Exeter Compile 8 Dates: July 15, 2020 to July 21, 2020 Mission: The Flames of Purity, Day 15 >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Mission: The Flames of Purity Day: 15 Stardate: 2445.09.15 >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< (USS Exeter - Bridge - CIO/3O Lieutenant JG Jaelle Foxglove -1351) (USS Exeter - Sickbay - Caity Dubois & Dir. R&SE Ashlyn Williams - 1400) (USS Exeter - Intell Offices - CIO/3O Lieutenant JG Jaelle Foxglove and CTO Ensign Dareshaa -1403) (USS Exeter - Main Shuttlebay - Ens JG Doctor Katie Jamison (spc) - 1405) (USS Exeter - Main Shuttlebay - CMO - Ens Gabe Vespers - 1409) (USS Exeter - Main Shuttlebay - Ens JG Doctor Katie Jamison (spc) - 1410) (USS Exeter - Sickbay - Tac/Sec Ens.Stan More - 14:10) (USS Exeter - Sickbay –aCTO Ens Paul Sleeford 14:11) (USS Exeter - Main Shuttlebay - FO Lt(sg) Ailynn Bracken - 1411) (USS Exeter - COUNS Offices - Counsellor, Ens Jestayre "Jester" Lavorre - 1412) (USS Exeter - Shuttlebay - Counsellor, Ens Jestayre "Jester" Lavorre - 1415) (USS Exeter - Sickbay –MO, Ensign Kryos Ryelle, MD - 14:15) (USS Exeter – Bridge - Assistant CScio - Ensign SG – Adala Michaels – 1416) (USS Exeter - Shuttle Beta - CSO Lt JG Erin Cortez - 1417) (USS Exeter - Intell Offices - CIO/3O Lieutenant JG Jaelle Foxglove -1417) (USS Exeter - Sickbay –Nurse – CPO – Ewan McDonald - 14:17) (USS Exeter - Sickbay – Tac/Sec Ens Stan More - 14:20) (USS Exeter - Sickbay - SPC Ensign Greta Smith - 1421) (USS Exeter - Sickbay - CMO - Ens Gabe Vespers - 1422) (USS Exeter - Sickbay –SEC/TAC Ensign Paul Sleeford- 14:23) (USS Exeter – Bridge – 2O/CEO – Lieutenant Keira Merek – 1423) (USS Exeter - Main Shuttlebay - CIO/ 3O Lieutenant JG Jaelle Foxglove - 1423) (USS Exeter - Bridge, Ops - SPC Ensign Rylee Page - 1424) (USS Exeter – Shuttle Alpha- COO Lieutenant jg Ravok – 1424) (USS Exeter - Bridge - Assistant CScio - Ensign SG – Adala Michaels & Tac. PO3 Sytuk - 1425) (USS Exeter - CO’s Ready Room - CO LtCmdr Trip Williams and FO Lt(sg) Ailynn Bracken - 1425) (USS Exeter - Main Shuttlebay - NPC "Civilian" Tyko Nix - 1426) (USS Exeter – Shuttle Beta - CSO Lt JG Erin Cortez & CFO Lieutenant (JG) Ire Williams 1426) (USS Exeter - Sickbay –SEC/TAC Ensign Stan More: 14:27) (USS Exeter - Sickbay –SEC/TAC Ensign Paul Sleeford- 14:30) (USS Exeter - Sickbay CMO Ens Gabe Vespers 14:33) (USS Exeter - Sickbay Sec/ Tac officer Ens Paul Sleeford. 14:35) (USS Exeter - Sickbay - Ensign Greta Smith - 14:37) (USS Exeter - Sickbay - MO, Ensign Kyros Ryelle - 14:40) (USS Exeter - Sickbay - SPC Ensign Greta Smith - 14:41) (USS Exeter - Sickbay - CMO, Ens Gabe Vesper - 14:42) (USS Exeter - Armory - StratOPS Ensign Billy Alexander - 14:45) (USS Exeter - Sickbay - Tac/Sec Ensign Stan More - 14:48) (USS Exeter - Armoy - Ensign Paul Sleeford - 14:50) (USS Exeter - Locker room - Tac/Sec Ensign Stan More - 14:57) (USS Exeter – Shuttle Alpha- COO Lieutenant jg Ravok – 1500) (Ferengi Vessel Lashar-Bridge- Toh - 1501) (USS Exeter – Shuttle Beta - CSO Lt JG Erin Cortez & CFO Lieutenant (JG) Ire Williams - 1501) (USS Exeter – Bridge – 2O/CEO – Lieutenant Keira Merek – 1503) (USS Exeter - Bridge - Assistant CScio - Ensign SG – Adala Michaels - 1504) (USS Exeter - Bridge - Assistant CScio - Ensign SG – Adala Michaels - 1505) (USS Exeter – Bridge – 2O/CEO – Lieutenant Keira Merek – 1510) (USS Exeter – Bridge – Co, Lt. Commander Trip Williams– 1512) (USS Exeter - Nine and Dine lounge - Tac/Sec Ens. Stan More - 15:15 ) (Ferengi Vessel Lashar- Bridge- Captain Toh – 1518) (USS Exeter - Nine and Dine lounge - Sec/Tac Officer Ens. Paul Sleeford. - 15:20) (USS Exeter - Mores Personal Quarters - Canine companion Lillian - 15:20) (USS Exeter - Main Shuttlebay - Sec/Tac Officer Ens. Paul Sleeford. - 15:30) (USS Exeter - Main Shuttlebay - SFI Agent Lt. Commander Tyko Nix - 15:41) >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Begin Compile >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Mission: The Flames of Purity Day: 15 Stardate: 2445.09.15 >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< (USS Exeter - Bridge - CIO/3O Lieutenant JG Jaelle Foxglove -1351) The fire fight was over nearly as fast as it was started. Phasers battered the enemy shields once they were gone the dark matter phaser did their job ripping the small saber class starship to pieces. ~ The enemy captain was a fool. ~ Jaelle nodded and shook the voice in her head off. ~ Taking on the Exeter in open space was a daring move, such a waste of life.~ Jaelle responded to Lily. Jaelle wasn't happy with how the battle had progressed she wanted to do something but her hack was literally blown apart by the Exeter's phasers. She replayed the battle in her head looking where to improve her tactics. She saw the captain leave the bridge for his ready room and knew full and well the heaviness that weighed on his mind. Finally a message appeared on her console a secure comm to Bajor had been made and intelligence had made initial contact to the ex wife of the terrorist leader the Exeter was tasked with hunting down. She stood and looked at the officer in the center chair "I have to take care of this, I will return as soon as its been completed." (Reply any iyw) She exited the bridge as she made her way to her office. (Reply none needed.) (Posted by Matthew Locke) (USS Exeter - Sickbay - Caity Dubois & Dir. R&SE Ashlyn Williams - 1400) Sitting on the edge of the bio bed, Caity flexed her hand and nodded a thanks at the nurse that had fixed her up. Not looking at Ash, Caity hopped off the bed and closed her eyes, "I feel like such an idiot." “What for?” Ashlyn asked gently. “Things happen.” "I know, I know. I never expected that I would… open up like that. Please don't tell anyone." “I’m not about to start running around gossiping about your past any more than you’re about to gossip about mine. We all have a history, we all have things that we may not be proud of.” Ashlyn said, consoling Caity. "It's not that I'm ashamed or anything. I just… it's my life. My history. I don't want anyone looking at me with that look of you poor kid. You know?" “Me either, but the thing is no one will here. Like I said, the more you meet people and get to know them, the more common threads you’ll find that you have with people.” "And please, for the love of all that is holy, don't tell your husband I threatened to drink his Bourbon." Ashlyn laughed. “It’s all good. How’s the hand?” "A little sore but back to fighting strength." She replied with a wry smile. Ashlyn held Caity’s elbow as she slipped off the biobed. “Your past is exactly that, just as mine is. It’s your present and the future that you should concentrate on. Don’t let your worries, fears, and bad memories from how long ago define you.” "I know. It's not easy being the sister of someone who let their addiction take their life." “Also though, don’t be afraid to let that mask go, like I said, I’ll always be around for you.” Ash replied gently. Smiling softly, Caity nodded. "Thanks. I don't have many friends. I hardly have met anyone on this ship long enough to have a meaningful conversation with. Most here order drinks and then sit down. Don't want to know the barkeep." "Well," Ashlyn said as they left sickbay, "now you do. I don't have that many friends either." "You're the commander's wife. You have him at least. But… I get what you are saying." Caity paused and smiled, "So, you must know a lot of the crew, right?" "A few yeah. Obviously Trip and Ailynn, known them since high school. I worked with Sytuk, the Reman enlisted in Security? The others I've had a few conversations with." Ashlyn replied. "I get fleeting conversations with people. In fact you and the first officer are the only two I have had any sort of a real conversation with." “You’ve met Ailynn? Don’t let her outward nature fool you. She’s far more sensitive and much less intense than she portrays.” Ashlyn said in passing as the walked toward the turbolift. Caity smiled softly, "She does like her fine dining and red wine." Ash smiled. “She likes a decent meal and glass of wine, and to talk to people. If you’re thinking that she’s fine-dining, high-maintenance, you’re barking up the wrong tree.” "Now I never said high maintenance. She's the only other crew member I've really talked to. Doesn't seem too sure of herself. But still, it's only a few days into the journey. I'm sure there is going to be plenty of chances to meet the crew." Ashlyn looked at Caity, and was about to say something, but swallowed it and changed her mind. “You get regulars?” "A few. Mostly older types who just want to sit, have a beer and chat with their friends. Some do come in and talk for a minute but not many. I suspect these fleet types are a little unsure of those from outside their world so to speak." She replied as they stepped into the turbo lift. “It happens.” Ash spoke, “They’ll warm, it’s a new place, give it a few days, weeks, and everyone will have their own place, their own spot. The barflys you’ll already know, spot the others and learn their drinks….” Ashlyn cursed to herself. “And this Granny is how you suck an egg.” She giggled. “Sorry. Not talking down to you.” "Hey, it's all good. I know it was coming from a place of care and concern." Caity responded and then looked at Ash. "What's your husband like?" Ashlyn found herself blushing, “Trade secrets Ms DuBois...bad girl. I am not drunk enough.” She smirked, knowing that she had found a friend. "I would hope not. Unless you have been drinking somewhere other than my bar, Mrs Williams. " Caity laughed. Ash smiled warmly, and hooked her arm into the crook of Caity’s elbow, “At the prices they charge in the starlight lounge? Bitch please.” she nudged Caity with her shoulder, being playful as they walked. Caity smiled widely. "At least there's no standing on ceremony at my place. Just good food, booze and semi polite conversation. " “Semi-polite? Definitely sounds too upmarket for this girl from 4th and Lathan.” Ash was warming quickly to Caity. Ailynn would say that she could read her, but she’d be wrong. Ash could see the pain of Caity’s past in her eyes, but looking at her, Ashlyn could see the warmth and depth of her soul. "Only semi polite when I have to be. Most of the time I'm informal. Speak plainly, openly and honestly. What's the point in standing on ceremony all the time? “That's for Admiralty, not me." There was something about Ash. Something Caity couldn't quite put her finger on. She was a good woman, honest, true and no airs. “You know that my sister’s an…” "Oh … oh…. I am so…." “And my…” "....Sorry." She looked at Caity and tried to hold her face straight, but failed horribly, she burst out laughing, Caity along with her. "I swear you Brackens or Williams's, whatever… are gonna be the death of me, you evil…" Caity laughed heartily as they stepped out of the turbo lift. "So, the bar is a mess but I do make a mean Irish coffee. Fancy it?" Still chuckling horribly, Ashlyn took the broom that Caity gave her, “Sweep the floor Cinderella…” As she swept the broken glass up, Ashlyn knew that she’d met someone that she’d know, love, and trust, for the rest of her life. (Reply none) (Posted by Jackie and mark) (USS Exeter - Intell Offices - CIO/3O Lieutenant JG Jaelle Foxglove and CTO Ensign Dareshaa -1403) Jaelle had ordered an exhaustive search into the past and locating Kozos Jebesa the ex wife of the current terrorist leader the Exeter was hunting. They traced her using her starfleet service number and eventually found a residence that matched her last known location. Now she was standing before a console that had a secure communication line waiting on Ensign Dareshaa to show before they could attempt to make contact with Kozos Jebesa. Dareshaa entered the office that was chosen to communicate with Ms. Kozos. She took a look at Jaleel and smiled. Jaelle watched as the door to her office opened and the Orion security officer entered her office. "Ready to get this show on the road." “Absolutely,” Dareshaa simply responded as she walked in front of the screen shoulder to shoulder with Jaelle. With a few movements of her hand she entered the commands to open the communication channel. They were lucky when in a few moments the screen filled with the image of the woman they were looking for. Her dark raven hair had some scant streaks of gray. The lines on her face betrayed her aging years. Lines of worry. "Ms. Jebesa, I'm Lieutenant Foxglove and this is Ensign Dareshaa we are with the Exeter and we were hoping that you could help us by answering some questions about your ex-husband" Jebesa’s eyes narrowed, “Well, Lieutenant, you look rather young to be wearing that rank, but let me give you some advice on speaking with Bajorans, I don’t know you and you don’t know me well enough to use my personal name. Ms. Kozos will do. Did they stop giving cultural readiness classes in the academy?” "I'm sorry, my file had your names switched. I meant no offense." She nodded the last thing she wanted was a fight with someone they needed information from. "We have several reports that your ex-husband has gotten involved with a terrorist cult and he has been witnessed attacking ships in the nearby area." “You say he’s what?” the Bajoran responded. She sighed and put the plant down she was carrying. ~What has he gotten into now?~ “I had heard he was excommunicated, now you’re telling me he’s the head of a terrorist cult? By the Prophets Jost what have you done now?” "We were hoping that you could offer any insights on his operation, who his Lieutenants might be, or anyone of interest that might be working with him?" She asked calmly, trying not to let the conversation become personal or have the conversation break down. “His Lieutenants?” Jebesa inquired. “He rarely brought any of the other clergy home with him…” she said, but seemed lost in thought for a moment. “Sorry, Turil sometimes would come over for spring wine. They wouldn’t talk about the temple or anything like that. Usually it was about ancient Bajorans.” the Bajoran remembered. "Anything you remember will be helpful." Jaelle said not wanting to break the woman's train of thought. “Atho Turil.” she said his full name. “He was a history teacher, and an amatuer engineer.” “They both would work on that dirty old ship. This was years ago, back before I was pregnant with our daughter.” Jebesa explained. “They finally did get it flying. It was a money pit though. Had to modernize over three quarters of the systems.” "Do you know who financed the repairs? Because he apparently not only got it working again but he has been able to acquire a substantial rearming of the ship. It was also reported that he has three smaller saber class ships under his command." Jaelle responded at length. “Saber class? Isn’t Starfleet phasing those out? I’d be surprised to see those in any place but the moth-ball fleet. As for the ship Turil and Jost were working on, they finished it. Even before our daughter was born. He used that thing on many assignments recovering old Bajoran artifacts for the Temple. It was financed by the Vedek assembly. Something about a ship from Bajor’s past ushering in a reckoning for the Cardassians. He had convinced them it was better than buying a new one or borrowing from Starfleet.” She said and cracked the first smile since the video call started. “He used to get a kick out of flying a Bajoran ship in to take things back from the Cardies.” Jaelle nodded, taking what the woman said in. She didn't want to feed into conjecture. However there was something that struck her. Kozos was more than willing to talk about her ex-husband but she had only briefly brought up her daughter. "Might I ask, can you tell us a bit about your daughter, and where she might be?" It was a dangerous line of questioning people were normally protective about their children. But little was known about the young woman. “Is this about my former husband or our missing daughter?” She asked. "If there is reason to believe that your daughter is working with her father then both." Jaelle answered. "If I can rule your daughter out of the equation then that's better for everyone." “Honestly I hadn’t thought of that,” Jebesa frowned. “She always had her father eating out of her hand.” She thought for a moment. “She resented her father moving away. She didn’t accept the “feel good” explanation the social workers had us give her.” She typed a message on her padd sliding it to Dareshaa, 'We need to find that report from the social worker.' Dareshaa took a peek at the note and quickly glanced at Jaelle nodding in the affirmative. As Lieutenant Foxglove continued to take lead on the conversation Dareshaa began using her security clearance to locate the report on a separate PADD. “Oh, the Bajoran authorities had told me she was likely captured by pirates and sold into slavery.” she said, wiping a tear away from her cheek. “If you’re telling me there’s a chance she’s alive, I’m telling you it is very likely she’s alive and with him.” "That is a possibility," Jaelle answered. "That's why we have to look into it." “If she is, you have an even bigger problem on your hands. Jost was a dreamer with firm belief in his convictions. You don’t go in front of the highest authority of your livelihood and tell them off on a whim. He had been thinking about that for weeks. In all our arguments when we were married he never backed down. Never. Even when he was obviously wrong. She got that from him. My daughter will get caught up in this mess, just to find her father.” Jebesa warned the pair of Starfleet officers. “One thing.” she said wiping another tear away. "Yes," Jaelle responded. "What do you need?" “As a retired officer I know you won’t make me any promises,” the Bajoran said, “but try to bring her back alive. I’d quite like to see my daughter again.” "I will do what I can." She answered. “We all will Ms. Kozos,” Dareshaa said as reassuringly as she could. She allowed the screen to go black and be replaced with the starfleet logo. Looking over to Dareshaa. "So what do you think?" Dareshaa thought for a quick moment, “She seemed honest enough to me. I’m not convinced she gave us anything usable though. We may be dealing with her daughter too, but I don’t see how that changes our tactics any. I’m ready for whatever comes our way in a few, and we will deal with it either way.” "I don't like unknowns," She said as she pulled a loose strain of hair out of her face. "What if the daughter is more extreme than her father. That's why we need that report on her." “Let me check.” Dareshaa pulled up the report request. “It looks like we were given clearance to view the document because it relates to our mission. Here you go.” Dareshaa handed the PADD over to Foxglove to view. Jaelle nodded as she read though the file, a file that just seemed to go on and on. "This is problematic, and what I was afraid of." She continued to read, and speak simultaneously. "Since being raised on her father's extreme views Trentin Tel'ni'li, is a commonly disruptive and often combative. The first report is her behavior becoming a problem is at nine and it only becomes more worrisome as she ages." Dareshaa nodded as she allowed the intelligence chief to continue reviewing the file before them. "Now this is something that while good news could be a problem for us." She displays the report for both to see. "You see she passes her classes with barely an effort." "She's smart, dangerous, and calculated. When she disappeared there was little to no investigation into the incident. Here one of the social workers even said 'they were glad to be rid of her.'" Jaelle continued. The security chief nodded as she looked over the report. "It seems a lot of work for only a small amount of information on a person who may or may not be a threat." "Either way we need to get this to the Captain." She stood from her desk and stretched her arms. Dareshaa nodded in agreement as the both went their separate ways they both were not needed to deliver the report to the Captain and sense Jaelle was heading toward the bridge anyway it only made sense. (Reply None) (Posted by Matthew Locke and Calvin) (USS Exeter - Main Shuttlebay - Ens JG Doctor Katie Jamison (spc) - 1405) While Katie and Rolan had been chatting she was watching his progress and keeping an eye on his vitals. She had just noticed his spike in temperature when Doctor Vespers tapped her shoulder. "You're doing good" She nodded. "Thank you Sir." The Doctor didn't hang around but moved on to the next patient and she turned back to Rolan as he 'spoke' up "I feel very warm." he wrote. "Why do I feel warm?" She frowned as the tricorder beeped. "You are" She tapped the keypad on the tricorder as his temperature spiked. "Like I feel like I'm burning up." His temperature was rising. "Lay back and relax. Let me give you something that should bring your fever down." At least she hoped it would, why he was running a fever she wasn't sure. Nothing pointed to a reason, .. .yet. She reached for the tray of hyposprays at her side, picked one up and pressed it to his neck. "This should help." She helped him lay back and took a moment to glance around her before turning back to her patient. (reply Vesper, Rolan) (Posted by Kathleen) (USS Exeter - Main Shuttlebay - CMO - Ens Gabe Vespers - 1409) "Seven, seven of nine, Our Engineer, Mr. Tyko over there somehow made it out, and my first officer, a man by the name of Rel Grosel, died in the initial attack." "Somehow, yes. I understand we managed to beam you all across, although we managed to get ten of you." Gabe felt uncomfortable with patients that were mourning, he knew that he should but this didn't come natural to him. "I can get you a list of survivors if it helps. But you can't blame yourself, we're here to help you" Gabe finished "It's my fault, I knew this trade route was not safe, that there had been an uptick in attacks, but I, I ignored it and decided to follow the route anyways. The payday was too good. We were delivering a bunch of self sealing stem bolts to the Defari. Shortest route was through the Badlands. We've taken that route a million times. It's a large swath of area, I didn't think we'd be ambushed the moment we arrived." "The moment you arrived?" Gabe snapped out a little. Amelia began to cry, "All those lives, they're on my hands." "No they're not, noone could know this was going to happen." Gabe ran the regenerator over Amelia and placed it down picking the tricorder up again and scanning. "That's you physically well, let's see if we can't get you mentally well. I'll call the counsellor down and I'll get you that list" (Reply Green) "Vespers to Lavorre" (Reply Lavorre....either of you) "Counsellor, could you come down to the shuttle bay please, I need your skills with the freighter captain" (Reply Lavorre) Nrpg: I'm taking it as a yes RPG: "Understood" Gabe said closing the channel "How's your eye?" (Reply Green) =/\=Sickbay to Dr. Vesper, we have a situation here, we need you in sickbay ASAP. =/\= "Excuse me, sorry" Gabe said tapping his badge and speeding to the door "on my way sickbay" "Katie you've got the ward!" (Reply Jameson) (posted by Mat) (USS Exeter - Main Shuttlebay - Ens JG Doctor Katie Jamison (spc) - 1410) Katie turned as the doctor spoke and disappeared out the door. "Katie you've got the ward!" She shook her head and called after him. "Yes Sir!" She didn't expect an answer with the speed he was moving so turned back to Rolan. "How are you feeling now?" she asked as she read the scans from her tricorder. (reply Rolan) She appeared to have her focus on him but her senses were all heightened now. As she listened to him her eyes roamed the shuttle bay, taking in the medics and the patients alike. Not giving the security personnel even a glance. She hoped they would be no more than bystanders but if push came to shove she'd put them to work too as medics. The training she'd gone through both in Starfleet but also her training on Qo'Nos kicking in, knowing that trouble could appear in the bay at any time. She was ready for whatever was going to happen. (Reply Rolan and any in the shuttlebay) (Posted by Kathleen) (USS Exeter - Sickbay - Tac/Sec Ens.Stan More - 14:10 ) Stan slung the Phaser rifle over his shoulder. This was all confusing everyone seemed angry. He couldn’t deal with all this. Stan wanted to go back to his quarters. At least Lillian his young dog would be pleased to see him. She’d happily lick his face until the cows came home. But he had been ordered to Sickbay. Ordered. You must follow orders. No matter if you are not popular. He followed Sleeford to Sickbay. As they entered he looked around then spoke to Stan. “ Any idea what we’re looking for, all I can see are doctors, nurses and orderlies going about their business.” “ At moment everything seems calm.” Stan replied surveying the room. There was no way he could use the Phaser rifle in here. To many innocent people could get hurt. He could use it as a club in hand to hand combat. But that too might be a problem. As he could still accidentally hit an innocent. When swinging it wildly over his head. Seeing nothing out of the ordinary Sleeford closed his eyes and took a deep breath. But Stan kept alert. “ To many innocents here. If something kicks off. We won’t be able to use our phasers. Looks like it will be a punching solution. “ Stan said. ( Reply Sleeford , Medical staff ) ( Posted by:- Norman 🐼) (USS Exeter - Sickbay –aCTO Ens Paul Sleeford 14:11) Sleeford leant back against the wall with his eyes closed finding the entire day to be frustrating, the set to with Nix shouldn't have happened, the guy had pushed the buttons at the wrong time. "To many innocents here. If something kicks off. We won’t be able to use our phasers. Looks like it will be a punching solution. “ Stan said. Snapping open his eyes Sleeford looked at More. "I feel like punching someone right now, but that's not going to help the situation. We're in enough trouble as it is.", Pausing Sleeford looked round, "Best thing we can do is get rid of this weaponry, before the CMO has puppies, kittens and tadpoles. " (More) "There's a weapons locker on this deck, section 12. We can dump the rifles there." (More) Walking towards the locker Sleaford's thoughts where interrupted by an incoming call. "I need a security detail in sickbay now!" Taping his badge Sleeford responded, "This is Ensign Sleeford, what's the problem?" Turning back Sleeford walked quickly towards sickbay, Sleeford entered and nearly knocked Smith to the floor, grabbing her arm to steady her. "Sorry Greta" (Smith) Looking round Sleeford wondered why they'd been called everything seemed the same, it felt chillier but nothing out of the ordinary "Okay what's the problem, who wanted security?" (Ryelle) Walking over to the closed off area Sleeford waited to be told to enter as per medical procedure. Parting the curtains Sleeford entered and stood by the bed, he looked down at the patient. “What seems to be the problem?” (Ryelle) Looking at the medic Sleeford swallowed,.” Okay, so. .... right..” Turning Sleeford called out to the others. “Stan, Greta, help the nurses and orderlies clear sickbay, everyone that can be moved, move them. “, turning back to Ryelle, “Can you lower the temperature lower then it is now, so another 10 degrees” (Ryelle) Taking a breath Sleeford looked at the emptying sickbay, ~ Okay, not what I envisioned this morning. Why would anyone allow this to happen to themselves ~ (Reply More, Smith, Ryelle) (Posted by Alistair) (USS Exeter - Main Shuttlebay - FO Lt(sg) Ailynn Bracken - 1411) =/\=Silver Crossings.=/\= She looked around her, making sure the alcove that she’d secreted in was still secure. “Ident confirmed. “Trip. I’ve got something. We’ve got a hot one. Deep SFI undercover. Passed on the details...well, you’ll see.” She moved to a wall terminal and tapped in her Command code, and after retrieving it, inserted the data chip.” =/\=My Terminal is ready to receive data. Do you have a means to transmit. Transfer Designation Purple Mongoose=/\= Ailynn giggled to herself at the ridiculous image of a Purple mongoose appeared in her mind. For some reason it was wearing a top hat and carried an umbrella. “Mongoose Confirmed. Data Transfer underway.” =/\=Is this what I think it is, the location of the enemy base?=/\= “That’s what the contact said, and I have no reason to doubt. If he was lying he’s deep in it, he was under my obs as we spoke. He’s either telling the truth, or what he believes to be the truth.” "Tell our friend to take it easy. I'll have Foxglove go meet with him, if she can verify his identity, He'll have free range of the ship. If not, well... Either way, I'm going to transmit these coordinates to the helm." “Agreed.” "If you're finished down there, I'd like you to come back up, and we can discuss this situation down there as well as our little friend." “I’ve one more to chat too, won’t take long. Be there asap. Bracken out.” Ailynn logged out of the terminal, and retrieved the data chip. She then inputted another code, one she had learned from her mum’s mum, who had been a talented operative in her younger days, still was. A simple command that flushed all recent traces of her usage from the terminals memory. Stepping back, Ailynn smiled to herself, a satisfaction filled her at the thought of tracks utterly covered. She passed by Nix, passing on to him the last stage of the code sequence. ‘Golden Compass.’ This was a confirm receipt of intel, and sit tight for debrief. Giving him thanks, she then gently stepped away, carrying on with her initial mission. Moving back across the bay, moving between the med staff, trading gentle words as she passed, the occasional joke, that only those who worked a trauma ward understood the dark humour, she finished the interviews of the remaining crew from the other ship. Eventually she was finished, and headed back up toward the Bridge, a number of things on her mind. (Reply None) (posted by Mark) (USS Exeter - COUNS Offices - Counsellor, Ens Jestayre "Jester" Lavorre - 1412) =^=Vespers to Lavorre=^= The interruption from the comm. link severely interrupted her doing absolutely nothing. For once, she had no sessions, all her notes were typed up and stored away securely. About to lie back and just... relax. Sighing, she sat back up and his the comm. badge, "What can I do for you Chief?" she sang back. =^=Counsellor, could you come down to the shuttle bay please, I need your skills with the freighter captain=^= "Oooooh. Is that so? How intriguing. I shall be right with you, skills in tow!" =^=Understood.=^= and the comm. link went dead. "My first EMERGENCY." she shouted for joy and jumped out of the lounge seat. Took a second to do a jig on the spot and then mentally ran down a checklist of things she needed to remember before hot footing it to the Shuttle Bay. (posted by Jono) (USS Exeter - Shuttlebay - Counsellor, Ens Jestayre "Jester" Lavorre - 1415) Upon entering the shuttle bay, she explained. "I have arrived, what can I and my magnificent set of skills do for anyone?" smiling having not read the mood of the room yet. (Reply those in the shuttlebay) (Posted by Jono Bradley - Jester Lavorre) (USS Exeter - Sickbay –MO, Ensign Kryos Ryelle, MD - 14:15) “Doctor I think that I have found it.” He turned the PADD so that Ryelle could see. “Here and here are not compounds normally found in Bajorans or any one else and on their own they are harmless but combined with this other one…..she is going to make a nasty mess if she explodes.” "By the prophets, I should have known." Ryelle paused. "Back during the occupation, there were...there were freedom fighters who would turn themselves into walking bombs as a way to free their fellow Bajorans from work camps, but there hasn't been an instance of annoying going through with something like this in fifty years. In fact Bajoran Militia did everything they could to classify the compounds needed. In fact, I'm not even sure if this is the compound or some other toxic concoction. But well, if life has taught me anything.... people find away." (reply Ewan) "Nurse, go ahead and cross reference anything you can find about slowing combustible elements in the human body." (reply Ewan) “What seems to be the problem?” "Well seems our friend here has turned themselves into a living bomb, I'd keep your distance. You're here for when we stop them." ” Okay, so. .... right..” As Sleeford began barking orders Ryelle walked through everything he could remember from occupation era medical treatments trying to think of a solution. All he knew is that in some areas Cardassian occupationists combined the detonations by lowering body temperatures. Then once they were lowered, they executed the freedom fighters without risk of explosion. They never looked for a solution to the compound. Death was their preferred means. It wasn't Ryelle's. “Stan, Greta, help the nurses and orderlies clear sickbay, everyone that can be moved, move them. “, turning back to Ryelle, “Can you lower the temperature lower then it is now, so another 10 degrees” "It's already 5 degrees celcius. If we go 10 lower we are five below. I'll go another five. If you can go and replicate some thermal coats." (Reply Sleeford) "Computer, lower sickbay temperature to 0 degrees." Ryelle waited for Sleeford to return with the coats. Ryelle took one and put it on. "With these we should be able to go lower if needed. However we risk killing the patient the lower we go." (reply Sleeford) "She may be ready to kill us, but I'm not ready to let her die." Ryelle paused, "Look, place a guard at sicbkay, Ensign Smith I think her name is. No one in and out except for the CMO." (reply Sleeford) Ryelle then tapped his commbadge, "Sickbay to Dr. Vesper, we have a situation here, we need you in sickbay ASAP." (Reply Vesper) Then turning back to Sleeford, Ryelle spoke again, "Start working with the other one, More, I think his name is." Ryelle handed him a PADD. "Those are the chemicals in her body, if you can think of anything that can counteract those in normal explosive devices. While you're doing this I'm going to try and keep her alive." (reply Sleeford) (reply McDonald, Sleeford, Vesper) (posted by Will) (USS Exeter – Bridge - Assistant CScio - Ensign SG – Adala Michaels – 1416) " Alpha shuttle to Ensign Michaels. Sensors are online and sweeping the area now. " Adala was monitoring the shuttles progress and tapped the comm. "Thank you Alpha Shuttle." Her hands moved over the console confidently. "Readings are strong." She knew they'd fall off the further they went into the badlands but would try to compensate when they did. " Ensign Michaels, we are transmitting all sensor activity directly to you. Please keep our link with tactical primed and ready. " "Yes Sir, understood." Her head bowed as she read the information coming through the console. The plan they had worked out running through her head. She couldn't help herself from adding. "Ravok, be careful." Adala quickly switched channels and sent the same to Erin. "Erin, stay safe." She wasn't worried about protocol, to hell with them. The two people she considered her best friends in the world were out there putting themselves in danger. This did not make her happy. She was worried about them. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly returning her mind to the job at hand, the console and readings it was spitting out at her. "Thank you. Ravok out" He said as he closed the channel but kept it accessible. (Reply Ravok, Erin, any on bridge) (Posted by Katleen) (USS Exeter - Sickbay –Nurse – CPO – Ewan McDonald - 14:17) "Back during the occupation, there were...there were freedom fighters who would turn themselves into walking bombs as a way to free their fellow Bajorans from work camps, but there hasn't been an instance of annoying going through with something like this in fifty years. In fact Bajoran Militia did everything they could to classify the compounds needed. In fact, I'm not even sure if this is the compound or some other toxic concoction. But well, if life has taught me anything.... people find away." “Yes Doctor.” "Nurse, go ahead and cross reference anything you can find about slowing combustible elements in the human body." “Yes Doctor.” Ewan nodded and took the PADD. He headed over to one of the auxiliary consoles on a small alcove off main sickbay. He quickly opened a connection to the PADD and transferred the two compounds onto the screen. “Computer run a comparative analysis on the two compounds and cross match it with the any databases available.” [Processing] He skimmed back through the data as the computer worked hoping to find something. The computer blinked as data began to scroll across the screen. He began to speed read the data trying absorbed as much as possible. “Computer cross match the compounds with compounds that can neutralise one or both of them?” [Processing] He heard voices and commotion in sickbay but focused his attention on the task in hand. The computer produced more information. “Computer verify the component compounds of these finding and display.” [Processing] ~And there you are~ He data dumped back on the PADD and ran back towards the others. “No wait I have it. The neutralising argent is a hitritium based compound combined with a few other compounds will neutralise the reaction but its highly toxic as well as being volatile.” He handed the PADD to Ryelle and looked at Keria on the bio-bed. “There is a high risk of cardia, organ and neurological failure due to the shock induced by the neutralising reaction.” (Reply Vesper, Ryelle, More, Sleeford, Smith, any)\ (Posted by Robbie)(SPC Ewan McDonald) (USS Exeter - Intell Offices - CIO/3O Lieutenant JG Jaelle Foxglove -1417) It was turning into a busy day. Jaelle had no sooner left her office and was on her way back to the bridge when a coded massage appeared on her PADD that was linked to her console. =/\=Go to the Shuttlebay, ask for Tyko Nix, hes deep cover SFI, verify his identity without blowing his cover, once its verified, he's got free range of ship.=/\= She sent a message acknowledging the orders she also used the secure comm channel to transfer the report from the conversation Jaelle just had with the ex wife of the man they were after. She added, "Once Nix is verified and secured I will be headed back to the bridge to discuss this further if needed." (Reply Trip) She waited for confirmation of the report before turning and heading toward the shuttle bay. (posted by Matt L) (USS Exeter - Shuttle Beta - CSO Lt JG Erin Cortez - 1417) “How are we looking over there.” "Everything green across the board." She replied with a smile. As she heard Ravok's voice come through the com, Erin allowed herself a smile. Knowing he was on the other shuttle, for some reason, it settled her. “Lets kick the tyres and light the fires. You ready to get this show on the road?” "As ready as I'll ever be." She responded. “Okay then lets going. How we looking?” "Still green. Phasers modified and ready to rock." “Hanger control shuttle Beta is ready to depart.” Erin watched as the other shuttle launched and the she turned, nodded at Ire to signal she was ready. “Here goes nothing.” The shuttle left the safety of the Exeter and shuddered as they entered space, the vacuum. “we should be clearing this chop shortly.” "Lucky for you I don't get space sick." “Well that was fun but no brown pants moment yet.” "Yet being the operative word. We haven't done our job yet. That's when things get interesting. " Suddenly, a voice came through the comm. "Erin, stay safe." "I will, Adala. I have the best pilot in the fleet taking me for a sedate trip. " she responded with a wink at Ire. As the comm closed, Erin's fingers danced over her console, setting up the relay of sensor data to the Exeter. "Well, Mr Williams, let's go clear the path and go hunting." (Reply Ire, any) (Posted by Jackie) (USS Exeter - Sickbay – Tac/Sec Ens Stan More - 14:20) Snapping open his eyes Sleeford looked at More. "I feel like punching someone right now, but that's not going to help the situation. We're in enough trouble as it is.", Pausing Sleeford looked round, "Best thing we can do is get rid of this weaponry, before the CMO has puppies, kittens and tadpoles. " “ Fine with me. If the boss sees we are not armed up to the ears. We may get off with some finger pointing only.” More replied. "There's a weapons locker on this deck, section 12. We can dump the rifles there." “ Let’s do it.” Stan Said. More never heard the call come through. But he saw Sleeford rushing off. Realising something was up Stan charged after him. Unfortunately Stan miscalculated a corner and tripped over. By the time he returned to Sleefords side. Things in Sickbay were just about to get hot. Literally. “Stan, Greta, help the nurses and orderlies clear sickbay, everyone that can be moved, move them. “, turning back to Ryelle, “Can you lower the temperature lower then it is now, so another 10 degrees” Originally Stan was going to be a Scientist. But as the department was full plus Stan had security training. He became a Tactical/security officer. But sometimes like now. Mr Scientist popped up to have a nosey. “ A living bomb......surely” Stan began then he remembered his orders. More turned round and started to do as ordered. ( Reply Sleeford , Medical staff ) ( Posted by:- Norman 🐼) (USS Exeter - Sickbay - SPC Ensign Greta Smith - 1421) Standing by the door to sickbay, Greta shook her head as someone barrelled in to her, grabbing her arm to stop her from falling over, "Sorry Greta" "Maybe keep an eye on where you're going next time, Sleeford." Rubbing her arm, Greta knew that something wasn't right. The doctor was worried, that much she could tell and the lowering of the temperature in sickbay was never a good sign. “Stan, Greta, help the nurses and orderlies clear sickbay, everyone that can be moved, move them. " Greta turned to Ensign More and heard him say, “ A living bomb......surely” "Wait, what?" (Reply More) A look of something close to confusion mixed with terror flew across Greta's face. "We should get these people out. That way there's only us three, the doctor and the patient." (Reply More) (Reply More, any) (Posted by Jackie) (USS Exeter - Sickbay - CMO - Ens Gabe Vespers - 1422) Having rushed down the corridor Gabe burst into the room and into the coldness "Report" he shouted out (Reply any in Sickbay) (Reply Katie, Green, Lavorre, Sickbay) (Posted by Mat) (USS Exeter - Sickbay –SEC/TAC Ensign Paul Sleeford- 14:23) Standing over the bed of a young female Bajorian who for want of a better word had been brainwashed into turning herself into a living bomb. Asking for the temperature to be lowered to a lower level in the hope that it would induce a coma or something similar so she wouldn't wake up and detonate, taking half the deck and several of the crew. "It's already 5 degrees Celsius. If we go 10 lower we are five below. I'll go another five. If you can go and replicate some thermal coats." Nodding Sleeford walked over to the terminal and punched in the codes for three coats, taking the packages back to the bay, Sleeford handed one to Ryelle. "Computer, lower sickbay temperature to 0 degrees." Ryelle waited for Sleeford to return with the coats. Ryelle took one and put it on. "With these we should be able to go lower if needed. However we risk killing the patient the lower we go." Sleeford looked down at the woman, "She's all set to kill us all, if we can prevent that, I'm happy" "She may be ready to kill us, but I'm not ready to let her die." Ryelle paused, "Look, place a guard at sickbay, Ensign Smith I think her name is. No one in and out except for the CMO." Looking at Ryelle Sleeford wondered if medical school had a special class where it was drummed into young student doctors that all security personal where psychopathic killers, intent on killing everyone that got in their way. "Oh I'd very much want her alive doctor, I want to know why she feels the need to blow up a ship I'm on and killing a good number of my crew mates, I might even be gentle with her." Holding up his hand to forestall comments, "the guards are placed, sickbays' emptying. " Ryelle then tapped his comm badge, "Sickbay to Dr. Vesper, we have a situation here, we need you in sickbay ASAP." (Reply Vesper) Then turning back to Sleeford, Ryelle spoke again, "Start working with the other one, More, I think his name is." Ryelle handed him a PADD. "Those are the chemicals in her body, if you can think of anything that can counteract those in normal explosive devices. While you're doing this I'm going to try and keep her alive." Taking the PADD Sleeford left the bay and walked over to where More stood, turning the PADD round he showed the young ensign the list. "Stan. These are the compounds in her body, can you see a way to neutralise them, short of blowing her out into space, i want her alive for questioning. " (More) Turning to where Greta was standing, Sleeford issued more orders. "Greta, new order, no one's in except the CMO. Redirect the to the secondary site. Thanks" (Smith) Walking back into sickbay Sleefords mind was running in several different tangents the sound of a shout told him the CMO had entered the room, approaching the bed Sleeford looked once more at the young woman. "What ever possesses someone to be brainwashed into becoming a....."; pausing Sleeford laughed; looking at Ryelle he shook his head; "sorry doctor, i just remembered my own planets history, people killing each other in the name of religion and politics." (Ryelle) Standing there deep in thought Sleeford tuned out the two doctors as they discussed the woman. an idea was forming in his mind, staring off into the distance he frowned. "Doctors. The transport system is designed to remove toxins and other contaminates in the body, can we not use it to remove the chemicals from her body?" (Vespers/Ryelle) Sleeford looked at both the medical officers. “Simple solution, use the site to site, beam her and one other to a large secure area, if she goes bang, we loose one person, not half a deck or worse the entire ship.” (Vesper / Ryelle) “Cell four in the brig, on deck twenty is the largest we have, we use it as a drunk tank for those who over indulge on shore leave” (Vesper/Ryelle) “ It can be secured with a level 15 field inside and out, that should contain any explosion.” (Vesper/ Ryelle) (Responses Vesper, Ryelle, More & Smith) (Posted by Alistair) (USS Exeter – Bridge – 2O/CEO – Lieutenant Keira Merek – 1423) "Lt. Merek, you have the bridge again. Work with the two shuttles, help us map out our destination. I believe Ensign Michaels is working on analyzing their data, so check in with her to make sure Ensign Winters knows where we're going." ~Twice in one day, I’m not complaining.~ She grinned and took the seat back shortly after he left the bridge. “Bridge to Transporter room one.” =^= Chief Brown here, go ahead bridge. =^= “Emergency transporter arm bands come in cases of three?” =^= Cases of four. Why?=^= “Transport one each over to shuttles Alpha and Beta.” =^= Will do. =^= “Thank you bridge, out.” There was a pause and Keira then addressed Adala, “Ensign Michaels let me know when you are ready to receive telemetry from the shuttles.” (Reply Adala) “Bridge to shuttles Alpha and Beta.” (Reply any in shuttle) “Status report, please.” (Reply shuttle) “Excellent. I also left both of the shuttles a present. You should have found them by now.” (Reply shuttle) “Correct,” Keira said. “I want you each to put one on, just in case. If things go side ways, shuttles can be replaced, I don’t want to lose any of you.” (Reply shuttle) “As soon as you are ready and the shuttle bay control is happy, you are free to get underway and begin your mission.” She said. (Reply Shuttle crew, Adala, any on bridge) (Posted by Todd) (USS Exeter - Main Shuttlebay - CIO/ 3O Lieutenant JG Jaelle Foxglove - 1423) She entered the shuttle bay with a sense of urgency. Soon they would be in the heart of the badlands and in even worse fighting. Things were about to get even more difficult and if Nix had intell that could tip the balance of this battle in their favor the better. It would also be better to get Nix out of the line of fire of a some of the Exeter's security if the rumors held true. The tricky part would be Jaelle not blowing his cover as she entered the shuttle bay. However a plan was forming. Getting hold of one of the many nurses she asked. "Can you get a hold of your lead medical officer and have them have Mr. Nix met me." Has she motioned to an adjoining office area. She entered the office and waited for the man to enter, which thankfully wasn't long. (Reply Nix) "Hello, Mr. Nix I'm Lieutenant Foxglove third officer of the Exeter the captain sent me because you wanted to file a official complaint with how you were treated by our security." (Reply Nix) (Posted by Matthew Locke) (USS Exeter - Bridge, Ops - SPC Ensign Rylee Page - 1423) Standing at the Ops station, Rylee was nervous though you would never think to look at her. Keeping her fingers on her console, she kept an eye on all areas of the ship and watched the crew with some pride as they had dealt with more than a few surprises on their journey. Knowing that she had made the right choice to join Starfleet rather than become an initiate, she watched again, quietly, as the Commander strode k to the bridge and demanded an update. (Reply any) (Posted by Jackie) (USS Exeter – Shuttle Alpha- COO Lieutenant jg Ravok – 1424) =/\=Bridge to shuttles Alpha and Beta.=/\= Keira's voice came over the comm. Ravok accepted the comm message linked to both shuttles. " We hear you Sir" He replied. =/\=Status report, please.=/\= " Alpha Shuttle is is currently 11,000 kilometers off the port side" Ravok answered. ( reply beta shuttle to Merek) =/\=Excellent. I also left both of the shuttles a present. You should have found them by now.=/\= " Transporter beacons, yes we have them" He replied. ~ We already have transponder beacons in our flight suits. Guess she wants us to be extra careful.~ (Reply beta shuttle) =/\=Correct, I want you each to put one on, just in case. If things go side ways, shuttles can be replaced, I don’t want to lose any of you.=/\= (Reply beta shuttle) =/\=As soon as you are ready and the shuttle bay control is happy, you are free to get underway and begin your mission.=/\=Lieutenant Merek said. "Understood sir. " He said. Ravok looked at the holographic display in front of Chief Brown and himself. It was showing the atmospheric conditions that Ensign Michaels and Clarke had worked out earlier with their recommended course through the hellish region of the badlands. (Reply beta shuttle) ( posted by Davis) (USS Exeter - Bridge - Assistant CScio - Ensign SG – Adala Michaels & Tac. PO3 Sytuk - 1425) “Ensign Michaels let me know when you are ready to receive telemetry from the shuttles.” Adala glanced up from the information she was receiving. "Ready and receiving already Sir." She took a moment to look around the bridge and nod in Sytuks direction. It felt good having someone she trusted so close. Not that she couldn't take care of herself but it was nice having him nearby. Sytuk looked to his left and at Adala. His tactical helmet still on. Noticing she nodded at him he nodded back at her and side stepped closer to where she was without even thinking about it. The targeting systems on his visor locked onto her. He could see her heart rate, It was elevating slightly. He leaned over slightly, compelled by something he had never felt before " It's gonna be ok, you're gonna be ok" He said to her hoping to let her know that if trouble were to somehow come this way she wouldn't have to worry for too long before he tore them to shreds. He could tell she was worried when she referred to the romulan operations officer by his first name. ~ Perhaps they are friends. But she deserves better friends than a Romulan~ She smiled slightly before turning back to the console. She wished she could talk to him. He was one of the few people she was comfortable around and two others were in shuttles on a suicide mission. (Reply none necessary) (Posted by Kathleen and Davis-SPC Sytuk) (USS Exeter - CO’s Ready Room - CO LtCmdr Trip Williams and FO Lt(sg) Ailynn Bracken - 1425) Ailynn strode into the ready room, and paused, waited for the doors to close behind her, and only then really relaxed, perhaps slipping back into the people that they used to be. She ordered a glass of ice cold water from the replicator, and sat down opposite him. “Undercover Intel on a freighter? Location of a hidden base? I don’t like this Trip. Smells wrong.” “No,” he said rubbing his hand through his hair. “Foxglove should be able to verify his identity. I think this is legit.” Ailynn nodded. “I need more conversations with your mother-in-law.” Ailynn said offhand, realising now what she should have thought through earlier. “Normal then.” “You would be surprised how many times I got intel for the Fighter Wing that was provided by agents on freighters, agents on pleasure yachts, a janitor on a Bird of Prey. Even a talking bird once. As odd as it sounds, it's pretty standard for SFI to have plants on civilian vessels. Well pretty standard if you are in the know, which I guess now you are.” “I get the play, not sure why I didn’t link things together before.” “Not even Ire and Ravok know where I got some of my Fighter Wing intel. So don’t tell them. We need to protect Mr. Tyko’s cover. And I don’t want them to know they missed out on meeting a talking bird.” Ailynn nodded, “Nix is secure, our Sec Officers notwithstanding.” “Wait,” Trip paused, “What about out Sec Officers?” “I’ll get to that in a moment. So Nix and his intel are confirmed legit. We plough through the Badlands toward the base? Anything about likely resistance? We’re dealing with organised and reasonably well supplied terrorists.” “Well we are waiting for confirmation on his veracity, but at this point, the intel is a good lead. We’ve taken care of one Saber, so my guess is that the other two and the Denorios class are still out there. As well as any other trap they might spring.” “We’ll be ready.” Ailynn answered, “she can punch about her weight I feel.” “I don’t want to get cocky, but I think we have a military advantage when it comes to Space warfare. However, when we get to their base, that might be another issue. Once we are at ground combat, well, we are on their turf.” “We have a highly able, well trained crew. I am on edge about leading my first away team, but it’s just nerves.” She said. “I know I gave you free reign on your away team, but I’d like you to consider Ravok and Merek, well if Merek doesn’t kill him first. Ailynn nodded, “makes sense.” “Both have a keen tactical mind, and Merek’s prowess with tech could be advantageous. I think your brother should go too, for medical support. Perhaps maybe Ensign Michaels. It’s an asteroid base and she is a geologist. Take Master Chief Faust with you. I want to keep Foxglove up here, just in case. As for security, I want Dareshaa with me, in case of space combat, how about the trio of Smith, More, and Sleeford?” “You have free reign Ailynn. Here’s a list of people that you need to take.” She teased gently. “As it happens we’re of a similar mind. I’ll take More and Sleeford. Greta...I’ll leave up to you, another pair of eyes tactically would be good, however I don’t want to leave the ship without a Security presence.” "Well, I don't see how losing 3 officers will break the bank security wise so to speak. Take all three. You might need Greta more than we do." “As to More and Sleeford…” She related the incident in the shuttlebay earlier. “I don’t think that there’s a problem per se, but perhaps a reminder that situational de-escalation should be the first tactic?” "Yeah, the shoot first ask questions mentality doesn't always work. And there are ways to descalate a situation without resulting to threats. Assessing without asserting authority, while still maintaining readiness. We can't treat everyone like a suspect because they're rude. Otherwise I know someone who might not have made it through high school." Trip replied with a wink. Ailynn laughed, glad that they were still themselves. “Touche.” "So what do you think we should do about the dynamic duo. Slap on the wrist? Counseling? Ignore it?" “Ignore it for the moment. I’ll see how they go during the away mission and we can perhaps debrief everyone after that. We still have a young team, and though we all know our jobs, any kind of feedback to improve, myself included, is only a good thing I think.” "I respect that, but maybe a check in before departure. Who knows what you'll encounter. We can't have them going all cowboy and jeopardizing the mission. Maybe just a pep talk." “I’ll have a chat with them before we go.” She nodded. "How'd Vesper handle them threatening a patient. Did he glare at them with fire in his eyes." Trip said with a bit of a chuckle, trying to put some humor into the conversation. Ailynn laughed. “He managed to keep fairly quiet, but I imagine he was seething inside.” "Sometimes your brother's intensity frightens me more than Foxglove." At that a message from the sickbay was rerouted from the bridge to the ready room. “Speak of the Devil.” Trip muttered under his breath. =/\="Sir, we have a situation in sickbay, one of the survivors has decided to turn themslevs into a living bomb. Dr Ryelle and Nurse McDonald have contained the situation so far. I've erected a containment field around the Sickbay and sealed it off, you may want to start evacuating adjoining compartments."=/\= “Understood.” Trip replied. ~When it rains it pours.~ Trip then made quick work on his console, sending a general order to that deck for all personnel to evacuate the adjoining compartments. “Look, we should head to the bridge soon. I’m sure we’ll get updates on how everything is progressing. Is there anything else.” “I heard that the Dark Matter phasers made light work of the Sabre class that we encountered. All good?” Ailynn asked worried about Trip’s mental state. He was looking irritated, frustrated, and worked up. Not good images for the Captain to project. Trip sighed, he knew she was asking to make pleasantries, but to make sure he addressed his feelings before going back out in front of the crew looking frazzled. "No. And yes." “Oh?” "I asked them to surrender. Told them they'd be treated fairly. Instead they tried to self destruct and take us with them. I did what I had to do. I fired the shot." “I did wonder.” "The damage was devastating." “Stupid question, and I know that we’ll all have to make that call, but...you okay?” She asked gently, knowing how the weight of that decision would weigh on her. "I'm okay." “Okay, but I’m here to lean on yeah? When it’s just us...we’re still us.” "It's…. It's not the first time I've taken a life. It just doesn't get easier." “If you’d have said anything different I’d worry more.” Ailynn admitted openly. "I guess that's a good thing, right?" “More than you know.” "It's just different than in dogfight in a fighter. I asked them, pleaded they surrender. They said they'd resist. And then I killed them. Killed them to save the Exeter. Traded 42 lives to save 500. But it still hurts. To take a life. Even when justified." “Trip, I understand, and like I said, I’d worry more if you didn’t feel bad, and you made a decision that I have yet to make, and in all honesty, it’s the one decision that I’m scared to. I swore an oath, one that I promised I’d uphold all my life. ‘Primum non nocere.’” She sighed. “‘First do no harm.’ Trip, I’m here for you, because at some point, maybe this mission, maybe next, I’m going to have to make that call, and mark me well I’ll do it, but I’m going to need you to be there like I am for you.” She looked at him. “That was the reticence that I had in accepting this, and it’s still the worry that I have even now.” "It will be ok. It always is. It's just something that we need to shoulder together." “I hope you’re right. I really do.” "Me too." “Anything else we need to cover?” again, she asked simply, not worrying about how a sentence came across, because she knew that Trip would just understand what she meant. "Umm, well other than your friend Cortez coming in here talking about shamans and animal spirits as an attempt to cheer me up you mean." Trip tried to lighten the mood, get some sense of calmness before returning to the bridge. “She means well. Cortez is a true friend, and if she’s sharing her own healing experiences, then so much the better.” Ailynn answered gently. "One last thing, because it’s on my mind, literally. So in my little nanite doohickey, how much borg tech is in there?" “Technically none. The beauty of mum’s research is that it took a springboard from the borg tech, but then went right back to basics, and turned it into a…” She grunted in frustration. She hated having to explain something so insanely complex to a lay person. “They’re tiny robots that are all programmed to do one thing.” "They told me they would resist, and before I fired, the last thing I thought to myself was, can't they see it, that resistance is futile." Ailynn smiled. “Sorry to break it to you ‘T’ but that’s just you’re imagination kicking in. You need to get Mrs Williams to give you a deep tissue massage when you get back to quarters. Look, Trip, I know what you’re worried about, and believe me, I have seen some screaming arguments over this tech between the girls in my family alone. There’s those that say that the tech is dangerous; and they’re correct. Mum knew it herself. Trip…” Her face fell, not wanting to share the next sentence. “What are you talking about?” “Mum knew the dangers of this tech. She put all her research off until September 2419.” “What, like around your birthday?” “Trip. The catalyst for mum inventing this tech was me being born, the dextrocardia should have killed me by the time I was ten. Mum did 20 years work in eight years, so I could be the first recipient of the treatment.” “Sounds like her.” “Trip...If you’re worried about the tech... Then…I stopped being a real person back during that summer that I was just stuck reading in my room and just couldn’t see you...you remember?” “I’m not worried about the tech changing biology.” he said with a laugh, “I know you’re not a robot, you have too many emotions for that, even though you don’t let on.” “My point was that currently it doesn’t do any of that, but the biggest worry she had, and still does was the possibility that someone could get hold of it and weaponise the tech. Loses sleep over it.” “It’s just, I feel more aggressive right now, then before, more demanding, more like I want every to just lock step, and that's not my way. But I think I’m just feeding off of other people’s emotions. Not just feeling them, but being influenced by it. Just that burst of...well power, that and I haven’t eaten since 0800.” “You mentioned being more emphatically able than you were before, you’ll still be getting used to that; and won’t have felt everyone's emotion in a battle situation before.” She replied. “Besides you have to eat.” “When am I gonna eat? I can’t just take a lunch break in a crisis. Can I?” “We’ve only been in a crisis for a couple of hours. You can’t skip meals, even if it’s something replicated in here. I’ll tell your wife if you keep this up.” She threatened with a smile. Trip paused, “I’m going to recommend Starfleet engineering to not equip any future Exeter class vessel with the Dark Matter Phasers. They need to be exploration ships, ships of hope. But if we are going to have the QSD on a ship with Dark Matter Phasers, then when do we stop the pretense of exploration and call them what they are, warships.” “Where’s your thinking going with this?” “Think about it, we ripped a ship in half, with the QSD, we covered three days worth of travel in three hours. Put five of them at key strategic locations, Deep Space Nine, Starbase Freedom, Starbase McKinley, near the Klingon Border, you could have a ship with destructive capabilities, be almost anywhere in hours, when it would take days to mobilize. I mean think about it. With the QSD, we could get from Earth to Andoria, in like half an hour. Now take that, make a dreadnought, armed with a dark matter phaser and QSD, and we become less of the explorers we were supposed to be and instead a war machine. What’s next you take a Spectre class’s phase cloak, add that into the mix.” Ailynn nodded, conceding the point. “And if those stuff fell into enemy hands… to people less scrupulous than those in command of Starfleet, or a rogue captain. If the dark matter phaser were, say targeted at a city or planet…. I hope to never use it again to be honest.” Ailynn stretched in the chair, “I understand what you’re saying, and to a point I agree. We cut the ship in half, but at best you could describe it as ‘not in great shape.’ The shields were old when we were born.” Trip just nodded. “Secondly, yeah, we’re OP here, but out there in who knows what part of the galaxy? What do we meet? Borg? Worse? I’d argue that an explorative vessel has to prepare for the unknown, and not undergun ourselves.” Trip knew better than to interrupt a Bracken when they were on a roll. “Lastly again, yes, the QSD drive shortens our flight time, but at what cost. It’s only because we have the best pilots in the fleet if not the whole Federation at the helm, and the QSD is a massive power draw, we couldn’t keep running it the way we did getting here to the Badlands, like a normal Warp drive, it’d tear apart the warp core matrix faster than you can say Tommy Connicky’s boogers.” “There is nothing wrong with the QSD, it’s a game changer for deep space exploration. But the Dark Matter phasers….. You know the shields of a vessel half to be down for it to work right?” Ailynn nodded. She’d spent a few long boring evenings getting used to the ships systems before they’d launched. “I remember.” “Like the way they’re calibrated, they don’t penetrate the shields, conventional phaser fire needs to do that. But once they’re down, they’re destructive. We still don’t know how they effect our systems anyways, so they wont be installed on future ships until we test them out fully. And yeah I get your point. I do. It’s the into the wrong hands I’m worried about.” “No I know, and you’re correct. It’s on my mind as well.” Trip walked over to the replicator, “Do you want anything, I need a sandwich.” Ailynn shrugged. “I’ll have whatever you’re having.” Trip replicated to ham and cheese sandwiches, easily eaten quickly, he couldn’t sit in his office for ever, and his aura of calmness was returning. She nodded a thanks and picked up her sandwich, taking a bite, and washed it down with a sip of water. Ailynn hadn’t noticed how hungry she was. She suddenly laughed to herself. “This is a far cry from the care free days back when we arrived on Mars isn’t it. I can’t believe how much has changed in so short a time.” “Unfortunately we don’t have time to think. We’ve been here close to half an hour, there is a human bomb in sickbay, and who knows what…” Trip was cut off. =/\=“Captain to the bridge!”=/\= “Like I said, speak of the Devil.” Trip stood up, feeling a bit calmer. He was just going to go try his best. The two officers then exited sickbay, and onto the bridge. “Merek, sit rep, now!” (reply Merek) (reply Merek, any) (posted by Will and Mark) (USS Exeter - Main Shuttlebay - NPC "Civilian" Tyko Nix - 1426) Nix was beckoned to a side office and complied. As he entered, he gave one quick look at the officer and new exactly what this meeting was about. "Hello, Mr. Nix I'm Lieutenant Foxglove third officer of the Exeter the captain sent me because you wanted to file a official complaint with how you were treated by our security." "No, no complaint. Could they show more tact, yes, but I antagonized them." He said with a smile. (reply Foxglove iyw) "Honestly Lieutenant, I don't want to waste your time, I know why you're here. The way you hold yourself, your stance, the bad dye job, the look of battle in your eyes. You're really here to check my credentials." (reply Foxglove) "Lieutenant Commander Tyko Nix, Starfleet Intelligence, Deep Cover Operative, Code Name, Jumja Stick. Serial Number 74205." (reply Foxglove) Nix then handed her a small data crystal. "This is my encrypted identity crystal, has everything you will need to confirm my identity and my orders." (reply Foxglove) "And for the record, be easy on those two, I escalated the situation and pushed to get them out of the way so I could confer with the FO, were they a bit aggressive, yes, and they might need a talking too, but I did everything I could to get them to snap." (reply Foxglove) (reply Foxglove) (posted by Will) (USS Exeter – Shuttle Beta - CSO Lt JG Erin Cortez & CFO Lieutenant (JG) Ire Williams 1426) =/\=Status report, please.=/\= " Alpha Shuttle is currently 11,000 kilometers off the port side" Ravok answered. Tapping her combadge, Erin smiled slightly, "Beta shuttle is currently 11,100 kilometers off the starboard side." She winked at Ire. Ire’s finger moved across the console as the shuttle veered off to starboard mirroring Alpha’s position on the other side of Exeter. “We are now at any rate.” =/\=Excellent. I also left both of the shuttles a present. You should have found them by now.=/\= "Package received. " she responded =/\=Correct, I want you each to put one on, just in case. If things go side ways, shuttles can be replaced, I don’t want to lose any of you.=/\= ~especially not the man you love~ Erin thought to herself as she passed Ire a beacon and attached it to her flight suit. “Thanks.” Ire fitted the beacon security to his flight with one hand as he eased the shuttle onto their new course. As they sat, waiting almost for something to happen, Erin sighed. Ire glanced at Erin for a moment before returning his eyes to the console. “You okay?” "Yeah, it's the waiting. Gets me every time. I get nervous waiting for appointments. " “I can understand that.” "Mind you, not as nervous as I bet you are right now." Ire smiled. “Me I am not nervous this is great fun.” "Ensign Smith is going to kick your butt when you get home i bet?" Ire paused for a moment as he made a minor course correction to hide his unhappiness. “Yes she is and I can totally understand too.” Erin laughed, "She is fierce. Good woman, i wouldn't cross her." “I still don’t get what she sees in me, but I am very lucky.” "Congratulations by the way. I hear you two are engaged?" “Umm thank you. How did you know it’s not like we have been telling everyone?” "It's not a big ship. Word gets around." Ire sighed. “Of course, it is and gossip travels at warp speed.” (Reply none) (Posted by Robbie and Jackie) (USS Exeter - Sickbay –SEC/TAC Ensign Stan More: 14:27) As Stan began to heard people away from the danger zone. He was reminded of an incident in his early days before Starfleet. While studying to be a botanist. Stan took a job at the royal botanical gardens to help with his studies. In one of the greenhouses they grew some alien carnivorous plants. These plants only became active and ate, when it rained. So at 12pm everyday the greenhouse was cleared of visitors. Then organic food was placed by the plants. Once all the gardeners got clear. The greenhouse sprinklers where turned on. Simulating rain so the plants would feed. However on this particular day. A fault in the sprinkler system meant an hours delay. As Stan was trained in combat he was placed on duty. To keep visitors out of the greenhouse until the plants were watered and fed. Most of the visitors understood except for one visitor. Who drove Stan mad with continually demanding to be aloud in. “ The plants are being fed and watered. You canna go in.” Stan kept telling them. “ Young person. I happen to know that feeding and watering happen each day at the clock of 12. As my cousin is chief that is chief of this fine Scottish establishment. Patronised I say patronised by the royal family of this fine country. Meaning meaning meaning. My cousin who is chief of this establishment has the royal ear.” Said the visitor. “ They better return it.” Stan mumbled “ You young whippersnapper let me pass or your cheek will be noted and the royal family will know. Oh yes indeed indeed indeed.” They replied Finally Stans patents ran out and he aloud the visitor in. “ As Cuthbert Fortissimos remarked. Oh I weep for the youths of yesterday, today and tomorrow” he said as they entered. It was about one minute after the visitor entered that the screaming began. A rescue party rushed in. The visitor was alive just badly nipped and missing one shoe. It brought a smile to Stan's face. As he herded people out of Sickbay. ( Reply No one ) ( Posted by:- Norman 🐼) (USS Exeter - Sickbay –SEC/TAC Ensign Paul Sleeford- 14:30 ) With all the other patients removed Stan took up a position just inside. There was always going to be one. Who would try and push back in. So he stood guard just in case. Taking the PADD Sleeford left the bay and walked over to where More stood, turning the PADD round he showed the young ensign the list. "Stan. These are the compounds in her body, can you see a way to neutralise them, short of blowing her out into space, i want her alive for questioning. " “ It’s been a wee while since I wore the blue. But having a photographic memory. I can still remember my inner science officer. I see what can be done.” Stan told Sleeford. Stan read the padd. he moved over to the others. "Doctors. The transport system is designed to remove toxins and other contaminates in the body, can we not use it to remove the chemicals from her body?" (Vespers/Ryelle) Sleeford looked at both the medical officers. “Simple solution, use the site to site, beam her and one other to a large secure area, if she goes bang, we loose one person, not half a deck or worse the entire ship.” (Vesper / Ryelle) “Cell four in the brig, on deck twenty is the largest we have, we use it as a drunk tank for those who over indulge on shore leave” (Vesper/Ryelle) “ It can be secured with a level 15 field inside and out, that should contain any explosion.” (Vesper/ Ryelle) Someone rushed over carrying a padd. “No wait I have it. The neutralising argent is a hitritiumbased compound combined with a few other compounds will neutralise the reaction but its highly toxic as well as being volatile.” He handed the PADD to Ryelle and looked at Keria on the bio-bed. “There is a high risk of cardia, organ and neurological failure due to the shock induced by the neutralising reaction.” Stan looked at the readings on bio-bed display. “ I would strongly suggest that whatever we decide. We do it soon or there is going to be a very messy conclusion to this crisis.” Stan warned them. (Responses Vesper, Ryelle, More , Sleeford & Smith) ( Posted by:- Norman 🐼) (USS Exeter - Sickbay CMO Ens Gabe Vespers 14:33) Having been brought upto speed with the situation Gabe stood and looked around, the room colder his breath showing everytime he took a breath Ensign Sleeford was wanting to move them to the Brig, Gabe allowed him his moment he replied the same each time. "With the greatest respect Ensign More, by beaming the patient out we could make things much worse and as much as I'm sure your brig is comfortable, it would be lacking the resources we have at out disposal now." (Reply Sleeford iyw) Euan came running over and handed Ryle a PADD . "There is a high risk of cardia, organ and neurological failure due to the shock induced by the neutralising reaction.” “ I would strongly suggest that whatever we decide. We do it soon or there is going to be a very messy conclusion to this crisis.” Stan warned them. Throwing a look to Ryelle Gabe faced the room. "Ok, keep the temperature of the room down, rising it now could make things worse. You do however raise a good point Ensign More and one I agree with. I'm sorry to do this to all of you. Computer erect a level 10 containment field around sickbay and seal the entrance authorisation Vesper Beta 10 pie." The computer chirrped and the Gabe heard the hum of the field. "Erect a containment field around the lower section of Sickbay encompassing bio beds four through six." Again the room hummed with another forcefield. (Reply any) "Vespers to Bridge" (Reply Trip) "Sir, we have a situation in sickbay, one of the survivors has decided to turn themslevs into a living bomb. Dr Ryelle and Nurse McDonald have contained the situation so far. I've erected a containment field around the Sickbay and sealed it off, you may want to start evacuating adjoining compartments." (Reply Bridge) Gabe turned to face the small medical team "as to the risk to the patient, the wellbeing of the crew comes first. Gather your components and prep. Dr Ryelle you work with Nurse Euan to get sorted and administrator what we need. I'll monitor the vitals and react as required." (Reply McDonald, Ryelle) Gabe looked up and over at the three security officers "ensigns Sleeford, Smith and More, if you could ever so kindly stand ready to jump in if required, phasers down but ready." (Reply Sleeford, Smith and More) "How long do you need" Gabe addressed nurse McDonald again (Reply McDonald, Ryelle, Sleeford, More, Smith, Trip) (Posted by Mat) (USS Exeter - Sickbay Sec/ Tac officer Ens Paul Sleeford. 14:35) Sleeford stood to one side as Nurse McDonald came running over with the results of his analysis and gave the doctors the required information to save the woman and the ship. waking back to where More and Smith stood, Sleeford felt in the way. As the CMO erected a field around the beds surrounding their patient Sleeford smiled. "Stan, Greta, it looks like we're in the way, time to bug out and leave medical to play. Come on. " (More, Smith) Nodding to the medical staff Sleeford turned and walked towards the door, seeing the shimmer of a field he laughed softly to himself. ~A level 5 field, peanuts ~ Pressing his hand against the panel he tapped a few commands, walking out of sickbay he turned left and headed to the turbo lift, as the door closed Sleeford sighed,he felt slighted, abused and just about ready to punch the first person who said the wrong thing. the latest episode in sickbay had been the final straw, as far as he was concerned the CMO could have the explosive little madam in sickbay with it's paltry little level 6 field, if the level 15 one in the brig wasn't good enough, he'd go in later with a team to mop up the floor of the gore left after the explosion that would surely occur. Stepping out of the lift he walked into the armoury, opening his locker he threw in his phaser and body armour, slamming the door shut he turned round and leant back, closing his eyes he felt the real urge to scream. Sliding down the door he sat on the floor and stared in to the distance, the last time he'd felt this useless and worthless was after his fall that ended his marine career (reply none) (posted by Alistair) (USS Exeter - Sickbay - Ensign Greta Smith - 14:37) Staying quiet and off to one side, Greta had watched the exchanges between the other security staff and the doctors. Biting her lip as she put her phaser rifle down on a nearby empty biobed, she watched as the doctor erected a force field around the biobed with his patient and around sickbay. ~this is not good. Ire, good job you are safe on the bridge.~ she thought to herself. "Stan, Greta, it looks like we're in the way, time to bug out and leave medical to play. Come on. " Sleeford said as he walked over to them. ~that's not right. Doc asked security to stay.~ Greta thought to herself. Picking up her rifle, Greta stayed where she was, not moving. ~if something is going to go down her, I'd rather be here to stop it then wonder if I should have done after the fact. Consequences after this is done be damned. I'm staying.~ she thought to herself as she checked her rifle over, knowing that Sleeford was already making his way out of sickbay. (Reply any in sickbay, sleeford, more) (Posted by Jackie) (USS Exeter - Sickbay - MO, Ensign Kyros Ryelle - 14:40) Ryelle noticed Sleeford leave in the corner of his eye. He saw that look before, in many a person he spiritually counseled while in the monastery, it was the look of a man who wanted to help but felt sidelined. Many of those who survived the occupation as children had that look. When their older sibling, parents, grandparents, gave their lives for freedom, yet they were too young, too scared, or just flat out not allowed to help. With the the chaos going on Ryelle moved over to More with a PADD in his hand. "Ensign More, a birdy told me you have a science background, is this correct? I play poker with your next door neighbor here on ship, they told me." (reply More) "Look, I'll take the heat with the CMO for you guys leaving if he wants to raise a fuss. He means well but sometimes he's got the tact of Targ that got into a barrel of bloodwine. But I have a job for you and Sleeford." (reply More) "That girl is barely 20, my guess is that many of their new recruits are the same way. Radicalized because they find they are missing something in their lives. Bajorans, we are a proud, spiritual people, but....sometimes bad blood runs deep, and it's hard to forget the sins of the past. It's easy to awaken that cultural memory of opression by the Cardassians, and view this peace, this unity, as being abandoned by the Prophets, by the government. We are a people willing to die for our people. But I can't see the misguided youth of my people die in this foolish way. Take this PADD and this tricorder." Ryelle handed More the items. "it has the analysis of the compound in her system, and our treatment plans. The Tricorder is plugged into sickbay computers. As we update the treatment, you'll see things in real time, but maybe you will see something we miss. Either we may encounter others with the same misguided desire to die for the false gods, the Pah Wraiths. If you and Sleeford can synthesize a neutralizing agent that doesn't require a temperature change, and a delivery system that can stun rather than kill... maybe compassion can bring these radicals back to the light of the prophets." (reply More) "Go quick, I think there is an open lap somewhere you two can use. Please I'm begging you. I don't want to see any more of my people die due to the misguided teachings of the Pah Wraiths." (reply More) Ryelle then nodded and returned to the CMO. "Ok, so what is the next step on treatment." Whether the CMO yelled at him or not, in the end he would always be a monk, a spiritual father for the Bajoran people, and bringing their souls back to the light of the prophet was important to him. So if he got reprimanded for sending two of the security officers off on their way on a task that might save Bajoran lives and keep the radicals from becoming martyrs for those blasted false gods, he would gladly take his punishment. (reply Vesper) (reply More, Vesper, McDonald, Any) (posted by Will) (USS Exeter - Sickbay - SPC Ensign Greta Smith - 14:41) Stood, stoically at the edge of the force field that surrounded the bed with the patient in it and the doctors surrounding her. Not fully understanding the science behind everything that was going on, she knew that whatever was happening with the woman, this may not end well. Offering a silent prayer to the universe, she took a deep breath, kept her hand on the phaser rifle slung over her shoulder and spoke, "What can I do to help?" (Reply Medical, any) (Posted by Jackie) (USS Exeter - Sickbay - CMO, Ens Gabe Vesper - 14:42) "Ok, so what is the next step on treatment." Ryelle asked. Gabe sighed again looking up and seeing two of the three security officers leave. Looking down at the woman then back to the Dr and then to Ewan. "I'm guessing an order means nothing now" Gabe pinched his nose feeling his ridges again, this position was trying him and frankly he was at the point of losing interest with trying to save lives above the need for department relations. He was trying his best. "I believe my previous instruction was for you and Nurse McDonald to do what was needed and I would monitor the vitals." (Reply Ryelle and McDonald) Gabe moved across to the weapons locker and pulled out three phasers and holsters, he handed them to the other two officers and attached his own to his hip. "Not what I want to do but needs must. I'll deal with people leaving us later." (Reply any) "Ewan if you could send your readings to the shuttlebay so they can start screening the rest of the survivors" (Reply McDonald) Moving to the side of the bed and grabbing a tricorder he activated the main screen to start monitoring things. "Ready when you two are" Gabe said looking down at the phaser. (Reply McDonald, Ryelle, Smith) (Posted by Mat) (USS Exeter - Armory - StratOPS Ensign Billy Alexander - 14:45) "Rough day?" Billy asked as he entered the armory pushing a cart of brand new, freshly replicated tactical vests. They were similar in design to those worn in the mid 23rd century during the Federation Klingon war, but they polymers were stronger, more durable, and offered a lot more protection. They were loaded with experimental, personal shields, which provided some defense against low level phaser blasts, though a Klingon disruptor would still disintegrate you. They also were a bit heavy, weighing roughly 15 kilos. (reply Sleeford) "I brought presents if that helps. Fresh designs from Starfleet Tactical. Brand new tactical vests. I think you guys will get to use them." (reply Sleeford) "I'm not sure if we officially met, names Billy, Billy Alexander, Strategic Operations, but really right now, seems like I'm just an errand boy." (reply Sleeford) "It's nice to meet you Paul." Billy said with a smile. "Hey not to sound nosey, but why so glum?" (reply Sleeford) (reply Sleeford) (posted by Will) (USS Exeter - Sickbay - Tac/Sec Ensign Stan More - 14:48 ) Stan wanted to pull out his phaser and stun the lot of them. No wonder Sleeford was pissed. "Stan, Greta, it looks like we're in the way, time to bug out and leave medical to play. Come on. " (Smith) “ Agreed. Let them get blown to pieces. Ungrateful Jackals why should we help them.” Stan started to follow. But stopped as someone moved over to him. With the the chaos going on Ryelle moved over to More with a PADD in his hand. "Ensign More, a birdy told me you have a science background, is this correct? I play poker with your next door neighbor here on ship, they told me." “ Forget it. We know when we are not wanted.” Stan said. "Look, I'll take the heat with the CMO for you guys leaving if he wants to raise a fuss. He means well but sometimes he's got the tact of Targ that got into a barrel of bloodwine. But I have a job for you and Sleeford." “ Forget it. They don’t want our help and why should we.” Stan Replied bitterly "That girl is barely 20, my guess is that many of their new recruits are the same way. Radicalized because they find they are missing something in their lives. Bajorans, we are a proud, spiritual people, but....sometimes bad blood runs deep, and it's hard to forget the sins of the past. It's easy to awaken that cultural memory of opression by the Cardassians, and view this peace, this unity, as being abandoned by the Prophets, by the government. We are a people willing to die for our people. But I can't see the misguided youth of my people die in this foolish way. Take this PADD and this tricorder." Ryelle handed More the items. "it has the analysis of the compound in her system, and our treatment plans. The Tricorder is plugged into sickbay computers. As we update the treatment, you'll see things in real time, but maybe you will see something we miss. Either we may encounter others with the same misguided desire to die for the false gods, the Pah Wraiths. If you and Sleeford can synthesize a neutralizing agent that doesn't require a temperature change, and a delivery system that can stun rather than kill... maybe compassion can bring these radicals back to the light of the prophets." “ I said no.” Stan said. "Go quick, I think there is an open lap somewhere you two can use. Please I'm begging you. I don't want to see any more of my people die due to the misguided teachings of the Pah Wraiths." “ Listen. I fully understand you want to help her. We could go and do as you wish. Despite what those shrieking Jackel targs say , we’re not made of Stone. But whatever ever we do even if we come up with a cure. They won’t even look it. All their see is that our uniforms are yellow not blue. By the time we have convinced them to even look at it. That wee lass will be a hundred piece gooey jigsaw. So forgive us, best we get out of way. They don’t want us here.” Stan gave him back the padd. He was about to follow Sleeford when he glanced at the young girl on the bio bed. Then he took back the padd. “ Ok I’ll see what can be done. But I swear if the CMO raises his voice at me. I will shove this so far up his arse . You will have to open his mouth to read it.” Ryelle then nodded and returned to the CMO. "Ok, so what is the next step on treatment." Whether the CMO yelled at him or not, in the end he would always be a monk, a spiritual father for the Bajoran people, and bringing their souls back to the light of the prophet was important to him. So if he got reprimanded for sending two of the security officers off on their way on a task that might save Bajoran lives and keep the radicals from becoming martyrs for those blasted false gods, he would gladly take his punishment. ( Reply Ryelle , Sleeford ) ( Posted by:- Norman 🐼) (USS Exeter - Armoy - Ensign Paul Sleeford - 14:50) Sitting against his locker gripping a small handheld in his fist Sleeford was oblivious to the sound of someone entering the armoury, banging and clattering a trolley through the aisles. "Rough day?" Looking up Sleeford saw the author of the noise, a young ensign from strategic Operations. Grimacing Sleeford looked at the man "You could say that. I've just had a shit day, started badly this morning when one of the patients from the freighter got in my face and it's gone down hill fast from there, including a run in with medical. They're under the impression we're all cold blooded killers" "I brought presents if that helps. Fresh designs from Starfleet Tactical. Brand new tactical vests. I think you guys will get to use them." Laughing Sleeford looked at the trolley and laughed, "Oh god the CMO will have forty fits if we go walking round in that lot. Better still he'll have a..." "I'm not sure if we officially met, names Billy, Billy Alexander, Strategic Operations, but really right now, seems like I'm just an errand boy." "Hi Bill. I'm Paul Sleeford, mass murderer in chief, killer of innocents and destroyer of worlds."; Giving a short laugh; " Well some people would have you believe that. I'm assistant Tactical chief." "It's nice to meet you Paul." Billy said with a smile. "Hey not to sound nosey, but why so glum?" "Short story. I had enough of other people assuming that because I've a yellow top, I'm a mindless machine, it started this morning a guy called Rix, Bajorian, got in my face over nothing, must not like my aftershave or something. Anyway it went to hell very quick, got a call to sickbay for some emergency and well we where basically treated like lepers that where dropping rotting flesh over the nice clean floors. So rather then punch the CMO through a bulk head and find out personally how uncomfortable the beds in the brig are, I came here.", Looking up at Billy, Sleeford smiled; " Vespers is gonna be a little pissed that i got out of his forcefield, but what sort of security officer would i be if i couldn't over ride a security field." Hearing loud booted footsteps on the floor Sleeford looked up to see More standing over him. “ I have been trying to contact you. Ensign Ryelle gave me this PADD. It has all the information we have. He hopes we may be able to stop her blowing herself up. “ Stan told him "So let her, it will clear out some...No Paul stop your up to your neck anyway no need to bury yourself" “ Look I don’t exactly like those puffed up Peacocks in Sickbay. Believe me I would just love for the wee lassie to blow herself and take them with her. But a blast like that could cripple the Exeter. There are still some decent folks on board should we let them die to?” Stan said. Shrugging Sleeford leant back against the locker, "Might improve the fleet if we did" “ LISTEN TO ME! “ Stan grabbed Sleefords uniform top and pulled him to his face. “ Do you really want those wrinkled nosed earring wearing sanctimonious Sassenach rebels. To brag to all the other races out there. Just waiting to see Starfleet fail. That they were the first to whip our collected butts!” Stan let go of his front. Glaring at More, Sleeford took a step forward and stopped, "No. Can't say i do, but what the point, Vespers will only assume we're trying to poison her, maker her blow up or some sort of shit like that." “ Then suit back up and let’s spoil the blue tops day. By saving the wee bonny lassie’s life!” Stan said Looking at More for a couple of seconds Sleeford took a breath. "Show me the info" Taking the PADD, Sleeford looked at the information. "Okay right first off we need to ascertain is our young Bajorian friend in sickbay is the only one or if there's more and if there is they'll need to be isolated, I'd suggest the shuttle bay but that's now a medical reception centre, so somewhere containable." Tapping the PADD against his thigh Sleeford shook his head, " I cant think straight. Come on, i know where we can work in peace and not have someone over our shoulder." Nodding to Billy, Sleeford left the locker room, entering the closest lift he waited for More, "We need somewhere to work, i think the lounge, grab a table and throw ideas around, i know we have limited time" (More) Walking into the Nine and Dine lounge, Sleeford walked threw broken glass and debris. Looking round he found a semi upright table and two chairs. Looking at the PADD Sleeford drummed the table top with his fingers. "These chemicals in the body, they can be countered with ,,, what did they call it in sickbay. hitrit,,something." (More) "Okay so can we flood the area where the freighter passengers are with hitritium, we could cure anyone there, its that or grabbing a load of hypos and doing it the old fashioned way, going round and pressing them against the necks of people who may or may not want to be helped. Either way we're up the creek, we also need to do in quick." (More) (Reply More) (Posted by Alistair) (USS Exeter - Locker room - Tac/Sec Ensign Stan More - 14:57) More looked over the padd. This was going to be complicated. Even if they could work out a way to stopping. The Bajoran from turning herself into fleshy goo covering everything and causing critical damage to the Exeter. He was going to need help. Stan tapped his comm. badge. “ More to Sleeford come in please urgent.” Nothing. More tried again. “ More to Sleeford come in please urgent.” Nothing. Stan used the computer to find Sleeford. He was in the Locker room. With time not on their side he charged off after him. More arrived at the locker room and found him on the floor. “ I have been trying to contact you. Ensign Ryelle gave me this tricorder. It has all the information we have. He hopes we may be able to stop her blowing herself up. “ Stan told him ( Reply Sleeford ) “ Look I don’t exactly like those puffed up Peacocks in Sickbay. Believe me I would just love for the wee lassie to blow herself and take them with her. But a blast like that could cripple the Exeter. There are still some decent folks on board should we let them die to?” Stan said. ( Reply Sleeford ) “ LISTEN TO ME! “ Stan grabbed Sleefords uniform top and pulled him to his face. “ Do you really want those wrinkled nosed earring wearing sanctimonious Sassenach rebels. To brag to all the other races out there. Just waiting to see Starfleet fail. That they were the first to whip our collected butts!” Stan let go of his front. ( Reply Sleefored ) “ Then suit back up and let’s spoil the blue tops day. By saving the wee bonny lassie’s life!” Stan said ( Reply Sleeford ) ( Posted by:- Norman 🐼) (USS Exeter – Shuttle Alpha- COO Lieutenant jg Ravok – 1500) Not much had happened so far in their journey. Except a few plasma flares here and there and a moment where Ravok thought he was going to lose control of his bowels, when a plasma tornado hopped into his flight path. Alpha shuttle was 11,000 kilometers off the portside and 2,000 kilometers ahead of the Exeter when suddenly, through the muffled sensor readings Something was detected just beyond a plasma storm In front of them. ~ A ship?, no 2 ships. ~ Ravok looked at Janey. " Here we go" ( reply Janey) They opened the comm. to the Exeter. " Exeter come in " =^= This is Exeter, send your traffic.=^= " 2 ships detected at bearing 211 mark 9." Ravok said as he dropped the shuttle further back, toward the Exeter. =^= Back off, we'll take the lead on this one. =^= " Aye Sir. " Ravok responded. " Ravok to Ire" ( reply Ire ) " Hey man, drop back. I'm sure you are seeing what I see. " Ravok warned. ( reply Ire ) (posted by Rob) ( Ferengi Vessel Lashar-Bridge- Toh - 1501) Aboard the bridge of the Ferengi ship Lashar, panic and chaos ensued. Their sister ship was down after getting hit by a plasma flare from the storm they passed. The ferengi vessel was frantically trying to get its systems back online and at the same time contain a volatile situation in their cargo bay. " We need them to get it together over there. We are sitting here like unclaimed strips of latinum, just waiting to be taken. " One of the ferengi crew members said to the commanding officer of the vessel. " You don't think I know that. I'm not stupid Barh. " Captain Toh barked. " I told them to secure it away from the power junction access ports in the cargo bay. Did they listen? No. Now we have lost nearly half of the cargo. I knew we should have taken at least half with us." Captain Toh declared. Barh looked down at his console. " What…" " What is it now Barh?" the captain asked. " For a moment I thought I detected something...a small ship. A shuttle even" He answered his captain. Toh laughed. " A shuttle? You are delirious. No one would fly a shuttle out here. It's probably just the sensors playing tricks again. " They both started laughing. " You're right." Barh responded laughing. " If there was a shuttle there would most likely be a bigger ship with them. " he laughed obnoxiously. " Yeah some big ship is out there just on the other side of that plasma storm." Toh said sarcastically. =^= Unidentified vessel this is the USS Exeter. Identify your intent in Federation space.=^= The laughter stopped abruptly, as the Exeter hailed them. They both looked at each other, neither one knowing what to do. A Starfleet vessel was hailing them. If they discovered their cargo they would be in big trouble. Captain Toh opened a channel " We are fine,uhh... go away" =^=Our scans are showing extensive damage to one of your vessels, you don't look fine. =^= Captain began to panic more than he already was. ~ If they scan us they will discover the cargo.~ " I said we are fine...we have it under control…" Adalas fingers danced over her console as she scanned the ships, a frown crossing her face as she listened to the conversation. She read the scans coming in and tapped a button next to the comm sending a message to the center seat. "I am detecting 600 liters biomimetic gel on that ship Sir." She glanced at the center seat then back to her station. =^= Our sensors indicate that there is a large quantity of bio-memetic compound coming out of your vessel. You wouldn't know anything about that, would you?=^= Toh looked at Barh , then back to the view screen " I think your sensors are providing false readings." =^= I'm sure you realize, financial moguls that you are, all genetic tampering, including any bio-memetic compound is illegal in Federation space. You had our curiosity, now you have our attention.=^= Leaning forward in his chair. " Rule of acquisition number 15 , dead men close no deals but rule 62 ...the riskier the road , the greater the profit." He said as he cut off the comm channel. The ferengi vessel started to power up its weapons. Preparing for battle. ( reply any on the bridge of the Exeter.) ( posted by Davis, Todd and Kathleen) (USS Exeter – Shuttle Beta - CSO Lt JG Erin Cortez & CFO Lieutenant (JG) Ire Williams - 1501) Smiling at Ire, Erin was glad that they had bonded. The last few minutes had been deceptively boring. Nothing but a passing plasma storm to even report on. As she sat quietly, thinking about various things, an alert sounded on her console. "Uh oh." “Uh oh?” "We got company." “I see it” " Ravok to Ire" “Ire here.” " Hey man, drop back. I'm sure you are seeing what I see. " Ravok warned. “Yep we see it, moving back.” Ire entered the commands and the shuttle began to move back to there new position. As ire was talking, Erin's hands flew across her console and she bit her lip, ~what the hell? Are they incredibly stupid?~ Tapping her console, Erin spoke, "Cortez to Michael's." (Reply Adala) "Are you seeing what they are carrying?" (Reply Adala) "Damn it. That's not good." (Reply Adala) Erin closed the comm, turned to ire and sighed, "They have something in their cargo ship. Something they really shouldn't have." “Do you know what it is?” "I… can't leave that. They could do so much damage with a biomimetic compound. " “What the hell are they doing with that and here of all places?” "I'm tempted to just beam the damn thing off their ship into the nearest plasma storm. But I can't." “We also need to get a lot closer as the plasma storms will affect the transporter range.” "Ire… I may be about to suggest something that could get us both in trouble but I will run it by the Exter first." “As long as it’s a cunning plan I am good with it.” Ire smiled weakly at his bad joke. "Okay." (Reply Adala, any) (Posted by Jackie and Robbie) (USS Exeter – Bridge – 2O/CEO – Lieutenant Keira Merek – 1503) As the com channel cut off an alert came across a panel on the center seat. (Reply Adala) ~Their arming weapons, fvadt.~ “Tactical arm all phasers, but hold fire.” Subconsciously her left hand was in the air in the hand and arm signal for “halt” ~I want to use torpedoes but regulations require CO or XO give the order.~ (Reply Dareshaa) “Helm maneuver one quarter impulse, turn to port, put us in-between our shuttles and the Ferengi, showing them our starboard side.” She said now pointing at their new helm officer. It was a weird sensation the adrenalin in her body was making her ready to fight but she had no one to hit. (Reply Ensign Winters) “Captain to the bridge!” Normally Tactical handled communications, these were not normal circumstances. She wanted all of the Orion woman’s thoughts on the weapons. “OPS, Hail them.” (Reply OPS) Keira really didn’t feel like getting in a fire fight with out all the people on board. Ferengi were usually cowards, but even cowards could fight hard if they were backed into a corner. (Reply, Adala, Dareshaa, Winters, Trip, Ferengi) (Posted by Todd) (USS Exeter - Bridge - Assistant CScio - Ensign SG – Adala Michaels - 1504) "Cortez to Michael's." Adala tapped the comm. "Michaels Here, Go ahead Lieutenant." "Are you seeing what they are carrying?" "Yes Ma'am. According to my readings they have 600 liters biomimetic gel aboard." "Damn it. That's not good." "No Ma'am." She had a hard time keeping the nervousness out of her voice now. Her friends were out there. She was worried about them, for them. For what could happen. It wasn't often that she showed this nervous side. (reply any on Erin, Ire, Any on the bridge) (Posted by Kathleen) (USS Exeter - Bridge - Assistant CScio - Ensign SG – Adala Michaels - 1505) Adalas attention on the reading she was receiving and another frown crossed her features. "They are arming weapons Sir." Her gaze roamed her console as it went from the information the shuttles were sending, back to what she was reading from the Ferengi ships. (reply: none, any on bridge iyw) (posted by Kathleen) (USS Exeter – Bridge – 2O/CEO – Lieutenant Keira Merek – 1510) “Merek, sit rep, now!” Trip said exiting the ready room. ~Bottom line up front, remember.~ “We have two Ferengi Marauder Cruisers off Starboard.” She began vacating the chair. “One of the ships was damaged, noticed by our shuttles, I ordered them to back off. We hailed the Ferengi asking their intent. Michaels scanned the ship per protocol and detected damage to the second ship and I offered our assistance. They tried to play the damage off, but Science being diligent was still scanning and found over 500 liters of an illegal compound, coming from the damaged one. I inquired about the compound, they claimed “false readings”. I informed them that the substance they were carrying was illegal and they spouted out one or two of their rules of acquisition, cut the channel and armed their weapons.” She offered. (Reply Trip) “I pulled a turn to port, armed the phasers and showed them our starboard side.” She answered. “ We held fire. OPS was still attempting to hail them. They haven’t answered or fired yet. Both ships are out of our weight class, but in this instance it might not be the size of the dog in the fight but the size of the fight in the dog. Their weapons are probably fifty years old. And we’re “ship of the line”. It’s gotta account for something, right?” (Reply Trip) “Thank you, sir. I’ll resume my post and maybe I can come up with some space wizardry for you.” Keira said, glad to in this instance hopefully be done with her tactical portion of the mission. She hadn’t felt that nervous until the optional Kobyashi Maru scenario she went through her 3rd year at the academy. (Reply Trip, any on bridge) (Posted by Todd) (USS Exeter – Bridge – Co, Lt. Commander Trip Williams– 1512) “We have two Ferengi Marauder Cruisers off Starboard.” She began vacating the chair. “One of the ships was damaged, noticed by our shuttles, I ordered them to back off. We hailed the Ferengi asking their intent. Michaels scanned the ship per protocol and detected damage to the second ship and I offered our assistance. They tried to play the damage off, but Science being diligent was still scanning and found over 500 liters of an illegal compound, coming from the damaged one. I inquired about the compound, they claimed “false readings”. I informed them that the substance they were carrying was illegal and they spouted out one or two of their rules of acquisition, cut the channel and armed their weapons.” She offered. ~Great, like we have time to deal with this. Crazy Ferengi, living bomb, undercover intel agents harassing security officers, said security officers getting grumpy. I'll be lucky if no one gets disciplined or loses a tooth over that one. Would have been nice to have more service time under my belt before dealing with this stuff.~ "Anything else Lieutenant?" “I pulled a turn to port, armed the phasers and showed them our starboard side.” She answered. “ We held fire. OPS was still attempting to hail them. They haven’t answered or fired yet. Both ships are out of our weight class, but in this instance it might not be the size of the dog in the fight but the size of the fight in the dog. Their weapons are probably fifty years old. And we’re “ship of the line”. It’s gotta account for something, right?” "Well done Merek, I've got it from here." “Thank you, sir. I’ll resume my post and maybe I can come up with some space wizardry for you.” ~Well isn't this situation just a load of Sugar, Honey, Ice, and Tea.~ "Page, open a channel, keep it open, they may not answer, but broadcast it on enough frequencies that they can hear." (reply Page) "Ferengi vessel, this is Captain Trip Williams of the USS Exeter, power down weapons and lets have a nice chat." Trip then turned to Bracken and whispered, "Did you take any Economics classes at the Academy?" (reply Bracken) "See what we have on board that might have value, whether they be entertainment provisions for Deep Space Nine's promenade, self stealing stem bolts, anything of value we have in cargo that we can offer as a trade for them to drop their cargo and leave. In case we can do some haggling." (reply Bracken) "Don't worry, Im not going to ask you to unzip your tunic a bit and show skin and flirt with them. I aint gonna pimp you out even though that'd work. Not going to risk the wrath of all the Bracken's throughout history. I'm hoping a show of force and some alternative deals might be enough to end this peacefully." (reply Bracken) Trip then turned back to the screen letting Ailynn do her inventory check. "Ensign Michaels, find me a nearby asteroid or any spacial debris, I want to make a point." (reply Michaels) Trip waited and once Adala had found a nearby asteroid at a safe distance from both them and the Ferengi, he targeted the rock with the dark matter phasers and fired, completely obliterating it, leaving nothing but space dust. "Now then," he said directing his attention to the Ferengi. Since you know what we can do, how about, we make a deal, you leave the illegal substances, we don't fight, you keep your lives, and we'll give you a little something something to make a profit with for your trouble. How does that sound?" (reply Ferengi) (reply Page, Michaels, Bracken, Ferengi, any on bridge) (posted by Will) (USS Exeter - Nine and Dine lounge - Tac/Sec Ens. Stan More - 15:15 ) What was going on? Stan was not like this. Usually he was quiet and subdued. But making threats? Racist remarks? Grabbing and pulling a fellow officer to their feet. Then shouting at them? No. This was not Stan More. Once the mission was over. He needed to book an appointment with a counsellor. The sooner he stopped transforming into something people avoided the better. More half expected Sleeford to take a justified swing at him. Nodding to Billy, Sleeford left the locker room, entering the closest lift he waited for More, "We need somewhere to work, i think the lounge, grab a table and throw ideas around, i know we have limited time" “ Agreed. Soon the build up in the wee lassies system will be past the no go level.” More warned. Walking into the Nine and Dine lounge, Sleeford walked threw broken glass and debris. Looking round he found a semi upright table and two chairs. Looking at the PADD Sleeford drummed the table top with his fingers. "These chemicals in the body, they can be countered with ,,, what did they call it in sickbay. hitrit,,something." “ Hitritium “ Stan said “I Okay so can we flood the area where the freighter passengers are with hitritium, we could cure anyone there, its that or grabbing a load of hypos and doing it the old fashioned way, going round and pressing them against the necks of people who may or may not want to be helped. Either way we're up the creek, we also need to do in quick." “ I agree my friend. There is a way. The Exeter’s anti intruder program. It can pump knock out gas into whatever area we want. Except the lower shuttlebay....” Stan said ( Reply Sleeford ) “ Had a wee difference of opinion with the sensors in there. But we have a team there so we can arm them with hypos. However .” Stan warned him. ( Reply Sleeford ) “ We have a problem. The intruder program can only be altered by someone with three pips and above both on their uniform . We need to speak with a person with a higher rank. Who does not consider us as a couple of lunatics” Stan said ( Reply, Sleeford ) “ Unless you have any other idea “ Stan replied ( Reply Sleeford ) ( Posted by:- Norman 🐼) (Ferengi Vessel Lashar- Bridge- Captain Toh – 1518) Holding off on firing their weapons, hoping to make the Exeter back off. Captain Toh sat patiently waiting, he looked at Barh. " They will leave , I'm telling you. " Barh looked at the floor. " Im not so sure " The alarm on Toh's chair went off. The Exeter hailing them on multiple frequencies...all frequencies. =/\=Ferengi vessel, this is Captain Trip Williams of the USS Exeter, power down weapons and let's have a nice chat.=/\=Captain Williams said over the frequencies. He cracked a smile. " I guess they are in a hurry to announce their surrender " Toh laughed. Suddenly a large asteroid in range of their sensors was completely atomized in a brilliant blaze of light, with enough force to make their ship shake. Toh let out a high pitched scream as he hurried to reply to their hail. He slapped the button. "Now then, Since you know what we can do, how about, we make a deal, you leave the illegal substances, we don't fight, you keep your lives, and we'll give you a little something something to make a profit with for your trouble. How does that sound?" Toh had the channel open. He could see the face of his would be destroyer. " And ruin my reputation across the entire sector? " Toh replied with a his lips barely moving as he spoke. ( Reply Trip) " No! No! " he yelled, waving his hands. " It's only one sector " Toh said laughing. He leaned forward in his chair. " I tell you what, if you give me one of your shuttles and let's say...10 phaser rifles, and I will forget that smug look of yours... humon" ( reply Exeter) Barh stood up and pulled his side arm on Captain Toh. " Take their deal, that weapon they used is a dark matter energy weapon. They could blow that ship to pieces right now. Then no biomimetic gel for anyone" Toh glared at Barh. " You'd kill me? " " Yes" Barh sharply responded. " You dont get to choose death for us." Toh laughed and looked at the view screen " Captain Williams, Our answer is no, you're going to have to k…" Toh fell out his chair as he was hit in the head by another of the Ferengi crew. His body was quickly picked up and carried away. Barh sat down in the command chair and adjusted himself. " We were underpaid anyways." He said. Smiling and trying to convey a demeanor of confidence. " While I'm not refusing your offer, Ferengi custom mandates that a new line of negotiations begin with me." Barh said with a grin and nod of his head. " I want a shuttle and I want your engineering crews to beam aboard our other ship to assist with repairs...we can't be left stranded out here for too long." ( reply Exeter.) He raised his hand " Not so fast humon...If you give me the shuttle I will give you something else, something that will benefit your crew, depending on where your heading " Barh flashed a wicked grin. ( reply Exeter ) ( posted By Davis Npcs Toh And Barh) (USS Exeter - Mores Personal Quarters - Canine companion Lillian - 15:20 ) Lillian went around her new surroundings checking everything out. Her next step would of been to mark her territory. But this would of angered her master. Meaning her daily tasty treat would be withheld. She would be shouted at. Then made to go and sit in the corner of shame. So all she did was sniff around. Many of the smells were familiar to her. But some her infant canine mind could not place. She did not sense any danger. But did one more circuit around the rooms. Before returning to her rest and exercise area. Flopping down a bowl of fresh water appeared before her nose. Looking up to see who had placed it there. Lillian could not see anyone. She assumed the master had put it there. After having a drink she decided to have a little nap. ( Reply, No one ) ( Posted by:- Norman 🐼) (USS Exeter - Mores Personal Quarters - Canine companion Lillian - 15:20) Sitting across the table from More, Sleeford stared at the PADD and tried to formulate a plan to solve their problem, they knew they had one living bomb, the question was how many more there where. “ I agree my friend. There is a way. The Exeter’s anti intruder program. It can pump knock out gas into whatever area we want. Except the lower shuttle bay....” Stan said Looking up Sleeford and frowned. "Why not the lower bay?" “ Had a wee difference of opinion with the sensors in there. But we have a team there so we can arm them with hypos. However .” Stan warned him. Drumming his fingers on the table Sleeford tried not to laugh. “ We have a problem. The intruder program can only be altered by someone with three pips and above both on their uniform . We need to speak with a person with a higher rank. Who does not consider us as a couple of lunatics” Stan said "Then we're back to square one. I don't think there's one senior officer on this ship who thinks we're sane. We've given them no indication we are. " “ Unless you have any other idea “ Stan replied "I have one but its a risk, Nix is still down there and likely to shout to all who will listen that we're harassing the Bajorians because their Bajorians. If we scan the bay for the compounds in the body, we can isolate those brainwashed people ad leave the rest in peace. We need a terminal to link that tricorder to, there’s one in the main security office on deck eight.” (More) Riding up one level Sleeford strode into the security office, finding it empty he frowned and turned the terminal round so they could both see the information. "We don't have time to convince the head shed we're both sane and they are. So we'll have to do this the old fashioned way. Can you replicate hyposprays of Hitritium. I'll find our problems" (More) Turning back to the terminal Sleeford placed the tricorder next to it and took a deep breath. "Computer show all life sign in the main shuttle bay with the compounds listed on the tricorder" As the dots appeared on the screen overlay Sleeford saw some moving around others. "Computer, remove the life sign signatures belonging to crew members in the bay. " As the dots reduced further to four Sleeford groaned. "Stan, we've got four in the main bay. this is going to be fun.. not. Okay ready?" (More) (posted by Alisatir) (USS Exeter - Main Shuttlebay - Sec/Tac Officer Ens. Paul Sleeford - 15:30) Entering the main bay, Sleeford looked round for a doctor or senior nurse, spotting a young doctor, Sleeford walked over. "Doctor do have a second, it's very important and please don't make a fuss" (Jamison) Looking round the bay to see if any one was paying too much attention Sleeford turned to the doctor. "There are four people on deck what have chemicals in their body's, that will explode given the right stimulus,there's one in sickbay nearly frozen, Drs Vepsers and Ryelle are trying to save her life, we have little time, if you want to confirm that fact please do so quickly and quietly, I don't want to alert the others we're on to them." (Jamison) "We have four hypos with a compound we hope is a counter agent to the chemicals, if you and a nurse take one, Ensign More and I will do with the other two." (Jamison) Smiling Sleeford handed over two of the hypos and pointed discreetly to the beds of two young females. "More and I will tackle the two males, hopefully we can get it into their systems before they work out what we're up to. Stan take the first male in zone three, I'll take the bed in zone four" (More) Approaching the end of the makeshift ward Sleeford could hear the young man groaning and sweating profusely, approaching slowly as not to frighten the man, Sleeford gently pressed the Hypo against his neck, placing a hand on the man's shoulder. Turning to see Nix and an unknown Lieutenant standing a few feet away Sleeford felt the red mist rise. Standing he turned to face Nix. "How many more Nix. How many more of your friends have you got on board to blow us to kingdom come? Give me one good reason not to throw you out of the nearest door" (Nix / Foxglove) Taking a deep breath Sleeford pointed with his chin over his shoulder. "I'm talking about living bombs, the four we had here and one in sickbay, people designed to blow themselves up so you and your terrorist friends can be the big man" (Nix/Foxglove) Taking a pace forward Sleeford felt the red mist begin to lower and the rage rise, clenching his fists he pulled his his stomach ready to throw a punch, taking another pace, he raised his arm, paudsing he lowered it and glared at the Bajorian. (Foxglove) Standing there seething Sleeford looked between the pair, sensing something was devastatingly wrong. Pushing between the pair, knocking Nix to one side, Sleeford paused and turned. "Report me if you want Lieutenant, I'm past the point of caring" Walking through the door Sleeford swung his right fist into the wall as he past, walking away as the sound reverberated around the corridor. Stopping in front of the turbolift, turning to More, Sleeford sighed. (Nix/Foxglove IYW) "Stan, what ever you where doing before we got involved in this fiasco, go back to it. There's no sense in both of us being in the brig." As the door closed, Sleeford tapped his badge. "Sleeford to Ryelle" (Ryelle) "Doctor, we found four more in the shuttle bay, we managed to neutralize them, if you want to send someone down to check them over." (Ryelle) (Replies, More, Nix, Jamison,Foxglove, Ryelle) (posted by Alistair) (USS Exeter - Main Shuttlebay - SFI Agent Lt. Commander Tyko Nix - 15:41) "How many more Nix. How many more of your friends have you got on board to blow us to kingdom come? Give me one good reason not to throw you out of the nearest door" "Ensign Calm down, don't do anything you will regret. None of these are my friends. I'm on your side." (reply Foxglove) Taking a deep breath Sleeford pointed with his chin over his shoulder. "I'm talking about living bombs, the four we had here and one in sickbay, people designed to blow themselves up so you and your terrorist friends can be the big man" "Ensign, Again, I'm not the bad guy here. It's what I tried to tell you in the beginning, just because I'm bajoran, doesn't mean I'm the bad guy. A few bad eggs from my people doesn't make us all the enemy. You should know that from your own planet's history." Taking a pace forward Sleeford felt the red mist begin to lower and the rage rise, clenching his fists he pulled his his stomach ready to throw a punch, taking another pace, he raised his arm, paudsing he lowered it and glared at the Bajoran. Nix just stood there. He could tell that Sleeford was anxious, angry, and stressed, and his own antagonizing of the poor man had a part to play in it. Though he was troubled that the man was seeing all Bajorans as the enemy, or at least just the rude ones. Which then Sleeford would be in for a surprise, because a lot of Bajorans don't take to kindly to feeling singled out. It was a cultural wound from the occupation. He was certain he wouldn't be the last rude Bajoran Sleeford encountered. (Foxglove) Standing there seething Sleeford looked between the pair, sensing something was devastatingly wrong. Pushing between the pair, knocking Nix to one side, Sleeford paused and turned. "Report me if you want Lieutenant, I'm past the point of caring" Nix looked at Foxglove, "Let me handle this. I might make it worse, but let me be the one to handle this. You can file a report with whomever, but let me go see if I can't calm him down." (reply Foxglove) "I can handle a black eye. Guy just needs to cool off." (reply Foxglove) Nix began running down the corridor and caught up with Sleeford and More. "Ensigns do you have a quick moment?" (reply Sleeford, More) "And please, just calm down, I'm not here to antagonize you. I'm here to apologize." (reply Sleeford, More) (reply Foxglove, More, Sleeford) (posted by Will) >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< End Compile >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<