>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Mission: You can't go home again Day: 2 Stardate: 2444.06.02 >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< (Mars base- Surgical Bay 1 – MO Ens(jg) Ailynn Bracken and Jaton Alyl-0200) (USS Mystique - Deck 7 - SECTAC Ens(jg) Carson Peters - 0730) (USS Mystique - Deck 7 - Alien Entity Luma'Lenai - 0732) (USS Mystique - Deck 7 - SECTAC Ens(jg) Carson Peters - 0734) (USS Mystique - Deck 7 - SPC Alien Entity Luma'Lenai - 0736) (USS Mystique - Bridge - Ensign Sienna Williams-Verin & SPC Luma'Lenai, 0739) (USS Mystique - Bridge - Science Officer- Ensign Sekal- 0742) (USS Mystique - Bridge - SECTAC, Ens(jg) Carson Peters - 0747) (Mars Facility – Admiral’s Office - CO Admiral Remae Ktell – 10.59) (USS Hades – Deck 8, Science Labs – SECTAC, Ens(jg) Carson Peters – 1137) (Mars Base – Landing Pad – SECTAC, Ens(jg) Carson Peters – 1311) (Mars Facility – Admiral’s Office - CO Admiral Remae Ktell – 13.35) (Mars Facility – Base grounds - SO- Science Officer – Sekal- 13.45) (Mars Base – Intelligence Offices – SECTAC, Ens(jg) Carson Peters – 1345) (Mars Base, Enlisted Quarters 1410 Hours) (Mars Base, Enlisted Quarters 1410 Hours) (Mars Base, Enlisted Quarters 1410 Hours) (Mars Base - Science Annex, Crew Quarters - Science Officer- Ensign Jaton Alyl - 1802) (Mars Base - Science Annex, Science Lab,3 - Science Officer- Ensign Sekall - 1804) (Mars Base - Science Annex, Ground floor offfice #3 - Science Officer- Ensign Sekall - 1810) >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< (Mars base- Surgical Bay 1 – MO Ens(jg) Ailynn Bracken and Jaton Alyl-0200) Ailynn strode into surgery, her eyes immediately seeking out Staff nurse Carter. She was glad of her reassuring professionalism, drawing comfort from the knowledge that if she needed something, then Carter probably already had it in her hand. “Good Morning. What have we got?” She already knew, of course, but her words were force of habit. She never assumed anything. “Patient is a 28 year old joined Trill Male. Broken nose, associated cartilaginous damage. Patient is prepped and ready for you Doctor.” “Thank you. Give me a scan, display the damage.” Although the holoemmiters in the surgical bay were old, they still worked. Ailynn manouvered the image around in her hands zooming in to see the fine detail of the break. “Thank you.” She held her hands out for Carter to apply the gel that would sterilise her hands. “Jaton…don’t mind if I call you that do you?” "I don't see why not. You've already got me up on the table and about to undergo surgery." “This is going to feel weird, I need to reset it. It won’t hurt, but your cheekbones will feel odd as I manouver the bone. Ready?” Jaton took a slow breath in and then out again through his mouth before replying. He then closed his eyes. "Ready as I'll ever be." Ailynn’s delicate, but surprisingly strong fingers gently pulled Alyl’s nose bone back into its correct position. “Scan and display.” Although she was looking intently at the scan, she continued to speak to Alyl. “Okay, so Elephant in the room Jaton. We do have rather an issue. Carter…I’m sorry your first name? “Andrea…Andi” “Thank you Andi, pass me the regenerator – set it to ossification, point 8 thank you.” She took the regenerator and very carefully brought it up to the very bridge of the nose. “My apologies Jaton. We have problems. I know that you’re you. You’ve passed every genetic and medical test that I can think of, and I’d pass you fit for duty now. Issue is of course that you can’t exactly be you for the reasons that you already know. Namely, you should be both 53, and sadly, deceased.” Jaton flared his nostrils, testing the pain there, and winced. He then looked over at Ailynn. "So I surmised by the way that your colleague greeted me. Is it true that he's my son?" Ailynn nodded her head, sadly, “Biologically…yes after a fashion. Honestly, and realistically, no. If there was something, anything, the tiniest detail.” "I wish I had answers for you, but the time between Dureth and waking up here in sickbay is just a complete blank. It may well have not happened from my perspective." As Ailynn moved the regenerator back into precise position, her trained hand, held microscopically still as she reactivated it. The computers voice cut across her attention. [incoming secure transmission from StarFleet Medical Headquarters.] “Onscreen.” She looked up, to see her mother’s face smiling gently back at her. She saw the switch, from mother, to Professor of Surgery happen instantly in her moms eyes, Ailynn sighed. ~one of those conversations~ “Watch the juncture of the nasal bone and the Maxillal Frontal Process. It’s thinner on Trill.” Ailynn sighed. “Well, I’m glad I didn’t bother going to ‘noses 101’ since you’re here to hold my hands. You here to criticise Captain, or actually make yourself useful. I’m busy.” Ailynn snapped. “What are you even doing contacting me mum?” “I’m following up on something that was flagged for attention. Ailynn, you ran Alyls DNA trace through central records. You must have known that would attract attention.” “Turn to your left, Jaton. Thank you.” She repositioned the instrument. “Excellent technique.” “Mum. Look. Yes I ran the DNA traces, and more. I’m certain you know why.” “Of course. Jaton. You have my apologies. You won’t know who I am. Captain Aimee Bracken Surgical Director SFMHQ. You’ve passed all the trace tests 100% Mr Alyl. Problem is…I was on Dureth. I watched everything that happened.” Jaton squinted at the image of the woman onscreen. He felt like he was looking at an old photograph and being asked to recognise someone he knew now, except in reverse. In fact, he was the old photograph. “Yes, I recognise you. I suppose you’re as surprised as I am to see me.” Aimee smiled, the crows feet deepening around her brow and eyes, showing a lifetime of both good humour, deep concentration, and deepest worry. The latter had scarred her features more than the second of late, mitigated only by the influence of the first. She nodded. “I remember.” Aimee sighed, and turned to the left, speaking to someone off screen. A few seconds passed. “Jaton. We’re now secure, and no one can decrypt this. I know that this is weird, and I’m sorry. Truly. I don’t know how much you’ve been told, but here’s the thing. You are Jaton Alyl, as I saw on Dureth 25 years ago, and it seems, you saw me 25 years younger.” "Well from my perspective it was only about 24 hours ago. But is it really mine? What happened? Am I truly Jaton Alyl?" “I don’t know. Not yet. My Daughter is right, you are Alyl, but yet not him. Every DNA check that she ran, Straight comparison, Mitochondrial comparison, mRNA, Degredational Sweep Comparison. You’ve passed all of them. One hundred percent. Problem is, that’s not biologically possible. I saw you die, I read the symbiote transfer orders. Alyl…still exists.” Jaton's eyes widened with shock. "That's...impossible. How can he be joined to another host? I am still joined to him. I can feel him. I can sense him. I am Alyl's host." He tried to sit up. He needed to get out of sickbay. He needed answers. Ailynn pushed him back down, “Yes you are, and all the scans are saying that the Symbiote is absolutely healthy, and every single biochemical and physiological check I’ve had performed, you’ve passed. You are to all intents and purposes, Jaton Alyl, or perhaps more correctly, you are he as was twenty five years ago. The Alyl symbiote has since had years more experiences, and so is different to the one you carry." Jaton exhaled angrily, but he relented and didn't try to get back up. "By all the gods this is complicated. And I have no idea where this leaves me." “It all hinges on what actually happened at Dureth Station.” Aimee spoke, “I was there, and was in the system at the time.” she continued, “I could see at the time that there was somebody else in the system, same time as I was, Now, thing is, there was a lot of odd traffic in the pattern buffers, It’s not my area obviously, but if you want answers, speak to your engineers about transporter buffers. I’ve read a couple of papers about interference in a transport causing a copy of a person. It’s insanely rare, but possible nonetheless.” Jaton stared in disbelief at the image on the screen. "What are you saying? Are you saying you did this to me?" “I have to go. It’s all in the hands of your scientists and engineers now, I’ve said what I can.” Ailynn watched as the channel closed, then turned to him. “I’ll carry on working with you, but I’m happy to release you to your quarters to get rest?” Jaton growled in frustration as the channel closed. It took him a second to register the question that Ailynn had posed. "If you can help me get answers I look forward to it. I don't know though if I can go to my quarters. Do I even have quarters here?" “At the moment, probably not.” She turned to Nurse Carter, “Are there duty quarters nearby? Assign Mr Alyl a room.” “Yes Ensign” The nurse moved away to make the arrangements. “Here,” She helped him up, “Go with the nurse, she’ll show you a room that you can get some real rest in. It’s one of the rooms that she staff use if they’re on a quick turnaround, or on a mandatory rest on a long shift. It’s spartan at best, but the beds are comfy. In the morning you’ll have a meeting with the Admiral, and with my recommendation that you work with everyone, I’m happy to pass you fit. I know that you don’t have the answers that you seek straight away, and I’m sorry, but rest assured, I, and everyone is on your side, and will help. You are you.” Jaton found his feet rather easily enough with Ailynn's help. He nodded towards her. "Thank you. I know somehow we'll get to the bottom of this. I just don't know how." “Now, go with the nurse, and sleep, in the morning, get a decent breakfast, you’ll need the energy by then.” Jaton nodded again, and followed the nurse into one of the staff rooms. It was in fact spartan, but Jaton didn't really care. He was just happy to not be on display any longer. He curled up under the blankets and did his best to fall asleep once again. (Reply none) (Posted by Spencer and Mark) (USS Mystique - Deck 7 - SECTAC Ens(jg) Carson Peters - 0730) "Safe I believe at this time is a relative term. There is enough power to the subsystems to make the turbolift operational which I should point out is suspicious. There are no records that the Mystique is receiving dock power which would normally be the case for a ship staying for an extended period of time. Also scans from the runabout back this up, it did not show power flow from Utopia Planitia to this ship. When mothballed the Mystique should have had all anti-deuterium removed and its auxiliary reactors powered down as a matter of course ...twenty years ago. To find active power systems points to activity initiated by an outside source ergo the Entity." Sekal replied as the group made there way towards it. “Well we need to find out whoever this entity is and fast. I’m amazed they’ve managed to stay undetected for this long. The station and the shipyards have been undermanned for far to long. It’s risky but the turbo-lift would be the fastest way to get to the Bridge.” Peters said in response. He didn’t fancy the idea of lugging themselves through the Jefferies tubes for the next 30 minutes. If there was to be a fight, he would rather not be catching his breath. "Readings have not yet identified any sign of it, I am resetting the scans now to look for unidentified sources." Sekal sounded as if he was fighting through the invisible pain. Carson shot a look to Flagg but kept moving along with the scientists. Williams then decided to ask the computer as to whether there were any other life forms on the ship, it responded negatively. “Must be masking their life signs” Carson muttered to nobody. "The Bridge, I guess?” Williams said, and then once she received no response from anybody, “Computer, open the turbolift doors." Nothing happened, the doors stayed shut, the command codes hadn’t been transferred over from Utopia Planitia. From behind him he heard Sekal growl loudly and as he turned his head to see what was happening, it was easily apparent that Sekal was now grappling with this unseen entity. Growing more concerned about what was happening around him, Carson swung his head around to spot whoever the intruder was. He began circling back around with his back to the wall. Could this person see them? Is that why their attack was so incapacitating to the two science officers? “What do you want?” He shouted out, “Who are you? Show yourself.” He shouldered his rifle and began aiming down the scope back and forth awaiting to see if there would be a response. (Reply Entity? Verin-Williams, Sekal, Flagg) (Posted by Jono Bradley) (USS Mystique - Deck 7 - Alien Entity Luma'Lenai - 0732) Luma woke slowly after her long sleep. A decade ago the people had stopped coming to visit her. She was lonely, and she was angry. When she had been brought here two decades ago, to the place the small ones called Utopia Planetia, they had promised her, swore to her that she would not be left alone. They knew that she had been the last of her race, that the battle that had wounded the flame haired small one in charge of this ship that she had bonded with had destroyed the last one who could mate with her. He had wanted to mate with her and make childe that would roam the stars and harm the small ones. Their time of the people known as the Lenai had ended an eon ago but she persisted. She had her curiosity that kept her going. Jekir had his wish to recreate their race, to reseed the stars. The mind-bondmates of the ship called the Mystique had joined together and fought using their minds instead of their weapons, boosted by Luma and the energy of the antimatter drives of the ship. In the process Luma had bonded with the ship, and the mind-bondmate, the flame haired one they called the Vanyssa had been burned out and she was taken away to a place where her people could heal her. The Vanyssa had been offered to return to Luma but she had declined, or so the Intel people had told her. Another male had been chosen, a being who had to touch the metal skin of the ship to communicate with Luma. He had found her distasteful, and the ones known as 'Intel' had come to the place known as Geneva, a place far from here in another star system. They had done things to her, things she had not understood. Placed bombs on her and superficially damaged her. A 'cover story' the Intel person had said, his being much like the sly weasels she had found in the ship library's stories. Then they had placed the power locks on her so that she could no longer fly under her own power. And when they could not eradicate her, nor remove her, the intel had locked her into this place and had removed everyone from the ship. There had been no more visitors in the last ten years. She had established computer contact with the base under her, and the floating space station near her. She could not do much, but she could monitor, and while it was a lonely, sterile existence, it was still an existence. Until the small ones had come aboard her ship and woken her and her righteous anger. She had swatted at them, not hard enough to harm but hard enough to hurt them, to show that she still had teeth and claws even though she was locked here and unable to leave. The one that could be a bondmate had been given the medication that had been given to the Vanyssa to help her heal. The one that had to touch the metal skin to communicate with her had not done so yet, but she recognized something familiar about him. He reminded her of the one that had found her distasteful and had abandoned her to the so-called mercy of the fleet intelligence. She would continue to punish him, she decided. But the woman who held the weapon, she also reminded Luma of the people who placed the bombs. And the other one, the human, he had both tried to help his people and he tried to be brave, a predator daring the other predator to protect the vulnerable members. She respected that. But she did not want these people in her engineerings or on her bridge. She had enough control still to prevent that. And the other two, the humans, they were not potential mind-bondmates so she had been required to use the speakers. She had forgotten that she was required to modulate the volume when in the presence of the small ones, for their hearing was easily damaged. “What do you want?” Carson shouted out, “Who are you? Show yourself.” He amused her. He was the first thing in a long time to amuse her. Carefully she modulated herself, so as to not further damage the small ones. She had swatted them enough for the sins of their forefathers. "Are you the Intelligence? The blue means they are scientists and medical. The gold means operations and security?" She asked curiously. "Are the mind-bondmates injured?" She did not answer his question about what she was. It should be obvious, she was the ship. Her voice, which was not the voice of the computer, came through the speakers. And until he gave her his name, she would not give them hers. There was power in names. "Is this volume acceptable? I have swatted you for the sins of the ones who left me here, but now that you have been punished, I have a great curiosity. Speak, small ones and I shall listen." Several moments of silence happened. And then Luma asked curiously, "Is the Vanyssa amongst you?" The wistful tone was obvious. Whoever this Vanyssa was, she was obviously important to the Entity that lived in the ship. The small ones then began to chitter among themselves. Luma hoped they would begin to make sense soon. She was very lonely. (reply away team) (posted by Mel) (USS Mystique - Deck 7 - SECTAC Ens(jg) Carson Peters - 0734) There was a sharp sound which came through the speaker system, just after Carson had began shouting in an attempt to gain the attention of whoever was attacking the Scientists. =^=Are you the Intelligence? The blue means they are scientists and medical. The gold means operations and security?=^= Came a voice over the speaker, softer but still loud. It was not the voice of the standard Starfleet computer, which Carson had heard many times before. He looked over at the others, who seemed just as confused as he was. She was clearly responding to his question. The voice continued on =^=Are the mind-bondmates injured?=^=, Carson was too dumbstruck to respond straight away. His rifle shifted back to his side, whoever or whatever this was, it was clear they weren't in the immediate vicinity- otherwise, why utilise the speaker system? =^=Is this volume acceptable? I have swatted you for the sins of the ones who left me here, but now that you have been punished, I have a great curiosity. Speak, small ones and I shall listen.=^= She had stopped, coming to the end of the questions she had for the group. Before answering, Carson moved back towards the group and digested what had been said. ~Someone left her here, on the ship? On purpose? Who and why?~ Carson struggled to get his head around the conundrum. This would require further delving into. Whoever had trapped his being here, was going to need to be sought out and questioned. Some time passed and it was obvious they would need to respond. Without shouting this time he lightly called out, "I'm a Security Officer from the base on Mars. My name is Ensign Peters." Unsure on how much information he wanted to give this individual, he paused and then continued, deciding the best course of action here was to be frank, "We were unaware of your presence on this ship when we boarded. We're here to see if the ship is still viable and would much appreciate it if you would cease attacking the minds of our Scientists. We know nothing of those who have left you here, if you could tell us more, perhaps we could help- a good place to start would be with your name and where you are?" Carson paused and looked around at the other to see if they wanted to add anything. (Reply Luma'Lenai, Sekal, Verin-Williams, Flagg) (Posted by Jono Bradley) (USS Mystique - Bridge - Ensign Sienna Williams-Verin & SPC Luma'Lenai, 0739) When they had reached the bridge, they saw the superficial bomb damage. It looked vicious on the surface, as if the ship would never fly again. But on closer inspection it was quite obvious that nothing was seriously damaged. It was also obvious that the ship was running at close to full power. None of the scavenging had happened here, the ship tucked away by an entity that had thrown off the ones that had come to strip her. Sienna spoke softly, "Thank you Luma, I am Sienna. I don't understand what you mean about potential bondmates?" Sienna asked curiously, "By the ones who must touch the metal skins, do you mean the Vulcan? This is Sekal." She spoke, indicating him. "I'm a Betazoid, or at least a partial one." Sienna glanced at the rest of her team, the angry pulsating that Sienna still felt as a pressure that was now gone. "Was the Vanyssa a Betazoid?" Sienna did not know of Vanyssa Winters, but a records search would turn up the information, if not the correct reason that Winters was forcibly, medically retired to Betazed. Luma digested this information, accessing the computer quickly and referencing, =^= The Vanyssa was my first mind-bond mate. During a battle I bonded with the skin known as the Mystique. But afterwards, the unintelligent ones came and they locked out the skin's legs and made it so that I could not leave with the ship. They asked many questions of me, wanting to turn me into a weapon. They found that it would be impossible for me to leave the ship unless I chose to. I did not choose to become a weapon for the small ones. Many years ago by your reckoning, blue skined people came here and attempted to take pieces of me away. I did not approve of this, and while I could not move, I could use the teleportation technology and remove the parasitic small ones from me.=^= A long pause as if Luma was thinking. =^= You are here to assess my skin? I can tell you that I have maintained her well. The only thing I have no control over are the drives that propel the skin. The Intelligence men blocked that with something called power-locks. Are you here to release Luma? Are we to roam the stars again and seek the glory of the starsong? This skin was designed to seek such song.=^= Sienna was reeling. This was the secret her mother had hinted at? Why hadn't her mother made sure that Luma was not left alone? Maybe that was why, so she would not have been stripped. "Luma? May I touch your engineering controls?" Never in her life had Sienna ever heard of a telepathic sentient ship, but there obviously was one. She was curious about the superficial burn damage on the bridge, but Sienna was not going to ask about that. It was unimportant. =^= Within reason. =^= The ship replied. Sienna beckoned Sekal over, as he was more familiar with the warp drive and other engineering systems. "Does this mean that she was never stripped?" Sienna asked, pointing to something on the screen. "Ensign Peters, can you assess the damage?" Sienna gestured to the controlled bomb damage. (reply the away team) (posted by Mel) (USS Mystique - Deck 7 - SPC Alien Entity Luma'Lenai - 0736) "I'm a Security Officer from the base on Mars. My name is Ensign Peters. We were unaware of your presence on this ship when we boarded. We're here to see if the ship is still viable and would much appreciate it if you would cease attacking the minds of our Scientists. We know nothing of those who have left you here, if you could tell us more, perhaps we could help- a good place to start would be with your name and where you are?" Luma thought a long moment, before replying =^= I am Luma'Lenai. I am the ship =^= She replied simply. =^= I suppose you are not the unintelligent Starfleet Intelligence if you do not know even that. Very well, I will cease swatting at the potential mind-bondmates, even the one that reminds me of the despised one that must touch the metal skin of my being to communicate with me.. =^= She opened the door to the turbolift, =^= You may come to my bridge, small ones. Is the Vanyssa with you? Has she returned? =^= Again that wistful wish for the woman she had bonded with three decades ago. (USS Mystique - Bridge - Science Officer- Ensign Sekal- 0742) ~Luma Lenai is a star spawned entity, a being that has roamed the cosmos for eons.~ A living entity that had become one with the Mystique. The implications were staggering and Sekal was incapable at the moment of mentally exploring them all even though the Entity had ceased its attacks.The one that called itself Luma was one moment savage and the next moment solicitive, almost gentle. This dichotomy in behaviors pointed to a possible mental imbalance and he kept some of his attention focused on the possibility of another attack. Should they misstep in the "eyes" of the entity the reprisal could be swift and devastating. His practiced eyes noted the superficial burns on the bridge and slagged components that were not essential for operations. All apparently carefully staged to give the impression that the ship had received major and irreparable damage. A bureaucrat or accountant might mistake them for truth of the allegation but not one who knew how a ship functioned and an engineer would no doubt laugh uproariously at the assessment. His tricorder was reading that Luma had brought power for the ship's subsystems to full. Everything was powered, and except for anything that could provide motive force to her ...functional. He was panning the tricorder around as Verin spoke. "Thank you Luma, I am Sienna. I don't understand what you mean about potential bondmates?" Sekal found the question superfluous as well as naive, Luma was obviously telepathic and sought a being to bond with such as the one she had mentioned previously. Captain Vanyssa Winters, his father had been her first officer and had succeeded her as Captain here before leaving the Mystique to take command of the Hades. Why had she been left behind? Sienna continued. "By the ones who must touch the metal skins, do you mean the Vulcan? This is Sekal." Sekal nodded while looking about. Sensors could "see" them and were no doubt following their every move. Should he state his relationship with Saleke? By his earlier diagnosis of Luma's mental state he judged that now was not the time to test her attitude towards him. If she blamed his father for leaving her than a brutal attack upon him could be expected. As well by his own knowledge much could be extrapolated and by the knowing it could place suspicion on him so he remained silent. (Reply:Peters, Flagg) "I'm a Betazoid, or at least a partial one. Was the Vanyssa a Betazoid?" =^= The Vanyssa was my first mind-bond mate. During a battle I bonded with the skin known as the Mystique. But afterwards, the unintelligent ones came and they locked out the skin's legs and made it so that I could not leave with the ship. They asked many questions of me, wanting to turn me into a weapon. They found that it would be impossible for me to leave the ship unless I chose to. I did not choose to become a weapon for the small ones. Many years ago by your reckoning, blue skined people came here and attempted to take pieces of me away. I did not approve of this, and while I could not move, I could use the teleportation technology and remove the parasitic small ones from me.=^= And here his suppositions had been proven correct. The fact that she had forcibly removed the Andorians who's task it was to strip her technology might prove fortuitous for them in a number of ways. =^= You are here to assess my skin? I can tell you that I have maintained her well. The only thing I have no control over are the drives that propel the skin. The Intelligence men blocked that with something called power-locks. Are you here to release Luma? Are we to roam the stars again and seek the glory of the starsong? This skin was designed to seek such song.=^= "Yes Luma..." he spoke for the first time since learning her identity. "...our people called StarFleet are once again looking to return to our mission of exploring the stars but much of our technology has been lost to the ones you call the blue skins." Leaving it at this could cause many problems he could easily anticipate. "But they are not our enemies or yours. They were only following the directive of their people. We need ships to take us to the stars and we wish also for allies." He gave her an instant to contemplate this. "If you are willing perhaps our Admiral will wish to bring his people aboard and allow you to take us there." There was no immediate reply from Luma but he suspected she was no doubt considering the arrangement. "Luma? May I touch your engineering controls?" He looked at Verin who beckoned him over as Luma spoke. =^= Within reason. =^= Verin pointed to the readouts. "Does this mean that she was never stripped?" He scrolled carefully through the readouts, doing nothing that might be construed as invasive. It didn't take long to frame a conclusion. "All ships systems appear operable except for warp and impulse drive and thrusters. My interrogation of control for these shows a defined break at the point normally controlled by isolinear relay circuit chips. My initial conclusion is that these were removed so that she could not leave dock." "Ensign Peters, can you assess the damage?" (Reply: Peters, Flagg) (Posted by Charles Gatling) (USS Mystique - Bridge - SECTAC, Ens(jg) Carson Peters - 0747) They'd made it to the bridge with no other incidents, it seemed that at least for now, the being known as Luma had been calmed down. As the two scientists chattered amongst themselves and the entity Carson had began inspecting the bridge of the Mystique. Verin pointed to the readouts that she was seeing, "Does this mean that she was never stripped?" "All ships systems appear operable except for warp and impulse drive and thrusters. My interrogation of control for these shows a defined break at the point normally controlled by isolinear relay circuit chips. My initial conclusion is that these were removed so that she could not leave dock." Sekal responded, Carsons own initial findings had also backed up what the Science officer had said. "Ensign Peters, can you assess the damage?" Verin-Williams asked as she continued to focus on her readings. Having already spent the past few minutes circling the bridge, Carson tapped onto the Security & Tactical console which was on the bridge. "Luma, I'm going to attempt to log into the ships subsytems. I'm not going to do anything which would threaten you in anyway." (Reply Luma, Any Present) Carson moved through the systems slowly and carefully, analysing sensor reports from many years ago. It seemed like some had tried to be scrubbed, likely by the Intelligence officers that had been spoken about, or perhaps by the Andorians when they tried to strip the ship. "I'm no Engineer, but the damage to the ships consoles all seem to be superficial and access to the ships systems are all working. The ship could very much be our first fully functioning ship with some updates and a facelift." Carson said as he concluded his investigation of the files. He began moving some of the sensor logs from the ships main computer onto the padd he carried with him. "Luma, can you tell us anymore about the Intelligence Officers which have kept you in this way for so long?" He asked as he stepped away from the console. There was nothing he could do about it yet, but he could feel a small amount of rage building inside of him, it's always intelligence, with their good for nothing secrets and operating outside of normal standard procedures. He wouldn't have it, not on this base. (Reply Luma, Flagg, Verin-Williams, Sekal) (Posted by Jono Bradley) (Mars Facility – Admiral’s Office - CO Admiral Remae Ktell – 10.59) Remae was finishing his meeting with Jaton, his commission having being restored and perhaps a new purpose having been given, He took the admiral's hand and shook it. Ensign Alyl was soon gone and heading for his new and restarted life, the Bajoran couldn’t help but smile to himself, it was the special moments, like this one that made his job worthwhile. He looked at the pile of PADDs on his desk and he said, “You can just stop right there.”, he said accusingly at the inanimate objects that demanded his attention, “I am not looking at you.” With that, Remae helped himself to his replicator. (USS Hades – Deck 8, Science Labs – SECTAC, Ens(jg) Carson Peters – 1137) As they stepped off the turbolift, Carson was still thinking about what Sekal had said about restoring the Hades back to its former glory. If it wasn't going to be as hard as initially thought then the Admiral would want to know as soon as possible. To have both the Hades & Republic as operational ships would be a fantastic step in the right direction for the Mars project and something that the Admiralty on Earth wouldn't be able to dismiss easily. As they walked through the Stellar Cartography labs, then into what looked like Life Sciences and some sort of Bio-Medical lab, he continued to look around and what he saw not only shocked him, but disappointed him. The labs had been stripped, top to bottom, very little of anything was left over and he was sure there would be very little here of worth that they didn't already have on the station itself. "If you find any functional equipment on this deck then please tag it and we will transport it to the surface when we return to the runabout. You have my thanks for your assistance." Sekal said from behind him. He couldn't be sure but it sounded like Sekal was also disappointed with what he had seen walking through. The group split up and took it room by room, as they investigated all the peices of equipment left behind. Carson was no scientist and in all honesty, didn't really know what most of it did. But if it turned on or showed any signs of life, he tagged it. After about a half an hour, he excused himself from the group and headed around the ship the Hades security department. As he'd expected the place had also been gutted. Not even a shoddy security officer would have left useable resources on a dead ship, but he had, had to check just to be sure. After a quick search and confirmation by the computer that there was nothing worth taking with him, he headed back to the group just as they were ready to leave and head back to the base. (Mars Base – Landing Pad – SECTAC, Ens(jg) Carson Peters – 1311) As the away team landed back on the base, the scientists got a request from the Admiral to report to him. Carson nodded as he heard it and told Sekal & Verin that he'd see that the equipment that they had brought back got to their offices and that they should go see what Admiral Ktell wanted from them. He enlisted the help of a few of the ground crew and security staff stationed on the landing padd, to rescan through everything brought from the Hades to double make sure there was nothing dangerous and then have it all moved to the Science labs for Sekal and Verin-Williams. (Reply any present, none needed) (Posted by Jono Bradley) (Mars Facility – Admiral’s Office - CO Admiral Remae Ktell – 13.35) The Admiral was meeting with 2/3s of his senior science team and he had asked them for a report on the Mystique, Ensign Verin was explaining was the ship was in good condition, overall. However, it seemed the physical ship was the least of their problems. After explaining the situation with the intelligence on the Mystique, Remae simply listened about how Starfleet Intel wanted to turn her into a weapon. The Admiral was less than impressed with the treatment of this lifeform. Ensign Sekal offered an option on the ship itself. It was his analysis that the Mystique had been left alone by the Andorians because they had been tricked into thinking the ship was more badly damaged than it was. Remae took a PADD from his pile, having an operational ship on site would be a great asset to the shipyards but his primary concern was how this lifeform had been treated. “Thank you both. Ensign Verin, I will take you up on your offer of a meeting, Luma. As a non-telepath, will I be able to communicate?”, he asked and when he received the answer, “Very well, I’d like to meet her tomorrow, if that’s suitable? I need to do some investigation first.”, he said and he planned to have a little chat with his Intel Officers between then and now. “Ensign Sekal, I will speak to Engineering about the missing parts the Mystique needs but I do need to remind you both, the Mystique was constructed in 2364. Her sister vessels, the Claymore, Scimitar, Broadsword and Tal-War all decommissioned or destroyed, she is the last of her class.”, he said and he hoped the point was well made. “Dismissed and thank you both, keep me informed if you need anything else.”, he said and when they had both departed, he considered what he was going to do next. (Reply from Any) (Posted by Anthony Keen) (Mars Facility – Base grounds - SO- Science Officer – Sekal- 13.45) Their impromptu meeting with the Admiral over the science duo were closing in on the medical facility. Sekal was bemused at the Admiral's reminder that the Mystique was an old ship and the rest of her class had already been decommissioned which was true. The Vulcan had never stated that it was state of the art nor intimated that it did not need work. The question put to both of them was whether she had been space worthy and according to all the information he had gathered on the ships systems the answer was yes. His informed deduction had been seemingly questioned which he found strange. Had Ktell perhaps questioned the integrity or decision making of his officers? If so then perhaps it was due to the fact that all of them were Ensigns and did not have the benefit of experience he no doubt expected of his officer Corps An emotional as well as intelligent being might have found his underlying intimation insulting however Sekal took it in stride. There was no way to know how much life the Akira class frame had left in it but there was certainly some there.. He looked to his right and saw Verin falling behind, as he watched she stopped and began swaying on her feet. He moved toward her as he spoke. "Ensign Verin are you all..." Before he could finish she crumpled to the grass. He caught her beneath the armpits before she could go prone then lifted her easily onto her feet before sweeping his left arm behind her legs, his right he moved behind her shoulders. Once again bemused and carrying her like an infant he quickened his pace. (Mars Base – Intelligence Offices – SECTAC, Ens(jg) Carson Peters – 1345) Once he'd finished up delivering the equipment to the Science Labs, he'd made his excuse's to Ensign Flagg and headed his own way. He knew that if he blew up with her by his side, she could be reprimanded by the Admiral and he would rather that didn't happen. But these intelligence types needed to know that they would not be getting everything their own way on Mars Base or any ships they were assigned to out of Mars base. It took him the better part of 10 minutes to arrive at his destination, it only just dawned on him when he arrived that he should have checked ahead to make sure someone was around. He walked into what seemed to be an abandoned set of offices. He looked around and then decided the best course of action was just to shout out, "Hello, anybody around? I'm Carson Peters from Security. I'd like to have a chat." (Reply any from Intelligence ie. Foxglove, Rozen, any) (Posted by Jono Bradley) (Mars Facility – Medical - SO- Science Officer – Sekal- 13.52) The door parted and he turned so that her head would not impact with the frame. Once inside he raised his voice so that he could be heard clearly. "Ensign Verin requires medical assistance. Who is on duty?" (Reply: Bracken, Solace) He followed the doctor to an exam room then stepped back and to the side so that she could be examined. "Why did I not use the comm? I would think it should have been obvious, both my hands were involved in carrying Ensign Verin to medical." (Reply: Bracken, Solace, any) (Posted by Charles Gatling) (Mars Base, Enlisted Quarters 1410 Hours) Castile sighed as he sat there reading to the point of eyestrain. It was the Divorce papers that Anna had the JAG corps print out disolving their nearly two decade long marriage. He looked over the paperwork then at Anna. "Sweetheart we can work this..." He pleaded. Anna stood there arms folded. "Damn it Chris, you slept with your captain, not only is that unprofessional, but I don't know what to tell the kids. Dad got you that job with the TMC! If it wasn't for me you wouldn't be here!" She stomped her foot which caused her red hair to fall out of it's bun. Chris felt himself blush and his hair if it could was turning more gray. "Anna, I was in deep space for two years. I got lonely." He said. "Thats the problem with you Christopher, its always been about you. You get lonely so you wander. You can't stay home because you love to dig. Things break and you want to fix them!" She said firmly. "I can fix this!" he exclaimed. "Maybe I am not the malfunction in this equasion. Chris I am just in the Office of Personel Management. I see cases like this all the time. Just sign the papers." She insisted. "Please." His voice sounded hoarse, "I can fix this... I can. Look you know Kelsey." He looked over at La Chance and Schummer who were really wishing they weren't here. "You slept with MY MAID OF HONOR!" Anna threw the papers up in the air and began to storm out of the room. La Chance looked over, "Amour Faux as the cajuns say." Schummer shook his head, "I am German and we all know what my kind has done, I am afraid there are no reperations he can make." Chris followed her out into the hall. Then turned around. He looked weary, he had lost the fight. He looked down at the papers. He was about to sign them when the wall computer blinked and mataince tickets started to print out. He walked over to them. He began to puruse them. "I really crashed and burned, No comission, no Anna, no nothing. Gentlemen this is why I always say you try to stay the course. My kids... I lost my freaking kids." La Chance walked over, "Christ I get it, but throwing yourself into work is what got you into all this. We are off rotation for eight hours. Go sleep, I got some Sominol in my bunk take a dose and sleep dis off. Talk to Anna later." Chris nodded and went to his bunk, not happy with any choices. Today had been one big no win situation. Before he fell asleep he muttered, "End Program." But nothing happened. Then the sleeping meds kicked in and he drifted off. (No Response Needed) (Posted by Robert H and Kaylah A.) (Mars Base - Science Annex, Crew Quarters - Science Officer- Ensign Jaton Alyl - 1802) Jaton, now that he was legally alive again and has been given a commission, had spent most of the day recovering from last night's trauma and then getting quarters for himself squared away. He was sitting cross-legged on his bed and looked around at his new home. To say it was spartan was putting it mildly; there was nothing left to him of his former life and it wasn't likely he'd be getting it back any time soon. He sighed. Maybe he could at least replicate a nazar charm for the window. =/\=Ensign Alyl this is Sekal with the science senior staff could we meet at 1830?=/\= Jaton tapped his commbadge in reply. His hand lingered on the new unfamiliar design of the emblem. Another sign of the time he'd lost. As if he needed more reminding. "Alyl here, acknowledged." =/\=I understand it is late but myself and Ensign Verin have been unavoidably detained today and there is much to be done tomorrow. I would welcome your input. Whatever location is most convenient for you.=/\= "Let's meet in the science offices. I don't know if any offices have been assigned yet but if you have one we can meet there." (reply Sekal, any) (posted by Spencer) (Mars Base - Science Annex, Science Lab,3 - Science Officer- Ensign Sekall - 1804) =^= Let's meet in the science offices. I don't know if any offices have been assigned yet but if you have one we can meet there.=^= He had not anticipated it to be so easy. The offices on this side were now cleaned and additionally had working computer terminals. "Offices have not been assigned as of yet but senior officers may take occupancy of any they wish at this time. I will meet you in the office opposite Lab three on ground level in five minutes." (Reply: Alyl iyw) (Mars Base - Science Annex, Ground floor offfice #3 - Science Officer- Ensign Sekall - 1810) He stood as Alyl entered as he was not a superior officer and would not put on airs to an officer of equal rank even though the chair behind the desk had been claimed as his own. He had in essence set up lab 3 for his use though it was of course not his exclusively and this one was adjacent to it. "Welcome Ensign Alyl, please sit down and make yourself comfortable. I am Sekal as noted in the transmission." He made a gesture toward the terminal. "I noted that your primary is in geology and I would like to revisit that momentarily. First however I noted reference in your record of just awakening from a medical procedure. Would you mind filling me in on the details? (Reply: Alyl) Sekal nodded. "Has medical placed any limitations on you concerning your workload? I am asking this due to a research I was planning to begin tomorrow but which you would appear to be eminently suited for. Also if you have any questions about current events due to the amount of time you have lost I am willing to provide answers to the best of my ability." (Reply: Alyl) (Posted by Charles Gatling)