Illuminar Compile The Uncaring Stars
Dates:  Feb 15th - Feb 21st
Mission:  The Uncaring Stars, Day 4-5
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Mission: The Uncaring Stars
Day:4-5
Stardate 2445.10.17 - 2445.10.18
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(Kal'Shar-Domain of the Keepers- Hall of Decisions- Dr. Riven Mias- 0318)
(Kal'Shar-Domain of the Keepers- Counsel Meeting Hall- Admiral Skeese- 0320)
(Kal'Shar-Domain of the Keepers- Counsel Meeting Hall- Admiral Skeese- 0730)
(USS Iluminar- Deck 5- Sickbay ­ ISO  Room 4 -  SO, Ensign T¹Mur- 0856)
(USS Illuminar - Sickbay Iso Room 4 -    ACOUNS ACMO   LT JG   Ariel Trei - 08.57)
(USS Illuminar -- Coma  -- Sci.Ens. Penny McTaggard - 09:12)
(USS Illuminar -- Sickbay -- Deck 5 - Sci. Ens Penny McTaggard - 09:14 )
(USS Illuminar -- Sickbay -- Deck 5 -- CMO Quinna Solice, Genesse – 0915)
(USS Illuminar -- Sickbay -- Deck 5 - CMO Quinna Solice - 09:16 )
(USS Illuminar -- Sickbay -- Deck 5 --Healer of the Keeper Clan, Genesse – 0917)
(Kal'Shar - Room of Discussion -  Sec'or 2 of the Keeper Clan, Geehoff – 1043)
(Kal'Shar - Room of Discussion -  ACOUNS ACMO   LT JG   Ariel Trei - 10.45)
(Kal'Shar - Room of Discussion -  Sec'or 2 of the Keeper Clan, Geehoff – 1050)
(Kal/Shar  - District 3 Peliar-  Athid Weir -  ACOUNS ACMO    LT JG   Ariel Trei - 1250)
(Kal'Shar- District 3 Peliar-  Athid Weir - Chief of the Athid Weir- Lo'san- 1255)
(Kal'Shar- District 3 Peliar-  Athid Weir - Sec'or 2 of the Keeper Clan, Geehoff- 1257)
(USS Illuminar – Deck 7, Physics Lab – Ensign Scott Matrix - 1421)
(USS Iluminar- Deck 7- High Energy Particle Physics Lab – COps Lieutenant Dieter Gregory - 1425)
(USS Iluminar- Deck 5- Sickbay ­ ISO  Room 4 -  SO, Ensign T¹Mur- 1535)
(USS Iluminar- Deck 7- High Energy Particle Physics Lab – COps Lieutenant Dieter Gregory - 1540)
(USS Illuminar – Deck 5 – Sick Bay Iso Room 4 COps Lieutenant Dieter Gregory – 1545)
(USS Illuminar – Deck 11,  Main Engineering – Ensign Scott Matrix-2110)
(USS Illuminar -- Sickbay -- Deck 5 -- CMO Lt. Quinna Solice -- 2210)
(USS Illuminar -- Sickbay -- Deck 5 -- CMO Lt. Quinna Solice -- 2245)
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(USS Illuminar – Deck 1 – COps Office – COps Lieutenant Gregory – 0700)
(USS Illuminar - Deck 1- Bridge– CO- Captain Sekal - 0735)
(USS Illuminar - Deck 1- Bridge– ACSO Lieutenant (jg) Jaton Alyl - 0736)
(USS Illuminar – Deck 1 – COps Office – COps Lieutenant Dieter Gregory – 0800)
(Deck 9 - USS Hillary - Pilot Ensign Vic 'Raid' Montero - 0802)
(Deck 9 - USS Hillary - FSXO- Lt. (Jg) Tempest Greywolf - 0811)
(Deck 9 - USS Hillary – Pilot Ensign Vic ‘Raid’ Montero - 0815)
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(Kal'Shar-Domain of the Keepers- Hall of Decisions- Dr. Riven Mias- 0318)

“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?”

"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." 

Riven sat back with a pleased smile as his imzadi took over their end of the conversation. She was one to sit back and observe, only stepping in when the time was right. With their mental link they were the perfect couple for such a duty.

"Admiral 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." 

He monitored the conversation while she spoke of the nutritional value of the emergency rations and pushed for a census. Medical issues were her area of speciality.

"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 aboard."

Her glance was unnecessary, he had caught her mental query and nodded his head slightly.

"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."  

He frowned as she sent him a mental note of the Admiral's heart condition. The best place for treatment would be the Illuminar's sickbay, getting him used to the ship would be helpful.

"Of course. I'm certain a tour could be arranged."

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

Riven stood to his feet. "Excellent! Michaella would be happy to join you during your meeting I'm sure but I'll need to notify the Captain of the tour. I'm sure he would appreciate some notice."

He held out his hand to the Sharlayan. "Later we will discuss the details such as the cultural survey, how it will be handled to all parties satisfaction and such. Thank you for seeing us Admiral Skeese."

(Reply: Skeese iyw, otherwise none)

(Posted by Charles G)
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(Kal'Shar-Domain of the Keepers- Counsel Meeting Hall- Admiral Skeese- 0320)

Mias held out his had and Skeese stood up, looked at it in wonderment.  Suddenly he realized that this was an offering, an offering of perhaps friendship, since it required contact.  Slowly Skeese smiled and returned the gesture.  Mias’ grip on his hand was firm and the Admiral returned the pressure, but no more.  

As they both withdrew their hands Skeese nodded.  “The thanks should be ours Riven Mias.  Let us hope that this is the first of many, and a long lasting friendship  between our people.”

Suddenly Skeese felt a bit fatigued and sat down.  He knew that he had a difficult counsel meeting ahead of him, and he was not particularly looking forward to it.  There had become a division between the Keepers and the Gatherers since the incident with the Engineering clan.  There was going to need to be a great deal of work done to build trust and understanding.  Perhaps this all came at a most opportune moment.

He turned to Michaella and said, “Perhaps we could use your wisdom and skills.  I will have some come for you when the Counsel Room is ready.  Thank you for your kind offer.”

With that Skeese stood and left the room.  He needed to change his clothes and eat before the Council meeting.

(reply none)
(posted by Al Muir)
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(Kal'Shar-Domain of the Keepers- Counsel Meeting Hall- Admiral Skeese- 0730)

It took a little longer than Skeese had hoped to bring all of the Heads of the clans to the counsel table.  But they had finally started to arrive.  The room did not have much in it, but what it had took up space.  In the middle of the room was a large round table with twelve chairs around it.  On each of the walls around the table hung four flags, one for each of the clans.  Behind the seat Skeese occupied was a gold flag with Sharlyan writing on it and a picture of a closed fist facing palm out.

Beside Skeese at the table was his son, Rhyssa on his right and the Federation woman to his left, Michaella Kiren-Mias.  Typically that seat would have sat his life mate, and in her absence it would have remained empty.  But these were not typical circumstances.  Michael had a message to deliver to the counsel and he had promised that she would be heard.

Slowly the other factions of the ship’s hierarchy began to arrive.  The first to arrive was the contingent from the Gatherers.  Kar’del had come with two leaders of their weirs.  Skeese rose from his seat and moved to greet the gatherers.  

“What is it with the hour this meeting Admiral,” Kar’del complained.  “We have crops to tend, such as they are.  We can’t grow food if we’re having foolish meetings at a turn.”

“I understand,” Skeese assured the Gatherer, “and I wouldn’t drag you from your chores if it weren’t important.  I have news to deliver that affects everyone.”

At that everyone took their seats again.  Skeese looked over at Michaella and gave her a reassuring smile.  

The next to enter was the head of the colonists and his companions.  These looked different.  They did not look as weary or work worn.  They were slightly taller and wore nicer clothes.  Skeese did not rise but nodded to the contingent and they sat without talking.  There was an air tension between the colonists and the others.  Something unspoken, but almost palpable.  Skeese waited for a few more minutes and knew that nobody else was going to show up.  There was no longer a contingent from the Engineering clan.  They had all been but extinguished.  All that was left of their clan were too young or had no expertise to attend the counsel meeting.  

There was also no representative from the Healer clan.  It would have been Genesse, but she was otherwise occupied on the Illuminar.  No other contingent had been put together.  However, Skeese was well aware of the Healer’s mind and knew where she would stand in most matters.  They did not agree on all things, and those debates could be hard and furious, but that also led to an understanding of her and of her people.

“That you for coming at such short notice,” Skeese began and was immediately interrupted.

“That is not an understatement,” the Colonist said.  “Do you know what it took to…”

Now it was Skeese’s turn to interrupt.  “Yes De’Har, I do not what it took.  And now is not the time to air our grievances.  This is Michaella Kiren-Mias.  She a member of the United Federation of Planets.”  He took his time to emphasize the words, give them importance, and to make sure he said them correctly.  “She, and her life mate, and others have come to help us with our current food and propulsion problems.”

He paused to let that sink in, but he could tell that this would not have been enough to involve the Colonists.  He could see them shifting in their seats, wondering why they were there.

“They are also here to deliver some hard news.  I am sure that you are all aware of the legends of the Holmgrim and the Federation.  It was two generations ago, but some of knew that those stories were real.  Well,” he chuckled, “at least most of them.”  He quickly sobered before the group.  “These people, from the Illuminar, are of the same clan as the Holmgrim.  They have ships that move much faster the Kal’Shar.  They have been to our destination.  They have seen our New World.”

There was a silent expectation as the others around the table leaned forward.  De’bar’s eyes were wide with expectation.  Skeese could almost see the saliva pool in his mouth tho hear of their promised land.  His half smile shone in his eyes as much as in his face.  The woman sitting next to him had her mouth open in the amazement of the thought of finally stepping on to the hallowed soil of New Sharlaya.  

Skeese continued, “Their findings were not the ones we would have liked.  They found a a dead world.  A world that will not support it’s own life, let alone ours.”

He looked around the room.  The surprise on everyone’s face was evident.  But the look on De’har’s face was more incredulous.  His life mate leaned over and whispered into his ear.  He nodded and whispered back.  

“How do they know that?” De’Har asked.

Skeese pulled out the holodisk that he had borrowed from Mias and activated it.  It showed the deflated planet that had been their intended destination.  He manipulated the image to show the close up images of the planet and its atmosphere.  Even his own heart sank as he saw it a second time.  He wanted to not believe it, but could not deny the evidence in front of him.

“How do we know that these images are real?” the colonist cried out.

“Ka,Ren!” De’Har chastised her break in protocol.  Then he turned to Skeese.  “My apologies Admiral, but the question does merit answering.  How can we believe these images?”

Skeese nodded, “I understand your reluctance, my friends.  I do not want to believe them either.  But the evidence from these people are clear and irrefutable.  Out new homes no longer a viable destination.”

Ka’Ren sat back and began to cry, “Then we are lost.  What is the point of going on.”

A hand on her shoulder from her mate stopped the words but not the tears.  De’Har dropped his own head and said softly, “What indeed are we to do.”

“The news is not all bad,” Skeese continued, as he collected the holodisk from the table and handed it back to Michaela.  “Apparently these people, this Federation of Planets, have found us a new home.  And I believe that it as as viable as our original destination.  It has everything that we require.”

Kar’Del was the first to break the silence after that announcement, “But… at what cost?”

Skeese laughed, “I asked the exact same question, my friend.  These people help others out for not other reason than that perhaps, n the future, we will help others in need when it is our turn to do so.  However, that being said, there is, indeed, a but Kar’Del.  The planet that has been proposed is already inhabited.  When we arrive we will have to work cooperatively with those who are already there.”  

He stopped to let that sink in.  He watched as the tears stopped and Ka’Ren sat up and forward again.   It was not altogether hopeful, but more of a doubting look.

“But…” Ka’Ren began, “New Sharlaya was a gift from the stars.  The fact that we found it at all was… miraculous.  Now that it is gone, is that not a sign.  A sign that. Perhaps, out time is at an end.  Should we not simply accept our fate.”

Skeese shook his vehemently and stood up turning on the words, “And yet I say that the intervention of these fine people is equally a sign.  For them to arrive at the time of our greatest need to offer that which we need the most is a sign.  How can we refuse such an offer.  We must consider what they offer.”

“And these others?” De’Har asked.  “What of these others that are already there?  Are we certain that they are willing to share?”

Skeese sat back down and nodded, “And that is why my new friend, Michaella is here with us now.  To answer such questions.  Please allow her to address this counsel.”

(reply Michaella) 
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(USS Iluminar- Deck 5- Sickbay ­ ISO  Room 4 -  SO, Ensign T¹Mur- 0856)

"Let's try a series of emotion triggers to find your problem,”  Trei said after a moment.  Clearly she was not going to let this matter rest.

T’Mur swung her legs back round and could sense the counselor trying to scan her mind.  The reaction was what neither of them expected.  Although the sensation was not intrusive, it had not been established that T’Mur would allow the scan, and suddenly the Vulcan was back in the alley.  Her freshly defiled body was now having her mind entered into against her will.  Rage surged forward from the depths of her mind.

‘“NO!!” she screamed and thrust both of her hands forward, striking the counselor.  

As suddenly as the rage began, T’Mur boxed it and put it away.  She closed her eyes and breathed.  First the breathing was ragged, and then it began to slow down and turn into a smooth pattern.  When she was in control of herself she looked to the counselor who had, fortunately, only been thrust into the other room.  If she had hit the wall or anything else she might have been more severely injured.

She moved quickly to Trei’s aid and helped her to her feet.  “I apologize counselor.  That was most … unexpected.  I think, perhaps, we should try this again another time.  Maybe then you might warn me that you are going to attempt telepathic contact.”

(reply Trei)
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(USS Illuminar - Sickbay Iso Room 4 -    ACOUNS ACMO   LT JG   Ariel Trei - 08.57)

She tried to scan T'Mur's mind to find what is bothering her.  Just when she was getting somewhere, T'Mur thrust her hands and knocked Ariel in to the next room.  T'Mur aided her and picked her off the floor.  T'Mur suggested that we do this another time and make sure she tells her the she is performing a scan.  She understood.

"Yes.  That would be the best way to go.   I understand.   I will leave you to heal."

(Reply None )
(Posted by Edward)
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(USS Illuminar -- Coma  -- Sci.Ens. Penny McTaggard - 09:12)

In her minds eye Penny was standing on the banks of Loch Lomond. In the distance she could see a figure climbing up  Ben Lomond. She saw it stop and turn her way.

“ Don’t yer look that way my wee bonny lassie. For that way lays to the path of yer doom. Turn away.” A large women wearing a white dress with flowing grey hair told her. She was floating just above the dark waters of Loch Lomond.

Penny felt a pressure on her face. But could not wipe it away. She moved towards the mountain.

“ TURN AWAY TURN AWAY TURN AWAY....” The women screamed rising up over the water.

Penny moved closer to the mountain.

“ TURN AWAY YER FOOLISH BAIRN TURN AWAY!” The women screamed.

“ N....N.....”
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(USS Illuminar -- Sickbay -- Deck 5 - Sci. Ens Penny McTaggard - 09:14 )

Penny’s eye opened wide as she shouted.

“ NAY!!!!!”

( Reply , Solice )

“ Doctor Solice....where am I?” Penny asked

( Reply , Solice )

“ I was feeling a wee bit unwell. After my last treatment shot. But the medic said it would wear off. So I went to the meeting. Everything seemed ok. But towards the end I started to feel strange. Then my heed went all fuzzy like. Next thing I know. I saw yer pleasant face looking down upon me.” Penny explained 

( Reply , Solace )

“ There was a problem at the academy once. We had to have minor radiation treatments to a wee accident. I did come over all strange but it went away. So I nay reported it.” Penny explained

( Reply , Solice )

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(USS Illuminar -- Sickbay -- Deck 5 -- CMO Quinna Solice, Genesse – 0915)
 
Gently she playeda hand on the doctor’s shoulder, “Quinna, would you mind if I tried something?”
 
“What do you suggest?”  Quinna asked as she was wondering if she was not missing something simple.

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 hand from the girl’s chest and then the one from her head and stepped back.
 
After watching what just happened, Quinna felt small and useless.  Apparently Quinna could not care for her crewmates.  
 
“How?’  was all Quinna said.  

“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.”
 
“Thank- you.  If it were not for you…”  Quinna trailed off.  

(reply Genesse, 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?”

“I believe she has company at the moment.  Well she did when I was in there a few minutes ago.  I did a quick check.  She is doing better but I am not ready to release her yet.  Please go visit and let me know if you feel differently.”

(Reply Genesse)

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(USS Illuminar -- Sickbay -- Deck 5 - CMO Quinna Solice - 09:16 )
 
Penny’s eye opened wide as she shouted.
 
“ NAY!!!!!”
 
“Ms. Taggard”  Quinna had turned around after Genesse had left.
 
“ Doctor Solice....where am I?” Penny asked
 
“You are back in sickbay,”  Quinna said, “Can you tell me what happened?”
 
“ I was feeling a wee bit unwell. After my last treatment shot. But the medic said it would wear off. So I went to the meeting. Everything seemed ok. But towards the end I started to feel strange. Then my heed went all fuzzy like. Next thing I know. I saw yer pleasant face looking down upon me.” Penny explained 
 
“ You had more of an exposure to radiation than some of the crew.  Why would you leave,”  quinna asked.
 
“ There was a problem at the academy once. We had to have minor radiation treatments to a wee accident. I did come over all strange but it went away. So I nay reported it.” Penny explained.
 
“You had quite a reaction to the treatment.  Genesse, the Sharlayan Healer, was luckily here and was able to heal you.”  Quinna said.
 
( Reply , McTaggard)
 
Quinna had pulled a medical tricorder and was scanning McTaggard, “So tell me how you are feeling now”
 
(Reply McTaggard)
 
“I know that you are feeling better but I want you to stay for 24 hours just to make sure you do not relapse.  Your readings are really good.  I have a gut instinct that you will be fine.”  The last part she said looking at the door where Genesse left.
 
(Reply McTaggard)
 
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(USS Illuminar -- Sickbay -- Deck 5 --
Healer of the Keeper Clan, Genesse – 0916)

“Thank- you.  If it were not for you…”  Quinna trailed off.  

Genesse shook her
 head at the doctor, “No need for that dear. I did only what it could.  I wish it could be more.  You have so much here.  Resources and technology.  I just get to “know” the people, and share myself with them."

Quinna told her that T’Mur was going to maintain her quarantine status, meanwhile.  It was probably a wise move.  She seemed to be doing better, but the stresses of normal life might still be too much for her system.  Somebody with more skill than she would have to work on the real problem.  That was something that was way beyond her capabilities.

Genesse knew she was going to need to go back to report in with Skeese soon but she did want to check in on T’Mur.  She hoped that after that she would only hope that she could come back.  This world was an amazing one.

(reply none)
(posted by Al Muir)

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(Kal'Shar - Room of Discussion -  Sec'or 2 of the Keeper Clan, Geehoff – 1043)

"Yes that is what I had in mind,” Trei said, "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."

Geehoff frowned.  The last thing he wanted was to leave Ariel Trei alone.  However, he also wanted to show her that he was abide her wishes.  He nodded and bowed his head.

“Very well, Ariel,” he said, letting her name play on his lips for a moment, “I will do as you ask.  However, as a general rule the Sharlayan people are not very… open to discuss their problems with strangers, even one such as you.  But I will attempt to find any that would wish to voice what concerns them with you.”

With that he backed out of the room, hoping to catch a last glance at her, and the hope that she would look around for him.  He went through the halls of the ship and talked to everyone that he could see, with no luck.  After some time he returned to find Trei still sitting there, alone.  He had run back to the Room of Discussion and stopped at the doorway to catch his breath.  Seeing her made that difficult to do.

He stepped into the room and approached the Federationer, “I am sorry Ariel Trei, but it is not possible.  Our people are proud and are not willing to come to you.  However, I am certain that if you went to them, they may be more willing to open up.  Please, I ask you again, allow me to escort you through our ship and show you the wonders of our people, and you could talk to our people on their terms.”

He looked at her with exploring, adoring eyes.

(reply Trei)
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(Kal'Shar - Room of Discussion -  ACOUNS ACMO   LT JG   Ariel Trei - 10.45)

Geehoff returned to report that the Sharlayan people are very proud and do not discuss their problems openly.  She suspected this but thought one or two would be willing to talk with he is a controlled setting like this.  Geehoff suggested he escort her through the ship and ask the people on their terms.  She was willing to do this and she would enjoy the tour of the ship in the process.  She agreed to the suggestion.

"I am willing to tour your ship and talk with the people on their terms.  Lead the way when you are ready."

The affection Geehoff had for her was not lost on her, but she did not reciprocate that affection.  It is going to be a tough situation not to hurt Geehoff's feelings.  She had to keep it professional and friendly but not romantic.  Without using her empathic skills it was going to be difficult .

(Reply Geehoff)
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(Kal'Shar - Room of Discussion -  Sec'or 2 of the Keeper Clan, Geehoff – 1050)

With Ariel’s acceptance of his offer Geehoff was near giddy with joy.  A smile grew on his face, but he also knew that he had slightly overstepped his authority.  He moved to the doorway and caught the eye of Bar’Nee.  He asked his friend to take word to the Captain that he was going to lead their guest to the Weirs to get a look at the Gatherers and the Colonists.  

Moments later Bar’Nee returned with permission granted and Geehoff turned back to Ariel.  If anything he was even happier than before.  Now he had permission from the Captain to be with her.  This was going to be exhilarating.

“Very well,” he said, stepping towards Ariel, “I am officially your tour guide.  I think, if you are wanting to talk to the people of Kal’Shar, you need to see the Weir, and talk with the Gatherers.”

What he said was true, but what he omitted was that the Weirs were where the last of the beauty of Kal’Shar, and the Sharlayan culture lay.  It was his opportunity the all through the fields with this unique female and get to know her more as well.
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"Shall we go,” he said and ushered her to the exit.
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(Kal'Shar- District 3 Peliar-  Athid Weir - Sec'or 2 of the Keeper Clan, Geehoff- 1245)

Geehoff had brought Rei into the Aphid Weir along a path that led through the harvest fields.  Of course the field were nearly barren.  Crops had produced less and less food each reaping.   The Gatherers had had little enough food to feed themselves, let alone the Colonists as well as the Keepers of Kal’Shar.  The walk had been long.  Geehoff did not regularly patrol the Weirs, so it was easy to forget how long it took to get to them.  And why he never went there without a purpose.  

Of course his purpose now was to get to know Ariel Trei better,  He had peppered her with questions, but she proved to be as careful with her words as an administrator in a counsel meeting.  He had, however, learned a little deal the Klingons, which were an exciting warrior clan.  She did not speak a great deal of them, as it appeared her experience with that side of her lineage was limited.  However, he heard a great deal about Betazoids.  These telepathic beings could read minds as well as feelings.  It was a bit uncomfortable thinking that Ariel could hear his very thoughts about her.  But then she had admitted that her own abilities were limited due to her Klingon heritage.  She can only sense feelings.

It was less unnerving, but could she sense his emotions.  He knew they were strong.  But he could not help himself.  He wanted to know more about her.

“Tell me Ariel Trie,” he asked yet another question, this time more personal, “do you have a mate or are you promised to someone back on your Illuminar?”

(reply Trei)

As they talked they walked towards the Aphid Weir, a small village that appeared to be in celebration.  Usually when a member of the Keeper clan entered a weir news travelled fast and Gatherers often came out to greet them.  Today, however, they were allowed to approach and enter unmolested.  In fact he had to get someone’s attention.

“You there,” he said to a young girl, “what is going on here?  Why are you celebrating?”

The girl gave a dismissive look to Geehoff and then a more intrigued look at Ariel.  “Lo’San brought new animals from Senid Weir.  And food.”

Geehoff was not interested and raised an eyebrow.  “Really, where might I find Lo’San?”

"He is in the gathering place of the weir” the girl said.  “He said he would be there talking fro the remainder of the day.”  Then she pointed him in the direction she was talking about.

“I am grateful little one,” Geehoff smiled at the girl.  

“My name is Be’lina,” the girl said defiantly.

Geehof chuckled, “Very well, Be’lina, I thank you.  Enjoy your festivities.”  He turned to  Ariel and bid her to follow.  “Come Ariel, I will introduce you to the leader of the weir.”

(reply Trei)

As they approached the center of the weir there was a crowd of people engaged in animated conversation.  Geehoff led Trei through the crowd until he was able to see Lo’san.  He waved to get the leader’s attention.  Lo’san nodded and begged his departure from the questions.

“ Lo’san,” Geehoff said in acknowledgement,  "it seems you’ve had a bit of a windfall.”  He gripped the leader’s hand.  “allow me to introduce Ariel Trei, of the Illuminar clan.  She is here to meet you and your people.”

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(Kal/Shar  - District 3 Peliar-  Athid Weir -  ACOUNS ACMO    LT JG   Ariel Trei - 12.50)

On the walk from the room of discussion Geehoff asker her a personal question.  She wasn't really prepared for the question but had a quick response to state that she did not have a boyfriend at the moment and no plans to be in a serious relationship at this time.  She hoped that answered his question.  Along the way they encountered a little girl named Be'Lina.  She informed that food was brought to the village and a celebration had commenced because of it.  The leader of the village was taking questions.  Geehoff led her to meet the leader Lo'San.  He introduced her to Lo'San and informed him of her purpose in the village.  She responded with a curtsey and stated her business.

"Pleased to meet you sir.  I am here to help the Sharlayan people deal with the stress of the repairs to the ship and anything in general.  I am a counselor on the Illuminar.  My name is Ariel Trei.  If you must know, my rank is LT JG and I am assistant chief Medical officer as well.   How can I help your people?"

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(Kal'Shar- District 3 Peliar-  Athid Weir - Chief of the Athid Weir- Lo'san- 1255)

This had been a very busy and surprising day considering the fact that the harvesters had already returned and brought a huge bounty from what was left of the Senid clan. Generosity had been all but forgotten by his people since the ship had begun to fail but now the future appeared a bit brighter. It appeared there would be enough food now to see the entire weir through to the next harvest. They would still have to ration to ensure their food supplies would be enough but things weren't as bleak.

Lo'san had not only allowed the gatherers to speak but also to answer questions. They had been very wise in what they had brought back and he was not a politician, his position was hereditary not elected. He was also a humble man, the dearth had humbled everyone. The ship had humbled them.

The foodstuffs had been stored and cataloged, the carts set inside an old barn that used to house animals like those brought back and the animals had been staked out to eat their fill of grass and drink. Things were looking up for the Athid Weir and he was happy.

Until he saw Geehoff that is and hackles raised on the back of his neck. This one wore the garb of the Keepers who had maintained their distance for cycles now. His Weir was beginning to recover and this one showed up. What news did he bring? He waved back those in the crowd nearest him as the two approached while he watched the Keeper with suspicion. The other was a complete unknown and not of Kal'Shar. Had the Grissom returned? Questions to deal with later. He managed to keep the scowl off his face as he crossed his arms while frowning.

“ Lo’san it seems you’ve had a bit of a windfall.”  

Lo'sans hand was snatched up but his eyes narrowed at the greeting. Did this Keeper intend to take from his clan? He would be sent away with whips if he uttered it.

"Allow me to introduce Ariel Trei, of the Illuminar clan.  She is here to meet you and your people.”

His suspicious gaze moved to the one called Ariel Trei. "Illuminar clan?" His mouth had problems forming the alien word. "And why are you truly here Ariel Trei?"

His people who remained stood erect and alert, they could hear the suspicion in his voice and remained near in the event they were called upon.

"Pleased to meet you sir.  I am here to help the Sharlayan people deal with the stress of the repairs to the ship and anything in general.  I am a counselor on the Illuminar.  My name is Ariel Trei.  If you must know, my rank is LT JG and I am assistant chief Medical officer as well.   How can I help your people?"

Many of the words were unknown to him and he shook his head at them. Medical was known however. His eyes flicked from Ariel Trei to Geehoff and back. "Your offer is kind Ariel Trei but we do not know you. You are from an alien clan and we have only your words to judge from. My question must be what Geehoff wants who has brought you here. The Keepers turned their backs to the weirs in their time of need. They shut themselves away from the pleas of the people." 

(Reply: Trei)

He turned his attention back to Geehoff. "Why are you here Keeper? What news do you bring that has opened the doors once shut? What do the Keepers want from the Athid Weir?"

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(Kal'Shar- District 3 Peliar-  Athid Weir - Sec'or 2 of the Keeper Clan, Geehoff- 1257)

Lo’san's words were short but not necessarily harsh towards Ariel.  But still the tone sent hackles up Geehoff’s spine as he instinctively wanted to protect his guest, even just her feelings.  He could see that they completely shut her down and she seemed to shrink before the chief.  His eyes turned to Lo’san as he turned the man turned his ire on him.

"My question must be what Geehoff wants who has brought you here. The Keepers turned their backs to the weirs in their time of need. They shut themselves away from the pleas of the people.  Why are you here Keeper? What news do you bring that has opened the doors once shut? What do the Keepers want from the Athid Weir?"

Geehoff was a little flummoxed at first.  He was not exactly sure how to respond to the vehemence that he had encountered.  It was not what had been expected.  He was still a young one when the accident happened that caused the Keepers to close off the weirs.  For the most part they have been trying to hold the ship together for the last six full cycles.  And he was not part of the decision making process at the time, so it was difficult to address what was being asked.  However, he would defend his captain and the Admiral.

When Geehoff was younger he had spent much of his time in Athid Weir and found that he enjoyed the company of the people.  The were kind and giving.  He had especially made friends with Lo’san’s daughter, El'lana.  They spent a great deal of time time in each others company.  Geehoff had been too young to even think past their friendship.  Then there was the “accident"

Access to the weirs had been shut down.  The Admiral had done what he had to do in order to keep the Gatherers and the Colonists safe.  They had not been affected by the radiation from engineering, but the resources that they had received from the Keepers were no longer  available.  Nobody was allowed to go to the weirs for fear of bringing with them the silent death.  Everything had gone into saving the Kal’Shar.   When he had been accepted into the Se’cor,  Geehoff had asked to deliver the news to Aphid Weir but was denied, so he had no idea if they even knew what had happened.  

He had missed his time in the weir, and missed his friend El’lana.  He had no idea how she fared, and she had no idea what had happened to him.  Now that his apprenticeship was done and he had been inducted to the Se’cor clan he had little time to even think of the people of Athid Weir, or his playmate.  Now he was her, confronting her father,and his accusations.

“Lo’san, I am sorry that you have felt abandoned by the Keepers.  It was not our intention to ignore your needs, however we had our own needs that needed to be tended, before we could venture down here to give support to the weirs.  I understand it has been hard down here, but we have had our troubles as well.  Please believe me when I say I wish I could have come sooner.”

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 (USS Illuminar – Deck 7, Physics Lab – Ensign Scott Matrix - 1421)
 Scott had just finished his analysis and was saving it to primary storage when the Lieutenant arrived.
 I apologize for being late, something came up.  Mr. Matrix, why don’t you start by telling us what you found about the power distribution system on the Sharlayan ship.”
 Matrix picked up his PADD and began his report. “As it turns out the Sharlayan ship’s system and power system isn’t all that dissimilar to our own. It just runs on a different frequency input in both waveform and amplitude. We were able to reduce our own EPS system to accommodate their resonance frequency. It didn’t take long for us to access their database and access hoards of information.” Started Scott.

 Scott tapped up the main display. “Here you can see we have access to a number of databases…yet we haven’t identified what databases are more interesting. We have the computer analyzing each…there are security cyphers that need to be decrypted before we can identify any useful information.”
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 “No sir…based on the size of these I would say there is substantial information to glean…unless this is some sort of ruse designed to keep prying eyes away.” Matrix punched up another command and the main display focused on a new segment.
 “…this appears to be system logs…we see timestamps in the files. I’d say this is a scanning log, containing everything indexed. Like our own systems…a central master database of raw data. Its too specific and large. I’ve got the computer algorithm working on this section first…once we are able to access this system the cypher should allow us to unlock each supporting system.”

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(USS Iluminar- Deck 5- Sickbay ­ ISO  Room 4 -  SO, Ensign T¹Mur- 1535)

The morning had been a steady stream of visitors and doctors.  Most of the visits had done little but distract her from the work of translating the Sharlayan written language.  The Sharlayan healer, Genesse had been the least disruptive, and had the most to offer.  She did not feel the need for whatever Genesse had done to her the day before.  T’Mur still could feel a small connection the healer and it did bring her a small sense of calm.  The rest of the afternoon had been spent in study.  

At one point she had managed to acquire three PADDs and was working furiously on all three of them.  There was something about this language that she recognized but she could just not isolate that connection.  Finally she had noted one of the images that had been taken of of some of the readouts, and a memory was stimulated.  She had thought at the time that surely it could not be that easy.   But the more she worked through her theory the more she realized that she had found the answer.  The third PADD arrived for her to start working out the math of the patten she had discovered.  

Soon that math was getting transferred into her language algorithm.  When she was done, she pressed a button and al three PADDs linked and the image of Sharlayan suddenly transferred to Federation standard.  The translation showed that the image that had sparked her process was a start chart.  The original language were actually spacial coordinates. Set up in a sexagesimal format.  Putting that information in a hexadecimal language code she was able to create the primmer that she so needed.  After that making the connections with the data that they  had to make the connections to words that they already knew.  

When her PADD beeped she looked at the final results for a moment.  Finally she allowed herself a small moment of emotion.  She couldn’t help but feel the joy of accomplishment, and a little excitement.  Then she gathered her thoughts, with the PADDs, and tapped her com badge.

“T’Mur to Lt. Gregory,” she said, “I have managed to decipher the Sharlayan written language sir.”

(reply Gregory)

“I am unable to upload my research from the medical isolation room,” T'Mur noted.  “If you would like to have someone come and get the final program to the ships data base, then it can go out to the engineering crews working on the repairs to the Sharlayan ship.”

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(USS Iluminar- Deck 7- High Energy Particle Physics Lab – COps Lieutenant Dieter Gregory - 1540)
 
The Science and Engineering teams had been working the problem.  “They got this far and we’re going to get them home.  Failure is not an option,” Gregory said in frustration as he looked at the latest models.  “If we have to fit a square peg in a round hole using duct tape and paperclips, that’s what we do.” 
 
=^= T’Mur to Lieutenant Gregory.  I have managed to decipher the Sharlayan written language Sir. =^=
 
“Progress, at last,” he said.  “That will help us figure out all this writing better.”
 
=^=I am unable to upload my research from the medical isolation room. If you would like to have someone come and get the final program to the ships data base, then it can go out to the engineering crews working on the repairs to the Sharlayan ship. =^=
 
He tapped his Comm badge, “Thank you Ensign.  I’m on my way.”
 
“Keep working the problem.  We’ll have some answers soon.”

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(USS Illuminar – Deck 5 – Sick Bay Iso Room 4 COps Lieutenant Dieter Gregory – 1545)
 
Gregory walked into the room, smiling “T’Mur, you are a life saver.  This breakthrough is critical,” he said.  “I’ve got Engineers and Scientists trying to make heads and tales of the data we have.  When you’re out of sickbay, I owe you a top-notch dinner.  IF we can get some time at Deep Space 9, I know a place. ”
 
(Reply T’Mur)
 
“Nonsense and poppycock.  You have no idea how this is going to help.  I’ll get this uploaded.  Do you need anything else?” 
 
(T’Mur)
 
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(USS Illuminar – Deck 11,  Main Engineering – Ensign Scott Matrix-2110)
 
It had been an exhausting day to say the least. Scott had been in between the physics lab and main engineering trying to solve the Sharlayan problem or what he called the Shara syndrome. The cyphers had yet to be discovered and that made him more determined to figure it out.  He’s begged, borrowed, and pleaded for additional computer time in the hopes it would speed the process up. He owed several favors he wouldn’t be able to meet, but that was for another day.
 
He sat back in his chair and observed the chaotic jumble of PADDs laid before him on the console table. He counted sixteen PADDs and three tricorders…all blinking red indicating memory full. It took the computer nearly three hours to download, sort and augment their contents from the Sharlayan scans he and the other engineer gathered.
 
He tapped the console again to see the computer’s status on the cypher issue. ‘…64%...’
 
“Computer…estimated time to complete inquiry eight-three-one.” Asked Scott
 
[Twenty three hours, sixteen minutes]
 
“Ugh” cried Scott.
 
“Maybe I’m going at this all wrong…there has to be a better answer…hmmm.”
 
Scott rolled his chair over to a vacant console and began to view the Star Fleet Operations database.
 
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(USS Illuminar -- Sickbay -- Deck 5 -- CMO Lt. Quinna Solice -- 2210)

Quinna sat at a terminal in sickbay checking out the patient reading.  She had been to the generation ship earlier to check the bio readings of the crew that was there.  She confirmed that all readings were accurate.  When she returned, Quinna came right to sickbay.  She wanted to see if she could release some patients.  Quinna stood from her seat and fell back into the chair as she stood.  She was more tired than she thought.  Taking a deep breath, she stood again on solid feet and headed to M’Tur’s iso room.

“I am sorry I am so late.”  Quinna looked at the woman in front of her, “It has been a busy day.”

(T’Mur Reply)

“I am here because I am satisfied with your physical results.  I came to tell you that you are released from sickbay.”

(T’Mur Reply)

“Do you feel ready to leave?”  Quinna asked.  She was never one to kick someone out unless absolutely necessary.

(T’Mur Reply)

Quinna rattled off Doctor’s orders and as she did it, she placed one finger on another as it looked as she counted on her fingers.  “Ok, here are my orders.  Light Duty.  You cannot go and work on the Generation ship.  Preferred no radiation exposure. And I want to see you in 2 days for a follow-up.”  Quinna paused.  “Deal?”

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(USS Illuminar -- Sickbay -- Deck 5 -- CMO Lt. Quinna Solice -- 2245)

Quinna had left T’Mur’s iso room and entered McTaggard’s room, “How are you feeling.  I see you are up kind of late.”

(McTaggard Reply)

“Your system is clean of Toxins, I was wondering if you feel like being released.  Of course, there is the limited duty, no work on the generation ship, and limited radiation exposure.”

(McTaggard Reply)

“If you do not feel like you are ready, you can stay.” Quinna Offered

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(USS Illuminar – Deck 1 – COps Office – COps Lieutenant Gregory – 0700)
 
Gregory had forced himself to sleep at midnight.  He had fallen asleep immediately. 
 
Waking up, he took a shower and dressed quickly before making his way to his office.  There he reviewed the overnight progress on the project.
 
Sitting down with his coffee, he reviewed the logs and made some notes.  Initial progress was slower than anticipated, but they were making progress.  The teams had gotten the conduit run to where it needed to go.  Engineering was fabricating the material necessary to connect the two systems together.
 
Meanwhile, a great deal of imaging and information was captured about the atomic pile and the damage.  He had science and engineering reviewing the information and working on constructing what would be needed for the repairs. 
 
 “Computer begin recording.  Chief Operations Log.  Stardate 2445.10.18.  The Illuminar team has been making significant progress on multiple fronts.  Under the direction of Chief of Security Lee, initial food distribution points have been setup and initial progress to distribute food is progressing.  Special recognition goes to Cadet Pria Valar from engineering.  She has identified an appropriate ration bar and has begun using all spare capacity to synthesize the bars.”
 
“Ensign Matrix has retrieved a great deal of information and all available computer power has been tasked to him to finish translating the files so that we have a better understanding of the power grid structure of the Sharlayan distribution system.  We don’t want to switch over to our system so we can take the Sharlayan power grid off line and effect repairs.”
 
“The Captain has asked that we brief the Sharlayan Admiral on the plan for the repair, especially since there will be a brief time when the power has to be off.   I have a team running simulations in the holodeck to make sure they can execute the transfer as quickly and safely as possible.”
 
“Finally, Science and Medical are investigating possible quick growing crops who’s seeds can be provided to the Sharlayan’s to help them reestablish their self-sufficiency while their crops grow. “
 
“Computer, end recording. Send a copy to senior officers as my report of yesterday’s activities. “
 
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(USS Illuminar - Deck 1- Bridge– CO- Captain Sekal - 0735)

"Captain, Transmission coming in from Bajor."

"On screen Lieutenant." Sekal gave the transmission his undivided attention as Minister Crede's image lit up the viewscreen. "How may I help you minister?"

The Bajoran minister overseeing trade shook his head negatively. =^= Kai Hetel requested I send you daily reports on the shipments Captain. =^= The emphasis he had placed on the word "requested" intimated it had been less of a request and more in the form of an order. 
=^= The loading of the first freighter is well underway and the first two vessels will be ready in the next day and a half to two days on schedule.=^=

"Understood. Would it be possible to send the first as soon as it is loaded?"

The Bajoran shook his head. 
=^= Possible but not wise. The space around Bajor is hazardous with mercenaries, pirates and thieves so we send them in pairs with escorts when feasible. If Illuminar could escort them individually...?=^= He let the question hang.

"Unworkable. We have a great deal to do here and the ship cannot be spared."

=^= That is unfortunate. They should arrive on schedule then. =^=

"A question for you minister. Could you give me the details of the expected load for each ship?"

Crede didn'teven stop to check his notes. =^= Two hundred fifty thousand metric tons. One hundred seventy five thousand of that is quadratriticale, the other seventy five thousand is fruits and vegetables.=^=

Sekal stood up from the command chair. "Two fully loaded Antares Class I presume?"

=^= Indeed. =^=

The Vulcan did a quick mental calculation. "Minister you do realize that is fifty million kilograms in the first shipment. That alone will last the colonists for roughly three years. And that is beside their own harvests which we are attempting to guarantee by repairing their systems."

The minister shrugged. =^= The Kai insisted on it. =^=

"I would suggest you send the next shipment to its original destination as intended with the Kai's permission of course. If necessary I will speak to her on the matter."

The Bajoran smiled. =^= I will pass along your recommendation to the Kai. I'm sure she will accept it. I should know for certain before tomorrows report.=^=

"Thank you minister."

=^= Bajor out. =^=

Sekal watched as the starfield returned to the main viewer. The logistics of unloading the two freighters was going to be an extreme challenge for the crew. Arrangements needed to be made.

"Lieutenant you have the conn."

(Reply: Any Lieutenant on the bridge)

He made his way to the turbolift. There was a lot that needed to be done in the next five days to prepare and Ensign Lee needed to be notified. 

(Reply: Any)

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(USS Illuminar - Deck 1- Bridge– ACSO Lieutenant (jg) Jaton Alyl - 0736)

Jaton was monitoring the lab's progress from the bridge as the final preparations for the shipment. He was impressed with the job his team had done and was confident they would be able to pull it off without a hitch. He was listening to the exchange between Minister Crede and the Illuminar, and was likewise impressed with the Kai's generosity. As the captain stood, he turned to Jaton.

"Lieutenant you have the conn."

"Aye, sir." Jaton logged off his console and walked over to the captain's chair. As he did, he tapped his commbadge. "Ensign Sigurdsson to the bridge."

The acknowledgement came, and Jaton sat down.

"Steady as she goes, ensign." Jaton said to the helmsman. "Continue preparations for the rendezvous with the freighters."

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Gregory read the Captains orders again.  Most of the senior staff were going to escort the Sharlayan Admiral for a tour and dinner here on the USS Illuminar.  He had to brief the Admiral on the progress that had been made towards repairing the ship, so he had to get that ready.  Finally, they were to render honors to the fallen Sharlayan Engineers while the Admiral was here. 
 
First order of business.  Gregory tapped his comm badge. “Chief Lee, the Illuminar will be playing host to the Sharlayan Admiral.  Can you please make sure your department is ready for dignitary protocols?  Additionally, we will need two security guards to report to the USS Hilary at 0830 to serve as a detail for the officers going over to bring the Admiral here. Finally, I will need to request additional security to render honors to the Sharlayan dead we will be commend their bodies to the depths of space.”
 
(Reply Lee)
 
“Thank you, Lieutenant. Your presence will also be requested at the dinner that will be held in honor of the Sharlayan Admiral. My guess it will be around 1100 hours.”
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(USS Illuminar – Deck 1 – COps Office – COps Lieutenant Dieter Gregory – 0805)
 
“Commander Verin, apologies for disturibing you Ma’am,” Gregory said into the Comm.  “The Illuminar will be hosting the Sharlayan Admiral and the Captain has requested your presence on the USS Hillary at 0845 as part of the party that will be going over to escort the Admiral.”
 
(Reply Sienna)
 
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(USS Illuminar – Deck 1 – COps Office – COps Lieutenant Dieter Gregory – 0810)
 
“Dr. Solice, apologies for disturibing you Ma’am,” Gregory said into the Comm.  “The Illuminar will be hosting the Sharlayan Admiral and the Captain has requested your presence on the USS Hillary at 0845 as part of the party that will be going over to escort the Admiral.  You also might want to let your department know that we will be following diplomatic protocols while the Admiral is here”
 
(Reply Solice)
 
“One more thing, there will be a dinner in the Admiral’s honor around 1100 today.”
 
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(USS Illuminar – Deck 1 – COps Office – COps Lieutenant Dieter Gregory – 0815)
 
“Lieutenant Alyl” Gregory said into the Comm.  “The Illuminar will be hosting the Sharlayan Admiral and the Captain has requested your presence on the USS Hillary at 0845 as part of the party that will be going over to escort the Admiral.  You also might want to let your department know that we will be following diplomatic protocols while the Admiral is here. ”
 
(Reply Jayton)
 
“Also will be a dinner in the Admiral’s honor around 1100 today.”
 
“Thank you, Jayton.”
 
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(Deck 9 - USS Hillary - Pilot Ensign Vic 'Raid' Montero - 0802)

Vic got the notification as he was drinking his coffee.  The Illuminar was going to be hosting a diplomatic event.  A perfect reason for him to go hide in the flight simulator and practice all day.  Seems the Lieutenant had other ideas for him.

Acknowledging the order, he got dressed and headed over to Deck 9.  There he entered his access code.  The door opened and he entered the Aerowing.

"Computer, begin preflight check.  Start system power up."

[Acknowledged]

Vic made his way to the flight deck and started getting the systems ready for flight. 

Fingers typing over the controls.  He started going through the system shuttle startup. 

The power plant was slowly waking up.  He could hear the gentle hum of the warp core.

Alone with his thoughts, his mind drifted back to the last diplomatic mission he had been on.  The one where he lost Bulldog. 

At least no one would be shooting this time, he hoped. 

His Comm chimed, it was the Chief of Operations =^= Ensign Montero, can you organize a missing man flyby this afternoon.  We will be honoring the Sharlayan engineers with their Admiral on board, and it would be a nice touch =^=

The busy body Chief of Operations again.  Why would he want a flyby.  Did he think it was a stunt?  Something cute?   No.  The missing man formation was solemn occasion reserved for fallen service members, or dignitaries.  But who is a lowly ensign to question a Lieutenant. 

Tapping his Comm badge, he replied "Yes Sir, that can be arranged.  Please let me know when it has to occur."

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(Deck 9 - USS Hillary - FSXO- Lt. (Jg) Tempest Greywolf - 0811)

She stepped aboard and looked around the spacious interior. It was all beige and blue with platinum edging and immaculate. She had flown it before only on test flights to verify everything was in optimum condition. The seat rows were on each side of the craft two by two with plenty of legroom. They were also plush. No wonder craft like this were given the monicker "Captain's yacht". 

The impulse engine was making a low hum pronouncing itself available for use and the lighting was strong. Montero was already here warming up the vessel for departure so she headed to the pilot cabin forward.

"Everything read green here Monterro?" She asked as she stepped through the portal. 

(Reply: Raid)

She moved to the pilot seat and looked at the readouts as he continued to do the preflight checks. You could ask but no pilot took it as gospel until they checked it for themselves. She sat down and turned her head toward him. "Where's your second? I'm assuming she'll be along later?"

(Reply: Raid)

The pilot cabin was easily spacious enough to seat six flight crew with monitors and instruments for each. They wouldn't be needing a full crew for such a short flight but it was unusual to see the pilot without his copilot.

The course and speed of Illuminar was reading on the board. Impulse engines and structural integrity field were at norms as was artifical gravity. Thrusters were on standby and the countdown to launch was in progress. Twenty two minutes and counting. She began running through the control offsets, attuning them to her liking. How a craft responded to input was often tailored to the pilot. It was a matter of "feel" and if it was wrong it would be quickly noticed so that adjustments could be made. Running a system "out of the box" could be misleading, there could be problems not noticed because the pilot was unaccustomed to the offsets which is why she was tailoring it to her preference.

Sensors were on standby as well, all showing ready.

The warp engine wouldn't be used if all went well and was offline but could be started up once clear of the ship in the event of an emergency.

Weapons and shields were also on standby. "Looks good. Preflight checks complete. System tests in ten minutes."

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(Deck 9 - USS Hillary – Pilot Ensign Vic ‘Raid’ Montero - 0815)
 
“Everything read green here Montero?”  FSXO Greywolf asked.
 
Vic turned his chair around, “Aye, Ma’am, all systems are nominal.  She’s still finishing startup sequence, but nothing out of the ordinary at the moment.”
 
The Woman moved to the pilot’s seat, “Where’s your second?  I’m assuming she’ll be along later?”
 
Montero shrugged, “It was my understanding Ma’am that you would be piloting the Hillary on this mission.  I didn’t know who you preferred as a co-pilot, but I can get Gunsmoke up here right quick.”
 
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The two continued working in silence as the systems were going through final pre-flight checks.
 
After a few more minutes, Greywolf spoke again, “Looks good. Preflight checks complete. System tests in ten minutes."
 
“Copy that, Ma’am.  Systems check in 10,” Montero said as he stood up to stretch. 
 
“Do you need anything Ma’am?” he asked

(Reply Greywolf)
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