Illuminar Compile The Uncaring Stars
Dates:  March 1st- March 7th 
Mission:  The Uncaring Stars, Day
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Mission: The Uncaring Stars
Day: 4 - 6
Stardate 2445.10.18
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(Kal'Shar- District 3 Peliar-  Athid Weir - Athid Chief Lo'san- 1336)
(Kal'Shar- District 3 Peliar-  Athid Weir - ACOUNS ACMO   LT JG   Ariel Trei - 13.40)
(Kal'Shar- District 3 Peliar- Athid Weir - Athid chief- Lo'san - 13.41)
(USS Illuminar -- Personal Quarters -- CMO Lt. Quinna Solice -- 2353)
(Vulcan -ShiKahr- NiVar Institute, Medical Division- Dr. Felicity Tate -1155 (local))

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(USS Illuminar -- Personal Quarters -- CMO Lt. Quinna Solice -- 0015)
(Sharlayan Ship – Supply staging area – PO3 Hercules Devers – 0230 Illuminar Time)
(USS Illuminar – Deck 6 – NCO quarters – PO3 Hercules Devers -- 0300)
(USS Iluminar- Deck 3- Crew Quarters -  SPC Luma'lenai - 0435)
(USS  Iluminar- Deck 3- Crew Quarters -  SPC Luma'lenai/ SO Ensign T’Mur - 0437)
(Vulcan -ShiKahr- NiVar Institute, Medical Division- Dr. Felicity Tate -1730  (Day 5 - 0530)
(USS Edmund Hillary – Passenger Cabin – COps Lieutenant Dieter Gregory – 0907)
 ( USS Edmund Hillary – Passenger cabin - FO- Commander Sienna Williams-Verin - 0910)
( USS Edmund Hillary – Passenger cabin -- CMO Lt. Quinna Solice -- 0915) 
( USS Illuminar - Sickbay - Science Ens. Penny McTaggard - 09:16 )
(USS Illuminar -- Sickbay -- Deck 5 -- Medical Examiner -- Dr. Mason Quincy -- 0917)
(USS Illuminar -- Sickbay -- Deck 5 - Science Ens. Penny McTaggard - 09:18 )
 ( USS Edmund Hillary – Passenger Cabin- CO- Captain Sekal- 0920)
(Kal’Shar- Surface zone- Landing Pad- Admiral Skeese- 0925)
( USS Edmund Hillary – Passenger Cabin – COps Lieutenant Dieter Gregory - 0935)
( USS Edmund Hillary – Passenger Cabin – CSO Lieutenant (jg) Jaton Alyl - 0936)
(USS Edmund Hillary – Pilot Cabin – Flight Ops/Conn- Lieutenant (jg)- Tempest Grey Wolf- 0940)
( USS Edmund Hillary – Passenger Cabin – COps Lieutenant Dieter Gregory -- 0941)
( USS Edmund Hillary – Passenger Cabin – CSO Lieutenant (jg) Jaton Alyl -- 0943)
(USS Edmund Hillary – Pilot Cabin – Pilot Ensign (sg) Vic “Raid” Montero - 0945)
(Kal'Shar- Domain of the Keepers- Engineering deck- Engineering Technician Gabriel Rofstani- 1025)
(Kal'Shar- Domain of the Keepers- Engineering deck- Engineering
Officer Tycho Alantar -1027)
(Kal'Shar- Engineering Section - Engineering Cadet Oda Berr- 1030)
(Sharlayan Generation Ship, Kal'Shar- Surface- Engineering Bunker-  Engineering Cadet Oda Berr- 1100)
(Kal'Shar- Domain of the Keepers- Engineering deck- Engineering Officer Tycho Alantar - 1101)
(Kal'Shar- District 3 Peliar-  Athid Weir   ACOUNS ACMO   LT JG   Ariel Trei - 13.45)
(USS Illuminar – Deck 1 – Conference Room –COps Lieutenant Dieter Gregory – 1800)

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(Kal'Shar- Domain of the Keepers- Engineering deck- Engineering Officer Tycho Alantar - 0545)
(USS Illuminar- Ready Room- CO, Captain Sekal- 0630)
(USS Illuminar- Ready Room- COps Lieutenant Dieter Gregory -- 0635)
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(Kal'Shar- District 3 Peliar-  Athid Weir - Athid Chief Lo'san- 1336)

Lo'san was cutting as Geehoff began speaking. The cheese had a delightful aroma and was causing him to salivate.

“I have no idea what news made its way down to the weirs.  I am sure you are aware that we had an incident with the Engineering Clan.  They are all dead.  Something happened with our nuclear reactor and radiation has contaminated entire sections of Kal’Shar.  Thousands died… my father…  Anyway, the last six cycles have been a continuous control of the damage from that incident.  

 However, that is not what brings Ariel Trei and her friends from the Illuminar.  They bring news of our destination.  It appears that our new world has met with its own disaster, and is not capable of supporting life any longer.  The good news is that they have found a new world for us.  Ariel Trei is here to see if the Sharlayan people will be able to settle on that world.  Is that not correct?”

His stomach had dropped at the news. Their reason for so many long years in Kal'Shar doomed to end in disappointment? He looked toward Ariel Trei at whom Geehoff had directed the question hopefully as his hands settled palms down upon the tabletop.

"Yes there is a new world discovered that would take about 5 years for the Sharlayans to get there.  Supplies and food will be delivered to all the villages very soon.  The repairs on the ship are ongoing.  I am a counselor so I can help anyone to deal with any anxiety they feel.  I am guessing this cheese is mild tasting like some I grew up with on Betazed.  I look forward to tasting it."

Lo'sans eyes narrowed in perplexity at her short, clipped answer.

“Ariel I think rather than asking people to talk about what their anxious about, perhaps you should ask them about what things are like for them now, and perhaps how they have changed.”  

Lo'san took a bite of the creamy, slightly nutty cheese and he chewed lightly. His mouth was bursting with the flavor which at other times would have caused him to close his eyes with enjoyment. At this time however his mind wasn't on the food but the alien.

"Very well.  Is anyone willing to tell me of life in the village?"

He looked at her in disbelief for an instant then swallowed the bite. This was all? But an idea occurred to him and his face took on a knowing look.

"You wish to know something of my village Ariel Trei then I will tell you a little."

He gestured around the room then to the table. "We do not cook in our homes but have one meal cooked midday in the central square. This is our only hot meal because of the shortage of food. Each house then takes a small loaf of bread per person and perhaps a little fruit which you see here. Today there is cheese. This is our evening and morning meal to keep us fed until the next hot meal at midday."

He leaned forward a little. "I have offered you freely of what I have with no other expectation than that you tell us of what you know and you have given me crumbs in return. You tantalize me with the flavor of good things to come but it is only a taste yet you wish us to speak to you."

He settled back as he cut a bit off of the loaf then ate it with some of the cheese, the two flavors melded beautifully.

"Now I have told you something of my village. Speak to me of your people, why you are here and what your interest is in Kal'Shar so that I may know you better, you are still a stranger to me and only with your words will I come to know you."

(Reply: Trei, Geehoff)

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(Kal'Shar- District 3 Peliar-  Athid Weir - ACOUNS ACMO   LT JG   Ariel Trei - 13.40)

Lo'San wished to know her better.  She didn't have much more to say about the mission but she could talk about her life growing up on Betazed so she decided to do that.

"I grew up on a planet named Betazed.  It is a very pretty planet with lots of green fields and meadows.  There are many kinds of flowers there.  The gathering we are having now is similar to a thing called a picnic we would have in a nice plush meadow or field on Betazed.  A picnic is like what we are doing here but there are different meats  and cheeses to choose from and different fruits to choose from as well.  The cheese here reminds me of a similar cheese on Betazed.  It is milder than the cheese here but has a similar nutty taste.  The people on Betazed are very fond of a substance called chocolate.  I can replicate some for you to try if you like."

(Reply Lo'San, Geehoff)
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(Kal'Shar- District 3 Peliar-  Athid Weir - Athid chief- Lo'san - 13.41)

"I grew up on a planet named Betazed.  It is a very pretty planet with lots of green fields and meadows.  There are many kinds of flowers there.  The gathering we are having now is similar to a thing called a picnic we would have in a nice plush meadow or field on Betazed.  A picnic is like what we are doing here but there are different meats  and cheeses to choose from and different fruits to choose from as well.  The cheese here reminds me of a similar cheese on Betazed.  It is milder than the cheese here but has a similar nutty taste.  The people on Betazed are very fond of a substance called chocolate.  I can replicate some for you to try if you like."

He had given her his utmost attention as she spoke and shook his head slightly in amazement at the way she skipped over vast amounts of detail to focus on the high points of a "picnic" which she must have found very enjoyable. That and food seemed to hold great value for her.

He was becoming acquainted with her for certain and realized that answers to his questions would not be found here as she either knew nothing or considered all other things to be unimportant. This is not how he had expected his first meeting with an alien to go. Not that he had ever really considered meeting with one from outside Kal'Shar. Ariel Trei did appear to be kind and a nice person. So in this perhaps was the intention of sending her here.

He gave Geehoff a meaningful look before turning his attention back to her. "That is better, now I am coming to know you. This chok...o...lat you speak of sounds intriguing and I would be happy to taste some. Help yourself to the food. We have all day to speak. As for the others in my weir ... I believe the sight of the food you spoke of will do much to heal their spirits."

(Reply: Trei, Geehoff)

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(USS Illuminar -- Personal Quarters -- CMO Lt. Quinna Solice -- 2353)

Quinna had been researching to T’Mur and her condition.  It seemed that since her exposure, the condition was getting worse.  Quinna feared that her time was running out.  During her search for Vulcan treatments, nothing came to light.  Late in the evening, an obscure reference popped up.  Quinna moved to a communications terminal and opened a comm signal to Vulcan.

She managed to navigate her way to the Vulcan Academy, Medical department.  A woman appeared on her Viewscreen.  “I am Dr. Quinna Solice of Starfleet.  I am currently treating a Vulcan woman with Pa’Nar.”

(Reply Vulcan Dr.)

“She was there for treatment, however, she was not able to get help, I read about a procedure that was not offered to my patient,”  Quinna asked.

(Reply Vulcan Dr.)

“From what I understand, you have everything needed to perform the procedure.  I am sending you the file I have compiled.

(Reply Vulcan Dr.)

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Vulcan -ShiKahr- NiVar Institute, Medical Division- Dr. Felicity Tate -1155)

The position of Doctor Tate extended back over one hundred fifty years since Dr. Daniel Corrigan and Vulcan healer Sorel had made breakthroughs in medical advancements that had shaken the Federation. Their work had shown the value of having an off world being working in concert with a Vulcan counterpart. By extension her duty was as co-director of the medical division along with Vulcan healer Sestan. She was well into middle age with a sharp medical mind and seemingly unending energy during her duties. She hadn't gotten the invitation to serve in this capacity on anything other than sheer brilliance and instincts for research and on point care. Her research into Deoxyribonucleic acid (DNA) was pushing research into genetic diseases and their treatments to new levels.

She was currently on break from her lab. The treatment center was running like a well-oiled machine and the technicians were performing their duties with efficiency. That was something it had taken her a while to get used to after coming to this world. There were few wasted words, motions or movements with a Vulcan staff and they dominated the staffing on their homeworld. For a physician it was a dream posting and she knew it.

 One of the staff, healer T'pren found her in her office nursing a cup of coffee.

"What is it healer T'Pren?"

"A transmission. Owing to its source I believe you would be the correct one to take it Doctor."

Her brows lifted slightly, her eyes opening at the urgency implicit in that decision. "I'll take it here. Thank you."

As the Vulcan walked out she keyed on the comm and half the opposite wall lit up, the screen was very expansive.

"Doctor Felicity Tate here. Who am I speaking to?"

=^= I am Dr. Quinna Solice of Starfleet.  I am currently treating a Vulcan woman with Pa’Nar. =^=

The woman was young and pretty but with hard lines of either sleeplessness or worry around her mouth. "Pa'Nar?" The Vulcan word raised gooseflesh on her neck because of its connotations. To a Vulcan it was an abomination, to an outworlder like herself it was chilling because of the violence and forced intimacy. "Was she treated here at the Institute?"

=^= She was there for treatment, however, she was not able to get help, I read about a procedure that was not offered to my patient. =^=

"She came here and was not helped?" Felicity was shocked. "Are you certain of this?"

=^= From what I understand, you have everything needed to perform the procedure.  I am sending you the file I have compiled. =^=

There was a hum that took only a few seconds then a tone that indicated that a transmission had been received. She brought up the desk monitor and looked through the file quickly but thoroughly as the StarFleet Doctor looked on. By the end she was seething but not at the person on the other end of the transmission.

"Doctor Solice I see that a mistake has been made. She was treated for Pa'Nar at a regional clinic and fitted with a synaptic stabilizer. A subdural one is preferred but that is a common treatment for Pa'Nar when it is considered a mild case and is typically only a temporary measure until a full round of treatment can be administered. I see no record of her being sent to the Institute for treatment."

(Reply: Solice)

"That is odd. She was not informed of a follow-up treatment? We certainly have the means to do so. Our neural regeneration suites are available." She interlaced her fingers on the desk. "Doctor I am going to be looking into why this woman was not referred here and should have an answer within the day. When do you think you can have her here?"

(Reply: Solice)

"I understand you can't give me a firm time frame but I'm going to need her as soon as possible. I'm going to have to do a complete neural scan to determine the extent of the damage and that will give me a time frame for the treatment. Thank you for bringing this to my attention."

(Reply: Solice)

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(USS Illuminar -- Personal Quarters -- CMO Lt. Quinna Solice -- 0015)
  
=/\=Doctor Solice I see that a mistake has been made. She was treated for Pa'Nar at a regional clinic and fitted with a synaptic stabilizer. A subdural one is preferred but that is a common treatment for Pa'Nar when it is considered a mild case and is typically only a temporary measure until a full round of treatment can be administered. I see no record of her being sent to the Institute for treatment.=/\=
 
Quinna shook her head, it was a reason, but Quinna did not feel it was a good one, but she wanted to know what to do now, “I see.”  Quinna said, trying to move things to the next step.  
 
=/\=That is odd. She was not informed of a follow-up treatment? We certainly have the means to do so. Our neural regeneration suites are available. Doctor I am going to be looking into why this woman was not referred here and should have an answer within the day. When do you think you can have her here? =/\=
 
“I will have to get back to you about that.”  Quinna knew at this point, she needed to speak with T’Mur and the captain.
 
=/\=I understand you can't give me a firm time frame but I'm going to need her as soon as possible. I'm going to have to do a complete neural scan to determine the extent of the damage and that will give me a time frame for the treatment. Thank you for bringing this to my attention."=/\=
 
“You should hear from me in a couple of days.  I will also run an up-to-date neuro scan and send it at that time.”  
 
The two Doctors exchanged their pleasantries and closed the communication.  
 
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(Sharlayan Ship – Supply staging area – PO3 Hercules Devers – 0230 Illuminar Time)
 
Devers and Collier had finally begged off of the celebration with the Sharlayans from Kent Weir.  Others had been coming in, many who looked poorly off, not that either security officer were doctors. 
 
They made their way back to the staging area, with D’aryll and his friends following them the whole way, pestering them to learn more about ‘Star Fleet’ and the ‘Federation’.  The two answered the questions as honestly as they could. 
 
Approaching the staging area, where more supplies were being prepared for distribution, D’aryll looks seriously at Devers, “I want to join your Star Fleet and help people like you do Hercules.  That would be the greatest calling for me.”
 
The boys around D’aryll nodded, “Me too.”
“And Me.”
“I will join as well.”
 
Collier poked Devers in the ribs, “Looks like you’re becoming a recruiting specialist there Herc.  Not sure the Chief would approve though.”
 
Devers shrugged, “First, you must get to your new home.  There you can help your people establish a new land.  In the meantime,” he waved over one of the NCOs, “This is Crewman Ekoice, she is from another planet in the Federation.”
 
“Crewman, this is D’aryll and his friends.  They have been helping us move supplies to the center distribution point.  If the lads still have energy, they probably can take at least one more load of supplies back.”
 
“What about you Hercules?” D’aryll asked. 
 
“I need to go back to my ship for some rest.  I’ll try to be back later to see how you are doing,” he replied.  Extending his hand, “Be well D’aryll.” He said as the two gripped forearm to forearm.  When everyone had exchanged handshakes, Crewman Ekoice spoke, “IF you are ready, I could use your help with these goods over here,” she said pointing to a pallet of material.
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(USS Illuminar – Deck 6 – NCO quarters – PO3 Hercules Devers -- 0300)
 
Back aboard the Illuminar, Devers and Collier made their way to the NCO quarters.  It was deserted at the moment as many of their fellow NCOs were working the distribution supply lines.  Devers grabbed a quick shower before collapsing on his bunk for some much-needed rest.  It didn’t take long for him to fall asleep, dreaming of the oceans near his hometown.
 
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(Posted by Tim)
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(USS Iluminar- Deck 3- Crew Quarters -  SPC Luma'lenai - 0435)

During this time of the 'night' Luma often had the ship to herself.  A skeleton crew worked, and it was the time that her Carson was on the Bridge, and her Vex was asleep.  It was a lonely time, as usually nothing of interest happened and not many of her small ones were available to speak with her. The few true telepaths were almost always available to her, even in sleep. 

But Luma did not disturb.  Personal quarters were private and her light, automatic monitoring was non intrusive to prevent entropy from sneaking up and stealing her small ones. 

But tonight she had found herself projected into the holodeck 3 and was engaging in watching a 'zero g ballet' performance from the Terran's past. When T'mur called for her, it took her a moment to terminate the program and answer her.

“Luma Lenai,” T’Mur called out, “I would speak with you."

=^= Small One T'mur, Luma is present.  If you place your bared skin to the ship's skin, we can communicate telepathically or if you wish, touching any instrument panel can also initiate a better, more stable connection.  Your Vulcans  have a detriment in being touch telepaths. But maybe it would be less difficult to speak with the words? =^= It was rumored that the ship was the biggest gossip in the galaxy and that the Lenai fiercely loved and protected those she considered hers.

(Reply T'mur)
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(USS
 Iluminar- Deck 3- Crew Quarters -  SPC Luma'lenai/ SO Ensign T’Mur - 0437)

=^=
 Small One T'Mur, Luma is present.  If you place your bared skin to the ship's skin, we can communicate telepathically or if you wish, touching any instrument panel can also initiate a better, more stable connection.  Your Vulcans  have a detriment in being
 touch telepaths. But maybe it would be less difficult to speak with the words? =^=

T’Mur
 looked at the wall with trepidation.  She had not relished the idea of having telepathic contact under the best of circumstances.  Now, with her recent issue, she was even more loathed to permit telepathic content.  However, she did agree that it was a very
 efficient form of communication.  

As
 she tentatively lifted her hand to the wall she could feel the rising sense of panic.  Just in recognition of the light telepathic content that Luma’lenai made with her previously, she knew that it would be a bad idea to communicate with telepathy.  Perhaps
 they could start slowly, but not right now.

“No,”
 T’Mur said softly, “I would prefer to use words at this juncture.”

A
 sense of humming went through the speakers for a second, =^= What has occurred to upset your resting period, small one known as T’Mur? Usually it is only Our Sienna who spends too many hours awake when she should be resting. Will you play music as she does?
 Do you know Luma’s small one, Sienna?=^= There was a sound of anticipation to Luma’s voice. =^= Like the small one T’Mur, she is a warrior who has battled many demons to stand proud over the shackles that had chained her.=^= Luma waited now...in anticipation.
 It was almost like dealing with a rather emotional, over eager child. There was that sense of  innocence, of wanting to be pleasing..

T’Mur
 realized that she was still standing, facing the wall,  To be completely honest with herself she felt … silly. She was uncertain what she was conversing with, but she knew it was not that wall.   She went to the replicator and spoke. 

“Vulcan
 tea,hot.”

T’Mur
 was not exactly certain how she expected to feel speaking to the disembodied voice of Luma’linae, but decided it was best to proceed as if she were a person in the room. 

Tea
 in hand she sat on the small half sofa. She placed the cup on the armrest and pulled her feet under her, not feeling much like a warrior at the moment. 

She
 thought it interesting the way she referred to people as her small ones. And the “Sienna” as “ours”. Denoting ownership? Superiority?  Sleep was now abandoned. 

“If
 you are referring to Commander Williams-Verin, I am familiar with her, although I have not officially met her. However I am sure I shall eventually,”

She
 paused for a moment and went straight to the question. “Luma, why do you refer to the Commander as your small one?”

=^=
 All the small ones aboard the Illuminar are Luma's small ones. Some of them are Luma's friends. Some of them are more Luma's than others.=^= Did the Lenai finally learn discretion? Of course not. =^= MY Vex and her Carson and Our Sekal. And if he is here,
 Our Saleke. The only small ones that Luma actively dislikes are the ones that lack in Intelligence.=^= Coldness in her voice as she spoke about SFI. 

T’Mur
 raised an eyebrow, not really catching the reference, but admitting to herself that lack of intelligence was something she did not value either. Still, Luma certainly did feel a sense of… ownership was not the right word, but propriety over perhaps. It was
 a sense of caring.

She
 noted the names and was curious about the list, but decided to let that go for the moment. She went back to Lima’s initial question. 

“What
 has upset my rest period?  I … had a dream, I suppose is the best way to explain. Actually it was reliving an negative experience in my past. Something that my mind can’t get past.”

She
 looked deep into her tea, feeling the warmth in her hands. “I suppose you might call it one of MY demons.  Tell me about your Sienna’s music.”

Luma
 was an eons old being and knew better than to pursue her interest. She had spent over 50,000 years with the progenitors of the current Betazoid race and had learned excellent communication skills… when she chose to use them. 

=^=
 The T'Mur desires to hear a practice piece we are working on? She often finds sleep elusive and until recently was… actively harmed by her Eimsanna being far away. But the Riven helped her and now habit is most of what keeps her awake. And lon….=^= Luma's
 voice choked and she sounded abashed, =^= Nothing. Does the T'Mur create music?=^=

T’Mur
 smiled and shook her head, ”No, although I can appreciate the rhythmic patterns of music, I do not have the skill in music.  I wanted to study poetry at the Vulcan Arts Academy, but my parents decided it was a frivolous venture for the child of a merchant.”

She
 remembered the arguments with her parents over her future endeavors and how they unilaterally decided that she would follow them to guild.  Vulcan poetry was an incredibly difficult form to grasp with its complex progressions and metres.  She sat back and
 took a sip of the tea.

“I
 would very much like to hear the practice piece,” she said, wondering what the music of someone who has conquered their demons sounded like.

A
 sense of silence for a long moment, then Luma begins to play a hauntingly beautiful but unfamiliar flute piece. Luma’s voice began to ‘sing’ in tune with the flute, in an unknown but beautiful language. When it ended about four minutes later, Luma let the
 silence reign for another long moment then speaks, =^= It is in the language of the Illuminari, the original ones Luma was with. Luma has been teaching the flute music to Our Sienna. Did the language sound familiar to the T’Mur?=^= Luma was very curious but
 did not ask any more questions just yet. 

When
 the music began T’Mur closed her eyes and listened to the music echo through the room.  The music had a dichotomous tone.  It appeared to have a nearly random rhythm to it, but once T’Mur caught the pattern of the notes she was able to follow and even anticipate
 the next series of notes.  But the language of the Illuminari was what she found striking, even moving.  It tickled at the raw emotional centers of her brian, and she found herself fighting back an emotional response.

When
 it ended she remained silent, even after Luma had begun to explain the piece.  Finally, in full control, she said, “I cannot say that the language was familiar, as you put it, but I was able to recognize some of the patterns.  Given time I should be able to
 decipher it to understand it fully. May I have a copy of the recording.”

She
 thought about it and let the music play longer and wondered about Luma’s Sienna, and the fact that she was able to create music with that language.  It was an accomplishment.  But as she was half Betazoid, she could see that her emotional sense was part of
 the music.

“Luma,”
 T’Mur wondered, “what are the Illuminari?”

Luma
 stopped her replay, and was very quiet, then considered that Sekal trusted this new one, =^= The people who came before. The first ones. When my people,  the Lenai, ascended to the incorporeal form as our planet was dying…. We wandered. Luma was paired with
 her first ship, and it was like the Sharlayans.  A talented civilization that fled the destruction of their home planet. We bonded and the telepathic few were bred so there would always be a bondmate. My Vex Jordaan is the current bondmate.=^= Luma was quiet
 for the span of about ten seconds. =^= There is great speculation that one of the generation ships sent out by the Illuminari became Betazoids.  They "fit" most closely. =^= There were many things that Luma could not speak of, that were considered secrets.
 =^= The T'Mur will be Luma's friend?=^= 

T’Mur
 could not help but smile.  Something so vast and knowledgeable, asking such a question like it was a child.  However, if T’Mur knew one thing, if there was that she could use it was a friend, especially right now.

“I
 would consider it an honor to be your friend, Luma,” T’Mur said. 

Words
 from the story stuck in her head.  “Paired with her first ship” and “bondmate.”  She heard these words before.  “But tell me, are you living?  Are you in the ship’s computer or are you it’s computer?”

=^=
 Luma is all that you speak. And Luma is outside the skin as well, but the bio gel packs provide sufficient space. Luma is the last of the Lenai. So when Luma embraces entropy, another race will be forever gone. But Luma also knows that new small ones will
 be created. But it is not the same. The loss of the small ones to entropy destroys parts of this Lenai's soul. =^= Sadness in her voice.

T’Mur
 was silent again, realizing now the loneliness of being the last of species.  There were so many questions to ask, but there would be time to get more answers, later.  Luma had already revealed much, and T’Mur needed time to assimilate it all.  But she also
 knew the loneliness of having no one.  It has how she had lived her own life since … the incident, as her parents would call it.  

“Luma?”
 she paused for five seconds.  “Would you still be willing to accept my … touch?”

=^=
 Luma welcomes the touch of all her small ones, but most especially of her friends. If you wish to touch, we can. It would make us faster in tactical situations. But Luma likes the T'Mur for who she is, not what we can do together =^=

T’Mur,
 now resolute in her decision, stood up and moved the wall.  She knew that she could have touched something else, but the wall was almost symbolic.  It was… Luma’s body, of a sort.  She rubbed her fingers on her palm and then held her right hand. Once again,
 rubbing her thumb on her fingers to activate the sensory input she was about to create.

Slowly,
 she reached out and touched the wall.  She closed her eyes. It had been a long time since she’d allowed an intimate contact.  Slowly she dropped her mental defenses and began.

“My mind to your mind, your mind to mine…”

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(Vulcan -ShiKahr- NiVar Institute, Medical Division- Dr. Felicity Tate -1730)
(Day 5 0530 Illuminar Time)

She had not returned to her lab that day but had been busy tracking down the attending physician for the woman in the file Doctor Solice had forwarded to her. That had been more difficult than expected. Oh... those she had contacted at the medical facility T'Mur had been treated at had sounded very cooperative until learning the reason for the communication. After that they had been as talkative as a mollusk.

 So she had finally circumnavigated the maze of silence by communicating directly with the medical ministry, at last she had Healer Simen on the screen. His answers were frustrating her.

"Healer Simen please enlighten me why T'Mur was not referred to the Nivar Institute for further treatment."

The Vulcan was just short of ancient, a hawk-nosed native with grey hair and hooded eyes.

=^= Doctor Tate I have her file in front of me and I repeat. Her case of Pa'Nar Syndrome was judged to be mild and controlled with a synaptic stabilizer. No further treatment was deemed necessary. =^=

She had already heard this and narrowly refrained from biting her lip. "Healer Simen it is common practice for this to be a temporary measure until a full treatment is available. That treatment has been available for one hundred fifty years. I ask again. Why was she not referred to the institute?"

The expression of the Vulcan did not change. =^= Your question is illogical. I have already answered it twice. Further treatment was deemed unnecessary. =^=

Her fists clenched so tightly on the desktop that her fingernails were digging into her palms. "I assure you healer my questions are extremely logical. I am attempting to ascertain why she was not referred to the Institute."

=^= The reason has already been stated. It was judged her case was mild and further treatment was unnecessary. =^=

"Judged by whom Healer Simen?"

=^= I was the attending healer. It was my decision. A diagnosis logically arrived at and logically carried to its conclusion. =^=

She kept her voice even with a supreme effort. "And what of the possibility of the Pa'Nar Syndrome worsening?"

=^= If the patient used the Synaptic Stabilizer as directed there should be no further degradation of her neural system Doctor Tate. =^=

"Then you are citing the patient for being at fault for a worsening condition."

=^= Your reasoning is logical. =^=

"Thank you Healer Simen you have answered the question to my satisfaction."

=^= Your gratitude is unnecessary. Goodbye Doctor Tate. =^=

The screen blanked and she stood to her feet enraged. Without thinking the cup she had been drinking from earlier was in her hand. She hurled it with all her strength into the door. Maintaining a dispassionate bearing before the Vulcan had used up all of her reserves.

"**** ******* *****!" The curse sizzled in the air.

The door opened and one of her staff rushed in, medical technician Jeroy.
"Doctor is everything all right?"

"No it's not, I need to talk to Healer Sestan about something. After I'm done I'll be leaving for the day as it's not far from duty time off. Please see to making sure the office closes on time in case I don't make it back. Otherwise I'll see you in the morning."

"Yes Doctor." He looked at the ceramic shards littering the floor. "I'll have this cleaned up for you."

"Thank you Jory."

She walked out the door still steaming at the stone-walling she had gotten from the Vulcan. It hadn't been an outright lie, Vulcans didn't operate that way but they were adept at shading the truth to fit their narrative. Pa'Nar Syndrome hystorically invariably worsened in nearly every case unless treated. Prompt treatment kept the symptoms from worsening. Prompt treatment had been in place for the last century and a half. The foundation of his "logical" argument had been built on that. He had twisted the narrative to his own end.

She had been on Vulcan for fifteen years and this was the first time she had seen it though a colleague had warned her about it and it infuriated her. Why he had made the decision in the first place was a concept she was struggling with and she hoped Sestan could shed some light on the matter.

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(USS Edmund Hillary – Passenger Cabin – COps Lieutenant Dieter Gregory – 0907)

With so much going on, Gregory was resenting being here on a fluff mission.  Unfortunately, the Captain, in his infinite wisdom, expected the department heads here.  He looked at his PADD for the dozenth time in the past minute. 
 
He tapped out a quick message to each of the team leaders he had gathering data.  The message read
 
Please provide update forthwith on the status of data collection and preparations to switch the Sharlayan ship over to power from the Johnson.  Prepare to stand down until we have final authorization to make the switch. We will be regrouping around 1300 to discuss an option on replacement of the power system.
 
With the push of a button, the message was sent to Ensigns Matrix, Transitor, Alantar and Mendoza.   He knew the men had been working hard under difficult conditions.
 
Gregory again got lost in the implications of converting the Sharlayan ship from fission to fusion power.  The images sent back from the survey suggested that this was not as a simple fix as they thought.  Of course, this was a tricky part of the Federation.  He thought back to a recent discussion he had in his training, this time using the Socratic method with Socrates himself.  He wasn’t sure how the computer was generating and selecting these figures, but it was definitely more interesting than a lecture.
 
“Mr. Gregory, the Prime Directive is much like the oath that Hippocrates of Kos has promulgated for his students, ‘Into whatsoever houses I enter, I will enter to help the sick, and I will abstain from all intentional wrong-doing and harm’.  When encountering a culture less developed than yours, if you interfere, you do wrong-doing and harm.  Say that you provide them with a short cut to advance, they do not have the chance to develop the knowledge and philosophy to take full and proper advantage of that advance.”
 
“But Socrates, if we are to take a lesson from the Earth writer, Isaac Asimov, his Zeroth law of Robotics states that “A robot may not harm humanity, or by inaction, allow humanity to come to harm.”   I concede that men are not robots, but the Federation needs to look to the higher good.  That we should not, through our inaction allow a race to be lost because of something we could solve.  Otherwise, why do we explore the galaxy?  If not to encounter new life and new civilizations.”
 
“You forget the lesson of your own history Mr. Gregory.  If it was not for the efforts of Zefram Cochrane.  Other space fairing races had left the Earth alone until that monumental event when he broke the warp barrier.”
 
“That is different than using our knowledge, our technology to prevent a catastrophic event from happening.” Gregory replied.
 
“And yet, that too causes harm.  Yes, a culture is lost, but the Federation cannot play God.  Otherwise, what next?  Earth is littered with examples where efforts were made to circumvent the natural evolution and order.  One only has to look at the results of the Eugenics war to know this is true,” Socrates retorted. 
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( USS Edmund Hillary – Passenger cabin - FO- Commander Sienna Williams-Verin - 0910)

It was a short hop from the Illuminar to the Sharlayan ship. An enjoyable ride. Time to wake up a bit, under ideal circumstances.  But her giggle in response to Lt. Grey Wolf's communication caused the Vulcan to turn and mess with her, requesting that she explain the reference. 

"In the early days of space flight, between the Earth World Wars 2 and 3, right after the invention of the united web by some military faction, social media was used as a way for people and eventually corporations to keep in touch. There have been several iterations of social media, the latest one are the personnel pages the Academy uses." She narrowed her dark Betazoid eyes at him and refrained from teasing him or speaking inappropriately.  

(Reply Sekal)

Sy resisted the urge to scratch her skin where the stupid braids on the uniform where itching. Man, sometimes behaving really was not worth it.

Feeling a slight tug as Luma contacted her, Sy opened a connection as the Hillary began to dock, sparing her the Vulcan's attempt at small talk. If they had been private, she would have enjoyed baiting him in return.

::Luma does not approve of her Sienna and her Sekal being far away. Luma can not rescue you.:: Why was the Lenai fretting so badly? 

::What is Vex doing?:: Sy asked curiously as both Carson and Vex were due at the reception in a few hours.

::MY:: The ship put an emphasis on that word. ::Vex and my Carson are having a coffee break but they are not drinking coffee :: Luma was disgruntled.  

Sienna found herself choking back laughter as the hatch opened. Schooling her expression,  she stepped forward, escorting the Captain. 

When they stopped, she stepped smoothly into her spot, and smiled when introduced,  meeting the Admiral's eyes for a brief moment. She then turned her attention to Riven and Michaella as they helped the Admiral aboard. She reached up, discretely to touch the crystal broach to help make the connection with Luma.

::Dear, can you patch a comm from you to the inside and tell Lt. Grey Wolf I said for her to make the flight as smooth as possible.  This man is not well and...:: Sy let the thought trail off as she refocused on the situation letting Luma see through her eyes. It was giving her a bit of a headache.

::What if this new sick small one...::

Sienna cut in, ::Admiral Skeese, Luma. Do not call him a sick smsll one!:: The ship was learning tact. Slowly. 

::... What if he greets entropy?::

Ah. Luma did not deal well with death. The ship had clinical PTSD on that subject.

::That is why we have Doc Quinna with us. And his own healer is aboard. And he will love you. Once we explain you.:: Sienna was not sure how they were going to explain the concept of Luma. She pondered that as she let everyone but the Captain board. She stepped in beside him, then took her seat beside the Captain and across from the Admiral.  

"You will hear a voice soon, Admiral. It is our pilot, Lt. Grey Wolf. When we are back aboard the Illuminar,  you can meet her if you like. And please, call me Sienna. " The young woman smiled right as Tempest spoke.

(Reply Skeese, Sekal, any on the shuttle)
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 ( USS Edmund Hillary – Passenger cabin -- CMO Lt. Quinna Solice -- 0915) 
 
Quinna reflected on her visit with T’Mur from the night before, however, she could not shake the fact she was missing something.  
 
Flashback:
 
“If you believe that there is nothing further you can do doctor…,” 

Quinna felt the reply was a bit odd, “Do you feel ready to leave?”  Quinna asked. 
 
T’Mur looked around the room at the notes and her eyes caught the notice that written in Sharlayan said “Warning: Toxic” which seemed so appropriate for this moment. What could she say? She was ready to leave if the doctor could not do anything about the damaged area of her brain that caused her breakdown to begin with.
 
Quinna was puzzled by this.
 
“If you say that there is nothing more that you can do for me, doctor, than I am ready to leave,” she said.

"And I want to see you in 2 days for a follow-up,”  Solice ordered.  “Deal?”
 
T’Mur made a strange face at that last word. “I did not realize that we were in a negotiation, doctor. Is there a counter offer that would seem appropriate for this moment?”
 
Seeing the quizzical look on the doctor’s face told T’Mur that she had misinterpreted the doctor’s meaning and decided to go with her first offer.
 
“I believe the response you are looking for Doctor Solice is, Deal,” T’Mur acquiesced.
 
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Quinna was bothered with the conversation.  Reading back in her records, and thinking back to earlier, she noted that both Trei and Genesse both visited T’Mur however, there was nothing noted in the medical chart.  

This blunder made Quinna feel like an idiot and with this severe oversight, she needed to resign.  In her mind now, Quinna was a stupid idiot and acted that way in from on a patient.

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( USS Illuminar - Sickbay - Science Ens. Penny McTaggard - 09:16 )

Penny was feeling much better. She was not sure whether it was the change in medication or the delicious beef broth stew she had been eating. It tasted just like her grandmothers.

Whenever she had been poorly as a girl. Her gran would roll up her sleeves. Take over kitchen and in minutes the whole house would smell of delicious cooking. Penny always had first bowl when she was ill.

McTaggard wondered how the recipe had been programmed into the replicators. Then Penny remembered she was not the only family member. Currently serving in the fleet. Her cousin Stan More on the Exeter must of put it there. Well maybe he was not a silly haggis head after all.

After finishing the bowl. She looked around for the nice lady Doctor. McTaggard liked her. She hoped to be aloud out of sickbay today.

“ Hello Doctor. I do feel better today!” She said smiling

( Reply, Solice )
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(USS Illuminar -- Sickbay -- Deck 5 -- Medical Examiner -- Dr. Mason Quincy -- 0917)

Mason’s primary job was to conduct autopsies when needed.  He licked it when his patients did not talk back.  He also loved his civilian status in Starfleet.  He was just biding his time until a position for an ME came available on Earth.  But it was his position as a physician that the Chief Medical Officer needed.  Lt. Solice had come to him and asked for him to help in Sickbay.  

He casually walked into the iso ward whether McTaggard was resting.

“ Hello Doctor. I do feel better today!” She said smiling

“I can tell with that smile you have.  Such an infectious smile you have.”  He said as he looked at her file.

(Reply McTaggard)

“I am Dr. Quincy.  You can call me Mason.  Doc Solice made a note that you can be released from here today.”  

(Reply Mc Taggard)

“I have that power to let you go.”  

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(USS Illuminar -- Sickbay -- Deck 5 - Science Ens. Penny McTaggard - 09:18 )

Penny was suddenly very aware she was not wearing any make up or perfume. Plus her usually pale skin had gone all red and blotchy. Also her red long  hair looked like a tangled mop.

“I can tell with that smile you have.  Such an infectious smile you have.”  He said as he looked at her file.

~ Ouch what wee dish ye are did ye hurt yer self when yer fell from heaven ~ She thought

“ Hello.” Penny said aloud

“I am Dr. Quincy.  You can call me Mason.  Doc Solice made a note that you can be released from here today.”  

~ I’d rather call yer husband yer desirable hunk of flesh ~ She thought

“ Oh.” Penny said aloud

“I have that power to let you go.”  

~ Marry me you gorgeous example of a Homosapien ~ She thought 

“ Great!” Penny said aloud

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 ( USS Edmund Hillary – Passenger Cabin- CO- Captain Sekal- 0920)

The call from the pilot cabin had come through, the door had opened and ramp extended. The Captain was the first out of the shuttle to greet Admiral Skeese who was walking toward them accompanied by Ensign Lee and two Sharlayans. The Ambassadorial party was with him as well. The expansive passenger cabin of the craft had been necessary in order to carry them all.

Sekal stood formally with members of his command crew and senior officers standing behind him in a line parallel to the Hillary. This could have been done on the Illuminar but he had made the decision to do so on the Sharlayan's home soil before stepping onto a Federation transport as it showed a greater amount of deference to the Sharlayan as he boarded a UFP conveyance.

He stepped forward as the other party neared. "Admiral Skeese may I present my senior officers who will be accompanying you to the Illuminar. My Executive officer Commander Verin and Lieutenants Alyl from science, Gregory from Operations and Dr. Solice who has oversight of the medical department. Ensign Lee from the security department will be overseeing your safety while on the ship."

(Reply: Skeese, any present)

"The flight to the Illuminar will be a short one followed by a tour of the ship then a banquet in your honor served up by one of our chefs onboard. If you care to spend the day aboard we have VIP rooms available."

(Reply: Skeese)

He turned and escorted the Sharlayan aboard, the officers before the ramp stepping aside.

"This craft is the USS Edmund Hillary, named for the first Terran explorer to reach the highest geographic point on their planet; the summit of Mount Everest. The other shuttles on the ship are much smaller but all named after an explorer as well. Exploration of our galaxy is a driving tenet of Star Fleet."

(Reply: Skeese, any present)

He escorted the Sharlayans to the front row nearest the pilot cabin and waited until the natives had taken seats then he and Commander Verin sat on the opposite row. 

Once everyone was seated he tapped his combadge. "Lieutenant Grey Wolf all are ready. Prepare to leave Kal'Shar."

(Reply: Skeese, any present)

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(USS Illuminar -- Sickbay -- Deck 5 - ME Mason Quincy - 09:22 )

“ Oh.” Penny said aloud
 
“I have that power to let you go.”  
 
“ Great!” Penny said aloud
 
Mason moved closer to Penny and took her hand .  He proceeded to hold her wrist with his fingers.  He was taking her pulse.  “Your pulse is racing.”
 
(Reply  McTaggard)
 
He then placed his hands on her cheeks and looked into the eyes, “Your eyes are all clear.  Ms. McTaggard, I declare you fit as a fiddle, but you tell me, is there anything I need to look at.”  Mason waited
 
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(Kal’Shar- Surface zone- Landing Pad- Admiral Skeese- 0925)

The last cycle had been quite stress for the Admiral.  After the council meeting he met with each of the council members individually.  They wanted to continue to voice their concerns and ask when the help this Illuminar was planning on providing would begin, and how they would prioritize its distribution.  By the time he was done there was a huge pain growing behind his eyes that matched the one in his back side.  He was lucky that he made it back to his dwelling before he simply passed out on his bed.

He had done little else the remainder of the day or this morning.  He wanted to be well rested and prepared for this journey.  He had absolutely no idea what he was in for.  In his entire life he had never been further than a surface walk away from Kal’Shar.  Now he was about to embark on a trip that would take him to virtually a brand new world and see things that he never thought possible.  He felt quite giddy.

Part of the evening he had spent with Rhysee. They talked about a great many things, from what was expected of the Captain if something unforeseen happened and Skeese did not make it back.  That would make him the new Admiral.  Skeese knew that his son was up to the task, but he wanted his son to be sure of it as well.  After his son left his dwelling Skeese spent time talking with his mate.  He cursed her for not being there to see this momentous occasion, and he cried, missing her and wishing she could be there to go with him.  

Now, standing in front of the vessel that was designated to take them to the Illuminar he never felt so alone.  The one thing that he looked forward to was seeing Genesse when he arrived.  She had been his singular comfort since the passing of his mate.  Neither of them were any good at being alone.  Both had to many ghosts of their past haunting them, and they often found comfort from those spirits with each other.  Their trysts were the worst kept secret on Kal’Shar, but Skeese and Genesse continue the façade that nobody knew.  The sneaking around was half the fun.  Although Skeese felt guilty about the betrayal of his love.  

The people of the Illuminar had built a connecting tunnel from the entrance of Kal’shar to the entrance of the “shuttle.”  Riven Mias and Michaella had met him at the Room of Decisions.  They exchanged pleasantries and then said a few things that he really hadn’t paid much attention to.  His mind was already wandering to what he could possibly experience on this adventure.  They all walked together through the halls, greeting those who came to wish him well.  It was as if he were getting sent off to an afterlife.  It was a little disquieting.

Once they arrived at the entrance chamber and Skeese saw the tunnel, he realized the amount of work that these people were capable of in such a short time.  It was the first time he began to really believe that they could do what they had promised.  It just all seemed to fantastical.  He looked to his son, impressed looks on both of their faces.

The door of the shuttle opened and Captain Sekal stepped out and walked down a ramp.  Skeese smiled and step forward to greet he “Vulcan,” as he had been made aware was his race.  Skeese was being flanked by two of his own Se’cors, and a Federationer he recognized but could not recall the name.  Riven and Michaella hung back.  

 "Admiral Skeese may I present my senior officers who will be accompanying you to the Illuminar. My Executive officer Commander Verin and Lieutenants Alyl from science, Gregory from Operations and Dr. Solice who has oversight of the medical department. Ensign Lee from the security department will be overseeing your safety while on the ship.”

Many of the titles were lost on Skeese, be the names were starting to come easier to him.  They weren’t that much stranger than his own peoples.  He rolled them around in his head before he spoke them out loud.  With hands down, palms out, he bowed to each of them in turn.

“Commander Verin,” he spoke carefully, “I am uncertain as to what an … executing officer is, but I must assume you either execute those not following directions, or execute the orders of your captain.  I hope it is the later.”

(reply Verin)

He nodded to Alyl, and took in the spots on the side of his head, “Lieutenant Alyl, I would be interested to see what your science is.  We have many scientists in our Colonists, but have not seen what they have produce recently.”

(reply Alyl)

He smiled when he saw Gregory, because at least he understood Operations.  “Lieutenant Gregory, I have a great apprciation for your Operations.  Perhaps you could speak with my own operations people some time.  We have much to learn from each other.”

Skeese moved to greet Lee.  Lee looked different than the others, and he wondered what alien race he was from.  “Ensign Lee, let us hope we won’t require your services at this point of interactions.”

(reply Lee)

"The flight to the Illuminar will be a short one,” Sekal stated, "followed by a tour of the ship then a banquet in your honor served up by one of our chefs onboard. If you care to spend the day aboard we have VIP rooms available."

Skeese was literally overwhelmed.  The words were almost foreign to him.  He understood, to an extent, VIP, he had read about such things in a manual when he took over as Admiral.  But since they hadn’t really had much interactions with others before the Federation, these niceties had not been practiced in generations.  The thought of spending the entire day away from Kal’Shar  was a bit unnerving, but perhaps it was the respite he needed.  A banquet, he could only imagine, was probably a much grander an event than he was able to produce on Kal’Shar. And from his conversations with Michaella he was intrigued to try out this thing called chalk-o-latt, especially on something she called iced cream.  What did she call it?  A sunny day.  The juxtaposition of the words promised for new taste.  

“I look forward to seeing you ship Captain Sekal,” Skeese said.  “It will be the experience of, well, my lifetime anyway.”  He looked over at Michaella and continued, “And I am truly interested to try some of the foods that your Ambassadors have spoke so highly of."

Sekal ushered Skeese towards the shuttle.  Before stepping towards it he turned the Sec’or 1 standing next to him.  “Tell my s.., Captain Rhysee that he need not concern himself.  I have trust in these people and will contact him when I have a chance.”  He looked at Sekal for acknowledgment of that statement, and received a simple nod.

As they walked up the ramp Sekal began his tour of the shuttle, explaining the name given to it,  and that all of their shuttles were named after explorers.

"Exploration of our galaxy is a driving tenet of Star Fleet,” Sekal concluded.

Skeese nodded and smiled, “So are all of your ships named after historical figures.  Who is this Illuminar and what did he explore?  Our ships name is much more… practical.”

(reply Sekal)

As Sekal spoke he led them into the ship and to a row of seats that looked more soft and comfortable than anything he had ever sat on in his life.  He slowly lowered himself into a seat and drew a breath as he sank into the cushion.  His eyes were wide as he sat back in to the seat. Then he closed his eyes for a moment as he reveled in the newness of the comfort.  He opened his eyes and leaned across to the Captain and whispered, “How can I get one of these seats for Kal’Shar.”  Then he chuckled.

(reply Sekal)

Skeese watched as the others filed into the cabin and took their seats.  Then Sekal tapped the insignia on his chest and spoke into it.  He had seen this happen before but suddenly understood the significance of the act.  It was not just a salute but a way to activate their communications.  On such a small device.  Incredible.

 "Lieutenant Grey Wolf all are ready,” Sekal announced. "Prepare to leave Kal'Shar.”

Skeet’s stomach lurched a little when he heard those words.  Prepare to leave Kal’shar.  He wasn’t sure if he would ever truly be prepared for that.  Suddenly a female voice sounded in the intercom system.

 =^=Welcome aboard to the Admiral and our diplomatic corps. The Hillary will be lifting off shortly, all passengers prepare for takeoff. If you're new to the ship you will find the webbing for the seat restraints to the right on your seat, pull it across your body and buckle it on your left. The harness will adapt itself to your frame. All passengers to remain in their seats during the flight. There are observation windows in the hull I will be opening after liftoff.”

Skeese followed the directions of the voice, he assumed was said Lieutenant Grey Wolf.  Once he was secured he noted that three people came to check his status.   He knew he wasn’t sophisticated, but the directions were pretty simple.  The next thing that happened, however, removed all sense of irritation.  The ceiling over his head pulled back and revealed a vision of star specked space.  Noticeably, in the middle of the view was a white object that must be the Illuminar.

Suddenly there was the sensation of pressure as the ship leapt off the hull of Kal’Shar, which just as quickly disappeared.  Skeese had never felt the sensation of inertial displacement before, beyond what he normally would have felt in a transport vehicle in the ship.  He could feel a slight lurch in his intestines, but soon managed the feelings.

He leaned over to Mias with a smile.  “I cannot imagine doing that every day.  It was frightening and exhilarating at the same time.”

(reply Mias)

Skeese had completely lost track of time as he watched the ship get closer and closer.  He was sure that the pilot had maneuvered  his approach so that the view would have maximum impact.  She had been correct.  He was awed at what he was looking at, knowing that it was man made only made the sense of the accomplishment that much greater.  As they moved parallel to long tubes that seemed to emanate power he asked, “What are those?”

(reply any)

The transport then made it’s way under the ship, if you could call it under since in space there was little difference between up and down.  Then a bright light came out of the ship and coated the shuttle.  It rocked a little, and then smoothly went inside the ship.  A few moments later it had settled onto the deck, the light switched off and another light shone across the entrance of the hall they were in with other shuttles.

=^=The Hillary is now docking. Welcome to the USS Illuminar. She's the Federation's newest class of ship and the brainchild of her Captain and commanding officer. May her service be long and distinguished. Once the docking bay has pressurized we will be opening the hatch. I hope you enjoy your stay.=^=

Skeese almost laughed as the words did really match the moment.  It didn’t take long until the hatch opened and the officers of the Illuminar filed out of the ship.  Once they were out Sekal helped Skeese from his restraints and they left the ship.  Skeese stumbled a little, feeling a little unsteady, but soon regained his footing, and stepped down the ramp.  He waited at the end of the ramp for a moment before he took the largest step of his life.  One onto another ship.  He knew that from this moment on his life would never be the same.

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( USS Edmund Hillary – Passenger Cabin – COps Lieutenant Dieter Gregory - 0935)
 
His revery was shattered by the announcement that they had landed.  He secured the PADD and accompanied the Captain out of the Shuttle to wait for the Sharlayan party. . 
 
Introductions were made and pleasantries were exchanged.
 
Soon everyone was back on board the shuttle and ready to leave for the Illuminar.
 
Gregory took a seat near Jaton.  “What is the Trill perspective on the Prime Directive?” he asked quietly.
 
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( USS Edmund Hillary – Passenger Cabin – CSO Lieutenant (jg) Jaton Alyl - 0936)

Jaton stood at attention as the captain introduced the senior staff and exchanged pleasantries with the Sharlayan admiral. When Sekal gestured to him and said his name, Jaton bowed his head in deference to the admiral.

Within a few minutes, the ceremony was over and they all piled back into the shuttle. Jaton took the same seat he had sat in on the way there, and looked around, ready to engage in small talk. Not something he particularly enjoyed, but it was something he'd mastered in his youth. Then Gregory sat next to him once again. Jaton smiled at the man.

“What is the Trill perspective on the Prime Directive?” Gregory asked quietly.

"Well definitely not the small talk I was expecting, but it's good to know you've gotten off work at last," Jaton replied with a muffled chuckle.

(reply Gregory)

"Traditionally the Trill have been quite non-interventionist, even isolationist before we joined the Federation. And that didn't change even upon membership until about 80 years ago. The thought was that we shouldn't interfere with the inner workings of any society, lest the same be visited on us, exposing the Symbionts to the wider galaxy."

(reply Gregory)

"Of course that changed when the Enterprise learned the truth about Ambassador Odan, and Trill society became more open. Slowly but surely. Look at how fast they withdrew from the Federation after all."

(reply Gregory, any)
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(USS Edmund Hillary – Pilot Cabin – Flight Ops/Conn- Lieutenant (jg)- Tempest Grey Wolf- 0940)

All passengers were stowed away on board, the hatch was sealed and the air had been cycled out of the cargo delivery building. The light was green to go. The engines had been operating at reduced power mode but never taken completely offline because of the quick turnaround so Tempest merely began increasing power after going painstakingly through the preflight checklist with Montero. 

She opened the comm. "Welcome aboard to the Admiral and our diplomatic corps. The Hillary will be lifting off shortly, all passengers prepare for takeoff. If you're new to the ship you will find the webbing for the seat restraints to the right on your seat, pull it across your body and buckle it on your left. The harness will adapt itself to your frame. All passengers to remain in their seats during the flight. There are observation windows in the hull I will be opening after liftoff."

The roof was retracting above them, once fully opened she increased engine power to flight optimum and gave the ship vertical thrust. The Hillary rose from the deck with alacrity and was soon clear of the structure.

"Montero please open the viewports for our guests. We don't want them to miss the stunning view."

(Reply: Montero)

She brought the nose up and began a slow ascent to cruising altitude with the asteroid falling away beneath them. With no atmosphere the starfield took the place of a sky and stars twinkled brightly against the velvety blackness of space. She banked the Hillary in a slow turn to bring it on course back to Illuminar.

The broken surface rolled away beneath them for twelve kilometers before she accelerated and the craft shot away from Kal'Shar at one quarter impulse.

"Montero please keep in communication with the ship. My hands are going to be busy making sure that the Admiral has a nice view."

(Reply: Montero)

A few minutes later Illuminar came near and she turned as they closed until the starboard side was parallel to the ship, matched speed for a moment then accelerated and swung above and ahead of the bow in a sweeping turn to starboard showing off the newest Federation starship class to Skeese's astonished view.

The turn ended parallel to the starboard nacelle at which time she lowered the nose and dove under the belly of the ship then made a 180° turn as she decelerated.

"Moving to the primary hull for docking." 

(Reply: Montero)

The Hillary eased forward beneath the belly of the Engineering hull until the saucer section was above them. Once in position the docking bay tractor beam locked on and drew them up into the ship. The Edmund Hillary was once again home after a short and she hoped eye-opening flight.

She keyed the comm again. "The Hillary is now docking. Welcome to the USS Illuminar. She's the Federation's newest class of ship and the brainchild of her Captain and commanding officer. May her service be long and distinguished. Once the docking bay has pressurized we will be opening the hatch. I hope you enjoy your stay."

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( USS Edmund Hillary – Passenger Cabin – COps Lieutenant Dieter Gregory -- 0941)
  
“Well definitely not the small talk I was expecting, but it’s good to know you’ve gotten off work at least,” Jaton chuckled.
 
Gregory shook his head, “It’s still work, friend.  I have already lost a man on my watch because of inattention to details.  Now the fate of thousands are in my hands.  If I make the wrong recommendations, they die.  Generations of a race that left their homes in something akin to a wooden boat.  The dangers of fission reactors, with lost knowledge.  It’s a tragedy in the abstract, but it’s not abstract for the Sharlayan.”
 
“We are circling in on a solution, but one that may require us to, at a minimum, bend the Prime Directive, if not outright break it.”
 
“Traditionally the Trill have been quite non-interventionist, even isolationist before we joined the Federation.  And that didn’t change even upon membership until about 80 years ago.   The thought was that we shouldn't interfere with the inner workings of any society, lest the same be visited on us, exposing the Symbionts to the wider galaxy."
 
“But the Dax symbiont was so critical to the Federation, brokering peace with the Klingons, playing an instrumental role in the opening of the Wormhole and the subsequent fight against the Dominion.  Seems counter intuitive.”  Gregory shrugged. 
 
"Of course that changed when the Enterprise learned the truth about Ambassador Odan, and Trill society became more open. Slowly but surely. Look at how fast they withdrew from the Federation after all."
 
Gregory nodded.  “Thanks.  Just building my argument so I can do better with the Captain than I did with Socrates.”
 
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( USS Edmund Hillary – Passenger Cabin – CSO Lieutenant (jg) Jaton Alyl -- 0943)

“Traditionally the Trill have been quite non-interventionist, even isolationist before we joined the Federation.  And that didn’t change even upon membership until about 80 years ago.   The thought was that we shouldn't interfere with the inner workings of any society, lest the same be visited on us, exposing the Symbionts to the wider galaxy."

“But the Dax symbiont was so critical to the Federation, brokering peace with the Klingons, playing an instrumental role in the opening of the Wormhole and the subsequent fight against the Dominion.  Seems counter intuitive.”  Gregory shrugged.

"Of course that changed when the Enterprise learned the truth about Ambassador Odan, and Trill society became more open. Slowly but surely. Look at how fast they withdrew from the Federation after all."

Gregory nodded.  “Thanks.  Just building my argument so I can do better with the Captain than I did with Socrates.”

Jaton crossed his legs and turned towards Gregory. "Ah, well if it helps, Dieter, I have a very different view to tradition. Much like many younger Trill. If I may?"

(reply Gregory)

"The Prime Directive is rooted in good intentions but causes more problems than it solves. We are supposed to stand by and allow a society to suffer while we withhold the solution to their problems? How is that ethical? I get that it might be because they aren't technologically advanced enough, but at the same time development of warp drive seems like such an arbitrary cutoff. Take the coronavirus outbreak on Earth in the early 21st century for example. Over three million humans were killed by a disease we can easily treat today. If a Vulcan ship had come by should they have just stood by as millions died? It's just cruel."

(reply Gregory)

"I think that while the Prime Directive is problematic, its intentions are good. I don't think it should be scrapped entirely. Rather I think that it should be amended to state that we can interfere in situations where an authority figure directly asks for our help, that help does not interfere with their sovereignty in any way, and does not violate the basic sentient rights of any life form."

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(USS Edmund Hillary – Pilot Cabin – Pilot Ensign (sg) Vic “Raid” Montero - 0945)

"Montero please open the viewports for our guests. We don't want them to miss the stunning view."
 
“Copy.  Opening the viewport. “ Montero activated the viewports.  “Out the Starboard window, you can see the magnificence of the Kal’Shar.” He said into his comm. 
 
Watching the navigation, “And coming up you can see the USS Katherine Johnson, anchored on the surface, ready to provide energy and support to the Kal’Shar while the engineering works to repair the engine. 
 
Gray Wolf continued to navigate the shuttle over the asteroid.  Montero kept scanning the asteroid to help fill in the missing pieces of the scans on the Iluminar.
 
As the shuttle finished skimming over the surface, Grey Wolf adjusted course to the Illuminar. 
 
"Montero please keep in communication with the ship. My hands are going to be busy making sure that the Admiral has a nice view."
 
Montero nodded, “Hillary to Illuminar..  We are returning to base with the VIP party.  We will be making a pass around the ship before docking Eta 5 minutes.”
 
=^= Copy Hillary.  You are cleared for flyby. =^=
 
“Thank you Illuminar.  Hillary out.”
 
Manning the scanners, he kept monitoring the flight path.  As Gray Wolf began moving to docking, Montero activated his comm again, “Hillary to Illuminar.  Request permission to dock.”
 
=^= Hillary, permission to dock granted.  Prepare for tractor beam. =^=
 
Moments later, the Hillary was back in its cradle. His fingers moved over the controls while the two ships stabilized pressure.
 
Grey Wolf spoke over the comm. "The Hillary is now docking. Welcome to the USS Illuminar. She's the Federation's newest class of ship and the brainchild of her Captain and commanding officer. May her service be long and distinguished. Once the docking bay has pressurized, we will be opening the hatch. I hope you enjoy your stay."
 
While the passengers disembarked Montero and Gray Wolf started working through the shutdown checklist.,
 
“Lieutenant,” Montero asked, “How do you think the Sharlayan’s are going to get off the asteroid when they come to their new home planet?”
 
(Grey Wolf)
 
“I noticed this large area here on the last scan, it is on the opposite side from the engine space.  These groves form a square almost a half a kilometer a side.” Montero said,  “Just got me wondering.”
 
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(Kal'Shar- Domain of the Keepers- Engineering deck- Engineering Technician Gabriel Rofstani- 1025)

The technician trudged through the gate into the the decon area and booted up the system as three more techs piled in behind him and shut the door. The panel lit up in green as the isotonic absorption field began taking the degrading atomic nuclei and absorbing them. The system used the energy being emitted by the nuclei as it rearranged the atomic structure turning them into stable and harmless atoms. So the system wasn't self-sustaining but it's energy footprint was impressively reduced. It was fortunate that such technology was available due to the intense "hot zone" the Engineering group was working in.

The technology itself could have been used to clean out the Sharlayan's Engineering section but continually disassembling then reassembling the equipment as it was moved deeper into their power systems section would have eaten up a considerable amount of time. The old style foam that one of the cadets had dug up helped with that. The syntactic foam could be sprayed on and around everything would draw out the nucleonic emissions and after a suitable time period would be removed and safely disposed of.

~If I had my druthers they just fire it into a passing star with those nearly exhausted fuel rods and be done with it. Suns love fuel and could handle it nicely.~

The readouts had gone to red as the system sensed the nuclei on their gear then over the next several minutes changed to orange and then yellow indicating a decreasing presence of the offending material. When it finally returned to green he knew they were clean.

He removed the helmet he was wearing and wiped his forehead on his right sleeve. "About time."

The door that led to the other sections of the Keepers work and living spaces opened and he stepped through while keeping his eyes open for one of the officers. He had almost made a complete circuit of the expansive area immediately outside of the Sharlayans Engineering hold when he spotted Tycho Alantar standing with his back to him.

Alantar had been forced out of the area earlier due to the strict time weighted dosage limit allowed by Doctor Solice and would still be going back in soon for another two hour stretch. Gabriel himself wouldn't be allowed in for another six.

"Ensign Alantar sir." He spoke up as he came near the officer. "The fuel rods have all been removed and contained and are being sent to storage. The reactor is ready for repairs."

(Reply: Alantar)

"Yes sir, the power couplings from the shuttle to their main internal power lines will be completed before the end of the day. Once they are ready to do the handover I understand the Sharlayan's emergency generator will be taken down for inspection and maintenance. Still a heck of a lot of work to do."

(Reply: Alantar)

"Yeah I just came out and I'm ready for some chow. Working in that hot zone has spurred my appetite for some reason or maybe just made me appreciate the small things more, I'm not sure which. That's the passdown. Anything else you need before I slip back into uniform for my downtime?"

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(Kal'Shar- Domain of the Keepers- Engineering deck- Engineering
Officer Tycho Alantar -1027)
Tycho was itching to get back into the physical work. The strict regs
about time inside the irradiated zone kept him from getting into a
really good flow state. He could go a whole shift - more when the
project was highly interesting or complex - on one project when he had
a mind to, but he was an officer, and  that came with responsibility.
The two hour limit did offer him the time he needed for the
coordination of multiple shifts and crews crossing paths and projects,
so he had little to say regarding it that wouldn't sound petulant

One of the assigned techs approached him while he was running over the
current work in response to the message sent earlier in the day. Tycho
recognized him from the crew manifest more than anything else, as he'd
only caught glimpses of the man previously. "Ensign Alantar sir. The
fuel rods have all been removed and contained and are being sent to
storage. The reactor is ready for repairs."

He nodded and made a note with his stylus before looking at , "Thank
you, Mr. Rofstani, that's another item off the list. Do you also have
a report on the current project status inside?"

"Yes sir, the power couplings from the shuttle to their main internal
power lines will be completed before the end of the day. Once they are
ready to do the handover I understand the Sharlayan's emergency
generator will be taken down for inspection and maintenance. Still a
heck of a lot of work to do."

He smiled at that a bit and cocked his head, "Indeed, I would have to
say that's an accurate assessment. We've come a long way already, but
many miles to go as they say. You just finished shift inside, yes?
Anything physiological you are experiencing will also be good to
know." He didn't think of it as an order, but every piece of
information when you were in a strange situation was useful, so he
listened to the response with vested interest.

"Yeah I just came out and I'm ready for some chow. Working in that hot
zone has spurred my appetite for some reason or maybe just made me
appreciate the small things more, I'm not sure which. That's the
passdown. Anything else you need before I slip back into uniform for
my downtime?"

He took a second to suss out the current progress, glancing at his
PADD again for the current roster with a hand rubbing his beard, "No,
I think you've probably earned that meal break. If you experience
anything more potent than hunger, please let me know and report to Dr.
Solice." It was standing orders, but Tycho knew that reminders greased
the wheels, so he was careful to remind anyone he spoke with,
particularly those coming out of the hot zone.

(Reply Rofstani IYW, none needed)

The tech headed off to his reward for hard work, and Tycho went back
to his PADD and accepting other reports as people came to him. There
was an office ready and available to him, but he preferred to be in
the mix, so offices were simply superfluous except for storing items
and data for working on the next time.
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(Kal'Shar- Engineering Section - Engineering Cadet Oda Berr- 1030)

Berr looked across the devastation that used to be the engineering section of the charlatan ship.  First of all, it was vast.  The sheer size of the nuclear powered engine was awesome to look at.  He could see how anyone could be impressed by its creation, just looking at it.  The Sharlayans may have felt that it was miraculous.  He had to give it some respect.  And clearly it did the job, as it powered the ship for nearly 500 years, without that many problems.  But of course, when it did have a problem, it was a critical failure.

His team had spent the morning surveying the area.  It was still to difficult to see what initially caused the meltdown of the engine, but he could see the results.  There was, at some point, an explosion and fire, which is probably what killed the engineering clan of the Sharlayans.  Those that survived were mostly likely boiled alive by the superheated steam, which melted a great deal of the metal items in the room.  After that the affect of the gamma radiation from the already melted core material probably destroyed the molecular structure of anyone still living. If anyone survived that it would have been a slow and agonizing death caused by genetic mutations caused by the radioactive isotopes that had embedded themselves throughout the Sharlayans’ bodies.

Berr shivered at the thought.  He was not much of a biologist, or medic, but he knew enough to know that none of it was a pleasant way to go.  He planned of dying an old man, surrounded by his loved ones, perhaps even on Bajor.    He’d seen enough death in his short life, and was able to look at the scene and maintain some level of dispassion.  Others were not so lucky, and he knew that someone was going to have to clean that up too.

Clearly, whatever started the meltdown, the actual cause was an uncontrolled power excursion.  Looking at the damage to the core, as well as its protective casing was evident.  A whole was blown in the contain,eat chamber that you could drive a small shuttle through it.  There was even bucking to the wall of the ship.  Berr was surprised that it didn’t breach into space completely.  

The first order of business was to remove the core fuel rods.  This was going to be a challenge as they were warped and partially fused.  They needed to put the rods into insulated containers.  Those could then be safely removed and stored until they could deactivate the fissionable material.  That should be fun.  It took three teams to remove the rods from the core and store them.  They did manage to clear the radioactive material in one go before everyone had to go through a round of decon.  On his way out he looked at the remain engine that was still in tact, miraculously, and was the sole power source for the ship.  If something happened to that right now… well things could get ugly for a while.

He joined the team on the way back to the surface, already planning the deionization of the chamber, and preparing to put in alternate power sources to run the ship until they replace the engines completely.  He took a deep breath thinking that this was exactly the type of project he signed up for with the fleet.

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(Sharlayan Generation Ship, Kal'Shar- Surface- Engineering Bunker-  Engineering Cadet Oda Berr- 1100)

Berr spent some time directing the containers of the damaged fuel rods from the Sharlayan engineering section of the the ship when he spotted Ensign Alantar.  The little man stood out in a crowd, if for no other reason than the condition of his hair and beard.  The Bajoran barely knew the Ensign since they had not had an opportunity to work together yet.  However, technically, he was the ranking officer in the bunker and he felt that it would probably be best to report in.

He moved over to Alantar and presented himself, “Ensign Alantar? Cadet Oda Berr.  I’ve been put in charge of the clean up of the engineering section, since my team an I have devised a way to deionize the radiation contamination.”  He smiled to himself as he thought for the thirtieth time, sounds like a song.  Radiation Contamination.

Then he refocused, “I just wanted you to know that we have been able to remove the damaged fissionable material from their engine core and stored them in hydrothermal containers.  We’ve stored them outside the perimeter of our encampment until we are able to remove them from the ship and dispose of them properly.  My team and I are due fro a quick round of decon and then we will be heading down with pressurized canisters of our tetrahedral aluminum silicate compound that has been diluted into a foam.”

He stood there waiting to see what Alantar had to say.

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(Kal'Shar- Domain of the Keepers- Engineering deck- Engineering
Officer Tycho Alantar - 1101)
He was reviewing the stats on the foam, giving credit where credit was
due. He made a note to give the cadet a positive note of commendation
in his file. Slightly distracted by a side question of how to help the
Sharlayans manage their ship after the Starfleet crew had left, he
flicked his head up later than his normal reaction times and mentally
chided himself for letting his senses fall down in favour of immersing
himself into the tech. The cadet had gotten within arms reach, and
Tycho was better than that.

“Ensign Alantar? Cadet Oda Berr.  I’ve been put in charge of the clean
up of the engineering section, since my team an I have devised a way
to deionize the radiation contamination.”

For a second the young Bajoran looked to shift his focus, but quickly
continued his report, “I just wanted you to know that we have been
able to remove the damaged fissionable material from their engine core
and stored them in hydrothermal containers.  We’ve stored them outside
the perimeter of our encampment until we are able to remove them from
the ship and dispose of them properly.  My team and I are due for a
quick round of decon and then we will be heading down with pressurized
canisters of our tetrahedral aluminum silicate compound that has been
diluted into a foam.”

Tycho smiled and put out a hand in greeting, "Ah, Cadet, I was just
reading through the specs on that foam again. I must say, well done on
the discovery."

(reply Berr)

He nodded, "Credit given where due, Cadet. You may not have invented
it, but you brought it to our attention. That kind of thinking is
valuable in the fleet. Stay on your toes and find things your
co-officers miss. No ship runs on one person alone." He waggled his
finger teasingly at that last bit, it was a humbling thought just as
much as an encouraging one. No one - aside from the inimitable
Engineer Captain Montgomery "Miracle Worker" Scott.

(reply Berr)

"Walk with me a moment, Cadet, I need to get my suit from the office."
He stored his personal equipment there so he could fiddle and make
improvements. His radiation suit was standard issue, but he'd added
extra heads up displays, and other minor improvements. It looked a
little worse for wear, as his suit was one generation behind the
current standard - at least on the outside. Inside, the suit was lined
and outfitted with all the current specs and reqs.

As they walked, he asked, "I'm asking this of everyone, Cadet. I'd
like to know how you're experiencing the hot zone. Dr. Solice can use
that data, and if we learn enough, there's a;ways the possibility of
improving on our ability and efficacy inside.

(reply Berr, Rofstani, any)
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(Kal'Shar- District 3 Peliar-  Athid Weir   ACOUNS ACMO   LT JG   Ariel Trei - 13.45)

Lo'San seemed to accept her answer.  He said that he though the chocolate she spoke of would help lift the spirits of the people.  She picked some fruit off the table and placed it on her plate.  She was low on fruit juice so she poured some more in her glass.  She tapped her COMM.

^= Trei to Illuminar.  A request has been made by the Sharlayans for chocolate.  Please replicate a generous portion for the Sharlayans to try in their rations.  Trei out.^=

She returned to face Lo'San and asked if he wanted to know anything else about her.

"Do you any more questions about me?"

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(USS Illuminar – Deck 1 – Conference Room –COps Lieutenant Dieter Gregory – 1800)
 
Gregory had invited the Captain, Commander Williams as well as the Ambassador.  He also asked Lieutenant Alyl from science, and the heads of the engineering teams working on Operation New Hope to the meeting.  It was time to make some hard and important decisions about the next steps of the operation.  He knew what his recommendation would be, but this was a decision that he hoped the Captain and Ambassador would agree with.
 
The day had been one of distraction, with the Admiral of the Sharlayan ship on board, and all the pomp and circumstance that a diplomatic visit entailed.  He’d been kept abreast of the developments on Operation, as well as recommendations being passed up from the engineering teams. 
 
The fuel rods were, if not spent, not in the best shape.  The whole system was showing significant wear and tear, both from the age of the system and the bombardment of the fission reactions used to power the ship.  It was an energy hog, and very inefficient.  However, it had lasted almost 1000 years before they had a major incident so the ancient Sharlayan engineers did an amazing job.
 
Looking around the room, he put up some images on the screen.  “Good evening Captain, Ambassador.  I apologize for asking to this meeting after the activities of today, but we are at a crossroads and some decisions have to be made.”
 
“The good news is Engineering, a Cadet Oda Berr, has taken an old idea and refreshed it.  Initial tests show that this compound will be able to decontaminate the space and more is being replicated as we speak.  This formula is a penetrating compound that will help address any deeper contamination as well.  Ensign Alantar is monitoring the progress of that project. ”
 
He paused, “What you see on the screen behind me are images and data taken by the engineering teams working in the hot zone.  The long and short of it is that the system is, by and large, shot.  While we might repair it, after almost 1000 years, it’s seen better days.  Engineering has been modeling the data and we need to think outside the box.”
 
“Ensign Matrix,” Gregory nodded to the young man, “Has been working on trying to decode the details of the information he recovered from the Sharlayan computers.  He can answer specific questions about that work.  Between what he’s found, and our own measurements we’ve taken, we have a good idea about the power output needs. “
 
“Ensign Transitor’s team has worked out the best way to convert our energy output to run the ship while we affect repairs. That has also given us an understanding how to address the longer-term power needs of the ship as it completes its journey.  With the Admiral’s permission, we’ll be switching over the power during the Sharlayan night to minimize disruptions to their light cycles.” 
 
“Now we come to the crux of the matter.  With all this information we’ve learned and the state of the Sharlayan reactor, I would propose that we convert the Sharlayan reactor to a fusion based system.  This would be cleaner, provide better power outputs, and be smaller than their current reactor.  Since we use fusion based reactors for our impulse drives, we have the necessary components on hand to fabricate a suitably sized system for the Sharlayan ship.  We can readily build in defaults while training some of their people on the operation and maintenance of the system.  I’d also propose we put some automatic alerts such that if something goes wrong, Star Fleet would be notified.”
 
“Sir, Mr. Ambassador, my concern is this.  Does this violate the Prime Directive?  I  have been wrestling with this question all day.”
 
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(Kal'Shar- Domain of the Keepers- Engineering deck- Engineering
Officer Tycho Alantar - 0545)
It was exceedingly early, but the work of helping the Sharlayans took
priority over everything else. Even so, it wasn't recommended to work
without a break here and there, and Tycho was taking advantage of the
time he had. He'd gone back to the Illuminar to check on his pets, but
rather than stay there to sleep, he'd come back to the Kal'Shar so he
could be immediately available if anything big arose.

So, he had woken early and found a grassy hillock in a secure,
radiation free zone. He'd change into uniform after his training
routine, but at the moment, his clothing might well be described as
pyjamas. A well kept, and very well used set of white pants and
jacket, with a belt that looked a dirty, dark grey for how often it
had been worn. You could see some scraps of black on the threadbare
belt, tied firmly in a double loop with the ends hung down from the
square knot.

Martial arts were often seen only as a method of combat training, and
that was all well and good for security, but Tycho's masters had
instilled in him that it could also be a form of meditation. As such,
his hands and feet slid with slow fluidity, which many had likened to
a dance. In his mind he had a partner to whom he was acting and
reacting with strikes and blocks that blended together.

He let his mind go quiet as he moved about, letting his thoughts fade.
Later, on shift, he would need to focus, and this meditation helped
ground him for that heavy duty work. Finishing off the last moves, his
mental opponent fully defeated, Tycho sat on his knees and closed his
eyes for a moment before getting up and grabbing his slip on sandals,
heading off to get breakfast and a shower before going on duty.

(Reply any, none needed)
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(USS Illuminar- Ready Room- CO, Captain Sekal- 0630)

It was going to be a busy morning aboard Kal'Shar. The disassembly of the reactor for repair was proceeding and the formula rediscovered by an engineering cadet would be deployed in bulk in order to begin cleaning out the engineering department of radiation.

Lieutenant Dieter Gregory had been called to the Ready Room prior to the performance of these tasks due to his handling of the responsibility the CO had passed to him. Lieutenant Gregory was sitting across the desk from him no doubt wondering at the private meeting and its purpose. The answer would not be long in coming.

"Lieutenant Gregory...," the Vulcan began, "... I have noted that your required command courses have been completed along with the requisite holodeck simulations. Except of course for one. I will be scheduling this final simulation to be carried out at a later date. Your coursework was handled in a timely manner and your scores meet the requirements."

He placed his hands on the desktop with his forefingers coming together in a "V" shape. 

"I selected a task for you, an additional test if you will to gauge your performance and so far you have met and in some cases exceeded expectations. That task being to oversee cleanup and repair on the Sharlayan ship. The cleanup has been well organized and is proceeding."

He paused and his eyes studied the officer for a moment. "There is still much to do and I expect difficulties may arise however based on your performance I see no logical reason to withhold recognition for your service so far."

(Reply: Gregory)

"Simply put Lieutenant I am promoting you to the third officer position on the Illuminar. You are well versed in the ship and its systems and have adeptly used what you have learned in your studies to handle the tasks given you. After the mission is completed you will rotate among all three shifts for 2 weeks on each. You will be commanding the bridge under supervision during that time and afterward should your performance be satisfactory you will be eligible to take a shift of your own. Your first two weeks of performance training will be under myself. At the end of that time period I will supervise your final simulation. Are there any questions on anything I have covered?"

(Reply: Gregory, room for more)

Sekal nodded his head sharply. "That is all Lieutenant, you may continue with your duties."

(Reply: Gregory)

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(USS Illuminar- Ready Room- COps Lieutenant Dieter Gregory -- 0635)
 
It has been a long night for Gregory, as he continued to oversee the dual mission of repairing the Sharlayan’s engines and the humanitarian crisis of food distribution.  The timeline had been adjusted, then adjusted again and yet a third time.  The food distribution was proceeding as well, but with the 9 hour time difference, it added a complication to the process.
 
His head had hit the pillow at about 0200 and he had barely fallen asleep when the message to come to the Captain’s ready room at 0630 was relayed to him.
 
Groaning, his body resisting waking up, Gregory forced himself to go running before hitting the shower.  A cup of extra strong tea and he was dressed and mostly functional at 0630 as he sat before the Captain.  He listened intently as the Captain started talking about Operation New Hope. 
 
"There is still much to do and I expect difficulties may arise however based on your performance I see no logical reason to withhold recognition for your service so far."
 
“Thank you, Sir.  The teams are doing an excellent job focusing on the complex task.  There is good communication and cooperation between all departments.”
 
"Simply put Lieutenant I am promoting you to the third officer position on the Illuminar. You are well versed in the ship and its systems and have adeptly used what you have learned in your studies to handle the tasks given you. After the mission is completed you will rotate among all three shifts for 2 weeks on each. You will be commanding the bridge under supervision during that time and afterward should your performance be satisfactory you will be eligible to take a shift of your own. Your first two weeks of performance training will be under myself. At the end of that time period, I will supervise your final simulation. Are there any questions on anything I have covered?"
 
“Thank you, Sir.  I look forward to the challenge.  I appreciate your continued confidence in me.”  Gregory replied. “I have no questions at this time, but I am sure they will come up over time.”
 
"That is all Lieutenant, you may continue with your duties,” the Captain said.
 
Gregory stood up.  “Yes sir.  Thank you, Sir,” he said as he took his leave and headed to his office to get more tea and review the progress.
 
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(Posted by Tim)
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