Illuminar Compile The Uncaring Stars
Dates:  Feb 8th - Feb 14th, 2021
Mission:  The Uncaring Stars, Day 3 -4 
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Mission: The Uncaring Stars
Day: 3 -4
Stardate 2445.10.16
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(Kal'Shar-Domain of the Keepers- Hall of Decisions- Admiral Skeese- 0259)
(Kal'Shar-Domain of the Keepers- Hall of Decisions- Federation Ambassador at Large- Dr. Riven Mias- 0305)
(Kal'Shar-Domain of the Keepers- Hall of Decisions- Federation Ambassador Dr. Michaella Kirien-Mias- 0310)
(Kal'Shar-Domain of the Keepers- Hall of Decisions- Admiral Skeese- 0312)
(Kal'Shar-Domain of the Keepers- Hall of Decisions- Security PO3 Hercules Devers- 0314)
(USS Iluminar- Deck 5- Sickbay ­ ISO Room 4 - SO, Ensign T¹Mur- 0852)
(USS Illuminar - Sickbay Iso Room 4 -  ACOUNS ACMO   LT JG   Ariel Trei - 08.55)
(USS Illuminar -- Sickbay -- Deck 5 - Sci. Ens Penny McTaggard - 09:07)
((USS Illuminar -- Sickbay -- Deck 5 -- CMO Lt. Quinna Solice - 0910)
(USS Illuminar -- Sickbay -- Deck 5 -- Healer of the Keeper Clan, Genesse – 0912)
(Kal/Shar  - Room of Discussion -  ACOUNS ACMO   LT JG   Ariel Trei - 10.42)
(USS Illuminar -- Deck 6 – Science Labs/CSO Office - CMO Lt. Quinna Solice - 1109)
(USS Illuminar -- Deck 6 – Science Labs/CSO Office - CSO Lieutenant (jg) Jaton Alyl - 1110)
(USS Illuminar -- Deck 6 – Science Labs/CSO Office - Ensign Celiste Winters - 1113)
((USS Illuminar -- Deck 6 – Science Labs/CSO Office - CMO Lt. Quinna Solice - 1114)
((USS Illuminar -- Deck 6 – Science Labs/CSO Office - CMO Lt. Quinna Solice - 1117)
(USS Illuminar -- Deck 6 – Science Labs/CSO Office - CSO Lieutenant (jg) Jaton Alyl - 1118)
(USS Iluminar- Deck 5- Sickbay ­ ISO  Room 4 -  SO, Ensign T¹Mur- 1132)
(USS Iluminar- Deck 5- Sickbay ­ ISO  Room 4 -  COps Lieutenant Dieter Gregory- 1135)
(USS Illuminar – Deck 10 – Pilots Lounge – Pilot Ensign (sg) Vic ‘Raid’ Montero - 1200)
USS Illuminar - Deck 5 - Sickbay – Assistant Chief of Security Ensign Keung Lee - 1230)
(USS Iluminar- Deck 5- Sickbay ­ ISO  Room 4 -  SO, Ensign T¹Mur- 1232)
(USS Iluminar- Deck 5- Sickbay ­ ISO  Room 4 – Assistant Chief of Security Ensign Keung Lee 1235)
(USS Iluminar- Deck 5- Sickbay ­ ISO  Room 4 -  SO, Ensign T¹Mur- 1236)
(Kal'Shar- District 3 Peliar-  Athid Weir - Gatherer El'Iana- 1240)
(USS Illuminar – Deck 2 – Officers Mess – COps Lieutenant Dieter Gregory - 1300)
(USS Illuminar - Deck 10 Shuttle bay storage bay 1 – COps Lieutenant Dieter Gregory - 1400)
 (USS Illuminar - Deck 14 Security office Assistant Chief of Security Ensign Keung Lee 1405)
(USS Illuminar- Engineering - SPC Cadet Pria Valar-1406)
(USS Illuminar - Deck 3, Personal Quarters– CO- Captain Sekal - 1407)
(USS Illuminar – Deck 7, Physics Lab – COps Lieutenant Dieter Gregory - 1415)
(Sharlayan Generation Ship – On the road towards the Center – Security PO3 Hercules Devers – 18:00 (0400 local))
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(Kal'Shar-Domain of the Keepers- Hall of Decisions- Admiral Skeese- 0259)

Riven had put away the first holo disk. Alpha Sorianis five still hung like a blue green jewel over the table.

"This is the reason I am here. Ambassadors routinely interact with another culture to which they are assigned but the Federation calls upon me in first contact situations because of my experience in dealing with newly found cultures which they wish to speak to. The Eridani have entrusted me with the cultural survey of your people. If they are pleased with what I find then they will send representatives of their own people to meet with you."

Skeese nodded as Mias explained why He was there and not just any other diplomat.  Either this Federation of Planets held him in high esteem or he held himself in that place.  However, clearly, he is talking to Skeese because he had already been in contact with these Eridani.  It was actually comforting to know that the same person will be involved on both sides of the conversation.  

“But will we be able to meet with the Eridani ourselves?” Skeese asked.  “”As much as we appreciate their offer, we would have similar expectations.  Will their culture clash with our own?  Are their goals as altruistic as your own?  We would need to actually meet with them."

Riven nodded. "During such a meeting they would be expected to discuss such details as where upon the planet you would be living and giving you such details as flora and fauna, what are good to eat and which species would be helpful or harmful. The whole process of preparing you to acclimate to your new home. The Eridani do not trust easily but I am well acquainted with them and know what it will take to satisfy them. I already am forming conclusions based on what I have seen and am impressed."

Skeese smiled, “And I am hoping it is a positive impression.  And although we are, in a manner, desperate, I do not like the idea of seeming desperate to our new potential hosts.  And your own culture has such advanced technology.  Would we have access to such technology on this Alpha… Sorianis five?"

"As for the future." Riven winked. "Let me tell you this. Technology can be easily misused and misapplied so I want there to be no misunderstanding between us."

Skeese nodded.  He could appreciate the reluctance to advance a culture beyond what they are capable of wrapping their minds around.  He could only imagine how early Sharlayans would have reacted to being suddenly brought on board Kal’Shar.  There would certainly be some… friction, perhaps schisms of beliefs.  

He listened as Mias discussed the failings of Atomic power, as if he weren’t already very well aware of those dangers.  It has taken a large portion of his people, and he suspected was part of the silent death that had been plaguing them and took his beloved.  The engineering clan had been looking at alternatives for when they arrived at the New World, but … well that ended when they did.  He was not familiar with the world fusion and wondered if that was the power source of the people of the Illuminar and the Federation of Planets.

“I am assuming that this would not be the same power source that your people use,” Skeese surmised.  “Would this be too much to share?"

"The reasoning is very clear Admiral and written in the pages of history within many Federation worlds. Technology improperly applied causes horrible conflicts and devastation. Military conflicts using such technology as we possess is horrifying to the extreme therefore you will be introduced to them gradually. Live in peace with the Eridani, embrace their culture, work with them to develop your new home, coexist peacefully with Federation members and work to enrich our shared culture and one day your people can look forward to being counted among our number and with a say in Federation activities."

Skeese sat up and nodded, “That all seems very reasonable Riven Mias.   Perhaps, one day, we can show our worthiness to receive such gifts of technology."

“Perhaps,” Mias said as he ate another piece of cake, "one day there will be those among your people serving on a ship like the one that brought me here. There are representatives aboard from a number of Federation worlds and allies. Betazoids, Klingons, Andorians, humans, Vulcans." He chuckled at the last one. "The Captain himself is a Vulcan, they are damnably hard to read and can seem very cold since they have suppressed their emotions but I can assure you he has only your best interests in mind. I'm frankly surprised and pleased he was able to set up a shipment of relief supplies so quickly."  

Skeese let out his own chuckle and said, “My meeting with Captain Sekal was brief, but I could already tell he was a formidable man, and perhaps not the warmest of individuals.  He is very direct.  I liked that.”

Then Mias brought up the itinerary for Kal’Shar’s arrival at their new destination.  "On course you were due to arrive at your original destination in three years, Alpha Sorianis would have been five. Those times will have been changed a bit now, I'm not sure yet by how much since I'm not a navigator. If a straight shot you may have shaved off a few months by being off course by a few degrees closer to galactic center but I have no idea what navigational hazards are in your path that will need to be avoided. Once your systems are repaired they will help to set your new course."

Skeese laced his fingers and put his mouth on them as he contemplated the time.  “Five years,” he said more to himself, not expecting a response.  In fact he might have been surprised to find that he said it outlaid.  “We have been on this voyage for so long now that a slight extension would not be so horrible.  There is still hope that me may find a home in my lifetime.  It is my dream to see my son, and his children, thrive on a world that was not made for travel.  It would be nice to smell fresh air and feel dirt in my hands and sand on my feet.  To feel the wind on my face and the sun beating on my  head.”  

He closed his eyes to “see” the images he was describing.  “If only… ,” his voice drifted off.  The silent death claimed his mate over a long and agonizing destruction of her systems.  They would not be on this new world together, but he will see her after his own final journey, but not until he made sure that he had delivered his people.  His face went from sadness to resolve.

Standing he said, “Then I have much to ponder, Riven Mias.  And I am certain that this interaction would not be sufficient for you to determine if we… fit the need of the Eridians.  I must meet with the Council.  They must also agree, and the Colonist clan is easily persuaded to make changes.  What more can I offer you and your group?  I must say that your life mate is much quieter than mine was.  Is she permitted to speak?  What would she like?  Perhaps to speak with the women of Kal’Shar?”

(reply Mias)
(posted by Al Muir)
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(Kal'Shar-Domain of the Keepers- Hall of Decisions- Federation Ambassador at Large- Dr. Riven Mias- 0305)

The Admiral had rebounded well from the devastating news and was thinking ahead, an excellent sign. “These are all very reasonable questions.  Questions I’d probably have myself.  How can we assure these Eridani that our intentions  and not threatening and based on our cultural survival?  How can we meet with them to discuss the matter?”

Riven had put away the first holo disk. Alpha Sorianis five still hung like a blue green jewel over the table.

"This is the reason I am here. Ambassadors routinely interact with another culture to which they are assigned but the Federation calls upon me in first contact situations because of my experience in dealing with newly found cultures which they wish to speak to. The Eridani have entrusted me with the cultural survey of your people. If they are pleased with what I find then they will send representatives of their own people to meet with you."

(Reply: Skeese)

Riven nodded. "During such a meeting they would be expected to discuss such details as where upon the planet you would be living and giving you such details as flora and fauna, what are good to eat and which species would be helpful or harmful. The whole process of preparing you to acclimate to your new home. The Eridani do not trust easily but I am well acquainted with them and know what it will take to satisfy them. I already am forming conclusions based on what I have seen and am impressed."

(Reply: Skeese)

"As for the future." Riven winked. "Let me tell you this. Technology can be easily misused and misapplied so I want there to be no misunderstanding between us. Atomic power is a very dirty power supply and can easily spoil the ecosystem so I would expect some refinements to be introduced to your technology that will make it safer and cleaner. Fusion power is much safer when properly maintained and understood but it will take time to introduce because of its application. As your culture grows and develops more advancements will be introduced to bring you closer to what is routinely used on Federation worlds. It will take a lot of time to do this."

(Reply: Skeese)

"The reasoning is very clear Admiral and written in the pages of history within many Federation worlds. Technology improperly applied causes horrible conflicts and devastation. Military conflicts using such technology as we possess is horrifying to the extreme therefore you will be introduced to them gradually. Live in peace with the Eridani, embrace their culture, work with them to develop your new home, coexist peacefully with Federation members and work to enrich our shared culture and one day your people can look forward to being counted among our number and with a say in Federation activities."

(Reply: Skeese)

Riven beamed as he sat back then savored another piece of cake and washed it down with a drink of water. "Perhaps one day there will be those among your people serving on a ship like the one that brought me here. There are representatives aboard from a number of Federation worlds and allies. Betazoids, Klingons, Andorians, humans, Vulcans." He chuckled at the last one. "The Captain himself is a Vulcan, they are damnably hard to read and can seem very cold since they have suppressed their emotions but I can assure you he has only your best interests in mind. I'm frankly surprised and pleased he was able to set up a shipment of relief supplies so quickly."  

(Reply: Skeese)

"So what would be your timeline for arrival approximately? On course you were due to arrive at your original destination in three years, Alpha Sorianis would have been five. Those times will have been changed a bit now, I'm not sure yet by how much since I'm not a navigator. If a straight shot you may have shaved off a few months by being off course by a few degrees closer to galactic center but I have no idea what navigational hazards are in your path that will need to be avoided. Once your systems are repaired they will help to set your new course."

(Reply: Skeese)

(Posted by Charles G)
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(Kal'Shar-Domain of the Keepers- Hall of Decisions- Federation Ambassador Dr. Michaella Kirien-Mias- 0310)

Michaella had been sitting with her Imzadi, but had stayed very quiet during the proceedings. She had been taking notes as they worked, then looked up with a soft smile when the Admiral spoke. She had remained in contact with Riven telepathically during the negotiations.  For that was indeed what they were beginning. 

"What more can I offer you and your group?  I must say that your life mate is much quieter than mine was.  Is she permitted to speak?  What would she like?  Perhaps to speak with the women of Kal’Shar?”

"Admiral," Her voice was soft and melodious. "I am sorry that I distressed you. I was taking notes while remaining in telepathic contact with my Imzadi, what you would call a lifemate.  I am a medical doctor that specialized in treating children before I retired to be with my Imzadi. It is common among our people for there to be a telepathic bond between lifemates.  Separation rarely occurs when you are always in the other's mind and thoughts. I am unsure if Riven has told you that we are both Betazoids. You can recognize us usually by the dark eyes. Almost everyone that has Betazoid blood has the dark on dark eyes." 

Michaella looked down to her notes, "The biggest current need is a proper census of your people.  One of our cadets, what you would term an apprentice, is working on a ration bar that will help with the nutritional deficit that your colonists have been laboring under. It tastes all right, inoffensive is the kindest word but bland might be better.  A steady diet of the bars is said will drive a person mad. But it is the emergency food stuff of the Federation,  tailored to each race.  We hope to send over a week's worth rather quickly." She smiled again and looked down at her notes. "I would enjoy meeting with your medical caste and discussing what the unique needs of your people, beyond the basics of food." Michaella got an impish smile for a moment. 

"Admiral, has anyone asked if you would like to tour the Illuminar? It might give you a better perspective of the Federation than just the few of us that have been able to come over."  Michaella glanced towards Riven and the security team to make sure that this would be permissible, but it was a general practice for new races or ambassadors to get such a tour.  "We have a chef aboard that is highly praised from one of the founding planets.  And it would bring me extreme pleasure to introduce you to every Betazoid's favorite food - chocolate."  What Michaella was not saying but she had quickly sent to her beloved was that the Admiral had a treatable heart condition and she could not repair it here.

(reply the Admiral, Riven, the security detail)
(posted by Mel)
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(Kal'Shar-Domain of the Keepers- Hall of Decisions- Admiral Skeese- 0312)

Skeese’s eyes brightened at the sound of the woman’s voice.  It was almost like listening to music.  Once she started talking it was like a dam bursting.  She had a great deal to say.  He wanted to reassure her that he wasn’t distressed but he could not find a way to get that in as she just kept plowing forward. She explained who she was and what she was.  He was not particularly knowledgeable about the words like telepath but knew what a bond was.  The connection between this Riven Mias and his … “imzadi” was strong.  So strong they could communicate without words.  Was really that different between himself and his mate.  She always knew how he felt and his mind.  

One thing he did agree with and know was that Riven Mias’ life mate, Michaella, had very dark eyes.  They were unlike the eyes of his own people, which were bright green and full of light.  Then he looked into the eyes of Riven Mias and notice that he too had the same dark, penetrating eyes.   

"The biggest current need is a proper census of your people,” Michaella said, looking down at notes that Skeese had not noticed she was taking.  "One of our cadets, what you would term an apprentice, is working on a ration bar that will help with the nutritional deficit that your colonists have been laboring under. It tastes all right, inoffensive is the kindest word but bland might be better.  A steady diet of the bars is said will drive a person mad.”

Skeeese smiled at the description of the food she called rations.  He had eaten far worse in his time, he was sure, but not on a steady diet.  However, any deviation from the current food rationing that they had been enduring recently would be a welcome change.  And the fact that they could make the food like their own was amazing.  Maybe even a little better.  

"I would enjoy meeting with your medical caste and discussing what the unique needs of your people,”Michaella said, "beyond the basics of food.”

Suddenly she changed tact, "Admiral, has anyone asked if you would like to tour the Illuminar? It might give you a better perspective of the Federation than just the few of us that have been able to come over.”  

Skeese noted that she turned to look at Riven Mias, appearing to look for permission.  It appeared that he had given her silent agreement as she continued.

"We have a chef aboard that is highly praised from one of the founding planets.  And it would bring me extreme pleasure to introduce you to every Betazoid's favorite food - chocolate.”  

The Admiral smiled at the offer of different food, and the anticipation of this… “chocolate”… Was enticing.  “No, that offer had not been made, although, as I understand it,” he looked at his son, “our Healer, Genesse, is already on board and treating your people from before.  I would like to speak with her and get her opinion also.  It would have to wait until after we held Counsel.  I will still need to get consensus from them before we move forward with any of the changes.  However, knowing your people better would certain weigh heavily in any decision we arrive at.”

He had not taken notes but his memory still functioned adequately to remember all that Michaella had said.  “Since Genesse is already on your ship perhaps that would be your best option for speaking with the Healer caste.  Our Healers are not as numerous as they once were.  We have lost many with the engineering  clan, and then more to the slow, silent death.  As for our census, we have an accurate account of all of our people.  Rhyssa will have those numbers available to you soon.  We keep a very accurate count of our population.  Originally it was for population control.  Now it is to keep track of the lost.  However, there is no unauthorized procreation on this ship,” he said quite proudly.  

"I am arranging a counsel meeting in  three turns of time,” Skeese announced.  “After that I would gladly accompany you to your Illuminar.”

(reply Michaella)
(posted by Al Muir)
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(Kal'Shar-Domain of the Keepers- Hall of Decisions- Security PO3 Hercules Devers- 0315)
 
Devers had remained close to the wall, ready to act as needed.  The Sharlayan’s seemed a decent people so far.  He had not senses any danger, but one never knew when diplomats were involved, or even if the Sharlayan recognized some form of diplomatic immunity, that the diplomats from other races, other people were inviolate. 
 
He casually listened into the conversation, and the back and forth between the Ambassador and the Sharlayan Admiral.  When Ambassador Doctor Mias spoke she mentioned meeting the Sharlayan’s medical people.  Sounded like another detail to him, perhaps the Chief would find him some other work, as listening to medical people talk was like watching paint dry.
 
His ears perked up as she offered the Admiral a tour of the USS Illuminar.  Oh boy, he thought, that is ripe for a General Order 1 violation.  However, the Captain had allowed one of the Sharlayan’s medical people to transport over with the Doctor to discuss radiation poisoning treatments.
 
He glanced over at Hammon before speaking, “Admiral, Ma’am.  The Captain has already allowed one of the Sharlayan’s doctors to beam over to share information about radiation sickness.  We would just need to contact the Captain and the Chief, so that all official protocols were in place and observed to welcome an honored guest.” 
 
Devers sure hoped that was the right thing to say, but as his great great grandfathers uncle once said “Un leader est un revendeur d'espoir,” and surely the Sharlayan’s needed some hope.
 
(Reply Kirien-Mias, Ambassador)
(Posted by Tim)
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(USS Iluminar- Deck 5- Sickbay ­ ISO  Room 4 -  SO, Ensign T¹Mur- 0852)

Before Trei could respond Dr. Solice came into the room, apparently in a hurry.

“I am sorry to interrupt,” she said.  "I just wanted to check some readouts."

T’Muir stepped back to the boiled and sat down as the doctor pulled out her medical tricorder and scanned her. There was no small talk, no medical assurances. It was almost Vulcan. When she was done
 she stepped back.

“Your system seems to be purging the radiation well,” Solice said.  "You should be back on your feet in a day or two." 

“Indeed,”T’Mur said, noting that the readings she saw was that her medical ministrations had eradicated the trace radiation completely. T’Mur was getting irritated by people not telling her the truth. She did not have the patience to try and pry it out of her right now.

Irritation. Close eyes. Breath in. Put it in a box. Breath out. “Is there anything else doctor?” She was trying to give the doctor an opportunity to tell her what she already knew.

Solice stepped away and started to turn, “I am sorry I have to run.  And again I apologize for interrupting.”

~Where are you off to in such a hurry doctor. You can’t stand to be near me either. I am not clean.~

There was so much that T’mur still needed to deal with. Unless the counselor had a plan to heal me then T’Mur had no need for her Betazoid techniques. She turned to the counselor.

“I apologize counselor but Ido not believe your “techniques”will be very helpful in helping me control my emotions,” T’Mur stated coldly. A I already have that covered. If you have a way of healing
 the damaged part of my brain then I will listen to you. Otherwise, I have no use for what you bring.”

With that she lay back and closed her eyes, waiting for the counselor to leave.

(reply Trei)
(posted by Al Muir)
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(USS Illuminar - Sickbay Iso Room 4 -  ACOUNS ACMO   LT JG   Ariel Trei - 08.55)

T'Mur asked what she had in mind.  It will not be any telepathic scan or anything like that because she was not experienced enough to do that.  She will try an empathic connection to get to the problem.  "Let's try a series of emotion triggers to find your problem."

She sent out a empathic scan to pick up what her problem is.

(Reply T'Mur)
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(USS Illuminar -- Sickbay -- Deck 5 - Sci. Ens Penny McTaggard - 09:07)

Penny lay on the bio bed moist eyed. Her flaming red hair splayed out over the pillow. In her head she could hear her Grandmother.

~ Och ya nay listen to ya old Gran. Wot does she know a take a fancy? I told ye the path of doom would behold ye. To the Kirk yard but ya nay listen to yer old wizened grandmother oh nay you dinna. Now listen to the air.....do yer hear the pipes on wind....he cometh the phantom piper!! He cometh~ Penny started to sniff in misery.

Don’t get up.  You are not well at this point.”  Quinna said as she gently put a hand on Taggard’s shoulder.  

“ I don’t feel well.....sniff......I want to go home.....sniff....” she said

“You are not going anywhere soon,”  Quinna said.  “How is the head?”

~ Here comes ye phantom piper to take ye to the other world. Is yer account good and true? For if not the other will drag ye to the pits of fire!!!! To burn for eternity in the molten lava pit of shame!! ~ The voice in her head said

“ He’s coming for me.....” Penny said allowed

( Reply , Quinna )

“ Sniff........the........phantom piper!!!!.........sniff...keep him away!!!” Penny started to shake violently.

( Reply , Quinna )

She raised herself a little then shook even more. Before flopping down unconscious.

( Reply , Quinna )

( Posted by Norman 🐨)
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(Kal/Shar  - Room of Discussion -  ACOUNS ACMO   LT JG   Ariel Trei - 10.42)

Geehoff suggested that he lead her through Kal/Shar to help his people.  That is what she had in mind but it would be better if they did it here in the room of discussion as to control the situation.  She told Geehoff her plan to handle the situation.

"Yes that is what I had in mind but it would be better to handle the situation from here in the Room of Discussion.  I can take individual issues this way and move on from person to person.  Go out and find people in need of counseling."

(Reply Geehoff)
(Posted by Edward)
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((USS Illuminar -- Sickbay -- Deck 5 -- CMO Lt. Quinna Solice - 0910)

“ He’s coming for me.....” Penny said allowed.
 
Quinna was trying to relax Penny with some minor sedation.  She seemed to be fighting it off.
 
“Who’s coming?”  Quinna indulges.
 
“ Sniff........the........phantom piper!!!!.........sniff...keep him away!!!” Penny started to shake violently.
 
Quinna moved her arms to help control the shaking.  
 
“I won’t let him get to you.  Do you know where he is at right now?”  Quinna was sure that Penny was definitely.  Though Quinna knew that playing along would be best.
 
Quinna’s question went unanswered as Penny became unconscious.
 
Quinna placed her hands on Penny’s face.  She was covered in a cold sweat.  She wondered what else was going on with Penny.  Quinna wished Ariel was there to help give insight into Penny’s emotional state besides distress.
 
(Reply McTaggard, Any)
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(USS Illuminar -- Sickbay -- Deck 5 --
Healer of the Keeper Clan, Genesse – 0912)

Genesse had been allowed to stay on board the Illuminar for the evening. They had awarded her a
 room that was spectacularly lavish and equally spectacularly spartan. Little in the room held any esthetic value, but it had items that were amazing and provided her anything that she could want. She had been shown how to and was able to get food from a device
 called a replicator. It did not have Sharlayan food but she had been assured that it could be programed to do so. She was able to sample foods from several other worlds though and found them fascinating, delightful to the tongue, but ultimately too rich for
 her system, and found herself to be violently ill through the course of the night.  

This morning she showed
 a little more restraint had a blander diet replicated that was similar to Sharlayan food, and she was able to tolerate better. She found herself drawn to the item called scrambled eggs. They were
taste and had high nutritional value. Her clothes had been cleaned through the night, or had they been taken and replicated? These clothes felt… fresh and almost new.

The Healer did not fee comfortable enough to wander through the vast openness of the ship and found herself headed back into sickbay to check on young T’Mur. She heard the girl with rolling accent complaining
 of pain and visions. It caught her ears and her attention and she moved to where a biobed was being hovered over by Quinna. The doctor had been insistent that she were on a “first name basis.” Not wanting to offend her colleague and new friend she acquiesced.

She heard the girl on bed mention the “Phantom Piper,”what ever that was. Quinna was trying to get more information from the girl but she had already lost consciousness. She definitely looked vexed by
 the situation. Genesse picked up medical tricorder and scanned the girl. There were no signs of radiation in the girl so it was not a result of her exposure on Kal’Shar. She had elevated levels of adrenaline, as well as something called cortisol and norepinephrine.
 She also had elevated brain activity in what device called the prefrontal cortex as well as the amygdala. She had different names for those parts of the brain but understood their functions as they had similar structures in Sharlayan brains.

Gently she playeda hand on the doctor’s shoulder, “Quinna, would you mind if I tried something?”

(reply Solice)

Genesse stepped up to the table and closed her eyes.As she did with T’Mur the night before she breathed slowly
 and began to manipulate the energy in her own body, drawing it in to her center. She placed a hand on the girl’s head, and one on her chest and began to sense the energy flow in her body. Before long their two energies combined and Genesse was able to manipulate
 the energy in McTaggard as if it were her own. Redirecting the girl’s energy from her head she was able to reduce the activity in those affected areas of her brain.

She opened her eyes and looked at the readouts on the
boiled to see her heart rate lesson a blood pressure normalize. She took the time to withdraw her own energy into herself, leaving just a little to the cells of her patient.
 You always left a little of yourself with the technique. Finally Genesse withdrew her had from the girl’s chest and then the one from her head and stepped back.

She staggered a little but caught herself as she turned to Quinna, who looked at her with questioning eyes.

(reply Solice)

“My people have ways to connect with one another,” she said, “and I mean
 the Healer clan. It is a hard skill to master and it does not cure disease, as we found out with both the rendition and the silent death, but it does help for the recipient to endure.” She looked over at McTaggard and nodded to her. “She will wake when she
 wants. She is escaping something that causes this, much like young Miss T’Mur. But she should be able to maintain herself, and she should have no pain.”

(reply Solice, McTaggard if you want)

“I did come in to check on Miss T’Mur and see how she is recovering,” Genesse said.  “May I see her records and talk with her?”

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(USS Illuminar -- Deck 6 – Science Labs/CSO Office - CMO Lt. Quinna Solice - 1109)
 
Quinna stood with her radiation suit on but still open.  She was ready to join the repair crew to monitor their health.  Here she was at her next delay from going.  She rang the chime to the CSO’s office.
 
“So what is going on?”  Quinna asked casually as she entered with the permission.
 
(Reply Alyl)
 
“Ensign Mc Taggard, is confined to sickbay.  She is not going to be released for a few days.”  
 
(Reply Alyl)
 
“So as you were saying…  What is going on?”  Quinna asked, curious on what the sciences have found.
 
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(USS Illuminar -- Deck 6 – Science Labs/CSO Office - CSO Lieutenant (jg) Jaton Alyl - 1110)

Jaton had just settled into his office and was preparing his notes before the doctor and MacTaggard arrived. It was then that the door chimed.

"Come in," Jaton said without looking up.

“So what is going on?”  Solice asked casually as she entered with the permission.

It was then that Jaton looked up and saw the doctor was still in a radiation suit. "I hope I'm not pulling you away from anything important. Where's Ensign MacTaggard?"

“Ensign Mc Taggard, is confined to sickbay.  She is not going to be released for a few days.”  

"Ah, I'm sorry. I wouldn't have called her if I'd known."

“So as you were saying…  What is going on?”  Quinna asked, curious on what the sciences have found.

"Science has been tasked with finding some crops that we can give to the Sharlayans. We can take care of the agricultural compatibility and making sure they don't wipe out what they already have. But we need to do is also make sure that whatever we give them are biologically compatible with the Sharlayans as well. We were starting with quadrotriticale and a couple species of brassica, but I would like your opinion as well."

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(USS Illuminar -- Deck 6 – Science Labs/CSO Office - Ensign Celiste Winters - 1113)

Celiste smiled to herself as she finished pruning one of the numerous panels of roses that dotted the ship. She had gently closed the casing and then removed the soft cloth she carried in her lab coat pocket, carefully rubbing out the leftover prints from doing so. Right about then her comm badge had chirped and she had been ordered by the FO to assist Lt. Alyl with his project.

She arrived with a smile, knocking on the wall of the open door. "Sir? Cmdr. Verin sent me. I am Ensign Celiste Winters, and I am a botanist with a specialty in xenobotany. "

Celiste knew of the chief medical officer,  but had never formally met her.

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(USS Illuminar -- Deck 6 – Science Labs/CSO Office - CMO Lt. Quinna Solice - 1113)

"Science has been tasked with finding some crops that we can give to the Sharlayans. We can take care of the agricultural compatibility and making sure they don't wipe out what they already have. But we need to do is also make sure that whatever we give them are biologically compatible with the Sharlayans as well. We were starting with quadrotriticale and a couple species of brassica, but I would like your opinion as well."

“Sounds like a start.  I can give you the physiologic profile of a Sharlayan.  I can also send back some soil samples if you need me to.  Unfortunately, I do not have much of a background in nutritional botany.  You see, I can keep a human alive but I have killed all plants I have touched and most of them were made of silk.”  Quinna knew that was not much to go on.

(Reply Alyl)

“If I could use your terminal, I can send you the physiology profile I have,”  Quinna said.

(Reply Alyl)

“I am about to beam over to monitor the repair team.  I should be able to get a couple more profiles.”

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((USS Illuminar -- Deck 6 – Science Labs/CSO Office - CMO Lt. Quinna Solice - 1117)

Quinna was getting files ready for transfer when a new face entered the room.  
 
"Sir? Cmdr. Verin sent me. I am Ensign Celiste Winters, and I am a botanist with a specialty in xenobotany. "
 
Quinna turned with a huge smile on her face, “Meet you, I am Dr. Solice, well, Quinna.  I am the chief medical officer.”  Quinna turned to Alyl, Looks like you found the girl to help you out.”
 
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(USS Illuminar -- Deck 6 – Science Labs/CSO Office - CSO Lieutenant (jg) Jaton Alyl - 1118)

"Sir? Cmdr. Verin sent me. I am Ensign Celiste Winters, and I am a botanist with a specialty in xenobotany. "

Jaton looked up to see the new arrival, and smiled.

Quinna turned with a huge smile on her face, “Meet you, I am Dr. Solice, well, Quinna.  I am the chief medical officer.”  Quinna turned to Alyl, Looks like you found the girl to help you out.”

"Indeed, Winters," Jaton said, coming around the desk to shake the ensign's hand. "Your timing is indeed fortuitous. We were just discussing the plans for transferring some Federation staple crops to the Sharlayans in order to help them along. We were looking at quadrotriticale and some of the brassica species. I'd appreciate your input."

(reply Winters)

Jaton then turned to Solice. "Sounds good to me. I just want to make sure you approve too, doctor. You know more about Sharlayan anatomy than any of us. We don't want to send them anything that could be poisonous to them or possibly addictive."

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(USS Iluminar- Deck 5- Sickbay ­ ISO  Room 4 -  SO, Ensign T¹Mur- 1132)

Finally everyone had left T’Mur alone to her thoughts and to her meditation.  However it did not take long for her to grow weary of the exercises.  She needed something else to occupy her time.  The Sharlayan language kept running around in her brain.  She managed to obtain a PADD and accessed her own data through a minor break in data restriction protocols and began to play around with the images that she had taken.  Then she had to convince a nurse to let her have a some paper and pen so she could start making notes.  A knock at the doorway startled her from her concentration.

“Ensign T’Mur,” it was Lieutenant Gregory, "do you mind some company?”  
 
T’Mur did not get up from her position on the floor.  She nodded to the Operations Chief.  “Certainly, Lieutenant Gregory.  Excuse me if I don’t get up."
 
“I had thought everyone was released.  I am sorry you are still here,” he said as he pulled up a chair.  “Are you up to doing some work?  I asked the Chief if I could borrow you for a bit.  Your language skills are going to be critical to what we’re doing.”
 
T.Mur nodded and took a breath, “ I am not certain, but it is quite possible I am the remaining patient.  Apparently the radiation had an unusual affect on me.  I am, as you put it, up to working.  In fact I already am.”  She waved her hand at the notes she had spread around her on the floor.  I’m hoping to decipher this writing to help the repair teams.  They should be starting soon."
 
“Yea, spent all night getting things organized.  We have some crew over there now starting to explore the hot zone.  So I really could use your expertise.”
 
“Expertise may not be the word I would use,” T’Mur admitted, “but I will do what I can.  If you look here you can see these markings that we deduced meant power.  I have seen it in similar but not the same forms in other scans.  I also noticed that it is different in the newer writings, which indicates that their language may have evolved.”

(reply Gregory)

“As soon as I can create some kind of a primmer then I will be able to decode the rest of the text.  It all depends on that one item,”  T’Mur stated.

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(USS Iluminar- Deck 5- Sickbay ­ ISO  Room 4 -  COps Lieutenant Dieter Gregory- 1135)
 
Gregory took the notes that T’Mur had made about the Sharlayan language and glanced through them.  It was a solid start and the engineering teams were instructed to capture all language signs they could, along with the context, as best as possible before the repairs were fully underway.  He made a mental note to give T’Mur access to the files as soon as possible.
 
“Expertise may not be the word I would use,” T’Mur admitted, “but I will do what I can.  If you look here you can see these markings that we deduced meant power.  I have seen it in similar but not the same forms in other scans.  I also noticed that it is different in the newer writings, which indicates that their language may have evolved,” the Ensign said.
 
“Ms. T’Mur, you are the closest to an expert we have, and you’ve already providing invaluable information for me and the teams.  The exploratory groups are instructed to capture all the images they can, especially of the Sharlayan writing, along with the area it was discovered in, hopefully to provide context.  I am concerned about your statement about the language evolving.  It would be mad to misinterpret some of the more dangerous signs in the reactor room.  However, I trust the Engineers to observe before pulling plugs.”
 
“As soon as I can create some kind of a primmer then I will be able to decode the rest of the text.  It all depends on that one item,”  T’Mur stated.
 
“And what is that Ms. T’Mur, there are no limits on the needs for this project and if it’s on the ship or can be replicated, it’s yours,” Gregory promised.
 
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(USS Illuminar – Deck 10 – Pilots Lounge – Pilot Ensign (sg) Vic ‘Raid’ Montero - 1200)
 
Vic had finished getting into the radiation suit and was waiting for Bebe to finish.
 
“Come-on Gunsmoke, we’re burning daylight.”
 
A few minutes later, Bebe emerged.  “These damned suits, Raid, are not the most female friendly.”
 
Vic smiled, “I’m thinking that ain’t true.”
 
Bebe hit him on the arm, “OK, what’s next?” 
 
A voice spoke up, “That would be my briefing.” 
 
The two turned to see a female Bajoran wearing blue and carrying a hypospray.  “I am Nurse Miju Tusimu, and I’m attached to monitor the shuttle pilots.  As per the doctors orders, you have a maximum exposure time of 2 hours before you have to take a break, go through decontamination and check in with medical, that means me.  Don’t worry, I’ll find you.” 
 
“Let me check your suits,” she said as she checked over each of the pilots suits.  “Your suits have been preprogramed to give you a prophylactic dose of Hydronalin based on the dosimeter readings of your suit.  I will be starting you off with a booster dose,” she said holding up the hypospray.
 
After applying it to each of the pilots, “Good luck and good hunting,” she said.  “And remember, 2 hours.  I’ll be watching.”
 
Vic and Bebe chucked as the nurse left.  “Let’s hit the sky Gunsmoke,” Raid said as they walked into the shuttle bay proper.  The shuttle Johnson was waiting for them.  One of the shuttle captains came over to them, “She’s good to go Raid.”  He said, before throwing the pilots a salute. “Bring her home safely.”
 
Raid returned the salute and entered the shuttle.  Bebe took the copilots seat.  “Begin preflight check,”  Vic said as the two began their final preflight checks like a well-oiled machine.
 
After about 5 minutes, the two had finished their final checks.  “Time for some thrilling heroics,” Raid said as he put his helmet on and checked the seal.
 
“Radio check.  Johnson to Shuttle Control, how do you read me?”
 
“We read you five by five,” replied Ensign Rager.  “Happy hunting Raid.”
 
Helmets sealed, the two looked at each other, Gunsmoke smiled, “Punch it, Chewie” she said with a smile.
 
Vic started the shuttle, and quickly maneuvered out of the shuttle bay.  “Freedom,” he said as they made their way from the Illuminar to the Sharlayan vessel. 
 
Bebe adjusted some controls, “Take us nice and slow around the vessel so I can capture some data for the Operations team.”
 
“With pleasure,” Vic replied. 
 
15 minutes later, the shaft opening was visible.  The landing spot has been marked out in precise detail.   Leave it to the engineers.
 
“Looks like we’re landing on a dime,” he said.  “This is the Shuttle Johnson, we are coming in for landing.”
 
“Copy that Johnson.  Begin you landing sequence,” came a voice.
 
Vic used the RCS thrusters to position the shuttle and with the gentlest of touches, landed exactly where the Engineers had marked.
 
“Johnson has landed,” he said.
 
“Copy that, good landing.  Securing the shuttle now.”
 
Vic looked out the window and watched as a team of engineers scurried around to secure the shuttle to the surface of the asteroid.  They would be using the power plant of the shuttle while they repaired the atomic pile on the Sharlayan ship.
 
Vic turned to Bebe, “You know it’s fitting that we are using the Johnson for this mission,” he said.
 
“Why?”  Bebe asked.
 
“She’s named after the American mathematician Katherine Johnson.  She was the woman who manually calculated the Astronauts trajectories.  The story goes the space organization, NASA, had used a computer of the day to make the calculations, but one of the astronauts, a Colonel John Glenn asked if she had run the calculations.  He reportedly said ‘If she says they’re good, then I’m ready to go.” 
 
Vic paused a moment.  “She was instrumental in getting the earliest astronauts home safely, and now her namesake will be doing for an alien species.”
 
“That’s a nice story Raid.  Lets let the engineers do their think with Ms. Johnson while we get back for our next mission.”
 
“Copy that,” Vic said. 
 
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USS Illuminar - Deck 5 - Sickbay – Assistant Chief of Security Ensign Keung Lee - 1230)
 Keung was preoccupied on working on the plans for the food distribution programme when he heard overheard a couple of the Security Officers stationed at the Security Monitoring Centre.  “Such a pity about T’Mur’ said one.  “Why was she admitted to sick bay.” Said the other.  “She suffering from symptoms of Pa’Na.  She has problems controlling her emotions”
 
Looking startled, Keung had heard some gossip that T’Mur that she had problems.  Leaving the plans aside, he called up T’Mur personnel records.  Medical records that she has indeed Pa’Nar syndrome which causes neurological damage that affects her ability to control her emotions and she was on a plan.  Apparently she encountered radiation problems when she was down on the asteroid.  Currently she was in sickbay.  Better go see how she is.
 
He arrived in Sickbay.  Seeked out a nurse and asked where T’Mur was.  “She’s in a isolation ward.” Pointed out the nurse.  “You can go in, Sir.  She’s quite settled.”
 
Keung could see through the glass door that the Vulcan was sitting upright on her bed reading her PADD.  He pulled open the door and step into the room.
 
“Well, T’Mur” greeted Lee, with a smile “I see you do anything to get out of duty patrol duties”  He wondered how a bit of Earth humour go down on her
 
(reply T’Mur)
 
“Nothing like a bit of Earth humour!.” Said Lee looking serious  “I’ve come to see how you are?”
 
(reply T’Mur)
 
“What being done to help you to recover?” asked Lee
 
(reply T’Mur)
 
“You take your time.  I will check with your shift leader about arranging lighter duties for you until you get back to full strength”
 
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(USS Iluminar- Deck 5- Sickbay ­ ISO  Room 4 -  SO, Ensign T¹Mur- 1232)

T’Mur had organized her work from the morning and gathered it together.  She had been contemplating adhering the papers to the wall of the isolation room.  Then she sat on the boiled and went through the new notes that she had made on the PADD.  She had been engrossed in her work when a voice from the doorway jarred her.
 
"Well, T’Mur,” said Ensign Lee, “I see you do anything to get out of duty patrol duties.”  

T’Muir looked up and nodded towards the interim Security Chief.  “I am certain that I would not phrase it quite that way.  I could find a preferable way to avoid the tedium of patrol duties than a chemical imbalance in my brain.”  She paused, aware that Lee was attempting to use humor to break the awkwardness of her current situation ands visit.  So she decided she would accommodate him with a retort.   “Perhaps a level 5 phaser blast to the thoracic region might have been sufficient."
 
"Nothing like a bit of Earth humor," said Lee looking serious  “I’ve come to see how you are?”
 
She sat up tall and stretched her shoulders that had been hunched over in her research.  “I would say that physically I am recovered from the effects of the radiation on my body.  However I can sense the need to maintain a focus to keep myself in control.  But, so far, I am well able to maintain my composure."
 
“What's being done to help you to recover?” asked Lee
 
T’Mur shook her head, “At this point I am unaware of any course of treatment prescribed, or even being tried.  I am getting the impression that the doctor is, I believe the human expression is, at a loss, for what she can do, since we are actually talking about brain damage."
 
“You take your time,” Lee said.  "I will check with your shift leader about arranging lighter duties for you until you get back to full strength.”
 
“It is not my strength that I am worried about,“ T’Mur assured him.  “I am physically capable of my full duties.  However, I serious doubt I should be subjected to the radiation on the Sharlayan ship again soon.  However, I am uncertain as to when I will be cleared for duty again.”

She could sense that Lee was ready to take his leave, perhaps concerned that he was over taxing her.  He was not.  However she did not want him to feel uncomfortable at this point.  “I do appreciate you coming to see me Ensign… Chief.”

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(USS Iluminar- Deck 5- Sickbay ­ ISO  Room 4 – Assistant Chief of Security Ensign Keung Lee 1235)
 
“It is not my strength that I am worried about, I am physically capable of my full duties.  However, I serious doubt I should be subjected to the radiation on the Sharlayan ship again soon.  However, I am uncertain as to when I will be cleared for duty again.”
 
T’Mur appears to Keung Lee that she was coping with her condition and certainly occupied with whatever she is doing with her PADD.  From what he knew about Vulcans, they not a species that would procrastinate in anything.  They don’t bother with trivial stuff and moaning.  They get on with the bigger picture. 
 
 “I do appreciate you coming to see me Ensign… Chief.” Said T’Mur
 
“It’s my pleasure and its good to see you recovering.  You got that positivity outlook.  Judging by what you doing” said Lee indicating her PADD “You seem to be getting on with things.  I leave you in peace and look forward to see you back on your feet.   I see you later T’Mur”
 
With a wave and a wink, Lee left the room to get on with sorting out the logistics for the food distribution plan
 
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(USS Iluminar- Deck 5- Sickbay ­ ISO  Room 4 -  SO, Ensign T¹Mur- 1236)

“And what is that Ms. T’Mur?” Gregory asked.  “There are no limits on the needs for this project and if it’s on the ship or can be replicated, it’s yours.”

T’Mur found an appreciation in the Operations Chief’s enthusiasm, but all she needed was time.

“All languages are based on a pattern of some kind,” she replied.  “Some languages the pattern is less obvious or even hidden.  The trick, as humans would put it, is to find that pattern.  I do believe that I am close.  All I really need is time.  I believe that I have determined their basic numbering system.  After that their alphabet should follow a similar pattern.  It is the one consistent item in al forms of their language.”

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(Kal'Shar- District 3 Peliar-  Athid Weir - Gatherer El'Iana- 1240)

The men had worked late last night and risen early to finish cutting the grain field. El'lana had spent the day cutting the ripe heads from the stalks so full baskets could be carried to the place of winnowing. The process was ancient and extended back to the dawn of time though it had been necessary to change it aboard the ship. In ancient days such was done on hilltops where there was wind so that the chaff would be blown from the grain once it was removed from the head. On Kal'Shar there were hilltops but the environmental system provided little wind. Instead the grain was sifted through metal mesh. The mesh was sized so that it allowed the grain to pass through but not easily. This rubbed the chaff loose from the grain and it was fine enough so that the slight breeze blew it away as the grain fell the few feet into a waiting basket. Still not all the chaff blew away and some fell with the grain so it had to be sifted multiple times. This was a long and arduous process but one she was well familiar with. She had been among the gatherers for five years now having been admitted when she was twelve cycles old. Before that she had helped her parents as a child. Her father and mother both lived and were gatherers. He had been one of those who had gone to help at the Senid weir in its harvest. Her mother was also cutting heads of grain and carrying the baskets.

The bread and vegetable stew had been like a feast for the young Sharlayan after a year of short rations and those of the Athid weir had needed the strength it gave for the harvest. Other gatherers were picking beans which were a necessary source of protein since there were no animals left among the Athid. There had been fresh bread and vegetables morning, noon and evening since the harvest had begun. It was a good time, a hopeful time for those who were joined to it. She was tired and sore but happy, the food was good and filling and the work was joyous. She knew they had once used carts to haul many baskets at one time but without beasts of burden to pull them such things were no longer used. 

She was returning from the field to refill her basket when she heard a sound coming from the direction of the road. She had heard nothing like it in her lifetime and stopped to listen. It was the strangest thing and unidentifiable. There was a lot of work still to do and she struggled within herself whether to stop and listen or continue on her way. Finally decided she waited for several minutes until the source of the noise came into sight. When it did she almost dropped her basket. Two carts were coming down the road pulled by large animals!

The four wheels of the carts were making a continuous sound as they rolled and the kine pulling them were making dull thuds with their hooved feet. A third animal was tied by a rope to the second cart. Men were leading the draft animals as they talked and laughed. One of the men was her father!

She shrieked and ran toward them waving the basket gleefully. They heard her shrieks and looked toward her. Ke'rel handed the rope for the lead animal to another and met her with arms outstretched, scooping her up into a hug as the others cheered.

"My little El'lana."

"Father what are these?"

"They are called cows." He laughed. "The one following is a young bull. The cows will give us milk."

"How did you get them?" She was bouncing on her toes in glee as she watched the carts pass.

He laughed again. "Follow me into the weir."

"But I have work to do!"

"Everyone will be gathering there when they find out. Are you thirsty?"

"Yes."

He led her to a cart and pulled out a jug of water. "Drink."

She followed them as she drank then handed him back the jug and he drank deeply before replacing it.

"Now tell me."

"Patience little one. You will find out soon. If I have to repeat it to everyone we see I will be talking all day."

She laughed. Her father had never been one to talk overmuch.

She looked into the carts as they walked, there were bags of seed and baskets of vegetables. There were also many blocks of a whitish substance. The carts were not overflowing but they were full.

It was nearly twenty minutes walk before they entered the weir, the cows had begun lowing at the presence of so many people though they didn't stop until the men pulled them to a halt. The crowd had been growing as those from the fields had been called in by runners. Questions were flying thick and fast until her head was spinning.

Ke'rel met Lo'san who was head of the weir and their conversation was being drowned out by the uproar. Lo'san finally raised his voice. "All quieten down! Let Ke'rel speak!"

When the hubbub had quieted he raised his voice. "Athid weir hear me. The Senid weir was not struck down by famine as we had supposed but by sickness. Their supply of food including their herd was enough to last them. Many came to help with the harvest and they could afford to be generous. The work was done quickly and while they kept much they also paid with much. They had carts and beasts to pull them in plenty so all took their share in the same manner."

He gestured toward the carts and animals. "I used part of our share for two cows and one young bull so that we may one day have a herd of our own. We will breed them later with those of other weirs so that all will remain strong. The Senid weir sent cheese as well and showed us how to make butter from the cows milk. 

There were shouts from some of the onlookers.

"Yes we will eventually have meat as well but not for some time. First we must grow a herd and for that they will need sufficient land to pasture on. They can eat from the land between growing cycles and we will need to store the stalks for them to feed on. We will also need to stake out land for them to forage on during the growing season. This weir once had a herd so we have ample land, we just need to make wise use of it."

Lo'san then spoke up. "Help these men unload the carts into the store houses so that the animals can be allowed to drink and graze. They have traveled many miles and need rest and food."

The entire weir sprang into action and soon the work was done, the cattle were led to water and food and the gatherers returned to their chores.  El'lana hoisted her basket and returned to work smiling because she hoped that next harvest it would be the animals doing the heaviest of the work. And she was hoping to try some of the cheese the Senid weir had sent.

Athid weir despite its hard times had been one of the luckier ones. Many had fallen on far harder and she was glad that things were looking up.

She had no idea just how good things could get but would be finding out soon.

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(USS Illuminar – Deck 2 – Officers Mess – COps Lieutenant Dieter Gregory - 1300)
 
Gregory had been running around since 0600 getting things in place and had been surviving on too much tea.  The Alpha engineering team had discovered 6 bodies of the Sharlayan engineers who had died stopping the runaway nuclear reaction.  A recovery mission was put together and they would soon be bringing the caskets over.  Yet another aspect to this mission planning. 
 
With his stomach in rebellion, he headed over to the Officers mess to grab some food and review progress.
 
Bringing his usual ploughman’s lunch to a table, he sat down and pulled up status reports on his PADD.  Alpha team had done their initial survey and the data was uploaded for review.  Beta team should be reviewing possible ways to interface with the power system while Gamma was preparing the power conduit that would be used to bring power from the shuttle to the reactor room.
 
That meant they needed to solve the power interface issue and make sure that they did not provide too much power that could overload the system.  Ensign Matrix had completed his survey and that data was uploaded as well.
 
Gregory tapped his Comm badge, “Lieutenant Alyl, I’m going to be gathering some of the engineering staff in the physics lab at 1400 so we can start plotting the next steps to interface Federation tech with the Sharlayan power grid and not blow anything up.  If you or any of your team might have insight, we could use the extra eyes.”
 
(Reply Alyl, IYW)
 
“Thanks Jayton.  I appreciate you and your department’s assistance.”
 
Next Gregory tapped his Comm badge, “Ensigns Matrix, Alantar and Transitor. Please report to the physics lab, deck 7 at 1400s.  We need to figure out how to fit a round hole in a square peg.”
 
Picking at his food, he comm chirped.
 
=^=Lieutenant, Ensign Rager here.  We’ve cleared the shuttlebay as you requested and the Sharlayan’s will be coming aboard soon. =^=
 
Tapping his comm badge, “Thanks Ensign, I’ll be right down”
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(USS Illuminar - Deck 10 Shuttle bay storage bay 1 – COps Lieutenant Dieter Gregory - 1400)
 
Gregory double checked the final preparations.  The fields were in place, and there was sufficient room.
 
“Thank you for agreeing to my request,” he said to the FCO, who was watching him work.  “Until we know the Sharlayan burial customs, the 6 bodies they found as they worked their way into the central engineering/reactor space.  There was a quick conversation, and a plan was hatched. 
 
Each of the bodies was placed in Star Fleet caskets.  Specially lined containers designed to prevent radiation and other nasties.  Gregory had then arranged to store them in an empty shuttle storage bay. 
 
They were on their way over now.  Gregory stepped back and watched as the shuttle bay crew sprang to action and quickly secured the first two caskets. 
 
The whole process took about 20 minutes.  Finally, the bodies were secure and the fields in place.  Gregory was lost in thought. 
 
Gregory tapped his comm badge, “Chief Lee, can you please detail two security officers to serve as an honor guard to the shuttlebay.”
 
(Reply Lee, IYW)
 
As Gregory waited, the words of the 20th century poet AE Housman came to his mind.  And while the Sharlayan’s were not mercenaries, the words rang true that they had saved the sum of things.  Had they not rushed into the reactor room, it is pretty clear that the damage would have been catastrophic, and more than likely the whole reactor could have gone into meltdown and that would have been the end of the ship.  They were hero’s and should be honored as such.
 
“Sir,” a voice called. “Sir.”
 
Gregory turned around to see two security standing there.  Gregory chuckled as they must be fresh out of basic training.
 
“Gentlemen, you are to stand as honor guard over our guests over there.” He pointed to the shuttlebay.  “They saved the Sharlayan ship with their sacrifice and we will accord them all honors.”
 
The men looked at each other and nodded, “Aye sir.”
 
Gregory watched the two men take up position before tapping his comm badge again.  “Gregory to Captain Sekal.  Sir, in the process of surveying the damage, we had to clear some debris from the tunnel connecting the reactor room to the surface.  We also recovered 6 Sharlayan bodies.  I have secured them in appropriately lined caskets and have an honor guard watching over them.  If you or the Ambassador could find out what the Sharlayan’s wish to do with the bodies, noting that they are still radioactive, we can honor them for their sacrifice.”
 
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(USS Illuminar - Deck 14 Security office Assistant Chief of Security Ensign Keung Lee 1405)
 
 “Chief Lee, can you please detail two security officers to serve as an honor guard to the shuttlebay.”
 
Keung Lee who had been checking on the progress of the food distribution programme responded  on his commbadge with “Acknowledge, Lieutenant Gregory”.   He looked at his rota infront of him and pressed his commbadge “Ensign Jacob Roberts and Ensign Lucas McQuire.  Report to the Shuttle bay storage bay 1 for honor guard details on the double.  Take your instructions from Lieutenant Gregory.”
 
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(USS Illuminar - Deck 3, Personal Quarters– CO- Captain Sekal - 1407)

He was in his quarters meditating. There was much being done and much left to do on the generation ship but Commander Verin was monitoring activities from the bridge. The internal relay that had been set up on Kal'Shar had been linked to the Illuminar allowing instant communications between personnel.

 His mind was at peace and blank as he sat upon a mat in the living area with his eyes closed. Sleep refreshed the body and the mind but meditation increased focus and control. Meditating was something he had been allowed little time for due to his duties since the launch of the ship for Bajor. This could not continue, he would have to take advantage of every opportunity. Operating at less than optimal focus could have negative repercussions on his ability to manage the ship not to mention impacting his emotional control. And for a Vulcan either was unacceptable.

Sound in the room was nearly non-existent, on a working ship there was a nearly subliminal hum due to vibration. Outside of that vibration the cabins were well insulated from exterior noise.

In that quiet the tones of the comm rang loudly, his eyes opened as he activated the link. "Captain here." 

=^= Gregory to Captain Sekal.  Sir, in the process of surveying the damage, we had to clear some debris from the tunnel connecting the reactor room to the surface.  We also recovered 6 Sharlayan bodies.  I have secured them in appropriately lined caskets and have an honor guard watching over them.  If you or the Ambassador could find out what the Sharlayan’s wish to do with the bodies, noting that they are still radioactive, we can honor them for their sacrifice. =^=

"Understood. I will contact the Ambassador. Have your teams maintain constant vigilance. I do not want to add Illuminar crew to the body count."

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Repairs to the Sharlayan ship were hazardous and there would be risks but with proper precaution those risks could be managed. His crew had been trained on how to minimize exposure to dangerous circumstances and any who broke that training could endanger not only themselves but others. Any who were reported as circumventing the protocols would be pulled from duty immediately and returned to the Illuminar. He did not expect such but would not hesitate to take action if necessary.

The issue was time, given enough time focus could wander, shortcuts might be considered. He would not tolerate such.

He pulled in a deep breath then rose to his feet as he rolled to his right then moved to the terminal.

"Open a communication with Ambassador Mias."

=^= Aye sir. =^=

There was a momentary pause.

=^= Mias here.=^=

"Ambassador bodies are being removed from the Sharlayans engineering section and held aboard Illuminar with honors. Please inquire of the Admiral how he would like to proceed."

=^= You mean recovery and burial of course. =^=

"Affirmative. Consigning them to space is the only logical alternative due to radiation hazard."

There was a sigh. =^= I know. I will find out what he wants to do. =^=

"Thank you Ambassador."

After ending the transmission he didn't return to his meditation, a visit to the hold where the bodies was being kept was in order.

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(USS Illuminar- Engineering - SPC Cadet Pria Valar-1406)
The word had come from Captain Sekal to Commander Verin, and the First Officer had given her the assignment, personally.  Pria found herself sitting at one of the engineering consoles, tying up the 4 mass fabrication replicators. She needed to scour the famine food bank for the most nutrionally dense food, and flavor it in such a way that people would want to eat it.

The ration that Pria settled for almost thirty minutes later was something called a granola bar, dense with vitamins and calories to sustain a humanoid at rest for one day per bar. It was sweetened with berries and honey. It not only tasted good, it would be easy to eat.

Pria had never considered  what it might be like to slowly starve to death, to always feel hunger and know there was nothing that could be done as each day was harder. Valar had seen seven lifetimes and in none of those had any of her hosts been in danger of starving to death. She had assisted as Yan when refugees needed food and a safe place to rest. Yan had been an orhanizer and had enjoyed logistics.

She leaned her head onto her palm and thought. Logistics. They could package 100 of the bars per box, no individual wrapping since that would take raw matter they did not have to spare.

Doing the math, Pria put together a quick report, "Commander Verin, we can make 44000 100 bar units in a 24 hr period. I also forwarded you information about our current emergency rations. I will be pulling a lot of power and most of the raw matter to do this. I also need formal permission to take all 4 of the large scale replicators for this project. If necessary we can of course stop one and make whatever we need."

Pria held her breath for the few moments it took Commander Verin to give her said permission.  As the bars began to be made, Pria worked with Luma to arrange for Luma to have the boxes transported over to the Sharlayan ship's air lock. Without pattern enhancing she was not going to get enough signal to transport inside directly.

She sent a note to crewman in operations and security to begin the process of transferring the bars. She then made the mistake of closing her exhausted,  aching eyes and fell asleep at the engineering console, her head pillowed on her arms. It was not until the next crew change that anyone bothered to wake the exhausted cadet. Weaving, she had waved tiredly at the mentor for the engineering cadets and fell face first, clothed, into her bunk and blessed sleep.

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(USS Illuminar – Deck 7, Physics Lab – COps Lieutenant Dieter Gregory - 1415)
 
Gregory fast walked into the physics lab and looked at the crew assembled there. “I apologize for being late, something came up.”
 
He walked over to the head of the computer table and typed a few commands, “Mr. Matrix, why don’t you start by telling us what you found about the power distribution system on the Sharlayan ship.”
 
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(Sharlayan Generation Ship – On the road towards the Center – Security PO3 Hercules Devers – 18:00 (0400 local))
 
Devers was tired.  Not bone tired, just enough that the coffee didn’t take the edge off.  He had been up for the Ambassadors visit with the Sharlayan Admiral, which went off without any incident.  By the time he got to sleep, he was up again for exercise and his duty station. 
 
And then came the call from the Chief.  It is all hands-on deck to prepare for distribution of humanitarian aid to the Sharlayan’s.  After the briefings the real work began.  While some of the crew went to load, Devers when for some more rack ops.
 
At 1700, he reported for duty.  Things were well underway when he made it over to Sharlayan vessel.  Unfortunately, it looked like more work as they had to move much of the supplies and equipment by hand.  As he was sizing up what he could carry, Collier called him aside.
 
“How are you feeling Herc?” he asked
 
“I could use a good workout, that’s for sure.  Today has been upside down in so many ways,” he replied. 
 
“I talked to a buddy of mine in Engineering, and he found some spare parts, so I took advantage of them.”  Collier had walked them over to a lump with a tarp on it.  “And Voilà.” He said as he took the tarp off.  “Your very own wagon.  I’m guessing you should be able to move 500 kilos with this no problem.”
 
Devers laughed, “You want me to be a horse?”
 
“Not quite, I’ll be walking with you, but don’t you weightlifting types do some sort of competition with weights and sleds.”
 
“Well, yea, but ..”
 
“See Herc, this is perfect.  You get your training in.  We get the supplies moved.  It’s a win-win,” Collier said.
 
Herc shrugged, “Sounds like a fair deal.  Let’s get this sucker loaded.  How far is it again?” 
 
“The Chief says about 3 kilometers or so, but it’s a straight path, almost road like you might say.  SO it should be a walk in the park.”
 
“Fine, let’s get this loaded up.”
 
Devers and Collier started loading supplies onto the wagon, making sure to keep the load balanced.  After about 15 minutes, the cart was loaded and the load tied down.  “OK, now Herc, it’s just straight that way,” Collier’s pointed. “Lets go.”
 
Devers got behind the pushbar and started walking.   It was a heavy load, but better than multiple trips with smaller loads.  Especially since they couldn’t get any power sleds down here, the opens were too narrow. 
 
“Join Starfleet they said.  Explore strange new worlds they said.  Seek out new life and new civilizations they said,” Devers began.   A time-honored joke among the enlisted ranks.
 
“To boldly go where no one has gone before,” Collier added, “Like over behind that bush.  Be right back.”
 
Devers sighed, leave it to Collier and his small bladder. 
 
“Are you done yet?” he called out after a few minutes of silence. 
 
Collier popped back on the road, “Yea, but I think we’re being followed.  I heard some noise in the bushes.”
 
“It’s three in the blood morning for the Sharlayan’s.  Who the hell do you think is following us?”
 
“I don’t know.  Just be alert,” Collier replied.
 
“Cause the universe needs more lerts,” Devers said with a chuckle.
 
The two moved onwards, the only sound being their footsteps and the creaking of the wheel assembly.
 
Collier held up his hand.  He motioned to Devers that he heard sounds to the left. 

Devers put the cart down slowly and joined Collier looking around. 
 
There was a whirling sound and suddenly Collier let out a yelp.  “What the …” he said as he spun around.
 
Some more whirling filled the air, and the bang of something hitting the crates.  Devers and Collier stood back-to-back, slowly looking around.  “See anything?”
 
“Not yet. Someone throwing rocks at us?”
 
Just then another object when whizzing by. 
 
Out of the brush lining the road came four short Sharlayan’s, carrying what looked like staves, holding them in a threatening manner.  A bit ahead of them were another group of 4.
 
“You are trespassing on our Clan’s land.  You must pay tribute,” one of the figures said as he pointed to the cart.  “We will take that as tribute.”
 
“Who are you?” Devers asked, “and does the Admiral know you are out late?”
 
The figured stopped their advance. “You are outsiders.  You are here to steal from the people.  Thers is no way you know the Admiral.  He is a being of power and might, above all others.”
 
Devers walked around the cart.  “Tell me, what is your name?  I am Hercules and this is Samson.  We are here in peace and good will.  Perhaps we can talk?”
 
The Sharlayans approached cautiously.  “I am D’aryll the young.  Leader of the Phulder who protect this road.”
 
“Ah, ok.  So you’ve seen our people coming down this road already.”
 
“Some, yes.  But you are the first with enough tribute for us to take.  We will grant you safe passage, but we will take your cart.”
 
Devers looked at Collier and mouthed, ‘Kids.’
 
“Better yet, come here and we can negotiate.”
 
Devers opened a case containing fruits.  “Come, sit with me and tell me about yourselves.”
 
Devers sat down, and opened one of the containers, “Before you take your tribute, at least try it,” he said, tossing an orange to D’aryll and the others.  “This is an orange.”
 
D’aryll caught the round fruit and looked at it  “Ore range” he said slowly before taking a bite out of it.  He immediately spit it out, “It is horrible, bitter.  Are you trying to poison us with your ore range?”
 
“No, you must peel it first. The skin protects the sweet fruit inside,” he said as he demonstrated peeling the orange.  Breaking off a segment, he offered it to D’aryll.  “Try it.”
 
D’aryll took the fruit segment and put it in his mouth.  He chewed slowly.  “It is… it is.. like sunshine in my mouth,” he said amazed.  “This ore range is good.  You are right Hercules.  What is your clan?”
 
“None that you have heard of.  I am of the Devers clan.” 
 
By now, the others were peeling their oranges and trying the fruit as well.  Smiles and sighs of contentment went around the ring of Sharlayans.
 
“Come, D’aryll.  We are friends, here to help.  I offer you the hand of friendship,” Devers said holding his hand out. 
 
“D’aryll, where are you lad,” a voice called from the darkness.  A taller Sharlayan stepped onto the road, “D’aryll, your mother was worried when you didn’t come home.”
 
The taller man came closer to the group.  “Greetings I am D’wayne, son of Mad’sa.  We are honored for your assistance.” The Sharlayan held out his arms, palms up.   
 
Devers took the Sharlayan’s hands.  “We are honored to assist.”
 
“D’aryll, you and your friends will help bring this food to the center, and help our new friends to distribute it to our people.”
 
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