Compile#3 February 25-28 (USS Rosenante) --------------------------------------------------------------------- Mission: Touch of the Eidolon Day: 1 Stardate: 2413.12.15 Compile Summary (USS Rosenante - Observation Lounge - CO - Captain, Ahmed Ibn Salid - Day 1-0924) (USS Rosenante - Observation Lounge - FO - Cmdr T'Larah Sullivan - 0925) (USS Rosenante - Bridge - FO - Cmdr T'Larah Sullivan - 0927) (USS Rosenante - Sick Bay - CMO's office - FO Cmdr T'Larah Sullivan - 0933) (Starbase 989 – Supply Managers Office - ACOPS – Ensign Smith Day 1 - 1203 ) (USS Rosenante - Gym - Lt. jg Ben Soma and Ensign Eian O'Neill - Day 1 - 1332) (USS Rosenante -Crew Quarters - CTAC/SEC Lt. jg Ben Soma - 1400) (USS Rosenante- Holodeck 1- Combat Nurse – E’Mpak - Day 1, 1904) ===================================================================== Mission: Touch of the Eidolon Day: 2 Stardate: 2413.12.16 Compile Summary (Starbase 989- Promenade - CEO Lieutenant Steven Matrix, Day 2, 0734) (Starbase 989- Tournament Chambers, CIV Tournament Judge Ieko Takawa- Day 2, 0958) (Starbase 989- Tournament Chambers, CTAC/SEC Lt. jg Ben Soma, 0959) (Starbase 989- Tournament Chambers, CIV Tournament Judge Kal- Day 2, 1032) (Starbase 989- Tournament Chambers, CIV Tournament Judge Solia- Day 2, 1055) (Starbase 989- Tournament Chambers,CTAC/SEC Lt. jg Ben Soma, 1130) (Starbase 989, Tournament Arena, Ensign sg Sanok, Day 2, 1131) (Starbase 989- Tournament Chambers, CIV Tournament Judge Solia- Day 2,1135) (Starbase 989- Tournament Chambers, CTAC/SEC Lt. jg Ben Soma, 1137) (Starbase 989, Tournament Chambers, Ensign sg Sanok, Day 2, 1145) (Starbase 989, Tournament Chambers, CTAC/SEC Lt. jg Ben Soma, 1147) (Starbase 989, Tournament Chambers, Ensign sg Sanok, Day 2, 1148) (Starbase 989, Tournament Chambers, CTAC/SEC Lt. jg Ben Soma, 1150) (Starbase 989, Tournament Chambers, Ensign sg Sanok, 1151) (Starbase 989, Tournament Chambers, CTAC/SEC Lt. jg Ben Soma, 1152) (Starbase 989, Tournament Chambers, Ensign sg Sanok, 1153) (Starbase 989, Tournament Chambers, CTAC/SEC Lt. jg Ben Soma, 1155) (Starbase 989, Promenade, Lt. jg Ben Soma, Ensign sg Sanok,1156) (Starbase 989- Luxury Quarters, Ferengi Merchant Pez, Day 2, 1205) (SB 989, RJs, Lieutenant jg Ben Soma, Ensign sg Sanok, Ensign sg Eian O'Neill, 1210) (Starbase 989 - RJ's Restaurant - ACEO Ensign Eian O'Neill - Day 2 - 1200) (USS Rosenante, Deck 18 - Secondary Computer Core Upper Deck, Lieutenant Steven Matrix, 1300) (Starbase 989 - Security Office - ACEO Ensign Eian O'Neill - Day 2 - 1301) (Starbase 989 - Security Office - CTAC/SEC Lt. jg Ben Soma- 1303) (Starbase 989 - Security Office - ACEO Ensign Eian O'Neill - Day 2 - 1304) (Starbase 989 - Cargo Bay 1 - ACEO Ensign Eian O'Neill - Day 2 - 1400) (Starbase 989 - Captain's Quarters- Security Officer Evan Dunphy- 1510) (Starbase 989 - Command Centre Lt Krawl First Officer Day 2 1511) (Starbase 989 - Captains Quarters, Security Officer Evan Dunphy, 1513) (Starbase 989- Promenade, Civilian Daina Solos, Day 2,1523) (Starbase 989- Promenade,ACMO Ensign Sam Lopez, Day 2,1524) (Starbase 989- Promenade, Civilian Daina Solos, Day 2,1525) (Starbase 989- RJ's restaurant,ACMO Ensign Sam Lopez, Day 2,1530) (Starbase 989- Promenade, Civilian Daina Solos, Day 2,1531) (Star base 989 - Underside - Civ Dabron Moa- Day 2- 1543) (Starbase 989 - Promenade, CO, Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid, Day 2- 1546*) (Starbase 989 - Command Center, CO, Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid, Day 2- 1557*) (Starbase 989 - Command Center, CO, Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid, Day 2- 1600) (Starbase 989 - Command Centre, FO, Lt Kraal, Day 2- 1602) (Starbase 989 - Murder Scene, CO, Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid, Day 2- 1620) (Starbase 989 - Murder Scene, Security Officer Evan Dunphy- 1622) (Starbase 989 - Promenade, CTAC/SEC Lt. jg Ben Soma- 1623) (Starbase 989 - Murder Scene, CO, Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid, Day 2- 1625) (USS Rosenante, Crew Quarters, CTAC/SEC Lt. jg Ben Soma, 2130) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Observation Lounge - CO - Captain, Ahmed Ibn Salid - Day 1-0924) "Evaluation by counseling services on the station. If he is cleared of mental defect, then we take a stripe and transfer him off the vessel. If he has a mental pathological process, we have him committed and transferred farther into the Federation, possibly to Betazed." Ahmed considered her answer for a moment before nodding his agreement. "Very well commander, I agree with your assessment. Please inform Ensign Ichijo that Morris will not be returning to duty in the short term and that pending a complete review he may not be returning at all. Then see to it that the arrangements are made for PO Morris' evaluations to be conducted as soon as is feasible considering our other staffing requirements." (reply Sullivan) "That will be all commander" He replied. "You are dismissed." (reply Sullivan) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Observation Lounge - FO - Cmdr T'Larah Sullivan - 0925) "Very well commander, I agree with your assessment. Please inform Ensign Ichijo that Morris will not be returning to duty in the short term and that pending a complete review he may not be returning at all. Then see to it that the arrangements are made for PO Morris' evaluations to be conducted as soon as is feasible considering our other staffing requirements." "Understood." she replied simply. "That will be all commander" He replied. "You are dismissed." T'Larah needing to hear nothing more, moved out smartly to the bridge. --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Bridge - FO - Cmdr T'Larah Sullivan - 0927) As T'Larah entered the bridge, Lt Xim who was in the center seat was about to vacate it, but she motioned for him not to get up. "Sullivan to Medical, is Doctor Ichijo available?" she asked. (Reply Ichijo) "Very well doctor, will you be available for the next five or ten minutes, for a private conversation?" she asked. NRPG: Assuming the affirmative. "I will be to your office at that time. Sullivan out." (Reply Ichijo) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Sick Bay - CMO's office - FO Cmdr T'Larah Sullivan - 0933) T'Larah stepped in front of the CMO's office and could hear the chime inside signaling her presence. (Reply Ichijo) Responding she entered. (reply Ichijo) "This should be fairly brief Doctor, I won't need to sit. As you are well aware one of your Petty Officers, Petty Officer Morris is currently being held in the brig. He is pending a psychological evaluation by Star Base personnel." (Reply Ichijo) "That won't be necessary Doctor, she is being command referred, not medically." she explained. (Reply Ichijo) "If he is found fit for duty, he will be demoted and transferred. If found with psychological defect, then he will be transferred farther into the Federation, possibly to Betazed for treatment." she responded. (Reply Ichijo) "That is correct, Doctor, hence removing him from the duty roster." she said. "Are there any other questions doctor?" she asked. (Reply Ichijo, iyw, room for more) When her business was concluded, "Thank you for your time Doctor." she finished and left the CMO's office. (Reply Ichijo) (Posted by Todd) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase 989 – Supply Managers Office - ACOPS – Ensign Smith Day 1 - 1203 ) Robert had started the main computer on its diagnostic run. It would take a few hours to get the computer to a level that he would be able to begin the over haul. So he had decided to go to the supply department and get the items that were not on automatic re-supply. “I am sorry Sir but we do not have the spare parts that you require.” “Chief we have been here for a week waiting for the supply ship to arrive with the parts.” “I know sir but as you know we cannot replicate the components that you have requested. As soon as the supply ship arrives the parts will be allocated to your ship.” “Thank you for trying Chief.” As Robert entered the supply manager’s office he looked at the two people in side. The first was the supply manager who was a thin man with greyish hair. The other was a tall humanoid in a black fool body suit. The person turned Robert saw the commander pips on the collar and a comm badge in the chest. It took him s split second to realise that it was a Selkies and that it was a hydration suit and breathing apparatus. Due to the Selkies aquatic nature they could not survive with out there hydration suits whey they were on dry land or they would die. ~Wow not met a Selkies before~ “Ensign.” Robert looked up and realised that he was standing in the door way blocking the Selkies. He looked into the face plate and saw a frustrated female face looking back at him. “Um Sorry sir.” He mumbled his apologies and moved out the way so the Selkie could pass. He then walked into the office. The supply manager looked up as he entered. “Where are you from Sir.” “I’m from the USS Rosenante. I have a list of specific supplies.” Robert handed him the PADD of specific supplies. He glanced over at the PADD and down loaded the data to his console. “I won’t be able to get some of these items till 48 hours Ensign.” Robert nodded. “Thanks chief ow by the way who was that Selkie?” The Cheir gave a slight sigh. “That was Commander Sofanse. She is the ‘Captain’ of the USS Deep Stacker a federation SARs ship. They arrived last week with a failure of their primary type X5 subspace field distortion amplifier. Which as you know means that they can not activate their deflector so no warp.” Robert paused for a moment. “You have spears don’t you?” The Chief gave him a sad shrug. “We distributed out last X5 model three weeks ago. We have X4s but they are not compatible and the supply ship is running late so they are stuck.” Robert nodded. “I see your problem.” The Chief handed Robert back the PADD. “Well good luck chief.” With that Robert turned and headed out of the office. As he got into the main corridor a thought suddenly hit him. He quickly entered a search on his PADD. ~Ahh there you are I knew it was there~ He tapped his comm badge. “Ensign Smith to Engineering.” (Reply Engineering) “Sorry to disturb you sir. I have just left the supply managers office and I have been informed that there is a federation SARs vessel docked here that needs a primary type X5 subspace field distortion amplifier. There is not on avalable on the station and the supply ship is running late. I was wondering if we could give them one of our spears. I have checked our inventory and we have three in cargo bay 3.” (Reply Engineering, any) (Posted by Robbie) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Gym - Lt. jg Ben Soma and Ensign Eian O'Neill - Day 1 - 1332) "What about you, Sir? Do you compete often?" Eian asked. Ben had to admit he didn't get to compete as often as he would have liked, the one down side to being a Starfleet officer. "I don't compete as often as I used to." Ben said. "When I was a teenager I competed almost on a weekly basis back on Earth, there was always a tournament or a demonstration. The last time I entered a tournament it was Sanok's insistence, we were preparing for shore leave and he had found that there was a martial arts tournament on Axtis III. He convinced me to enter, though I was defeated in hand to hand combat I prevailed in the armed combat." "Sounds like fun," Eian said. "That tournament was one of the more memorable ones that I have ever entered. The events surrounding it were unique to say the least, some of it I would like to forget." Ben stated. "Then there were parts of it I would give anything to relive." Ben thought back to the events on Axtis III, for the most part it had turned out to be a bit of a headache but then he remembered Marah's smile. He memories were happy ones for the most part, the time they had shared together and how close they had gotten to one another in a relatively short time. He couldn't help but wonder where Marah was and how she was doing, he'd see her again of that he was certain even he had to search the whole galaxy for her. Before Eian could bring him back to reality Ben did it himself, he had invited the young man here and it wasn't professional to drift off while he was still here. Too many moments went by for Eian's ADHD to handle, and he fidgeted with his fingers for a moment before he asked, with a small smile on his face to let his superior officer know he wasn't being rude, "You still with me, Sir?" "Yeah." Ben replied. "Just thinking about someone I met back there at the tournament."Eian's eyebrows went up. Ben's eyes had dilated slightly as he said the word 'someone,' an indication of slight arousal that most humanoids showed when talking about someone they cared deeply about. "That someone was pretty special, Sir?" He asked, keeping the smile to indicate that the question was not meant to be prying. When one smiled frequently in conversation, Eian remembered from his training, most humanoids took it as a gesture of submissiveness and non-threatening behavior. Talking to a superior officer about a private subject would require such a gesture. Ben smiled before responding, Marah had become special to him over a relative short span of time. "She was special." Ben said. "She helped me find a part of myself that I thoughtt I had lost and could never recover." During thier conversation Ben had noticed a certain amount of fidgeting by the young Ensign, at first he had chalked it up to being nervous but now felt there was some deeper meaning to it. Eian would occasional twiddle his fingers or make some small motion with his hands or shift his body weight in an attempt to remain active. Ben considered there was an underlying medical condition causing the movements he had witnessed. "Mr. O'Neill." Ben began, "Are you comfortable, I've noticed a certain amount of twitching." "Oh, I'm fine, Sir," Eian said. He chuckled slightly, hoping he was appearing at ease as he continued, "I've got a condition called ADHD--Attention Divergence/Hyperactivity Disorder. It basically means my brain is structured to receive more than one 'signal' at once, and when it doesn't receive those signals, it looks to replace them with something else. It's taken care of during the fetal period for most people but that wasn't an option for me, so to keep from getting distracted, I generally try to move around a bit, play a song in my head, study others' facial expressions and body language...I apologize if it distracts you, Sir. But," he added, almost as an afterthought, "It doesn't affect my work, as I've learned to compensate in situations where I need to." He smiled. "It can make senior staff meetings feel like a Klingon Rite of Ascension, though." Ben laughed at the imagery produced by Eian's statement. "I'm not bothered by it." Ben replied. "Just curious. I can only imagine what a meeting must feel like for you." Ben found he was enjoying the conversation, they had touched on several subjects from martial arts, family and medical conditions. Ben didn't have any medical conditions to share. He wondered why the condition couldn't be corrected when Eian was in the fetal period but decided against asking as to why, it wasn't his business and he wasn't sure if Eian was comfortable enough to speak about it. "Considering the upcoming tournament it may be a good idea to get a little practice in." Ben said. "Care to spare for a little." Eian beamed. "Thought you'd never ask, Sir." Almost as soon as he had said it, he shook his head, mentally kicking himself. "Not that I minded our conversation...that's not what I meant--" he interrupted himself, seeing on Ben's face that he wasn't insulted. He rose to his feet quickly, and began some basic stretches. "What style would you like to start with, Sir? Or would you like to have more of a free style match?" Ben gave Eian a mischevious grin as the young man attempted to explain his way out of a potentially awkward situation, he apparently got the message that Ben hadn't taken any offense to what he had said. Standing and stretching Ben considered Eian's question, what style would he like to start with or would he prefer a freestyle match. "I believe the tournament is freestyle." Ben said. "Maybe that is how we should proceed." "Sounds good to me, Sir," Eian responded, and after they had finished stretching, they faced each other and bowed, and then assumed their preferred stances. Eian made the choice to 'hang back' a bit, and allow Ben to make the first move. It would give him the opportunity to study Ben's movements. It was difficult not to just dive in though, and served as practice for will-power. After Ben made the first move and Eian successfully dodged it, the ensign made two sharp jabs, both of which were deflected, and then tried for a surprise kick-boxing-style knee to the chest. It barely made contact, though, and Eian was forced to resume a defensive position to deflect some of Ben's attempts at contact. When Ben did make contact, Eian was able to quickly regain composure and follow it up with a Vajra Mukti move that involved using his heel to force Ben into a position such that Eian could get behind him, and then wrapping his arm around Ben's neck and kicking the back of of Ben's knees to get him into a kneeling position. If Eian had followed through with the move, it would have rendered Ben unconscious but because they were sparring and because Eian didn't know if Ben had the skill to flip him from that position, Eian backed off and bounced a little on the balls of his feet, waiting for Ben to assume the fighting position and continue. Ben hadn't expected Eian's attack and was impressed at it's effectiveness, the young man had managed to momentarily disable him and if he had pressed the situation would possibly have caused an injury. Eian's unwillingness to follow through was a testament to his self control and discipline. Ben recovered from the attack and nodded his approval at the attack. Eain moved in to attack again and Ben deflected and countered, Eian countered the attempt and for several minutes neither had made much contact with the other. ~Had I chose to stay out of the tournament the Rosenante would have been adequately represented~ Ben thought. Ben then bent his knees slightly in preparation for Eian's next attack, once it was made Ben grabbed Eian's arm and pulled in slightly off balance and before he was able to regain his balance Ben was behind him. Striking Eian in the back of his knees which forced him to falter, taking advantage Ben placed one arm across Eian's neck and grabbed his other arm behind the elbow and placing his other hand on the back of Eian's head, he completed the move by kneeling on both of Eian's legs. In this position Ben could have rendered Eian unconscious or broken his next, had that been his intention. Eian tapped Ben's arm and the hold was released. Ben stood and stepped back to allow Eian to recover and recompose himself. "Nice move, Sir," Eian congratulated his opponent. They continued sparring in this manner for a few more moments before they slowed down, sensed that they both were through, and bowed to each other in respect. "You're very skilled, Sir," Eian complimented Ben. It wasn't every day Eian met an opponent who knew as many old Earth maneuvers as Ben did. "You are highly skilled as well." Ben replied. Anyone who judged Eian on his size alone would be in for quite a surprise if they instigated a fight with him. Ben was impressed with Eian's fighting skills and had enjoyed thier match, though they had stopped before anyone could be declared a winner Ben was certain it would have been a hard call for anyone to make. Both had thier favored style and were very highly skilled in it. If push came to shove Ben would have felt comfortable with Eain beside him in a real fight. "We should do this again." Ben added. "It'll help keep us in top form." (reply any, none required) (posted by Milo and Morgan) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante -Crew Quarters - CTAC/SEC Lt. jg Ben Soma - 1400) Ben returned to his quarters after his match with Eian, grabbed a quick shower and a change of clothes. After dressing he got a tuna sandwich from the replicator and sat at the table in cabins so called dinning area. As he ate he reflected back on the sparring match, Eian was a skilled fighter and would probally do quite well in tomorrows tournament. It had been a while since he had engaged in a good fight and he was pleased to note that he felt more relaxed now that he had had the opportunity to vent some of his pent up energy. He was looking forward to fighting tomorrow and to watching some of his crew mates compete as well. He hoped that the matches would be alittle more even then the ones he had fought on Axtis III, being matched with a seven foot Nausican hadn't been his idea of an even match. Kavol wasn't even a martial artist, he was a brawler plain and simple. The Nausican had no sense of honor or fair play. But that was then as this was now, no time to dwell on the past it was time to look ahead to the future. After finishing his sandwich he recycled the dish it had come on and went into the main living area of his quarters. It wasn't decorated beyond the standard furnishings one would find in a ships quarters, Ben hadn't been much on an interior decorator but he was planning on adding a couple things to make it feel more like home. For now the only thing that adorned the walls was his fathers Katana, the only thing he had with him to remind him of his parents. He missed them but it was getting easier for him, the pain wasn't as severe as it had been. Taking the sword down he placed it on the table as he knelt down, reaching underneath he pulled out an old wooden box which contained the necessary tools to clean and maintain the blade and fittings. Opening the box he removed several pieces of rice papers and a small bottle of clove oil and oiling cloth and placed them on the table beside the sword. reaching back into the box he removed a small hammer and punch that was to be used in dismantling the sword. The last item was a powder ball used in polishing the blade. Ben then carefully drew the Katana from it's saya and placed the saya on the table. Picking up the small hammer in one hand as he placed the sword on the table then picked up the punch and proceeded to remove the menuki pegs. Once he had done so he placed the pegs on the table and carefully removed the tsuka and caught the spacers and the tsuba as they slid down the tang. Placing all the components on the table in order he picked up the powder ball and began tapping the blade from habaki to tip. turning the blade over he repeated the process and then using a peice of rice cloth proceeded to polish the blade. When he was through he reassembled the Katana and placed a small amount of clove oil on the ioling cloth and carefully ran it over the blade to preserve it. Replacing the Katana in the saya he returned to the wall and hung it on the hangers he had installed. He put the cleaning materials back in the box and pushed it under the table again. Then he decided it was time for a little mediation, sitting crossed legged on the floor he began his breathing exercises to aide in relaxation. He found that this time he was able to clear his mind. (reply any, none) (posted by Milo Young) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Holodeck 1- Combat Nurse – E’Mpak - Day 1, 1904) E’Mpak frowned at the monitor in front of her as it flickered and then chirped suddenly. “E’Mpak, are you aware of any diagnostic scheduled for this shift?” She turned to Dr Ichijo who was in with her. “No Doctor. Not this shift.” “Neither am I” She watched as Ichijo walk one of the displays. “Level two diagnostic mode on primary and secondary medical processes manager and archival database, service is denied for five minutes” “Just in case, lets prepare a bed for unassisted trauma” E’Mpak nodded. “Yes Doctor.” She stepped over to a alcove and opened a cupboard and pulled out to large carry alls which contained the emergency trauma kits. “Well, that was exciting” Ichijo stated drolly. “I wonder why….” “Yes Doctor.” E’Mpak gave a small smile. “What?” Kimiko asked and glanced at the display. Sure enough, the diagnostic was reset, all computer support was offline again. ~Looks like it is going to be more exciting~ “Baka konpyuta” As Ichijo tapped her comm badge E’Mpak placed the trauma kits on the closest bio bed. “Medical to Engineering” =^=Engineering=^= came a reply “Is there a reason that my systems are offline…again” Ichijo asked frostily =^=We’re working on a fix, have systems brought back up as soon as we can=^= the unknown engineer stated There was a tremor and the red alert klaxon Another voice cut in. =^=Corpsman to deck 23, section D=^= E’Mpak unpacked faster setting what Ichijo would need. “Attention all medical personal, please prepare for contingency plan- Beta” ~We are really up toDSaH creak with out a paddle~ There was a hum of a transporter and a crewman appeared laying on the bed, most of his shirt was burned away as well as the soles of his shoes. “Burns consistent with high voltage injury located on the palm and heels.” The medic who had transported with the patient reported “conduit was reported at about 600 volts, secondary explosion threw him from the site so the was not prolonged exposure, patient was unconscious at the scene.” E’Mpak watched as Ichijo accessed and began to work on the patient. Ichijo gave the patient an induction agent and muscle relaxant to put the patient asleep. E’Mpak handed Ichijo the laryngoscope and helped to tilt the crewman’s head back so that she could get a good view down his through. E’Mpak then passed the intubation tube. Once the crewman’s airway was secure she set about assisting Ichijo with immobilising the crewman’s spine just in case. They work swiftly and effectively as they stabilised the patient. When Ichijo had finished the wall faded to a familiar black and gold of the holodeck. ~Well that was different~ She looked over at Ichijo as she blinked the beads of perspiration from her eyes and gave a slight grin. “Another life saved Doctor.” (Reply Ichijo, any) (Posted by Robbie) ===================================================================== (Starbase 989- Promenade - CEO Lieutenant Steven Matrix, Day 2, 0734) Matrix took the opportunity to tour Stabase 989. The Promenade Deck was a mix of races and cultures as found on any federation station or any other for that matter. Even at this hour the area was a buzz of activity. Shops were open and people were going to their destinations and getting ready for the day. Matrix smiled as he observed those admiring the Rosenante. It wasn't every day you'd see such a ship docked at a space station and Matrix rarely witnessed this view of the ship he called home. She was an impressive ship even docked. Matrix looked over to the gangways visible from his vantage point and noted the movement of repair crews moving equipment and personnel to the Rosenante. The routine was normal for a starbase, but he surmised that those going aboard to assist in repairs were eager to see one of Star Fleet's finest starships. (Reply none) (Posted by Steve) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase 989- Tournament Chambers, CIV Tournament Judge Ieko Takawa- Day 2, 0958) "Excuse me." Ben said. "I'm Ben Soma, I was wondering where I might find a schedule of events." Ieko turned to regard the man that had just spoken to him. He looked trim and fit and seemed to move with a fluidity that resulted from a stiff training regiment. "Yes of Course." Ieko replied immediately. He turned and gestured towards a kiosk manned by a pair of Tournament staff. "That kiosk there, manned by the Bolian and the Klingon. See it?" (reply Soma, iyw) "That's the check in and scheduling desk." (reply Soma iyw) "Good luck to you." Ieko replied and then watched as the young Starfleet officer moved away, lamenting quietly to himself that he wouldn't stand much of a chance in winning the matches he was about to participate in. (reply Soma, iyw, but not necessary.) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase 989- Tournament Chambers, CTAC/SEC Lt. jg Ben Soma, 0959) "Yes of Course." Ieko replied immediately. He turned and gestured towards a kiosk manned by a pair of Tournament staff. "That kiosk there, manned by the Bolian and the Klingon. See it?" Ben looked towards the indicated kiosk and felt a little stupid about inquiring about it, but he never let is show. The booth was indeed occupied by a Bolian and a Klingon who appeared to be extremely bored by the mundane task he had been assigned. "I see it now, yes." Ben replied. "If it were alive it would have jumped me." "That's the check in and scheduling desk." "Then that is where I am headed." Ben replied with a smile. "I'd like to see when my first match is scheduled." "Good luck to you." Ieko replied. "Thank you." Ben said with a slight nod of his head. He then walked away from the official towards the kiosk. (reply any, none necessary) (posted by Milo Young) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase 989- Tournament Chambers, CIV Tournament Judge Kal- Day 2, 1032) Kal watched with interest as the small petite oriental woman masterfully maneuvered the chain weapon around her body with a grace and skill that he had rarely seen in the lives of the six hosts that he had inhabited. He resigned himself to the inevitable results that he would have to pass on, despite the fact that he was truly impressed with her skill, stamina and flexibility. As an art form, the movements were fluid, complex and very taxing, all key facts that Kal watched for in normal circumstances. Today however, he was putting those things aside and was just submitting a score that would suit the purposes of the Station's commanding officer. He glanced over at the other two judges, Klingons both, K'nar and Mondek, both exceptional weapons experts themselves. They met his eyes for a moment, but looked away when he tried to hold their gaze for more than a moment. ~So someone got to them as well.~ Kal thought. He sighed, ~A shame, I was hoping that they would at least score her routine well.~ He turned and looked back at the woman as she came to a complete stop and then respectfully bowed before the panel of judges that were officiating over the weapon's display. Kal bowed slightly back at her, the only indication that he had any respect for her as a fellow martial artist. The three judges then entered their scores. The computer calculated the averages and Kal pressed the score up on the display board for all to see. [Kimiko Ichijo- Style: 8.1. Form: 7.0. Complexity: 8.1. Composite score:8.0] (reply Ichijo) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase 989- Tournament Chambers, CIV Tournament Judge Solia- Day 2, 1055) Solia watched with a detached amusement at the mismatched match between the human officer named O'Neill and the largest of the competitors in the match the Kreetassan named Chugg. To say that there was little hope for the smaller of the two combatants would have been a given, but she understood well enough that size wasn't always a factor in these sorts of fights. Besides, if the powers that be wanted Chugg to win, then she would see to it that he did. It was better that than for her daughter and young son to be threatened with further violence. The disagreement at the mismatch was made, but interestingly enough she nor Ieko had to get involved as the federation officer defused the situation and convinced his larger foe to continue with the match. ~He's got Heart.~ she thought, reminded of the uncomfortable reality of the fact that he was about to get a very unfair ruling. ~Maybe he'll be terrible and we'll be able to disqualify him, or at least won't have to be too biased in his scoring~ she thought. Such, however was not to be. O'Neill proved, in fact, to be just the opposite. He was quick and nimble and had good, if not flawless form. Still, Solia knew that she had to be biased for the sake of her family. Eventually, the smaller man miraculously managed to pin the larger opponent. This was particularly surprising since the Kreetassan were well known for their massive strength. The whistle blew and the two opponents rose into a position to await the judge's ruling. [Eian O'Neill- Style: 9.1. Form: 7.0. Conduct: 6.1. Composite score: 7.4] [Chugg- Style: 7.3. Form: 8.0. Conduct: 10.0. Composite score: 8.4] The board flashed a moment later. (reply Eian) --------------------------------------------------------------------- Starbase 989 - Tournament Chambers - ACEO Ensign Eian O'Neill - Day 2 - 1056) Eian wiped his face with a towel and then hung it around his shoulder as he prepared to hit the sonic showers, but first he wanted to see the results on the board. He stood there, shifting from one foot to another with five other competitors, and fidgeted with the base of his shirt as he waited. ~Come on, come on, the score should be up by now.~ He looked at the chronometer. ~A minute! A minute late?! I can see thirty seconds, but a minute?!~ Finally, it popped up. He found his immediately. [Eian O'Neill - Style: 9.1. Form: 7.0. Conduct: 6.1. Composite score: 7.4] [Chugg - Style: 7.3. Form: 8.0. Conduct: 10.0. Composite score: 8.4] "What?!" He found himself saying out loud. Two of the other competitors seemed equally upset, and walked away in disdain. But Eian just stared at the score in disbelief. ~Conduct? *Conduct*?!~ He shook his head. ~That Kreetassan Uber-Goliath was practically throwing a temper tantrum on the floor before the match even began, and they score him a *10* on conduct and give me a *6.1*?!~ "I can't believe this!" he exclaimed. "Hey, young man, I'm sure you'll do better in the next tournament," a kind-looking, elderly Cataxian man said as he gave Eian a sympathetic glance and continued on his way. He stared at the board again. "How am I supposed to have done better than defeating an opponent over three times my weight and easily twice my strength while simultaneously having to be his friggin' counselor before the match started?" ~Well, maybe you didn't defeat him,~ a small voice in his head said, but it was easily squashed by his indignance. "This is unbelievable!" (reply anyone, iyw) (posted by Morgan G) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase 989- Tournament Chambers,CTAC/SEC Lt. jg Ben Soma, 1130) Ben stepped into the arena and turned to the panel of judges and bowed, then turning to his opponent he offered the same show of respect. His opponent was an Andorian, roughly Ben's height and weight. He returned Ben's bow as was customary in any tournament, and then began his prefight warm up as did Ben. A couple stretches, some deep knee bends and then he moved into a simple Kata fighting an imaginary opponent striking out and alternately blocking attacks. After they had sufficiently warmed up Ben and his opponent faced off and once again bowed to each other. Then they adopted thier favored stance and took a few seconds to fell the other out. They took turns stepping and side stepping, feigning an attack from time to time to guage the others level of alertness and responses, this went on for a minute or two before the actual fight began. When it happened the Andorian's first attack was a simple instep and punch, which Ben easily countered by fading to the left and catching his opponents forearm with his right hand and used the momentum from the attack to help pull his opponent as he spun to his right raising his left arm and bringing his elbow back into the Andorian's chest then releasing him to recover. The Andorian stepped back and gave Ben a sly grin in approval, the attack wasn't meant to cause injury doing so intentionally would have constituted a foul. With several paces separating them they again composed themselves for the next attack. This time Ben took the initiative and moved in to attempt a low kick, the Andorian bent his knees in an attempt to block the advance as Ben quickly swithed tactics and redirected his kick higher. The Andorian countered by dropping lower as Ben's foot past over his head and then the Andorian quickly punched him in the back as the momentum of the attack spun him sideways. As he recovered Ben nodded his approval of his opponents counterattack. Separating again to regain thier composure as before they chose another set of offensive and defensive maneuvers and then reengaged in combat. The show continued as both attacked and counterattacked again and again. Neither seemed to have the upper hand of the other and Ben considered the matching to be even, at least for once. He had watched Eian fight an uneven match, the young man was greatly out matched in terms of size and weight but he handled himself well considering his apparent disadvantage. But as one often found in martial arts, size hardly mattered if one was highly skilled and determined. The Andorian advanced for another attack, this time attempting to land several blows in his attack. He threw several quick punches which Ben deflected with his arms on the third attempt he managed to land one as Ben tried to counter attack. Stepping back they once again composed themselves and shifted into another set of attacks and counters, this time neither land a hit for several moments. The series of hits couldn't have been scripted as well, each time one would strike out the other would counter in text book style. Again and again, attack and counter, strike and dodge, kick and block . Ben finally managed to land a hit just before the chime sounded to end the match. The fighters once again separated, taking a couple steps back and once again bowing in a display of the mutual respect they had gained for the others skills. Ben considered the match to be a tie but would have to wait for the official posting of the results to be certain. Both then turned to face the judges and bowed to them before leaving the fighting area. (reply any) (posted by Milo Young) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase 989, Tournament Arena, Ensign sg Sanok, Day 2, 1131) While still on board the Rosenante, Sanok had contacted the station and found out the time of Ben's first match. He remained on the ship, tending to some paperwork and light duties, making his appearance at the station arena at the last minute. In uniform, he purchased a ticket and was in his seat just as Ben's match was beginning. He hoped this tournament would go more smoothly than the last one they attended together, though as in the Axtis tourney, Ben began again facing an Andorian. He did not believe in omens and portends, but if he had, this would not be a good one. The match went as expected, though Ben and his opponent were evenly matched. From what Sanok understood of these things, it seemed to him that Ben would win by a very close score. When the score was given, Sanok could see by Ben's body language, that he was disappointed. Sanok had to admit he had expected something different as well. It seemed the more knowledgeable members of the audience agreed. Some were booing, while others were shouting colorful metaphors towards the judges. "The Human got robbed," said a man behind Sanok. "Nah, it was a close match," said another. "It could have gone either way." "It's fixed," said the first. "These kinds of things always are. It's all about the big shots getting as much latinum as they can. It's always been that way." The second man snorted. "Everything is fixed, according to you." "Everything is! Even Starfleet has its hands in the money. Right, Ensign Vulcan?" Sanok looked behind him at the two men. "Are you addressing me?" "I don't see any other Ensign Vulcans. Do you?" The man chuckled. Sanok could smell alcohol on his breath. "Leave him alone, Jack," said the second man. "He's here to watch the fights, same as you." "Aw, I'm just trying to have some fun," said Jack. "How about I buy you a drink, Ensign Vulcan?" "No thank you," said Sanok. "I do not drink alcohol." "Do you Vulcans ever have any fun?" said Jack. "In our own Vulcan way, yes," said Sanok. Jack got a confused expression on his face, while his friend laughed. "If you're going to be on the station for a while, look us up. We'd like to have some of that Vulcan fun," said the second man with a chuckle. "We run a restaurant on the promenade. It's called, RJ's. I'm the R and he's the J." "If there is time, I shall," said Sanok. "It has been a while since I have found anyone willing to risk their safety. Gentlemen." Sanok nodded and got up to leave. As he walked away, he could here Jack chastising his friend for committing them to something he knew was going to end up bad. (reply any) (Posted by Bob) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase 989- Tournament Chambers, CIV Tournament Judge Solia- Day 2,1135) Unlike some of the terribly mismatched battles that had taken place earlier during the tournament, the battle between Soma and Zelan was well matched. The play-by-play was interesting and both combatants had a good number of strikes and points scored into the form category. It was a good match and one that Solia had enjoyed almost as much as the match between O'Neill and Chugg. The two combatants had been well matched and on a scale they were very much tied if the voting had gone in a means that would have been fair. But because it couldn't be entirely fair, The judging had been less than honest. [Ben Soma- Style: 9.0. Form: 9.0. Conduct: 7.0. Composite score: 8.3] [Zelan- Style: 8.5. Form: 7.5. Conduct: 7.0. Composite score: 7.7] (reply Soma, O'Neill) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase 989- Tournament Chambers, CTAC/SEC Lt. jg Ben Soma, 1137) Ben stood beside the Andorian as the bouts scores were announced. [Ben Soma- Style: 9.0. Form: 9.0. Conduct: 7.0. Composite score: 8.3] [Zelan- Style: 8.5. Form: 7.5. Conduct: 7.0. Composite score: 7.7] Ben was satisfied with the scores regarding style and form but was a little disappointed with the score regarding conduct, both he and the Andorian had displayed nothing but mutual respect for each other throughout the match. They had conducted themselves as civilly as they could, neither had disrespected the other in any way. But there was always some little thing the judges would pick up on that the competitors always over looked so he brushed it off and once again turned to the Andorian and said, "Good match, the scores were close." "It was a good match." The Zelan replied. "The scores reflect just how good it was." "I wish you luck in your future matches." Ben said. "Good luck to you as well." Zelan replied as both turned to leave the fighting area. Ben stepped out into the general area of the tournament chambers in time to see Sanok leaving the stands for the exit. "Sanok." Ben called out. "Hold up a moment." When Ben caught up to his friend he gave him a quick once over and said. "Enjoying your leave so far?" Ben knew that Sanok hadn't taken full advantage of the time offered the crew for leave, no doubt he slipped into the stands just before Ben's match after doing god knew what aboard the Rosenante. "What did you think of Kimiko's and O'Neill's performances?" (reply Sanok, any) (posted by Milo Young) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase 989, Tournament Chambers, Ensign sg Sanok, Day 2, 1145) Sanok was on his way out of the arena when he heard a familiar voice calling his name. "Sanok. Hold up a moment." Sanok nodded to Ben. "Enjoying your leave so far?" said Ben. "Enjoyment is an emotion with which I am no longer familiar," said Sanok. "However, it was agreeable to me that you were not beaten to a bloody pulp in your match." "What did you think of Kimiko's and O'Neill's performances?" said Ben, ignoring the bait. Sanok looked at Ben, a blank expression on his angular features. Of course, he had not seen the other matches. He appeared on the station just in time for Ben's bout, then was trying to leave once it had ended. He had not anticipated having to give an account for his recent whereabouts. "I believe both Dr. Kimiko and Ensign O'Neill performed admirably and skillfully," replied Sanok. (reply Ben, any) (posted by Bob) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase 989, Tournament Chambers, CTAC/SEC Lt. jg Ben Soma,1147) "I believe both Dr. Kimiko and Ensign O'Neill performed admirably and skillfully," replied Sanok. Ben kept from laughing though he was sure Sanok couldn't miss the smile growing on his face, he didn't admit to missing the performances but would have been just as well off if he did. "If you hadn't used the word believe in that sentence I'd have accused you of being a liar." Ben joked. "You didn't see their matches did you?" Ben was going to enjoy putting his friend on the spot, he didn't get to do it often and he was going to take full advantage of this opportunity. "Admit it, if I weren't just in the ring you'd still be aboard the Rosenante even though you are not scheduled for patrol until later this evening. You left the ship with just enough time to enter the stands to watch we fight, then you intended to slip out unnoticed and go back to the ship without spending any time on the station." Ben waited to see how Sanok would refute what he had just said, it would be out of character for him to simply agree that Ben was correct in his deduction of the events. Despite outward appearances Ben knew Sanok enjoyed this as much as he did, well probaly not this particular moment but had the roles been reversed he would be enjoying it even if he wouldn't admit it. (reply Sanok, any) (posted by Milo Young) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase 989, Tournament Chambers, Ensign sg Sanok, Day 2,1148) "If you hadn't used the word, believe, in that sentence, I'd have accused you of being a liar," said Ben, clearly joking. "You didn't see their matches, did you?" Ben had the advantage. Ben knew it, and he was going to take it as far as he could. Sanok knew it, too. "Admit it. If I weren't just in the ring, you'd still be aboard the Rosenante, even though you are not scheduled for patrol until later this evening," said Ben. "You left the ship with just enough time to enter the stands to watch me fight, then you intended to slip out unnoticed and go back to the ship without spending any time on the station." "That is an interesting theory," said Sanok, his face blank and his hands folded behind his back. He wondered if he should say that Ben could not prove it. The thing was, if Ben chose to pursue it, and he likely would, he could prove it, or at least he could present some very damning evidence. Sanok thought about admitting defeat, but that wasn't really an option. Perhaps a fighting withdrawal would work instead. "Perhaps you could define, spending time on the station?" said Sanok. "Since I am here on the station now, and since time is passing, at least linear time, I am indeed spending time on the station." He had fired his shot. (reply Ben any) (posted by Bob) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase 989, Tournament Chambers, CTAC/SEC Lt. jg Ben Soma, 1150) "An interesting theory." Sanok said. Since he didn't proceed to offer any further arguement to the contrary Ben assume he had admitted he was absent during the events in question and didn't see any point in defending his actions for that time period. "Perhaps you could define, spending time on the station?" said Sanok. "Since I am here on the station now, and since time is passing, at least linear time, I am indeed spending time on the station." Sanok was right, at least in part. He was now on the station and time was passing. Though it wasn't what Ben had meant by spending time on the station, he couldn't argue the logic in Sanok's statement. "Alright." Ben began. "Spending time on station is defined as time used in the pursuit of rest and relaxation. Further defined as seeking out activities not related to ship board work but that one can derive some measure of enjoyment and comfort from. For instance, entering a martial arts tournament, playing dabo or dom jot in one of the stations bars or even booking time in a holosuite to visit one of many exotic locations." Ben knew Sanok wouldn't do any of those activities unless directly ordered to do so, his friend like most Vulcan's prefered solitude. They spent many hours meditating and when they weren't they worked. Anything else would be considered a waste of time. "There has to be something this station can offer that you can appreciate. Something to get you off the Roseneante for a couple hours that isn't related to work." (reply Sanok, any) (posted by Milo Young) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase 989, Tournament Chambers, Ensign sg Sanok, 1151) "There has to be something this station can offer that you can appreciate. Something to get you off the Rosenante for a couple hours that isn't related to work." Sanok was going to say he would contact station security and volunteer to take a duty shift, but since Ben specifically stated non-work activities, he couldn't suggest that. "Nothing comes to mind," said Sanok. He realized Ben wanted what was best for him, and that he wanted Sanok to pursue other interests, but he had no desire to roam aimlessly on the bustling station. If he needed to rest and relax, he would find a better time on a quiet ship in space dock, with most of its crew ashore. "Do you know when your next match is?" said Sanok, changing the subject. (reply Ben, any) (posted by Bob) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase 989, Tournament Chambers, CTAC/SEC Lt. jg Ben Soma, 1152) "Do you know when your next match is?" said Sanok, changing the subject. Ben decided not to pursue the issue any further, he knew what Sanok's idea of R&R was and he respected his friends views. There were times when Ben also enjoyed solitude and meditation, though as of late neither had offered a lot of peace. There was only one thing that would grant him peace now and that was out of reach, at least for now. "My next match is tomorrow at 1300 hours, there are a lot of competitors in the tournament. I only entered in the hand to hand combat segment of the tournament." Ben replied. Ben was feeling a little hungry and decided it was time to find a restaurant and grab a quick snack, unlike his companion he was going to take full advantage of the leave he had. Being human he would be content to wander around the station taking in the sights and sounds, play a game of dom jot and maybe even look into booking a little time in a holosuite. "Feel like grabbing some lunch?" Ben asked. "I'm starting to feel a little hungry." He assumed that Sanok would pass up the invitation in favor of returning to the ship to check in on things, but it wouldn't surprise him if Sanok accepted just to humor him by remaining on the station for another hour or so. (reply Sanok, any) (posted by Milo Young) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase 989, Tournament Chambers, Ensign sg Sanok, 1153) "Do you know when your next match is?" said Sanok, changing the subject. "My next match is tomorrow at 1300 hours," said Ben. "There are a lot of competitors in the tournament. I only entered in the hand-to-hand combat segment of the tournament." "I will endeavor to be spending time on the station for that match," said Sanok, scoring a point. "Feel like grabbing some lunch?" Ben asked. "I'm starting to feel a little hungry." "Yes, I will accompany you for some sustenance," said Sanok. "I know a place that may be to your liking." He went to a nearby computer terminal to find directions. "Computer, where is the restaurant called, RJs.?" (reply Ben, any) (posted by Bob) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase 989, Tournament Chambers, CTAC/SEC Lt. jg Ben Soma, 1155) "Yes, I will accompany you for some sustenance," said Sanok. "I know a place that may be to your liking." He went to a nearby computer terminal to find directions. This had surprised Ben a little, Sanok knew a restaurant on the station. He suppressed a smile as Sanok crossed to the computer terminal and said. "Computer, where is the restaurant called, RJs.?" The computer gave them directions and the two set off. "So." Ben prodded. "What's RJ's like?" Ben couldn't wait to see how his friend handled that question. It wasn't important but he wanted to see if Sanok would offer some explaination or if he would simply shrug it off and attempt to change the subject again. His friend was skilled in deflecting questions he prefered not to respond to, they had played this particular game so many times in the past and Ben hoped they would continue to do so for many years to come. (reply Sanok, any) (posted by Milo Young) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase 989, Promenade, Lt. jg Ben Soma, Ensign sg Sanok,1156) "So, what's RJs like?" said Ben. "I do not know," said Sanok. "I have never been there." He noted the surprised expression on his friend's face. "You've never been there." Ben simply said. "How did you learn of it and what makes you think it would be to my liking?" Ben was teasing and assumed Sanok was aware if it but if not he would find out soon enough. "While I was watching your match, a man sitting behind me commented that your score was not fair," said Sanok. "I engaged him, and his friend sitting next to him, in a short conversation. They are the owners of RJs, and they invited me to come there. Since they are fight fans, I felt you would like their establishment. Besides, I need to accumulate time spent on the station. My boss is on me about that." Ben smiled at the statement. He had been insistent that Sanok take advantage of the time on the station and drop the regular ships business for a while. The two he mentioned as the owners apparently thought his score had been unkind as well. Maybe he would find the establishment to his liking, what did he have to lose? "In that case," Ben stated. "Lead on my friend. I look forward to inspecting RJs." Sanok led Ben to the restaurant, meandering through the bustling crowd. He could smell the aromas coming from the restaurant before he saw the large, red RJs above the entrance. Stepping inside, they were seated and handed menus. "They have a surprisingly large selection," said Sanok. "They must be doing well to be able to obtain so many different types of food and drink." The aromas coming from with in RJs was enough to make Ben's mouth water. Once they were seated and given menus Ben began browsing the selections, there was a large variety choosing would be difficult. "There's so much to choose from, looks like they've covered every possible culinary style from all over the quadrant. There's items here I don't even know how to pronounce." Ben said. He looked around for a server to help him understand some of the more exotic items on the menu, out of the corner of his eye he noticed Eian sitting by himself. "We should invite Ensign O'Neill to join us. He's interested in switching to security, I think he'd be an asset." Sanok noticed that Ensign O'Neill was speaking with someone through his comm badge. "He seems to be busy right now, but I would welcome his company. The more the merrier." Sanok perused the menu and found a section devoted to Vulcan dishes. He decided he would order kreila and plomeek soup. "You did not mention what you thought about your match and the scores you received. I must admit, that some of them did not appear to be fair." Ben considered what Sanok had said. He didn't say anything about the scores to the officials but they did seem off. "I haven't said anything, I was a little disappointed with one of my scores." Ben replied. "Now that you mention it they did seem to be unfair for the most part." Ben was still trying to decide what to order, he was interested in learning about the exotic dishes but decided he'd best stick with what he knew. After several seconds of deliberation he settled on a club sandwich and a bowl of tomato soup. "Perhaps judging tournaments like this is very difficult," said Sanok. "There are many disciplines and races, so perhaps it was simply a mistake on their part. I know you will do your best, no better what others may have to say about it." Before Ben could say anything, a waitress arrived. "May I take your orders, gentlemen?" "Yes, I would like plomeek soup and kreila," said Sanok. Ben smiled at the waitress as he handed back the menu. "I'll have a club house sandwich and tomato soup." The waitress recorded the orders and said, "That'll just be a couple minutes, would you like something to drink while you wait?" Ben was a little thirsty so he said, "I'll have a glass of prune juice." "Water, please," said Sanok. He noticed something happening behind the waitress. "Excuse me for a moment," he said as he stood. He moved from their table to the bar, stopping next to a man that had just sat down. "Excuse me, sir, but I will need you to stand and place your hands on the bar." The man looked at Sanok, a surprised expression on his face. "Why? What's going on?" "As you moved behind the other patrons, I saw you steal from two of them," said Sanok. "You are a pickpocket. Their items are in your jacket pocket. You are under arrest." There was a moment where the man stared at Sanok. Without warning, he leaped off his barstool and began to fight. (reply any) (posted by Milo and Bob) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase 989- Luxury Quarters, Ferengi Merchant Pez, Day 2, 1205) Pez was pleased with the appointment of his quarters on the station. They were pleasant and for a change he didn't feel that he had spent more than 10% above their actual value. That in itself had proven to be a very reassuring aspect. Of course he had learned that by not advertising his travel destinations in advance, other Ferengi merchants and businessmen didn't have the change to buy up all the luxury rooms and then rent them to him for exorbitant rates. There were some advantages to being a prominent Ferengi economic force, but sometimes it could be just as irritating. Bazon stood nearby as Pez sat on a lavishly comfortable body molding foam chaise. The Ferengi master entrepreneur was reviewing a list of the starships in dock and in station keeping around the Starbase so that he might have a better understanding of the total situation before he made contact with the captain of the station. His sight land upon a particular federation starship that had docked the day before and Pez found himself smiling. "Bazon." Pez said getting the head Orion's attention. "Yes Boss?" the larger Orion answered. "Did you look at the list of starships at the station?" he asked. "No, not yet. There were serious issues to contend with concerning the station. We haven't heard anything back from Captain Taylor yet." the Orion male replied. Pez frowned, which for a Ferengi meant that he bore his sharpened teeth in a grimace. "I suppose we'll have to triple or quadruple his fee for getting a timely meeting." The Ferengi replied. "It's not a great expense, but let's make it happen. We'll lose more money if we just sit here waiting." "I'll see to it." Bazon replied. "In a minute." ~Time is money.~ Pez reminded himself. "First I want you to send a message to the USS Rosenante." Pez continued. "Your step-son's ship? But why?" Bazon asked. "They are in port and before this trip is through I may need his help, and besides I haven't seen him for years now. Not since his ship disappeared along with all those other Federation ships. I'd like to speak to him in person for a change." Bazon nodded. "Of course, Boss. I'll see to it right away." Bazon was getting ready to leave when Dahlia, a lovely young woman from Rise, with a keen business mind and a wonderful array of eye-pleasing curves stepped into the compartment. Dahlia flashed her captivating smile at Bazon, who nearly melted, before the Orion was able to get out of the compartment. "Sorry to interrupt you Pez." she stated evenly. "But there's a messenger here to see you. Another Ferengi named Dratz. He's an assistant and low-level flunkies for Braak, who..." "Who owns his own bar here on the station. Yes I know him, we went to business school together. I once tutored him for an extravagant fee in split interest calculations and market dividend statistics." Pez interrupted. "Yes, well." Dahlia continued with a nod. "He's here and has brought you a few very nice gifts and has paid your consultation fee for your time. Shall I let him in to see you?" Pez's eye narrowed for a second. "You know the old saying Dahlia?" "Which one Pez?" she asked. "The one about Ferengi and their gifts?" he responded. "You mean, never trust a Ferengi bearing gifts?" she asked with a knowing smile. "that's the one." Pez replied with a sharp nod. "Yes of course. It was one of the first lessons you taught me." "Well, let me amend that just a little bit. To ' Never trust old friends or business partners bearing gifts. It means they want something from you which you probably won't want to give." Dahlia smiled and then let out a little chuckle. "Yes I see your point, Pez." she replied. "Shall I send him away?" "No, we'll take his gifts and his fee, but we won't allow ourselves to be drawn in to any sort of business arrangement without careful consideration and research." "Of course, Pez. I couldn't agree more." Dahlia replied. "Good show him in and then play the good little servant will you. I'd like your take on things once he's left." Dahlia smiled and then nodded. "Of course." she replied and left the room. A few moments later she returned, trailed by the lackey Dratz. Even for a Ferengi, Dratz looked shifty-eyed. He was grinning broadly as if the very fact that he had managed to gain entrance to Pez's presence was as much of an accomplishment as fleecing an Andorian for his entire savings by selling him a freezer. "Pez. Thank you for seeing me." Dratz began groveling almost immediately. "You paid the fee, I suppose I should at least extend you the courtesy of hearing you out." Pez replied evenly. "Yes thank you." Dratz replied. "Would you care for a drink? I have this delightful drink called Norfolk's tears that comes from an obscure Human settlement. It's not in full production yet, but it will be soon enough." Pez asked. Dratz was pleased to be asked and nodded vigorously, "Yes please that sounds delightful." "Sit down, make yourself comfortable." Pez offered. "Can I offer you anything else, maybe something to eat, perhaps?" "No thank you. The drink will be just fine." Dratz replied. "As you wish." Dahlia went and brought the latinum service tray, with the Denebian crystal decanter that contained the light blue Norfolk's tears and a pair of matching crystal glasses. She placed it on a small table between then and carefully removed the stopper and poured two glasses of drink. She handed the first to Pez and then the second went to Dratz, who most likely felt that he was being treated as royalty. Dratz took a sip of the liquid and gave a sharp exhalation as Pez took his draught. "Good, eh?" Pez asked. "Very" Dratz replied quickly after finishing his small glass. "Here have another and then we will discuss business." Pez stated. "I don't know..." Dratz started to protest, but Pez fixed him with a glare that stopped him dead in his tracks. "You wouldn't want to insult me would you?" Pez asked. ~Negotiations are best handled from a position of power.~ "No not at all..." Dratz quickly replied, "I'd love another." Pez gestured to Dahlia and then she poured their guest another draught. Pez watched as the younger, more inexperienced Ferengi drank the second glass. "Now, what matter of business did you want to discuss?" Pez asked. "Braak asked me to extend to you an offer to attend a feast in your honor." Dratz said hurriedly, eager to divulge the task which he had been assigned. "I see." Pez stated, "And I assume you have the contract indicating that there would be no expense to myself or my guests at this feast and that should I find the quality of the feast to not be appropriately geared towards my net worth that there would be compensation for the loss of status, should any occur? Additionally there is the matter of the guest list which should include at least a set number of individuals worthy of my financial skill, or at least as many as can be acquired within the environs of this station provided that they are of sufficient influence to warrant an invitation? Oh and I want a provision that will allow me to select at least 60% of those requested to attend as well as a document waiving all of Braak's rights to any facilitation fees, finder's fees or other miscellaneous fees that he may wish to claim should any business dealing occur there between anyone that he has invited to attend and myself." Dratz looked completely surprised. " I uh..." "You haven't put anything like that together already?" Pez asked. "Well no." Dratz replied, "It's just an honorary meal." Pez just smiled showing his sharp teeth to the youngling. "Indeed, then I suppose you won't mind then if I have my legal team put together a simple clear contract that Braak can sign?" "Uhhh.. I suppose not." Dratz replied. "Very well then," Pez replied, " I'll send it along soon. Was there anything else that you wanted to discuss?" "No not really." Dratz replied, obviously still trying to catch up. "Good, then we are finished here." Pez announced and gestured at the drink tray, Dahlia let out a sly smile and then collected up the drink tray and returned it to the bar. "I'll send you the bill shortly?" "Bill? For what?" Dratz asked "For the cost of the import of the two drinks that you consumed. Not to mention the cost for the legal department to prepare the contracts for the Feast. Unless you'd like to recant your invitation, at which time I would simply charge you a cancellation fee instead." Dratz's eyes got large. "Uh..." "Braak did tell you to issue the invitation didn't he?" Pez pushed. "Yes." Dratz replied. "Then I wouldn't worry about the fees. They are simply the cost of doing business. I'll tell Braak how impressed I was with your negotiating acumen." Dratz smiled weakly. He realized he was being taken to the cleaners. "Don't worry too much Dratz, It's Braak that will have to pay, not you. You come out of this without a single expense and you have achieved everything that Braak asked of you, so you can still charge your full pay for your services. You will in fact turn a profit, while he will have only expense. That's quite an accomplishment for a Ferengi as young as yourself." Pez reassured him. "thank you." Dratz replied, taking what little bit of praise he could get. "You should go and let Braak know how well you've done." Pez pushed. "Yes, thank you." Dratz replied sheepishly before getting up and leaving. Once he was gone, Pez smiled at Dahlia. "Well?" Pez asked "Like selling ice cream to Andorians." she replied. "Yes, it is at that." Pez replied. He then went back to his reports waiting for his step-son to pay him a visit. (reply Jackson, Braak) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (SB 989, RJs, Lieutenant jg Ben Soma, Ensign sg Sanok, Ensign sg Eian O'Neill, 1210) Sanok did not expect the man at the bar to jump him; it was too illogical. The man should have submitted to his arrest. Because of this, Sanok was able to only partially block the attack. He stumbled backwards, tripped over something, and crashed onto a table. Food, drinks, dishes, and silverware, went flying. People started to shout. Ben watched as Sanok confronted the man about being a pickpocket. He could have stated it was a matter for station security, but he didn't see much point to it. Right now, they had to deal with it, or it could be seen as dereliction of duty, and in his current situation, that wouldn't go over well. He stood and moved just behind Sanok; something about the man's posture and body language indicated that he was going to try to fight, or if possible, run. Then he was off his barstool and the fight began. ~Here we go again,~ Ben thought as he moved in to aide his friend. Eian was about to order when the action started, and he watched for just a moment, seeing if Sanok would handle it. When it became clear that the offending man was interested only in making a big scene, and Sanok was pushed back into a table, Eian got up from his bar stool and approached the man from behind. A simple angled kick to the back of his knees, and the man was down before he ever even saw Eian. The young ensign got on top of him and prepared to secure him, but never saw the man's friends approaching from behind. He was yanked off of the offender and thrown violently backwards. Crashing into the barstool and falling to the floor, he was able to tuck his arms and let his shoulder take the brunt of the hit. He grunted as he got up, tried to get his bearings, and read the faces of the crowd. As it turned out, it wasn't necessary to read anyone's face; their actions were obvious enough. Three, large men were now engaged in a hand-to-hand combat match with Sanok and Ben, and the offender was slinking away into the crowd. Eian took off after him and, unable to secure him at the angle he was in, simply shoved him back into the area where his fellow officers were fighting. He then pushed himself back into the area to help. ~What the hell are these people thinking? They've got to have something they really don't want Starfleet to know...~ The pickpocket was standing over Sanok, ready to kick him, but Sanok saw a flash of movement from the side. He thought it was Ben, but was surprised to see Ensign O'Neill instead. The pickpocket went down in a heap. Standing quickly, Sanok saw three, large men moving in on Ben. ~Why are they doing this?~ thought Sanok. He moved towards Ben to help his friend. Everything happened in a blur. Eian jumped the pickpocket before he could move in, and then Ben was grabbed from behind. When he turned, he was facing not one, but three, large men who didn't look like they were there to help. The one holding him lifted his arm to punch, but before he could release, Ben's hand shot out and struck him in the throat. He dropped to his knees, holding his throat and gasped for breath. Ben kicked him in the midsection and turned his attention to the next foe. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Eian running after the person who had started it all. The next attacker gabbed Ben while he was paying attention to Eian and he staggered from the blow, not having been prepared for it. As he recovered, he noticed Sanok had confronted the third man and had engaged him as well. Considering that these men knew they were fighting at least two Starfleet officers in uniform, Eian concluded that they felt they had no other choice or they had some kind of vendetta against Starfleet officers. As he punched the original offender in the nose and then elbowed him in the ribs, he continued to profile the situation. ~They're not fighting like they're angry. They're fighting like they're desperate. If this was a rage engagement, it would have started the minute we walked into the place, and they'd be a lot less organized,~ thought Eian. When he thought about 'organization', it didn't mean that these people were making a wise decision. It merely meant that they seemed to have their 'wits about them,' and weren't doing things like, say, attempting to hack out anyone's eyes, or trying to eat their opponents, or babbling on endlessly about nothing in particular while they fought. It meant that they seemed to have a goal, however irrational, and were trying to accomplish it. ~They're definitely hiding something and they're afraid if they don't beat us up, they'll get caught. Poor decision, buddy.~ The original offender was apparently down and Ben had knocked out another, which left two to go. Ben and Sanok were engaged with them at the moment, and Eian joined in to help. He swung his elbow into one man's temple and he staggered. Eian then followed up with a swift kick to the stomach. The man stumbled and, seeing his opportunity, Eian side-kicked the man's head and caused him to fall back. He was unconscious. But Eian didn't see that the original offender was apparently not unconscious after all. The man threw his shoulder into Eian's side, knocking himself down and blowing Eian away from the scene and into the crowd. Eian's first attempt to get up failed when a sharp pain shot through his ribcage. The only conscious friend of the offender was now being taken care of, but the offender himself was trying to slink away again, crawling Eian's way. Eian placed his hand on the restaurant floor and braced himself as he hurled his boot in the direction of the man's head. He grunted at the movement but was able to knock the offender out for good. "Why are you engaging in this futile activity," said Sanok, as he blocked a punch from the man he was facing. "We are Starfleet officers, trained to deal with situations like this." He blocked a quick combination. "Even if you prevailed, you would sit be apprehended and arrested." The man ignored Sanok and continued to press his attack. He wasn't a simple thug; the man knew how to fight. There was also a look in his eyes that gave Sanok the impression that the man didn't care if they were arrested. Something was definitely amiss here. As Sanok continued to parry any blows against him, he could hear more people around him begin to shout and cry out. People were jostling to get out of the way, while others were cheering the fight. "This is your last opportunity to surrender yourself," said Sanok. "I suggest you take it." The man laughed. "You're in way over your head, Vulcan." He launched a furious attack. Sanok parried most of the punches, but one struck him in the left side of the face. He pretended to be hurt worse than he was, which lulled his attacker into moving closer. Sanok sidestepped, and ended the fight with a nerve pinch, when his hand shot out like a striking cobra. The four men were unconscious, and he, Ben, and Ensign O'Neill had taken some hits, but all were none the worse for wear. He addressed Ben. "It seems duty finds me wherever I go." (reply any) (posted by Milo, Bob, & Morgan) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase 989 - RJ's Restaurant - ACEO Ensign Eian O'Neill - Day 2 - 1200) After showering and changing back into uniform, Eian went to get a bite to eat. Someone had recommended the restaurant RJ's to him, and from their description, it sounded like it might cheer him up. He was still a little discouraged after the tournament results--he believed he was judged unfairly and he was dying to ask some of the spectators what they believed. But it was a little rude to go up to a random person he might remember from the audience and ask their opinion on the matter. He would have to see if any of his fellow crewmembers, like Ben or Kimiko, for instance, had seen his match. He hadn't seen them in the audience, but then he was more than slightly distracted by the match and could have easily missed them. He entered the restaurant and was immediately greeted by a beautiful Leexoid woman. "Would you like to be seated, Ensign?" she asked sweetly, her kind smile and extremely tight outfit increasing Eian's heartrate. He smiled back. "S--sure, yeah, that sounds great," he said. ~Come on, Eian, get it together. She's going to think you've never seen a Leexoid woman before.~ The Leexoid women were well known for their long legs and well-endowed...upper body. They were also known for being extremely good listeners, and therefore many of them interested in the restaurant business went into the bartending trade. "Will you be expecting guests?" "Um, no, I don't think so," Eian managed to say. ~Make eye contact. Don't look down, she'll think you're staring.~ "The bar has a few seats open," she said as she led him through the restaurant, her hips swaying from one side to the other, making it extremely hard for Eian to process anything she was saying. "Or you could have a table," she continued, waving toward a few empty tables. "I'll eat at the bar, thanks," he responded, and spotted Ben and Sanok sitting not far away. He didn't want to invite himself to sit with senior officers, so he sat down at a bar seat. The Leexoid hostess reached around him to hand him his menu, and he could feel the hairs on the back of his neck bristle at the contact. "Here's your menu, sweetie. If you need anything, anything at all, just ask for Sheenista," she said with an unforgettable smile. Eian watched her walk back toward the front of the restaurant. Before the bartender could ask him for his order, his commbadge buzzed. =^=Crewman J'Tak to Ensign O'Neill.=^= "O'Neill here," he answered. =^=Sir, it's my understanding that the Rosenante has been docked at 989 for two days now.=^= Eian raised an eyebrow. "A day and a half, that's right, Crewman. Why?" =^=You have a package here in the cargo bay, Sir. We would appreciate it if you could come get it. Soon.=^= "I didn't get a notice, Crewman. What are the contents of the package?" =^=The sender left specific instructions for me not to divulge that information to you, Sir, until you arrive to pick up the package.=^= ~Dad's Christmas gift to me!~ Eian realized. "I'll be by this afternoon to pick it up, Crewman J'Tak. Thanks for letting me know." =^=J'Tak out.=^= ~He seemed less than pleased with having whatever it is in his cargo bay. I hope Dad didn't send food again.~ Although corned beef, pot roast, and steak tasted wonderful to Eian, it was another story for some species and the smell of alien food, understandably, drove some people crazy. He had no idea what species J'Tak was, but he figured that was what was going on. "Welcome, Ensign. Can I get you something?" The bartender asked him friendily. Eian looked at the menu, expecting to be able to choose something quickly. What he was met with instead was a proverbial gigaquad of information. RJ's apparently had every kind of food in the galaxy. "I'll need a few more minutes, please. But I'd love a Guinness draught, please. If you have to replicate it as synthehol, that's fine." The bartender smiled. "Actually, we've got Guinness here. Imported directly from Ireland, Earth. So that's where you're from?" Eian was shocked. "Yeah! Well, that's where I was born. I grew up mostly on a starship. I'm impressed you've got Guinness." The bartender poured Eian's Guinness slowly, and then handed the dark beer to him. "RJ's is a place for all kinds of culture. Hope you enjoy your experience," he said, and then walked away to serve the next customer. (reply anyone, iyw) (posted by Morgan G) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Deck 18 - Secondary Computer Core Upper Deck, Lieutenant Steven Matrix, 1300) Nearly 9 hours inside the SCC and the refit was going well. The lengthy refit was designed to enhance and augment the primary computer core. All of the isolinear optical storage modules of its core memory were now replaced and under power up testing. As the subsystems and modules started their boot routine, Matrix stepped back and looked through the transparent floor down to deck 19. Below he could see various crews working on cabling, optical systems, power conduits and displays. The primary diagnostic display flickered drawing Matrix's attention away from the activity below. He stepped up to the monitor to review the sequence. [Primary Boot Sequence Completed. All quadritronic optical sub processors online. Diagnostic routines in progress], declared the computer. "Excellent." said Matrix. =^= Matrix to engineering...SCC memory upgrades are in place. The primary computer core has started its diagnostics routine which will take...about 4 hours to complete. =^= said Matrix. (Reply Engineering, any) =^= Matrix to Ensign Michael O'Neil. Report please. Are you available to oversee repairs to the dilithium chamber anytime soon? =^= asked Matrix. (Reply O'Neil) =^= Very well Ensign carry on. Matrix out. =^= replied Matrix. =^= Matrix to Lieutenant JG Cohen, please report your status please. =^= asked Matrix. A few moments passed, "Cohen here chief, sorry for the delay. Ah...I'm currently aboard the Starbase in the command center looking over the crew schedules. What can I do for you sir?" replied Peter. Matrix frowned..~Sure you are.~ thought Matrix. =^= Peter, do you have time to meet me in engineering in say...an hour to go look over the dilithium cleaning and give me an update on the port nacelle repairs? =^= asked Matrix. "Absolutely chief, but I hope you're not planning on cutting into my R&R. I really had my heart set on asking someone here out for dinner tonight." replied Cohen. Matrix smiled, =^= I wouldn't want to keep you from your appointed rounds Mr. Cohen. See you shortly. Matrix out. =^= Matrix closed up the access panels and logged out of the diagnostic application. Matrix chuckled to himself about Peter. ~Always looking for misses right now.~ thought Matrix. (Reply anyone in engineering, O'Neil) (Posted by Steve) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase 989 - Security Office - ACEO Ensign Eian O'Neill - Day 2 - 1301) Eian was writing up his statement at the security office, regarding the scuffle in RJ's restaurant, when his combadge buzzed. =^=Matrix to Ensign Eian O'Neill. Report please. Are you available to oversee repairs to the dilithium chamber anytime soon?=^= Eian frowned. He didn't want to fail to assist the chief engineer so soon after being appointed Assistant Chief Engineer. But after the brawl, he had helped apprehend the offenders and gone to the station's medical center to heal his cracked rib. It had delayed his arrival at the security office to write up his report, and now the officer manning the security office was staring him down with a nasty glare. Apparently they operated a very tight starbase here on 989. And Crewman J'Tak, who was in charge of the packages in the cargo bay, was still waiting for Eian to come down and pick up the package from his father. "I'm sorry, Sir, but I'm currently indisposed at the security office and I've got to pick up a package at Cargo Bay 1 as soon as I'm done here." He thought for a moment. "But Cohen knows how to handle a dilithium chamber repair sequence, and he was the last to work on the chamber, so he might be able to help you out." =^=Very well, Ensign, carry on. Matrix out. =^= Eian sighed. He looked down at his report and then up at the security officer. "Are you finished?" The man asked him. "No, not yet," Eian responded. "I'm in the middle of the injury report. Which really isn't necessary--I wasn't seriously injured and--" "It's standard procedure. Please finish it," he said without a smile. ~No problem, Ensign Sunshine. Can I get you anything else, Your magesty?~ Eian caught himself before he said it out loud, though. ~Man, first I get ripped off in the tournament, then I get caught in a brawl, and I haven't even had lunch yet. Dad, I'm opening your Christmas gift early, maybe it'll cheer me up.~ (reply none, any) (posted by Morgan G) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase 989 - Security Office - CTAC/SEC Lt. jg Ben Soma- 1303) Having lead thier prisoners back to the security office and placing them in holding cells Ben began writing out his report as did Eian and Sanok. The officer on duty simply looked up as Ben, Sanok and Eian led then in. "These people are to be held for starting a riot at RJ's." Ben stated and pointed to the smallest of them. "You can add robbery to this one's rap sheet, all are to be charged with resisting arrest, disturbing the peace, causing a riot and willingly assaulting Starfleet Officers. Run them for priors and known associates, if this is the beginning I want to cut thier crime spree as short as possible." The encounter could have ended in two ways and of course the hard way was chosen. Sanok had commented that duty always found him and Ben had laughed at the remark and stated it wasn't duty but trouble that found them. Ben had avoided serious injury as had Sanok, Eian however had been injured and received a cracked rib for jumping in to help. Now that it was over they all had to fill out the appropriate reports and file charges related to the incident. Eian received a call while they were filling out the report something about the dilithium chamber but stated he was unavailable but recommended another of his colleagues to fill in. Once the paper work was done Ben turned to his companions and said. "Good work, that could have been a lot uglier." (reply Sanok, Eian iyw) "How about we find something to eat before the next crisis happens?" (reply Sanok, Eian, any) (posted by Milo Young) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase 989 - Security Office - ACEO Ensign Eian O'Neill - Day 2 - 1304) When the paperwork was finally done, Ben said, "Good work, that could have been a lot uglier." Eian chuckled, and nodded. "Yeah, glad it wasn't." He had gone to sickbay to heal his cracked rib right before going to the security office to fill out his report. He had forgotten how much a cracked rib actually hurt. Thankfully, it was an easy fix and good as new now. "How about we find something to eat before the next crisis happens?" Ben asked. "That sounds great," Eian said, his stomach rumbling. He hadn't even gotten to finish his Guinness before the brawl started. "But I think we might want to go somewhere other than RJ's." (reply any) (posted by Morgan G) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase 989 - Cargo Bay 1 - ACEO Ensign Eian O'Neill - Day 2 - 1400) After finally finishing up with the security office and sickbay, Eian felt so hungry that he had contacted J'Tak and told him to expect him in an hour. The Crewman hadn't sounded the least bit happy, but Eian's primary concern was getting a good meal. After eating with Sanok and Ben, he finally headed to the cargo bay and was met by a very annoyed-looking Benzite with a PADD in his hand. "Are you Ensign Eian O'Neill, Sir?" the Benzite man asked. "Yes, Crewman J'Tak?" The Benzite merely nodded. "I'm sorry for the delay. I was indisposed. So how big is this package? Will I need anti-grav lifts or can I carry it?" "You can most certainly carry it, Sir," J'Tak said. "If you'll follow me." J'Tak led Eian down an aisle lined with cargo containers and rounded a corner. There, in a gated area of the cargo bay, was a tiny puppy. "This, Sir, is your package. It comes with a letter." He handed the PADD to Eian. "If you ask me, it's more trouble than it's worth." Eian stared at the puppy in shock. It looked like a mixed breed of some sort. He started to read the letter. ~Dear Eian, Merry Christmas from Dad and Glenn! We thought you could use a little companionship out there in space. The puppy is six weeks old, or should be by the time you receive him. He's an English Foxhound- Miniature German Shepherd mix. He should get to no more than 40 lbs when he's full grown. I've attached some guidebooks dealing with how to care for dogs. He's already absorption rug trained but he doesn't know any commands. I know you've always wanted a dog. Well, now here's your chance. Call me when you name him. Have fun, and Merry Christmas. We love you! God Bless, Love Dad and Glenn~ "Wow," was all Eian could say. He approached the puppy, a black, gray, brown, and white spotted ball of fuzz, and the little guy's tail went a million kilometers per second. Eian laughed. The puppy was already making him happy. He picked him up and held him, and the puppy instantly took to Eian. He began licking his face and his tail still wagged. "I'll need to buy some dog stuff...is there a place on the station that handles pet requests, or will I have to use a replicator, Crewman?" J'Tak shrugged. "I'm sorry, Sir. I don't believe there's a pet store and even if there was, I don't know if it would carry anything appropriate for this...what is this, Sir?" "It's a dog," Eian said with a chuckle. "From Earth." "Well..." J'Tak took a breath, as if deciding whether or not he should say what he's thinking. "It certainly has a lot of energy, Sir." With that, the Benzite walked away. Eian grabbed the small chew toy that was in the gated off area and headed out of the cargo bay. "I guess we're going to have to get you equipped, little guy," Eian told the puppy. "You need a name, a collar, an absorption rug, food, some more toys..." He began happily making the list in his head. His dad was right--this was exactly what he needed. "I think I'll call you...Murphy." It was Gaelic for "hound of the sea". It was perfect. (reply anyone, no one) (posted by Morgan G) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase 989 - Captain's Quarters- Security Officer Evan Dunphy- 1510) Evan steeped inside the Captain's quarters after the door lock had been over ridden. The small team of security personel had tried the chime and even knocked just in case the Captain had actually been asleep or entertaining someone and didn't want to be disturbed. When they received no answer from within they over rode the lock and opened the door, they were not prepared for what they found. Upon entering there didn't appear to be anyone home but upon closer look they found the Captain's body on the floor in a pool of blood. Several of the others gasped in shock and everyone seemed unwilling to accept what thier own eyes were telling them. Evan moved to crouch near the Captains body and quickly looked for any signs of life, he carefully placed his had infront of the Captain's nose to see if he was breathing and then just as carefully checked for a pulse. Finding no signs of life he did the only thing he could, tapping his commbadge he said. "Dunphy to Krawl, Captain Taylor is dead." (reply Krawl) "Yes Sir, we'll lock down the section immediately." (reply Krawl) "With the tournament underway were stretched pretty thin Sir." Evan replied. "Maybe we could request assistance in the investigation." (reply Krawl) "Understood Sir." (reply Krawl, any) (posted by Milo Young) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase 989 - Command Centre Lt Krawl First Officer Day 2 1511) Lt Krawl paced anxiously in the command centre awaiting the Security team's report.The silence was shattered with announcement from Security ""Dunphy to Krawl, Captain Taylor is dead."Te hum of the Command Centre came to halt. Krawl, anxious and now feeling the weight of command snappedharshly back to work NOW - this matter is not repeat not to be discussed outside this office". The activity level returned slowly. "Dunphy - Secure the area - no one in or out without my express orders - understood?"Dunphy replied "Understood we will secure the area" came the reply. A second of silence passed before Dunphyspoke again. "With the tournament underway were stretched pretty thin Sir." Evan replied. "Maybe we could request assistance in theinvestigation." "Understood Mr Dunphy - I am working on it - you are responsible to carry out my orders"Krawl snapped.The security man signalled his understanding without any hesitation "Understood Sir" and with that he closed the kink.Krawl's options were few. The Base security chief was suspect in Krawl's mind.That left the Security crew of the Rosenante. He didn't know her Captain nor Security chief, but there no other real options."Locate an contact the Captain of the Rosenante via a secure channel" Krawl ordered.He awaited the call. (reply: Captain) (posted by: Bill) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase 989 - Captains Quarters, Security Officer Evan Dunphy, 1513) After the commlink was severed Evan immediately set about following the Lieutenants orders. "T'Mer, Goudie seal off both ends of the corridor. No one gets through without Lieutenant Krawl's approval and I mean no one." Both officers ran off to thier assigned duties leaving Evan to his thoughts for the moment. He had managed to break into the Captain's cabin which wasn't supposed to be possible, at least in theory. He considered his actions and decided they could be interpreted in one of two ways, he'd either be commended for his ingenuity or locked in a holding cell. It hadn't been easy but he had removed the access panel and basically rewritten the lock. He pulled several of the logic circuits and replaced then in different places, swapped out several isolinear chips whiched he crudely reprogrammed with his tricorder and then bypassed the audio identification subroutines to gain access. It hadn't been easy but it did the trick and the door had opened to admit the team. Turning back to the rest of his team, which now was only one person he said. "Start scanning the room for evidence that someone else was here with the Captain. Though he may have felt like it from time to time I don't think he killed himself." Evan had his own tricorder out and had begun scanning Taylor himself, he frowned at the results that were being produced. (reply any) (posted by Milo Young) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase 989- Promenade, Civilian Daina Solos, Day 2,1523) "Now that's a voice that's very familiar," Sam said as turned around. "It's you miss Daina Solos from so long ago. How long has it been 5 maybe 6 years?" He asked. "Daina smiled broadly. ~He remembers me.~ "Yes Sam, About that. I just had to say hello. I mean I never expected to see you here on Starbase 989." "Well, time doesn't matter its good to see again. How have you been and a better question is how did you get all the way over on to this station from far away Earth?" Sam had a certain simple charm that Daina found reassuring, It was the sort of simplicity that she had lost around the time that she had made her efforts to move out into the broader galaxy. "Kind of a long story, Sam." She replied with a shrug. "Listen, I'd love to catch up. "Maybe you can buy me a drink and we can have some dinner and catch up. What do you say? Looks like you're on leave." (reply Lopez) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase 989- Promenade,ACMO Ensign Sam Lopez, Day 2,1524) "Kind of a long story, Sam." She replied with a shrug. "Listen, I'd love to catch up. "Maybe you can buy me a drink and we can have some dinner and catch up. What do you say? Looks like you're on leave." "I say that sounds like a good idea"Sam said.This was in fact a most delightful surprise and it all happened on starbase 989."Were should we eat then?" (reply by Daina Solos) "Well that sounds like a great place to eat and now lead the way"Sam said as he followed her to the place. (reply by Daina Solos) (posted by shawn) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase 989- Promenade, Civilian Daina Solos, Day 2,1525) "I say that sounds like a good idea" Sam said. "This is in fact a most delightful surprise and it all happened on Starbase 989. Where should we eat then?" "How about a wonderful Restaurant I know named RJ's?" she replied. "Well that sounds like a great place to eat. Lead the way" Sam said as he followed her to the place. They made their way through the promenade , weaving their way through the crowded corridors of Mercantile power until eventually they were in the area of the station that was known as the restaurant district. RJ's was a rather small, yet quaint restaurant, specializing in foods that most people didn't specialize in. Their menu was diverse and multi-ethnic, the sort of place that almost made you wonder how Andorian Appetizers should be on a menu with Klingon Soups. Still the food there wasn't outclasses by any other restaurant on the station and that insured that RJs was always booked to capacity. They stepped inside and Camille, the Hostess, flashed Daina the golden smile. "Heya Daina. Whose your handsome young friend?" she asked as the two reached the podium. Daina smiled and introduced Sam. "This is Doctor Sam Lopez. He's an old friend of mine." she replied, "Well maybe he'd like to be a new friend of mine?" she inquired with a sultry smile. "Camille!" Daina replied in a shocked tone, although she wasn't really as shocked as she let on, besides Sam was probably enjoying the attentions of not one but two beautiful women. "Can I get a table?" she asked then as she thread her arm protectively through Sam's elbow. "Hmmm. Don't have any open at the moment. Might be ten to twenty minutes." she replied. Daina nodded, then looked at Sam, "Want to sit at the bar? Have a drink while we wait?" (reply Sam) "Okay, works for me." she replied, then turned back to Camille. Put us on the list will ya? We're going to have a drink or two at the bar." Camille nodded and added their names to the waiting list. Once it was confirmed that they were on the list, Daina led Sam through the busy restaurant and towards the bar. They found a pair of stools, wrapped in leather and made of chrome, at the far end of the bar. All around her, the well dressed, gorgeous women were entertaining all sorts of men; starship captains, merchants, Starfleet officers and anyone that looked as if they might have money. While the women here were very glamorous, the men seemed, for the most part normal. As they settled into their seats, Trina, the Bartender, arrived to take their drink order. "Hello handsome." She began and then gave Daina a brief hello as an afterthought. (reply Sam) "What will you be having?" (reply Sam) "And for the lady?" she asked. "Red wine." Daina replied, " A nice merlot from Cestus III" Trina turned back to pour the drinks and Daina turned to look at Sam. "So Sam...Doctor Lopez. Tell about your life since we last met. I mean How's Starfleet and what have you been doing all these years?" (reply Sam) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase 989- RJ's restaurant,ACMO Ensign Sam Lopez, Day 2,1530) Daina nodded, then looked at Sam, "Want to sit at the bar? Have a drink while we wait?" "That's sound fine to me"Sam said as they both headed for the bar after they were put on the waiting list. As they settled into their seats, Trina, the Bartender, arrived to take their drink order. "Hello handsome." She began and then gave Daina a brief hello as an afterthought. "Why hello Mrs.bartender"Sam said. "What will you be having?" "I'll have any kind of white wine you might have in stock"Sam said. "And for the lady?" she asked. "Red wine." Daina replied, " A nice Merlot from Cestus III" Trina turned back to pour the drinks and Daina turned to look at Sam. "So Sam...Doctor Lopez. Tell about your life since we last met. I mean How's Starfleet and what have you been doing all these years?" "well its seems that the years just seemed to have got away from me ever since i joined starfleet.I went to the academy for four years became an officer and ended up on the rosenante.Its been very interesting in starfleet you know exploring strange new worlds and all that stuff And you?"Sam said. (reply by Daina Solos) (posted by shawn) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase 989- Promenade, Civilian Daina Solos, Day 2,1531) "Well its seems that the years just seemed to have got away from me ever since I joined Starfleet. I went to the academy for four years, became an officer and ended up on the Rosenante. Its been very interesting in Starfleet you know exploring strange new worlds and all that stuff. And you?" Sam said. Daina gave him a coy smile. "Well my story is nothing at all like that." She replied. "I met a dashing young man who promised to take me away from earth, and I always wanted to see the Galaxy, so I went along with it." She shrugged, "That was short-lived though. I mean, He met this cute little Orion Girl and left me on a passenger ship bound for Vega IV. I made it there, worked as an Entertainer for a while until I could save up enough credits to get off planet, and managed to make my way here. Been here for about three years now." ~Milking the Starfleet officers for all the credits I can get.~ She added mentally. "Just trying to survive, you know, Sam?" She added. (reply Sam) "But that's not really all that important. I basically have a pretty small quarters, make just enough money to get by on and have a job that I hate." She shrugged again before adding, "But seeing an old friend really makes you feel alive." She gave him her best smile as the wine was brought and she picked up her glace and took a sip. "But I'm really surprised that you joined the fleet. I mean I never pictured you on a starship, running around the Galaxy, bedding exotic alien girls and exploring alien ruins and fighting Klingons or whatever. You never seemed that type to me. What changed?" (reply Sam) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Star base 989 - Underside - Civ Dabron Moa- Day 2- 1543) Dabron was a regular patron of the Underside, the most despicable bar full of low-lives and criminals this side of the Orion Syndicate. He often enjoyed the periodic brawls and fights that broke out here between the mercenary crews that were on the station looking for work or hoping to score some big deal from some less than reputable members of the station's staff or inhabitants. It was for that very reason that his attention was immediately piqued when the Klingon female walked into the bar. She was sporting a federation uniform that stated that she was either medical or sciences, which in itself was the most bizarre of things. Her unique appearance was matched by her more than capable fighting ability, as she proved just a few moments after she entered. Her skirmish with Cut'mas and his crew, for what it was worth was quick and brutal, and Dabron smiled as the female Klingon sent the Klingon crew scuttling for safety. He knew that they'd be back, they were after all, considered some of the most dishonorable and untrustworthy Klingons operating in the sector. He was further impressed when he heard the female declare her lineage with pride. ~M'Epak daughter of P'Ukway.~ he repeated to himself mentally. Now that's a useful piece of information. ~And a potential source of income as well. He knew that the house of P'Ukway had enemies and that some of those enemies had long memories. If they possessed the daughter of their enemy, there could be a great deal of payment that could come his way. Once the other Klingons in the bar had made their escape, M'Epak slipped onto a bar stool and ordered a Bloodwine. Dabron saw his chance and moved. He slipped beside the woman and told the bartender, "The Bloodwine is on me." Cassius, the bartender, grunted his reply, as he usually did and quickly added the cost to Dabron's tab while making himself scarce at that end of the bar. "Excuse me warrior." Dabron said. "I mean no disrespect, but did I hear you say that you were the daughter of P'Ukway?" (reply M'Epak) "Well!" He replied with sincere appreciation of his good fortune. "I salute you. I met your father once, while he was a commander of a Bird of Prey operating on the Breen Frontier. I have never seen a Klingon Warrior more honorable and brave. He saved my life once, and as a result I would like to offer you my appreciation in honor of his skill." (reply M'Epak) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase 989 - Promenade, CO, Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid, Day 2- 1546*) Ahmed held up the beautiful Risan silk shirt to the light, carefully checking the thread count my eye as the proprietor of the small kiosk stood nearby anxiously. The delicate silk thread was made by hand on Risa and as such it was one of the most rare and sought after fabrics in the quadrant. The shirt he held was a rich Maroon, cub in a loose-fitting style that Ahmed associated more with long-dead Earth Poets or Pirates than the modern man. Still, there was a simplistic beauty to the cloth, which was shown to have a few minor defects as could be expected from a genuine hand forged shirt of quality. He turned back to regard the stall owner and smiled. "Well, captain?" she asked, "Is it everything I said it was and more?" "Indeed, it seems to be. I'll take it." Ahmed replied, " And another like it in hand-dyed coral red, if you can arrange it?" The woman smiled and replied, "Of course captain, I can put in the order to have it hand dyed tonight. I can have the finished shirts delivered to your ship if you'd like." Ahmed smiled then and nodded. "That would be perfect. I believe I owe you 1200 credits?" He asked rhetorically as he passed his thumb over the payment point. She smiled even broader. "Thank you captain. I hope you'll pass the word to your crew while you're here?" "Of course, I wouldn't dare fail to do so." Ahmed replied. There was a quick chirp of his commbadge, and Ahmed nodded at the proprietor once again. Looks like ship's business. Thank you again." he said and stepped away from the kiosk. "Salid here." he said as he tapped the badge. =^=Sorry to bother you Captain.=^= Xim's voice sounded from the commbadge. "No problem mister Xim, what do you need?" Ahmed asked. =^= There has been a murder on the Station Commander and the Starbase FO, Lieutenant Krawl is requesting assistance from Rosenante Security for assistance.=^= Ahmed's eye brow shot up in surprise. "Is there a reason that the Station security Chief isn't available?" he asked. =^= I got the distinct impression that she was somehow suspect, although nothing like that was stated. The official reason was that with the tournament underway, station security is stretched thin.=^= Xim replied. "I see. Have you spoken with Captain Taylor?" =^= No sir. He seems to be the victim.=^= Xim replied solemnly. Ahmed was shocked into silence for a moment. He mouthed a silent "oh" before responding further. "I see." he finally said, "Let Lieutenant Krawl know that I will be joining him in his office shortly, Mister Xim." Ahmed replied. =^=Yes, sir.=^= "Salid out." Ahmed frowned and then took a quick glance around him to see if anyone seemed to have noticed any part of his conversation. He was unable to spot anyone that was unduly interested in a Starfleet captain stopped in the middle of the promenade. He never noticed the Ferengi watching him make his way towards the command center of the Station. --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase 989 - Command Center, CO, Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid, Day 2- 1557*) The doors to the extra-large turbolift slid open with a mechanical hiss that was more reminiscent of a hydraulic press than a modern pneumatic door. Ahmed stepped out onto the operations floor of the station, taking a quick note of the various individuals in various stages of work. He understood well enough that the majority of them were working to direct port traffic. He also took note of the fact that several of them gave him an interested look as he stopped. It was almost as if they either fully expected him or were completely surprised that any other Starfleet Captain would ever step on to the command deck. A security officer stepped forward and presented himself to the captain. "Captain Salid?" "That's right, Ensign?" "Jones, sir." the man replied amiably enough. "I have orders to show you to Lieutenant Krawl's office, sir." "Very well, Mister Jones, please lead on." They crossed the busy floor gathering more quick glances and knowing looks than Ahmed felt comfortable with receiving. Their destination seemed to be a raised office. The markings on the door identified it as belonging to the station's First officer, Lieutenant Krawl. Ensign Jones reached out and pressed the door chime. "Sir, Captain Salid here to see you." He reported. (reply Krawl) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase 989 - Command Centre, FO, Lt Krawl, Day 2- 1558*) Krawl was staring out of the portal in his office. Dunphy had sealed Captain Tay;or's quarters as requested. The station's chief of security had complained loudly and long about that step. The Andorian did not give a damn. He was convinced she was a major suspect. She and Taylor had a most unusual relationship. He had received information she was skimming fees from the docked ships. ~ What a group of misfits~ Krawl mused as his entry chime sounded. The Andorian rose as a humanoid of middle eastern physique entered. Krawl sensed the calm aura of power the man emanated. "Captain Salid I presume?" Krawl asked extending his hand. (reply: Captain Salid) "Please take a seat Sir" Krawl added while sitting down. Krawl looked at the Captain. He began to explain the purpose of the call. "Minutes ago, SB 989's Commander, CAPT. Taylor was found dead in his quarters. I had tried to contact him concerning a potential problem with some Ferengi mechants He didn't answer. I tried a second time and again no reply" Krawl paused. (reply Salid) Krawl waited till Captain Salid to finish and then continued. "Sir, at that point I queried the computer for the Captain's location and learned he was in his quarters. I was now concerned and dispatched Base Security to contact the captain. He had secured his quarters. Eventually Security Officer Dunphy gained entry and informed me the Captain was dead." Krawl paused and awaited Salid's repsonse. (reply: Captain Salid) (posted by: Bill) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase 989 - Command Center, CO, Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid, Day 2- 1600) The wait at the Lieutenant's door seemed to take a little longer than it should have, and Ahmed was growing just a little bit impatient by the time the door slid open to admit him. He stepped into the office, which seemed decorated by a colorblind interior decorator and forced himself to block out the tasteless array of multicolored, and mismatched furniture and settle on the face of the Andorian sitting at the desk. "Captain Salid I presume?" Krawl asked extending his hand. Ahmed reached out and shook the man's hand. "Yes, USS Rosenante, Commanding Lieutenant Krawl. I understand that we have a situation you need some assistance with?" "Please take a seat sir." Krawl deflected and Ahmed was already beginning to suspect several other issues were at play here besides a murder and a thinly stretched security force. Ahmed settled himself in to a bright fire-engine red and black trimmed chair which was the least offensive in the office and gave the Andorian first officer his full attention. "Minutes ago, Starbase 989's Commander, Captain Taylor was found dead in his quarters. I had tried to contact him concerning a potential problem with some Ferengi merchants. He didn't answer. I tried a second time and again no reply." Krawl paused. "I see. And what happened then?" Ahmed asked. "Sir, at that point I queried the computer for the Captain's location and learned he was in his quarters. I was now concerned and dispatched Base Security to contact the captain. He had secured his quarters. Eventually Security Officer Dunphy gained entry and informed me the Captain was dead." Krawl paused. Ahmed paused as well, waiting to see if the Andorian had more to add. When it became apparent that he did not, he continued. "I understand. A command rank officer showing up dead in his quarters can cause quite a commotion." His eyes narrowed just a little bit. ~Was Krawl nervous?~ "So I take it that you are informing me of the situation because I am the next ranking officer on the station?" Ahmed inquired. (reply Krawl) "I also was led to understand that you have your security forces stretched pretty thin because of the tournament and that you'll need the assistance of the Rosenante's security team to investigate the murder." It wasn't a question as much a statement of facts. "As such under Starfleet regulation six-fifty four section three, subsection a, concerning the investigation of a crime, I am going to assume the command of the investigation and get to the bottom of things." Ahmed replied. (reply Krawl) "I will need complete access to the ship's security logs, internal sensors, shipping manifests and docking logs as well as complete access to yourself and the senior crew for questioning." (reply Krawl) "I will also be securing the body for autopsy, as well as the crime scene for investigation. Starting immediately no one leaves this station, as either a passenger or member of any ship's crew without express permission of the Rosenante." (reply Krawl) "I have no doubt they will complain long and loud lieutenant. Your job will be to continue to handle complaints and to deal diplomatically with those ship captains and owners that are inconvenienced by the situation. The last thing we want is for our murderer to make it off the station before we can uncover them, wouldn't you say?" (reply Krawl) "Very good, Lieutenant. You will retain command of the station, but any decisions regarding the handling of evidence, investigation of the murder or departure from this station will be handled by the Rosenante until this is resolved. Am I clear?" (reply Krawl) "Thank you for your help. I will expect you to keep me advised of anything that turns up regardless how insignificant it may seem." Ahmed rose to his feet. "I'll be securing the murder scene now. Advise your security that upon the arrival of Rosenante security personnel, they will be turning over the crime scene to my people." (reply Krawl) "Thank you for your help lieutenant." Ahmed added, and then left the office there was much to do. He managed to get as far as the turbo lift before every eye turned to regard him as he was leaving. It was almost like a scene from an old Earth western Holovid, where everyone in town suddenly realized there was a new sheriff in town. --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase 989 - Command Centre, FO, Lt Kraal, Day 2- 1602) In a strange way Kraal was glad that someone else was handling the investigation of Taylor's murder. He was dealing with assuming command of the star base. He had never wanted this but longed for a ship's duty detail. Kraal listened as the senior offcier spoke. "So I take it that you are informing me of the situation because I am the next ranking officer on the station?" Ahmed inquired. "Yes Sir, I am doing that in accordance with SF regulations" the Andorian added formally. The man before Kraal continued "I will also be securing the body for autopsy, as well as the crime scene for investigation. Starting immediately no one leaves this station, as either a passenger or member of any ship's crew without express permission of the Rosenante." Kraal groaned involuntary at that - this meant those damned Ferengi along with several other unsavoury types would be clamouring at his door. Salid must have read his mind as he went on to say "I have no doubt they will complain long and loud lieutenant. Your job will be to continue to handle complaints and to deal diplomatically with thoseship captains and owners that are inconvenienced by the situation. The last thing we want is for our murderer to make it off the station before we canuncover them, wouldn't you say?"Kraal smiled and replied "No that would not do at all Captain" Kraal replied.Salid went on with his instructions "Very good, Lieutenant. You will retain command of the station, but anydecisions regarding the handling of evidence, investigation of the murder or departure from this station will be handled by the Rosenante until this isresolved. Am I clear?" "I understand Captain - it will be as you ordered" Kraal responded. Salid had left Kraal with a lot of things to do. Kraal pondered these as the Captain left his office. (reply: no one) (posted by: Bill) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase 989 - Murder Scene, CO, Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid, Day 2- 1620) Ahmed stopped just short of the perimeter for the murder scene, which looked as if it was the entirety of the short corridor that led to Captain Taylor's room. He watched from the edge for a few minutes, noting the officers that were coming and going, so that should there be a need later, he could easily recall who was there when he arrived. His edict memory was very useful for crimes like this. He couldn't delay the inevitable any longer, and so he tapped his commbadge to open a channel. "Captain Salid to Lieutenant Soma and Ensign Ichijo." (reply Soma, Ichijo) "I have just been informed that there has been a murder on Starbase 989, and under the authority given me by Starfleet regulation six-fifty-four, we will assuming the responsibility for the investigation." "Mister Soma, please gather some security personnel from the Rosenante to secure the crime scene, Mister Ichijo, you will be handling the autopsy. I will need you at the scene to direct the recovery of the body, bring anyone you may need from medical." (reply Ichijo, Soma) "I am at the scene currently. It is section 22, level 9, room 212. It belongs to captain Joseph Taylor the station's CO. Meet me there as soon as you are able. Salid out." (reply Ichijo, Soma) Once the channel had closed Ahmed grabbed the attention of the junior office that was manning the perimeter. "Ensign" he called. The man made his way over, "Yes captain?" He asked. "I am Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid of the Rosenante. I am assuming oversight of this investigation. I need you to ask Mister Dunphy to report here so I can speak with him." "Aye sir." The ensign replied and headed into the room to speak with Dunphy. (Reply Ichijo, Soma, Dunphy) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase 989 - Murder Scene, Security Officer Evan Dunphy- 1622) Ensign Smythe came up to Evan and informed him that the Rosenante's Captain wanted to speak with him. He composed himself as best he could not knowing what to expect when he entered the room. He could receive a dressing down or a commendation or even be locked up, but what ever happened he was ready to take responsibility for his actions. "Thank you Smythe." Evan said. "Good luck." came the response." Evan made his way into the room and had no trouble figuring out who the Rosenante's Captain was, he headed over to stand before him and came to perfect attention but resisted the urge to salute. He couldn't help but feel just a little nervous at the moment and hoped he wouldn't stammer when the Captain addressed him. "You wanted to see me Captain." Evan stated and waited to see what would happen. (reply Salid) (posted by Milo Young) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase 989 - Promenade, CTAC/SEC Lt. jg Ben Soma- 1623) Ben had returned to his quarters, had a shower and changed back into his uniform. Since he wasn't competing anymore today he contented himself by wandering around the stations promenade taking int he sights and sounds. So far he had been involved with a small riot at RJ's and the day was still young, he hoped the remainder of it was uneventful. His commbadge chose that particular moment to break his thoughts as Captain Salids voice emanated from it. =/\=Captain Salid to Lieutenant Soma and Ensign Ichijo.=/\= Tapping the badge Ben replied. "Soma here Captain." =/\=I have just been informed that there has been a murder on Starbase 989, and under the authority given me by Starfleet regulation six-fifty-four, we will assuming the responsibility for the investigation.=/\= ~A riot and now a murder, just when I thought things couldn't get any worse~ Ben thought. =/\=Mister Soma, please gather some security personnel from the Rosenante to secure the crime scene, Mister Ichijo, you will be handling the autopsy. I will need you at the scene to direct the recovery of the body, bring anyone you may need from medical.=/\= "I'm on it Captain." Ben replied. Salid stated his position and closed the comm link. As he signed off Ben tapped his badge and said. "Soma to Rosenante. I need a security detail at section 22 level 9 room 212 on the station." (reply Rosenante) Closing the link he opened another one. "Soma to Sanok report to section 22 level 9 room 212 on station. There's been a murder." Ben then headed off to the Captain's location so the investigation could begin. (reply as above, any) (posted by Milo Young) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase 989 - Murder Scene, CO, Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid, Day 2- 1625) Salid watched as the security officer went back into the crime scene and a few moments later another security officer, presumably Dunphy emerged. The man looked lean and muscled, his body style obviously well suited to match his chosen profession. He came up to Ahmed and assumed a position of attention. "You wanted to see me Captain." Evan stated. "Yes I did mister Dunphy. I understand that you were the officer that discovered captain Taylor's body?" Ahmed asked. (reply Dunphy) "And you assumed the responsibility for the crime scene, ordered it secured and began an investigation?" Ahmed pressed. (reply Dunphy) "No you've done nothing wrong mister Dunphy. I am simply seeking to establish a time line of event immediately following the discovery of the captain's body. What time did you make the discovery?" He asked. (reply Dunphy) Ahmed noted the time on his PADD and made a quick calculation, detailing the length of time that passed before he had been notified of the incident. "Are you familiar with Starfleet Regulation six-fifty four ?" Ahmed asked. (reply Dunphy) "Good. Then you will understand what I mean when I say that the Rosenante's chief of security and Rosenante personnel will be conducting the investigation of the murder going forward." (reply Dunphy) "My chief of security, Lieutenant Soma, is on his way here presently. I would like for you and your men, " Ahmed gestured towards those standing nearby, "To make themselves available for interviews to help us establish the facts. I also think you showed a great deal of initiative and creativity in gaining access to the Captain's quarters, so I'd like to request that you remain active on the investigation. However if you feel that this would be a conflict of interests or that you are too close to this investigation I can understand that." (reply Dunphy) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Crew Quarters, CTAC/SEC Lt. jg Ben Soma, 2130) Ben sat at his computer terminal and accessed the ships subspace communications array, it had been a while since he had last spoken with his old Sensei and decided to look him up. Opening a secured channel he waited as the seal of the United Federation of Planets faded out to be replaced by the face of a aging Asian martial artist. His once jet black hair was now peppered with silver and Ben noticed deeper lines in his facial features. However his eyes remained as alert as ever. Ben was glad to his the old man was still alive. The elder man gave Ben a quick look over before speaking. "Ben Soma, is that really you?" Ben smiled and said. "Yes Sensei it is me, you look well." A smile graced the face of his long time mentor. "You look like you have found some direction in your life." "I have." Ben replied. "I'm in Starfleet, currently serving as this ships Chief Tactical and Security Officer." "Then something good has come from my teachings." The Asian replied. "It's been quite some time since we last spoke, to what to I owe the honor?" "I wanted to see a familiar face." Ben replied. The Asian frowned at the response and then flashed Ben a quick smile. "I know you better then that Soma san. Something is troubling you." Ben returned the smile, he had never been able to lie to Mr. Nakamura. The old man always knew when there was something amiss. "You haven't changed." Ben said. "There is a small matter that is playing heavily on my mind but I prefer not to go into it." "As you wish." Nakamura replied without further prodding. "Tell me Sensei, how is the dojo." Nakamura spent the next fifteen minutes bring Ben up to date on the dojo, he spoke of current events and the classes as well as several promising students. Ben listened intently and commented on the training his Sensei was offering, he was one of the few who actually taught in the old style. Many had given up the old ways in favor of the new but Ben was glad that his old master had chosen to keep his old training routine. When Nakamura had run out of news he inquired about Ben's life over the last couple years, Ben told him what he could and then mentioned the tournament he had recently participated in without without mentioning the murder or subsequent investigation. He then told his old Sensei about the upcoming tournament and how he was looking forward to it. "I'm glad to see you still participate." Nakamura said. "It would be a great same to waste your talents." "I compete whenever I can." Ben replied. "You must return to the dojo soon and see it for yourself." Nakamura said. "I'd like to see you in person, make sure you haven't gotten soft." Ben smiled at this before speaking. "The next time I'm on Earth I will make it a point to visit you and see the dojo. I'd like to see these promising students of yours." "You're always welcome here Ben." Nakamura said with a smile. "There will always be a place for you here, my offer still stands." Ben considered the offer made to him several years ago by Nakamura, at the time Ben didn't feel ready to accept the responsibility of the request and said as much to Nakamura at the time. Now he was more confident in his abilities, but still didn't feel as if he could accept the offer. "I appreciate that." Ben replied. "And I will keep it in mind." "You do that." Nakamura stated. "Now if you'll excuse me I have a class to teach." "I won't keep you any longer then." Ben replied. Just before Ben terminated the comm link Nakamura said. "It's good to see you again Ben. Don't wait so long to contact me this time." "It was good seeing you too." Ben replied. "I'll try contacting you again soon to let you know how the tournament went." Nakamura bowed his head and Ben mirrored the motion before cutting the connection. After the terminal went dormant Ben decided it had been too long since he had spoken with Nakamura, he had missed the elders guidance and the serenity of the Japanese dojo. He vowed to return at his earliest convenience and visit with his Sensei and the students. It was good to know he still had another option open if he wanted to pursue it, for now he was content where he was. 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