Compilers Notes:

Geneva Compile 11 – Street Date May 14, 2005.

We had more posts this week than we have in a long time. Keep up the good work 
everyone!

THANK YOU to everyone who has read this section and made steps to fix things before 
they get to me. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate it. 

Fixed timestamp errors… WHAT A MESS THIS WEEK! Please be more careful… 

Fixed spelling errors… not too bad this week. Good job fixing these folks!

Fixed formatting errors… You really don’t need to indent paragraphs… really. Line 
spacing will do.

35 pages of compile in total with 34 posts in total.

Total compile time:  1 hrs  13 minutes.

Your compile wombat.

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Mission: Go Forth, Shadowy Future, Day 1
Stardate 2407.01.01
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Summary of posts:

Stardate: 2407.01.01

(Starbase Geneva - Observation Lounge - ATAC Ensign Dorrin Klars - 1052) 
(Starbase Geneva, Library, ATAC Ensign Dorrin Klars, 1253)
(Starbase Geneva, Library, Counselor Kassia Marta, 1255)
(Starbase Geneva, Headquarters, Humans for Humanity Station Leader, Dean Benford, 
1256)
(Starbase Geneva, Deck 8 Officer's Lounge, ATAC Ensign Dorrin Klars , 1258) 
(Starbase Geneva, Deck 8 Officer's Lounge, AFO/TAC/SC, Lieutenant {JG} Paul Casely, 
1259)
(Starbase Geneva- Deck 8 Officer's Lounge- CMO- Admiral Gr'iann- 1300)
(Starbase Geneva-Officer's Lounge-ACMO Lt. Cmdr. Kaitlyn Mackenzie-1301)
(Starbase Geneva, Deck 8, Officer's Lounge, COUNS Ensign (JG) Brian Rogers, 1301)
(Starbase Geneva, Deck 8 Officer's Lounge, AFO/TAC/SC, Lieutenant {JG} Paul Casely, 
1302)
(Starbase Geneva, Deck 8 Officer's Lounge, ATAC: Dorrin Klars, (1303)
(Starbase Geneva, Deck 8 Officer's Lounge, AFO/TAC/SC, Lieutenant {JG} Paul Casely, 
1304)
(Starbase Geneva, Deck 8 Officer's Lounge, Counselor Kassia Marta, 1305)
(Starbase Geneva, Deck 8 Officer's Lounge, ATAC, Ensign Dorrin Klars, 1306) 
(Starbase Geneva, Deck 8 Officer's Lounge, Engineer, Chief Petty Officer Alan Rourke, 
1307)
(Starbase Geneva, Deck 8 Officer's Lounge, Engineer, Chief Petty Officer Alan Rourke, 
1308)
(Starbase Geneva, Deck 8 Officer's Lounge, AFO/TAC/SC, Lieutenant {JG} Paul Casely, 
1309)
(Starbase Geneva, Deck 8 Officer's Lounge, Counselor, Ensign Kassia Marta, 1310)
(Starbase Geneva, Deck 8, Officer's Lounge, COUNS Ensign (JG) Brian Rogers, 1311)
(Starbase Geneva, Deck 8, Officer's Lounge, ATAC Ensign Dorrin Klars, 1313)
(Starbase Geneva, Deck 8, Officer's Lounge, COUNS Ensign (JG) Brian Rogers, 1314)
(Starbase Geneva, Deck 8 Officer's Lounge, Counselor, Ensign(SG) Kassia Marta, 1315) 
 (Starbase Geneva-Officer's Lounge-ACMO Lt. Cmdr. Kaitlyn Mackenzie-1322)
(Starbase Geneva, Deck 8 Officer's Lounge, AFO/TAC/SC, Lieutenant {JG} Paul Casely, 
1325)
(Starbase Geneva, Deck 8, Officer's Lounge, COUNS Ensign (JG) Brian Rogers, 1326)
(Starbase Geneva - Officer's Lounge-ACMO Lt. Cmdr. Kaitlyn Mackenzie-1326)
(Starbase Geneva, Deck 8 Officer's Lounge, AFO/TAC/SC, Lieutenant {JG} Paul Casely, 
1328)
(Starbase Geneva, Deck 8, Officer's Lounge, COUNS Ensign (JG) Brain Rogers, 1330)
(Starbase Geneva, Deck 8 Officer's Lounge, Counselor, Ensign(SG) Kassia Marta, 1332)
(Starbase Geneva, Deck 8 Officer's Lounge, AFO/TAC/SC, Lieutenant {JG} Paul Casely, 
1334)
(Starbase Geneva, Main Operations, OPS, Ensign{JG} Zadora Yalrath, 1337)
(Starbase Geneva, Deck 8 Officer's Lounge, AFO/TAC/SC, Lieutenant {JG} Paul Casely, 
1338)
(Starbase Geneva-Officer's Lounge-ACMO Lt. Cmdr. Kaitlyn Mackenzie-1339)
(Starbase Geneva, Deck 8, Officer's Lounge, COUNS Ensign (JG) Brian Rogers, 1339)
(Starbase Geneva, Deck 8 Officer's Lounge, ATAC Ensign Dorrin Klars, 1340) 
(USS Mithrandir, Bridge, AFO/TAC/SC, Lieutenant {JG} Paul Casely, 1341)
(USS Mithrandir-Bridge-ACMO Lt. Cmdr. Kaitlyn Mackenzie-1342)
(USS Mithrandir, Bridge, ATAC/ASC, Ensign {JG} Dorrin Klars, 1343)
(USS Mithrandir, Bridge, COUNS Ensign (JG) Brain Rogers, 1344)
(USS Mithrandir, Bridge, AFO/TAC/SC, Lieutenant {JG} Paul Casely, 1347)
(USS Mithrandir, Bridge, COUNS, Ensign {JG} Brian Rogers, 1348)
(USS Mithrandir, Bridge, ATAC Ensign Dorrin Klars , 1350)
(Starbase Geneva, Medical Centre, ACEO, Ensign (JG) Matthew McLaren, 1408)


Mission: Go Forth, Shadowy Future, Day 1
Stardate 2407.01.01

(Starbase Geneva - Observation Lounge - ATAC Ensign Dorrin Klars - 1052) 
 
"You are right, but, our mission was to uncover as much as we could about 
the message they sent not what sensor readings were. I do believe that the 
more that we investigate and tie our findings with the other teams findings, 
we will come to understand what they were actually wanting." 
 
"I agree," put in Dorrin, "Our biggest obstacle right now is a lack of information, the 
more we know the better.  
 
"Why don't we all go back and research 
on our own?" Brian asked. 
 
I guess we can, but, I suggest that we meet back up to discuss what we find 
before the meeting. So Klars, lets see what we can find to finish the message. Also, let 
him do what he can, it seems that he might work better alone and that is ok 
for now." said Kass. 
 
Dorrin disagreed. This was supposed to be a team effort, words he would obviously have 
to define to Rogers later. To Dorrin, Rogers was a glory seeker nothing more, the same as 
the guy who Dorrin suspected let his brother die, so he could bring home some critical 
information. That same guy was a captain of a starship now, which angered Dorrin. That 
same anger was starting to come up now, an anger so strong that his vision was beginning 
to be obscured by a haze of red. He forced himself to come down and begin to try to find 
what information he could. "Let's start, " he said with great difficulty.

(Posted by Dan Black)

(Starbase Geneva, Library, ATAC Ensign Dorrin Klars, 1253) 

"Hello, Ensigns. I didn't get much on my research. How did you fare?" Ensign 
Rogers asked. 
 
"Well there was not much more than what we already discussed and the what 
they meant by Taylor just lead to too many references to understand that 
one." Kass said in reply.  "Well, I think we should head to the meeting as I am hungry." 
 
Dorrin felt the same anger start to creep up the second he saw Rogers. He didn't know for 
sure why there was such an affect, he was usually a very rational person. But he could 
guess, his brother Ilsrath was his role model, his favorite person in the galaxy, it was his 
death that got Dorrin into the fleet, any reminder was very painful. Dorrin was forced to 
once again fight down that red haze. "Very well" he said "let's head there. 

(Posted by Dan Black)

(Starbase Geneva, Library, Counselor Kassia Marta, 1255) 
 
Kass could see that Dorrin was being on his best behavior in front of her. 
She thought that he did not want to show just how much he disliked either 
what Brian was doing or Brian altogether. It could be some memory that Brian 
reminded Dorrin of that caused such a reaction. She just could not tell and 
frankly did not care at that time as they were behaving themselves. She was 
hungry and did not want to play referee between them. 
 
"Very well" he said "let's head there." 
 
Kass watched as Dorrin started out ahead of the group. She looked at Brian, 
shrugged her shoulders and waved him on after Dorrin. 

(Posted by Frank Rogers)

(Starbase Geneva, Headquarters, Humans for Humanity Station Leader, Dean Benford, 
1256)
 
Dean watched as a dozen black leather clad men and women quick marched into his 
office. They carried a non-descript looking plasma rifle and had helmets with open visors. 
One stepped forward, "Sir, we are prepared and ready to disembark," stated a large 
muscled woman.
 
Dean nodded, "How will you bypass the station security?"
 
"Sir, we have had our contact bypass the security protocols for the assault craft. It should 
provide us with no problems at all," stated the woman.
 
Dean grinned to himself. The key individuals in the group's assault sector were, for the 
most part, former Starfleet Marines. They took the younger members and moulded them 
into effective fighting machines. They definitely had an excellent idea of Starfleet 
protocols and how to bypass them. "And the tractor beam?"
 
"Non-functional, Sir. We've looked after every contingency. As soon as we disembark, 
we'll raise our shields so they can't transport anyone on or off," stated the woman.
 
"Telepaths?" asked Benford, knowing that one curious telepath could ruin the entire thing.
 
"Mary had a little lamb, its fleece was white as snow..." stated the woman with a grin, 
"and they don't know anything really, but are still repeating the same rhyme."
 
"Understood. Prepare for planet fall. Meet with the rebel humans and aid them. Do you 
have the 'product'?" asked Benford, knowing that several cases of plasma rifles had been 
loaded onboard.
 
"Yes Sir, we are transporting directly to the ship and will disembark within an hour," 
stated the woman.
 
"Proceed!" stated Benford. 
 
With that the woman walked back with her troops and touched a portion of her armband. 
She raised her hand, palm forward. "For the cause!" she stated as the group shimmered 
out of sight.
 
Benford nodded. He knew that the flight preparations would take a little while longer and 
they'd be away, no diplomacy and no foolishness. His group would help the humans on 
that planet make the aliens pay. 
 
(Posted by Jeff Bergeron)
 
(Starbase Geneva, Deck 8 Officer's Lounge, ATAC Ensign Dorrin Klars , 1258) 
 
Dorrin stepped into the Lounge and saw that some officer's were already there. He sat 
down without taking anything to eat, to think about what was already known, and to get 
the emotions rampaging through him in control. 
 
(posted by Dan Black)

(Starbase Geneva, Deck 8 Officer's Lounge, AFO/TAC/SC, Lieutenant {JG} Paul Casely, 
1259)
 
Paul watched as Engtamn tore through a plate of the dish native to his home planet. He 
grinned, wondering how he would feel if he was cut off from a hamburger and fries for a 
number of years. Then, Ensign Klars entered the room. Paul looked over and nodded at 
his ATAC. 
 
~Still no engineers, that's problematic...~ Paul knew one was languishing in sickbay, but 
the other hadn't been heard from in some time. Paul tapped his comm badge.
 
"Lieutenant Casely to Engineering, where is Ensign de'Charin please?" Paul asked.
 
=^=Sir, this is Chief Petty Officer Rourke. Ensign de'Charin is currently working on a 
station malfunction. Apparently there is beta radiation leaking in one of the lower decks. 
It isn't hazardous to life, but it is interfering with communications. He might be tied up 
for some time. He'll let you know as soon as he's available.=^=
 
"Understood. We do need the ranking officer after him from engineering here then to 
update us on what you've found. Ensign McLaren is out of commission. Who comes 
next?" asked Paul.
 
=^=I'm one of the more senior members of the staff. I'm not a commissioned officer, but I 
can try to brief you sir, if you'd like?=^=
 
"That would be fine Chief. The sooner you can get here the better," stated Paul.
 
=^=Understood Sir, I'm on my way.=^=
 
With that dealt with, Paul turned his attention back to Ensign Klars.
 
"Klars, grab yourself a plate. This is supposed to be a lunch meeting after all. You might 
as well get some food, you might not have a chance to eat again for awhile depending on 
the decisions made after we hear about what each of you found," stated Paul.
 
(Reply Klars)
 
Paul grinned. "So how was your morning, working with the counsellors I mean? Learn 
anything?" asked Paul. He imagined it would be good for Klars to acquaint himself with 
other crew members and hoped that the experience had allowed him to figure out how he 
might be able to work with other members of the crew. As Klars answered, Paul stood up 
and took a plate himself, filling it with different dishes from the various worlds of the 
Federation.
 
(Posted by Jeff Bergeron)

(Starbase Geneva- Deck 8 Officer's Lounge- CMO- Admiral Gr'iann- 1300)
 
Gr'iann entered the room with Doctor Engtamn-Jensi .  They had managed to work the 
rest of the morning without incident, and accomplished a great deal.  Gr'iann never 
boasted of his abilities with electronics, but he figured he doubled his knowledge in the 
area this day.  The air of the room was filled with many various smells, most of which 
Gr'iann did not recognize.  The one scent he did recognize, though, was that of Kaitlyn 
Mackenzie.  He couldn't help but smile.
 
It seemed that Engtamn seemed to be sniffing the air and finding something he did 
recognize.  He got quite excited.  The Grazerite moved over to a table and 
clapped.  "Albucca! You had them make albucca! I haven't had that since I left Grazerite! 
Thank you, thank you, thank you!"
 
Gr'iann watched in amazement as Engtamn piled his plate with the colorful, vegetation, 
which had an ominous odor to it.  It smelled faintly of... fertilizer.  But Engtamn kept 
holding his plate to his nose and smelling it as he moved past the other foods.  
 
As Gr'iann walked along he did notice something that he hadn't seen in a while.  There 
was a traditional dish that Caitians prepared for major banquets.  Gr'iann smiled a big 
toothy grinned and looked up at Casely and Mackenzie.  He put some on his plate and 
moved over towards the pair.
 
"Lt. Casely," he nodded, then smiled at Mackenzie, "Kaitlyn, how arre you two?  Has 
yourr efforrts this mmorrning been successful?"
 
(reply Mackenzie, Casely)
 
The door opened and they noticed Klars Dorrin enter.  His mood seemed a little dark.  It 
reminded Gr'iann that there was a thought about the language of the aliens that came to 
him.  he'd have to bring it up and see if they had noticed the similarity.  However, Casely 
took that moment to leave Gr'iann and Mackenzie, and went to talk with the counselor.
 
Now that they were alone Gr'iann looked at Kaitlyn with a serious look in his 
eye.  "Kaitlyn, I rreally want to appologize forr this mmorrning.  I rreally don't know 
what got into Doctorr Engtamn.  He is rreally quite nice once you get to know himm."
 
(reply Mackenzie)
 
"I also wanted to get a chance to rreinvite you forr ..." he tried to think with his hands, but 
the plate of food made it difficult, then someone else interrupted him
 
(posted by Al Muir)

(Starbase Geneva, Deck 8, Officer's Lounge, COUNS Ensign (JG) Brian Rogers, 1301)
   
Brian walked into the officer's lounge behind Klars and Kass and looked around. He saw 
a few of the officers were here. Brian was feeling oddly since his day dream earlier so he 
didn't bother to eat. He spotted Kaitlyn talking to Casely and Gr'iann. Even though he 'hit 
it off' with Kaitlyn last night, he still was some what shy around women and plus he 
could never manage to look Gr'iann in the eye after his odd dream so he sat at the table 
and began going over his PADDs and trying to figure out how to present it to the senior 
staff.
 
(Posted by Kevin Schram)

(Starbase Geneva-Officer's Lounge-ACMO Lt. Cmdr. Kaitlyn Mackenzie-1301)
 
"Lt. Casely," he nodded, then smiled at Mackenzie, "Kaitlyn, how arre you two?  Has 
yourr efforrts this mmorrning been successful?"
 
Kaitlyn looked away from Paul to Gr'iann.  ~Great....I know he's going to ask me.  What 
am I going to do this time?~  She had almost welcomed Dr. Engtamn-Jensi's behavior 
earlier.  She like Gr'iann, she really did, but something just struck her as odd about 
him.  For one, he constantly followed her like a lost puppy.  ~Kitty.....,~ she corrected 
herself.  She felt as if she was being stalked or something.  Knowing she could handle 
herself, she didn't really think security was necessary and she would rather not have liked 
to make a report about it.  ~I need to figure out why he follows me so much.....~
 
"Kaitlyn, I rreally want to appologize forr this mmorrning.  I rreally don't know what got 
into Doctorr Engtamn.  He is rreally quite nice once you get to know himm."
 
"Well I'm not sure what got into him either, but it was odd, that's for sure."
 
She took another sip of her coffee while Gr'iann talked.
 
"I also wanted to get a chance to rreinvite you forr ..." he tried to think with his hands, but 
the plate of food made it difficult, then someone else interrupted him.
 
Kaitlyn was thankful that he had been interrupted, but she also felt bad.  It had to take 
great courage to ask someone out again, and she knew that's what he was getting at.  The 
shaking hands and trembling whiskers told her all she needed to know.  
 
It was then silent for a little while since they had been interrupted.  Kaitlyn ate and sat in 
her chair in silence for awhile until Paul begun the meeting.

(Posted by Stacey)

(Starbase Geneva, Deck 8 Officer's Lounge, AFO/TAC/SC, Lieutenant {JG} Paul Casely, 
1302)
 
Paul watched as more officers entered the room. Both counsellors came in on the heals of 
Ensign Klars. Paul could see some of them starting to move through the food line. 
 
He watched as Gr'iann grinned and put some of a Caitian traditional dish onto his plate 
and move on, he called out to the pair, "Lt. Casely," he nodded, then smiled at Mackenzie, 
"Kaitlyn, how arre you two?  Has yourr efforrts this mmorrning been successful?"
 
"Success is a relative thing Admiral. I'm looking forward to assembling our data overall 
after we get some food in us," stated Paul with a sad smile. He had made some headway, 
but it really wasn't as much as they'd hoped.
 
Paul then watched as a gentleman in his forties walked into the room dressed in standard 
issue yellow with the rank of chief petty officer on his collar. He looked around a bit self-
consciously until he spied Paul and walked over. Paul watched, with some amusement, as 
the Engineering Chief he figured was Rourke snapped to full attention.
 
"Chief Petty Officer Alan Rourke reporting as ordered, SIR!"
 
Paul grinned, "At ease Mr. Rourke. No reason to be on parade here. Help yourself to 
some food and get to know some of the senior staff."
 
"Yes, Lieutenant," came the reply as the Chief moved towards the buffet table.
 
(Posted by Jeff Bergeron)

(Starbase Geneva, Deck 8 Officer's Lounge, ATAC: Dorrin Klars, (1303) 
 
"So how was your morning, working with the counsellors I mean? Learn anything?" 
 
Dorrin took a plate without really looking at what he put on it. He wondered how to 
answer the Lt. question, and decided that he had to make sure that the Lt. knew of all the 
emotions that went on in the group for future reference.  
 
"It isn't making sense. Most of the references point to the military, and a emergency, or a 
medical situation, or all three. That is if you  take out the references that don’t have to do 
with anything of what I just mentioned."  
 
Dorrin paused to take a breath and a bite. Here's the thing Lt. when you are trying to 
decipher a language from historical references, it is usually a doomed task. I don't say 
that because I am pessimistic, I say that because we don't know how these people think, 
how they evolved, what their way of life is. All that can be offered is possibilities all of 
which can be wrong, because to know a language you have to be able to think in it, and 
none of us do." 
 
 Dorrin caught himself lecturing and realized that wasn't smart to do. "I apologize, at 
times I lecture without meaning to." Dorrin lowered his voice, " As  for the counselors, 
Marta I have no problem with, but Rogers I do. I don't like or trust him, he went off by 
himself after the meeting forcing us to find him. To me that is a glory seeker, and I don't 
make give that title lightly. But the fact is, early in my life, a tragedy befell me, from one 
such as they, so I admit I am a but prejudiced.  
 
(posted by Dan Black)        

(Starbase Geneva, Deck 8 Officer's Lounge, AFO/TAC/SC, Lieutenant {JG} Paul Casely, 
1304)
 
Paul listened to first the 'lecture' from the junior officer, and then about his concerns 
about Ensign Rogers. Paul frowned a bit and lowered his voice so only Dorrin could hear 
him.
 
"Well, Mr. Klars... about the language issue, I look forward to your full report during the 
briefing, including what the other two Ensigns have to add. As for Ensign Rogers, there is 
something... not right... about him. One of the reasons I wanted you there with him was 
the Captain has been sensing some odd 'vibes' from him. However that being said, even if 
you hate the man, you're both Starfleet officers and you have to work together. I expect 
you to behave in a courteous and proper manner towards him at least when you're on duty. 
If there are specific problems that you feel I need to discuss with him, tell me and I'll do 
so as I expect the same from him. Keep an eye on him, tell me about anything that seems 
odd, but otherwise do your duty and your best to work smoothly with him during 
assignments," stated Paul in a hushed tone.
 
(Reply Klars)
 
"Thank you Ensign, I'm sure you can. You're doing a good job so far, and all the senior 
officers are useful and valued members of this crew. There is no reason to worry about 
one officer 'grabbing glory' from another. We're a team, an ensemble, we all need each 
other. If we're successful, its because of all of us and not one of us, and I know that. Do 
your best, do your duty, follow orders, and you can never go wrong," stated Paul with a 
smile. "Academy lecture over! Now lets eat!"
 
(Reply Klars)
 
On his way back to the table, the Chief Petty Officer from Engineering arrived and 
reported in. Paul sent him to get some food and rejoined the rest of the senior staff at the 
table.
 
(Posted by Jeff Bergeron)

(Starbase Geneva, Deck 8 Officer's Lounge, Counselor Kassia Marta, 1305) 
 
Kass and Brian stepped through the door of the Officer's lounge a moment or 
so behind Klars. She stopped at the door to take in the wonder array of 
aromas coming from the different entrees that had been prepared for the 
officers. She walked over to where the food had been set up, grabbed a plate 
and started looking over the different items when she came across her 
favorite Trill delicacy called Saellodu, a type of salad that was made of 
the various plants from her home world. The dish had strips of an animal 
over the top of it with something liking to what Terrans called shredded 
cheese. She covered her plate with the dish as much as she thought she could 
eat as she had not had it since she went to the Academy. 
 
She then retrieved a tumbler of water then turned to see where Klars had 
parked himself. She noticed that Paul was talking to him and she hoped that 
Paul was telling him to get something to eat as it was going to be a very 
long day. She sauntered over close by to listen to the conversation a bit 
before bothering them. She wanted to be sure that she would not be bothering 
them in an important conversation. 
 
"So how was your morning, working with the counsellors I mean? Learn 
anything?" asked Paul. 
 
(Klars, any) 
 
Kass watched as Paul listened to what Klars had to say as they both moved 
over to the line to get food. She decided that she would not follow them as 
it could make Klars a bit annoyed and he was already upset enough. She sat 
down in one of the chairs adjacent to where Klars had originally sat down 
and waited for them. She also watched to see if Brian would come over to sit 
with her. While she waited for them she noticed what she thought to be a CPO 
walk into the room and report to Paul. The man looked a bit out of place and 
wanted to put him at ease, so, when he passed through the buffet line, she 
stood up. 
 
"Excuse me, Was it Chief Petty Officer Rourke? Would you like to sit with me 
and my group?" She asked with a shy warm smile but then had to rephrase 
after looking to see that she was still alone. "Well the small group I think 
will be joining us?" 
 
(Rourke, Klars, Brian, Paul, any) 
 
"Oh yes My name is Kassia, I am the chief counselor of the station. I hope 
that doesn't bother you, me being a counselor." She said as she sat back 
down waiting to see if he was going to join her or not. 
 
(posted by Frank)

(Starbase Geneva, Deck 8 Officer's Lounge, ATAC, Ensign Dorrin Klars, 1306) 
 
"Well, Mr. Klars... about the language issue, I look forward to your full report during the 
briefing, including what the other two Ensigns have to add. As for Ensign Rogers, there is 
something... not right... about him. One of the reasons I wanted you there with him was 
the Captain has been sensing some odd 'vibes' from him. However that being said, even if 
you hate the man, you're both Starfleet officers and you have to work together. I expect 
you to behave in a courteous and proper manner towards him at least when you're on duty. 
If there are specific problems that you feel I need to discuss with him, tell me and I'll do 
so as I expect the same from him. Keep an eye on him, tell me about anything that seems 
odd, but otherwise do your duty and your best to work smoothly with him during 
assignments." 
 
Dorrin's suspicion of Rogers increased after what the lt. said, but Dorrin responded "yes 
sir." 
  
"Thank you Ensign, I'm sure you can. You're doing a good job so far, and all the senior 
officers are useful and valued members of this crew. There is no reason to worry about 
one officer 'grabbing glory' from another. We're a team, an ensemble, we all need each 
other. If we're successful, its because of all of us and not one of us, and I know that. Do 
your best, do your duty, follow orders, and you can never go wrong. Academy lecture 
over! Now lets eat!" 
 
Dorrin nodded, stifled a laugh and decided to actually pay attention to what he was eating, 
and found that he needed to get another plate. After he was finished getting food that was 
actually edible he went to join Counselor Marta. 
 
(posted by Dan Black)

(Starbase Geneva, Deck 8 Officer's Lounge, Engineer, Chief Petty Officer Alan Rourke, 
1307)
 
Alan felt a bit better after reporting in to the Lieutenant. He had heard about Lieutenant 
Casely, but never seen him. He knew the Lieutenant was the Acting First Officer of the 
station, and could be a bit of a taskmaster at times, of course the station wasn't reacting in 
the best of ways and the Lieutenant was under some undue stress, so he could sort of see 
where he was coming from. At any rate, Casely seemed friendly enough. Alan walked 
over to the buffet and gingerly picked up a plate, when a young woman walked over to 
him.
 
"Excuse me, Was it Chief Petty Officer Rourke? Would you like to sit with me and my 
group?" She asked with a shy warm smile and then said, "Well the small group I think 
will be joining us?"
 
Alan nodded for a second, "Yes Sir, I would appreciate that greatly, Sir."  He had never 
been in a room with so many officers at once. Alan was starting to wish he hadn't 
volunteered to apprise the group of what engineering was working on. He never felt like 
he knew what to say in these kinds of incidents. The Ensign seemed friendly enough, 
they all did, but still... Alan finished filling his plate and then walked over to the large 
table that some of the officers were sitting at, and sat beside the young woman who had 
invited him. He attempted a weak smile.
 
(Posted by Jeff Bergeron)

(Starbase Geneva, Deck 8 Officer's Lounge, Engineer, Chief Petty Officer Alan Rourke, 
1308)
 
Alan listened to the counsellor attempt to joke with him. He worked up a grin. ~Whew... 
maybe what they say about counsellors being a bit crazy is true.~ he thought to himself. 
He followed her to the large table. Still, they are all ranking officers. He had to follow 
what he remembered of protocols in dealing with them. They seemed so... relaxed... so 
informal compared to what he'd been told to expect.
 
"Well, and here is one of my group, Chief Rourke, Ensign Dorrin Klars."
 
Alan looked at the young officer. He was probably half his age. "Good to meet you Sir," 
stated Alan formally. He stood and waited for the officers to sit before sitting himself. He 
knew there were entire sets of protocols for joining officers at a formal dinner. He knew 
they weren't wearing their dress uniforms, so this wasn't exactly formal, but still... he had 
to follow the rules.
 
(Reply Klars, any)
 
From there Alan sat and waited to answer any questions that either person may ask. 
Finally, the woman Ensign gave permission to begin eating, and so he did, hardly looking 
up from his plate during the meal.
 
(Posted by Jeff Bergeron)

(Starbase Geneva, Deck 8 Officer's Lounge, AFO/TAC/SC, Lieutenant {JG} Paul Casely, 
1309)
 
Paul sat back and watched as some of the officers tried to wrestle with the code. Rogers 
attempted to answer first.
 
"It seems like an ancient pre-warp code. I think it was called Marconi Code, but I seem to 
remember it was a series of three dots...." 
 
Paul considered this for a second. He should know old Earth code protocols. He did have 
a Masters, almost a Doctorate,  in Military History after all. ~Marconi code? Marconi 
first harnessed radio waves. I don't remember him using a code... but... wait...~
 
"I don't know of a Marconi Code Ensign, I do, however, recall a Morse Code, developed 
by Samuel Morse. A series of dots and dashes to create letters and symbols. A space 
between signals denoted a space between letters," said Paul with a grin. 
Obviously someone wasn't paying as much attention as he should have in his 
Starfleet history classes. 
 
(Reply Rogers)
 
"Computer, decode the signal from the planet using Morse Code," stated Paul.
 
[Complying... The signal translates to H <space> H using Morse Code configurations.]
 
"Well, it was a good thought Rogers, there still may be some merit to it. There is still, 
obviously, something not right about this code or our translation of it," stated Paul, 
"People, think about this, its important to crack it. I'll return to it again at the end of the 
meeting. At this point, I'd like to hear some of your reports however. Doctor Mackenzie, 
do you have anything to share with us?" asked Paul as he sat back to listen to the report.
 
(Reply Mackenzie)
 
"I see, will that be able to help us at all?" asked Paul.
 
(Reply Mackenzie)
 
"Admiral Gr'iann, Doctor Engtamn-Jensi, how goes the probe modifications?" asked Paul.
 
(Reply Gr'iann)
 
Engtamn softly began to speak, "The probes are more or less ready for manufacture. We 
just need Engineering to begin working on them to mass produce them," stated Engtamn 
in short. He was glad that Gr'iann had done the majority of the speaking as this was not 
his favourite thing to do.
 
"I see... Chief, is Engineering ready to work on the probes?" asked Paul.
 
"Yes Sir, we are ready. Ensign McLaren had finished setting up the programmes before 
his accident. We can begin production as soon as ordered. We’ve also been trying to find 
a better way to bypass the shield... but that could take some doing," stated Alan.
 
"Understood Chief. Keep us abreast of what's going on," said Paul, "Ensigns Marta, Klars 
and Rogers, how are we doing with that language?"
 
(Reply Marta, Klars, Rogers)
 
"Can you make any guesses at all based on what you've found so far?" asked Paul.
 
(Reply Marta, Klars, Rogers)
 
"Now, getting back to that code... any ideas folks?" asked Paul.

(Posted by Jeff Bergeron)

(Starbase Geneva, Deck 8 Officer's Lounge, Counselor, Ensign Kassia Marta, 1310) 
 
"Yes Sir, I would appreciate that greatly, Sir." Chief Rourke replied to her. 
 
Kass could see that the Chief was not really comfortable around so many 
officers. He seemed to be a fish out of water with him being here. "Well 
Chief why not tell me a bit about yourself and maybe that would help you 
relax. Just remember that we don't bite any more than any other member of 
the crew. As I have been told before, the enlisted get to bite when they 
want and the officers have to bite when they are told." Kass hoped that what 
she said maybe was a bit funny and would bring a smile on his face, but, she 
was not so sure. He probably just thought she was one crazy counselor. 
 
(Rourke, any) 
 
She was about to respond to Alan, but, just then Dorrin arrived from talking 
to Paul. "Well, and here is one of my group, Chief Rourke, Ensign Dorrin 
Klars." She introduced each as best she could and hoped it would be alright. 
 
(Rourke, Klars, any) 
 
Kass looked around to see if she could find out where Brian had sat down or 
if he was still in line. She hoped that she could get her team together 
before the meeting started, but, she was not so sure it would happen. 
 
"Ok Gentlemen, please lets get seated and finish our meal before the meeting 
starts." She said softly as not to offend the two of them. 
 
(posted by Frank)

(Starbase Geneva, Deck 8, Officer's Lounge, COUNS Ensign (JG) Brian Rogers, 1311)
 
"I don't know of a Marconi Code Ensign, I do, however, recall a Morse Code, developed 
by Samuel Morse. A series of dots and dashes to create letters and symbols. A space 
between signals denoted a space between letters," said Lt. Casely.
 
~Of course! Morse, not Marconi. I think I failed that chapter anyway....~ thought Brian.
 
"Computer, decode the signal from the planet using Morse Code," ordered Casely...
 
[Complying... The signal translates to H <space> H using Morse Code configurations.]
 
"Well, it was a good thought Rogers, there still may be some merit to it. There is still, 
obviously, something not right about this code or our translation of it," said Casely. 
"People, think about this, its important to crack it. I'll return to it again at the end of the 
meeting. At this point, I'd like to hear some of your reports however. Doctor Mackenzie, 
do you have anything to share with us?" The Acting First Officer asked of Kaitlyn. Brian 
watched has they talked back and forth Then Casely asked science officer and Gr'iann 
some questions and then the Engineer. Finally he turned to Rogers, Marta and Klars.
 
"Ensigns Marta, Klars and Rogers, how are we doing with that language?" Lt. Casely 
asked.
 
Brian looked for the others to respond, and then decided to answer for the group. "Well, 
sir, I....uh....we ran a cross-section search of all pre-warp files in the database." Brian said.
 
(Reply Marta, Klars, Casely)
 
"Can you make any guesses at all based on what you've found so far?" asked the 
lieutenant again.
 
"Well, sir. I don't want to take credit for the others work, but I found that airbags is a term 
for-" Brian froze up and looked at his PADD. He had gone over what to say so many 
times, he claimed up and forgot what sounded best. "Well, it was a device that exploded 
when an internal combustion engine vehicle was in an accident. It was literally a bag of 
air and while it saved some lives...if used improperly it caused fatal injuries. Most 
commonly..." Brian saw a need to show that he was a Medical Major, and that he wasn't 
just a counsellor. "....the bones C2 threw C8 were damaged, broken or severed when this 
airbag went off and the passenger wasn't in the correction position." Brian said. He then 
turned to Marta and Klars to let them present their information.
 
(Reply Marta, Klars, Casely)
 
"Now, getting back to that code... any ideas folks?" asked Lt. Casely.
 
Brian came up blank. He wasn't an engineer. He presented the only information that came 
to his mind.
 
Brian quickly thought it out in his head. Why would they get the Morse code wrong, 
maybe they hadn't master the language? ~Yeah, they messed up my language just like 
that dirty Gr'iann. How does a hairy animal get to be an Admiral anyway? He ruins the 
uniform with his-~ and Brian stopped himself. He waited calmly for the others to present 
their information.
 
(Posted by Kevin Schram)

(Starbase Geneva, Deck 8, Officer's Lounge, ATAC Ensign Dorrin Klars, 1313) 

"Well, sir. I don't want to take credit for the others work, but I found that airbags is a term 
for- Well, it was a device that exploded when an internal combustion engine vehicle was 
in an accident. It was literally a bag of air and while it saved some lives...if used 
improperly it caused fatal injuries. Most commonly the bones C2 threw C8 were 
damaged, broken or severed when this airbag went off and the passenger wasn't in the 
correction position." 
 
~Oh my goodness, after all that research, that is the most you can remember, you are 
truly pathetic. Just what is your game Rogers, never have I seen someone try so hard to 
seem intelligent and be so bad at it!~ 
 
"Moreover sir, Counselor Marta deduced that the majority of the historical references 
either point to an emergency, it seems that it is either a medical or military emergency, 
also Houdini seems to point to escape, for he was an escape artist. However there are 
some references that render this no more than a probability, so we can't give you anything 
definite." 
 
(reply Rogers, Marta, Casely) 
 
"Now, getting back to that code... any ideas folks?" asked Lt. Casely. 
 
"Sir, I don't pretend to have any true skill in this area of expertise, but is it possible that 
because it was Morse code, which was most certainly pre-warp  it was somehow distorted 
or something because of its trip through space or some affect of sub-space or something 
of that effect?" 
 
Dorrin waited for someone to answer him.      
 
(posted by Dan Black)

(Starbase Geneva, Deck 8, Officer's Lounge, COUNS Ensign (JG) Brian Rogers, 1314)
 
Brian waited until Klars finished speaking. "Well, they aren't fluent in the language. 
Maybe they aren't good at Morse Code. They certainly made some errors in their message 
earlier." Brian said. Brian glanced at Klars and noticed he was upset at him. ~Oh for the 
love of Cochrane, I hope that he isn't upset about me not understanding our orders. What 
is this, Academy Freshman year? I better make a note to talk to Klars after this.....~ Brian 
thought has he waited for the others to speak.
 
(Posted by Kevin Schram)

(Starbase Geneva, Deck 8 Officer's Lounge, Counselor, Ensign(SG) Kassia Marta, 1315) 
 
Kass sat back listening to Brian trying to sound important to everyone and 
could not understand why he had to. Klars still had not accepted Brian after 
his leaving after the first meeting and with what Brian had just said, Kass 
knew that his opinion had not changed. Finally after the exchange with Paul 
about the Morse code and what it really meant, she decided to put her two 
cents in. 
 
Kass cleared her throat to get the Paul's attention, "Sir, I guess it is 
about time that I am able to talk for our group and tell you what our team 
came up with." She paused to look at Klars and Rogers then continued. "We" 
She remembered no matter who did what, the team acted as one and would be 
referred to as one; hence her decision to use the word 'we'. "decided to 
break the message down part by part to see if we could decipher what they 
were trying to say to us. With this new information, it seems certain that 
they are crying out for help or rescue. We also have things that we don't 
understand as of yet, per se the first part of the message referred to a 
Taylor; Who is this Taylor? 
 
No safety with Air bags, now we know what they are thanks to Ensign Rogers, 
but, it still refers to some kind of safety. Why they are not safe, we still 
have to find out. 
 
Then 911 we did, 911 that doth we risketh. Now we have come up with that 911 
is a emergency service system that had been installed on earth in the 1960s. 
I think here they are calling to us for help hence the reason for this 
reference. 
 
To Vonn Trapp we did, Von Trapp them and now. They are a 1938 family that 
escaped persecution, which, could mean that is what they are trying to do. 
We think they have tried to do it before and are now trying to do it once 
again, with us. 
 
Their dividends doth not reruns, doth not reruns! We figured two things 
re-runs are now, basically rerunning something that had been done before 
whether it be a television program or a distance physically run. What we 
also need to figure out is Dividends, could be rewards or success at the 
successful escape. 
 
Surgeon General, now that could mean the Fleet Medical officer or the 
nations leading spokesman 
on matters of public health. We are in the same mind that it has to do with 
health issues. We think that maybe health could be an issue with the planet 
doing what it is doing or what is happening on the planet by the 
inhabitants. 
 
Now Houdini that they mention, was an exceptional escape artist in the early 
1900 who died in 1926 about thirteen years before rocket propulsion began 
research and development. 
 
And then Indies Temple, we think it has to do with some kind of religious 
belief, but, did not have time to explore that.." 
 
"We have somewhat come to the conclusion that they are trying and have tried 
before to safely escape the planet due to health reasons before the planet 
does another disappearing act." She sat back after finishing, then added. 
"Sir I am sorry for such a long explanation, I hope it helps." 
 
She decided that once this was over, she would have to sit down with Klars 
and Brian to get this hostility over with. She could not understand why 
Brian, being a counselor was displaying such attitudes, it was not good for 
working relations with the crew. 
 
(posted by Frank)

(Starbase Geneva-Officer's Lounge-ACMO Lt. Cmdr. Kaitlyn Mackenzie-1322)
 
"Well, it was a good thought Rogers, there still may be some merit to it. There is still, 
obviously, something not right about this code or our translation of it," stated Paul, 
"People, think about this, its important to crack it. I'll return to it again at the end of the 
meeting. At this point, I'd like to hear some of your reports however. Doctor Mackenzie, 
do you have anything to share with us?" asked Paul as he sat back to listen to the report.
 
Trying to understand the code was off the hook for the moment until all the senior staff 
finished their reports.
 
Speaking up, Kaitlyn said, "With the data our sensors took, I was only able to get so 
much information," she said in a disappointed tone.  Continuing, she said, "However, I 
did pull up some information that might be helpful in the research ideas of Dr. Engtamn-
Jensi as well.  So far from what I can tell, there are two different species.  One of them is 
very close to us, probably human.  The other is off the charts.  I have no idea about him 
or her.  I couldn't even identify it using the Federation Medical Database. "  She watched 
as some people seemed surprised.  "This information was just about all I could dig up 
until the Doctor releases the microprobe.  He did ask me to look into something to better 
perfect his probe though."  Flipping through the files on her PADD, she found what she 
was looking for and stopped.  "The reproducibility in this, or these, cultures is 
vast.  These people might have genetic similarities if they've been living on this planet for 
some time......meaning that both species have probably mated together at one point in 
time or another.  Seeing as how I can't find out how different the other species is though, 
I'd have to wait to make that call.  For now I would just advise Dr. Engtamn-Jensi to 
make the modifications just in case.  Besides, the more information we gather, the 
better."  She looked around the table and saw them nodding.  
 
"I see, will that be able to help us at all?" asked Paul.
 
"It will help some, at least enough to know who or what kind of species we're dealing 
with, but I'm waiting for the microprobe to be sent.  With the information that comes 
through that, I'll be able to identify things down to their hair and eye color."
 
Seeing that Casely was satisfied for the moment, she glanced around the table once 
more.  Earlier, she noticed that during her mating speech, Gr'iann seemed to be focused 
on that pretty well.  At which point, she changed her glance and saw Rogers sitting across 
the table from her.  ~I'll have to see about that Klingon program he wanted to run with 
me later.~  Kaitlyn also noted how he had a glassy look on his face, which was directed 
seemingly at Gr'iann.  ~Wonder what he did?~
 
Snapping back to paying attention, she listened as Casely continued to ask Dr. Engtamn-
Jensi and Gr'iann about the probe modifications.
 
(Reply: Any, none)
(Posted by: Stacey)

(Starbase Geneva, Deck 8 Officer's Lounge, AFO/TAC/SC, Lieutenant {JG} Paul Casely, 
1325)
 
Paul watched as everyone put together a plate of food and got something to drink. Most 
seemed fairly pleased by the food offerings available to them. There was no reason, in 
Paul's estimation, that they couldn't meet and take care of eating at the same time. One 
thing that he noticed when onboard the Nimitz was that when a crisis hit, there were 
plenty of meetings, little sleep, and hardly a chance to have a real meal. Combining food 
and meeting dealt with at least two of the necessary activities.
 
"People, if you could please find your seats in the next few minutes, I'd like to begin. I 
want you to have full meals and don't stand on ceremony. As long as you don't interrupt 
someone giving a report with noise and can hear what's going on, feel free to refill your 
plates. I want to impress upon all of you that what goes on in these meetings are 
classified. No other crew are to be privy to the information except senior officers and our 
visiting Chief Petty Officer," said Paul.
 
(Reply any)
 
"I look forward to hearing all of your reports, but feel that perhaps I should begin as I 
have some important new information about the planet itself. It seems that our planet is 
surrounded by a rather resilient energy shield. That would be our first bit of information. 
Obviously from that alone their technology level is fairly high. I had been trying to get 
some basic sensor readings, but wasn't able to penetrate it with the station's sensors. To 
that end, I had engineering send a gamma radiation pulse to a concentrated area and did a 
quick scan. What I found... well, they definitely have matter/antimatter generators. It 
seems their civilization is powered by them. This, obviously, forces us to reassess their 
threat level. They also seem to have a vast on planet communication network. We have 
been receiving a basic transmission for the last few hours through the shield network as 
well. It doesn't seem to be originating from the same place as the original verbal/visual 
communication. I'll let you all hear it at this point," stated Paul.
 
=^=Dot Dot Dot Dot / Dash Dash Dash Dash / Dot Dot Dot Dot=^=
 
"Ideas?" asked Paul.
 
(Posted by Jeff Bergeron)

(Starbase Geneva, Deck 8, Officer's Lounge, COUNS Ensign (JG) Brian Rogers, 1326)
 
Brian sat still in his seat, reviewing his information. He had looked over it many times, 
but replaying in his mind what he could say to impress the command officers. After all, 
he was a Medical Major in the Academy, and couldn't wait to get into Sickbay and out of 
the Counsellor's office. He looked up when Lt. Casely started to make an announcement.
 
"People, if you could please find your seats in the next few minutes, I'd like to begin. I 
want you to have full meals and don't stand on ceremony. As long as you don't interrupt 
someone giving a report with noise and can hear what's going on, feel free to refill your 
plates. I want to impress upon all of you that what goes on in these meetings are 
classified. No other crew are to be privy to the information except senior officers and our 
visiting Chief Petty Officer," said Lt. Casely.
 
"I look forward to hearing all of your reports, but feel that perhaps I should begin as I 
have some important new information about the planet itself. It seems that our planet is 
surrounded by a rather resilient energy shield. That would be our first bit of information. 
Obviously from that alone their technology level is fairly high. I had been trying to get 
some basic sensor readings, but wasn't able to penetrate it with the station's sensors. To 
that end, I had engineering send a gamma radiation pulse to a concentrated area and did a 
quick scan. What I found... well, they definitely have matter/antimatter generators. It 
seems their civilization is powered by them. This, obviously, forces us to reassess their 
threat level. They also seem to have a vast on planet communication network. We have 
been receiving a basic transmission for the last few hours through the shield network as 
well. It doesn't seem to be originating from the same place as the original verbal/visual 
communication. I'll let you all hear it at this point," said Casely. 
 
=^=Dot Dot Dot Dot / Dash Dash Dash Dash / Dot Dot Dot Dot=^=
 
"Ideas?" asked the Acting First Officer.
 
Brian thought and put his hand on his forehead. He remembered from the required 'Earth 
History' class at the Academy that it was a pre-warp code, but couldn't remember 
anything else. ~I thought the letters were in series of three....? ~ Anyway, Brian wished 
he would have paid more attention in class instead of the cute female cadet who sat in 
front of him. Brian started speaking.
 
"It seems like an ancient pre-warp code. I think it was called Marconi Code, but I seem to 
remember it was a series of three dots...." Brian trailed off. It was obvious he knew little 
on this. Brian just acted like he was thinking while somebody else answered the question.
 
(Posted by Kevin Schram)

(Starbase Geneva - Officer's Lounge-ACMO Lt. Cmdr. Kaitlyn Mackenzie-1326)
 
"People, if you could please find your seats in the next few minutes, I'd like to begin. I 
want you to have full meals and don't stand on ceremony. As long as you don't interrupt 
someone giving a report with noise and can hear what's going on, feel free to refill your 
plates. I want to impress upon all of you that what goes on in these meetings are 
classified. No other crew are to be privy to the information except senior officers and our 
visiting Chief Petty Officer," said Paul.
 
She watched as Paul took a breath and began his first topic of discussion.
 
"I look forward to hearing all of your reports, but feel that perhaps I should begin as I 
have some important new information about the planet itself. It seems that our planet is 
surrounded by a rather resilient energy shield. That would be our first bit of information. 
Obviously from that alone their technology level is fairly high. I had been trying to get 
some basic sensor readings, but wasn't able to penetrate it with the station's sensors. To 
that end, I had engineering send a gamma radiation pulse to a concentrated area and did a 
quick scan. What I found... well, they definitely have matter/antimatter generators. It 
seems their civilization is powered by them. This, obviously, forces us to reassess their 
threat level. They also seem to have a vast on planet communication network. We have 
been receiving a basic transmission for the last few hours through the shield network as 
well. It doesn't seem to be originating from the same place as the original verbal/visual 
communication. I'll let you all hear it at this point," stated Paul. 
 
=^=Dot Dot Dot Dot / Dash Dash Dash Dash / Dot Dot Dot Dot=^=
 
"Ideas?" asked Paul.
 
Kaitlyn was at a loss.  She wasn't good when it came to these kind of communications, 
that why she mastered in medicine.  It was rather obvious that everyone think that it was 
a transiting communication.  The question was what does it mean?  And why was it 
directed towards them?  Kaitlyn had no ideas at this point, so decided to sit back and 
listen to any others that might have one.
 
(Posted by: Stacey)

(Starbase Geneva, Deck 8 Officer's Lounge, AFO/TAC/SC, Lieutenant {JG} Paul Casely, 
1328)
 
Paul sat and listened to the Ensigns discuss the possibilities of the code that they had 
received. Klars supposed that it could be an echo of some sort, while Rogers seemed to 
believe the people they were dealing with were somewhat incompetent. Both ideas had 
some merit and Paul considered both of these responses for a moment.
 
"Here's my issue... I can check Ensign Klars' hypothesis but I cannot test the supposition 
of Ensign Rogers. So... lets check Ensign Klars' idea and go from there," said Paul.
 
(Reply any)
 
Paul then looked over at Ensign Klars and nodded, "Computer, are there any distortions 
detected in the code received from the planet?"
 
[Affirmative]
 
"Computer, screen out all distortions and replay the signal," stated Paul.
 
[Working... dot dot dot/dash dash dash/dot dot dot]
 
Paul looked over at Ensign Klars and smiled faintly, nodding to him. He had done well 
on this one. "Computer, translate from Morse Code and extrapolate," stated Paul.
 
[Working... translates into SOS... Save Our Souls... a universal Earth signal requesting 
aid used from the 19th to 20th Century.]
 
~Interesting... who sent this and why do they need help? What is the issue there?~ 
thought Paul as he mulled over the signal. "Good work gentlemen, but this only seems to 
deepen our current mystery," stated Paul, "Any hypothesis on what the problem is, or 
who needs help? Bearing in mind, of course, that as Ensign Rogers stated it could be an 
error and we may have misinterpreted it. This is a brainstorming exercise folks, so don't 
be afraid of being wrong."
 
(Posted by Jeff Bergeron)

(Starbase Geneva, Deck 8, Officer's Lounge, COUNS Ensign (JG) Brain Rogers, 1330)
 
"Here's my issue... I can check Ensign Klars' hypothesis but I cannot test the supposition 
of Ensign Rogers. So... lets check Ensign Klars' idea and go from there," said Lt. Casely.
 
Brian smiled to himself. He was sure he would win, not that he was competing against 
Ensign Klars.
 
Lt. Casely looked over at Ensign Klars and nodded, "Computer, are there any distortions 
detected in the code received from the planet?"
 
[Affirmative]
 
"Computer, screen out all distortions and replay the signal," ordered Casely.
 
[Working... dot dot dot/dash dash dash/dot dot dot]
 
Brian's heart sunk has he realized he was wrong. He was batting .000, has his suggestions 
in the earlier meeting were shot down by Casely and now his theory was halted by a 
simple computer command.
 
Lt. Casely nodded to Ensign Klars and smiled. It bothered Brian, but he knew that since 
they were superior-assistant it would help crew relations. After all, if Casely 
and Klars can work better together, and the station gets into a space battle, their 
smooth relationship of the Tactical Department might save Brian's life. Brian thought 
about his working relationship with Ensign Marta. She must have been offended when 
he hurried off to work alone. He'd have to work well with her too. You never knew 
when the counsellor department might save the station. Brian glanced around the table at 
all his crewmates. ~All of them. I've got to know all of them. Only then can we be a 
smooth crew....~ Brian was proud of himself until his eyes fell on Admiral Gr'iann.
 
~He is an Admiral, and I will have to work with him. Maybe I guess I can get to know 
him better. ~ Brian shook his head, and then looked back to Casely.
 
"Computer, translate from Morse Code and extrapolate," ordered Casely.
 
[Working... translates into SOS... Save Our Souls... a universal Earth signal requesting 
aid used from the 19th to 20th Century.]
 
Ah, Brian remembered this from his Academy days. His professor told him there was 
some sort of debate with historians whether SOS meant Save Our Souls or Save Our Ship. 
In any sense, the computer had gotten the main idea.
 
"Good work gentlemen, but this only seems to deepen our current mystery. Any 
hypothesis on what the problem is, or who needs help? Bearing in mind, of course, that as 
Ensign Rogers stated it could be an error and we may have misinterpreted it. This is a 
brainstorming exercise folks, so don't be afraid of being wrong." Lt. Casely said.
 
Brian thought and then spoke up. "Well, I think that in our research, we noticed a very 
similar pattern. In the original transmission, they said 911, which is an old emergency 
communication channel. Airbags, which is another safety device and now SOS. I think 
they're calling for help." Brian said and waited for the others to say something.
 
(Posted by Kevin "Schrammie" Schram)

(Starbase Geneva, Deck 8 Officer's Lounge, Counselor, Ensign(SG) Kassia Marta, 1332) 
 
After Kass had given her report she started to go over it one more time in 
her mind.  Then something clicked that made since, 'people as Taylor' kicked 
over in her mind.  ~People as Taylor, the same kind as Taylor was what they 
were saying~  She told herself.  Then she sat up suddenly before anyone 
could say anything more. 
 
"Sir, People as Taylor, they are referring that We are the same as Taylor. 
Taylor has to be human and probably an explorer as we are.  That is where 
they got the Human traits.  We need to research the early years of space 
exploration of Earth history to find him and maybe find an answer to that 
part.  Maybe how long this has been going on.  Sorry sir."  She suddenly 
felt wide open to everyone and it made her blush as she sat back once again 
in an effort to hide. 
 
(posted by Frank)

(Starbase Geneva, Deck 8 Officer's Lounge, AFO/TAC/SC, Lieutenant {JG} Paul Casely, 
1334)
 
Paul listened intently as the senior officers continued their reports. There was a good deal 
of work that was accomplished within the last few hours and he was pleased... with good 
reason. It wasn't enough to necessarily directly help, but some of the ideas of some of the 
officers might spur ideas in the others, that made this a worthwhile endeavour. Suddenly, 
Kassia interrupted the procedure.
 
"Sir, People as Taylor, they are referring that We are the same as Taylor. Taylor has to be 
human and probably an explorer as we are.  That is where 
they got the Human traits.  We need to research the early years of space exploration of 
Earth history to find him and maybe find an answer to that 
part.  Maybe how long this has been going on.  Sorry sir," she said blushing.
 
Paul grinned and nodded, "Excellent work Ensign. That is the kind of thing you can 
interrupt with any time. We have something we can possibly use a frame of reference and 
your deduction along with Doctor Mackenzie's work seems to point strongly towards 
there being humans on that planet. Now, the true question is, how did they get there? 
What methods could humans that obviously come from our distant past use to end up on 
a planet this far out? Ideas people?"
 
(Posted by Jeff Bergeron)

(Starbase Geneva, Main Operations, OPS, Ensign{JG} Zadora Yalrath, 1337)
 
Zadora sat in the command chair and looked out at the expanse. Smack dab in the middle 
of what used to be open space hung 'that planet'. It was, in a sense, annoying and in 
another exciting. She had joined Starfleet to experience the new and exciting... and this 
definitely qualified. She had been monitoring the planet for the last while with the rest of 
the Operations staff and there wasn't so much as a twitch, when suddenly she saw it... 
~Now how the heck did that get out there?~  
 
Yalrath watched as a black craft of a configuration she hadn't seen before flew away from 
the station. She was more than aware of Casely's order that no unauthorized shuttlecraft 
disembark. She frowned and felt a severe attack of panic.
 
"Who are those people? What is that craft? Where did it launch from and who supplied 
the codes?" asked Yalrath in her voice starting to rise in a low level panic.
 
"I'm sorry, no one has any idea. We can't find a thing about it," stated someone from 
behind her, "They aren't responding to our hails. Scanning isn't getting us anywhere, their 
shields are up."
 
"TRACTOR BEAM, now! Catch it and hold it there until I can alert the Lieutenant," she 
intoned sharply. ~Can't even beam anyone over or out.~
 
[Tractor beam is currently offline.] intoned the computer. Yalrath swore inwardly and 
tapped her comm badge.
 
"Lieutenant Casely, this is Ensign Yalrath, this is a priority alert. We have a shuttle 
disembarking with shields up. We can't figure out who cleared it and the vessel doesn't 
seem to be on the station manifest. We tried to tractor it in, but the tractor beam is 
mysteriously not working. They aren't responding to our hails," she stated. Zadora knew 
that Casely would not be happy about this event and waited to see how he was going to 
deal with it.
 
(Posted by Jeff Bergeron)

(Starbase Geneva, Deck 8 Officer's Lounge, AFO/TAC/SC, Lieutenant {JG} Paul Casely, 
1338)

Paul and the rest of the senior staff had been discussing the language and other issues 
connected to the planet that had suddenly appeared over lunch. The staff had made 
considerable headway and were, more or less, working well together. Paul had developed 
some reservations about Ensign Rogers that he would have to deal with at a later date. 
Probably best to check his medical file first to see the last time he had been checked out 
for a physical. Paul might request Gr’iann schedule one for him if it had been for awhile. 
In the middle of the meeting an urgent message came from Main Operations.

=^=Lieutenant Casely, this is Ensign Yalrath, this is a priority alert. We have a shuttle 
disembarking with shields up. We can't figure out who cleared it and the vessel doesn't 
seem to be on the station manifest. We tried to tractor it in, but the tractor beam is 
mysteriously not working. They aren't responding to our hails.=^=

(Reply anyone – Good place for your personal reactions.)

Paul raised an eyebrow and frowned gravely, this wasn’t good. It sounded like Yalrath 
had done everything she could from Ops. It might be time to consider a more ‘direct’ 
approach.

“Ensign, fire phasers to their side. Don’t hit them, but make sure a clear warning is sent,” 
stated Paul. He hoped that the fools in the craft would think about what they’re doing and 
get the message. The reply from Ops was none too pleasing.

=^= I’m sorry sir, they’ve wrapped around to the other side of the planet… they seem to 
have been moving in an orbital pattern, probably because they expected us to do 
something like that. If I fire, I might be able to get close to them, bit it seems more likely 
I will hit the planetary shield.=^=

~Hitting the planetary shield might not convey the best intentions to the people we’re 
trying to make peaceful contact with,~ thought Paul gravely.

“Never mind that then. Put the general order through. I want the Mithrandir prepped and 
ready immediately, pull the auxiliary crew and have them ready and at their stations. 
Alert the Captain directly and immediately and please let her know that I’m taking a 
contingent of crew off the station to deal with this problem,” stated Paul. His heart began 
to race at the thought of going aboard the Defiant Class ship. He knew that one of the 
promised perks of the station would be an opportunity to use the Mithrandir from time to 
time. He had assumed that it would generally be the First Officer who would be in 
command, but seeing as there was no First Officer, he was technically acting in that 
regard.

Paul got up. “It seems people that our meeting will have to be cut short. Klars, I want you 
to take the tactical position on the Mithrandir. Mackenzie, take medicine and biological 
science. Rogers, operate the sensors and communications and keep main OPs running. 
Rourke, go directly to Engineering. Marta, according to your record you have some 
piloting skill, think you can handle a Defiant Class ship?”

(Reply Klars, Mackenzie, Rogers, Marta)

“Admiral, if I may impose, please watch Main Operations on the station for me? Take 
Doctor Engtamn-Jensi with you and monitor our progress. Ensign Yalrath is very capable, 
but also very new. Please also alert the Captain to the entire situation as soon as she’s 
available,” stated Paul.

(Reply Gr’iann, any)

With that, Paul got up and walked towards the turbolift with his senior crew for the 
Mithrandir in tow. It may need some revision at a later date, but at the moment, it would 
have to do.

(Posted by Jeff Bergeron)

(Starbase Geneva-Officer's Lounge-ACMO Lt. Cmdr. Kaitlyn Mackenzie-1339)
 
So far the meeting seemed to be going well.  Though a lot of the data was hard to gather, 
everyone did a pretty good job in gathering it so they could put this puzzle together.  But 
the meeting was suddenly interuppted when Ensign Yalrath's voice came through the 
COMM.
 
=^=Lieutenant Casely, this is Ensign Yalrath, this is a priority alert. We have a shuttle 
disembarking with shields up. We can't figure out who cleared it and the vessel doesn't 
seem to be on the station manifest. We tried to tractor it in, but the tractor beam is 
mysteriously not working. They aren't responding to our hails.=^=
 
~What?!~  Kaitlyn's eyebrows furrowed as she, along with several others, tried to figure 
out what was going on.  Everyone was quiet as Casely was instructing Yalrath on how to 
proceed.  With previous attempts not working, he made the final call.
 
 “Never mind that then. Put the general order through. I want the Mithrandir prepped and 
ready immediately, pull the auxiliary crew and have them ready and at their stations. 
Alert the Captain directly and immediately and please let her know that I’m taking a 
contingent of crew off the station to deal with this problem,” stated Paul.
 
 “It seems people that our meeting will have to be cut short. Klars, I want you to take the 
tactical position on the Mithrandir. Mackenzie, take medicine and biological science. 
Rogers, operate the sensors and communications and keep main OPs running. Rourke, go 
directly to Engineering. Marta, according to your record you have some piloting skill, 
think you can handle a Defiant Class ship?”
 
Nodding in understanding, everyone stood up from the table in order to get to the 
Mithrandir, and quickly.  Kaitlyn was excited, but nervous.  She was ready to finally 
go on a mission and get off the starbase for awhile.  

(Posted by Stacey)

(Starbase Geneva, Deck 8, Officer's Lounge, COUNS Ensign (JG) Brian Rogers, 1339)

Brian was sitting listening to the crew reports. It was all very odd this whole situation. Lt. 
Casely had asked for ideas on how this planet and its people were connected to Earth, and 
Brian was mulling it over when a report from Ops came in.

=^=Lieutenant Casely, this is Ensign Yalrath, this is a priority alert. We have a shuttle 
disembarking with shields up. We can't figure out who cleared it and the vessel doesn't 
seem to be on the station manifest. We tried to tractor it in, but the tractor beam is 
mysteriously not working. They aren't responding to our hails.=^= said a young voice.

Brian squirmed has he tried to figure this out. It was strange. There were many civilians 
on the station, Brian would have to check to see if any came up has ex-military. Also, a 
spy must of been in the works to disable the tractor beam, or it might be a random system 
failure. The engineer McLaren was injured, so maybe his crew forgot to run a diagnostic, 
besides, Rogers wasn't Security.

“Ensign, fire phasers to their side. Don’t hit them, but make sure a clear warning is sent,” 
ordered Casely. Brian's mind formed a mental picture of a small and speedy shuttle 
zooming away, and the huge station firing a warning shot, and the shuttle turning back, 
but.....

=^= I’m sorry sir, they’ve wrapped around to the other side of the planet… they seem to 
have been moving in an orbital pattern, probably because they expected us to do 
something like that. If I fire, I might be able to get close to them, bit it seems more likely 
I will hit the planetary shield.=^= The officer in Ops said. Brian muttered a four letter 
word under his breath and snapped his fingers. This was becoming more and more like an 
HoloStory adventure.

“Never mind that then. Put the general order through. I want the Mithrandir prepped and 
ready immediately, pull the auxiliary crew and have them ready and at their stations. 
Alert the Captain directly and immediately and please let her know that I’m taking a 
contingent of crew off the station to deal with this problem,” ordered Casely. 
Brian's short adventure fantasy changed to a heroic crew loading up on the small ship and 
chasing down the shuttle....and Brian stuck in the counselor's office, reviewing the 
message again.

Lt. Casely rose to his feet. “It seems people that our meeting will have to be cut short. 
Klars, I want you to take the tactical position on the Mithrandir. Mackenzie, take 
medicine and biological science. Rogers, operate the sensors and communications and 
keep main OPs running." Brian's heart skipped a beat. Not only would he be serving on 
the Bridge like all members of the famous Rogers Starfleet bloodline, but he would be 
operating Ops.... Brian missed the rest of Casely's assignments in his child-like 
excitement.  He got up when everybody else got up and headed to the turbolift. ~Finally, 
I get some real action!~ Brian thought has he followed the rest of the senior crew, a big 
smile on his face.

(Posted by Kevin Schram)

(Starbase Geneva, Deck 8 Officer's Lounge, ATAC Ensign Dorrin Klars, 1340) 
 
=^=Lieutenant Casely, this is Ensign Yalrath, this is a priority alert. We have a shuttle 
disembarking with shields up. We can't figure out who cleared it and the vessel doesn't 
seem to be on the station manifest. We tried to tractor it in, but the tractor beam is 
mysteriously not working. They aren't responding to our hails.=^= 
 
Dorrin's eyes widened. ~What the heck, what is going on?~ He waited for orders to see 
how Casely would deal with the situation. 
 
"It seems people that our meeting will have to be cut short. Klars, I want you to take the 
tactical position on the Mithrandir. Mackenzie, take medicine and biological science. 
Rogers, operate the sensors and communications and keep main OPs running. Rourke, go 
directly to Engineering. Marta, according to your record you have some piloting skill, 
think you can handle a Defiant Class ship?" 
 
Dorrin grinned, he didn’t know if Marta could handle a Defiant Class ship, but he was 
sure someone here could, and he was excited about taking the tactical position. He turned 
to see if Marta would be the pilot.  
 
(reply Marta)  
 
Well it seemed that she could. Dorrin quickly got up and followed the Lt. to Mithrandir.

(Posted by Dan Black)

(USS Mithrandir, Bridge, AFO/TAC/SC, Lieutenant {JG} Paul Casely, 1341)

Paul walked onto the small, cramped bridge of the Defiant Class vessel. He had passed a 
few of the small contingent of crew members required to keep the vessel running on his 
way. ~This certainly is a stripped down vessel compared to the Nimitz,~ Paul thought as 
he walked to the command chair, ~But, for now… its mine.~ With that thought, Paul sat 
down and pulled systems screens up.

“Ensign Marta, please release the docking clamps and exit the station bay, one quarter 
impulse. Once we’re clear of the station, use full impulse,” stated Paul

(Reply Marta)

“Ensign Klars, once we’re clear of the station, raise the shields and power up the standard 
phaser bank. Leave the torps offline, only use the phaser cannon if necessary,” stated 
Paul.

(Reply Klars)

“Mr. Rogers, keep transmitting messages to them asking them to give themselves up and 
stand down. Keep the sensor sweeps going too,” said Paul.

(Reply Rogers) 

Paul grinned and looked at the counsellor. ~Time to prove your worth.~ “Doctor 
Mackenzie, please keep the science station manned. If we take any injured either from 
our own crew or from the other ship, we’ll definitely need you. Also, if something 
happens and we under up with a hole through that planetary shield, I wouldn’t mind if 
you scanned the planet and recorded the life signs and their more ‘intrinsic’ qualities,” 
Paul said with a grin. He knew the doctor would pick up on the idea to do a bit of 
information recon if they had the opportunity. Might as well get as much information as 
possible.

(Reply Mackenzie)

Paul nodded, with that he tapped his comm. badge, “Admiral Gr’iann, we’re 
disembarking. Please keep the station on a yellow alert status. Shields up, but no weapons 
brought to bear for now. I don’t want our friends on the planet getting the wrong idea,” 
said Paul, knowing that the Admiral wouldn’t take offense. He was sure the admiral 
already had these things in mind and figured it would only be a short period of time 
before the Captain would take control of the station back anyway.

(Reply Gr’iann)

“Thank you Sir,” stated Paul as he cut communications.

Paul looked around the craft at his crew, busily working to carry out his orders. He knew 
they would do their best for him. He only hoped that they could find the rogue vessel 
before it had time to do any harm. Paul pulled the arms of the command chair up and into 
battle mode as the vessel cleared its moorings and headed off towards the far side of the 
planet. The Mithrandir was at least 4 times bigger than the ship that had gone out, this 
should be no problem. As they began to move to full impulse and swing around the 
planet, Paul called out, “Yellow Alert.”

(Posted by Jeff Bergeron)

(USS Mithrandir-Bridge-ACMO Lt. Cmdr. Kaitlyn Mackenzie-1342)
 
Kaitlyn quickly got to her station and took a seat.  Opening up the operations of the 
console, she was on a roll.  
 
As everyone was finally settled, Casely began giving out the orders.  When her name 
came off his tongue, she quickly looked up at him.
 
 “Doctor Mackenzie, please keep the science station manned. If we take any injured 
either from our own crew or from the other ship, we’ll definitely need you. Also, if 
something happens and we under up with a hole through that planetary shield, I wouldn’t 
mind if you scanned the planet and recorded the life signs and their more ‘intrinsic’ 
qualities,” Paul said with a grin. 
 
Grinning back, Kaitlyn thought, ~I can be devious if that happens...~  "Aye sir, I'll keep 
my finger on those sensors."
 
As she said that to Casely, she thought she caught Roger's glancing in her direction, but 
she wasn't sure.  ~We need to meet up and talk about doing that holodeck program after 
this mission is over.~
 
It wasn't long before the Mithrandir was on it's way, and Kaitlyn was at the ready.
 
(Posted by: Stacey)                            

(USS Mithrandir, Bridge, ATAC/ASC, Ensign {JG} Dorrin Klars, 1343) 
 
"Ensign Klars, once we're clear of the station, raise the shields and power up the standard 
phaser bank. Leave the torps offline, only use the phaser cannon if necessary." 
 
"Yes sir," Dorrin called back and began the preparations, so he could follow the orders 
accurately. 
 
As they began to move to full impulse and swing around the planet, Paul called out, 
"Yellow Alert. 
 
~Smart, we go in prepared, but not guns blazing. We won't be taken by surprise, but we 
won't cause an unnecessary fight either. Not that it would last long, their ship is no much 
for Mithrandir.~ We finished following Casely's previous orders, and prepared himself 
for whatever might follow. 
 
(Posted by Dan Black)

(USS Mithrandir, Bridge, COUNS Ensign (JG) Brain Rogers, 1344)

Brian walked aboard the small bridge of the Defiant ship and sat at Ops. The small bridge 
was much different from the Excelsior-class ship his Academy training ship had been, but 
Brian liked it much the same. Casely walked aboard and sat in the center seat.
 
Brian began working and bringing up a sensor sweep of the surrounding area while 
Casely got a report from his co-counselor and then from Klars. Brian smiled has he felt 
the ship undock from Geneva and begin leaving the station. He felt like a kid on his first 
camping trip. He broke his grin when the lieutenant turned to him.

“Mr. Rogers, keep transmitting messages to them asking them to give themselves up and 
stand down. Keep the sensor sweeps going too,” Lt. Casely ordered him. Brian felt 
important, he was needed on this ship.
 
"Aye, sir. I'll have a standard order to surrender to Federation Forces every 1 minute and 
30 seconds, plus all sensor arrays are on a full spectrum sweep every 15 seconds, sir." 
Brian informed the acting first officer has he implemented his orders. Then Casely turned 
to Kaitlyn. Brian sneaked a glance at her while she reported her status and then Casely 
contacted the station.
 
Lt. Casely pulled the arms of the command chair up and into battle mode. Brian couldn't 
help but smile again. This was the real deal, a real starship hunting down would could be 
a lost and confused trading shuttle....or a secret Romulan Scout vessel .Either way, this 
was a real honest to goodness adventure, the stuff that his father told him about has a 
child, and Brian wouldn't have it any other way.
 
(Posted by Kevin Schram)

(USS Mithrandir, Bridge, AFO/TAC/SC, Lieutenant {JG} Paul Casely, 1347)
 
They were underway. Paul was impressed at how quickly the crew snapped to it and how 
effectively they were doing their jobs. They were, after all, all Starfleet trained, so it was 
hardly surprising that they were so able to move from station to station. Paul thought 
back to the USS Nimitz and remembered how he had to, at one time, integrate OPS and 
Tactical when the OPs chief was injured. Most Academy graduates were made to learn 
different stations for a reason. Paul scanned the bridge and knew they would be making 
contact very soon.
 
"Mr. Rogers, give me a visual of the craft please," stated Paul. He wanted to have a better 
idea of what he was dealing with. Small craft could be deadly under the right 
circumstances, heavily armed and armoured, stripped down of the amenities, just like the 
Mithrandir.
 
(Reply Rogers)
 
An instant later, the craft was magnified and on screen, they were still too far to do 
anything effectively except hail them, but Paul knew they would be there soon. Paul saw 
it then, a concentrated burst of energy coming from the small craft and striking the 
planetary shield, they were trying to cut through and it looked like they were making 
some headway.
 
"How long until they cut through the planetary shield?" Paul asked out loud, knowing 
that either tactical or science could best answer that depending on who figured it out first.
 
(Reply Klars and/or Mackenzie)
 
Paul tapped a few keys to record information into his official log and then turned to 
Ensign Marta. "Mr. Marta, how long before we reach the craft?" Time was now of the 
essence.
 
(Reply Marta)
 
"Mr. Klars, when we get into range, I want you to target the engines but don't fire until 
my mark. Ensign Rogers, pause the pre-recorded hails and put me on the blower in a few 
seconds. Doctor Mackenzie, I believe that you'll have your chance to get a few better 
scans of the planet. Do what you can, but I do feel that taking care of any injured comes 
first," said Paul waiting for the responses from his crew. Paul had hoped for a shakedown 
cruise of the Mithrandir before taking it out with a crew, but time had not been on his 
side. His bridge crew was doing their best to keep the situation under control, and they 
were doing an excellent job thus far.
 
(Posted by Jeff Bergeron)

(USS Mithrandir, Bridge, COUNS, Ensign {JG} Brian Rogers, 1348)
 
Brian was watching the small screen that displayed the sensor readings the sensor arrays 
were watching. He then turned to the center of the bridge has Lt. Casely gave him a 
command.
 
"Mr. Rogers, give me a visual of the craft please," ordered their acting first officer. Brian 
entered a quick command on the view screen the craft was magnified. Brian relayed the 
information the sensors were telling him.
 
"It appears they're trying to create an entrance into the planetary shield, sir." Brian 
reported. After a few short responses from the other bridge crew, they now knew they 
didn't have much time. Casely handed out orders quickly.
 
"Mr. Klars, when we get into range, I want you to target the engines but don't fire until 
my mark. Ensign Rogers, pause the pre-recorded hails and put me on the blower in a few 
seconds. Doctor Mackenzie, I believe that you'll have your chance to get a few better 
scans of the planet. Do what you can, but I do feel that taking care of any injured comes 
first,"
 
Brian sprung into action and entered a quick command for a standard communication 
channel to the craft and held his finger on the control to open the channel and turned and 
to Casely for the go command.
 
(Posted by Kevin Schram)

(USS Mithrandir, Bridge, ATAC Ensign Dorrin Klars , 1350) 
 
 "How long until they cut through the planetary shield?" Paul asked out loud. 
 
Dorrin worked furiously to answer, and managed to figure it out, however when he saw 
the results he was compelled to very softly, swear under his breath. 
 
"Sir, they will get through the shield in  3 minutes, no more." ~I may be wrong, but it 
seems to me that this is going to be a very close thing!~ 
 
"Mr. Klars, when we get into range, I want you to target the engines but don't fire until 
my mark. Ensign Rogers, pause the pre-recorded hails and put me on the blower in a few 
seconds. Doctor Mackenzie, I believe that you'll have your chance to get a few better 
scans of the planet. Do what you can, but I do feel that taking care of any injured comes 
first," said Paul    
 
"Yes sir," replied Klars grimly, his mind totally focused on what he was doing, and ready 
to fire as soon as the ship got into range. 
 
(posted by Dan Black)

(Starbase Geneva, Medical Centre, ACEO, Ensign (JG) Matthew McLaren, 1408)
 
For now the pain was gone and there was nothing but blackness. The first sound he 
heard was the throb of a reactor core which he immediately recognised as a Federation 
reactor. But nothing else was coming into focus. He couldn't remember where he was. 
Dreamlike images flashed in his mind and he was having trouble concentrating on what 
the images were.
 
Slowly he began to regain some control. He identified a soft beeping as the monitor 
on a bio bed and heard movement over to his left.
 
He was so disorientated, unable to recall where he was or what he was doing. He shifted 
onto his back and tried to sit up. But nausea overtook him and he fell back down.
 
"Is---is anyone there?" He said into the blackness. He began to regain control of 
his sensors and could feel covering over his eyes, a dull ache in his head, a feeling 
of nausea. 
 
~What is going on?~
 
(posted by Matthew McLaren

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