corporal Jose Rameriz - 18:13) (Ushari Prime - City Outskirts, "Old Town" Amusement Park - Ensign Jynea Kreung - 18:14) (USS Spectre - Chief OPS Office - Chief OPS - Lt. Chenoll - 18:15) (USS Spectre - Chief OPS Office - Chief OPS - Lt. George La Flaga – 18:15) (Ushar Prime – RD Medical Facility – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 18:15) (USS Spectre – Jeffrey Tubes - Corporal Houseman - 18:15) (USS Spectre - Hydroponics - Nurse T'Pia Pelletier - 18:15) (USS Spectre - Chief OPS Office - Chief OPS - Lt. Chenoll - 18:17) (Ushar Prime – SSFE – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 18:20) (USS Spectre - Chief OPS Office – OPS Lt. George La Flaga – 18:20) (Ushar Prime – SSFE – SO, Ensign Nathanial Yates - 18:21) (Ushar Prime - SSFE - Ensign Jynea Kreung - 18:22) (USS Spectre - Sickbay - CMO Williams - 18:22) (USS Spectre - Main Bridge - TAC/SC Lt Yelena Vasilyovna - 18:29) (USS Spectre - Main Bridge - Chief OPS - Lt. Chenoll - 18:30) (Ushar Prime – SSFE – Pun'Til - 18:30) (USS Spectre - Main Bridge – Pilot Officer Smith - 18:31) (Ushar Prime - Capital City Rising Dawn Medical Facility - SFI Agent Lt. Cmdr Brian Rogers - 18:32) (USS Spectre - Main Bridge - Chief OPS - Lt. Chenoll - 18:34) (USS Spectre - Main Bridge - TAC/SC Lt Yelena Vasilyovna - 18:35) (Ushar Prime – SSFE – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 18:35) (Ushar Prime – SSFE – SO, Ensign Nathanial Yates - 18:36) (Ushar Prime – SSFE – TAC/ASC Charles "Chuck" Donaldson - 18:36) (USS Spectre - Main Bridge - Chief OPS - Lt. Chenoll - 18:37) (Ushar Prime – SSFE – SO, Ensign Nathanial Yates - 18:38) (Ushar Prime - SSFE - TAC/ASC Charles "Chuck" Donaldson - 18:38) (Ushar Prime - SSFE – Ensign Jynea Kreung – 18:40) (USS Spectre - Main Bridge – Pilot Officer Smith - 18:40) (Ushar Prime – SSFE – SO, Ensign Nathanial Yates - 18:43) (USS Spectre – Security Station Foxtrot - Security officer Smith – 18:45) (USS Spectre - Brig - TAC/ASC Charles "Chuck" Donaldson - 18:50) (USS Spectre – George’s Quarters - Lt. George La Flaga – 19:00) (Ushar Prime - Capital City Public Shopping Complex - SFI Agent - Lt. Cmdr Brian Rogers - 19:01) (USS Spectre – Bridge - Conn - Pilot officer Smith – 19:02) (Ushar Prime - Capital City, Public Shopping Complex - Bartender Leena - 19:05) (Ushar Prime - Capital City Public Shopping Complex - Ensign Alex Goldsteen - 19:07) (Ushar Prime - Capital City, Public Shopping Complex - SFI Agent - Lt. Cmdr Brian Rogers - 19:07) (Ushar Prime - Capital City Public Shopping Complex - Bartender Leena - 19:08) (USS Spectre - Brig - TAC/SC Lt Yelena Vasilyovna - 19:10) (Ushar Prime – Bridge – Mark the Lagomorphic - 19:10) (Ushar Prime - Capital City Public Shopping Complex - ATAC/ASC ensign Goldsteen - 19:11) (Ushar Prime - Capital City, Reception Hall - Captain T'Vhor - 19:11) (USS Spectre - Brig - TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 19:12) (Ushar Prime – SSFE – SO, Ensign Nathanial Yates - 19:12) (USS Spectre – Sickbay – CMO’s Office – CMO Williams – 19:12) (Ushar Prime - Capital City Public Shopping Complex - Bartender Leena - 19:14) (Ushar Prime - SSFE – Ensign Jynea Kreung – 19:15) (Ushar Prime - Capital City Public Shopping Complex - ATAC/ASC Ensign Goldsteen - 19:17) (Ushar Prime - SSFE - SO, Ensign Nathanial Yates - 19:18) (Ushar Prime - Capital City Public Shopping Complex - Bartender Leena - 19:18) (USS Spectre - Sickbay – CMO Williams - 19:20) (Ushar Prime - SSFE - Ensign Jynea Kreung - 19:20) (USS Spectre – Transporter Room 1 - TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 19:20) (Ushar Prime - Capital City Public Shopping Complex - ATAC/ASC Ensign Goldsteen - 19:20) (USS Spectre - Sickbay - SO, Ensign Nathanial Yates - 19:21) (Ushar Prime - Capital City Public Shopping Complex - Bartender Leena - 19:21) (Ushar Prime – SSFE - TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 19:22) (Ushar Prime - SSFE - Ensign Jynea Kreung - 19:23) (Ushar Prime - Capital City Public Shopping Complex - ATAC/ASC Ensign Goldsteen - 19:24) (Ushar Prime - SSFE - TAC/ASC Charles "Chuck" Donaldson - 19:25) (Ushar Prime - Capital City Public Shopping Complex - Bartender Leena - 19:26) (Ushar Prime - Capital City Public Shopping Complex - ATAC/ASC Ensign Goldsteen - 19:30) (Ushar Prime - Capital City Public Shopping Complex - Bartender Leena - 19:32) (Ushar Prime - Capital City Public Shopping Complex - ATAC/ASC Ensign Goldsteen - 19:34) (Ushar Prime - Capital City Public Shopping Complex - Bartender Leena - 19:36) (Ushar Prime - DiliPro Inc. Mining Center #3 - SFI Agent - Lt. Cmdr Brian Rogers - 19:36) (Ushar Prime - Capital City Public Shopping Complex - ATAC/ASC Ensign Goldsteen - 19:38) (Ushar Prime - Capital City Public Shopping Complex - Bartender Leena - 19:40) (Ushar Prime - Capital City Public Shopping Complex - ATAC/ASC Ensign Goldsteen - 19:42) (Ushar Prime - Capital City Public Shopping Complex - Bartender Leena - 19:44) (USS Spectre – Security Station Foxtrot - Security Officer Smith – 19:45) (Ushar Prime - Capital City Public Shopping Complex - ATAC/ASC Ensign Goldsteen - 19:46) (Ushar Prime - Capital City Public Shopping Complex - Bartender Leena - 19:49) (Ushar Prime - DiliPro Inc. Mining Center #3 - SFI Agent - Lt. Cmdr Brian Rogers - 20:01) (Ushar Prime - Capital City, Stateroom - Captain T'Vhor - 20:32) (Ushar Prime - Capital City, PM's Residence - FO Commander Michael Ian O'Connor - 20:40) (Ushar Prime - Capital City, PM's Residence - Captain T'Vhor - 20:42) (Ushar Prime - Capital City, Reception Hall - Captain T'Vhor - 20:55) (Ushar Prime - Capital City Public Shopping Complex - ATAC/ASC Ensign Goldsteen - 20:56) (Ushar Prime - Passenger Tunnel, Capital City Route B1 - SFI Agent, Lt. Cmdr Brian Rogers - 20:57) (Ushar Prime - Capital City, Reception Hall - Captain T'Vhor - 20:58) (Ushar Prime - Passenger Tunnel, Capital City Route B1 - SFI Agent Lt.Cmdr Brian Rogers - 20:59) (Ushar Prime – SSFE – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson – 21:00) (Ushar Prime – Primary Weather Control, first level – Ensign Bys’At – 21:00) (Ushar Prime – Primary Weather Control, second level – Ensign Paul Morphy – 21:00) (Ushar Prime - Capital City, Reception Hall - Captain T'Vhor - 21:00) (USS Spectre - Transporter Room - SFI Agent - Lt. Commander Brian Rogers - 21:02) (USS Spectre - Ten Forward - SFI Agent - Lt. Commander Brian Rogers - 21:09) (USS Spectre - Transporter Room 1 - Captain T'Vhor - 21:15) (USS Spectre - Sickbay - CMO Williams - 21:20) (USS Spectre - Turbolift Four - Captain T'Vhor - 21:21) (USS Spectre – Sickbay – CMO’s Office – CMO Williams - 21:23) (USS Spectre - Conference Room - Captain T'Vhor - 21:50) (USS Spectre - Ten Forward - Bartender Leena - 21:51) (USS Spectre - Ten Forward - ATAC/ASC Ensign Alex Goldsteen - 21:52) (USS Spectre - Deck 2, Conference Room - Captain T'Vhor and Leena - 21:59) (USS Spectre - Deck 2, Conference Room - ATAC/ASC Ensign Goldsteen - 22:00) (USS Spectre - Holodeck 2 - Private Yzak Moriuchi - 22:00) (USS Spectre - Holodeck 2 - Corporal Jose Rameriz, Holo-Marine Jose Rameriz, etc - 22:00) (USS Spectre - Main Shuttlebay - Marine Officer - Lt. Major Khran - 22:04) (USS Spectre - Holodeck 2 - Corporal Houseman - 22:05) (USS Spectre - MXO's Quarters - MXO, Major Bruce Kowalski - 22:09) (USS Spectre - MXO Quarters - Marine Officer - Lt. Major Khran - 22:10) (USS Spectre - Holodeck 2 - Holo-marine Jose Rameriz - 22:10) (USS Spectre - MXO Quarters - Marine Officer - Lt. Major Khran - 22:11) (USS Spectre - MXO's Quarters - MXO, Major Bruce Kowalski - 22:12) (USS Spectre - Holodeck 2 - Corporal Jose Rameriz - 22:12) (USS Spectre - MXO Quarters - Marine Officer - Lt. Major Khran - 22:13) (USS Spectre - Holodeck 2 - Corporal Houseman - 22:14) (USS Spectre - Holodeck one - TAC/ASC Charles "Chuck" Donaldson - 22:20) (USS Spectre - Holodeck 2 - CPO Marrun - 22:32) (USS Spectre - Sickbay - Captain T'Vhor - 22:40) (USS Spectre - Sickbay - CMO Williams - 22:42) (USS Spectre - Sickbay - Captain T'Vhor - 22:45) (USS Spectre - Sickbay - CMO Williams - 22:47) (USS Spectre - Deck Two, Corridor - Captain T'Vhor - 22:51) (USS Spectre - Corridor - Captain T'Vhor - 23:01) (USS Spectre - Ten Forward Lounge - Captain T'Vhor - 23:10) (USS Spectre - Ten Forward Lounge - Ensign Jynea Kreung - 23:10) (USS Spectre - Ten Forward - Ensign Paul Morphy - 23:10) (USS Spectre - Marine's Barracks - Ensign Jynea Kreung - 23:40) (USS Spectre - Marine's Barracks - Corporal Houseman - 23:43) ========================================================================= Mission: When Poachers Come to Call Day: 17 Stardate: 2408.02.01 (USS Spectre – Main engineering – Nurse Douwsy - 17:08) "True, but it's at least it entertaining. I'd much rather have horribly inaccurate rumors, than an actual invasion or fight. A fight means work, and it means I have to trust those chuckle heads in there to help me fix this ship when the Officer's inevitably break it." Douwsy grinned. "But that's the whole point. if they did not have use fixing everything that they broke then the ship would fall around their ears." "Well, they've got to be good for something, and if they want the responsibility they can have it, I'd much rather spend the rest of my working career in a jefferies tube." Douswy nodded. "I know what you mean. I feel that same about sickbay." She paused for a moment. "Look when you've finished your shift want to go for a drink." (reply Revan) NRPG: if not I'll re-post RPG: Douwsy nodded. "Okay. give me a comm when your shift is over." She looked down at her PADD. "I should get throught most of this by then." (reply Revan) (Reply Revan, any) (Posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre – Corridor - Corporal Houseman - 18:00) Houseman’s feet pounded down the corridor. He kept pace with the marine in front of him as the corridor passed under his feet. “I hope every one is enjoying there little run.” Houseman glanced over at the Sergeant who was keeping pace. “Yes Sergeant I’m having a wonderful time.” He adjusted his straps of his back pack he was carrying. ~What’s his problem just coz he can’t take a joke~ “Move it people we have a long way to go.” ~Obviously not then~ They came to a jefferies tube hatch which the Sergeant opened. “We’re going for a little climb. Right then lets go to deck 16.” ~Not too bad only three decks down~ “Via deck 4.” Houseman groaned to himself as he began to climb. (reply Any) (posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Security Station Foxtrot – Security officer Smith - 18:03) Jo looked at the console in front of her. She had been trawling through the data that had been sent to her. She looked at the multiple display that were covering her screen. She looked at small box in one corner of the console. ~Hmm okay so the dilithium depot sends six cargo runs to the refinery a day~ She then looked at another. ~They then send four shuttles from the refinery to the orbital station for out of system transport~ She flicked between the data. ~So each shuttle takes that much to the refinery and that much is lost in the refinery process~ She brought up another screen and frowned at the data. ~But that means that the shuttles boosting up to orbit are lighter than specified~ She flicked through the data again to make sure that she was not wrong. ~So where is the remaining tonnes~ She activated the comm system. "Lieutenant Smith to Lieutenant Donaldson." (reply Donaldson) "I've been going over the data you sent me. I have found a discrepancy in the refinery haulage. It is only a small amount but is too regular to be clerical error. I'm sending the data back to you." Jo entered a few commands and sent a compressed version of the data that she had collected. (reply Donaldson) (reply Donaldson, any) (posted by Robbie) (Ushar Prime – RD Medical Facility – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 18:12) Chuck had remained silent while the Captain, Rogers, and even Goldsteen completely ignored him and went about ‘solving the crime’. It reminded him a little of a retro earth television show called called ‘Scooby-Doo’. He felt his chin for peach fuzz and was pleasantly met by a clean shave. =/\=Lieutenant Smith to Lieutenant Donaldson. =/\= Chuck’s commbadge chirped ~Hey, I’m not left out!!~ “Donaldson here. Go ahead, Lieutenant.” Said Chuck tapping the badge. =/\=I've been going over the data you sent me. I have found a discrepancy in the refinery haulage. It is only a small amount but is too regular to be clerical error. I'm sending the data back to you.=/\= Chuck’s tricorder began beeping and he removed it from his uniform jacket and flipped it open. ~She’s right it’s too regular.~ “Thank you, Lieutenant. Keep looking at the data for me. Donaldson out.” Said Chuck closing the channel. (reply Smith IYW) He went back to studying the tricorder. The information Smith had found was important but it wasn’t just the missing Dilithium. The gambler in Chuck noticed it right away but the average Starfleet Officer probably wouldn’t notice. ~Betting the spread. The discrepancies were divided across multiple loads on multiple vessels. It’s not just a single ship Captain or one shipping company.~ With a few button presses Chuck brought up the government freighter schedule off of Ushari. In the next few hours only three freighters would be leaving. Whoever was taking the Dilithium was making ‘withdrawals’ regularly … one of those few vessels might provide a clue or two. Chuck wanted to check it out but the Captain had ordered everyone to keep to the buddy system. Rogers and Goldsteen had taken off and the Captain was busy with clerical duties coordinating Rogers/Goldsteen, Kreung/Yates, the Engineers at the Weather control, and the Spectre. Without any more ado Chuck tapped his commbadge. NRPG: drum roll please … RPG: “Donaldson to Counselor Kreung” he ordered. (reply Jynea) “If you’re up for a scavenger hunt meet me at the Southern Swell Freighter Exchange … and make sure Yates tags along, we don’t need yet another Officer wondering off alone.” (reply Smith, Kreung, Yates, T’Vhor?, any) (posted by Anton) (USS Spectre – Jeffrey Tubes - Corporal Jose Rameriz - 18:13) Rameriz greeted Houseman with a pair of boots to the chest. He had his hands on the bottom rung of the ladder above and was more than happy to swing on it to assist Houseman back down to the deck from which he'd just climbed up. The rest of the climbing marines seemed equally happy to let the two take care of themselves, especially when Houseman got a paw on Rameriz's left boot and dragged the Spaniard down with him. They both landed with thumps on the deck and before the Sergeant at the tail could yell at them, Houseman had grabbed Rameriz and flipped onto him for the attack. The Sergeant bellowed something about get up and catch up before continuing up the ladder. Rameriz ignored him as he concentrated on getting the two hundred pound marine off him. Houseman ignored him as he concentrated on strangling the marine who had ambushed him. Rameriz managed to wiggle out from the hold and counter-attacked Houseman. The two went rolling and flailing down the horizontal tube until they wacked into the wall. "Hey Mans – I found out you's were the one who made the holo-Rameriz!" (Reply Houseman) Rameriz was trying to strangle Houseman, but it was proving difficult since Houseman was counter strangling him and had the longer reach. "An' you's spread it across the fleet man!" (Reply Houseman) Rameriz grinned, letting go of Houseman. "Best practical joke EVER!" (Reply Houseman) Rameriz got tossed halfway down the tube, "I cans fly!" he called as he tucked, somersaulted into the fall and landed on his feet by the ladder. "Hey slows poke, you coming or not??" He scrambled up the ladder like a squirrel, planning on staying out of reach of the much taller marine. "Last one buys da beer!" (Reply Houseman/any marine) (Posted by Lorna) (Ushari Prime - City Outskirts, "Old Town" Amusement Park - Ensign Jynea Kreung - 18:14) Jynea wasn't quite sure how a representation of the original mining settlement of the planet, pre-warp, was considered an "amusement" park. She'd been expecting ferris wheels and cotton candy. But still, it was certainly educational following their tour guide, watching Nathaniel duck every time they left a cross section. They'd offered him a helmet to protect his head but he seemed to think adding another inch to his height wasn't the brightest idea. So far, he'd yet to take a lump. Jynea wondered what he'd do if they were attacked. She supposed security teams dealt with training in all sorts of situations from no gravity to underwater to compact quarters, but still, it couldn't be .. well, amusing. Except to the viewer, and she was pretty sure Ensign Yates would be suitably disgruntled if she was giggling while he was trying to save her life. =/\= Donaldson to Counsellor Kreung" =/\= Chuck's voice interrupted her thoughts and the tour guide's words. She waved an apology as she'd seen the kids do to one another, hoped it wasn't offensive slang to an adult and dropped back so they wouldn't further interrupt the tour. The woman didn't seem offended, nor did any of the others in the group, so she supposed she'd chosen the right gesture. "Jynea here, Charles." She replied. She supposed she shouldn't tease him with Yates listening eagerly, but somethings a woman just couldn't resist. =/\= If you're up for a scavenger hunt meet me at the Southern Swell Freighter Exchange . And make sure Yates tags along, we don't need yet another Officer wondering off alone. =/\= She raised an eyebrow to Yates. She wasn't quite sure what Chuck was up to now, but it seemed more interesting than learning about what types of picks were used with what types of rocks. An engineer or scientist or something was more suited to *this* educational experience than she was. "We'll meet you there." She told him before signing off. "Sounds like Rogers has gotten himself in trouble for having fun without a fellow officer along to join in." Jynea said to Nathaniel. (Reply Yates) Jynea smiled, genuinely amused before hitting her communicator "Two for site to site transport please. From current location to the 'Southern Swell Freighter Exchange' please." Wherever the heck THAT was. (Reply Spectre) Jynea was about to make a sarcastic comment to Nathaniel about what Chuck was getting them into when the transporter beam caught them up in its stream. (Reply Donaldson, Yates, Spectre, Any) (Posted by Lorna) (USS Spectre - Chief OPS Office - Chief OPS - Lt. Chenoll - 18:15) Her transfer from Engineering to Operations was completely unexpected. The Bolian Engineer had been Assistant CEO for most of her career on most of her ships, and following a short stint as Acting Chief Engineer, she returned to the ACEO position. She almost expected to be a junior engineer for the rest of her career, until she was sent to head up the Operations department. The Bolian female watched as Lt. La Flaga entered her office. "Welcome, Lieutenant. I'm the new Chief of Ops," she explained, rising to greet the officer. (reply La Flaga) The Bolian indicated him to take a seat and sat back down. "Lt. Capps recently left the Spectre, so I was transfered over to Chief of Operations. So, you're coming from... Intelligence?" the pleasant blue-skinned Bolian asked, raising an eyebrow. (reply La Flaga) "This should be a relatively low-stress position compared to SFI," she mused, "Are you already trained in the station?" (reply La Flaga) "Well, good then. We'll settle the shifts and such later, but until then, welcome to Operations, I suppose," the woman said with a smile. (reply La Flaga, any) (Posted by Kevin Schram) (USS Spectre - Chief OPS Office - Chief OPS - Lt. George La Flaga – 18:15) George tried not to stare. Something about the dark blue line down the middle of their faces made him uncomfortable around Bollians. Someone out there knew he was a ladies man and this was his punishment. Damn Karma!! "Welcome, Lieutenant. I'm the new Chief of Ops," she explained, rising to greet the officer. “Given recent events I’m one of your ‘underlings’.” George tried to explain without explaining … an SFI habit. The Bolian indicated him to take a seat and she sat back down. "Lt. Capps recently left the Spectre, so I was transfered over to Chief of Operations. So, you're coming from... Intelligence?" blue, blue, blue … she was really blue … and something about her raised eyebrow inspired more dread in George than the blue-ness of the Chief Engineer. “Yes, I think my transfer to OPS is a kind of burn notice but who knows what the heads upstairs have in store for me.” George said taking the offered seat and trying hard not to look nervous. "This should be a relatively low-stress position compared to SFI," she mused, ~lower stress?? I had a desk job shuffling reports here on a guppy of a ship … now I’m going to have WORK to do.~ "Are you already trained in the station?" came the great blue one’s voice piercing George’s mental objections. “Yes, I’m cross-trained in seven interdepartmental systems … OPS was the obvious choice after my ‘retirement’ from SFI.” Responded George. "Well, good then. We'll settle the shifts and such later, but until then, welcome to Operations, I suppose," the woman said with a smile. “Thank you, Sir. If you don’t mind I’ll excuse myself from duty today … this change has been anything but subtle.” (reply Chenoll assuming affirmative) (posted by Anton) (Ushar Prime – RD Medical Facility – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 18:15) =/\=Jynea here, Charles.=/\= came Jynea’s response to Chuck’s call. ~I should never have told her I didn’t like ‘Charles’.~ “If you’re up for a scavenger hunt meet me at the Southern Swell Freighter Exchange … and make sure Yates tags along, we don’t need yet another Officer wondering off alone.” =/\=We'll meet you there.=/\= responded Jynea signing off the channel. Chuck tapped his commbadge again. “Donaldson to transporter room 2 … I need a beam-out from my present location to the Southern Swell Freighter Exchange.” (reply Spectre) Chuck kept an eye on the information feed coming across the screen of his tricorder as he was engulfed by the transporter beam. (Reply Spectre, Any) (Posted by Anton) (USS Spectre – Jeffrey Tubes - Corporal Houseman - 18:15) Houseman’s years of training kicked in as he was jumped by Rameriz. With not a lot of space in the jeffrey’s tube the fight turned ugly. No precise punches and kicks just using which ever part of his body was closest to the attacker. The two went rolling and flailing down the horizontal tube until they wacked into the wall. "Hey Mans – I found out you's were the one who made the holo-Rameriz!" Houseman tried to shift his weight so that he could pin Rameriz to the wall. “Don’t know what you are complaining about you ain’t seen my Chuck Angels. Any way like you give a damn.” Rameriz was trying to strangle Houseman, but it was proving difficult since Houseman was counter strangling him and had the longer reach. "An' you's spread it across the fleet man!" Houseman could feel himself go light headed due to the lack of oxygen. “Ow no what have I done. I’ve just handed the female population of the fleet to two Rameriz. Better lock up your wives and daughters.” Rameriz grinned, letting go of Houseman. "Best practical joke EVER!" “You and your bloody sex drive you are as bad as Rabbits.” Houseman stepped close grabbed the Marine and threw him down the tube. Rameriz got tossed halfway down the tube, "I cans fly!" he called as he tucked, somersaulted into the fall and landed on his feet by the ladder. "Hey slows poke, you coming or not??" He scrambled up the ladder like a squirrel, planning on staying out of reach of the much taller marine. "Last one buys da beer!" “That will be you then.” Houseman picked himself up and charged after the disappearing form of Rameriz. (reply Rameriz) (posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Hydroponics - Nurse T'Pia Pelletier - 18:15) T'Pia was in therapy. Her fellow Vulcans were helping her as best they could. Their latest recommendation had spurred this trip to hydroponics. ~What plant should I adopt?~ she thought. ~Klingon Morg Shrubs, Andorian Silpheed ... no and no ... aha!! Terran Aloe Vera!~ She picked up the humble plant. "This one is perfect." T'Pia said to a nearby Vulcan Ensign. "Quite adequate." He said raising an eyebrow. She kept further conversation short and took her new plant in hand and headed out of hydroponics to her quarters. (reply any) (posted by Anton) (USS Spectre - Chief OPS Office - Chief OPS - Lt. Chenoll - 18:17) Chenoll listened to La Flaga and nodded while he talked and responded to her answers. Something about the way he looked at her was troubling, slightly. “Thank you, Sir. If you don’t mind I’ll excuse myself from duty today … this change has been anything but subtle," The lieutenant said, excusing himself. "Oh, I suppose that's alright," The Bolian said. "Tomorrow at 0800 should be a fine time to report to the bridge," she recommended. (reply La Flaga) "Have a nice night, Lieutenant," she said, watching him go. (reply La Flaga) Following the lieutenant's departure, Chenoll grabbed one of the stack of PADDs that Commander Capps had left behind, and started going through his records about the Ops Staff. (reply none, La Flaga, any) (Posted by Kevin Schram) (Ushar Prime – SSFE – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 18:20) Chuck had waited only a few minutes when Jynea and Yates materialized. “Jynea, Yates.” Chuck said nodding at each. (reply Kreung, Yates, any IYW) “There have been shipping discrepancies on several of the ships loaded with Dilithium both leaving and arriving at the Exchange.” Chuck began, “I wanted to investigate a little. Jynea, we’ll be talking to some merchants … let me know if you detect anything out of the ordinary.” (reply Kreung) “Yates, keep your eyes open too. Especially watch for Cardassians.” Said Chuck. (reply Yates) (reply Kreung, Yates, any) (posted by Anton) (USS Spectre - Chief OPS Office – OPS Lt. George La Flaga – 18:20) "Tomorrow at 0800 should be a fine time to report to the bridge," she recommended. “Yes, Sir.” Replied La Flaga almost squirming. "Have a nice night, Lieutenant," she said, watching him go. “I haven’t had one of those in a long time.” Said La Flaga laughing as he left the office. He didn’t bother to mention that he only slept in five-minute bursts every hour or two. (reply none, any) (posted by Anton) (Ushar Prime – SSFE – SO, Ensign Nathanial Yates - 18:21) The view that had shimmered into view upon beam in was not quite what they had both expected. Donaldson's coordinates had put them slap bang in the middle of one of the Ushari freight yards, obviously though he had chosen this place for a good reason and his following comments after their initial greetings and such, clarified that somewhat. Donaldson had quickly mentioned discrepancies regarding the Dilithium shipments, he had then gone on to outline how they would be talking to the merchants that worked here whilst hopefully, Ensign Kreung might be able to 'read' a few psychological indicators if they were indeed being displayed by anyone they chatted with. "Yates, keep your eyes open too. Especially watch for Cardassians", said Donaldson, as they all began moving off towards the docking areas. "Cardassians", said Yates with a huff, "I'm thinking that I could do with a new wall mural in my quarters.... scales might suit, whaddya think Jynea?", he added with a laugh. (Reply Kreung IYW, Any) (Posted by Alan) (Ushar Prime - SSFE - Ensign Jynea Kreung - 18:22) "Cardassians", said Yates with a huff, "I'm thinking that I could do with a new wall mural in my quarters.... scales might suit, whaddya think Jynea?", he added with a laugh. Jynea was looking thoughtfully at an alien ship, a matt black cargo transfer vessel off at the edge of the landing field. "I'm thinking that looks a lot like my beloved father's 'Mea-tregna'" She said with no inflection to her voice. (Reply any present :) Jynea shook her head, not having realized she'd spoken the name in Orion. "Shadow, in standard. It's an Orion transport vessel for moving goods from a hidden base or ship to the intermediate buyer. The.. fence." She hadn't removed her eyes from the small vessel whose hatches were latched. "I would think.. Either our Ushari friends have lost more of their allegiance to the Federation than we thought.. or they're being used by Cardassia." She looked up at Chuck and Nate in turn. "I - I'm not sure which would be worse." The carefree, irrelevant and often silly counsellor had been replaced by a nervous girl who wasn't quite sure what was safe or sacred anymore. (Reply any/all) (Posted by Lorna) (USS Spectre - Sickbay - CMO Williams - 18:22) Andrew entered sickbay. It was quiet which was not always unusual but it did also feel a bit empty. He spotted medical tech Heyes and walked over to her. "Hallo Miss Heyes?" (reply Heyes) He glanced around again. "Where is every one." (reply Heyes) Andrew frowned at what she had said. "So Douwsy left you here on your own then?" ~Really must have a word with her about that~ (reply Heyes) He nodded. "Okay. I'm back for the foreseeable future. I'm waiting for a Miss Taya to arrive if she does could you point her towards my office." (reply Heyes) Andrew nodded and smiled as he headed off towards his office. (reply Heyes, any) (posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Main Bridge - TAC/SC Lt Yelena Vasilyovna - 18:29) This just wasn't adding up at all, the sensors had clearly discriminated a contact of sorts, the returns had been verified and yet..... there was nothing out there. Perhaps the sensors were acting up again, it wouldn't be the first time after all, the reality of the situation however was that it was an unlikely probability. Every single system had been passed as spaceworthy upon their departure from McKinley and the reality was that this WAS a legitimate contact. So, where the hell had it gone? Yelena ran the test for the fourth time, the reports were the same, an object of some sort on an intercept, veering one ninety, mark two zero four and then correcting to Ushar orbit. It just didn't make sense. It was at about that time that the turbolift doors opened with their usual trademark 'swish', revealing the newly appointed Chief Ops Officer who glaced sideways towards Vasilyovna as she stepped onto the bridge. "Good evening Lieutenant Vasilyovna", said Chenoll. "Is it?", enquired the Security Chief, "I hadn't noticed, my heads been buried in a spurious sensor contact for the last hour or so", she added. "If you say it is though, I'll take your word for it" Chenoll simply nodded, apparently unphased by the Chiefs somewhat offish attitude in regards the nature of the evening. The blue one then took her seat at the required station and began inputing status commands. As for Vasilyovna, she ran yet another test on the spurious contact. (Reply Any) (Posted by Alan) (USS Spectre - Main Bridge - Chief OPS - Lt. Chenoll - 18:30) Once she had looked over some of Lt. Capps' files about the Ops Department, Chenoll excused herself from her office, and headed up to the bridge. She walked in, and realized it was her first time on the bridge as Chief of OPS. She felt a chill down her spine, and headed out of the turbolift. "Good evening, Lt. Vasilyovna," Chenoll said, smiling to the TAC/SEC on her way past that station. (reply Vasilyovna) Chenoll nodded a reply and sat down at the Ops station, dismissing the junior bridge officer that was sitting there before her. Chenoll quickly entered a few quick commands on the console, running some quick diagnostics, and then waited for some action. (reply none, Vasilyovna, any) (Posted by Kevin Schram) (Ushar Prime – SSFE – Pun'Til - 18:30) Commander Sajh's information had been good. Pun'Til and her fellow Cardassians had been dealing with the intermediary for some time now and the profits were not only excellent but the venture was weakening the Dilithium trade with the federation in the sector. "It has indeed been a pleasure doing business with you." said Pun'Til tracing her neck ridges with a finger underneath her hood. "I am only providing my services to the Cardassians as a function of profitability." said the other robed figure. His colorful language was pixelized by the voice modifying collar that he always wore. Pun'Til had wondered for the last several months if the collar altered his appearance as well. "What are the chances I can get close to the Starfleet officer who attacked my brother?" ahe asked. "Commander Sajh wants the Spectre and her crew to find no further reason to stay in Ushari space. After they are gone we can negotiate a fee." said the hooded figure. "Wait ... I see three Starfleet officers approaching. I think perhaps our business should be concluded for today." said Pun'Til. (reply any) (posted by Anton) (USS Spectre - Main Bridge – Pilot Officer Smith - 18:31) She looked at the view screen in front of her and signed softly to herself. ~Bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored and guess what bored again~ She looked back at her console as she heard someone entering the bridge. "Good evening Lieutenant Vasilyovna", said Chenoll. "Is it?", "I hadn't noticed, my heads been buried in a spurious sensor contact for the last hour or so", "If you say it is though, I'll take your word for it" A big grin spread across her face as she heard the security chiefs response. ~Nice to know she’s having a good day~ (reply any) (posted by Robbie) (Ushar Prime - Capital City Rising Dawn Medical Facility - SFI Agent Lt. Cmdr Brian Rogers - 18:32) "Captain, sometimes pure politics just can't solve-..." Rogers was saying, in mid-discussion with Capitan T'Vhor, when he was interrupted by Ensign Goldsteen. =/\= Ensign Goldsteen to Lieutenant Rogers, I have what I needed. Have you been cleared for duty, and if so would you be able to come with me back to the bar? I have what I need to question the bartender, but I need help keeping her focused. =/\= The Ensign said. "Aye, Ensign. That sounds fine," Rogers explained, nodding to T'Vhor. "I'll meet you there," he said, before standing up, off the biobed and pulling his uniform tunic tightly down. =/\= Very well, I shall meet you there. =/\= Goldsteen signed off. Almost has if on cue, an Ushari police lieutenant entered the medical suite, carrying the two phasers that Rogers had been caught with. (reply T'Vhor) "Thank you, officer. I promise I won't get into trouble," Rogers said, winking at the tall Ushari has he handed over the weapons to the Starfleet Officer. Rogers quickly fashioned the standard phaser on his waist, and put the diplomatic phaser up his sleeve and smiled to T'Vhor. "Be seeing you, Captain," he said, before leaving the medical suite. (reply T'Vhor, Goldsteen, any) (Posted by Kevin Schram) (USS Spectre - Main Bridge - Chief OPS - Lt. Chenoll - 18:34) After several tests on various subsystems, Chenoll noticed via the system logs that the Tactical station was running several tests on some sort of logged sensor contact.. She sighed and turned around in her chair, facing the Tactical station. "Lieutenant, what has that contact done to you to deserve so much scrutiny?" the Bolian asked. (reply Vasilyovna) Chenoll worked at her station and brought up the log. "I've found it too," Chenoll declared. "You don't think it could be a.... cloaked vessel, do you?" she asked. Chenoll was a fan of romance holonovels, particularly ones involving Romulans. ~Oh, those ears,~ She thought to herself. (reply Vasilyovna) "Can't you fire phasers on it or something? We don't have enough extra ships for a proper Tachyon detection grid," the former Engineer said. (reply Vasilyovna, any) (Posted by Kevin Schram) (USS Spectre - Main Bridge - TAC/SC Lt Yelena Vasilyovna - 18:35) "Lieutenant, what has that contact done to you to deserve so much scrutiny?", said the New Chief Ops Officer. Vasilyovna tore her attention away from her console just briefly to answer the inquiry. "I'm not even sure it's a definate contact", said Yelena, "more a subtle variance distortion akin to an anomoly of some kind, however, this anomoly was moving and altering course. It worries me", she added before returning again to the problem at hand whilst the Ops officer accessed the data remotely via her own console. "I've found it too. You don't think it could be a.... cloaked vessel, do you?", said Chenoll. "I hope not", said Vasilyovna, "if it is, it isn't like any cloaked vessel I've ever seen before" "Can't you fire phasers on it or something? We don't have enough extra ships for a proper Tachyon detection grid", said the Bolian, doing her best now to provide a means of de-stressing the increasingly stressed Security Chief. Vasilyovna turned to the Bolian, her eyebrow raising now in a manner that would have made a Vulcan proud. "Fire phasors? Are you serious?", she enquired. (Reply Chenoll) Vasilyovna shook her head in the negative at the very suggestion. "The only way I could conceivably get away with that is if we informed Ushar Orbital Control that we were calibrating our phasors via random bursts into their airspace", said Vasilyovna, "and I doubt they would fall for that one". (Reply Chenoll) Vasilyovna shook her head again. "No, besides, what would I fire upon, I have no target to lock, only a spurious contact that may, or may not have been an approaching vessel. The only thing I can do is continue to be vigilant, if it was a vessel, I'm sure it'll want to play it's hand soon enough", said Vasilyovna. (Reply Chenoll, Any) (Posted by Alan) (Ushar Prime – SSFE – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 18:35) Loose lips sink ships. All of the ships docked at the Exchange were thus far … still floating. “I was hoping our presence here would at least unnerve someone.” Chuck declared as the three walked together. (reply Kreung, Yates, any IYW) “I know the Captain will want us onboard the Spectre in just a few hours.” He began, “Frankly, I don’t think we’re going to find anything helpful here. The only positive point is that none of us have been shot at so far.” NRPG: plenty of room here for anyone to jump in. Patrick, if this fits in with anything you’ve cooked up feel free to kick in an SPC or O’Connor post or anything (assuming you get time). RPG: (reply Kreung, Yates, any IYW) (posted by Anton) (Ushar Prime – SSFE – SO, Ensign Nathanial Yates - 18:36) So far, their only lead in regards the 'Southern Swell Freighter Exchange', seemed to be Jynea's observations of the Orion ship that was currently docked in one of the transit berths nearby. Apparently it had been a vessel known for dubious dealings elsewhere and that in itself was something that made it worth a closer look, if only to satisfy their own curiosity. The moment the Starfleet officers had approached it however, they had been turned about by Ushari security seemingly intent on exercising their control now after the Rogers fiasco beforhand. Lieutenant Donaldson had of course reluctantly obliged, clearly though his intention was to return a little later perhaps, for another look at the mysterious vessel and hopefully, it's manifest also. For now, it seemed that their prior plan to talk to the natives was the only one that was really open to them, they had only been there a short time though and had briefly chatted to only a few of the Ushari yard personel with little, or no results. Lieutenant Donaldson of course, seemed pensive and perhaps a little unsure of exactly how they were being perceived right now after recent events. "I was hoping our presence here would at least unnerve someone", he had voiced. "Oh believe me, their unnerved", said Yates, "their just good at not showing it" The Lieutenant had simply nodded, it might have meant that he had agreed with that sentiment, but then again it might have meant he had not. One could never tell with someone that had had their spirit sucked out and replaced by a machines intellect, albeit only for a short time. "I know the Captain will want us onboard the Spectre in just a few hours, frankly, I don’t think we’re going to find anything helpful here. The only positive point is that none of us have been shot at so far", said Donaldson. Yates raised both eyebrows and then stopped abruptly in his tracks. "Shot at?", he enquired, "do you really think that someone is gonna take a pot shot at us, I mean after that damned SFI guy started playing at being Billy the kid", said Yates. (Reply Donaldson, Kreung, IYW) Yates resumed walking, thinking back again to the mystery Orion ship as he did so. Surely there had to be an answer there, something just wasn't adding up at all in that department. "Well I wouldn't call it a day yet sir", said Yates, "something tells me that if we can get a closer look at that ship, which I'm sure you intend upon, we may just turn the day around after all", he added. (Reply Donaldson, IYW) It was at that point though that Yates spied two hooded figures standing close to a small out building, apparently in the process of exchanging something or other. "Hello, what do we have here then", said Yates rhetorically. (Reply Donaldson, Kreung, Any) (Posted by Alan) (Ushar Prime – SSFE – TAC/ASC Charles "Chuck" Donaldson - 18:36) "I was hoping our presence here would at least unnerve someone", Chuck had voiced. "Oh believe me, their unnerved", said Yates,"their just good at not showing it" ~Not quite what I meant. I don't suspect Rogers was as gung ho as everyone seems to think. The 'bad guys' seem to be prone to violence.~ The Chuck simply nodded. "I know the Captain will want us onboard the Spectre in just a few hours, frankly, I don’t think we’re going to find anything helpful here. The only positive point is that none of us have been shot at so far", said Chuck. Yates raised both eyebrows and then stopped abruptly in his tracks. "Shot at?", he enquired, "do you really think that someone is gonna take a pot shot at us, I mean after that damned SFI guy started playing at being Billy the kid", said Yates. "Phaser fire would at least give us a good 'bead' on the enemy." said Chuck. (reply Yates, Jynea, IYW) Chuck may be voicing 'quit' but his heart was saying 'advance'. The Orion ship bothered him. More specifically the Ushari Security that had been guarding it. Given a chance Chuck would have already attempted covert action but it might have given O'Connor a good reason to court-marshal Chuck. The faint hope of one day seeing his wife again kept Chuck more docile than usual. "Well I wouldn't call it a day yet sir", said Yates,"something tells me that if we can get a closer look at that ship, which I'm sure you intend upon, we may just turn the day around after all", he added. "Yates, you read my mind." said Chuck glancing at Jynea to gauge her expression. (reply Yates, Jynea, IYW) "Hello, what do we have here then", said Yates rhetorically. Chuck had spied the two hooded individuals as well. It was just this moment that Chuck wished he wasn't wearing a starfleet uniform. "There aren't too many options." Chuck noted verbally and began walking toward the figures. He placed a hand on Jynea's shoulder signaling her to follow. (reply Yates, Kreung, Any) (posted by Anton) (USS Spectre - Main Bridge - Chief OPS - Lt. Chenoll - 18:37) Chenoll sighed while listening to Vasilyovna. "Fire phasers? Are you serious?", she inquired. "Uh, well, I was..." The Bolian explained. The Tactical Chief shook her head. "The only way I could conceivably get away with that is if we informed Ushar Orbital Control that we were calibrating our phasers via random bursts into their airspace", said Vasilyovna, "and I doubt they would fall for that one". Chenoll shook her head, "No, Lieutenant. I think we could convince them. We are a Starfleet vessel, after all," she remarked. "No, besides, what would I fire upon, I have no target to lock, only a spurious contact that may, or may not have been an approaching vessel. The only thing I can do is continue to be vigilant, if it was a vessel, I'm sure it'll want to play it's hand soon enough", said Vasilyovna. "Understood," Chenoll remarked, before turning back to her Ops station, somewhat defeated. Chenoll sat silent for several minutes, drumming her blue fingers on the console before she quickly worked, her fingers entering commands quickly. She set up a new protocol, if a spurious contact appears similar to the one Vasilyovna detected before, it would be bombarded automatically with active scans from all of the Spectre's open sensor palates. Chenoll considered mentioning it to Vasilyovna, but instead sighed, and went back to running diagnostics on the Engineering systems. (reply none, any) (Posted by Kevin Schram) (Ushar Prime – SSFE – SO, Ensign Nathanial Yates - 18:38) The moment the suspicious duo had clocked the three Starfleet Officers approaching, they had hastilly tried to arrange themselves into some semblance of conformity to that expected of the area in which they now were. One of them though had seemed to place something in their pocket, indicating to Yates anyway, that a deal of some kind had just been discussed and that they considered it worthwhile now to be on their way again. "Sir, how do you want to play this?", said Yates speaking low now and casting a fleeting glance towards his superior. (Reply Donaldson, Any) "It was at that moment though that the two separated and began walking off in opposing directions. "Ha, diversionary tactics designed to confuse", said Yates, "I'll take the larger of the two", he added as he began quickening his pace now towards the figure heading off towards the freight entrance. (Reply Donaldson, Kreung, Any) (Posted by Alan) (Ushar Prime - SSFE - TAC/ASC Charles "Chuck" Donaldson - 18:38) "Sir, how do you want to play this?", said Yates speaking low now and casting a fleeting glance towards Chuck. "Don't walk too fast or we'll alert them." Chuck ordered equally softly but it didn't matter ... the uniforms gave them away. "Ha, diversionary tactics designed to confuse", said Yates, "I'll take the larger of the two", he added as he began quickening his pace now towards the figure heading off towards the freight entrance. "Right, I'll take the other one. I guess there's no time for chatting with them, Jynea." Said Chuck glancing at the counselor. (reply Kreung IYW) Chuck picked up the pace in the opposite direction Yates had taken. His target had picked up pace too and very shortly the real chase began. People began to stare as Chuck angled past them and the robed figure parted them in a kind of tunnel. Chuck couldn't see what was going on with Yates and didn't stop to look back for Jynea. It was just him and the fleeing figure. The figure would glance back periodically but Chuck couldn't discern features under the cowl. After one glance the inevitable occurred. A tiny bump from a pedestrian and the cowl fell away to reveal a face. A FEMALE CARDASSIAN! The crowd seemed as surprised as Chuck and instead of parting to allow the woman's flight stood motionless. Cornered ... she turned toward Chuck. "Uh-uh." Said Chuck pulling out a 'diplomatic phaser'. Chuck tapped his commbadge. "Chuck to Spectre ... two to beam up ... lock onto my commbadge." Chuck said grabbing the woman by the arm. (reply Spectre) The pair were engulfed by the shimmer of the transporter beam. (reply Yates, Kreung, any) (posted by Anton) (Ushar Prime - SSFE – Ensign Jynea Kreung – 18:40) "But..!" Jynea started to protest as Chuck headed one way and Nathaniel the other. "We shouldn't-" she tried again, neither man hearing her. She gritted her teeth. " – split up." She added lamely. They were supposed to stay in pairs, now both men were off doing their own thing chasing who knew what, who knew where. Chuck outranked her, she had no chance of bossing him around, but she had a hope in heck of getting Nathaniel to see reason. The problem, however, was going to be FINDING him. Pulling out her seldom used tricorder she stared at the interface. Scanning for poisons and food incompatibilities was just about all she used it for. "I don't like you, and you don't like me, but you're going to scan the area, pull up a map and show me where Nathaniel's comm. badge is on that map." She told it firmly. If only it was that simple! (Reply any applicable) (Posted by Lorna) (USS Spectre - Main Bridge – Pilot Officer Smith - 18:40) "I'm not even sure it's a definate contact", Jennifer tried not to stiffen in her seat as she tuned into Vasilyovna and Chenoll’s conversation. "more a subtle variance distortion akin to an anomoly of some kind, however, this anomoly was moving and altering course. It worries me", Jennifer began to set up escape vectors. "I've found it too. You don't think it could be a.... cloaked vessel, do you?", said Chenoll. She then fixed positions of any ship nearby in case she needed to do emergency manoeuvres. "I hope not", said Vasilyovna, "if it is, it isn't like any cloaked vessel I've ever seen before" She gave herself a slight grin as she finished her task. ~Okay all set up ready to go and just say the word~ "Can't you fire phasers on it or something? We don't have enough any extra ships for a proper Tachyon detection grid", ~Oh ow~ "Fire phasers? Are you serious?", ~I don’t think she liked that idea~ "Uh, well, I was..." "The only way I could conceivably get away with that is if we informed Ushar Orbital Control that we were calibrating our phasers via random bursts into their airspace", said Vasilyovna, "and I doubt they would fall for that one". "No, Lieutenant. I think we could convince them. We are a Starfleet vessel, after all," she remarked. "No, besides, what would I fire upon, I have no target to lock, only a spurious contact that may, or may not have been an approaching vessel. The only thing I can do is continue to be vigilant, if it was a vessel, I'm sure it'll want to play it's hand soon enough", said Vasilyovna. ~I hope it does something soon~ "Understood," Jennifer placed her manoeuvring plots in a sub file on her console where she could get it in a hurry. (reply any) (Posted by Robbie) (Ushar Prime – SSFE – SO, Ensign Nathanial Yates - 18:43) Yates had been giving chase to the assailant now for some five or so minutes, the robe metres ahead of him flapping about just out of arms reach as they both raced around a corner and then into an alleyway of some kind. ~Ah ah, now I got ya~ thought the SEC Officer as he grabbed into.... nothingness. "Uh, wha.....", said Yates, puzzled now at what had just happened. A moment beforehand, he had the fleeing figure within his reach and then all of a sudden there was darkness all around, Yates could see nothing and hear very little more besides the scratching of something moving over to his left. "No point in hiding buddy, you may as well give yourself up and save us both the trouble", said Yates as he fumbled about in the dark, wishing that he had had the good fortune to have brought a light source of some kind along with him. Which of course he had not. Nervously, he drew his phasor and pointed it ahead of him, then he listened intently for signs of where his target might lay. Moving his foot, the clank of a metal can of some sort resounded through the alleyway with a sharp, bouncing retort, then all was silent once again as he continued onwards. All of a sudden, a chink of light appeared ahead of him and a shadow moved to his right. Yates moved towards it and aimed his phasor high, he took a deep breath and then it happened. THUD!!! The impact was enough to have stilled an Elephant and yet the Security Officer, in his now prone position upon the floor was already attempting to stand up again. A light flashed into his eyes as he gazed upwards into the figure that had just moved around in front of him. This was not the same person he had given chase to, this person was far more agile than he and he had moved like a cat. Yates reached across the floor to his now visible Phasor. "Who... wha..", said Yates, just as the figure spoke.... in a metallic, hollow voice. "I think not, game over", said the voice. Yates then succumbed to the blackness and the cold that was seemingly closing in all around him. (Reply None) (Posted by Alan) (USS Spectre – Security Station Foxtrot - Security officer Smith – 18:45) Jo was looking at the data on a large screen. She had acquired one of the larger rooms in the security station and was looking at the wall mounted screen. ~I can see how they get the dilithium to the refinery but if they are giving it to the Cardassians then they can’t just take it off the orbital station can they~ “Okay so if they move it from there to there then they must have some sort of flight plan.” She paused for a moment. “Computer, bring up the flight plans of all the departing shuttles from the refinery.” She watched as hundreds of lines appeared over the screen. ~Hmm lets narrow it down a bit~ “Computer cross reference the flight plans from the archives with the sensor data we have collected since we arrived. Then remove all old flight routes.” She watched as the computer did her bidding. ~Hmm maybe not~ “Computer, add all flight plans again but this time remove all non-freight flight plans.” She looked at the screen as the lines changed. She noticed a flight plan that headed off to a destination on the edge of the system. ~What’s this~ “Computer what is at the destination of flight path Alpha Gamma 569.” [The Dark Star observatory and relay station] Jo frowned. “Okay, Computer what type of shuttle makes that run.” [Type 27 heavy cargo shuttle] Jo looked at the information. “Computer, has there been an increase in shuttle activity to the Dark Star observatory and relay station since we arrived?” [Affirmative. There have been three shuttles since orbit was achieved.] “Oww, I think we might be getting somewhere.” ~Okay now I need to keep an eye on those shuttles. I have just the person~ (reply any) (posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Brig - TAC/ASC Charles "Chuck" Donaldson - 18:50) Chuck hadn't heard anything from Yates or Jynea. He stood with his arms folded and his back against a bulkhead. His optical implant felt like it was on fire ... the itching was unbearable. The female Cardassian was sound asleep thanks to Nurse Dowsy's swift treatment. The violent Cardassian was a poster child for the Macqui. If Chuck thought for a moment the Macqui could get him closer to his wife than the federation he'd join their cause. ~Judith ... I've changed since you last saw me. I can't help but wonder what we'll be like if I ever see you again.~ Chuck thought back to the last day aboard DS14. He was gambling on the promenade when the red alert sounded and the entire station was bathed in crimson. In just a few hours he was supposed to meet Judith and have a quiet evening together. Drones were everywhere ... shield modulation had failed. Before Chuck could react he was grabbed from behind and promptly assimilated. As a drone he had detected his wife but was powerless to get to her. He had a mission and his will wasn't strong enough to fight it. Forever close but forever far away ... that is the torture of assimilated lovers. (reply any) (posted by Anton) (USS Spectre – George’s Quarters - Lt. George La Flaga – 19:00) George had had a lengthy conversation with an Ensign Samantha Montgomery. Fortunately, the result of that ‘convo’ was that George was able to keep his same quarters … she had worked her magic. George was about to take one of his patented ‘George-naps’ when a notification sounded. “What is it, computer?” asked George. [An incoming recorded message from Yeoman Mary Lynch for Lt. George La Flaga.] “Play.” George ordered sitting at his personal desk. A blonde bombshell appeared on his desk screen. =/\=Hey, Georgey. It’s been a long time.=/\= ~Yeah, it’s been … eight years.~ =/\=I guess you know why I’m sending you this message.=/\= ~I have some idea.~ =/\=I’ve always thought of you as a second brother and we’ve grown apart. My brother Jonathon thought it might be good for me to contact all our old chums and you were the first person that came to my mind. I don’t know what I’d do without him. =/\= ~That’s right … she was committed after their father died. Jonathon Lynch was one heck of a pilot I wonder what he’s doing now?~ =/\=I don’t really know what to say and you probably think I’m crazy. Jonathon is serving aboard the USS Boudicca. He worked really hard to get the assignment. I heard you were assigned to the USS Macroherde but I hope this message finds its way to you. It may sound silly but … I love you as much as ever. =/\= [message completed.] “I guess … I still love you too, Samantha. Hundreds of light-years and I still hold the old flame. I’ve gotta get out more.” (reply none) (posted by Anton) (Ushar Prime - Capital City Public Shopping Complex - SFI Agent - Lt. Cmdr Brian Rogers - 19:01) The shopping complex wasn't that far from the medical center, Rogers and Goldsteen had staggered in from there, after all, but Rogers still managed to get completely delayed by accidentally boarding one of the high-speed public transportation vehicles. After getting off at the next stop, and coming back, he finally arrived at the bar where he had encountered the woman and her Cardassian friend. As the tall, blond Starfleet officer walked into the bar, he got a chill down his spine as he walked past the site of his confrontation. Once inside the bar, he spotted the eager Ensign Goldsteen, who practically looked too young to be in a drinking establishment. "Alright sir, I managed to sketch out a plan. I think I can get whatever information she has out of her, but not if she is able to escape to make someone else's drink. I admit I am working on interrogation technique here, but I believe the strategy to keep her focused on what I want her to focus on applies here. We are lucky since there is only one patron in the bar, but I need you to keep him away. If we are unlucky, he's actually the owner who will take it amiss if he sees the bartender get upset. " "Very well, Ensign. It's your show here," Rogers agreed, before heading off to the lone male in the corner of the bar. He was rather short and plump for an Ushari. Rogers sat at the booth with him, and the mole-like person seemed instantly uncomfortable. Rogers smiled. "Hi, I'm Brian," he said with a grin. The man looked uneasy. "This 'bout that time with Len'Nik?" "What?" Rogers asked. "Who's Len'Nik?" The Ushari seemed on edge. "I have rights. I want the public barrister!" The man said, whispering. "I'm not here to arrest you. I was having a disagreement with my friend over there," Rogers indicated to Goldsteen, "and I was wondering, which was the better Parrises Squares club of all time-..." Rogers was cut off. "Vulcan Team of '32!" The Ushari exclaimed in excitement. Rogers sighed. "See, that's what the Ensign says, but-...." "He's a smart fellow!" The Ushari commoner said, becoming much more friendly. "Who can forget the heroics of T'Shar in the final frames of the championship match!" "How can you forget the Risan Team of '66 and the great Defensive Risan Maneuver?" Rogers said, matching the commoner's excitement level. His eyes darted over to Goldsteen. ~Come on, Alex, get it out of her already,~ he thought, while the Ushari man started retelling the exploits of certain Vulcan Parrises Squares players. (reply none, Goldsteen, any) (Posted by Kevin Schram) (USS Spectre – Bridge - Conn - Pilot officer Smith – 19:02) Jennifer looked at the request her sister had sent to her console. She did not mind keeping an eye on a specific shuttle. It kept her mind occupied. She put the helm on autopilot after finally getting bored of performing orbital burn manoeuvres. ~Okay then lets have a look~ She began to search the conn data. The Ushari orbital control had been passing information about other ships positions to the Spectre since they arrived which included the numerous shuttle launches. The last thing the Ushari wanted was the spectre to hit something and come crashing down on top of their capital city. ~Ah there you are. Just launching now~ She looked at the data on her console as the shuttle headed for the observatory and painfully crawled into orbit. ~They really are pushing that shuttle. If it does that too many times the engines might pack out as its boosting into orbit~ She watched as the shuttle reached orbit and then began its journey to the observatory. It would take some time to get there even if they were going at just under the maximum safety speed for the system. ~They really are in a hurry~ She switched her console back to her projected orbital path. The last thing she wanted was to be rammed by something. (reply any) (posted by Robbie) (Ushar Prime - Capital City Public Shopping Complex - Bartender Leena - 19:05) The look on the Fleeters face as he entered her bar, had been seen countless times already during her service as supplier of loony juice to various planetary pleasure seekers. The only difference with this ones look though, was that he was most definately not seeking pleasure. Or so it would seem. He had arrived on the other side of the wood looking like he wanted to punch her in the face for breathing, and the resultant tirade immediately following had simply confirmed that assumption. "What can you tell me about the Cardassian and the deal that went down." he had asked, no hello, no nice to see you again, just attack! "Hey, steady on there soldier, you don't just come in here making demands and expect results you know", said Leena. "Not in my bar", she added curtly. The Ensign huffed and rolled his eyes into his head, then he began again. "Let me be blunt, my gut tells me that we are on a clock, so I frankly don't have time to weasel the information out of you. So allow me to make it clear that I know everything about you Leena, and your brother John. If you don't tell me everything I want to know I am going to inform everyone he owes money to as to where he is, and I'll make sure that you don't manage to warn him. And if I find out that you lied to me or held anything back, I'll do the same thing. Now what do you know?", said the Fleeter. "I know that your an ass", said Leena, "bully boy tactics may work upon those that bow down to Staaaarfleeeeeet, but they do NOT work here", she added, drawing out the Starfleet and emphasising the NOT as she did so. "And before we go any further, it might actually surprise you to know that I know a little about you also Ensign Alex Goldsteen", said Leena, this time emphasising the Ensigns name itself. (Reply Goldsteen, IYW) Leena quirked her head and folded her arms across her chest indignently. Then she began spouting forth her own little breakdown of analytical incongruities. "Has a tendency towards the attack first, ask questions later approach when it comes to interrogation.... A keen mind, but slightly over confident with it, although a gifted psychologist, tends to rely more on brawn than brain.... need I go on?", said the Bartender as she suddenly headed off towards a newly arrived customer to leave the Fleeter to stew a little in what she had just imparted. (Reply Goldsteen) Her return of course had been quicker than she had expected, it was obvious that the Ensign was a little agitated by how she had come to know personal details of his own Starfleet service file, files that should NOT have been available to anyone, let alone a lowly barkeep working on a rock ball like Ushar Prime. Whatever he felt though, Leena herself had mellowed somewhat to lean onto her bar, clearly not in the least bit intimidated by his aggressive stance and posturing. "I'll tell you what, you have come here looking for information, it's clear that your back is up but that of course will get you nowhere and threatening me or my family, even less", said Leena. "What I suggest is that you have a drink and calm down, then perhaps we can discuss this matter like civilized Human beings yes?", she added with a quirk of her head. NRPG: Assuming a kinda yes here. RPG: (Reply Goldsteen) "Good, now what would you like?", she asked. (Reply Goldsteen, Any) (Posted by Alan) (Ushar Prime - Capital City Public Shopping Complex - Ensign Alex Goldsteen - 19:07) "I know that your an ass", said Leena, "bully boy tactics may work upon those that bow down to Staaaarfleeeeeet, but they do NOT work here", she added, drawing out the Starfleet and emphasising the NOT as she did so. "And before we go any further, it might actually surprise you to know that I know a little about you also Ensign Alex Goldsteen", said Leena, this time emphasising the Ensigns name itself. "Oh do you now," Alex said skeptically. "And what exactly do you know about me?" Leena quirked her head and folded her arms across her chest indignently. Then she began spouting forth her own little breakdown of analytical incongruities. "Has a tendency towards the attack first, ask questions later approach when it comes to interrogation.... A keen mind, but slightly over confident with it, although a gifted psychologist, tends to rely more on brawn than brain.... need I go on?", said the Bartender as she suddenly headed off towards a newly arrived customer to leave the Fleeter to stew a little in what she had just imparted. Alex swallowed wishing that he had a drink to sooth his suddenly dry throat. What the woman had just said should not have been known to her in any way, and Alex immediately decided to reevaluate his opinion of the bartender. I'll tell you what, you have come here looking for information, it's clear that your back is up but that of course will get you nowhere and threatening me or my family, even less", said Leena. "What I suggest is that you have a drink and calm down, then perhaps we can discuss this matter like civilized Human beings yes?", she added with a quirk of his head. "Alright," Alex said cautiosly, "I'll have what you gave me last time then." Alex watched as she made the drink then gratefully took a sip, and managed to calm his unsettled nerves as Leena watched him. "Good, now what would you like?", she asked. "Two things," he said frankly. "How do you know so much about me, and what can you tell me about the Cardassian." (reply Leena) (posted by Dan Black) (Ushar Prime - Capital City, Public Shopping Complex - SFI Agent - Lt. Cmdr Brian Rogers - 19:07) While the Ushari commoner continued to go on and on about sport, Rogers carefully watched the interaction between the Ensign and the bartender. They talked repeatedly back and forth, before finally calming down. Rogers waited a few more minutes, before deciding that Goldsteen had defused the situation. He quickly said goodbye to his Ushari friend, and stood up, exiting the bar without a further look at Goldsteen. Once out in the street, Rogers quickly started heading down the street. His objective now, was to investigate one of the Dilithium mines, and not get caught by the Ushari police forces. That was simple enough, but, he assumed that T'Vhor and O'Connor would also prefer if he did it without leaving behind a trail of bodybags. Especially ones filled with Federation citizens. Hopping on one of the public transportation vehicles, Rogers sighed, and began bouncing towards one of the mining outposts. The Capital City, he assumed, would have few or no mining centers, and if they had any, they probably would be heavily guarded. He hoped the ones outside would be more...scarce. (reply none, any) (Posted by Kevin Schram) (Ushar Prime - Capital City Public Shopping Complex - Bartender Leena - 19:08) "Good, now what would you like?", she asked. "Two things, how do you know so much about me, and what can you tell me about the Cardassian?", said the Security Officer. Leena breathed a heavy sigh, clearly she would rather not have to go into detail on that in the middle of a public bar, but suffice to say, she gave him just a few breadcrumbs, just to keep him happy of course. "Well", she began. "The Cardassian is like all Cardassian's, he's a worm, a lowlife", said Leena, "he's been in here many times before, always with the woman that your friend showed such an interest in, just before he managed to get himself dropped by the Ushari Metro police", she added with just a hint of disgust at how easily he had managed to do that. "She is what you would, I suppose term an undesirable. The kind of woman that would have sold her own family to our lovely friend Admiral Doenitz before his downfall", said Leena moving off briefly to pour herself a small fruit juice and then returning to settle herself onto a small stool on her side of the bar adjacent to the Fleeter. (Reply Goldsteen) Leena pursed her lips and quirked her head slightly. "It isn't important, in this particular machine she is but a lowly cog, a very tiny pinion perhaps. The Cardassian, now he's a cog too, albeit a much larger one than the floozy", said Leena as she took a sip of her drink before continuing on. "As for your other question, I'm not going to answer that right here. If you wish to know more of how I know what I know, then get me a discrete audience with your Commanding Officer and you'll get your information...... and more", said Leena with a wink. (Reply Goldsteen) (Posted by Alan) (USS Spectre - Brig - TAC/SC Lt Yelena Vasilyovna - 19:10) Yelena had been eager to see what donaldson had actually returned with, and it was with some haste that she had made her way from the bridge back down to security and henceforth to the Brig itself. The reports she had received had simply mentioned an aggressive Cardassian female that had apparently been beamed aboard in an emergency, though what kind of an emergency warranted the beaming aboard of a dangerous, out of control suspect however remained to be seen. Upon entering into the brig she had been met with Donaldson of course, apparently rubbing at his implant aimlessly now whilst gazing almost motionless at the Cardassian now sleeping upon one of the benches in the holding cell. "Why is she asleep?", said Vasilyovna in surprise, "she can tell us nothing unless she is awake and cognitive..... awaken her", she added curtly. (Reply Donaldson) Vasilyovna sighed heavily and furrowed her brow in disapproval, with whatever it was that the Nurse had introduced into her system now coursing through her cold blooded veins, all they could do was wait until she woke again. It was hardly an ideal situation. "So, where is Yates?", enquired the Chief. (Reply Donaldson) "Didn't anybody think to try and contact him?", said Vasilyovna, "it isn't like Yates to not report in following a chase", she added, her hand moving swiftly to her combadge now in an attempt to raise him. "Vasilyovna to Ensign Yates", she began. Nothing. Vasilyovna looked to Donaldson with a worried look upon her face, then she tried again. "Vasilyovna to Yates, your status please", she said. Still nothing. "Well, there will be nothing gained from simply watching her sleeping", said Yelena gesturing to the Cardassian, "go back down to the surface and find Yates, hopefully, his combadge is still with him so the transporter chief should be able to get a reliable lock on him. (Reply Donaldson) Donaldson then left the brig, still rubbing at that implant. (Reply Donaldson, Any) (Posted by Alan) (Ushar Prime – Bridge – Mark the Lagomorphic - 19:10) Mark stretched, yawning, feet going waaaaaay out in front of him, eyes closed at the effort of the movement. Blinking post-stretch he looked about. This place smelled like his two foot, but there was a severe lack of food. One of the other two feet had put down a bowl of water for him, and some of the dried grass stuff, but he wanted something sweet. These humans weren't well trained. With the head toss of the well martyred bunny, he munched some of the hay, not really noticing he was scattering bits under the Captain's command chair. Munch, munch, munch. Tummy satisfied, for the next wee while, anyway, Mark came out from the nice hidey space and gave a mighty leap up onto the comfy chair. All the important beings napped here, after all. The two feet were making amused noises, but since they didn't seem about to disturb him, he ignored them. (Reply any on bridge) (posted by Lorna) (Ushar Prime - Capital City Public Shopping Complex - ATAC/ASC Ensign Goldsteen - 19:11) "Well", she began. "The Cardassian is like all Cardassian's, he's a worm, a lowlife", said Leena, "he's been in here many times before, always with the woman that your friend showed such an interest in, just before he managed to get himself dropped by the Ushari Metro police", she added with just a hint of disgust at how easily he had managed to do that. "She is what you would, I suppose term an undesirable. The kind of woman that would have sold her own family to our lovely friend Admiral Doenitz before his downfall", said Leena moving off briefly now to pour herself a small fruit juice and then returning to settle herself onto a small stool on her side of the bar adjacent to the Fleeter. "How is she involved in this?" Alex asked interestedly knowing that the information he was hearing could be very important for the mission. "It isn't important, in this particular machine she is but a lowly cog, a very tiny pinion perhaps. The Cardassian, now he's a cog too, albeit a much larger one than the floozy", said Leena as she took a sip of her drink before continuing on. "As for your other question, I'm not going to answer that right here. If you wish to know more of how I know what I know, then get me a discrete audience with your Commanding Officer and you'll get your information...... and more", said Leena with a wink. Alex raised an eyebrow before favoring the bartender with a wicked smile of his own before tapping his combadge. "Ensign Goldsteen to Captain T'Vhor," he said loud enough for the bartender to hear. (reply T'Vhor) "I found the bartender sir. She has a great deal of knowledge about the Cardassian, and somehow has managed to gain access to my personnel file. She says she will only reveal how she came by this information if she has a discreet audience with you." (reply T'Vhor) "Yes sir" Alex replied before turning to Leena. "Let's go." (reply Leena) (posted by Dan Black) (Ushar Prime - Capital City, Reception Hall - Captain T'Vhor - 19:11) ".....my main concern is that we identify who the Cardassian is liasing with and address this issue as high up the chain as we are able to", said the Captain, "perhaps the forthcoming meal will enlighten us somewhat".... It was at that precise moment in time however that his combadge chirped into life with the voice of Ensign Goldsteen. =/\=Ensign Goldsteen to Captain T'Vhor=/\= "Go ahead Ensign", said the Captain. =/\=I found the bartender sir. She has a great deal of knowledge about the Cardassian, and somehow has managed to gain access to my personnel file. She says she will only reveal how she came by this information if she has a discreet audience with you=/\= "Your personal file Ensign?", said the Captain enquiringly, "if I'm not mistaken, the only people that would be able to crack Federation security would be the military", he added in a surprised tone. The brief silence that followed though gave nothing further, implying that either the Bartender was not all that she seemed, or she was clever enough to be able to dupe the Security Officer with carefully fabricated guesswork. The latter did not seem to be a logical answer at all, which meant that..... "Inform the Bartender that I will meet with her onboard the Spectre at twenty two hundred hours", said the Captain, "I am afraid I have a forthcoming engagement with the Ushari Prime minister at twenty hundred hours, you may beam aboard with her at your leisure, do not leave her unattended. T'Vhor out", he added. =/\=Yes sir=/\= (Reply None) (Posted by Alan) (USS Spectre - Brig - TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 19:12) Chuck’s personal reflections were interrupted by his immediate superior. "Why is she asleep?", said Vasilyovna in surprise, "she can tell us nothing unless she is awake and cognitive..... awaken her", she added curtly. “She?” Chuck straightened up, “She was incredibly violent ... even for a Cardassian. A nurse had to sedate her. I’m sorry, Sir, but she’s out cold.” Vasilyovna sighed heavily and furrowed her brow in disapproval, with whatever it was that the Nurse had introduced into her system now coursing through her cold blooded veins, all they could do was wait until she woke again. It was hardly an ideal situation. "So, where is Yates?", enquired the Chief. “When I left the surface he was pursuing a second suspect. Counselor Kreung should be with him on the surface. I’m waiting for one of them to report.” Said Chuck. "Didn't anybody think to try and contact him?", said Vasilyovna, "it isn't like Yates to not report in following a chase", she added, her hand moving swiftly to her combadge now in an attempt to raise him. "Vasilyovna to Ensign Yates", she began. Nothing. Vasilyovna looked at Chuck with a worried look upon her face, then she tried again. Chuck kept silent. "Vasilyovna to Yates, your status please", she said. Still nothing. "Well, there will be nothing gained from simply watching her sleeping", said Yelena gesturing to the Cardassian, "go back down to the surface and find Yates, hopefully, his combadge is still with him so the transporter chief should be able to get a reliable lock on him. As nervous as ever Chuck rubbed involuntarily at the implant. “Yes, Sir.” Chuck started, “Oh, and Lieutenant ... don’t worry about Yates. I’m confident in his abilities, Sir. I think he’ll be fine.” (reply Vasilyovna IYW) Chuck exited the brig ... off to locate Yates and Jynea. ~Darn implant!!~ he thought scratching. (reply Vasilyovna, Any) (posted by Anton) (Ushar Prime – SSFE – SO, Ensign Nathanial Yates - 19:12) Yates exhaled heavily, the metallic taste of his own blood, now quite detectable to his taste buds as he moved just a little and then attempted to lift his face from the dirt. Whoever it had been that had jumped him was now nowhere to be seen of course, but Yates, being the size he was, was certain that whoever it had been was not someone that anyone else would want to be meeting in a dark alley either. At that precise moment, his head was hurting like crazy and he had hazzarded a guess that if it hadn't been so dark, he probably would have been having trouble focussing anyway. Wearilly, the stricken security officer drew himself forwards in the dust, the fabric of his uniform catching on something beneath him that he had obviously fallen upon. Then he rolled onto his back and gazed for a moment or two at one of Ushars twin, orange hued moons high above him. ~Combadge~ Thought Yates as he reached up an arm painfully towards his chest, only to find that it was no longer there. "Oh that's just fab n groovy", he muttered with a laugh, but even talking was hurting him now, not that it really mattered of course because in two seconds flat, Yates had lost consciousness once again and the pain of course, was gone. (Reply None) (Posted by Alan) (USS Spectre – Sickbay – CMO’s Office – CMO Williams – 19:12) Andrew looked from the fragment on the screen in front of him to the PADD in his hand and back again. Deep frustration lines crossed his forehead as he sighed in frustration. He had been talking with Ensign Taya about it for what seamed like ages. He had run the fragment through the computer to try and find out what it belonged to. After finding nothing he had handed over the fragment for her to run some more in depth tests in her labs. “Hope fully she will have better luck then me.” He absentmindedly picked up his stone cold drink and sipped at it. He looked at the screen again. At least he was getting on a bit further with the partial DNA sample they had managed to find on the fragment. He put the PADD down and leant closer to the screen. He knew that it was Cardassian DNA, call it intuition or gut feeling but he knew it was. He gave another sigh as he also knew that the Captain would not accept his idea until he had solid proof. He tapped a sequence of commands into the console and watched as the computer went through another scan cycle. ~I really do hope that Taya is having better luck then me~ (reply any) (posted by Robbie) (Ushar Prime - Capital City Public Shopping Complex - Bartender Leena - 19:14) "Let's go.....", said the Fleeter just as the hastilly established communication with his Commanding Officer was cut with the expected 'T'Vhor out' from the Captain himself. "Now?", enquired Leena in surprise, "your CO said twenty two hundred hours, thats like, two and a half hours away", she exclaimed. "And anyway, I can't just close the bar at a moments notice, not for you, not for your Captain or even Ung'Hst himself!". (Reply Goldsteen) "I can have someone take over the bar at twenty one hundred hours, no earlier", said Leena, "either that, or you re-arrange the meeting for tomorrow". (Reply Goldsteen) "I thought as much", said Leena. It was obvious that the Fleeter knew that any info she might have, should be imparted to his CO ASAP, and anyway, what harm would it do if he had to remain in the bar just a little longer. Damn, he looked like he needed to unwind anyway, those furrows in his forehead were beginning to set into stone! "You may as well have a drink and let your hair down Ensign Alex", said Leena, just as yet another customer arrived to be duly filled. (Reply Goldsteen, Any) (Posted by Alan) (Ushar Prime - SSFE – Ensign Jynea Kreung – 19:15) Nathaniel's comm. badge had blinked out and he wasn't answering, but the finally cooperating tricorder had found his last place and Jynea called for backup. She wasn't going where a trained security agent got in trouble! It appeared Mr Charles was back up on the Spectre. She was just the morale officer, why wasn't SHE up on the ship and HIM looking for Nathaniel?? With the two ensigns with phasors at the ready and looking ready to rumble, Jynea led the way the to where the tricorder insisted Nathaniel had last been. She didn't need it as she went around the last corner. "Oh Nate." She sighed, rushing over to the fallen form. If she'd followed sooner, could she have saved him? Or would she have just run into whoever did this to him? She took off her badge and put it on Nathaniel's chest. "Jynea to Spectre, beam my comm. badge directly to sickbay, please." She hoped she sounded like she wasn't about to burst into tears. She stepped out of range and looked up at the two security officers. What the hell now? She was the ranking officer, but she sure as hell wasn't equipped to deal with any of this! (Reply Any) (Posted by Lorna) (Ushar Prime - Capital City Public Shopping Complex - ATAC/ASC Ensign Goldsteen - 19:17) "Now?", enquired Leena in surprise, "your CO said twenty two hundred hours, thats like, two and a half hours away", she exclaimed. "And anyway, I can't just close the bar at a moments notice, not for you, not for your Captain or even Ung'Hst himself!". Alex frowned unhappily. He frankly wanted to get the bartender onto the ship and under investigation until the mystery surrounding the woman and her access to his personal file was solved. "Well when can you close the bar?" he asked trying to keep the annoyance out of his voice. "I can have someone take over the bar at twenty one hundred hours, no earlier", said Leena, "either that, or you re-arrange the meeting for tomorrow". "I will wait," Alex answered knowing that there was no way to change her mind. Alex did not like for anyone to know anything about him without his approval, which this woman certainly did not have. "You may as well have a drink and let your hair down Ensign Alex", said Leena, just as yet another customer arrived to be duly filled. "I think I reached my limit with drinks" he responded, "and my hair is too short to either put up or let down." Alex sat for some time impatiently waiting while Leena served some drinks to other customers before breaking the silence. "So you remember anything else from my file?" he asked hoping to confirm just how much she knew. (reply Leena) (posted by Dan Black) (Ushar Prime - SSFE - SO, Ensign Nathanial Yates - 19:18) Through the hazed shroud of semi-consciousness, Ensign Yates felt the presence of someone nearby. There was a voice, it was familiar but for the moment he couldn't quite place it, the one consolation though was that at least it hadn't sounded hollow and metallic though. That just wouldn't do at all! Suddenly, there was pressure upon his chest and then the taste of blood in his mouth again to the accompaniment of the strangely reassuring voice again. "Jyn... to Spec.., beam my comm.......bay, please" Yates tried to open his eyes, then he reached to the already retreating figure as she, he was sure it WAS a she, stepped back and away from where he lay. Then came the familiar tingling fizz of a transport beam as it took him away from the cold dark place he had come to be. (Reply None) (Posted by Alan) (Ushar Prime - Capital City Public Shopping Complex - Bartender Leena - 19:18) The Fleeter didn't look too happy at being sidelined at all, obviously he was used to getting his own way and being put into a position where he had to wait in order to get a desired result, didn't seem to be sitting too well with him in the slightest. Leena however, had just continued on with the job that she was being paid for, namely filling up the trickle of customers that were meandering in to satisfy their need of routine liquid sustenance. "So you remember anything else from my file?", enquired the Ensign, apparently settling in now for the duration but still, evidently fishing. Leena sighed a heavy sigh. "What would you like to know?", she asked, the very question seemingly raising the Fleeters hackles just that little bit more. Leena had been kidding with him though of course but he wasn't to know that. (Reply Goldsteen, IYW) "Hey, I'm just kidding. If your afraid I'll know what colour shorts your wearing under that uniform, forget it. I know what I need to know, nothing more, no intimate details, no secrets you'd rather not be seeing aired in public. Nothing", said the Bartender. (Reply Goldsteen) Leena smiled. Well, it was more of a pursing of lips really but some might have seen it as a smile of sorts. She leaned both her elbows onto the bar and then she engaged the Fleeter directly. "Trust me Alex, you'll understand soon enough", she said before quickly going off on yet another tangent. "So tell me about you, surely your not so angst ridden as your fleet report would suggest", said Leena, "I mean, there is a heart in there yes?", she added pointing to his chest now. (Reply Goldsteen) (Posted by Alan) (USS Spectre - Sickbay – CMO Williams - 19:20) Andrew waited for the patient to arrive. He had been informed that he had a medical emergency on the way. He would know the situation of his patient when they appeared. He heard the hum of the transporter and saw a person materialised on a bio-bed. ~Okay lets see what we have here~ He stepped over to the bio-bed and saw that Yates appeared to be unconscious. He glanced at the monitors above the bio-bed. ~Good, he’s coming round~ “Mr Yates!” He thought he saw him stir so he leant closer. “Mr Yates can you hear me?” "Uh... Wha...", “Mr Yates. Its okay you are in sickbay.” "Doc, doc is that you?" “Yes Mr Yates. It’s me. You are in sickbay. You are safe. How are you feeling?” (reply Yates) “Take is easy. Tell me what’s happened?” (Reply Yates) (Reply Yates, any) (Posted by Robbie) (Ushar Prime - SSFE - Ensign Jynea Kreung - 19:20) Jynea turned to the nearer of the two officers, "Contact your boss and explain our situation and ask for backup and a CSI team." She didn't know what could be found, but if anything could be, she had faith in the Spectre's science department. Really, she just wanted someone else to come down here and take this mess off her hand so she could go curl up under her bed! (Reply any applicable) (Posted by Lorna) (USS Spectre – Transporter Room 1 - TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 19:20) Chuck barged into the transporter room and barely nodded to the transporter Ensign. “Uh, Sir … just a moment!” the Ensign yelled. Chuck had already stepped onto the transporter pad when the Ensign startled him. “What is it, Ensign?!” Chuck ordered. She ran a hand through her hair seemingly trying to come up with the simplest explanation. “You’re headed to the surface at Vasilyovna’s order. Ensign Yates has been transported to Sickbay. I have orders to beam you directly to the location of the dispatched security team and Counselor Kreung.” Said the female Ensign briskly. “Well, then … energize.” Said Chuck. The woman pressed a few buttons on the console and Chuck felt himself get caught in the beam. (Reply None) (Posted by Anton) (Ushar Prime - Capital City Public Shopping Complex - ATAC/ASC Ensign Goldsteen - 19:20) "What would you like to know?", she asked, the very question seemingly raising the Fleeters hackles just that little bit more. Leena had been kidding with him though of course but he wasn't to know that. Alex's teeth began to grind and he could feel his muscles clench at the response. There was information in that file that he did not want anyone to know. Mentally he began to compile a list of the harshest punishments he could think of for whoever was responsible for the obvious security breach. "I would hope" he said stiffly, "that you don't have the answer to everything about my life." "Hey, I'm just kidding. If your afraid I'll know what colour shorts your wearing under that uniform, forget it. I know what I need to know, nothing more, no intimate details, no secrets you'd rather not be seeing aired in public. Nothing", said the Bartender. Alex breathed a sigh of relief, though his face retained an intensely pensive look. "I do not understand" he said, "how is iy possible that you can gain the answer to whatever you need to know." Leena smiled. Well, it was more of a pursing of lips really but some might have seen it as a smile of sorts. She leaned both her elbows onto the bar and then she engaged the Fleeter directly. "Trust me Alex, you'll understand soon enough", she said before quickly going off on yet another tangent. "So tell me about you, surely your not so angst ridden as your fleet report would suggest", said Leena, "I mean, there is a heart in there yes?", she added pointing to his chest now. "Well there is something that pumps blood into my veins" he said jokingly but then stopped to think about her question. It seemed that he had gained his emotions on this planet, but that meant he had a heart. He was not sure how to judge such a thing, but in the end he was just as capable of doing whatever he had done prior to coming to the planet. Now, he was just able to enjoy himself more. "A heart in the sense that you are talking about," he finally answered softly, "would only lessen my ability to do my job." (reply Leena iyw) Alex shifted uncomfortably wishing that time would fast forward. "In the end what does it matter anyway?" he asked gruffly. (reply Leena) (posted by Dan Black) (USS Spectre - Sickbay - SO, Ensign Nathanial Yates - 19:21) The warmth of the Spectres sickbay was momentarily comforting, and yet unconsciousness was seemingly but a breath away all the time. Yates was aware of people around him and also, the familiar ping of a medical monitor that sounded disturbingly irregular in it's interval. ~Is that to do with me?~ He thought. Then a voice again, this time male but no less familiar as he struggled to open his eyes to see who it might be, only to have them blinded by a strong light from above. "Uh... Wha...", was about all that Yates had managed at that point, then a shadow fell over him to ease the glare of the light above just as the voice began again. (Reply Williams, Any) "Doc, doc is that you?", said Yates confused now. (Reply Williams) (Posted by Alan) (Ushar Prime - Capital City Public Shopping Complex - Bartender Leena - 19:21) The Security Officer had seemed to mellow just a little, the question in regards his heart, and whether he actually had one seemingly prompting further searching of his innermost drives. Leena simply shifted slightly on her stool and watched him, if she didn't know better she could have sworn that the man was actually anguishing over the thoughts he was now adressing in his rigid, security orientated brain. Then all of a sudden, he opened his mouth and words fell out. "A heart in the sense that you are talking about, would only lessen my ability to do my job", he had said, thus ruining the earlier intonation that there might actually be a little softness in there. Leena huffed. "So your telling me that to be a security officer in starfleet, you have to be a cold blooded, unemotional and heartless lughead?", she enquired. (Reply Goldsteen) "I disagree", said Leena, standing now to address yet another newcomer to the bar. "Sometimes it's more important to actually have a heart, even when you are tasked, as you are, with keeping law and order", she added as she promptly took the newcomers order, dispensed it and then returned to the erstwhile Goldsteen, who was not looking at all convinced. "In the end what does it matter anyway?", said the Fleeter clearly indicating now that he wasn't even particularly comfortable with sharing his feelings and emotions. "Oh it matters greatly", said Leena, "I knew a Starfleet Chief of Security once. He was the kindest, most beautiful guy in the universe, absolute heart of gold and yet you'd be a complete and utter fool to cross him", she added with a sigh, indicating clearly that she certainly missed the guy. (Reply Goldsteen) "I think the deal is to keep the two sides of yourself seperate", said Leena, "build yourself a little box in your mind and compartmentise it. Keep stern, by the book Goldsteen in one half and warm, compassionate Goldsteen in the other, but never..... repeat never, let the two mix" (Reply Goldsteen) "Just try it, you might find your life is just a tad nicer believe me", said Leena with a wink. (Reply Goldsteen) "Tell ya what, how about we play a little game", asked Leena. (Reply Goldsteen) "Questions and answers, I ask you a question, which you answer honestly and then you ask me a question, which I answer honestly", said Leena. "It might actually surprise you and it'll certainly pass the time" (Reply Goldsteen, IYW) "Nothing work related or too personal, just interests and such. I`ll go first.... your favourite colour?" (Reply Goldsteen) (Posted by Alan) (Ushar Prime – SSFE - TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 19:22) Chuck arrived on the scene and immediately got up to speed on the situation. “Alright, I want a perimeter sweep gentlemen.” Chuck began distributing orders, “Jynea, did you happen to see anything that might give us a clue as to where to look for this attacker.” (reply Kreung) Chuck nodded. “If you don’t mind I’d like for you to stay with the security team. Of course, that’s not an order.” Said Chuck smiling. (reply Kreung, any) (posted by Anton) (Ushar Prime - SSFE - Ensign Jynea Kreung - 19:23) Jynea was VERY happy to see Chuck arrive in a shimmer of light and start giving orders like the professional he was. "Jynea, did you happen to see anything that might give us a clue as to where to look for this attacker." She shook her head, "We got here to find Nathaniel down with no visible signs of life." She'd already received her update from sickbay and was breathing easier. "I'm afraid my first concern wasn't 'who did it' or 'what happened.'" She chewed on her lip, obviously still unhappy about being in the place of the attack. "Maybe Ensign Surge or Ensign Fenedar showed better powers of observation." "If you don't mind I'd like for you to stay with the security team. Of course, that's not an order." Said Chuck smiling. Well, she'd much rather have gone back to the ship and hidden under her bed, but she was a Starfleet officer with a job to do. "Aye Aye, Sir Charles Sir, not an order." She teased, feeling a spark of her old self returning. (Reply Donaldson) "What can I do to help? I'm scared to move in case of ruining evidence." She asked earnestly. She couldn't say she'd ever been involved in security doing their jobs before beyond 'duck and cover.' (Reply Donaldson) (Posted by Lorna) (Ushar Prime - Capital City Public Shopping Complex - ATAC/ASC Ensign Goldsteen - 19:24) "So your telling me that to be a security officer in starfleet, you have to be a cold blooded, unemotional and heartless lughead?", she enquired. "While I do not know if I agree with the phrase lughead," Alex answered coolly, "I would say that the rest of your analysis is correct." "I disagree", said Leena, standing now to address yet another newcomer to the bar. "Sometimes it's more important to actually have a heart, even when you are tasked, as you are, with keeping law and order", she added as she promptly took the newcomers order, dispensed it and then returned to the erstwhile Goldsteen, who was not looking at all convinced. "In the end what does it matter anyway?", said Alex clearly indicating now that he wasn't even particularly comfortable with sharing his feelings and emotions. "Oh it matters greatly", said Leena, "I knew a Starfleet Chief of Security once. He was the kindest, most beautiful guy in the universe, absolute heart of gold and yet you'd be a complete and utter fool to cross him", she added with a sigh, indicating clearly that she certainly missed the guy. "I would have a hard time figuring out how those two sides of him correct," Alex answered, visibly wishing that the Bartender would change to a different topic. "I think the deal is to keep the two sides of yourself seperate", said Leena, "build yourself a little box in your mind and compartmentise it. Keep stern, by the book Goldsteen in one half and warm, compassionate Goldsteen in the other, but never..... repeat never, let the two mix" "That will not present me with any problems" Alex replied with an amused grin forming on his lips, "for the simple reason that I fairly sure that warm, compassionate Goldsteen does not...repeat does not exist." "Just try it, you might find your life is just a tad nicer believe me", said Leena with a wink. "My life is very nice already" Alex replied, even as various reasons to argue with that assessment ran through his mind. "Tell ya what, how about we play a little game", asked Leena. Alex looked at her cautiously, certain that any game he played with her would end up with him as the loser. Still, there might be an opportunity to learn something during this game that he could not pass up. "Fairly well," he finally said with noticable hesiation. "Questions and answers, I ask you a question, which you answer honestly and then you ask me a question, which I answer honestly", said Leena. "It might actually surprise you and it'll certainly pass the time" "Nothing work related or too personal, just interests and such. I`ll go first.... your favourite colour?" Alex took a moment to think before answering. Despite how innocent the question sounded he was determed to make sure that his answers did not give anything away...besides he had no idea what his favorite color actually was. "Black," he finally said uncertaintly. (reply Leena iyw) "What is your favorite planet to visit?" he asked, hoping this would reveal something about her. (reply Leena) (posted by Dan Black) (Ushar Prime - SSFE - TAC/ASC Charles "Chuck" Donaldson - 19:25) Jynea had confirmed a negative. She had not actually seen Nathaniel's fleeing attacker.She chewed on her lip, obviously still unhappy about being in the place of the attack. "Maybe Ensign Surge or Ensign Fenedar showed better powers of observation." "If you don't mind I'd like for you to stay with the security team. Of course, that's not an order." Said Chuck smiling. "Aye Aye, Sir Charles Sir, not an order." She teased. Chuck tried hard to think about the task at hand and not laugh or do something more embarassing. He knew Jynea wouldn't mind ... but the Ensigns might get the wrong impression. While Chuck blinked in distraction Jynea continued. "What can I do to help? I'm scared to move in case of ruining evidence." She asked earnestly. Chuck glanced at Ensign Fenedar. "We've already collected samples, Sir. They're being analyzed by the Science department aboard the Spectre." responded the Ensign. Chuck nodded in approval ... Security SOP ... while poor Jynea was debating what she should do everything had already been done around her. "When you stand around the world just passes you by, Counselor." Chuck said smiling widely. (reply Jynea) (posted by Anton) (Ushar Prime - Capital City Public Shopping Complex - Bartender Leena - 19:26) Leena eyed the Fleeter curiously as he pondered the question and wondered just what he would come up with in response to her first question. She was hoping for perhaps a Blue, or maybe a Green, something that might indicate calm or warmth, she had a feeling however that it would not be so. And she was correct. "Black", said Goldsteen, much the the Bartenders consternation. Leena closed her eyes and shook her head, then she let out a heavy sigh. "Is that even a colour?", she asked, "science says that it is more a complete absence of colour, a state of total spectral absorbence of each and every frequency of the visible spectrum", she added, quirking her head slightly as she spoke. "But then again.....perhaps your answer does indeed say something about you" The Fleeter said nothing, he simply raised an eyebrow of his own in typical, 'I would really not be playing this stupid game' manner before asking a question of his own, just to keep her happy. "What is your favorite planet to visit?" he asked. "Oh that's easy, Earth of course", said Leena with a smile, "I rarely get there these days and I do miss Green, which incidently is my own favourite colour", she added, "just in case you were wondering", she said, pursing her lips now into a kind of quirked, half smile. (Reply Goldsteen) Leena then asked her next question. "Your favourite childhood toy?", she asked. (Reply Goldsteen, Any) (Posted by Alan) (Ushar Prime - Capital City Public Shopping Complex - ATAC/ASC Ensign Goldsteen - 19:30) "Oh that's easy, Earth of course", said Leena with a smile, "I rarely get there these days and I do miss Green, which incidently is my own favourite colour", she added, "just in case you were wondering", she said, pursing her lips now into a kind of quirked, half smile. "Really," Alex replied with a grin, "I really took you for more of a pink girl. Though I can not say I agree with your taste in planets, earth is really not my preferred place." (reply Lena iyw) Leena then asked her next question. "Your favourite childhood toy?", she asked. Alex pursed his lips for a second before replying. "I do not remember ever playing with any," he answered honestly. (reply Leena) "The shrink that I began to see when I was five told my parents not to give me any. He believed that it would hurt my chances of having proper emotional development." (reply Leena) (posted by Dan Black) (Ushar Prime - Capital City Public Shopping Complex - Bartender Leena - 19:32) "I really took you for more of a pink girl. Though I can not say I agree with your taste in planets, Earth is really not my preferred place." Leena drew herself up onto her chair in a kind of amused disgust at that remark. "Pink!", she cried, "Pink!.... I suppose you think I had little ringlets in my cute blonde hair when I was a kid too uh", she added rhetorically. "And every toy I had was a doll dressed as a princess", she added shaking her head before retaking her stool, and then reverting to the game that SHE had instigated. "Your favourite childhood toy?", she asked. "I do not remember ever playing with any", said the Fleeter, his reply coming mere seconds after the question was actually posed, thus indicating that he was not making this one up. Leena opened her eyes wide, the shock of the mans answer lingering upon her expression like a Tiberian Bat, just for a moment or two. "You never had a toy as a child?", she asked dumbstruck, "my god, even Klingon's have toys..... granted they bite and are prone to taking lumps of flesh out of them but at least they still see it as play", she added incredulously. "You never played!!" "The shrink that I began to see when I was five told my parents not to give me any. He believed that it would hurt my chances of having proper emotional development.", said the Fleeter. Leena again eyed him curiously. "Err, hello. Excuse me", she muttered opening both her hands towards him now so as to indicate the fault with that particular brand of psychological reasoning. "I'm not exactly seeing a heightened state of proper emotional development here Alex", said Leena. (Reply Goldsteen) "Perhaps you should have just stolen a toy from a friend for a while", said Leena, "the momentary lapse of reasoning in regards your crime may have actually helped you more so", she added. (Reply Goldsteen, IYW) Leena then paused to refill her now empty glass with the fruit juice she had previously been drinking. "Another?", she asked. (Reply Goldsteen) NRPG: Assuming a yes here. RPG: Leena then poured the guy a drink to match her own. "So anyway", she said retaking her stool now, "where were we?.....ah yes" Leena placed a finger onto her lips in a coquetish manner as she pondered her next question, then she aimed it directly at him. "If you could choose a place to spend the rest of your life and have a companion of your choice with you, where and who would it be?", she asked. (Reply Goldsteen, Any) (Posted by Alan) (Ushar Prime - Capital City Public Shopping Complex - ATAC/ASC Ensign Goldsteen - 19:34) "Err, hello. Excuse me", she muttered opening both her hands towards him now so as to indicate the fault with that particular brand of psychological reasoning. "I'm not exactly seeing a heightened state of proper emotional development here Alex", said Leena. "Are you a trained psychologist?" Alex asked crossly, "if not I do not think you're in a position to judge." "Perhaps you should have just stolen a toy from a friend for a while", said Leena, "the momentary lapse of reasoning in regards your crime may have actually helped you more so", she added. Alex eyed her coldly, "for that plan to work," he responded icily, "I would have needed a friend. "Besides, the consequences for stealing would have greatly outweighed the fleeting pleasure of playing with a toy ship." (reply Leena iyw) Leena then paused to refill her now empty glass with the fruit juice she had previously been drinking. "Another?", she asked. "Well...yes," Alex said after some hesitation, though he made no move to actually to taste the beverage once it was poured. Leena then poured the guy a drink to match her own. "So anyway", she said retaking her stool now, "where were we?.....ah yes" Leena placed a finger onto her lips in a coquetish manner as she pondered her next question, then she aimed it directly at him. "If you could chose a place to spend the rest of your life and have a companion of your choice with you, where and who would it be?", she asked. "I would find the most crime-infested planet I could," Alex said seriously. "There would never be a dearth of crimes for me to solve, and there would be enough that I could stick with simply solving the interesting ones. As for a companion," he took a minute to think, "I would probably go with a good secretary." (reply Leena) (posted by Dan Black) (Ushar Prime - Capital City Public Shopping Complex - Bartender Leena - 19:36) ~No friend to even steal from!~ Leena shook her head. A part of her actually felt sorry for the poor guy, was it any wonder he had such an armoured personality. To be honest, the last question she had asked been loaded from the start, and had been designed to see exactly what kind of a man Alex could be, when his head wasn't actually jammed up his backside. The moment she had asked it though, she had realised that it had actually been HIS turn to ask her a question. To bring it up now though seemed a tad incongruous so she let it pass and simply awaited his answer. "I would find the most crime-infested planet I could, there would never be a dearth of crimes for me to solve, and there would be enough that I could stick with simply solving the interesting ones", he had begun, "As for a companion...... I would probably go with a good secretary", said the Fleeter whilst reaching for his glass for the first time since it had arrived on the bar. The answer had not surprised the Bartender in the slightest, it had been as predictable as the man himself and had revolved entirely around work, even to the point of the companion. ~Oh boy, this guy is hard work, does he ever get off work~ thought Leena rolling her eyes. "Ok, I said I wouldn't ask anything personal but I just gotta..... Did your mother breast feed you Alex?", said Leena. (Reply Goldsteen) (Posted by Alan) (Ushar Prime - DiliPro Inc. Mining Center #3 - SFI Agent - Lt. Cmdr Brian Rogers - 19:36) Rogers rode the public transportation system out to one of the smaller cities. Once it stopped at a station, he hopped off and started walking down one of the tunnels. The tunnel was practically empty. There were only mines here, and it was past quitting time. Rogers spotted one of the mines. It was a larger one, but not the largest one he could find. ~Hopefully, I'll find some connection to the Cardassians, but not as much security as one that pulls a lot of rock,~ Rogers noted to himself. Rogers sighed and took off his comm badge. He set it on the floor of the tunnel, hoping to stop any possible distractions. He was nervous, his heart was beating, and he didn't know why. Slowly, he pushed open one of the bulkhead-like gates to the mining center and slipped in. There were a few guards in the mining center, though they were privatized, not the public peacekeepers that had 'neutralized' him outside the bar. They were at ease, and Rogers had no problem carefully dodging around them. He moved quickly and quietly through the dark areas of the mining center. It was shut down for the night, and he moved swiftly. He hit the office-area of the mining center first. Though the lights were on inside, the doors weren't locked and it wasn't occupied. Once inside, he moved to a computer terminal, and sat down. He knew the possibilities of a guard discovering him were high, so he moved quickly. He quickly skimmed all the files he could get his hands on, but there was nothing. He looked up contracts, hoping to find some link to the Cardassians. ~Come on,~ he said, his fingers moving quickly over the console's controls. All he could find were government controls, however. All the Dilithium mined from this facility were sold to the government. Rogers could feel the sweat building on his forehead as he kept nervously glancing between the door and terminal screen. ~You're spooking out, Rogers~ Brian scolded himself, ~You used to love these kinda ops,~ he thought. Finally, he found reference to the Ushari economy that he wasn't aware of - all the commercially owned mining centers sold their Dilithium to the government for trading. Rogers sighed, ~Looks like I came for nothing,~ he bemoaned. He logged off the computer terminal, and slowly walked back to the door of the small office, when he heard two sets of foot steps approaching. Panicked, he looked around before diving under the small desk that held the computer terminal, and held his breath. He watched carefully as the door opened, and two Ushari guards entered. They made small talk and headed over to the terminal. Rogers slipped the egg phaser out of his sleeve and set it to high-stun. He would use it, if he had too. The men chatted briefly while one used the terminal. Brian waited... any sign that they had found his presence, and he would have to stun them and try to escape. "Hey... wait a second. What's this?" The one sitting at the terminal said. Rogers held his breath.... (reply none, any) (Posted by Kevin Schram) (Ushar Prime - Capital City Public Shopping Complex - ATAC/ASC Ensign Goldsteen - 19:38) "Ok, I said I wouldn't ask anything personal but I just gotta..... Did your mother breast feed you Alex?", said Leena. Alex gave a small chuckle before answering. "I would presume so, but I am guessing you are asking if my mother was nurturing." He took a moment to think before answering. "I would have to say no, she stopped being motherly once the shrink forbade it, and that was again when I was five." (Reply Leena) "Its simple enough," Alex replied casually. "My psychologist decided that I was overly emotional as a child and decided that we had to essentially stunt my emotional growth to balance it out. As you may have noticed it worked wonderfully." (reply Leena) "Well then," Alex answered testily, "Imagine what I would have been like had I not undergone his treatments. Now, it is time for my question, that Starfleet officer you mentioned, you obviously had feelings for him, why aren't you with him now? I know its a personal question, but you got to ask a personal one as well, plus you went out of turn." (reply Leena) (posted by Dan Black) (Ushar Prime - Capital City Public Shopping Complex - Bartender Leena - 19:40) The question was probably one of those questions that never should have been posed, the second it had been voiced though, it was of course too late. "I would have to say no, she stopped being motherly once the shrink forbade it, and that was again when I was five", said the Security Officer. Leena quite simply couldn't believe what she was hearing, shrinks that forbade motherly impulses!!! It did'nt bear thinking about. "I'm really not sure I understand that kind of logic Alex, it just seems so.... well, inhuman", said Leena. "Its simple enough", said Alex. "My psychologist decided that I was overly emotional as a child and decided that we had to essentially stunt my emotional growth to balance it out. As you may have noticed it worked wonderfully." "That's a matter of opinion", said Leena with a huff as she reached for her glass once again to wash the taste of 'Psyche expertise' out of her mouth. "Well then, imagine what I would have been like had I not undergone his treatments", said the Fleeter, almost as an observation now rather than a posed question. "Now, it is time for my question, that Starfleet officer you mentioned, you obviously had feelings for him, why aren't you with him now? I know its a personal question, but you got to ask a personal one as well, plus you went out of turn." Leena smiled, the smile turning first into a laugh as she pondered the question, and then into a look of sadness as the issue's it addressed resurfaced in her head. "Well", she began, "that would kinda be difficult..... he was killed whilst containing an uprising on Gamma Seti IV. I guess had he not been, we might be happily married back on Earth with a few little ones running about the place", said Leena furtively. She glanced down briefly into her glass seemingly lost in a thought, swilled it about a little and then upended it to drain it in one go. "But anyway, you can't undo the past. You of all people must surely know that Alex", said Leena, "all we can do is make the best of what we have right now" (Reply Goldsteen) Leena rested her elbows upon the bar and placed her chin onto her spread hands. "I guess that means you got another question then", she said, the smile now returning to her face. (Reply Goldsteen) "I insist, I went out of turn as you rightly pointed out..... ask away", said Leena. (Reply Goldsteen) (Posted by Alan) (Ushar Prime - Capital City Public Shopping Complex - ATAC/ASC Ensign Goldsteen - 19:42) Well", she began, "that would kinda be difficult..... he was killed whilst containing an uprising on Gamma Seti IV. I guess had he not been, we might be happily married back on Earth with a few little ones running about the place", said Leena furtively. She glanced down briefly into her glass seemingly lost in a thought, swilled it about a little and then upended it to drain it in one go. "But anyway, you can't undo the past. You of all people must surely know that Alex", said Leena, "all we can do is make the best of what we have right now" "Perhaps" Alex replied softly, "it fits into my philosophy of ignoring whatever is out of my power to fix." (reply Leena iyw) Leena rested her elbows upon the bar and placed her chin onto her spread hands. "I guess that means you got another question then", she said, the smile now returning to her face. Alex pursued his lips and thought for a second before shaking his head. "It is alright," he said, "you may ask." "I insist, I went out of turn as you rightly pointed out..... ask away", said Leena. "Very well" Alex said tightly as he tried to think up a question. "Where do you see yourself in five years?" He didn't think it was a very interesting question, but he wasn't sure how to continue with their game. (reply Leena) (posted by Dan Black) (Ushar Prime - Capital City Public Shopping Complex - Bartender Leena - 19:44) Leena sensed that the Fleeter was now tiring of their little game of 'ask away', it seemed that he perhaps wasn't the kind to enjoy getting to know people per se, preferring instead to stick to his own private little comfort zone. He had seemed lost on the question, unsure now of what to even ask given the chance to do so. In the end though, he fired away with a projection type question. "Very well.....Where do you see yourself in five years?", he had asked. Leena breathed out heavily through her nose, now that was a hard one since for her anyway, life was always so unpredictable anyway. Thinking on the matter briefly though, she gave an answer that best summed up the state of flux that she felt existed all around her. "Probably not here", she had said, "it would seem that two years is about the maximum that I remain in any one place. I could end up in the Gamma quadrant for all I know", she added contemplating the likelihood of that particular outcome actually coming to be. (Reply Goldsteen, IYW) "I guess as long as I am still breathing and keeping my head above the water, I'll be happy", she said, "like a Duck me, calm on the surface but going like crazy beneath", she had added, the analogy bringing a smile to her face once again (Reply Goldsteen, IYW) "And you Alex, where do you see yourself in five years?", she asked. (Reply Goldsteen, Any) (Posted by Alan) (USS Spectre – Security Station Foxtrot - Security Officer Smith – 19:45) Jo looked at the data that she had found. It had taken her a bit of time to trawl through the archives on the Dark Star observatory and relay station. As she thought that this may be a jump off point for getting Dilithium out of the system she wanted to get it right. The Dark Star was a small observatory which held only twenty people. From the data that she had collected, it was set up almost thirty years ago to explore the resources of a nearby asteroid field. “Computer, does the observatory have the facility to use Dilithium.” [Negative] Jo paused. “Does the observatory have the capacity to store the Dilithium?” [Affirmative] “Where?” [The observatory has four cargo modules attached to its main section] “Was that part of the original design?” [Negative it was added three years ago] ~Better give this to Donaldson~ She transferred the data to Donaldson. “I so wish I was on that shuttle so that I could see what was on that observatory.” She muttered to herself. ~Ow I do hope no one’s been that silly~ (reply any) (posted by Robbie) (Ushar Prime - Capital City Public Shopping Complex - ATAC/ASC Ensign Goldsteen - 19:46) Leena breathed out heavily through her nose, now that was a hard one since for her anyway, life was always so unpredictable anyway. Thinking on the matter briefly though, she gave an answer that best summed up the state of flux that she felt existed all around her. "Probably not here", she had said, "it would seem that two years is about the maximum that I remain in any one place. I could end up in the Gamma quadrant for all I know", she added contemplating the likelihood of that particular outcome actually coming to be. Goldsteen raised an eyebrow at her response, but stayed silent hoping she would expand on her answer. "I guess as long as I am still breathing and keeping my head above the water, I'll be happy", she said, "like a Duck me, calm on the surface but going like crazy beneath", she had added, the analogy bringing a smile to her face once again Alex chuckled at the analogy but then grew silent as he wondered whether he also fit that description in a way. "And you Alex, where do you see yourself in five years?", she asked. Alex licked his lips and his eyes grew contemplative as he truly tried to take a real look at his probable future. "Most probably" he said with just a hint of bitterness, "someone in authority will finally decide that I go too far in carrying out my duty. I'll most likely be court-martialed for excessive...enthusiasm when interrogating a prisoner, though I never physically harm him, and I'll be kicked out of star fleet." (reply Leena iyw) Alex stared into space for a second before continuing, this time with real bitterness showing underneath. "I am not sure what I'll do after that. Most likely I'll be forced to put my skills to use for the rich and corrupt, for when some journalist hears about me I doubt to a man who will no doubt be deemed a psycho. Not a pleasant future, but under the circumstances a realistic one. " (reply Leena) "I could change it," Alex agreed with a sad smile. "I could become a perfect model of the honorable Starfleet officer. But I won't, because if there is one positive trait about me, its that when I set out to do something I do it. No matter the consequences, even the consequences to me." (reply Leena) "Ask me a question please," Alex requested, "for some reason I can not seem to think of one." (reply Leena) (posted by Dan Black) (Ushar Prime - Capital City Public Shopping Complex - Bartender Leena - 19:49) ".....Not a pleasant future, but under the circumstances a realistic one", said Goldsteen in response to his own rather bleak outlook on his future. "Oh nonsense", said Leena in her best, big sister type reassuring voice, "the future is never set, you can change it anytime you want to", she added. "I could change it, I could become a perfect model of the honorable Starfleet officer. But I won't, because if there is one positive trait about me, its that when I set out to do something I do it. No matter the consequences, even the consequences to me", said the Fleeter. "But what's the point in finishing anything if you yourself are no better off than before you began?", asked Leena, "I mean, even a Security officer such as yourself feels a certain pride at bringing things to a happy conclusion, irrespective of what it might entail. Plus, why on earth should seeing something through to the very end, stop you being a success?", she added as she paused to take another sip of her drink. (Reply Goldsteen, IYW) "Your too hard on yourself Alex, I think it's time that you put aside that bleak outlook and set yourself some new goals, and if you can't be the 'Honourable Starfleet officer' by any other means, then be an honourable Human being", said Leena. (Reply Goldsteen, IYW) Obviously, the Security man was not entirely convinced. Perhaps he just didn't want to be helped. Either way, the silence that had now halted their discussion was now in danger of becoming a veritable void, in the end though it had been broken by the Fleeter himself with yet another predictable sidestep. "Ask me a question please", he requested, "for some reason I can not seem to think of one" Leena just sighed a heavy sigh and then rested her chin contemplatively onto her hand. "Ok, is there really any point in my trying to convince you that there are alternatives to the single minded, set in stone outlook that you currently have going round and around in that head of yours?", she asked with a somewhat mischievous smile. (Reply Goldsteen, Any) (Posted by Alan) (Ushar Prime - DiliPro Inc. Mining Center #3 - SFI Agent - Lt. Cmdr Brian Rogers - 20:01) As soon as the two guards found something amiss in the computer system, Rogers immediately prepared to strike. If they had found some trace of him in the computer, he would have to get violent in order to escape. Time seemed to slow down. Rogers could practically feel his Aortic valve pumping inside his chest as the two guards stared at the screen above the desk under which he was hiding. "What... what's wrong?" the second one, the one not using the terminal, asked. "They scheduled me to work until 05.00 tomorrow, those jerks!" the first man said. The two guards began to discuss the problems with the mine's director of security, who apparantly had difficultly respecting his employee's request for their work shifts. Rogers breathed a sigh of relief and waited silently under the desk. Once the guards had left the room, Rogers emerged from his hiding spot, and silently protruded his head from the door, checking down the corridor in the small office section of the mining center. Once the coast was clear, Rogers moved from shadow to shadow, moving through the mining center, until he reached the main gates where he had entered. Silently, he left the center, and grabbed his comm badge from the place where he had stuck it. Quickly affixing it to his tunic, Rogers headed back towards the public transportation depot swiftly, not caring much about sounds, his boots made sharp noises in the tunnel while he started sprinting faster and faster. Once on the network of public transportation, Rogers headed back to the Capital City. He could still feel his heart rate