Compile#3 AUGUST 10-16 (USS Rosenante) --------------------------------------------------------------------- Mission: Letters of the Marques Day 6 Stardate: 2408.02.21 Compile Summary (Torven III Xanadu Gothos, Throne room Doyle Dogface O'Banyan 1358) (Torven III – Xanadu Gothos, Throne room – Slave Diara Rhone – 1400) (USS Rosenante – Observation Lounge – aCSEC- Ensign Chance Raschen - 1419) (USS Rosenante- Observation Lounge- Trebin- Kohmas Dahl- 1422) (USS Rosenante- Observation Lounge- ACEO LT. Matrix - 1423) (USS Roseanante, Obs Lounge - FO, Lt. Jono Janeway - 1425) (USS Rosenante- Observation Lounge- Trebin- Kohmas Dahl- 1426) (USS Rosenante - Deck 3, CTAC Office - ACSO Ensign jg Dorian Weaver - 1514) (USS Rosenante - CTAC Office - Science Officer - Ensign Andrew E. Maddox - 1515) (USS Rosenante - Deck 3, CTAC Office - ACSO - Ensign jg Dorian Weaver - 1516) (USS Rosenante- Personal Quarters- Security Officer- Mike Rosenbaum -1914) (USS Rosenante- Personal Quarters - CMO Lt (sg) Josh Caskie -1917) (USS Rosenante- Personal Quarters- Security Officer- Mike Rosenbaum -1919) (USS Rosenante- Personal Quarters- CMO Lt (sg) Josh Caskie -1921) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Torven III – Xanadu Gothos, Throne room – Slave Diara Rhone – 1355) Diara had watched with a keen interest as the obvious leader here had asked the Cardassian captain about the payment from Trang. The name of the Klingon Ambassador had immediately caught her attention. She had long known that he had connections with the Orion Syndicates, but she had never imagined that he would stoop to having her kidnapped. She couldn't imagine why, the UFP and the Klingon Empire were not in any sort of competition over the government of Kaldum IX. Something didn't add up. Some payment was presented and the Human man was speaking again, "Excellent Captain. The chip contains the amount stated. Before I send you on your way, I would like to offer you and your crew the hospitality of my house, recreational drugs and slaves. When you have taken your fill, I will arrange for the five Orion women to be put on your ship. Since you are a little early I did not yet inject them with pheromone inhibitors. I will also provide your male crew with filters in case the inhibitor wears off, all free of charge of course. My only request is that when you deliver the Orion women to their buyer, you pass the filters along to him." ~So Trang did this for possession of five Orion Women?~ She asked herself still trying to figure out where her value in all of this lie. Captain D'Rott said, "Thank you Master O'Banyan. It is a pleasure doing business with you." ~Well at least I have his name now.~ she noted. O'Banyan clapped his hands and when some of his comely household slaves entered, he said, "Conduct Captain D'Rott and his crew to one of our pleasure dens to freshen up after their journey." The group of slavers turned to leave. Then the master Slaver approached the Diara and flatly said, "You will stay." "Sure, why not?" She replied sarcastically. There were a few more commands issued and slaves, running quickly into and out of the room, after a few minutes of excited activity O'Banyan he sat down in his massive swivel chair and waved her closer to his throne. Diara didn't hesitate, she was still trying to work out the story as to why she was here. As she approached the throne , a comfortable looking holographic chair materialized behind her. She smiled weakly then sat down. "You will sit. I have questions, and you will give me answers," ordered O'Banyan. "I'd be glad to, but if you want straight answers, I suggest you check your attitude at the door, unless you want to see exactly how stubborn I can be." (reply O'Banyan) "Of course I prefer to talk to the woman in charge, I prefer not to deal with lackeys, they very rarely have the power or authority to get anything accomplished." She added. She recalled he abductors speaking about their boss as if she were a woman. Therefore this person was unlikely to be the boss, unless she was drastically mistaken. ~Be firm, but don't upset him too much, Diara~ she reminded yourself, ~you don't have much of a leg to stand on.~ (reply O'Banyan) (posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Torven III Xanadu Gothos, Throne room Doyle Dogface O'Banyan 1358) "Sure, why not?" she replied sarcastically. Hearing the sarcasm in her voice, O'Banyan was beginning to not like her already. There were a few more commands issued and slaves running quickly into and out of the room. After a few minutes of excited activity, O'Banyan sat down in his massive swivel chair and waved her closer to his throne. Diara didn't hesitate. She smiled weakly then sat down after the chair appeared behind her. The sensors in the Deltan holochair informed O'Banyan that his new guest was having some sensations of apprehension, despite her caustic remarks. ~Excellent, very excellent,~ Master O'Banyan thought to himself. O'Banyan smiled to himself. Now that the Deltan was seated, the chair could start to pick up her physiologic reactions and sent the scan results through his computer system into his implanted chip. It was as if she was sitting in an ancient lie detector, updated of course as per this century. "You will sit. I have questions, and you will give me answers," ordered O'Banyan. "I'd be glad to, but if you want straight answers, I suggest you check your attitude at the door, unless you want to see exactly how stubborn I can be," said the Deltan. "You must realize the collar that you are wearing is an obedience collar, not costume jewelry. There can be some grave and painful consequences if your attitude doesn't improve immediately, thrall," O'Banyan warned. "I have the control buttons here, but I will willing to refrain from punishment if you're cooperative." The new slave obtusely remained defiant. "Of course I prefer to talk to the woman in charge. I prefer not to deal with lackeys. They very rarely have the power or authority to get anything accomplished," the Deltan added. O'Banyan's attention was immediately drawn to the fact that she said there was a woman in charge of Xanadu Gothos. This Deltan thought there was a woman, a slaver, in charge of this keep, a woman who had arranged for her to be abducted? Judging from what she had just said, the chair confirmed that she was not lying. Clearly Ambassador Trang's story about how this particular Deltan woman had been acquired was totally bogus. Evidently there was something going on that needed further investigation. O'Banyan resolved to find out who she was referring to, and why. With a reflexive tweak of his brain cyber chip, Master O'Banyan activated the viscosity factor in the holochair's programming, effectively trapping the young Deltan woman like a helpless bug on fly paper. He knew she would not be able to move from the chair until he released her. "News break," O'Banyan exclaimed with some anger. "There are no females in charge of my Keep. Your position here is indeed quite perilous. Orion Space is a huge ravenous maw that eats up millions of hapless, pretty thralls like you on a daily basis. Outside my reign of protection, you would be swallowed up like a tiny tear drop in vast ocean of crime, vice and corruption. Since record keeping of thralls is non-existent in Orion Space, no one would ever know of your location or eventual fate. I know for that for a fact, as that is how I lost my own family many years ago. For that reason I am loath to consign you to that fate. But continued rudeness has some short term prices." (Reply Diara Rhone) "In the light of your words," said O'Banyan thoughtfully, "I believe your presence here is no accident. I think rather we are both the unwitting victims of someone else's cowardly conspiracy. This is a conspiracy that I have been attempting to unravel even before it involved both of us personally." (Reply Diara Rhone) "On the other hand, if you're cooperative, forth coming and reasonably civil, our time together will not be unpleasant for you. You will live in relative comfort, be well fed, have most of your physical needs addressed and your virtue protected." (Reply Diara Rhone) "By the same token you must appear to my subordinates and slaves as my newest thrall. You're not going have free reign of my Keep. You're going keep taking phrenmonial inhibitors and live in a closed environment for your own safety. I'm immunized against Deltan and Green Orion female pheromones, but some others in my keep are not. I would prefer to protect you from the deadly effects of your natural secretions on those that are my minions here." "I am concerned that were I to release you, without ample protection, that whoever abducted you in the first place would only recapture you again. They've already tried framing me for your enslavement; maybe they will up the ante by framing me for your murder," O'Banyan warned the Deltan female truthfully. "Shortly, there will be UFP people covertly coming to see me about another kidnapping, I suspect, totally unrelated to your abduction. I will happily turn you over to them, pro bono. All I ask is to be absolved of your kidnapping." (Reply Diara Rhone) "It is in your best interests to cooperate. I will ask questions and you will tell me answers, with a civil tongue in your head. I will know if you are lying. If either of the aforementioned things occur in our conversation, you will find out why an obedience collar is not just a piece of jewelry." (Reply Diara Rhone) "Tell me all about your abduction, who you saw and what they did," O'Banyan insisted. "Any details could be important." (Reply Diara Rhone) (Posted by Jim McCrary) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Torven III – Xanadu Gothos, Throne room – Slave Diara Rhone – 1400) Suddenly her chair took on a sticky sort of feel, as if she was sitting in some sort of adhesive mixture that was semi-solid. Her arms and hands were in her lap so at least she could still move them, although she now realized that any attempts to get out of the chair would be futile. "News break," O'Banyan exclaimed with some anger. "There are no females in charge of my Keep. Your position here is indeed quite perilous. Orion Space is a huge ravenous maw that eats up millions of hapless, pretty thralls like you on a daily basis. Outside my reign of protection, you would be swallowed up like a tiny tear drop in vast ocean of crime, vice and corruption. Since record keeping of thralls is non-existent in Orion Space, no one would ever know of your location or eventual fate. I know for that for a fact, as that is how I lost my own family many years ago. For that reason I am loath to consign you to that fate. But continued rudeness has some short term prices." "I see." Diara replied quietly. "In the light of your words," said O'Banyan thoughtfully, "I believe your presence here is no accident. I think rather we are both the unwitting victims of someone else's cowardly conspiracy. This is a conspiracy that I have been attempting to unravel even before it involved both of us personally." "Well then, we have a mutual interest." she said, regaining some hope of salvaging this situation on more negotiable terms. "On the other hand, if you're cooperative, forth coming and reasonably civil, our time together will not be unpleasant for you. You will live in relative comfort, be well fed, have most of your physical needs addressed and your virtue protected." "Seems reasonable I suppose," Diara agreed, although she was feeling a bit skeptical. "By the same token you must appear to my subordinates and slaves as my newest thrall. You're not going have free reign of my Keep. You're going keep taking pheromonal inhibitors and live in a closed environment for your own safety. I'm immunized against Deltan and Green Orion female pheromones, but some others in my keep are not. I would prefer to protect you from the deadly effects of your natural secretions on those that are my minions here." "I am concerned that were I to release you, without ample protection, that whoever abducted you in the first place would only recapture you again. They've already tried framing me for your enslavement; maybe they will up the ante by framing me for your murder," O'Banyan warned the Deltan female truthfully. "Shortly, there will be UFP people covertly coming to see me about another kidnapping, I suspect, totally unrelated to your abduction. I will happily turn you over to them, pro bono. All I ask is to be absolved of your kidnapping." "well it seems that we need to work together. I need you to make certain that I'm kept safe and sound, while you need me to give you whatever information I may have and to make sure you're not fingered in my kidnapping." she summarized. "It is in your best interests to cooperate. I will ask questions and you will tell me answers, with a civil tongue in your head. I will know if you are lying. If either of the aforementioned things occur in our conversation, you will find out why an obedience collar is not just a piece of jewelry." "It's not exactly conducive to building trust to threaten someone with punishment if they don't do what you want. I understand your position, the need to appear to be in complete control all the time. I can appreciate that. But if you get any wild ideas about me being your personal thrall or any other such nonsense, it will become a very moot point, because you won't be alive long enough to see the errors of your ways. And I won't take too kindly to being punished at your whim either. I'll agree to your terms, of assistance and absolution for my predicament, if you treat me like a guest and not a slave otherwise. If what you say is true, that UFP persons are on their way here, you'll have very little time to come up with a very convincing story to tell them without my help. " She took a deep breath and was preparing herself for a potential punishment. "If you release me from the chair, take off this collar and treat me as a person and not a piece of property, you have my word that I'll be forthcoming and tell you whatever I know, since as you said it's within my best interest. But I suspect that it's in your best interest to have my cooperation or we wouldn't be having this conversation. I say we change the nature of our relationship and work as uneasy allies rather than owner-property. That's my offer." "Tell me all about your abduction, who you saw and what they did," O'Banyan insisted. "Any details could be important." "First remove the collar and release me from the chair, then we can have a pleasant conversation for as long as you'd like. Because I won't deal with monsters, it's against my principles. If you want to talk, then we do so on as even footing as possible. You'll get more information that way and it will be of higher quality to boot." (reply O'Banyan) (posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Observation Lounge – aCSEC- Ensign Chance Raschen - 1419) "I'm sorry but I could not hear your questions or statements" Kohmas said to Raschen. “My apologies, I started thinking out loud. What I had said sir was that Slargg wouldn’t have the gonads to attack an escorted ship and that Lagmar is the only Orion that I know of that has a Grid tattoo like that, but he’s supposed to be dead sir.” Then turning to face his captain, Chance used his PADD to send a message to the skipper that read “I’ll get with you offline with the details about how I know at your convenience sir.” (Reply Salid) (Reply Salid and/or any iyw) (Posted by Charlie) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Observation Lounge- Trebin- Kohmas Dahl- 1422) After answering the Doctor's questions, Kohmas was then questioned by another Vulcan, this one was an engineer. "Trebin Dahl, I am Engineer Ensign T'Kron. I have some questions." Kohmas nodded, "Ask away." he replied. T'Kron asked, "Mr. Dahl, if there were a spy or traitor on your ship or in one of the escort ships, who in your estimation would it most likely be?" Dahl scrunched up his face. It was not a pleasant thought and although he had suspicions, he hadn't really given it much thought. But leave it to a Vulcan to get right down to asking the difficult questions. "Well, I couldn't say who specifically it would be, but It would have to be someone that had knowledge of the Prince's location, knew his security policies and had knowledge or access to the inhibitor as well as the security codes used to override the door of his personal suite. Not all of the security officers have all of that information, there would only be a few, such as the Prince's minister of security or perhaps the head of his security detail." "Who do you think would stand the most to gain by continuing the fighting between the Meldovians and Arturians?" asked T'Kron. "Who might be strongly motivated and why?" "The Militant factions, most assuredly, not even hesitating to think about his answer. It is well known that there are military factions on both sides that use the war to justify their power and their influence over various aspects of our society. They are sworn to obey the Prince, and so it is most likely some secret Cabal of persons that are working to subvert the peace process. Of course the Orions probably have a great stake in things as well, since there are at least rumors that we use them as brokers for weapon, ships and as intelligence gatherers under the table. My understanding is that this is most likely because neither side can depend on the Federation to come to their aid, because of their neutrality in the conflict." T'Kron nodded thoughtfully. "I think we may need more data. Were there any security tapes from the ships left behind? Was there a black box of protected recordings found amid any wreckage?" Kohmas shrugged, "I have no idea. I was under the impressions that the ships in the escort squadron as well as the ship carrying the Prince were taken as prizes by the Orions. I saw a few other members of my country men from other ships, but not enough to account for them all. So I really don't know." The captain chimed in, "It was reported to me that the six ships of the escort were captured by the Orions. They apparently surrendered once the Prince was captured against threats of the Orions killing or harming their Prince." Kohmas nodded, "That's not very far fetched, Captain. No Meldovian officer would dare do anything that might cause our Prince to be killed or harmed if we could help it. We are sworn to give our lives without thought for the safety of the royal family. Currently the prince is the last heir to the throne. He has not married and has no heirs, so if he were to die, there would be chaos because never has there been a time when a member of the royal family has not sat on the throne." The Captain nodded and then turned his attention back to his officers. "Are there any other questions for Trebin Kohmas? If not I will have him released form the interview so that we can begin with the interview for Ambia Jolga." (reply all present) (posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Observation Lounge- ACEO LT. Matrix - 1423) Matrix listened intently to T'Kon's questions and noted a few of his own. The Captain nodded and then turned his attention back to his officers. "Are there any other questions for Trebin Kohmas? If not I will have him released form the interview so that we can begin with the interview for Ambia Jolga." Matrix cleared his throat, "Yes Captain...if I may..." Matrix sat up in his chair and addressed Kohmas Dahl. "Trebin Dahl, I am the assistant chief engineer Lieutenant Matrix, I also have some questions if you don't mind." (Reply Dahl) Matrix continued, "Mr. Dahl, as an engineer my interest in these events are centered around your encounter with respect to the Orions, your own security forces...perhaps a traitor or spy. Can you elaborate on how it was that you were surprised, overcome or otherwise unable to guard the prince?" (Reply Dahl) "So your security forces weren't expecting any internal breaches so you didn't guard against that possible threat?" replied Matrix. (Reply Dahl) Matrix held back a laugh and smiled, "Mister Dahl, I'm not accusing you of anything. We're assembled here to analyze the information at hand, from witnesses such as yourself. Your testimony should help us determine a great many things." (Reply Dahl) "Sir, my experience as a Star Fleet officer has also included security, but no my current duties are not directed at ships security. I point out that engineers are privy to a great deal of information and responsible for most aspects pertaining to ship's business...that includes..." Matrix stopped, realizing that he was taking this personally. (Reply Dahl, Anyone) "Forgive me Mister Dahl, I understand your point of view. I was not there, you where. My apologies." Matrix paused briefly and continued, "Mister Dahl, given this incident originated among one of the escort ships, did you have any indication of any unusual activity? In other words, up until the point where the Prince was captured, did you have any suspicion of anyone on board, on one of the escort ships? (Reply Dahl) "Mister Dahl, I thank you for your time. I imagine that you're rather tired and drained from the questioning process. I have no further questions." Matrix sat back slightly in his chair and acknowledged the captain. "Captain, I would like to review the telemetry and scan records, but I have no further questions for Mister Dahl at this time." (Reply Salid, Anyone) (Posted by Steve) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Roseanante, Obs Lounge - FO, Lt. Jono Janeway - 1425) Kohmas nodded, "That's not very far fetched, Captain. No Meldovian officer would dare do anything that might cause our Prince to be killed or harmed if we could help it. We are sworn to give our lives without thought for the safety of the royal family. Currently the prince is the last heir to the throne. He has not married and has no heirs, so if he were to die, there would be chaos because never has there been a time when a member of the royal family has not sat on the throne." The Captain nodded and then turned his attention back to his officers. "Are there any other questions for Trebin Kohmas? If not I will have him released from the interview so that we can begin with the interview for Ambia Jolga." Up until this point Jono had kept relativley quiet. He had relaxed a little into his seat and sat with his head in the shadows so Kohmas couldnt see him properly. He kept his face pointed at the man and listened to everything which was said and asked my the officers around him as well as the answers Kohmas was giving them. They seemed honest enough. Once the captain had asked for last questions Jono leaned forward revealing himself fully to Kohmas and said, "One last question Captain." In quite a serious voice. "First Officer, Lt. Janeway Mr. Dahl. You've mentioned the transport inhibitors with approximatley a 25 meter field. Could you describe to me where the first area outside the Princes quarters were anyone could have beamed aboard." (Reply Kohmal Dahl) "And what of other Transport Inhibitors on place within the ship, Could you tell us whereabouts they were located?" Jono said. (Reply Kohmas Dahl) "Interesting. Were all these inhibitors linked through the ships computer or seperate from one another?" (Reply Kohmas Dahl) ~I will need to speak with the team before the beginning of the second interview.~ (Reply any there, Dahl) (Posted by Jono) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Observation Lounge- Trebin- Kohmas Dahl- 1426) The Captain nodded and then turned his attention back to his officers. "Are there any other questions for Trebin Kohmas? If not I will have him released form the interview so that we can begin with the interview for Ambia Jolga." Matrix cleared his throat, "Yes Captain...if I may..." Matrix sat up in his chair and addressed Kohmas Dahl. The Captain nodded at the man. "Trebin Dahl, I am the assistant chief engineer Lieutenant Matrix, I also have some questions if you don't mind." "No of course not. That is my purpose for being here." Kohmas replied. Matrix continued, "Mr. Dahl, as an engineer my interest in these events are centered around your encounter with respect to the Orions, your own security forces...perhaps a traitor or spy. Can you elaborate on how it was that you were surprised, overcome or otherwise unable to guard the prince?" "I can not speak for anyone other than my partner and I. We should have been well inside the transport inhibitor field and the Orions should not have been able to beam in so close to us. The nature of the assault, or perhaps I should say the rapidity of it, was what caused myself and my partner to be taken by surprise." "So your security forces weren't expecting any internal breaches so you didn't guard against that possible threat?" replied Matrix. "I was not briefed to expect any internal breaches by our own forces. The overall security concerns were left to Chief Moldash, who was also taken prisoner by the Orions." He replied. Matrix held back a laugh and smiled, "Mister Dahl, I'm not accusing you of anything. We're assembled here to analyze the information at hand, from witnesses such as yourself. Your testimony should help us determine a great many things." "I completely understand that, Lieutenant." Kohmas added. ~Did the engineer think him upset at the line of questioning that had been asked?~ "Sir, my experience as a Star Fleet officer has also included security, but now my current duties are not directed at ships security. I point out that engineers are privy to a great deal of information and responsible for most aspects pertaining to ship's business...that includes..." Matrix stopped, realizing that he was taking this personally. Dahl waited for a moment for the engineer to complete his thought. "That includes… what exactly, Lieutenant?" he asked. "Forgive me Mister Dahl, I understand your point of view. I was not there, you where. My apologies." Matrix paused briefly and continued, "Mister Dahl, given this incident originated among one of the escort ships, did you have any indication of any unusual activity? In other words, up until the point where the Prince was captured, did you have any suspicion of anyone on board, on one of the escort ships? "There is no need to ask for forgiveness, I took no offense. As I said I have nothing to hide, so your questions are reasonable to me. To answer the last question you asked me, We had received the usual warnings of Arturian plots against the prince. These were commonplace, and usually if they occurred at all they were very poorly executed and planned. As everyone on the escort vessels had been cleared by the security Service, I had no reason to expect there to be a traitor amongst us." "Mister Dahl, I thank you for your time. I imagine that you're rather tired and drained from the questioning process. I have no further questions." Matrix sat back slightly in his chair and acknowledged the captain. "Captain, I would like to review the telemetry and scan records, but I have no further questions for Mister Dahl at this time." "I'd love to provide you with that information Lieutenant, but the problem is that there isn't any scan or telemetry data. It was captured along with the ships in the escort group. That's the primary reason why we are having these interviews." "However, we do have some equipment specs on the inhibitors and the class of ship that the Prince was being conveyed on, you may utilize the holodeck if you think that can be of any use to us in this case." The captain continued. (reply Matrix iyw) "One last question Captain." In quite a serious voice. "First Officer, Lt. Janeway- Mr. Dahl. You've mentioned the transport inhibitors with approximately a 25 meter field. Could you describe to me where the first area outside the Princes quarters were anyone could have beamed aboard." "It should have been on the other side of the section two bulk head which was secured. " Kohmas replied with confidence, " not in the hallway where they appeared. "And what of other Transport Inhibitors on place within the ship, Could you tell us whereabouts they were located?" Jono said. "To my knowledge there were three others. One in the main engineering compartment, one on the bridge and one in the cargo bay reserved for the Prince's personal effects." "Interesting. Were all these inhibitors linked through the ships computer or separate from one another?" "The inhibitors used in the Prince's quarters and the cargo hold were mobile. They were not directly linked to the ship's systems. They have independent power supplies and are controlled remotely by the security chief, who has the only access key. There are two technicians assigned to monitor each of the devices." He paused, "As for the two on the ship, in engineering and on the bridge, they are part of the ship's normal compliment and therefore integrated into the ship. I would imagine that they are controlled, therefore, by the ship's computer." (Reply Any Present, Jono, Matrix ) (Posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Deck 3, CTAC Office - ACSO Ensign jg Dorian Weaver - 1514) Weaver was a bit unsettled by the amount of steel on display on the wa ll. Was it just a cultural bias? His parents had had a few showpieces thems elves, nothing as methodical as this. The little water fountain gave him a passive-agressive feeling for the whole display "Ah Ensign, good, have a seat while we wait for Maddox." Absolutely." Without the need for further small talk, Maddox entered the office. "You wanted to see me sir?" he asked mildly. "Yes both of you have a seat, if you will forgive, I will not commence= with pleasantries, as this meeting will be brief" "Not at all, we all have important business to attend to." The reason I've called you here is that there was a coded message sen t from the Rosenante, to parts unknown presumably in Orion space. You two h ave the task in deciphering the code. I want it broken and I don't care how many hours you have to work, it needs to be done as soon as possible. Some one telling other people where we are is a danger looming over all our head s and when we catch the individual or individuals, I will make sure that th e only thing they see are the four walls ceiling and floor of the brig." Dorian simply nodded his understanding. Although the tactical concerns had completely missed him with a few metres's clearance, he was able to gr asp her irritation at the fact. " I will handle the security portion, as Chief of Tactical I can ask uestions that are needed to handle that portion without arousing suspicions .. Prime concern is not alerting these people to our scrutiny they need to b elieve that they have succeeded and have remained hidden. You will not disc uss the situation with anyone. If they ask about what you are doing, make s omething credible up. The Captain also brought up Ensign Raschen, with his connections to this area him or someone he knows could be leaking informati on. Don't tell him anything, if he asks specifics and you can't handle the questioning, send him to speak to me. If anyone asks why you were here, tel l them you were here for your quarterly counseling." "Thank you," said Dorian. Next he turned towards Ensign Maddox. "I hav e the transcription here, both the raw data and my attempts at decryption, as amateur as they might seem to you. Should we head for the labs so we can work on this, sir?" (Reply Maddox, Sullivan) (Posted by Mathieu Raymond) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - CTAC Office - Science Officer - Ensign Andrew E. Maddox - 1515) After conducting the pleasantries, well for a Vulcan, the Lieutenant got down to business. "The reason I've called you here is that there was a coded message sent from the Rosenante, to parts unknown presumably in Orion space. You two have the task in deciphering the code. I want it broken and I don't care how many hours you have to work, it needs to be done as soon as possible. Someone telling other people where we are is a danger looming over all our heads and when we catch the individual or individuals, I will make sure that the only thing they see are the four walls ceiling and floor of the brig." said the Lieutenant. ~Wow, I wonder if there is something personal about this event in particular, is it personal?~ "I understand I want to get them too." Andrew said trying to show enthusiasm, like his previous boss had told him to, but not trying too hard. Weaver nodded, presumably in agreement with Sullivan and himself. "Are we going to track down the source? Or is our job strictly the coding aspect?" Andrew asked, hoping that they were to stick with just the coding aspects, he hated the kind of mission that would require him to ask questions of people and conceal his own motives, seemed dishonest to him. " I will handle the security portion, as Chief of Tactical I can ask questions that are needed to handle that portion without arousing suspicions. Prime concern is not alerting these people to our scrutiny they need to believe that they have succeeded and have remained hidden. You will not discuss the situation with anyone. If they ask about what you are doing, make something credible up. The Captain also brought up Ensign Raschen, with his connections to this area him or someone he knows could be leaking information. Don't tell him anything, if he asks specifics and you can't handle the questioning, send him to speak to me. If anyone asks why you were here, tell them you were here for your quarterly counseling." ~Quarterly counseling, right.~ he thought to himself, in his head it even came across as sarcasm of the thickest kind. "Sure." was his only verbal response. His face was telling the tale of his lack of believing the offered stories for if their work was discovered. If the Lieutenant noticed, it didn't show in her face. "Thank you," said Dorian. Next he turned towards Ensign Maddox. "I have the transcription here, both the raw data and my attempts at decryption, as amateur as they might seem to you. Should we head for the labs so we can work on this, sir?" "Yes absolutely, you two get to work, send me hourly updates to my station, communicate with me directly when you believe you've accomplished the task, but don't put anything out on an open channel, remember regulation 46A, if transmissions are being monitored during battle, no uncoded messages on an open channel." T'Larah said, Andrew felt like the lectures he had at the academy. "But, sir, we aren't in a battle..." Andrew started. T'Larah answered without missing a beat, "Yes but we are in hostile territory. Do you think that for a moment that if our exact location is known that we won't immediately be attacked? Unless the knowledge of our wear-abouts aren't being sold to the highest bidder. That is how the regulation applies." "Ah, I now understand. Thank you sir." (Reply Weaver) As the pair left the office and both went to the lab to start their work. "Actually, looking at this you had some really original ideas for decrypting this message." he said genuinely complimenting him. (Reply Weaver) "Yeah, the only thing wrong with them is that they didn't work, but it did do one thing for us, it has begun to narrow down our possibilities, and we are one step closer to solving this problem." Andrew said with a smile as the pair walked. (Reply Weaver) (Posted by Todd) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Deck 3, CTAC Office - ACSO - Ensign jg Dorian Weaver - 1516) "Ah, I now understand. Thank you sir." "Well, thank you very much, lieutenant, for throwing your support in. I think we have a lot on our plate to work with. Just to let you know, the Captain recommended I also contact Lt. Bird… I mean Lt. Matrix. He might be able to help us find the terminal that was used to punch the message in. I'll ask him to keep you apprised of his findings." As the pair left the office and both went to the lab to start their work. "Actually, looking at this you had some really original ideas for decrypting this message." he said genuinely complimenting him. "I really thought I ought to cover the bases before trying anything more fancy. And I might have been incredibly hopeful that they would reveal a pattern, anything..." "Yeah, the only thing wrong with them is that they didn't work, but it did do one thing for us, it has begun to narrow down our possibilities, and we are one step closer to solving this problem." Andrew said with a smile as the pair walked. "Now, do you think this transmission might have been encrypted using a mutating algorythm… a worm? We ought to be careful, or do you have something for just such occasions?" (Reply Maddox) Dorian felt the man in front of him, though a bit ackward in his expressions and posture, hid a formidable intellect. It was almost intimidating, and so he forced himself to look him in the eyes wehn speaking, as much as possible; as well as giving him the privilege of first entry in turbolifts or doors, as befit a superior officer. (Reply Maddox) (Posted by Mathieu Raymond) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Personal Quarters- Security Officer- Mike Rosenbaum -1914) Mike noticed the immediate change in her body language when he mentioned the Champlain. ~note to self, not a good topic of conversation.~ His thought was confirmed by her response, "I was on the Champlain too. That was not one of the highlights of my life and to be honest I would prefer not to discuss it if you wouldn't mind. My memories of that time are not the happiest. Neither from the Champlain or from what happened afterwards, But as for why I am in Starfleet. It's probably for the same reason you are. I wanted to see new things and to finally see if I could make a difference." "I completely understand." Mike said with a slow nod, "Sorry to have brought it up." "I'm very glad that you accepted my dinner invitation actually, not to mention a bit surprised." he said changing the subject. He sipped some of his wine. "I'd been given the impression that you were married to your desk in the CMO's office. I'm glad to see that's not the case." He smiled. (reply Caskie) (posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Personal Quarters - CMO Lt (sg) Josh Caskie -1917) Mike nodded his head. "I completely understand. Sorry to have brought it up." and Josh simply shook hers in return as if she was trying to rid herself of a bad memory and smiled at him. "Don't worry about it." "I'm very glad that you accepted my dinner invitation actually, not to mention a bit surprised. I'd been given the impression that you were married to your desk in the CMO's office. I'm glad to see that's not the case." The fork that Josh was holding stopped half way to her mouth and the mouth remained open for all of thirty seconds before it curved into what, had Kitty Fisher been there, she would have warned Mike was possibly Josh at her very worst, or best, depending on whether you were on the receiving end or simply an innocent bystander. Josh was know, in Sickbay at least, as having an extremely off the wall reputation regarding her sense of humour and it was something that she used to her advantage on both her staff and her patients. This time she merely put her forkful of food back on her plate uneaten and cocked her head to one side, her green eyes gleaming. "Reeeeally," she almost purred, "and exactly who gave you that impression? Come on, fess up. I've been looking for a warm body for a while now. Not many of my staff have actually seen a real live autopsy since the Academy and I so hate to disappoint them once I've promised them a lecture." Putting her elbow on the table she cocked her head the other way, rested her chin on her hand and raising one eyebrow, regarded Mike with a half smile on her face. (Reply Mike) (Posted by Marilyn) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Personal Quarters- Security Officer- Mike Rosenbaum -1919) The fork that Josh was holding stopped half way to her mouth and the mouth remained open for all of thirty seconds before it curved into a half smile. This time she merely put her forkful of food back on her plate uneaten and cocked her head to one side, her green eyes gleaming. "Reeeeally," she almost purred, "and exactly who gave you that impression? Come on, fess up. I've been looking for a warm body for a while now. Not many of my staff have actually seen a real live autopsy since the Academy and I so hate to disappoint them once I've promised them a lecture." Putting her elbow on the table she cocked her head the other way, rested her chin on her hand and raising one eyebrow, regarded Mike with a half smile on her face. Mike smiled in return, then set his own fork down. He looked her in the eyes. "You know how starships are, Jennifer," He replied. "departmental staff talk with other members of other departments and before you know it, the CMO is married to her work, constantly working herself to the bone. Rarely goes out, supposedly rarely uses much holodeck time, except alone…" He smiled even broader, "I'm just saying that some people think that you're a bit of a recluse, especially now that Fisher and Kowalski are gone. I'm a security man, we hear all the good scuttle butt." "Personally I never believed a word of it, and I'm glad I'm right." He picked up his fork again, "But I can't tell you my sources, I'd hate to have to fill out the paperwork for suddenly missing crewmen ending up on autopsy tables in the morgue." (reply Josh) (Posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Personal Quarters- CMO Lt (sg) Josh Caskie -1921) Mike smiled in return, then set his own fork down and looked Josh straight in the eye. "You know how starships are, Jennifer," He replied. "departmental staff talk with other members of other departments and before you know it, the CMO is married to her work, constantly working herself to the bone. Rarely goes out, supposedly rarely uses much holodeck time, except alone…" He smiled even broader, "I'm just saying that some people think that you're a bit of a recluse, especially now that Fisher and Kowalski are gone. I'm a security man, we hear all the good scuttle butt." "Personally I never believed a word of it, and I'm glad I'm right." He picked up his fork again, "But I can't tell you my sources, I'd hate to have to fill out the paperwork for suddenly missing crewmen ending up on autopsy tables in the morgue." That last comment brought a quick grin to Josh's face. but to be honest she acknowledged that quite a lot of it was indeed true. "Maybe I shouldn't threaten to autopsy them. Maybe I should just threaten to have them seconded to Counselling instead. Lord knows poor Sally could probably use the help." (Reply Mike) "But in fairness most of my holodeck time is spent alone. There really aren't many people aboard this ship who are into skiing, climbing or sailing, except of course the Captain. He did suggest we go sailing together one time, but it never came to anything." Josh cleared her plate and glanced up, an impish grin on her face. "To be honest I am really not that disappointed. Two captains - one ship. It never works. I used to take Kitty sailing and she enjoyed it. Took Kawalski once. Poor darling he was terrified. I tacked across the harbour and didn't even get passed the breakwater before he turned green and I had to take him back. Some people don't do well in small boats, he was one." Noticing that Mike had also finished Josh rose and picking up the plates carried them over to his kitchen. "Now it's my turn to cook. If indeed you can actually call Zabaglione cooking." Gathering her ingredients together she put a pan of water on to simmer and tipping the egg yolks and the sugar into a bowl began to whisk them together. As soon as the sugar had dissolved she poured half of her bottle of Marsala into it and whipped it again. Sitting the bowl on top of the pan of water she kept stirring until the mixture seemed to double in size. "I'm going to need two bowls to serve this in almost immediately, if you don't mind. Waiting until Mike had set out bowls she turned off the heat, tipped the mixture expertly into each bowl. "Voila. Zabaglione a la Fisher. Hope you like it." 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