Compilers Notes: Geneva Compile 17 - Street Date July 17, 2005. 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 only very minor problems. Excellent work! Fixed spelling errors great improvement here, thank you so much! Fixed formatting errors. 32 pages of compile in total with 32 posts in total. Total compile time: 1 hrs 18 minutes. Your compile wombat. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Mission: Go Forth, Shadowy Future, Day 2 Stardate 2407.01.02 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Summary of posts: Stardate: 2407.01.02 (Starbase Geneva, Ambassadorial Grand Meeting Room, CO Lise Arianna, 1620) (Starbase Geneva, Ambassadorial Grand Meeting Room, Ambassador Miador Tane, 1622) (Starbase Geneva, Main Operations, OPS, Ensign{JG} Zadora Yalrath - 1658) (USS Nautilus - Transporter Room - COUN/Helm - Ensign(SG ) Kassia Marta - 1700) (USS Nautilus, Transporter Room 1, AFO/TAC/SC, Lieutenant {JG} Paul Casely - 1701) (USS Nautilus, Bridge, ATAC/ASC Ensign Dorrin Klars - 1702) (Waverider, Transport Area, AFO/TAC/SC, Lieutenant {JG} Paul Casely, 1703) (Waverider, Transport Area, ATAC/ASC ensign Dorrin Klars, 1704) (RRS Frondeur, Bridge, CO, Algidor, 1705) (Waverider, Cockpit, COUNS Ensign (JG) Brian Rogers, 1706) (Waverider - Transport Area - COUN/Helm - Ensign(SG) Kassia Marta - 1707) (USS Nautilus, Bridge, CSO, Ensign{SG} Engtamn-Jensi - 1708) (Waverider, Cockpit, AFO/TAC/SC, Lieutenant {JG} Paul Casely, 1708) (Waverider, Cockpit, COUNS Ensign (JG) Brian Rogers, 1711) (Waverider - Cockpit - COUN/Nav - Ensign(SG) Kassia Marta - 1713) (Waverider, Cockpit, AFO/TAC/SC, Lieutenant {JG} Paul Casely, 1714) (USS Nautilus, Bridge, CSO, Ensign{SG} Engtamn-Jensi - 1715) (Waverider, Cockpit, COUNS Ensign (JG) Brian Rogers, 1716) (USS Nautilus- Bridge- MXO- Lt Major Standorval Thrall- 1717) (Waverider, Cockpit, AFO/TAC/SC, Lieutenant {JG} Paul Casely, 1718) (USS Nautilus, engineering, ACEO Ensign JG Matthew McLaren, 1719) (Waverider, Cockpit, COUNS, Ensign (JG) Brian Rogers, 1720) (USS Nautilus, Deck 2, Maintenance Shaft, ACEO Ensign JG McLaren, 1721) (USS Nautilus-Bridge-ACMO Lt. Cmdr. Kaitlyn Mackenzie-1722) (USS Nautilus, Bridge, CSO, Ensign{SG} Doctor Engtamn-Jensi - 1728) (Planet Riclia, Diplomatic Centre, AFO/TAC/SC, Lieutenant {JG} Paul Casely, 1732) (Planet Riclia, Diplomatic Centre, COUNS, Ensign (JG) Brian Rogers, 1733) (Planet Riclia, Diplomatic Centre, AFO/TAC/SC, Lieutenant {JG} Paul Casely, 1735) (Planet Riclia, Diplomatic Centre, ATAC/ASC ensign Dorrin Klars, 1737) (Planet Riclia, Diplomatic Centre, COUNS, Ensign (JG) Brian Rogers, 1738) (Starbase Geneva, Main Ops, CO Lise Arianna, 1740) (Planet Riclia, Diplomatic Centre, AFO/TAC/SC, Lieutenant {JG} Paul Casely, 1741) (Starbase Geneva-Main OPS-CMO- Admiral Gr'iann -1741) (Starbase Geneva, Main Operations, CO, Captain Lise Arianna, 1745) (Planet Riclia, Diplomatic Centre, AFO/TAC/SC, Lieutenant {JG} Paul Casely, 1745) (Planet Riclia, Diplomatic Centre, COUNS, Ensign (JG) Brian Rogers, 1746) (Planet Riclia, Diplomatic Centre, AFO/TAC/SC, Lieutenant (JG) Paul Casely, 1751) (Planet Riclia, Diplomatic Centre, COUNS, Ensign (JG) Brian Rogers, 1753) (Planet Riclia, Diplomatic Centre, AFO/TAC/SC, Lieutenant (JG) Paul Casely, 1754) (Planet Riclia, Diplomatic Centre, COUNS, Ensign(SG) Kassia Marta, 1755) (Waverider, Medical Compartment, COUNS, Ensign (JG) Brian Rogers, 1758) (Planet Riclia, Diplomatic Centre, COUNS, Ensign (JG) Brian Rogers, 1804) Mission: Go Forth, Shadowy Future, Day 2 Stardate: 2407.01.02 (Starbase Geneva, Ambassadorial Grand Meeting Room, CO Lise Arianna, 1620) Lise sat at the front of an oval table that spanned a room of great size. She looked around the oval at the faces of several federation delegates: the Klingon ambassador, the Nosican ambassador, the Tellerite ambassador, the Ferengi Ambassador, the Betazoid ambassador, the Bajoran ambassador, the Trill ambassador, the Vulcan ambassador, and so many others, their faces just began to blur into one another after a while. And yet, she forced herself to make eye contact with every single delegate that surrounded the table. Her mind was whirling, she'd been exhausted, after nearly eighteen hours of this, 'I think we should attack, no, we shouldn't, etc' the banter back and forth between the delegates, and why this delegate didn't have honour or that delegate was illogical, clearly, every delegate had their own course of action to be employed. And it was her job to prevent them all from acting upon it. "But again, you see, the profit in this situation" "Profit! Who cares about Profit! You need to look to the glory and honour of the station and Federation, all which have been compromised --" "Come now, this is all highly illogical behaviour, I am sure if we all examined the situation, the true logic of it would --" "Logic!? That's ridiculous, the time is now, Captain we MUST strike, I will urge the chancellor --" "But that will solve nothing! How are we not to know that this race does not have peaceful intentions and that instead there was a misunderstanding, more communication must be--" "That will only leave us to DIE, and be slaughtered innocently, by waiting for the mere semblance of verbal discourse and interchange." "I do not sense that is the situation at all---" "Don't trust telepaths" "That was a statement that was not particularly appreciated, I'll have you know." "We must strike -- the time is now and I" Lise slammed her fist down onto the hard ebony surface that reflected her tired image before her. "ENOUGH!" Lise said forcefully as the sound of her fist colliding with the hard material echoed throughout the chamber. Her forceful cry was simultaneously being translated into a number of languages and fed through the translator system of all those surrounding her. "Listen." She said, not for the first time during this session of meetings, and she did not doubt that this would not be for the last. "Listen to me. We are not getting anywhere." At that point, there was a mumble of agreement from the delegates that surrounded the table. Throughout the course of the hours, it had become apparent that there were three distinct factions; those who promoted an offensive strike, those who promoted passivity and communication (yet still maintaining alertness), and those who were somewhat indifferent to whatever course of action was being taken (usually leading themselves to the passive camp). ~At least they can agree on something~ She thought. And then the whole scene began to erupt again sparked by the Klingon ambassador's passionate cry: "And we are sitting her helpless, we must attack! For the glory of the empire" "He's right, we cannot sit idly by and allow these dangerous aliens to conduct their business" "They might encroach on our market share." "And we are allowing those demons to come into our world and they will strip it of its resources and leave us dying in the remains of our own civilisations." "We must strike fast and for the glory of our universe." The emotions of the passionate orators were oozing past their physical containments and out into the air. Lise, her body and mind exhausted from the hours of relentless emotional beating they had endured, was not completely able to maintain her composure and the mental shields that she had put in place at the beginning of these meetings. "But we cannot, how are we to know that this species means to engage in war upon us. You must look at the situation logically!" Lise thought that in this vast room of swarming emotions, she could even feel something starting to break through the Vulcan's composure. The betazoid ambassador countered back, supporting the Vulcan with an equally passionate cry on behalf of the unknown planet, but that did not deter the Klingon ambassador, he was determined to strike, swift and fast. The situation was escalating again. Lise watched the volley of arguments (none of which had become any more original in the past eighteen hours) go back and forth from one another. It seemed that the leader of the attack camp was definitely the Klingon, if only there was a way to go about getting his attention and diverting it into another direction. "That's it!" Lise said, raising to her feet. She looked around the room, it once again feel silent. "This time, you will listen." She said, looking Kat'Ras directly in the eye and glaring at him. "You will all listen. And until I am done." The room was again silent. ~Ok, so far, so good...~ Lise thought, this was going on contingency plan number she'd lost count, but it was starting to get a little more rash. "Those of you who are in favour of attack, I can see the honour in your warrior heritage and your continual striving for glory and the protection of our fine station and the universe as a whole. However, I call upon you all to realise that Suvlu'taHvIs yapbe'HoS neH [Brute Strength is not the most important asset in a fight] and that pujwI'HIvlu'chugh quvbe'lu'. [There is no honour in attacking the weak.] And so, we must listen, and learn and negotiate. And do not forget: bISutlhnISchugh jaghlI'mInDu'tIbej [If you must negotiate, watch your enemy's eyes]. And so we will, you must negotiate, but ALWAYS watch their eyes, we shall watch their moves, and we shall see if this foe is weaker than we, or if they are here to be our opponent. If they are here to strike against us in an attempt to steal our honour. But! BUT, if they are not, then it would be we who lose honour in attacking them. And so, and so delegates of these many great nations, I ask for your cooperation, for your loyalty and for your powers of honour and glory to stand watchful and attentive. Not posing ready to strike, but watchful and attentive as we survey this newcomer and ascertain their intentions as either friend or foe. Weak or strong, and what their purpose is in this universe. Stand by us and help us to be strong, but not only strong, but wise, as we deal in this new situation. There is honour and glory to be found, but it may not come in the form of attack and we shall stand together in this endeavour. Do I make myself clear?" The room was silent, and while Lise was emotionally and physically exhausted from her session of 'mediator' on this hotly contested topic, she knew that at this point, she could not let herself sit. She remained standing at the head of the table. The silence was deafening, as were the emotional waves of shock that were emanating from all the delegates no matter what alliance they clung to. Lise stood her ground. The Klingon ambassador grunted, picked up his PADD and cloak, nodded respectfully to Lise and then left the room without saying a word. ~I won~ She thought simply. She waited a minute until the doors had closed behind him before speaking again to the entire assembly. She stated simply, "I trust this issue is resolved." With that, those belonging to the more the camp of more aggressive posturing rose from their seats and shuffled out of the room. Everyone else followed suit. As the last of them exited save for one seat in a darkened corner, Arianna sank into her seat. "It's over." She said finally. "They will not attack." She did not have to look, but knew who was sitting in the shadows of that darkened corner. (Posted by Katherine Mazurok) (Starbase Geneva, Ambassadorial Grand Meeting Room, Ambassador Miador Tane, 1622) "It's over." She said finally. "They will not attack." "For now." Tane said as he stood. His federation uniform, adorned with his Klingon House Robe to accommodate the Klingons, was uncomfortable in the best of times. After wearing them continuously, he almost felt like stripping down nude just to escape the itch. "Congratulations, I believe." (posted by Trout) (Starbase Geneva, Main Operations, OPS, Ensign{JG} Zadora Yalrath - 1658) Zadora was dealing with some 'Thrall' person instead of Casely. She knew after talking to him for a few seconds she would have preferred Casely... or just about anyone else for that matter. =^=No, no Geneva,=^= Thrall said, his voice dripping with sarcasm, =^=thank you Geneva. Nautilus out.=^= ~Pompous jerk!~ she thought to herself. No one, even in command, had ever treated her that rudely. She glanced over at Admiral Gr'iann, looked at him and shrugged her shoulders. What could SHE do? He outranked her. She knew that the Admiral had heard everything though and hoped that was enough to eventually provoke a response. She kept on task with her job and a few minutes later, after suggesting it to the Admiral, the yellow alert signal was sounded. This was now the second time in the last few days that a general quarters was sounded. The station had become a rather unsettled place. "Let me know when anything changes," Gr'iann told her. "Aye Sir. Currently, things appear to be going according to plan. The Waverider has just disembarked. Their crew manifest is Lieutenant Casely, Ensign Marta, Ensign Klars, Ensign Rogers and Ensign De'Charin. Seems relatively balanced. He has a security person, an engineer, and two counsellors, one with piloting skills and one who also has medical training... and of course himself, Sir. The other ship appears to be holding its course, although there is a bit of an odd energy reading, it doesn't seem to have anything to do with weapons or shields. For all we know, they could power their ships with a different kind of energy or energy derived from a different source. I'll alert Doctors Engtamn-Jensi and Mackenzie to it and start our science department on the station studying it," stated Zadora. (Posted by Jeff Bergeron) (USS Nautilus - Transporter Room - COUN/Helm - Ensign(SG) Kassia Marta - 1700) "Ensign Marta, is everything okay?" asked Paul calmly. "Uh Yes Sir" she said getting even redder as Paul took time to notice her, "Everything is fine sir." She replied as she lowered her head a bit to hide her face. Kass could just not wait for the transporter to start, so, they could get on with the mission and over what had been said or done. "Mr. De'Charin, you understand your duty? I need you to assess technology from the ground level. Be prepared to give a full report when we return to Geneva. Mr. Rogers and Mr. Marta, I believe we've already discussed your duties and I know you understand them. Is everyone ready?" "Aye Sir" Kass said with some quiet confidence. "Chief, if you could please transport us over to the Waverider?" Paul finally said (Posted by Frank) (USS Nautilus, Transporter Room One, AFO/TAC/SC, Lieutenant {JG} Paul Casely - 1701) Paul watched as Kassia walked into the transporter room in full dress regalia with Ensign De'Charin hot on her heels. She saw the group of them standing on the transporter pads waiting and turned beet red. "Ensign Marta, is everything okay?" asked Paul calmly. He wasn't upset at the Ensign, she was on time and he knew that putting on dress uniforms could be... taxing. (Reply Marta) Paul nodded and smiled. Then he looked around at his group: Rogers, Marta, De'Charin and Klars. He took a slightly longer look at Klars for a second and suppressed a chuckle. "Mr. Klars, do you find our garb amusing?" he asked with just the slightest hint of a mischievous grin. (Reply Klars) "Mr. Klars, count yourself lucky that I noted while onboard the Nimitz that the dress uniform inhibits movement, making it bad for security members... otherwise you'd be in yours too. I'm sure we can find an occasion in the future where you can wear your full dress uniform," said Paul with a broad grin. He wanted to like Klars, he just need the Ensign to understand that his behaviour and disregard for protocol placed all of his crew at risk. That was something he couldn't allow under any circumstance. Paul had taken some time to reread Klars' file and had heard from Thrall about some of Klars' accusations. He couldn't believe that Klars couldn't see that by behaving recklessly towards himself or other crew members that Klars ran the risk of doing exactly the same thing that this captain had done. He also couldn't believe that a rational being, that had been through the academy didn't understand that he, or Thrall, or any other member of the crew were not the same people who caused the death of his brother. Klars reactions at times bordered on those of a 12 year old. (Reply Klars) Paul turned to De'Charin, "Mr. De'Charin, you understand your duty? I need you to assess technology from the ground level. Be prepared to give a full report when we return to Geneva. Mr. Rogers and Mr. Marta, I believe we've already discussed your duties and I know you understand them. Is everyone ready?" De'Charin looked at the captain, "Aye Sir" (Reply Marta, Klars, Rogers) Paul nodded, "Chief, if you could please transport us over to the Waverider?" (Posted by Jeff Bergeron) (USS Nautilus, Bridge, ATAC Ensign Dorrin Klars - 1702) "Mr. Klars, do you find our garb amusing?" Paul asked Using his will power to muster a straight face Dorrin answered, "no sir, they just seem to be less than comfortable." "Mr. Klars, count yourself lucky that I noted while onboard the Nimitz that the dress uniform inhibits movement, making it bad for security members... otherwise you'd be in yours too. I'm sure we can find an occasion in the future where you can wear your full dress uniform," Dorrin's face took on a look of pure horror, "sir, I truly hope that day never comes." Paul turned to De'Charin, "Mr. De'Charin, you understand your duty? I need you to assess technology from the ground level. Be prepared to give a full report when we return to Geneva. Mr. Rogers and Mr. Marta, I believe we've already discussed your duties and I know you understand them. Is everyone ready?" "Yes sir," Dorrin said, and heard others give similar confirmation. Paul nodded, "Chief, if you could please transport us over to the Waverider?" (Posted by Dan Black) (Waverider, Transport Area, AFO/TAC/SC, Lieutenant {JG} Paul Casely, 1703) In a moment the transporter effect to place and the group found themselves on the transporter pads of the Waverider. This was an amazing craft. Double the size easily of a runabout but with no warp capacity. Its sole purpose was to ride into the atmosphere of planets. The extra space generally taken up by warp technology had been replaced by scientific equipment. Suddenly, Paul felt bad that Doctors Mackenzie and Engtamn-Jensi weren't aboard, but he needed them to read the data on the Nautilus and he wanted them kept safe. He especially wanted Mackenzie to be able to reign in their Marine Lieutenant- Major if necessary. "Mr. De'Charin, the Engine rooms would be yours. Mr. Klars, there is a tactical station on here, albeit very small. Mr. Rogers, OPs are yours. Ensign Marta, I hope you don't mind, but I'd really like to fly this thing. I've heard about them, but never had the pleasure of operating them. Would you be content to be co-pilot?" (Posted by Jeff Bergeron) (Waverider, Transport Area, ATAC ensign Dorrin Klars, 1704) When they were transported Dorrin looked around and saw the craft was made for transportation of personnel and scientific equipment. ~If we have to leave quick, and have to use the ship, we will be sitting ducks. Thrall, please try not to destroy the ship by challenging a passing Klingon armada to a fight.~ "Mr. De'Charin, the Engine rooms would be yours. Mr. Klars, there is a tactical station on here, albeit very small. Mr. Rogers, OPs are yours. Ensign Marta, I hope you don't mind, but I'd really like to fly this thing. I've heard about them, but never had the pleasure of operating them. Would you be content to be co-pilot?" asked Paul. Dorrin took the tactical station without a word, and said nothing as the planet neared, though he was amused by Casely's willingness to fly the craft. "All systems check. Firing engines, getting ready for atmospheric penetration," stated Paul, "Mr. Rogers, commence scans for our landing area. I'd imagine they have a beacon placed for us somewhere. Mr. Klars, make sure the weaponry lockers stay closed for now. Limit yourself to a palm phaser, tuck it somewhere that it can't be easily seen. Mr. De'Charin, how is our engine?" Paul asked. Dorrin made a face, but did as ordered, and answered with the standard "yes sir" ~and I wanted to bring something big, I wish it was Thrall here instead....ack what am I thinking! He would attack on sight!~ He didn't say anything else, but during the duration of flight he noticed Rogers was in pain, which was rather strange. He perked up once Rogers started describing the area. "They appear to be a outpost of sorts. A landing area, a few buildings and a tall tower. The tower has shielding around it and has some sort of pod. It could be the transmitter....or a weapons pod," Brian reported. Paul nodded slowly. "We'll have to hope its the former rather than the latter. Is there anyone down there?" "Yes, sir. I'll scan for life forms, I see about 4 to 6 life forms, I can't get a clean scan because of material in the building." "Well Mr. Rogers, we're just going to have to chance it. Everyone brace yourselves, we're coming in for a landing. Mr. Marta, keep scans coming after we leave the craft. Mr. Klars, remember... nothing larger than a palm phaser. Make sure you keep it well concealed." Paul reminded Dorrin. "Yes sir," Dorrin answered with a suppressed sigh. (Posted by Dan Black) (RRS Frondeur, Bridge, CO, Algidor, 1705) Aligdor looked nervously out of her little compartment at the view screen. This seemed to be taking an eternity. "They have Houdinied to the vessel!" called out one of her crew. Algidor smiled grimly. Now to proceed to the next step. "No more Houdinis then. Get 'er done!" she called out. A strange hum began as the transport inhibitor was activated. There would be no way for them to leave quickly now, except by the Waverider. Now Trevnor would have to ensure that he carried out his end of the plan. These people would hear them and understand why they fought against the Government of Riclia. If the large ship found a way around the device, they would have to engage it, but that would be a last resort. (Posted by Jeff Bergeron) (Waverider, Cockpit, COUNS Ensign (JG) Brian Rogers, 1706) Brian walked into the cockpit with the his crewmates behind him. He sat at OPs and quickly worked to bring up a status report of the sensors and the Waverider' status. Brian looked over and saw Casely was getting ready at the Pilot's seat and Brian reported. "OPs is ready, sir," Brian reported, has he rolled his shoulders, trying to get comfortable in the formal dress uniforms. (Posted by Kevin "back from camping" Schram) (Waverider - Transport Area - COUN/Helm - Ensign(SG) Kassia Marta - 1707) Kass watched as the transporter rooms changed looks to where they were in a transporter area in stead of a room. She knew then that they had arrived the Waverider. She moved over to give everyone a chance to see Paul as he started to assign duties. "Mr. De'Charin, the Engine rooms would be yours. Mr. Klars, there is a tactical station on here, albeit very small. Mr. Rogers, OPs are yours. Ensign Marta, I hope you don't mind, but I'd really like to fly this thing. I've heard about them, but never had the pleasure of operating them. Would you be content to be co-pilot?" "Co-pilot sir with you? Absolutely I would not mind at all." Kass replied a bit too energetic probably at the thought of being able to be beside Paul even for this. (Posted by Frank) (USS Nautilus, Bridge, CSO, Ensign{SG} Engtamn-Jensi - 1708) Engtamn viewed his scanners again. He watched as a group of auxiliary officers and petty officers maneuvered into the holes left by the departing bridge crew. Engtamn felt an involuntary shudder run through him. He didn't like this. If they were attacked, this crew might not be as able. He also didn't trust the Lieutenant Major to keep them out of conflict. He hoped that Doctor Mackenzie would be the voice of reason if need be. "The crew is safely aboard the Waverider and it is departing," stated Engtamn softly. He watched as they careened into the atmosphere of the planet. He felt a pang of regret that he wasn't along with them. Engtamn had seen specifications for the Waverider and knew it was a scientists dream. However, he knew that he served an important purpose onboard the Nautilus. (Reply Thrall, Mackenzie) A few minutes after the Waverider departed, Engtamn began to feel the effects of a headache coming on. He also started to feel slightly ill in the pit of his stomach. ~Oh well, probably just nerves.~ stated Engtamn, although he had never really felt nerves take this course in him before. Engtamn had duties to perform and there wasn't time for him to be ill. As a result, he ignored the feelings and continued with what he was doing. (Posted by Jeff Bergeron) (Waverider, Cockpit, AFO/TAC/SC, Lieutenant {JG} Paul Casely, 1708) Paul heard as the members of his crew checked in with their readiness. He was, quite frankly, fairly excited about operating this craft. It had been awhile since he'd been 'behind the wheel' so to speak and there was a big difference between pinch hitting on the Nimitz when disaster struck and piloting this bird. "All systems check. Firing engines, getting ready for atmospheric penetration," stated Paul, remembering his own training. He looked over at Kassia, she was handling things much better than he probably was, he felt a bit clumsy, but knew she could jump in momentarily if there was a problem. In truth, Paul was like a kid in a candy store. This was the first bit of fun he'd had in some time, and he wasn't afraid to let it show. "Mr. Rogers, commence scans for our landing area. I'd imagine they have a beacon placed for us somewhere. Mr. Klars, make sure the weaponry lockers stay closed for now. Limit yourself to a palm phaser, tuck it somewhere that it can't be easily seen. Mr. De'Charin, how is our engine?" Paul asked, remembering that despite the fun, he was still in control here. (Reply Rogers, Klars) "Sir, our systems seem to be operating at peak capacity. No problems with the engines," stated De'Charin happily. No doubt, he was excited as anyone was with the prospect of this mission. "Mr. Marta, please start scientific scans of the planet. Make sure the results are constantly being sent back to both the Nautilus and Geneva," said Paul. Everyone was more or less looking after their stations and responsibilities. (Posted by Jeff Bergeron) (Waverider, Cockpit, COUNS Ensign (JG) Brian Rogers, 1711) "Mr. Rogers, commence scans for our landing area. I'd imagine they have a beacon placed for us somewhere," Casely commanded. Brian began running scans, and suddenly was over come with a painful headache and a feeling of dizziness. Brian recognised it right way, it was the feeling he got when he didn't take enough Cordazine. ~Oh god, not now of all times,~ Brian thought, rubbing his forehead and keeping his eyes, which now had a glazed-over appearance, on the sensor readouts. ~I'll have to inform Kaitlyn when we get back to....~ Brian's trail of though was cut off by a small flashing icon on the sensor display. Brian entered a command and it appeared to be simple subspace beacon. Brian spun weakly around in his chair to face Casely, who was piloting the vessel. "Lt. Casely, I've located a... ugh... " Brian let out a low agitated moan has his headache now felt comparable to somebody crash landing a Galaxy-class ship inside his brain. "I've... got a simple beacon, which I'm sending to your station." Brian then entered a command so the coordinates now appeared in front of Casely. (reply Casely) "Yes, sir...." Brian said everything faded out. The lights and sounds of the cockpit of the Waverider merged into one painful blast of feelings into Brian's head. Brian opened his mouth, has to scream, but made no noise, and covered his face. Suddenly, everything the blur of color and sound was 'untangled' into the normal sight and sound of the Waverider's cockpit. Brian's headache was still there, but much less painful by comparison. Brian sat up straight and said, "I'm sorry, Lt. Casely. I didn't hear your last instruction." (Posted by Kevin Schram) (Waverider - Cockpit - COUN/Nav - Ensign(SG) Kassia Marta - 1713) Kass watched Paul as he acted almost like a child with their favorite toy. He seemed so excited about being able to pilot the Waverider and it excited her to see him that way. But, she could not let him know that as he was her superior and the acting First Officer. They could both get into trouble, she thought, if anything was to come of it. She could not live with it if he got in to trouble because of her. "Mr. Marta, please start scientific scans of the planet. Make sure the results are constantly being sent back to both the Nautilus and Geneva," said Paul. Kass had already started scans of the planet and connected what was coming in to Geneva, but, she did not think of sending them to the Nautilus also. She knew that Paul really did not need to know that, only that she was doing what he ordered. "Aye sir. Starting scientific scans of the planet making sure the results are constantly being sent to the Nautilus and Geneva." She confirmed her orders. Kass could not believe that it seemed whatever position that Paul was in, he seemed to be at home. She could think that he was born for times like this and could easily adapt to any position. She wanted him to succeed in any position he wanted to be in and in such, she kept an eye on what he was doing to ensure that she could correct any mistake. But, the funny part was, he was not making any which made her smile. (posted by Frank) (Waverider, Cockpit, AFO/TAC/SC, Lieutenant {JG} Paul Casely, 1714) Paul piloted the small craft into the atmosphere of the planet. He was amazed by the smooth operation of the controls. In many ways, it was easier than piloting a shuttlecraft. Paul watched as they slipped through the layer of cloud cover and towards the planet surface. What he saw was a technologically advanced planet with what seemed to be large industrial centres and living areas balanced with lush areas of green. It seemed a beautiful planet to be sure. He waited for Rogers to get back with the information on the landing beacon and in the meantime turned to Ensign Marta. "Ensign, what's the atmosphere like out there? And... thanks for letting me pilot this thing. Its a great bit of fun," he said with a smile. (Reply Marta) "Lt. Casely, I've located a... ugh... I've... got a simple beacon, which I'm sending to your station," stated Rogers. Paul raised an eyebrow. Something seemed wrong with the counsellor. He looked at his station as the coordinates appeared and set them into his console. Then he turned back to Rogers. "Is everything alright over there Mr. Rogers?" asked Paul with concern in his voice. "Yes, sir...." Paul felt a wave of relief, "Fine then Ensign. Please commence surface scans. Are we flying into a populated area or... something else?" It was important to know exactly where they were headed as it could denote the intentions or concerns of the species they were dealing with. Into a populated area denoted a sense of trust and a lack of concern about meeting alien species. Paul wouldn't be surprised with having them going into a populated area, as they obviously had deal with other species before. A more remote setting would denote caution of a degree. Of course, there were 'in between' places. Paul waited for Rogers' answer. "I'm sorry, Lt. Casely. I didn't hear your last instruction," stated Rogers. There definitely had been something wrong. Paul hoped that whatever it was had passed now. "Mr. Rogers, commence surface scans. I want to know what kind of an area we're flying into," said Paul with a slightly irritated edge in his voice. He didn't like repeating commands, especially when they could be life and death in nature. For all they knew, they could be flying into an ambush. (Posted by Jeff Bergeron) (USS Nautilus, Bridge, CSO, Ensign{SG} Engtamn-Jensi - 1715) Engtamn looked at his screen again. The sick feeling hadn't gone away, in fact, it was intensifying. He blinked as his vision blurred. Suddenly, a transmission broadcast onto the bridge from one of the lower decks. =^=Petty Officer Shandar to bridge... we seem to be having an outbreak of... something... down here. A few of the other crewmen just collapsed, and I must confess, I'm feeling ill myself. It just started, it came out of nowhere.=^= (Reply Mackenzie, Thrall) Engtamn looked at the two officers on the bridge for a second. "There... is... definitely something... wrong," stated Engtamn looking at his scopes, "energy signature.." Engtamn trailed off. He tried to finish his statement but couldn't resist anymore as he blacked out and hit the deck himself. (Posted by Jeff Bergeron) (Waverider, Cockpit, COUNS Ensign (JG) Brian Rogers, 1716) Brian listened has Casely repeated the order. "Yes, sir," Brian replied. His headache was now manageable and he began scanning the landing spot. When the sensor results came in, Brian read them to Casely. "They appear to be a outpost of sorts. A landing area, a few buildings and a tall tower. The tower has shielding around it and has some sort of pod. It could be the transmitter....or a weapons pod," Brian reported. (reply Casely) "Yes, sir. I'll scan for lifeforms ," Brian entered a quick command and saw a few scatter life forms in the buildings. "I see about 4 to 6 life forms, I can't get a clean scan because of material in the building." (Posted by Kevin Schram) (USS Nautilus- Bridge- MXO- Lt Major Standorval Thrall- 1717) Thrall knew that his drills weren't being received well, but he was quite pleased with the results. Although they weren't, technically, a military crew, they responded well, and nobody, openly, balked at his orders. But they were also, very much aware and more prepared for an emergency. They didn't have to like him, but they needed to follow his orders, and he needed to keep them alive. Although, he'd been getting a bit of a headache over the last few minutes. =^=Petty Officer Shandar to bridge... we seem to be having an outbreak of... something... down here. A few of the other crewmen just collapsed, and I must confess, I'm feeling ill myself. It just started, it came out of nowhere.=^= "Acknowledged," Thrall said. He turned to Mackenzie, "Dr. get down there and see what's going on." "There... is... definitely something... wrong," stated Engtamn looking at his scopes, "energy signature.." Engtamn trailed off. Suddenly he collapsed to the floor. Thrall stood and moved over to the CSO. He felt a little light headed himself. He swayed a little and grabbed the back of his seat to steady himself. "What the..." he tried to get out. "Shields up." He thought he was going to puke when he was talking. ." "Shields up sir," Jackson called from Ops. Finally his head stopped swimming, but his legs still felt a little rubbery. "What caused this?" He looked over at Mackenzie, who didn't look like she was doing very well, or could possibly be helpful for a while. He moved over to Engtamn-Jensi, and kneeled beside him. The Grazerite looked fine, but then again, he was no medic, for that matter, he wasn't much of a scientist, although he loved to mix things up. Looking around, he grabbed the doctors emergency bag and opened it. He found the hypo spray and took out a vial hydrocortazine, a mild stimulant. Popping the vial into the spray he gave the doctor a minimal dosage. ~Thank the gods for those medic courses I was forced to take.~ He watched to see what happened with Engtamn, while looking around the bridge. "Somebody find out just what the hell is going on here." (posted by Al Muir) (Waverider, Cockpit, AFO/TAC/SC, Lieutenant {JG} Paul Casely, 1718) "They appear to be a outpost of sorts. A landing area, a few buildings and a tall tower. The tower has shielding around it and has some sort of pod. It could be the transmitter....or a weapons pod," Brian reported. Paul considered that for a second and then nodded slowly. "We'll have to hope its the former rather than the latter. Is there anyone down there?" "Yes, sir. I'll scan for life forms," Brian entered a quick command and saw a few scatter life forms in the buildings. "I see about 4 to 6 life forms, I can't get a clean scan because of material in the building." Paul thought about all of this. He hadn't seen anything from the surface that would denote them as being hostile at the moment. Truly, they could have sent something up to shoot them down if they really wanted to. "Well Mr. Rogers, we're just going to have to chance it. Everyone brace yourselves, we're coming in for a landing. Mr. Marta, keep scans coming after we leave the craft. Mr. Klars, remember... nothing larger than a palm phaser. Make sure you keep it well concealed." (Reply Rogers, Marta, Klars) Paul easily set the craft down in what seemed to be the desired landing location. He watched as several individuals, some looking remarkably human, began walking towards the craft. (Posted by Jeff Bergeron) (USS Nautilus, engineering, ACEO Ensign JG Matthew McLaren, 1719) Matthew sat at the main diagnostic console of engineering watching the readouts intently when all of sudden a loud beeping coming from another console alerted him. He quickly swiveled around and found that a power relay had blown out on deck 2. ~what the hell caused that?~ he wondered as he rerouted power so it wouldn't have any effect. He stood and was heading out of engineering when a sudden pain in his head caused him to loose his footing and stumble against a nearby console. He hoped it wasn't a relapse of his recent brain trauma. After a few seconds the pain ebbed and he kept on walking. He thought about how it had occurred last time and decided not to bother with sickbay at the moment but resolved to contact them if the pain returned. (Posted by Matthew) (Waverider, Cockpit, COUNS, Ensign (JG) Brian Rogers, 1720) Lt. Casely landed the Waverider down in the landing area and they watched has some life forms... human life forms, walked towards them. Brian let out a smile has they unbuckled their safety harnesses and got out. (Posted by Kevin Schram) (USS Nautilus, Deck 2, Maintenance Shaft, ACEO Ensign JG McLaren, 1721) Matthew pulled oven the panel where the relay was housed and recoiled in shock. The relay had just corroded away. Running a quick scan he realised that it was some sort of radiation. "Computer, have the shields been raised?" He said into his communicator. [Affirmative] Came the computers response, and it all clicked together for him. "McLaren to bridge. Some sort of radiation has penetrated the ship and has blown out a power relay on deck 2. At the time of the blow out I came down with a severe headache and I think the 2 might be related. Has this affected anyone else?" Matthew asked meanwhile replacing the relay and closing the panel. (Reply bridge) "Yes sir. McLaren out." He said. He was sure that he should have reported that but he couldn't help feeling that he was being to cautious and making sure that every thing he did was approved before he did it. Shrugging, he returned to engineering. (Posted by matt) (USS Nautilus-Bridge-ACMO Lt. Cmdr. Kaitlyn Mackenzie-1722) =^=Petty Officer Shandar to bridge... we seem to be having an outbreak of... something... down here. A few of the other crewmen just collapsed, and I must confess, I'm feeling ill myself. It just started, it came out of nowhere.=^= Kaitlyn looked towards Thrall to see what his response would be to this situation. "Acknowledged," Thrall said. He turned to Mackenzie, "Dr. get down there and see what's going on." "Aye sir," she said as she got out of her chair and headed towards Dr. Engtamn's position as he staggered over and started to fall to the ground. But as she got up herself, she suddenly felt a wave of nausea hit her. She couldn't remember when she last felt so badly so quickly. By the time she had managed to get out of her seat, she noticed that Thrall had already taken the medkit and had injected Dr. Engtamn-Jensi with a medication out of the hypospray. ~Most likely hydrocortizone,~ she thought, as medkits were designed for a median purpose. She managed to get to Thrall's position and took the tricorder out of the medkit. Scanning Dr. Engtamn-Jensi first, she saw that the tricorder was reading high levels of radiation. ~That can't be right,~ she thought. She would have picked some form of it up on sensors. She then scanned Thrall, who didn't look too happy at all. He registered the same thing, only lower levels of radiation. "Sir..." She paused to get her nausea under control again. "I think I might have an explanation as to what's going on." <> "Both you and Dr. Engtamn-Jensi are registering high levels of radiation poisoning. I don't know why my sensors didn't detect it sooner, but my guess is...." she paused as another wave of nausea hit. "My guess....is that it's coming from this planet's atmosphere. If that's true, the away team might be in trouble as well." <> Kaitlyn was suprised at how his reply was actually that of a command reply and not one of a smart*ss. ~Maybe he'll come around after all.~ (Posted by: Stacey) (USS Nautilus, Bridge, CSO, Ensign{SG} Doctor Engtamn-Jensi - 1728) Engtamn's eyes began to flutter. Some of the pain and the nausea had passed, although a good deal was still there. He had been injected with... something. Looking up, he saw the Andorian kneeling beside him. It was, without a doubt, one of the most horrifying sights he had seen since being awakened by the Caitain. At least he didn't have any fear that the Andorian was going to eat him... just blow him up, or worse still possibly try to kiss him. "Somebody find out just what the hell is going on here," stated the marine. Engtamn shook the cobwebs out of his mind and drew breath and started to speak, "An energy signature... a radiation... seems to be coming from that other ship. I don't think this is what they intended with it. In our present state... we cannot use the transporters however." (Reply Thrall) "That would appear..." said Engtamn choking off the desire to vomit, "correct, Sir." (Posted by Jeff Bergeron) (Planet Riclia, Diplomatic Centre, AFO/TAC/SC, Lieutenant {JG} Paul Casely, 1732) Tentatively, and with his small crew in tow, Paul left the Waverider. As soon as they exited to the surface of the planet, a male with wildly coloured hair, looking to be fairly old walked to them. "For you, the red carpet is unfurled," Doyen Zagar stated to the group. Paul held his palm upward, in something that he knew was a universal greeting of peace, "You honour us. Like Gandhi shall we work, to achieve SALT." Paul hoped that his words were understood. This first contact was important... and confusing. He glanced over at Rogers and then back to Zagar. Zagar looked for a second, and then smiled broadly,” I am Zagar, Doyen of Riclia. Like Washington to Riclia am I." ~The leader, though Paul. He's their leader. How will I explain my position? Who was Washington's Vice-President?~ Paul thought back to the history he had studied. "Like Adams to Washington am I, aboard Geneva." He hoped that Zagar understood. A few seconds later, Zagar nodded and smiled. He seemed to get it. He led the group into the hall. "Mr. Rogers, well done on the PADD. Keep close just in case. I might still need your help. Mr. Marta, what do you think of the Doyen so far?" asked Paul quietly as they were led inside. (Reply Rogers, Marta) Soon, the group was led into a grand hall and to a large wooden table. Zagar led each member of the Geneva team to proper seats. Paul found himself seated with Rogers to his right, Marta to his left, and Klars standing behind him. De'Charin was sitting to the left of Marta and hadn't stopped scanning since they'd arrived. At one point, an official looked at the tricorder De'Charin held. Obviously satisfied that it wasn't dangerous or a weapon, he nodded and smiled broadly. Just as the group had sat down and was settling in for discussion, a loud explosion rocked that area and several of their hosts hit the floor. "Everyone, hit the deck!" called out Paul, deciding that their course of action was probably best. (Reply Rogers, Marta, Klars, iyw) Paul watched in horror as De'Charin stood up and continued scanning. ~That idiot! What is he doing?~ "De'Charin, get down now!" yelled Paul loudly. "But Sir, I'm getting readings on whatever explosives went off. It could help us later," he replied. At that moment, a heavily armed group burst into the room. In response, De'Charin began to scan their weaponry. Not taking the time, or effort to examine what De'Charin was doing, one swung his weapon to bear on De'Charin. "No Supermen. Become as Kent!" shouted one of the attackers at De'Charin. "Ummm... just let me finish these sca..." De'Charin never finished his phrase as the weapon discharged. The tricorder dropped harmlessly to the ground, as De'Charin's skin and tissue began to burn. Soon, only the smell of roast flesh remained. "We are the Underground! The government is like Hitler! No more Camps! No more Camps! Leave for North America we must!" called out Trevnor. Paul shook his head and tapped his comm badge hurriedly. "Mr. Thrall, we have a problem, get us out of here now. De'Charin is dead. There is a group trying to take us hostage. They're NOT part of the government." (Reply Thrall) Paul nodded grimly. They had to get back to the Waverider somehow. "I don't want any of you making any sudden movements. For now, let them have control. We'll come up with something," Paul said quietly, trying not to think about the sudden demise of De'Charin, "For now, our primary objective is to stay alive and then escape." (Reply Rogers, Marta, Klars) (Posted by Jeff Bergeron) (Planet Riclia, Diplomatic Centre, COUNS, Ensign (JG) Brian Rogers, 1733) Brian and the other members of the away team walked out of the Waverider and followed Casely. Soon, an old man walked over to them. "For you, the red carpet is unfurled," He said to the group. Brian glanced at his PADD. ~For you, the greeting is given?~ Brian thought has he read it. Brian looked up and saw Lt. Casely place his palm with the bottom up, some sort of greeting. "You honour us. Like Gandhi shall we work, to achieve SALT." Lt. Casely said and glanced at Brian. Brian nodded and then Casely looked back to the old man. Brian looked down at his PADD, ~You honour us. Like peaceful people shall we work, to achieve an agreement. Nice word, Lieutenant.~ Brian thought to himself. Then the old man smiled broadly,” I am Zagar, Doyen of Riclia. Like Washington to Riclia am I." Brian smiled and looked down at his PADD. ~I am Zagar, Doyen of Riclia. Like Leader to Riclia am I.~ Lt. Casely paused then explained, "Like Adams to Washington am I, aboard Geneva." Brian didn't need a translation for that one. Zagar nodded and seemed to understand. The ground was lead into a hall. As they were being lead in, Casely approached him. "Mr. Rogers, well done on the PADD. Keep close just in case." "Yes, sir," Brian said has Casely went off to talk to Kass. The group walked into a large hall with a big wooden table. The old man, Zagar, led each one of them to a certain seat. Brian noticed that one of the strange humans had an interest with De'Charin's tricorder. Brian thought this was going well, but was still glad that Klars was armed and hopefully paying attention. ~I hope that Casely and that Marine commander got Klars all squared... ~ Brian's train of thought was interrupted by a loud explosion. Many of the strange human beings jumped to the floor. "Everyone, hit the deck!" called out Casely. Brian felt like he was in one of the Starfleet Academy Away Team training programs, and jumped to the floor. He looked over and saw everybody had done the same... expect for De'Charin, who was standing up still scanning. "De'Charin, get down now!" shouted Lt. Casely. ~No, no, no, just do it,~ Brian thought. "But Sir, I'm getting readings on whatever explosives went off. It could help us later," De'Charin muttered. Brian was about to get to his knees, grab De'Charin across the knees and pull him down, even if Casely chewed him out for his 'John Wayne antics', but before Brian could react a group of the people, with lots of weapons, ran in. De'Charin still didn't move. "No Supermen. Become as Kent!" shouted one of them at De'Charin. "Ummm... just let me finish these sca..." De'Charin tried to say, before he could finish, one of their weapons fired, the tricorder dropped to the ground. ~Oh boy...~ Brian thought to himself. Brian watched the ashes of De'Charin's body fall in Horror. He was shaken from his trance-like state by the leader yelling. "We are the Underground! The government is like Hitler! No more Camps! No more Camps! Leave for North America we must!" he yelled. Lt. Casely shook his head and tapped his comm badge and contacted Thrall. Then he addressed the away team. "I don't want any of you making any sudden movements. For now, let them have control. We'll come up with something. For now, our primary objective is to stay alive and then escape." Brian nodded. "Sir, maybe if we try to call ourselves apart of the..." Brian entered a few quick phrases into his special PADD "Allies Special Forces, Resistance Movement, the Rebels, they might think we're friendly," Brian said. (Posted by Kevin Schram) (Planet Riclia, Diplomatic Centre, AFO/TAC/SC, Lieutenant {JG} Paul Casely, 1735) Paul began to apprise the situation from their position on the floor. He figured he'd better do something as their 'security escort' seemed to be caught unawares and was strangely silent. Hopefully, he'd start coming up with options soon, but for now Rogers was doing his best to be helpful. "Sir, maybe if we try to call ourselves apart of the..." Brian entered a few quick phrases into his special PADD "Allies Special Forces, Resistance Movement, the Rebels, they might think we're friendly," Brian said. Paul listened and then spoke, "I don't know Ensign. I get the feeling we don't want to be on either side for this one. Perhaps something having to do with neutrality is more prudent." Paul watched as several words started to pop up on the display. He slowly stood and raised his palm, once again upturned. "Wait! Like Switzerland we are! Gandhi must prevail," Paul motioned to the chairs, "Please." Slowly Trevnor began to sit, his people still held their weapons at ready, but they didn't seem as likely to use them for the moment. Zagar slowly rose and began to join them. The rebels growled and looked menacing at him. "Gandhi! Remember, like Gandhi!" called out Paul and they let him pass. "Ummm... Marta, Rogers, Klars, I think it best we take our seats. Mr. Rogers, your translations better be spot on with this one. How do I ask why they attacked? Why they killed one of our crew? Mr. Marta? Do you think there's any chance I'll be able to get through to them?" asked Paul quietly. (Posted by Jeff Bergeron) (Planet Riclia, Diplomatic Centre, ATAC ensign Dorrin Klars, 1737) They were created by a representation of the government and seated, except for Dorrin he remained standing. Before the meeting could truly get underway there was an explosion, "Everyone, hit the deck!" called out Paul Dorrin did so and watched De'Charin get killed, ~idiot~. Than he heard they couldn't be teleported out, ~well isn't tha just great, too bad if I went for my weapon I would die! ~ It was then a wave of dizzines hit him. He had a condition which he used to take medicine for, but it went away a year before, and he stopped, ~something about the planet!~ "Sir" he groaned as the room spun, he gave up bent his head, and promptly fainted. (posted by Dan Black) (Planet Riclia, Diplomatic Centre, COUNS, Ensign (JG) Brian Rogers, 1738) Just has Casely had given the order to return their seats, Klars yelped out "Sir!" before falling to the ground. Brian put his PADD on the table and grabbed the late De'Charin's tricorder and scanned Klars. It wasn't a medical tricorder, but it would do. "Sir, Ensign Klars is having some sort of brain clot that would cause dizziness and cause him to faint. Right now its not life threatening, but he should get back to the ship soon. At least on the Waverider I can stabilize him and do a more proper medical scan," Brian reported to Casely. Of course, their captors might not like it. (Posted by Kevin Schram) (Starbase Geneva, Main Ops, CO Lise Arianna, 1740) Lise walked out onto the deck of main Ops, it seemed as if she'd not stood on its plates for nearly a week. She took a deep breath and resolved to show no weakness, her crew needed her. But moreover, she needed her crew. In the midst of those negotiations she'd not been able to receive the most recent updates, she needed to know what was going on, and where she could lend a hand. She hoped that her quelling of the delegates passions to attack had not been in vain. "Report." She said to the nearest crewman on the bridge. (Posted by Katherine Mazurok) (Planet Riclia, Diplomatic Centre, AFO/TAC/SC, Lieutenant {JG} Paul Casely, 1741) Things just continued to get worse as Klars fainted. ~This was my security detail? Next time I'll argue to be my own security detail.~ thought Casely grimly. Rogers said that it wasn't life threatening... for now it might be able to wait. "Mr. Rogers, keep a close eye on him. If his life does become threatened we'll try and work out something. At the moment, I don't believe they're planning on letting us go anywhere," stated Paul eyeing the group with weapons poised. (Reply Rogers) Trevnor sat down with the group and pounded his fist on the table, "Since Cochrane, the people of the ship have existed here! The planet pulls Houdini and only returns every 20 score! Now, the families wish to return to their house! They, act as East Berlin! Let us go to the West!" Seconds later, Zagar yelled back, "Too many families! Riclia is as a puzzle, without a piece, no picture!" Paul peered at both men and looked quickly to Rogers, "Are you getting any of this?" (Posted by Jeff Bergeron) (Starbase Geneva-Main Operations-CMO- Admiral Gr'iann -1741) Gr'iann's sharp ears heard the lite footsteps of Captain Lise Arianna, and turned to face her. He was pleased that she was able to finish her negotiations so quickly. He suspected that she did not use "normal" negotiating techniques. "Report." she said. Gr'iann wasn't sure that she was talking to him, but he replied anyway. "The inhabitants of the planet have set up a mmeeting. Lt. Casely, and a smmall crrew have gone to rrendez-vous with the aliens on the Nautilus. It appearrs that we have a vague underrstanding of theirr language. The Lt. has just gone to the planet's surrface in order to negotiate with the aliens, leaving Lt. Mmajor Thrrall in charrge of the Nautilus. The Nautilus is mmonitorring the prrogrress of the shuttle and the mmission. We werre planning on checking in on the Nautilus soon." (posted by Al Muir) (Starbase Geneva, Main Operations, CO, Captain Lise Arianna, 1745) Lise was pleased to see the Admiral and listened carefully to what he was saying. "The inhabitants of the planet have set up a mmeeting. Lt. Casely, and a smmall crrew have gone to rrendez-vous with the aliens on the Nautilus. It appearrs that we have a vague underrstanding of theirr language. The Lt. has just gone to the planet's surrface in order to negotiate with the aliens, leaving Lt. Mmajor Thrrall in charrge of the Nautilus. The Nautilus is mmonitorring the prrogrress of the shuttle and the mmission. We werre planning on checking in on the Nautilus soon." Lise nodded. "Excellent." She said carefully, it was difficult to step into a situation in the midst of things when there were so many unknowns. "Proceed." Lise said, not in a commanding way, but in an observing way. She needed to see what the status was and this was most probably the best way to ascertain the reality of the situation. (Posted by Katherine Mazurok) (Planet Riclia, Diplomatic Centre, AFO/TAC/SC, Lieutenant {JG} Paul Casely, 1745) Paul heard the uncertainty in Rogers' voice... that concerned him more than a little. A few minutes later, the information was forwarded to his PADD. Paul blinked a minute. Some of the information was obviously incorrect, but most made sense. Could this be true? Paul pointed at one of the more 'human' looking individuals, "Terran? You are Terran? Gilligan Islanded?" Trevnor nodded, "Those in my pilot season. I am their future." This was starting to make some sense now. "Why did you Jack the Ripper my trooper?" asked Paul, hoping he had the language correct. The man peered for a second, with the movements Paul made to the pile of ash, it was relatively easy to ascertain the meaning, "That? An ICBM he had! It was not our desire." Paul nodded grimly, they would have to have some form of redress for that death, but now was not the time. He tapped his comm badge. "Lieutenant Casely to Nautilus, I need you to patch this through to Geneva. I need them to research vessels lost shortly after Cochrane discovered the Warp drive. Especially those that would ahve carried civilians of both male and female varieties. I think we're dealing with the descendants of those people here," stated Paul. (Reply Thrall then anyone on Starbase Geneva) "How are we doing so far Mr. Rogers? I need things that could mean 'citizen' or more specifically, 'our citizens'. I also need something to explain their rights to ask for asylum. Then, give me a status report on Klars. I'll try to get him help next," stated Paul. (Posted by Jeff Bergeron) (Planet Riclia, Diplomatic Centre, COUNS, Ensign (JG) Brian Rogers, 1746) Brian watched has the lieutenant talked with their 'hosts'. The leader of the attacks spoke, "Those in my pilot season. I am their future." Brian looked down at his PADD, which read ~Those in my first time, I am their future.~ And saw the PADD was sending it to Casely. It didn't seem right. He hoped he didn't disappoint the Lieutenant. Brian feared he would pull Rogers from his command training. The lieutenant stood up and said, "Why did you Jack the Ripper my trooper?" Brian looked at his PADD and saw, [Why did you murder my soldier?] The leader stared for a second, then said, "That? An ICBM he had! It was not our desire." Has Casely contacted the station threw Nautilus, Brian looked at his PADD and made a few setting changes. He hoped that the small refinements would help, soon Casely turned to him. "How are we doing so far Mr. Rogers? I need things that could mean 'citizen' or more specifically, 'our citizens'. I also need something to explain their rights to ask for asylum. Then, give me a status report on Klars. I'll try to get him help next," he asked. "Uh, yes, sir," Brian said before entering a quick commands. "Try the words, Noble, Brahmin, VIP, uh... high roller," Brian stopped speaking has the words got more strange. He put the PADD down and ran the tricorder over Klars, "The blood pressure in his brain is dropping, but its not at a dangerous level yet, sir." (Posted by Kevin Schram) (Planet Riclia, Diplomatic Centre, AFO/TAC/SC, Lieutenant (JG) Paul Casely, 1751) Paul waited for Rogers to reply back with a set of words he could use to refer to citizen. "Uh, yes, sir," Brian said before entering a quick commands. "Try the words, Noble, Brahmin, VIP, uh... high roller," Brian stopped speaking has the words got more strange. He put the PADD down and ran the tricorder over Klars, "The blood pressure in his brain is dropping, but its not at a dangerous level yet, sir." "I'll do my best to get him to the WaveRider, however, I don't believe those words will help for citizen. They seem like more a person above normal citizens," Paul tapped on his PADD, "Hmmm... this might work instead. Keep trying for words culturally relevant words or phrases indicating that Klars needs medical attention. Mr. Marta, you may have to take up Rogers post and help me with translations if I can get him and Klars back to the WaveRider." (Reply Rogers, Marta) With that, Paul turned to the group and pointed one by one at the ones who seemed human, "These are people of the Fourteenth Amendment for The Federation, their desire to Houdini to Geneva must be heard." "No no no, like a puzzle is Riclia, one piece missing and it is Rome after the Barbarians," replied Zagar, slightly more common than before. "It is what the djinn must provide!" called back Trevnor. Paul looked and both parties and pounded his hand on the table, "If the people of the Fourteenth Amendment stay, let your blood paint the way to the future! It will be North versus South! It will be Rome after the Barbarians regardless!" Zagar looked at Casely, taken aback. His features showed deep thought, sadness and confusion. Trevnor, for his part, nodded but showed no joy on his face, as if he knew that this would be a monumental blow to the planet he had grown to call home. The silence continued for several minutes afterwards, it was Paul who broke it. "My other trooper, to the Grim Reaper he is going. Please, let us Houdini him to the flying saucer," said Paul softly, looking at Trevnor. This gave Trevnor something to think about now... his eyes softened as he regarded Casely. "Mr. Rogers, I think he's going to go for it. You may have to go with escort. If that is what happens, don't cause trouble. Go peacefully, stabilize Klars, put him in restraints and then come back," said Paul quietly. Trevnor cleared his throat, "To the Emergency Ward with him. One may go, with one of my troopers." (Posted by Jeff Bergeron) (Planet Riclia, Diplomatic Centre, COUNS, Ensign (JG) Brian Rogers, 1753) "I'll do my best to get him to the WaveRider, however, I don't believe those words will help for citizen. They seem like more a person above normal citizens," Lt. Casely used his PADD, "Hmmm... this might work instead. Keep trying for words culturally relevant words or phrases indicating that Klars needs medical attention. Mr. Marta, you may have to take up Rogers post and help me with translations if I can get him and Klars back to the WaveRider." Brian nodded has the lieutenant started speaking again "These are people of the Fourteenth Amendment for The Federation, their desire to Houdini to Geneva must be heard." "No no no, like a puzzle is Riclia, one piece missing and it is Rome after the Barbarians," replied Zagar. "It is what the djinn must provide!" called back Trevnor. "If the people of the Fourteenth Amendment stay, let your blood paint the way to the future! It will be North versus South! It will be Rome after the Barbarians regardless!" Lt. Casely fired back. A long silence followed, then Lt. Casely made a grab to let Rogers get Klars out of there."My other trooper, to the Grim Reaper he is going. Please, let us Houdini him to the flying saucer," said Lt. Casely said. The leader of their captors thought about it, then Casely turned to Rogers before the leader could respond. "Mr. Rogers, I think he's going to go for it. You may have to go with escort. If that is what happens, don't cause trouble. Go peacefully, stabilize Klars, put him in restraints and then come back," said Casely. Brian nodded, then soon after, the leader spoke. "To the Emergency Ward with him. One may go, with one of my troopers." Brian stood up and grabbed Klars around the shoulders and dragged him out the door, being followed by one of the attackers. He arrived at the Waverider and the human trooper followed him in. (Posted by Kevin Schram) (Planet Riclia, Diplomatic Centre, AFO/TAC/SC, Lieutenant (JG) Paul Casely, 1754) Paul watched as Rogers left with his patient. He hoped that there would be no further difficulties. Marta spoke as he was on his way out, "Sir I will try and do my best even if Ensign Rogers has a better grasp on what is going on." She looked more than a little concerned and Paul could clearly see that she lacked confidence in this matter. Paul wasn't overly worried, he believed he'd picked up enough to get by, that Marta would just be filling in some of the gaps along the way. "Don't worry Ensign Marta, I'm sure Rogers will be back soon. I just need someone to look up things in the PADD if I get stuck. I'm sure we'll be fine," stated Paul with a smile. Hopefully he could put Marta at ease. He didn't want her worried and showing it, that could cause even more problems. (Reply Marta) Paul nodded and turned to those seated before him. "Well? Will you proceed into Star Wars or do you prefer the way of Gandhi?" Paul asked firmly. "The way of Ghandi is preferred. Only those of the Minnow must go," replied Zagar. At this point Trevnor became angry, "What of our Brady Bunch? Why must they stay if they are not of the Minnow?" Paul held up his hand, "We will take all those of the Minnow and their Brady Bunch who wishes to go, except he who Jack the Rippered my trooper." With that Paul pointed at the man who vapourized De'Charin. Paul watched as the man hung his head, "He must remain Gilligan's Islanded, subject to your..." With that Paul trailed off, he turned to Marta, "Quickly, I need a 20th Century cultural reference to a legal system. A popular entertainment programme, or something else that everyone would know." Paul could feel the eyes of the delegates burning into him as he waited for his response. (Reply Marta) Paul repeated the phrase that Marta gave him. He watched as Zagar nodded and as Trevnor looked downcast. Losing one of his men was a difficult pill to swallow, but Trevnor could understand Casely's reasoning for it. A silence swallowed the group again as they became lost in thought and contemplation, and as Ensign Rogers returned to the table. Rogers leaned over and whispered, "Klars is secured, sir. And in case things get a little rough down here..." Paul looked and down and saw the palm phaser Klars had been carrying. He nodded to Rogers. "Hide it away from view. I'll ask for it if I need it. Good work Rogers. We seem to be close to an agreement however. I hope the Nautilus is in good shape." (Reply Rogers) Paul nodded and spoke aloud, "I must walkietalkie my flying saucer. No tricks." The pair nodded and Paul tapped his comm badge, "Casely to Nautilus, talks are proceding here. What is your current status?" (Reply Thrall) "Ensign Klars is currently down. Apparently he has some physical abnormality that we didn't know about before. Please inform Doctor Mackenzie when you can. He'll need medical treatment when we return," said Paul. (Reply Thrall) With that Paul turned back to Rogers, "Ensign Marta has been excellent at helping out in your brief absence. If you wouldn't mind picking up where you left off, I'd appreciate it." (Posted by Jeff Bergeron) (Planet Riclia, Diplomatic Centre, COUNS, Ensign(SG) Kassia Marta, 1755) "I'll do my best to get him to the WaveRider, however, I don't believe those words will help for citizen. They seem like more a person above normal citizens," Paul tapped on his PADD, "Hmmm... this might work instead. Keep trying for words culturally relevant words or phrases indicating that Klars needs medical attention. Mr. Marta, you may have to take up Rogers post and help me with translations if I can get him and Klars back to the WaveRider." "Sir I will try and do my best even if Ensign Rogers has a better grasp on what is going on." Kass replied to Paul. She was a bit concerned that she would not do as good a job as Brian, which, would let Paul down. She did not want to do anything that would do that, but, she had to do what she was ordered. Kass was still a bit shaken from the murder of one in their away team. She was not so sure that they all would not be murdered because they could not readily communicate. She hoped that she could step in and do the job to keep them from getting killed and maybe set up a treaty. (posted by Frank) (Waverider, Medical Compartment, COUNS, Ensign (JG) Brian Rogers, 1758) Brian walked in huched over, dragging Klars. When he arrived in the small compartment, he grabbed Klars and pulled him into the medical bed. The guard watched has Brian took out a medical tricorder and ran it over Klars' head. ~Hmmm, nothing too serious. I better keep him sedated. If he wakes up he'll have a serious headache and be dizzy beyond the ability to function.~ Brian took out the proper medication to take care of Klars' blood clot and injected it into his neck, followed by a strong sedative to keep him under for at least 4 hours. Brian then took the thick leather straps and tied them around Klars' wrist and ankles, per Lt. Casely's orders, and then set the medical tricorder up near Klars' head on auto-operate. If Klars' brain clot started to get worse, it would page Brian's comm badge, but Brian didn't foresee anything bad would happen. He nodded to the guard and started to walk out, but at the last moment he turned back, and pretended to check Dorrin's pulse, grabbed his conceled palm phaser, and then walked out, hoping the guard didn't see him. (Posted by Kevin Schram) (Planet Riclia, Diplomatic Centre, COUNS, Ensign (JG) Brian Rogers, 1804) Brian was escored back and returned to his seat next to Casely. He leaned over and whispered, "Klars is secured, sir. And in case things get a little rough down here..." Brian held out the palm phaser held it so Casely could see it, but the attackers could no. (Posted by Kevin Schram) [END COMPILE]