Stardate:2003.12.15 Stardate:2004.07.31 Stardate: 2406.09.21 (USS Mystique, Acting CO, Rear Admiral Jopek - 10.15) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.09.22 Spacedock Phoenix, USS Firebrande, Ready Room, Rear-Admiral Jopek - 13.00) --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.01 (USS Steel Talons - Admirals Quarter, Admiral's Office - Admiral LoDona,Captain Sash, Cmdr Winters - 0700) (USS Steele Talons- Outside LoDona's office- Captain Sash & Captain Winters- 0745) (USS Steel Talons - Admirals Office - Admiral Robert LoDona & Lt Peter Belina - 1000) (USS Nimitz - personal quarters - Ensign Jason Dema & Cassandra Dema - 0530) (Steele Talons - Transporter Room - CO Captain Vanyssa Winters - 0628) (Steele Talons - Transporter Room - Ensign Jason Dema - 0629) (Steele Talons - quarters - Ensign Jason Dema & Cassandra Dema - 0650) (Steele Talons - Captain's quarters - Ensign Jason Dema & Cassie Dema - 0736) (Steele Talons - Captain's quarters - CO Captain Vanyssa Winters - 0738) (Steele Talons - Captain's quarters - CO Captain Vanyssa Winters - 0738) (USS Steel Talons - Admirals Office - Admiral Robert LoDona, Captain Richard Ian Lee & 1st Lt Richard Ian Lee - 1120) (USS Nimitz, FO's Office, Captain Vanyssa Winters & Ensign Jason Dema, 1302) (USS Steel Talons - Admirals Quarter, Admirals Office - Admiral LoDona & Ambassador Tar-Thurian - 1400) ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate 2406.10.02 (USS Steel Tallons, Captain Winters' Quarters, Captain Vanyssa Winters & FO Lt. Cmdr. Peter Belinia, 1040) ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate 2406.10.04 (USS Steele Talons - Personal Quaters; Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia & Ensign Jason Dema; 10:00) (USS Talons, CO Mystique Quarters, Federation Ambassador Tar-Thurian, 1130) (USS Steele Talons - Outside Ambassadors Quarters - Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia & Ambassador Anastasia Tar-Thurian - 16:00) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate 2403.10.03 (USS Steele Talons - Observation Lounge; Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia & Lt HHril; 09:00) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate 2406.10.02 (USS Steel Talons - Conference Room; Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia & Major Richard Ian Lee; 06:30) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Stardate 2406.10.03 (Steel Talons - Observation Lounge - Flt Adm LoDona, Capt Winters, Capt Sevant & Lt Major Lee - 0900) (Steel Talons - Winter's Quarters - Lt Major Lee, Jenna Winters-Dark & the Suicide Kings - - 0920) (USS Mystique - Transporter Room - Lt Major Lee, Jenna Winters-Dark & The Suicide Kings - 0935) (USS Mystique - Marine Center, Meeting Center - Major Richard Ian Lee - 1120) (USS Mystique, Bridge, CO, Captain Vanyssa Winters - 11.30) (USS Mystique - Bridge - Ensign Jason Dema - 11.33) (USS Mystique, Ambassadorial Quarters, Federation Ambassador Anastasia Tar-Thurian, 1135) (USS Mystique - Bridge - Conn- Lt Herkimer 78 and Captain Winters- 1200) (USS Mystique, FO's Office, Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia & Lt Sarouk - 12:15) (USS Mystique - Marine Center, 'Helldeck' - Major Richard Ian Lee - 1353) *(USS Mystique, Bridge, CO, Captain Vanyssa Winters - 14.10) *(USS Mystique, Bridge, FO, Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia - 14:00) (USS Mystique - Main Bridge - Ensign Ketal, CSO - 14:13) (USS Mystique - Main Bridge - CSO Ensign Ketal & CO Vanyssa Winters, - 14:16) (USS Mystique, Bridge, FO, Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia - 14:20) (USS Mystique - Captain's quarters - CSO Ketal - 14:23) (USS Mystique - Bridge - Ensign Jason Dema - 14:28) (USS Mystique - Bridge - Ensign Jason Dema - 1450) (USS Mystique - Bridge - CO Captain Vanyssa Winters & FO Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia - 1457) (USS Mystique – Shuttle bay – CXS – Dr. John Nathaniel Harper- 15.05) (USS Mystique – Bridge – CXS & CO – Dr. John Nathaniel Harper & Captain Winters– 15:10) (USS Mystique - Bridge - Ambassador - Anastasia Tar-Thurian - 1525) (USS Mystique - Observation Lounge - Major Richard Ian Lee - 1557) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.09.21 (USS Mystique, Acting CO, Rear Admiral Jopek - 10.15) "Bring us around for another pass, keep firing.", said the Vulcan, impassively as possible during the current crisis. "Shields down to 35 percent.", reported Jacobs at OPS; Jopek looked at the Ensign for a moment, he was scared, most likely due to lack of experience. Another shower of sparks rained down on the Bridge. "Come about to 135 mark 215, arm the photons and set dispersal pattern Alpha-Nine." The Akira class ship, nimble, fast and agile, turned tightly forcing the pursuant to overshoot. "Fire.", said Jopek as the sail unleased 6 photons that independently rained down on the attacking ship, striking across the forward hull, a warp nacelle and the impulse manifold, causing it to come to a full stop. "Open a channel. This is the Federation Starship Mystique to the unidentified Federation Starship, we know you are aligned to Admiral Doenitz but we've no wish to destroy any Starfleet Ships, take that message back with you. Mystique out.", said Jopek, closing the channel. Jacobs stood up, "Admiral, do you think this is how all the Mystique's missions are going to go?" He ignored the comment but wasn't oblivious to the fact that, this was suppose to be the Akira Class Ship's shakedown cruise, not partake in active service. "Take us back to Phoenix, Ensign, we have to patch up this ship before her new Commanding Officer arrives.", he said, standing and heading for the Ready Room. The Mystique turned neatly and entered warp, leaving behind a ship and crew that would think twice before attacking an Akira alone. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.09.22 (Spacedock Phoenix, USS Firebrande, Ready Room, CO, Rear Admiral Jopek -18.00) Jopek had beamed back onboard the command ship of Spacedock Phoenix.From here, he was commanding the entire process of setting up a shipyard and the facilities to go with it, advanced technical and engineering stations on one of the nearby planets, while at the sametime construct docks, repair facilities and everything else! Admiral LoDona had secured a lot for them, including the spaceframe of the now under construction Starbase, whose framework could be seen from anywhere in the system. The gigantic structure would normally take years to build but with several advancements in replication, and prefabricated materials, Jopek was hoping the entire thing would be up and running in three months. In the meantime, more than a few frames of starships had arrived, crews already had begun gamma-welding them together, as for the Mystique, she came almost complete and only a few things needed to be done to make her space worthy. Two docks were up and running and as Jopek watched from the Ready Room window, he could see the Mystique inside Dock Number One, undergoing minor repairs after their run in earlier in the day. "Come.", said Jopek at the sound of his door-chime. "Admiral, we've received word that Admiral DoLona is schedule to arrive tomorrow.", said the Admiral's aide. "Very well, we'll be able to show him the Mystique in all her glory. Thanks Richard, dismissed.", said Jopek, swinging around after the departure of his assistant to look at the computer, neatly sitting on his sparse desk. "Three months.", he said to himself, examining the construction blueprints and timetables for the entire facility. Laughable as it may have been to anyone else, Jopek had convinced the teams and LoDona himself that the project was doable in that timeframe, even though it would mean working everyone, including himself, to the ground in the process. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.01 (Spacedock Phoenix, USS Firebrande, Ready Room, Rear-Admiral Jopek - 13.00) "Admiral Jopek, the Steel Talons just dropped out of warp at the outer marker." "Direct them to Dock 1 and bring us around to meet them.", ordered the Admiral. Having a mobile station such as the Firebrande made getting around the Spacedock easy, but he would feel more comfortable in an office on a space-station. "Admiral, one of the FLTCO's Aides invites you to join Admiral LoDona in his Ready Room." "You have the Bridge, Commander. Carry on.", said the Rear Admiral, -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.01 (Spacedock Phoenix, USS Steel Talons, Ready Room, Fleet Admiral LoDona & Rear Admiral Jopek - 13.30) After being beamed over to the flagship of the 52nd fleet, the Admiral made his way to the Ready Room, he was announced and in a very civilized manner, he was shown into the Ready Room. "Admiral.", said LoDona as Jopek entered the room, Jopek returned the greeting and took a seat. "I am impressed, Admiral." he said after several moments. "Does your original time-table of three months to full operations still hold true?" "If we can maintain the level of replication of the major hull components, I believe the Starbase will be operational in 3 months, however, it will be little more than a shell but it will be habitable and functional." The Fleet Admiral's attention again turned, this time he was looking over at Dock 1. "The Mystique," he said, "I read your report, what's the timeline to finish her?" "She is ready to go now, Admiral - however, after our run in with the Intrepid yesterday, she'll require 24 hours for the minor repairs. I also believe the Intrepid was the last ship in the area not loyal to our cause.", said Jopek, as logical as he could be. "Good, I have a crew already pre-assigned." he turned again to face the Admiral. "And you have three ships that will be coming your way within the next two weeks, all battle-damage. Boudicca, Barqs and the Winters' Heart. I have already forwarded you their status reports for later viewing; Boudicca will probably take the longest.", He turned again to look at the Mystique. "Understood, with only two docks, we will do what we can. We can dock additional ships alongside and that will double our current capacity." "Ill be sending you crew, quietly, over the next few weeks to staff her, Admiral, and her CO as soon as I choose. You have done excellent work, with any luck it won't be in vain." "I hope not Admiral, as soon as her CO arrives, I'd like to invite yourself and the CO for a tour, and I think you will be impressed at what the engineering teams have achieved with this Akira." Robert nodded, "Since the way here is still a secret, Ill be escorting her and some of the crew on the Talons." "In addition Admiral, the industrial replicated used to run the base constructions are using antimatter at an enormous rate, it's the price for replicating such massive components. We'll need a shipment as soon as you can arrange it." LoDona mulled over that, anti-matter was one of the harder substances to get out here, but it was manufacturability. "Very well, look for a shipment within the next two weeks." "Finally, we break ground on the surface emplacements tomorrow, when do you think that Mars Defense Perimeter remnant will arrive?" "Again, within the week. Some of the non-warp capable are piggy-backing on other ships of the 52nd, you can expect them to trickle in within the next two-weeks." LoDona smiled grimly, the fact that a solid third of the MDP, something like three-quarters of the mobile forces had defected, had to have come as a shock to Doenitz. The only down-side was now he could replace those elements with ships and crews loyal to his cause. "Understood, we're virtually defenseless here.", said Jopek looking as the planets below came into view once more, "The quicker we get the surface installations in and functioning, the better." "I will be rerouting a handful of ships this direction for your protection. Any ships that can make it here before the defenses will be outer-rip exploration ships, the Firebrande should be able to deal with him. I figure we will have no less then four ships stationed here regardless, the Remnant isn't as strong as the real thing. Once the station is up, I would consider replicating some phaser turrants and unmanned photon defense satellites." "If you'll excuse me Admiral, I'll take my leave now - please keep me updated on the arrival status of the CO of the Mystique.", said Jopek nodding as he left the FLTCO alone once again. Robert nodded as the Admiral left, then looked back out of the window. "We'd better not fail." he muttered to himself. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.01 (USS Steel Talons - Admirals Quarter, Admiral's Office - Admiral LoDona, Captain Sash, Cmdr Winters - 0700) It wasn't every day the Sash had his morning routine interrupted by a communication from Admiral LoDona. He had already been up early in anticipation of the days meeting. This convergence of the fleet was something that had been in the works for a while. It was, to say the least, an impressive undertaking. He made his way to a secure com channel, still sweating from his work out. The admiral asked that he come over an hour before the meeting and to bring his FO with him. That was an unusual request. As Sash signed off with LoDona he sent a call to Vanyssa to meet him in Transporter Room 1. When Nessa arrived, she looked as disheveled as Sash did. They were obviously not going to make the best dressed couple award. She looked just as confused when he told her that LoDona wanted to see both of them before the meeting began. Without too many other words they stepped onto the pads and the transporter sent them to Steele Talons. Being woken up after the night that she had had, and mysteriously ordered to report to the transporter room, was not Vanessa's idea of a good morning. When Sash told her that the mighty Admiral LoDona wanted to see them, she felt a bit shocked. She had only met the Admiral twice... and the only thing that she could think was that this was part of Wilson coming aboard. Someone met them and guided them down a series of winding hallways, into a largish office. As usual, an aid was waiting there for them. This aid looked old, but Ssh could tell that he was well trained and strong by his walk. He led them both to the door to LoDona's office, and rang the chime. The door opened and the aid gestured for them to enter. They both went in and the door closed leaving the aid outside. LoDona looked like he hadn't slept in several days. Sash had known the admiral for a period of time now. In fact he was certain that LoDona was responsible for his current position. It was the first time that he had actually seen him look... distracted, truly distracted. "Admiral," Sash said sharply, "Captain Sash and Commander Winters, reporting as ordered." Robert nodded to the two, "Captain, if you would wait outside, Myself and Mrs. Winters have a few things to talk about." Sash looked surprised, but knew that having Vanyssa come along meant that there was something in the air. He just wasn't sure if it was good news or bad. He tossed a look of concern at the admiral and then looked at Nessa. She looked concerned to. He gave her a confident wink. "Certainly Admiral, " he said, "I'll be right outside." He turned and headed for the door. He thought about requesting to stay, but knew that if Robert LoDona had wanted him to stay, he would not have asked him to leave. It has been a while since he seen LoDona, he was definitely a lot more tense than he remembered. The door closed behind him, leaving Sash with the aide. He was motioned to a chair, which he promptly took to wait patiently. ~I'm a civilian now ?!!?!?~ Vanyssa's mind frantically ran in circles as Devan caught her eye and left. Devan felt agitated to her, and unsure, so he didn't know what was going on, either. Once the Captain had left, the Admiral turned his attention to Winters, "Have a seat Commander," he said as he picked up his mug of coffee and finished it off. After the last three days of meetings, getting together with various Captains to give out emergency missions and Strategy sessions with the combined Stratops staff on the Night's Watch, he was about beat. He had six hours of sleep scheduled later today, though it would probably be interrupted. He folded his hands together after a few moments and looked at the redhead in front of him. "We have a slight problem, Commander Winters, one that we need to solve post-haste." Vanyssa waited for the words to come. He was going to throw them out of the Fleet. ~Please don't let it come to that, please~ She thought, closing her eyes and waiting for the ball to be dropped. LoDona picked up a small box on his desk, and tossed it to her. After she had caught it, he pushed a PADD across the desk to within her reaching distance. "For various reasons, lets say that I got you some jewelry and a book." he said after a few moments. "Open it," He waited, inside that standard box was a fourth pip, the PADD was her official commission as a Captain and CO of the USS Mystique. She opened her eyes and stared at him, as he pushed both across to her. He ordered her to open the small box, and she stared at the fourth pip. Then she picked up the padd and saw that she was now the Captain of the USS Mystique. She sat in complete shock for a minute, her mouth opening and closing, no words coming out. "Why?" She managed to choke out. Robert chuckled as he sat back in his chair, "I don't suppose you would accept the answer, 'because I can'?" He folded his left hand around the coffee cup, "You have enough experience to take her, and she is geared to science, so you will have plenty of time to learn her inside and out before you have to take her into combat, I intend to send you to the outer reaches for a few months until you are comfortable." He looked at her seriously for a few moments. "You have much to learn, I know that as well as you. However, you have the ability, assuming you believe it in yourself." He cocked his head to the side, "We are... In trouble, Captain. You don't have to be a strategist to see that, we need every ounce of experience we have in command, everyone who has seen any kind of combat will probably see the front lines before we are done." He sighed as he looked down at the empty mug, the horrors of Battle flashing behind his eyes from his years of experience. "You are also used to being around exploration craft, and I don't intend for this opportunity and new space to go to waste while we have a chance at it. So, you will learn to be comfortable being a Captain, and while you are learning you will blaze the path of our new home." Vanyssa nodded, looking down at the PADD. Half of her was cheering, the other half was in doubt. Everyone had told her, from the time she had started in the Fleet, that a Counselor could not be the Captain of a Starship. Part of her heard all the conversations against her going into Command, while part of her couldn't believe this was happening. "Everyone told me that there was no way a Counselor could be a Captain." She stated, very quietly. She looked up, tears almost in her eyes. "Have you decided who my first officer will be ?" She said, blinking back the tears. "Can I see her ?" Vanyssa wanted to see the ship that she was going to Command. ~Stick that in your cap, Captain Clairidge.~ She thought to herself. Robert put the empty mug aside, "You and select members will be accompanying me on the Talons to her position, which is in an ultra-secret location. There are other members of various members of the Nimitz that will be going with you, and your First Officer is the Chief Ops of Geneva, a Lieutenant Commander. He gets his orders after this meeting, and will be coming with us as well." He folded his hands together. "And whoever told you that a Counselor can't command, never saw half the Counselors I did in the fleet. There are a few I wouldn't have wanted to mess with if I didn't have too." He held up his left hand, covered in Borg Implants, and squeezed into a fist for Dramatic Effect. One didn't become an Admiral without understanding the psychological uses of dramatics, doubtless a Counselor would understand that as well. "Besides," he said in a serious tone. "There is nothing more dangerous then a motivated Counselor, should the chips fall and the Mystique be pulled into battle. Who else besides SpecOps would understand the tenants of Terror half so well, how to use it and how to fight it, as a trained psychologist?" Vanyssa looked up as the Admiral made some theatrical gestures. Then she smiled. "I learned a lot from my counterpart about the ways that Terror is used, Admiral. Both in how to use it and how to combat it. I suppose I should go tell Devan the good news." She said, sounding a little sad. She had just found him again, and they were going to be separated again. Robert nodded and stood, "I will join you in ten minutes, Captain, and you two can serve as my escort to the meeting." He took a breath and offered his hand, "Do well Captain, Fly far and fly well." Vanyssa looked down at his hand, and then shook it. "Thank you, Admiral." Then she smiled. "You aren't half as scary as they say that you are." He smiled, almost sadly. "Only to my friends, Captain. I'm hell on my enemies." Vanyssa nodded, and turned away from him. She strode confidently from the office, out into the waiting room, and wondered what she was going to tell Devan. He watched her leave and sat back down into his chair. "Scary, indeed..." he muttered. He turned to look out the port-hole, giving the two Captains their time, letting Sash put the pip on her collar rather then doing it himself. He had seen a couple reports that said they might be a couple, it wouldn't be the first couple he would break up. And, odds were, one of them at least would be dead within the year. He flexed his left hand, feeling the play of metal over his skin, the only tactile reminder of the Borg Collective and it's effort to assimilate him during his stint in the Marines as a Combat Engineer. He had meant what he said to her, there were few that understood Terror half so well as a Counselor. Only those who had lived with it all their lives could out-do such an officer, and Robert was one of them. He had lived and breathed terror for most of his career, he could apply it with an expert hand. And, after today, that is exactly what he would be doing. He was going to play Merry Hell with Doenitz's little cadre. His grin then wasn't sad in the slightly, it was anticipatory. There was work to be done, he had an orchestra to play. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2406.10.01 (USS Steele Talons- Outside LoDona's office- Captain Sash & Captain Winters- 0745) After Vanyssa had gotten her pip from the Admiral, and then dismissed, she walked back out into the waiting room, somewhat in a daze. Sash got up and walked over to her, a look of concern on his face. "He promoted me." She said, handing him the box, half in a daze, and the PADD. Sash looked at her for a long momment and then a broad smile grew across his face. He drew her into a tight embrace and lifted her from the floor. "Yes!" he cried out. "I should have known." He twirled her around in excitement. They both laughed. "I knew Robert wouldn't let me down." He put Nessa down and kissed her. "Oh excuse me," Sash said and stepped back. "I guess I should ask permission before kissing a captain." She looked up at him, his excitement grounded her. "You may kiss me all you want, Captain." She said, grinning and laughing, and crying a bit as well, all the tension leaking out of her as she leaned into his arms, taking strength from him. "The Admiral said he would be out in about ten minutes to escort us to the meeting..." She looked into his eyes, the excitement overwhelming her. "I did it!" She said excited. "I made it! Clairidge was wrong!" Sash took the box and opened it. "If you don't mind Captain," he said. Nessa lifted her head so Sash could get access to her lapel. He brushed her hair out of the way and added the fourth pip to her collar. He stood back and put out his right hand. "Congratulations, Captain Winters." Vanyssa stared down at Sash's hand, and was shivering with reaction to the way it had felt when he touched her. She grabbed his hand and pulled him close into a kiss ::Thank you, my love and my friend.:: She said to him telepathically. "You know that I'll be leaving for my ship tomorrow morning. Oh, God." She said, realizing what that meant. All the packing that she had to do. How was she going to tell Jennah? "We should talk after the meeting about...things." She spoke, her voice cracking a little bit with the stress of everything that was going to be happening. She turned around at a cough behind her, and saw the Admiral standing there. Sash looked up and smiled sheepishly. ~How long had he been standing there. You're getting old Sash.~ "Admiral," he said, "you've made a good choice here." LoDona nodded and lead the way to the conference hall. Sash and Nessa fell into step, one on either side. Sash looked behind the admiral, at Nessa. When he caught her eye he mouthed the word, "After" and winked. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2406.10.01 (USS Steel Talons - Admirals Office - Admiral Robert LoDona & Lt Peter Belina - 1000) =^=Sir, Lieutenant Belina here at your request.=^= "Very well, send him in." Robert turned in his chair as the doors opened to his office and a Lieutenant (jg) came in. Robert folded his hands together and gently rubbed the borg implants on his left hand, "Lieutenant, have a seat." Peter, quite intrigued as to why he had been called her to the Admirals Office, stood before the Admiral. He did not have time to salute and was offered the seat opposite the Admirals desk. Once he was seated he waited for the reprimand. Robert quirked his head slightly, then grabbed a PADD from his desk and activated it. "I've looked over your file, Lieutenant. You have a number of good things written about you, and a recent elevation to named Third Officer of Starbase Geneva." He looked back over again, "How do you like Geneva?" Peter was still quite nervous, but the Admiral was asking him a question, so he needed to answer. "I like it just fine sir." Peter replied. "I am enjoying my time as Third Officer, but it is still quite new to me." Peter was staring at the Admirals Borg implants, he caught himself and hoped that the Admiral had not noticed. "Thank you." He added at the end. Robert's lips quirked, and he held up his right hand. "Ugly, aren't they?" he said after a few moments, while judging the officers reaction. Very few people could avoid the implants for long, usually he would keep quiet, he was used to being stared at. In this case, it would serve a purpose. "These I got when I was young, but not quite stupid, and they have been a reminder to me through all my days that even when things are done right, events can go horribly wrong." He squeezed his fist briefly, then laid his hand back down on the desk. "There are only two things I hate, Lieutenant. Badly played music, and the Borg. I've spent my life defending the Federation, and I've paid the price. Would you be willing to pay this," he gestured to the hand again, not needing to mention that the implants ran all the way through his body. "for Starfleet and the Federation?" It wasn't a fair question, but Robert hadn't been interested in 'fair' for a very long time. Peter stared at the Admiral for a moment while he thought about his answer. "Again and again, Admiral." Peter was shocked at himself, he knew he had a heightened sense of duty, but this question had been a test for him, internally. He had already lost his mother and father for his career. She was probably a Captain by now, she had not been in contact since the split. Peter had swallowed it as a personal sacrifice, and it served him to remember that he did his duty to the Federation amd to Starfleet, even if they themselves did not recognize him as a loyal servant. He would still defend them, it was his duty. He looked again at the Borg implants and imagined them on his arm, frightening. "Sir, I would give my life for those causes that are noble and just. And there is no other cause more noble, more just than the United Federation of Planets." He felt stupid for saying it, but there was nothing wrong with loyalty. "I tend to agree Lieutenant, the rhetoric ceases to be rhetoric once you've given blood for it." He looked at the PADD once more, then reached into his pocket and pulled out a small container. "And because of that, I'm going to ask you for a sacrifice." He tossed over the container, inside were the pips necessary to make him a Lieutenant Commander. "Open it." While the officer did so, he said, "I'm going to ask you to leave your comfortable assignment at our Fleet's Headquarters, and stuff your head with command protocols." He slid the PADD over, much as he had done with Winters not long ago. His commission as Lieutenant Commander and the freshly cut orders to take up the First Officer position on the Mystique. Peter sat open mouthed, shocked at this news. He could hardly believe it. He looked up at the Admiral. "Why, sir? I have not been in the Third Officer post long enough. I don't understand!" Peter said. He couldn't move, he was excited and elated all at once. "Suffice to say that you have the necessary skills, you just need to learn some applied command. We don't have the time to train you properly, if we did I would give it to you." He drummed his fingers on the desk for a few moments. "You are being made a junior Commander, once your CO is assured at your ability, you will be given another promotion to Commander with all the appropriate trimmings." "Well, I suppose I should thank you, sir. Wow, I did not think I would be promoted so fast. I won't let you down. What ship am I going to?" Peter asked, this time more relaxed. If the Admiral said he had the ability, then he had the ability. "The Mystique," Robert said as he stood. "She was moved from Utopia Planitia just after my declaration, and her construction was finished in an ultra-secret location, which we will be departing for tomorrow morning. You have until 0700 to be back on the Talons for transport." He walked around the desk and held out his hand for the pips, then gently took them out once he had them in hand. "On your feet, Lieutenant." he said, not unkindly. Peter stood without thinking, he allowed the Admiral to place the pips on his uniform, and stood to attention. He had no idea what to say or do, but the Admiral was stood in front of him and so he stood to attention. Robert chuckled as he unclipped the hollow pip and placed a solid pip in its place, then slid the hollow pip one to the side. "Lieutenant Commander Belina," he said "Congratulations." He stuck out his hand, his face a small smile. Peter smiled, despite himself. He took the Admirals hand and shook it. "May I ask, when shall I meet my new Captain, and when will the Briefing be?" Peter was being presumptuous, but that was what a First Officer did, ask impertinent questions. Robert chuckled as he put his hands behind him. "She is on the Nimitz now, no doubt you will meet her here on the Talons tomorrow. The first ship-wide briefing will most likely be after I've delivered you two safe and sound to the Mystique, in about a weeks time. Whatever you two decide to do informally is your concern." "Well thank you Admiral. I trust you are extremely busy, so if I may, with your permission, leave to make sense of all this." Peter smiled and genuinely warmed to the Admiral, he hoped that this would be the first of many meetings with him, but knew that they would be few and far between. Robert nodded, "Aye, Commander." he said. "Be back on the Talons by 0700, you will have quarters assigned already. Dismissed!" With that Peter saluted, turned to the door and headed out. He sat down in one of the chairs and laughed. It was a strange reaction, but he had been expecting a reprimand. The Admiral himself had promoted him, that was something to write home about, but he couldn't. He swallowed the lump and headed back to Geneva. Robert watched the officer leave, then nodded and moved to look out one of his port-holes. The fleet was all around Geneva, and it was a beautiful sight. None of the ships had damage, hope was still running high and fear was at a minimum. Robert new that would change, tempers and supplies would begin to run ragged as they were pushed on all sides. Even with two more fleets joining the action at other parts, Starfleet was still exceptionally powerful, they had to be, and Robert had been a high-ranking member in making sure it stayed that way. A new day had begun. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.01 (USS Nimitz - personal quarters - Ensign Jason Dema & Cassandra Dema - 0530) It was night, Jason and his sister Cassandra were still sleeping in their bed... Well, Jason not really, he was worried about his sister, and rather he made the right choice of having her with him. afterall, it's still on a ship, with few or no other children. No doubt Jason and his sister were very close to each other, but would that be enough for Cassandra? Would he be able to replace their mother? Would he.... Then suddenly the alarm went off, it was time to pack, and leave the Nimitz. Jason got up, looking at his sister that slept through the alarm. "Hey Cassie, time to wake up." Cassandra moaned, she was still very sleepy, but Jason finally got her up. They took their things and before Jason walked out he went to his computer and sended the mail he wrote ahead, to all his fellow crewmates, to let them know he was proud of beeing part of such a fine crew, and that he left and that everyone took a place in his heart. "Time to go." Jason said, and they went to the ship Steele Talons. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.01 (Steele Talons - Ensign Jason Dema & Cassandra Dema - 0628) Jason stepped directly to Vanyssa once he saw her. "Reporting for duty Vanyssa." Jason knew that Vanyssa would hear the doubt in his voice, either that or she could read his doubts. (reply Vanyssa) (posted by Anthony Struelen) ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.01 (Steele Talons - Transporter Room - CO Captain Vanyssa Winters - 0628) "Reporting for duty Vanyssa." Vanyssa, who had been standing in the transporter room, greeting her staff as they came on board frowned. She looked around her, and say that her First Officer and the Ops Officer on board the Talons were handling getting people sorted out. Vanyssa leaned down to Jennah. "Take Cassie to our Quarters to play, ok?" Vanyssa told her daughter. "Ensign, lets take a walk." Vanyssa said, motioning him out of the room. "Ensign, yesterday, I told you that I expected proper Starfleet behaviour out of you." She began. "Do you remember this ?" (reply) "Excellent." She spoke, softly, quietly and positively. "Do you think that coming into the Transporter Room on a ship and calling your Commanding Officer by her first name, in a room full of other Officers, was proper command procedure ?" (reply) "Do you think that you were setting a good example as a Senior Officer ?" (reply) "Then why did you do it ?" (reply) "Ensign, This is my second warning about your behaviour. It will improve, or you will find yourself on punishment detail and attending a class in your off-time on appropriate Starfleet behaviour. Do you understand me ?" She said, her voice growing hard. (reply) "Please report into your Quarters, and settle in with your sister. The First Officer will be scheduling meetings with all the senior staff. Please take the next couple of days and review the appropriate documentation on Starfleet behaviour, as well as the documentation on the Mystique's weaponry and deck plans. That is all, Ensign, dismissed." (reply) Vanyssa watched Ensign Dema walk away, wondering what she was going to do with him. He just wasn't getting it. There was a fine line between being an Officer and being a Friend. She hoped that he would take the hint, being cold and hard wasn't in her nature. Part of her ached at having to speak to him the way she did. She shook her head and headed back for her Quarters. She had a mound of paperwork to attend to that was probably multiplying by the very second. It constantly amazed her that useless things like paperwork seemed to breed, while other, nicer things did not. Probably just one of those laws of the Universe. (reply Dema, any) ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.01 (Steele Talons - Transporter Room - Ensign Jason Dema - 0629) "Ensign, lets take a walk." Vanyssa said, motioning him out of the room. "Ensign, yesterday, I told you that I expected proper Starfleet behaviour out of you." She began. "Do you remember this ?" "Yes I do." "Excellent." She spoke, softly, quietly and positively. "Do you think that coming into the Transporter Room on a ship and calling your Commanding Officer by her first name, in a room full of other Officers, was proper command procedure ?" "No I don't." "Do you think that you were setting a good example as a Senior Officer ?" Then suddenly Jason remembered they weren't alone in the room, but he got to focused on Vanyssa, that he forgot about all the rest beeing in there... "I guess I wasn't." "Then why did you do it ?" "I didn't knew if we were allready on duty or off duty... and I was focused on you and guess I forgot about the rest....." "Ensign, This is my second warning about your behaviour. It will improve, or you will find yourself on punishment detail and attending a class in your off-time on appropriate Starfleet behaviour. Do you understand me ?" She said, her voice growing hard. "Yes Ma'am." "Please report into your Quarters, and settle in with your sister. The First Officer will be scheduling meetings with all the senior staff. Please take the next couple of days and review the appropriate documentation on Starfleet behaviour, as well as the documentation on the Mystique's weaponry and deck plans. That is all, Ensign, dismissed." "As you command." Jason then walked out and went to his quarters to unpack his things and then to check the weaponry on the ship. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.01 (Steele Talons - quarters - Ensign Jason Dema & Cassandra Dema - 0650) Jason arrived at his quarters to see his sister allready busy unpacking, so Jason came in to help out, and shortly after it was done. "Let's go play." Cassandra said. "I'm sorry, but first I have to check the weapons and tactical data on the mystique, but I'll be free after I report it to the Captain." "Oooh, oooh, may I come too? I wanna see her too, she seems nice." Cassia winked at Jason while giving him little pushes with her elbow. Jason started to blush. "Well, yeah, you could say that." "Jason is in love, Jason is in love." "Stop it, no I'm not." and with that Jason started to tickle his sister wich started to become a real wrestling fight, with pillows as the favourite weapon. Then suddenly Cassie turned jason on his back and climbed on top of him and put her knee on his groin. "Okay stop, I give up, I give up." Jason shouted "Haha, I win, you lose, I win, you lose." Cassie started to dance around the room yelling that she won." As Jason got up, he still felt a bit of pain. "Yes you did, but please, don't do that again, it kinda hurts. And now I got to work a little." "Okies." Cassie said, and then very silently: "Loverboy." "Cassie." Jason blushed again while going to his computer and checking the data of the mystique. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.01 (Steele Talons - quarters - Ensign Jason Dema & Cassie Dema - 0730) After making a report of the mystique Jason turned to Cassie who was exploring the room a bit and testing the holo-screen. "Okay, I'm done, shall we go and meet the Captain?" Cassie jumped up. "Yes Yes, let's go." So they walked out and headed to the Captain's quarters. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.01 (Steele Talons - Captain's quarters - Ensign Jason Dema & Cassie Dema - 0736) Jason knocked on the door. (reply Vanyssa) "Captain, sorry for bringing my sister with me but she wanted to see you, I hope it's okay, and I have made a report about the Mystique as you wanted." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.01 (Steele Talons - Captain's quarters - CO Captain Vanyssa Winters - 0738) Jason knocked on the door. "Come in!" Vanyssa called, watching her daughter try to build cards into a house. It was supposed to test patience and dexterity, but personally, to Vanyssa, it was teaching anxiety and frustration. "Captain, sorry for bringing my sister with me but she wanted to see you, I hope it's okay, and I have made a report about the Mystique as you wanted." Vanyssa looked at Cassandra and Ensign Dema. "At ease, Ensign." She said, motioning for him to have a seat. "How are you, Cassandra?" Vanyssa asked, quietly. "Do you like the Talons so far?" (reply Cassandra) Jennah hopped up and ran over, the card house toppling over and going all over the floor. "Cassie!!!!" Jennah cried out, laughing. (reply) Vanyssa turned her attention to Dema. "Ensign, I think that you should meet with Ms. Rilley and discuss Cassandra's studies at some point. As you know, she will be the teacher for the few children on board the Mystique." Vanyssa then looked down at the PADD. "Good work, Ensign." She said, initialing it and handing it back to him. "Is there anything else?" --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.01 (Steele Talons - Captain's quarters - Ensign Jason Dema - 0738) Jason knocked on the door. "Come in!" Vanyssa called, watching her daughter try to build cards into a house. It was supposed to test patience and dexterity, but personally, to Vanyssa, it was teaching anxiety and frustration. "Captain, sorry for bringing my sister with me but she wanted to see you, I hope it's okay, and I have made a report about the Mystique as you wanted." Vanyssa looked at Cassandra and Ensign Dema. "At ease, Ensign." She said, motioning for him to have a seat. "How are you, Cassandra?" Vanyssa asked, quietly. "Do you like the Talons so far?" "It sure is, well, actually, I'm just glad to be here with my brother." Jennah hopped up and ran over, the card house toppling over and going all over the floor. "Cassie!!!!" Jennah cried out, laughing. "Jennah!!!!!" Cassie yelled and started laughing and playing too Jason's eyes glared to see his sister play with Jennah, it was a most entertaining event. Vanyssa turned her attention to Dema. "Ensign, I think that you should meet with Ms. Rilley and discuss Cassandra's studies at some point. As you know, she will be the teacher for the few children on board the Mystique." Jason totally distracted by the 2 playing didn't heard a word that Vanyssa said. ~Am I really doing the right thing for her?~ he thought for himself. (reply Vanyssa) Vanyssa then looked down at the PADD. "Good work, Ensign." She said, initialing it and handing it back to him. "Is there anything else?" ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.01 (USS Steel Talons - Admirals Office - Admiral Robert LoDona, Captain Richard Ian Lee & 1st Lt Richard Ian Lee - 1120) Rich looked at the aide with a quirked eyebrow, and the Betazoid just looked right back at him. After a few moments of silence, the Aide finally said. "Admiral LoDona will see you, 1st Lieutenant." "My thanks," the Marine finally said as he turned to the doors. Without missing a beat he stepped forward, and through them when they opened. The office was large, it was a double office and strategy room, and it had a couple couches off to the side for what looked like informal meetings. Rich paused inside and looked around, this was the first time he would be in the presence of the Fleet Admiral, or anywhere near his flagship. The Office itself was simple, the only overt decoration he could see were a couple Marine unit patches near the desk. That wasn’t surprising, Rich knew LoDona had started his career as a Marine, a Combat Engineer. The man himself was bent over a tactical map off to the side of the room, rather then behind the desk. The entire console was glowing, and off to the side was a 3d holographic representation of *some* area in space. He put his hands behind his back and spread his feet just-so, and announced "1st Lieutenant Richard Ian Lee, reporting as ordered." LoDona didn’t so much as twitch a muscle, just remained bent over the table looking at something closely. "I rather figured, Lieutenant." he said eventually. "Had you been an aide, you would already be talking my ear off. And, had you been an assassin, one of the two of us would already be dead." The Admiral looked over his shoulder then, then gestured with a head movement to the table. "Join me, we need some words." Rich took two steps, then half-turned as the door opened again. He did a double-take and blinked his eyes a few times. Sure enough, he hadn't seen wrong, standing before him was a perfect copy of himself, except for a few different scars on the face, and the number of pips on the uniform. The first lieutenant snapped to attention, but couldn’t keep the confused look from his face. The other Rich Lee chuckled, "Don't ask, its as odd for me as for you." "Yes yes, come already you two." the Fleet Admiral said from the other side of the room. "You two can get together and chat when you're off the clock." Both Lee's walked over and stood next to the table, the Captain directly across and Lee to the side. Once he got a look at the table, he whistled and concentrated on what he was seeing, it was a full Tactical layout of the 52nd. Robert, who was leaning on one hand looking at the map, said. "Lieutenant; this is, of course, Captain Richard Ian Lee, my head of Strategic Operations on the Night's Watch. Captain, 1st Lieutenant Lee of the Nimitz." The Fleet Admiral looked up a moment later when neither Lee answered, both were intent on the map. Captain Lee had, of course, seen it before... He probably looked at it more then Robert himself did. It was all new information for the Marine though. Robert inwardly chuckled, even in alternate universes people thought the same. The Marine, had his life been different, would (and still could) end up much like the Captain here. "I brought you both here at the same time for a good reason, I intend to give this Grunt here a promotion, and give Stratops another operative." "Sir?" both of them said at once. They paused, and looked at each other. The 1st Lieutenant said, "Sir, with all do respect, Ill keep quiet until you speak." He looked slightly unnerved, but then again, so did the Captain. Robert, on the other hand, was clearly enjoying himself as he looked between the two of them. Captain Lee gestured to the Marine, "I'm just a spectator for the moment." The Marine nodded his head, then turned to the stone-faced Admiral. "You were saying, Sir?" Robert took a PADD from the table-top and handed it over. "Two things, you are transferring to the USS Mystique and putting together a new demi-company. And, secondly, you will be an acting advisor to Strategic Operations in terms of Marine strength. You are one of our more experienced officers, and one of five I'm tapping for their knowledge." The Marine grunted as he took the PADD, "Pleasure & Pain, huh?" he said as he scrolled. "Who else are ou tapping?" "Colonel T'Vanek of Geneva, Major Dorkin who will be on the Nimitz soon, Colonel Masters of the Angelfire, Brigadier Donna'wa of the Stormbringer, and finally Brigadier Ja'lin of the Thunderchild." The Marine Rich grunted again, "Big names, I know a couple of em anyway." his eyebrows went up again as he looked at the PADD. "A double promotion?" he said as he looked up. The Admiral nodded and tossed over a small box. "For the special projects, you needed a little more then 1st Lieutenant to play ball, even if it would be the perfect rank for a demi-company." Captain Lee cleared his throat, "I've already had Stratops codes installed onto the Mystique, and your Captain will be informed that you are going to get the occasional classified subspace communiqués." He looked at the Admiral for a second, then looked back. "At least for the time being, the ship probably won't be operating under Radio Silence, so it won't be an issue. I have her marked in the fleet as pure exploration for the moment, only an emergency will change the nature of her missions." The Marine looked at the box in his hand and popped it open. ~Two stars and a bar, my my.~ he thought. "Alright, I accept." he said, looking up again. "When do I pack?" ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.01 (USS Nimitz, FO's Office, Captain Vanyssa Winters & Ensign Jason Dema, 1302) "Ensign, I'm glad to see you, please have a seat." Vanyssa gestured with her hand from the box she was packing on the floor. Jason went on to sit down and noticed the mess in the room, it looked like Vanyssa was moving, and then when she sat down on her desk, Jason noticed something different... "Is that a fourth pip on your uniform? No one tols me that Sash was fired." Jason saw that Vanyssa smiled. "I've had a discussion with Captain Sash, and if you would like to follow me to the Mystique, you would be welcome." "The Mystique? What's that? Where is that and why me? And what about my sister?" Vanyssa grinned. "The USS Mystique is an Akira class starship. I, and my Officers leave tomorrow morning aboard yonder Steel Talons for her, and I am to be her Captain. Why you, that Ensign, is a complex question." She got comfortable. "You are wasted here, with very little hope of advancement. I trust you, you have proven to be an honorable man. I know that I can lean on you in an Emergency. I would like you to be my Chief of Security, if you want the job, that is. As for your sister, my daughter and her Goveness will be coming with me. She is welcome to study with them." Jason's eyes got wider as soon as he heard the name Akira... "An Akira class? A real Akira class? Offcourse I will join you." Jason got totally excited of the news that he started dancing around yelling and doing goofy, but then, he realised he was making a fool out of himself. "Oh, I'm sorry, I got a bit excited there, but I thank you for your trust in me, and I'm sure my sister will be happy to hear the news, and thank you for the promotion." ~He's so young.~ Vanyssa thought to herself, watching him. He would probably die in the coming war, and under her command. Her eyes shadowed over at the thought of how many people were going to die. "What do you know about the Akira class?" Vanyssa asked curiously. "To be honest, I had never heard of it until the Admiral mentioned it to me...and I haven't had time to look up the specs yet." Jason noticed something in her eyes, he didn't really know what, but he could tell that she was concerned about something, so he tried to cheer her up a bit. "I think I'd better let you read the stats as I may forget to mention something, cause knowing your ship is very important, but I can tell you this, with an Akira, your survival is guaranteed." Vanyssa frowned. "What do you mean, Ensign ?" She wondered. Survival was never guaranteed in Starfleet. That was part of the job description. "And Ensign, I expect that your behavior will improve, and you will stop the silliness as part of my senior staff. If you do not, I will have to assign you punishment detail, and that is something that I really do not want to have to do. I asked for you specifically, please don't let my faith in you down." Vanyssa candidly dealt with the one thing that truly bothered her about Dema, his clownish behavior. It would stop. "I'm sorry Sir, I'll keep it under control, I just wanted to improve your confidence as it looked like it was getting down a bit." Vanyssa grinned. "Then, in private, Ensign, you may act as silly as you want. I have a habit of being much too serious at times, and David...." and with that she choked back tears that had been threatening all morning. "Let's just say that he spent a lot of time cheering me up, too. " She grinned. "I suggest that you go collect your sister, Ensign, and pack your Quarters. On my authorization, you may arrange a site to site transport of your luggage between here and the Steel Talons's Quarters. I have alerted the Ops staff to have a two bedroom suite available for you." And then, Vanyssa rose from behind her antique cherry desk. "The Talons leaves tomorrow morning at 0700. Please report in at 0630 to me, aboard her. Dismissed, Ensign, and enjoy your last day aboard the Nimitz. I have relieved you of duty." "Will do Sir, see you tomorrow at 0630." Jason stood up and go closer to Vanyssa. "Also in private, and since I'm now off duty..." Jason took Vanyssa by her shoulders and pulled her closer and gave her a hug. "Everything will be okay, don't worry about it." Jason said, and with that and a smile, he walked out of the room. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.01 (USS Steel Talons - Admirals Quarter, Admirals Office - Admiral LoDona & Ambassador Tar-Thurian - 1400) Ana had recently arrived at Geneva to only be told that she was to report to Admiral LoDona immediately upon her arrival. She had received a secret summons from Admiral LoDona and she had no understanding why he wanted her. She had not even met this Admiral and from what she had heard, he was a rogue. He had pulled the 52nd fleet away from where they had been in what she had found out from her sources, a disagreement with Doenitz. Most of the fleet could not understand what was going on either and had went with what Doenitz had told them. She could have ignored his summons, but, she wanted to find out just why such an important person as LoDona had done such a treasonous act. So, she had taken her Danube ship and left Earth without telling anyone, especially those that worked with Doenitz and headed for Geneva. She had found that the Station had moved as the Admiral had said it had and she had no problem finding if from what the Admiral had given her. As she left Geneva with her aid in tow, she haded for the USS Talons and her meeting. Ana docked with the USS Talons and as her aid was taking care of the ship, as she had no idea whether or not she would need it or not after her discussion. The Talons was a great ship from what she saw as she headed for the Admirals office, which she had found by stopping at a terminal and inquiring. People watched as she made her way up into the ship as if they had not seen an Efrosian before and she guessed that maybe they had not. She wore her finiest Warrior-Priest robe as Starfleet had granted her the option to wear. It resembled the finest Japanese robe that she had seen but had a bit more room in case she had to move in defense of herself. Finally arriving at the outer office of the Admiral, she saw he had a Commander as his aid and walked up to him. "I am Ambassador Anastasia Tar-Thurian. I have a meeting with the admiral is he in?" The commander stood as she had approached and saw that his tag named him, Carval. "Yes Ambassador he has been expecting you, just one second and I will let him know you are here." Commander Carval replied. "Thanks Commander." She replied and looked around the office which she noticed was sparingly equiped. "Ambassador, you are cleared to enter." Carval told her after a brief talk with whom she supposed was the Admiral. "Thank you commander" she replied with a smile as she turned to walk up to the door. As it opened she walked in to see a rather distinguished looking gentleman rising to greet her. "Admiral LoDona, I presume? It is indeed an honor to meet you." she said as she came close to him. Robert stood as the Ambassador came in, "Ambassador Tar-Thurian, it is a pleasure." he said. "I was afraid you wouldnt want to see me." He didnt say why, he didnt need to. She was a diplomat, she knew just how undiplomatic he had been lately, some things were better left unsaid. "Can I get you anything to drink?" "Yes please a cup of tea please. You know I have become quite fond the stuff since I have been on Earth." She Answered him with a smile and a slight bow to him. "You have caused quite a stir amongst your fellow admirals. I almost decided that I would not come, but, something intrigued me about you, which I had to satisfy." She walked over to the couch that was in the room and sat down to wait on the admiral. "I guess I should ask you, Admiral, is why you took your fleet and seemed to split from Starfleet? Is that part of the reason you have summoned me? To explain?" She smiled and accepted the offered tea taking a sip from it. "Hmm good" Robert chuckled very dryly as he tapped a command for tea, and watched it materialize. Once she had finished, he took a moment to think and said, "I think, Ambassador, you hold something of a gift for understatement. If I know some of those admirals, they are ripping out their hair. I can't say I blame them, I didnt have a chance to do as much as I would have liked before I had to flee with the fleet." He handed her the cup and sat back on the desk itself facing her, a conscious gesture to look informal. "I would be more then willing to tell you everything, I have a feeling if you decide to stay that your services will be required. I don't seek to upend the Federation, but there were things I learned about Doenitz which proves that the Federation was already being flipped inside out." He took a breath and looked at her, "I will give you proof once Im done, but the short of it is that Doenitz has been placing people in command and slowing taking over the fleet. Including, I might add, destroying Starfleet ships that got in his way or had served his purpose. The Nimitz was the one that tripped me onto the subject, only some fortuitous events saved her." He looked out the window briefly, "I sent a message with a lot of the information I gathered to all the fleet commanders, and I took the 52nd out to keep it from being disbanded and destroyed. I don't want a civil war, but I don't think I will be able to avoid it." He looked back, "Im not fighting to gain control, Im fighting to remove him and his taint." Ana watched the Admiral's body language as she listened to him as she was pretty good at reading how people are when they lie. From what she was seeing from him was a sincerity of what he had to do and she noticed that she thought of the words 'had to' from his demeanor. She was very curious about this information that he was telling her as there had been no dissemination of it from what she knew. She thought that either Doenitz had intercepted what the admiral had sent out or Doenitz had been able to keep the fleet quite about it. She also knew that information of this sort would have had a very detrimental effect on the people of the federation. "Admiral, why did you not bring this to the Council if you are so convinced the evidence is geniune?" She asked after a bit of digesting what he had said. "Because, it would have taken nothing for him to grab the council immediatly and throw the Federation into a full-scale civil war before any chance for resistance could be built." He spread his hands, "I have the 52nd here, ready now. Two other fleets have called in as well, lending support. As of this moment, we have defendable grounds and the seeds of resistance should he do so anyway, which I would imagine will happen if he starts taking losses and getting unanswerable questions." He folded his hands back together again, and rubbed at the borg-implants in an unconscious gesture as he considered his words, "The longer this stays from the public, the more chance we have of removing him quietly and forestalling the blow to the confiedence everyone has in Starfleet. IF I can take care of this quietly, I will. I just don't see that happening, I hope Im wrong. If it turns out everything I found from all over the fleet is fabricated, Ill be the first to put myself up as a traitor." He shook his head, "Its not false though, I made very sure. And, I am not a traitor." Ana could see that this admiral was one that, if he had still been in the fleet and nothing like this had happened, would probably run starfleet in the future. She was not sure now what his future would be or of those that decided to take him at his word about the evidence that he had. She was not so sure that Doenitz could have taken the council, but she was unsure of some that were on it. She had seen things that she did not understand, but, she had kept out of it as it had not been correct for her to ask. "Admiral are you telling me that you think that the council has been subverted?" She asked wide eyed. "Do you have any evidence if you are?" "No doubt, I have a couple names, but I didnt have access to many council records, just Starfleet records." he said, "I have programs in motion to discover jut that. But, Ambassador, I wasnt talking about subverting the council. I was talking about bald force, taking the council and putting the Federation under Martial Law. There are a couple distant laws that allow Starfleet to put Earth under Martial Law in the event of an Emergency, a large-scale defection would certainly qualify. I caught him well before he would want to do so though, that he hasnt done so combined with the intel Ive been getting says he isnt far now though, he has been moving pieces into place since the 52nd took off en-masse for this area." Ana's face must have turned white as a sheet at what the Admiral had just said and it bothered her. Her sense of right and wrong flared up which was threatening to burn her alive. She could not believe such a person could be alive that would do such things, even to his own people. Something had to be done to stop him and from what she had heard so far, the Admiral was the answer to saving a lot of people. If what he was saying could be proved then she had to help him prove it. "What is it that you need of me Admiral?" She said finally after recovering and regaining her composure. Robert quirked his head, "Your skills," he said. "And your moderation. For three reasons, in fact." He brought up a hand and extended one finger, "Until things come to a head, we are in a new area and we have to make friends with any locals. Second, we are not the only ones to have ever explored this area, there are some of the better known governments here, Romulans and Klingons and Ferengi.. oh my." He sat forward, "And, third. Whatever happens, we are going to need a calm voice once we start talking with Earth again, we will need a level headed diplomat who is well known to speak our side of the truth. Me, Im a War-horse and everyone knows it. My past history is definatly of the warrior-persuasion, and I can think of a dozen excuses right off the top of my head why I might have 'defected', if I have someone well known speaking for the cause, then my warrior's mentality will not be nearly the issue as otherwise." Ana got up and walked to the window to peer out and think about what he had just stated. After a few moments she turned to the Admiral and looked him straight in the eyes. "I understand the warriors mentality Admiral as I am not only an Ambassador, I was first a warrior-Priest for my people and in some ways I still am. Being said that, it also may come in handy in the long run for you." She paused to contemplate her next statement to him. "Admiral, I understand what you have just said and I agree that you will need a level head to speak for you. Not only with the ones that you meet out here, but when you do go back and try to explain what happened. I hope you do plan on doing that one day." she looked at him questioningly before continuing, "I will join your, how they call it, merry band of warriors, but only to see what you do and to record it so I can one day speak either for you or against you. Are you willing to agree to that?" LoDona inclinded his head, "I can survive with it. We are launching a new ship, for now we are putting her on the rim to train her command staff, I don't intend for her to go into battle immediatly. For a start, that would be the place to put you, if you are agreeable." "I am agreeable with that Admiral, with one stipulation, I want a copy of your evidence that caused you to do what you have done. I will ensure that it does not fall into the wrong hands." She replied not sure if he was trusting her enough to let her have a copy of his data to examine. "And then just point me to the captain of your new vessel and I will be on my way." she pondered a moment before he answered, "Admiral, I was not sure what or who I would find when I arrived. I am honored to have listened to my gut feelings and came to hear what you had to say." Robert nodded, and after a few moments of thought, turned and punched a button on his desk. "See that the Ambassador gets a full copy of the evidence against Doenitz before she leaves." =^=Aye, Admiral=^= He turned back, "I will get you more as it comes, we are recieving tid-bits as we go. But my own stipulation, is that I will not tell you our fleet manuvers or data-sources until you fully sign with us, I will not endager my own ships and men should you decide to go back." He straignted, "The ship is the Mystique, I will be taking her CO later tomorrow to the ship, so I will have quarters assigned to you here on the Talons." "Agreed Admiral and that would be nice. I look forward to meeting the Captain on the morrow. If you can have someone escort me to my quarters until then." She said as she reached out to shake his hand. Robert took her hand, "No, thank you, Ambassador." he said, before gently putting a hand on her back in accepted fashion to show her the door. "Every little bit helps, and Id rather diplomacy at this point." The door opened to let them out, and Robert gestured to one of his Aides. "See that the Ambassador gets quarters in the Ambassadorial section." he said. Since this was a fleet flagship, it had a few more of the enemities of comfort then most ships. He turned back to her, "I am available at most times, if you have questions or concerns." "Until later then Admiral" she replied then started for the commander to retrieve the information that he had for her. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate 2406.10.05 (USS Steel Tallons, Captain Winters' Quarters, Captain Vanyssa Winters & FO Lt. Cmdr. Peter Belinia, 1040) Vanyssa had spent the morning carefully explaining to Jennah the reason they had to leave the Nimitz and her beloved Captain Sash. Needless to say, Vanyssa's twelve year old daughter wasn't taking the change very well. She was off with her Governess, exploring the ship. Vanyssa had been going through the files of the people to be transferred from the various ships, but hadn't had a chance to meet any of them yet. The person she really wanted to meet was her First Officer, a Mr. Peter Belinia. Oddly enough, Vanyssa, a former Counsellor, felt vaguely shy about meeting him. She looked up as the chime sounded. "Come!" She stated, in a very confident voice that belied the shaking that her insides were doing. Peter was now all settled in. His departure from Geneva had been huried, and he did not have time to say all his goodbyes. So he had sent letters to the various members of the crew he had left behind. He had read over the PADD with his commission on over and over, he still couldn't believe it. He had been handed seven PADD's upon his arrival on the Talons, most were information on Command procedures. He had briefly read over them, but he had an entire week to memorise them. He was happy that he had this oportunity to serve the Fleet. "Computer, locate Captain Winters." Peter asked. =/\=Captain Winters is in her quaters=/\= Replied the computer. Peter stood, and headed towards her quaters, he was looking forward to meeting her. Peter stood outside the Captains quaters and pressed the chime. "Come!" Boomed the Captains voice. Peter stepped through the now open doors and allowed them to close behind him. "Lieutenant Commander Belinia, your new First Officer." He said. Vanyssa smiled at her new first Officer. "I'm very pleased to meet you." She said rising and offering him her hand. "Please have a seat. I know very little about you and vice-versa. Please tell me about yourself?" Peter sat in the seat he was offered. "Thank you...er....sir?" He enquired, he had never had a female CO before. As the Captain also sat in her seat Peter began to talk. "There really isn't much to tell, really. My entire family was in Starfleet. My mother is the First Officer of the USS Endeavour, my father is a theoretical scientist and specialises in warp theory. I suppose you would say that I was the product of a scientific experiment." Peter laughed at that memory, it had been a long time since he had thought of his family. "My mother used to say that Starfleet gave them the perfect marriage. They never saw each other and so I never really saw them either. I joined Starfleet out of a desire to do the right thing, but it was also to keep my parents quiet. Then, about a year ago, I graduated from the Academy, was posted to Geneva, and now here we are. That's me in a nutshell, well actually this is me in a nutshel; 'Help, help, I'm in a ruddy great nutshell, help. What kind of nut has a shell this big anyway?'" Peter did the motions as if he were stuck in a nutshel and laughed when he was done. He never got the opportunity to be funny on Geneva, it was always work, work, work. Vanyssa laughed. "Wow." She said. She had been in the service about seven years before they had made her the First Officer. Now she had someone barely a year out of the Academy. "A little about me. My name is Vanyssa Winters, I have two daughters, one named Jennah, the other is on Betazed, her name is Kat. I was married to the MCO of the USS Nimitz before he was injured in the line of duty and died." She closed her eyes very briefly against the pain that that particular thought brought her. "Despite the fact that I don't look it, I am a Betazoid. I am bringing some crew with me from the Nimitz, but we can discuss this later. Suffice it to say, Commander, that despite your relative youth, I expect you to act professional at all times while we are on-duty. Off duty, you are welcome to make any jokes that you wish. In fact, you may find a soul mate in Mr. Dema in that regard." And she smiled briefly at the thought. "To be honest, I'm a little uncertain I should be here. I'm scared. I've only been the First Officer for a couple of months and now I am dumped here, with my own command, with someone a year out of the Academy to be the person I need to lean on. I'm scared to death, Commander." She got up. Betazoids always shared their feelings, and she would share them with him, now, in private. "I would like to be your friend, I would like us to be a team." She got up and walked over to the window to look out at the stars. She turned back around and smiled. ::You are doing fine.:: Vanyssa heard Riven from across the ship. She smiled at his reassuring words. "I understand you reluctance Captain, I would feel the same if I were in your position. We should trust in the judgement of our superiors and that their faith in our abilities is justified. I intend to prove them correct." Peter said as the Captain moved to the window. As she returned he added, "I also would like to become your friend, and confidante. You can trust that I will be every bit the Commander on duty, and every bit a friend off duty too." Vanyssa nodded. "Maybe I will tell you about the Nimitz, one day." She spoke quietly. "We should go over the crew." She said, regaining her focus. "I would like to start with.... " She said, looking down at her files. "I lost my train of thought." She looked up and grinned. "Ah yes, Mr. Dema." She said, pulling out her file on him. "i requested his transfer from the Nimitz because he seems to be a very good tactician. I am of the opinion that I have seen too much death in my life and would prefer to end things without loss of life to my crew." She said. "He also has a quite whacky sense of humor, and some problems with Starfleet protocol. I would like you to schedule some sessions with him, and help him overcome these. He is going to be a brilliant Officer, in time, and I want him to become one." She smiled and waited for the Commander's reply. Peter looked down at his PADD and saw the name. "I will make a note of that." He said in response to the Captain's first comments. "And I will also look for a potential sidekick in him!" He smiled at her in a classic 'You are going to regret this' way. Vanyssa nodded. This was something that was normally done with the Counsellor, and not the Captain. She was a Counsellor, she was the Captain, and she knew these people pretty well, some of them. She didn't have a Counsellor yet, and it would be good training for her FO to see how one of these should be done. "Next I'd like to discuss the marines." She said. "Major Lee is a good friend of mine, and he is well capable of training these people into a Company. I know that his squad is very well trained. I want you to liase with him and keep up to date on the training reports from him. There will inevitably be problems with the marines, drinking and brawling. When that happens, I will need you to adjudicate that." Vanyssa leaned back in her chair, thinking. Most of these people had not been through an invasion. She had seen three in her life. "I want you to also schedule some drills with the Major. I've been through three invasions of the starships I've been on, and I want to make sure that if it happens again, my crew is prepared. Again, do variations on the drills. Keep me informed." Peter started to write on his PADD all the information he was going to have to remember. This was all new to him and he did not want to let the Captain down before they even left spacedoack. "I will organise something with the Major and his men as soon as we arrive." He started to note some ideas down. "I will keep you appraised of any decisions we decide to make regarding that." Peter started to relax a bit now, as they were both getting to know one another. He waited for the Captain to speak. "I feel a little uncomfortable about having a Romulan aboard." Vanyssa said, shivering despite herself. "However I do agree to it's necessity. The Romulans have explored this sector of space, and it would be good to have one of them on board. However, some of the crew will take exception to it. We don't have a Counsellor yet, but I want you to be aware of it. How do you feel, personally about having a Romulan on board ?" Peter was taken back a little by this, but thought that he should be as honest as she was. "Personally, Captain, I hate the Romulans. I chose not to say anything about Captain Rofellian, but I hated almost every second of the first few months. I learnt to swallow the anger and hatred I held for his kind after a while. I will be as dutiful in me First Officer position so as not to offend this person, under the Articles of the Federation, we, as Starfleet Officers have a duty to uphold all the rights of all sentient beings. I for one, personally, do not agree that we should extend this coutesy to the Romulans, but these people are in Starfleet and we owe them the same loyalty as they give us." Peter waited for the Captains reaction. Vanyssa nodded. "I'm glad to hear you say that. Lt. Hhril has been in Starfleet for several years and his loyalty has been proven. He will be our Chief of Operations, please include him in your liasons with the Marines." Vanyssa looked down the list of crew members. "We will be getting several young Ensigns straight out of the Academy. Their loyalty has not been proven. I would like you to assign them mentors in their division, and meet with their division heads on a Quarterly basis to review their progress. The first year out of the Academy is the most important in my opinion, and that is what will shape them into good or bad Starfleet Officers. I want all of my crew to be good. Mr. Keswick, the Assistant Tactical Chief may need some help settiling into his position. Again, speak with Mr. Dema about it." "I will make anote to speak with all the new Ensigns and theri department chiefs, I want them to be as loyal to you as they are to Starfleet. Some of them may know about the split, but some may not so I will keep a guarded eye on them fo any sign of espionage." Peter was begining to feel a little out of his depth, but ws determined to see it through. It was only his first day as FO and they were not even on the ship yet. Vanyssa leaned back and thought about things for a few minutes. "Arrange a meeting between Mr. Radchenko, our new Doctor and Mr. Hhril once we reach the ship. I want to make sure that sickbay is completely stocked for any emergency. If necessary, we will make a side-trip to Geneva to take on supplies." She nodded as she continued to scan her list of senior officers. "I will make that a priority. If we do need to swing by Geneva may I also suggest that we order the crew some R and R, for a day maybe? We do not know how long we will be gone, and it will give the newbies a chance to have some fun, before the real isolation kickes in." Peter was being presumptuous, but he was thinking of the welfare of the young officers, he did not want to have them mopeing around for six months while there was work to be done. "We will be somewhat unusual in that we will be having an Ambassador on board. Please liason with Ms. Tar-Thurian at some point to see if there is anything that she will require. She will be on level with the Chief Counsellor of the ship, and the two should get to know each other, once one is found. As I've said, I prefer to talk my way out of situations, rather than fight." "An Ambassador, I will certainly enjoy that." Peter said sarcastically. He knew how awkward these negotiators could be. Vanyssa looked into his eyes. "I think that is everything." She leaned back in her chair as her daughter and the Governess came back into her Quarters. Vanyssa leaned down to give Jennah a hug. "Commander, this is Jennah Winters-Dark, my daughter and her Governess, Ms. Leona Rilley. Ms. Rilley will be our schoolteacher for the few children that will be on board the Mystique. Jennah, this is my First Officer, Mr. Peter Belenia. " "How do you do, Commander." Jennah said curtsying. "I hope that you like working with my mother." The little girl with the brown hair and dark brown eyes said. "I am certain that I will." Peter replied with a smile. He turned back to Vanessa. "Well, if that is all Captain. I must attend to arranging these meetings. I will see you again, today?" He asked as he stood. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate 2406.10.07 (USS Steele Talons - Personal Quaters; Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia & Ensign Jason Dema; 10:00) Peter was sat reading his PADD containing the crew manifest, when there was a knock at the door. ~Novel and punctual, I like that!~ He tought. "Come!" He yelled. The confident Ensign strode into the room. "Good morning Ensign, please take a seat at my desk. Would you like a drink?" "I'll just have plain water, I kinda got a sore throat, must've swallowed a bug last night." Peter, laughing, rose and headed towards the replicator and ordered the drinks. Once Peter had returned to his desk, he placed the drinks down and picked up his PADD. He was silent for a while, making the tension tighter. Jason took a sip from his drink while waiting for the first word from the commander. He noticed he was building tension, but it took more than that to put pressure on Jason. "I see from your record that you were posted to the USS Nimitz, how did you find that?" "Well, altough it was short, I did meet a few good crewmembers, and I enjoyed working with them." "Well, I am glad to hear that you enjoyed it so much. You are the new CTSO of the USS Mystique. tell me, how do you feel about that?" "Well, I'm honoured that Vanyssa asked me, though she doesn't know me that well, she did picked me, and that also makes me surprised, but I'll gladly accept the job." "I am glad to hear that aswell. First of all, while you are in uniform it is Captain Winters. Now there is one matter we need to concentrate on." Peter leaned forward and placed the PADD on the desk. "You have a somewhat lax attitude to accepted Starfleet protocol. What exactly do you expect to gain from such an attitude?" Peter was not being fair to the young Ensign, but he needed to be sure that they could rely upon him to take orders. "I try to pick up the morale of the crew from time to time, the better the morale, the better people will function. and I know that you, like anyone else, rather works in a pleasant environment. and I know what your thinking, space is a hostile environment, but that doesn't mean that inside the ship, the mood has to be hostile." Peter was annoyed that he hadn't answered the question, but allowed him to continue down this path - until it was too much. He tried to bring it back to the point. "Ensign, I do not want to start on the wrong footing, but I will not tolerate any behaviour which is in breach of protocol. You have license to intepret orders as far as they allow, but when the lives of this crew are at stake, you will follow them to the letter. Do I make myself clear Ensign?" Jason was getting annoyed, this commander did only not know him, he was also judging him by hearing or reading about him, and that's a trait Jason hated. So he looked Belinia straight in the eyes. "Off the record Sir, I'm proud to be a starfleet officer, and I would do anything to uphold starfleet's beliefs, and to protect my fellow crewmembers, there is a time of fun and leisure, but also to be serious. Yes I can see a difference in them, and know that when the time comes, then I'll be the first to be there to do what I have to do." "First of all, nobody said anything about being off the record, this will be noted in my report to the Captain. You have been called here at my request to talk about your record and your duties. But nevertheless I am glad we understand one another. I will keep a close eye on your progress, I will expect that your attitude and your knowledge of Starfleet protocol to improve 100 fold by the time you assume your station." Jason was getting irritated about the commander still nagging about the same thing while he allready made clear that he knew what his job was about, and so he answered with a strict voice. "Sir, I know we are here to get to know each other, but if you're gonna judge me by reading that PADD only, then be free to do so, but if you want my full respect, then make your own judgements without pre-judgements from a PADD. I have proven myself before, and I'll do it again. I know my duties." Peter was highly annoyed at this brash officer sat opposite him. "We seem to be getting off on the wrong footing after all." He said. "You are an Ensign, while I am a lieutenant Commander and your First Officer. When I say jump, you intepret how high I would like you to jump, then you do it. Without thinking or even objecting. You are a junior officer, with the potential to be greater, you will not make it if you simply rebel against the Chain of Command." Peter moved on. "I will judge you as I see fit. I have no personal experience of your abilities and I am acting upon the request of others, you have no authority to challenge me on this matter. What is on this PADD is what I have to judge you by, then I will add to that this meeting. It is not going well for you, I will admit that." That last, surely was over the edge for Jason, the vision he had about the FO, wich seemed nice in the beginning, turned into an FO that was out on making the rest feel small, like drill sergeants do, and he especially hated that the FO used their difference in rank to ampliffy that. But still, Jason kept calm. "Yep, wrong footing it is it seems, judge all you want, but don't be blinded by a PADD Sir." Peter ignored tha comment, he was hghly frutrated, this was not how he had wanted to start his career as First Officer, but he knew it needed to be done. "Now, onto more operational matters. I would like you to schedule some time with the Major and myself in regards to the security of the Mystique. I want daily training drills and reports on the operational preparedness of the crew and the Marines, report directly to myself on any matters which need addressing. I will forward them onto the Captain if she needs to be informed." He handed the Ensign a PADD with all the neccesary data on. Jason was getting tired of the commander who kept talking about what to do, while he allready knew what his duties were, but he just complied. "Yes Sir." "I also wanted you to arrange a meeting with Mr Kesswick, your subordinate. But I think I will conduct that meeting. Mr Dema, you are at leisure until we board the Mystique, I want your attitude to have changed. IS THAT UNDERSTOOD?!!" Peter shouted that last bit to emphasise his frustration at Jason. "DISSMISSED!!!" Jason, not even a bit intruiged by the commanders shouting, stood up and started walking out, but before he walked out he turned around. "Seeing I'm of duty now, then here's some advice from a friend, I came here with good intentions and a good thought about you... but now, it seems that you're a commander that is blinded by protocols and reports from others. So do,'t let the power flow to your head to much, I don't want to see throw you in the brig when I'm on duty." "Mr Dema, I would aprecite it the next time we meet that you are able to differentiate between what is acceptible behaviour when addressing a superior officer, and what is not. I would hate for you to be an Ensign for the rest of your career." Jason said that with a friendly smile, to show the commander that his intentions were good, and then Jason walked out. As Jason left Peter drank his tea, shaking. He had kept his emotion under control, even when shouting, but now that the Ensign had left he allowed it to surface. He was not expecting to do that so soon. It did not feel right to tell the Ensign that Peter was quite pleased with the meeting. At least he knew that the officer was loyal, if a little outlandish. "Computer, play Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata, dim lights." Peter leant back in his chair and closed his eyes. He hoped that the young Ensign would become a friend, but that seemed far off in the future now. "What a beautiful start to the day, I am sure Captain Winters would really apprecieate it if you didn't alienate the whole crew!!!" He said to himself. He rose from his seat, took up his PADD and started to enter data into it. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Talons, CO Mystique Quarters, Federation Ambassador Tar-Thurian, 1130) Admiral LoDona had introduced Ana to the Captain, Vanyssa Winters earlier, she looked like one that could be a very good Captain. She did not know this Vanyssa Winters, so, she had no knowledge to pull from, but, records could be attained. She hoped that the Captain would be forthright in what information she needed, with the exception of what LoDona had said would be kept secret for the moment. Ana finally decided it was time to see the captain. The computer had located her in her makeshift office she had set up in her temporary quarters. She walked up to the captains door and pushed the chime to gain entrance. Vanyssa looked up from the piles of somewhat archaic paperwork around her. As usual, it had been a somewhat busy morning. She was delagating as much off to her FO as she could, but it was still a lot of work. Red tendrils of hair had escaped Vanyssa's bun, curling around her face from the perspiration. ~Who is it now?~ She wondered to herself, almost entirely to herself, keeping the thought well shielded. "Come!" She called out, glad that she had figured out the trick of portraying confidence. Ana had heard the captain tell her or more like whoever to come in. She moved forward and as the door opened she walked right in to find the captain behind stacks of paperwork. "Captain maybe this is a good time to take a break and get to know each other." Ana said smiling walking up to Vanyssa. Vanyssa looked up at the smiling woman approaching her. She seemed overly friendly. ~Maybe this is my missing Counsellor!~ She thought with a lot of hope. "That sounds like a wonderful plan, ergh, I'm sorry, but I don't know who you are. Or why you aren't in uniform." Vanyssa said, assuming that this person was a starfleet officer. "Captain Vanyssa Winters, Admiral LoDona introduced us briefly earlier this morning. I am Anastasia Tar-Thurian, Your Federation Ambassador." Ana said smiling, but, she was actually annoyed that the captain had dismissed the meeting. Vanyssa thought back over all the people that she had met in the last three days, and blushed, completely red, almost as red as her hair. And she firmly pulled her mind out of the string of subspace numbers that she had been trying to compute. "I'm sorry. I could make excuses as to why I forgot, but they would be just that, excuses. Good morning, Ambassador, please have a seat." And vanyssa indicated the somethwat uncomfortable couch that she had been given. "May I get you some refreshment?" "No thanks Captain and I can imagine what it might be like trying to put together a new ship and crew." Ana replied as she sat down on the couch, "Making sure that all the correct supplies are loaded for each department. It must be hair pulling to say the least." Ana finished as she watched Vanyssa's body actions. Vanyssa nodded and relaxed, then realized that her hair was literally flying away. "Just so. No hair pulling yet, but from the supplies manifest I've been given, many things are missing. and there is meeting with the crew, meshing personalities..." Vanyssa let her voice trail off as she moved back to the couch with a glass of cold sweet earth tea. "What can I do for you, Ambassador ?" Vanyssa asked. "I actually just sent you about meeting with me to get to know each other a bit before setting out." "Well for one thing what do you exactly expect from me?" Ana replied knowing what she was going to do, but, wanted to know what the captain thought she was going to do. Vanyssa leaned back. "I hadn't given it much thought, to be honest. I would like you to be on the same level as my Counsellor, have a station on the bridge, advise as necessary. I would like you to go on away missions with the crew, and, well, I have to say that my intuition says that there will be a bit of First Contact going on while the Mystique is out exploring. First Contact is something better left to diplomats. Plus," And then Vanyssa grinned. "I would much rather talk my way out of a battle than have to fight. We are in a war, and well, everything is valuable while in a war.That goes from the people to the equipment, Ambassador. I've seen too much death and destruction in my life, and would rather not see any that can be prevented." "First Contact would be a good thing Captain and I would be most happy to help there." Ana replied but she wanted more information, "May I ask you something Captain?" Vanyssa nodded. "Ambassador, to you, off-duty, please call me Vanyssa." "What is the motivation behind LoDona and his moving of the fleet?" Ana asked her to see just what answer the captain would give her. Vanyssa froze. "What has he told you about the current situation ?" She asked cautiously. "With all due respect Captain, I want your take on it not what he has told me." Ana was wondering if Vanyssa would actually tell her anything. Vanyssa sighed and sat back. "What being said, does not leave these Quarters?" She sighed again, mentally filtering through the number of things that she knew of. "the 52nd Fleet in Breaking Away from the rest of Starfleet because a good portion of the rest of Starfleet is corrupt and under the control of Admiral Doenitz. Doenitz is ruthless and will kill any and all who stand in his way." Vanyssa closed her eyes briefly at the thought of the number of people this Admiral had killed, including some that she knew. "He planted a few saboteurs aboard the Nimitz not long ago, and attempted to blow her up because she had one of his former coworkers on board. Luckily that person discovered what had been done and put a stop to it. There have been other instances where Doenitz has attempted to kill and has suceeded, those that stand in his way. I do not know all of them, just the ones that have touched me. I do not know why he wants control of the entire Federation, but that is his ultimate goal. I do know this, I trust Robert LoDona with my life. He is an honorable man, with only the good of the Federation in his heart." Vanyssa leaned back, trying to relax her neck muscles. "He brought you here, Ambassador, to serve with us in this. He would not have done that if he were less than honorable." "Or covering his tracks." Ana replied to see what reaction that Vanyssa would have. "Who did Admiral Doenitz try to kill and where was this suppose to have happened?" She had read over the report that LoDona had given her but she was also trying to see just how much might be true. "On board the Nimitz ? Who was he after ?" Vanyssa asked softly. "A friend of mine." "Was this friend in starfleet or a civilian? Could this person have done something that caused the admiral to want them dead?" Ana could tell by the way Vanyssa was acting that she was holding something back. "Yes, he used to be one of Doenitz's operatives." Vanyssa said. "He is in Starfleet, but has left that life behind. The other purpose in destroying the Nimitz seemed to have been to kill the Executive Officer of the ship at the time." Vanyssa was cold. She didn't know how much of Falthgood's past she could reveal. Hell, she didn't even know it all. Ana decided to play a hand with Vanyssa to see where it would lead her. "What happened to the Nimitz beyond the river?" She asked knowing part of what the answer could be but wanted it from her. "If I understand it right, the information was put together beyond the river on the Nimitz, am I correct?" In playing this hand she might be letting Vanyssa know a bit more of what she knew of what was going on than she should. Vanyssa nodded and told the story of what had happened, and all the damage that the Nimitz has taken. "I was only a lowly Lt at the time, and didn't here all the details." She finished, relating from her experience. Ana listened to what Vanyssa had to tell her and there were things that she had not heard or read about the experience of the nimitz beyond the river. The story was compelling with evidence that Doenitz was indeed planning to take over the federation or at least he was the one behind so many suspicious deaths around Starfleet. Though Vanyssa seemed to have told her everything, Ana could sense there was something very personal that she would not go to. Ana wanted to ask about it but decided to respect her privacy. "Captain, I want to thank you for being very open with me. Most of what you have said I did not know, only small bits and pieces I have been able to find. I now know that we can be honest with each other and have a honest working relationship together. LoDona had given me what Aragorn and Captain Rivers had about Doenitz and now I see that it was indeed correct. I look forward to working with you in helping the Fleet in any way I can." Vanyssa was shaking by the end of her speech. Reliving it, reliving when she had heard that David was dead..... It was hard on her. "Yes, Ambassador." Vanyssa said, then looked up in curiousity. "Indulge my curiousity, if you please. Could you tell me about your attire ?" Ana smiled as she stood up and rotated so that Vanyssa could see more of what she was wearing. "Well, Vanyssa, it is a lot like the ones that the earth people called Japanese wear but I think ours is a little different as it signifies what we are on our planet. I wear what we call on my home world the robes of the Warrior-Priest." Vanyssa was fascinated. "I have a good friend who wears robes similiar to yours. He is a Priest of the Goddess Allura of Betazed. Tell me about your order, please? What does it mean to be a Warrior-Priest?" Ana sat back down, "There are only a few that go through the rigors of becoming warrior and priest. First you have to go down the hard road to become a warrior." Ana stopped to think of an example that might help Vanyssa, "it is like a Klingon child becoming a warrior. We also go through what they call Ascension. The Klingon rite of Ascension is almost as hard as the one that we have to go through. Most stop there and become our warrior forces but others aspire to more enlightenment and go on to be a priest also. These become the warrior Priests." She stopped there as she could not tell Vanyssa that part that was their religion. Vanyssa nodded. "Thank you, Ambassador." As her chime went off again. "It seems like more work has come to me. " She sighed and placed her cup of tea back in the recycler. "I look forward to future talks." "I will look forward to our little chats and yes I have taken up too much of your time. I will leave as I have some things to take care of also." Ana replied as she got up and started for the door. Vanyssa nodded, watching the Ambassador go. It had been an interesting discussion. As the Ambassador left, a crewman walked in, containing a pile of PADDs for her. Vanyssa sighed quietly to herself and settled in for more bureaucracy. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Steele Talons - Outside Ambassadors Quarters - Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia & Ambassador Anastasia Tar-Thurian - 16:00) Peter was walking down the corridor, holding yet another PADD, containing data on the Ambassador. He pressed the door chime, and the doors opened. He cautiously stepped inside. He had never met an Efrosian before, nor had he spoken to an ambassador. This was a day to reckon with, and no mistake. Again he was trying to portray an officer aware of what was going on, but quite frankly, he did not have a clue. He was just winging it, hoping that it would all somehow slot into place. He glanced at the woman who was standing, with her back to him, looking out into space. She turned to regard him and Peter was struck by her beauty, this was not what he was expecting from an ambassador. She was neither old, nor cantankerous. Ana had been looking out the window of her spacious temporary quarters aboard the Talons when her aid, Cheri, came to tell her that someone wanted to speak with her. Without turning from the window she motioned for Cheri to let the individual approach. She had heard someone enter and when that person stopped she turned around to meet them. "I take it that you are the FO, Commander Belina" Ana asked already knowing as she had already reviewed all the crew members that would be on the Mystique, especially the command crew. "I am indeed, Ambassador." Peter replied. "It is a pleasure to finally meet you. And I am glad you agreed to meet with me. It has been somewhat of a busy and tiring day." "Yes indeed it has been a tiring day" She replied then motioning for him to have a seat on the sofa. "Would like something to drink Commander?" She asked as she was heading to the replicator to get something to drink herself. "Well thank you very much. Could I please have a hot cup of sweet tea?" His British accent coming through thick. He took a seat on the sofa, and awaited the ambassador. Once she had brought their drinks over he settled back. "Ambassador, forgive me if I am abrupt, but as I say it has been a hard day so far." "Abrupt sometimes means to the point and I like that. Please continue with your questions." She replied knowing that this commander would like to know many things and there were only a few that he would really get. "Well thank you. Ambassador, what do you think will be your primary role aboard the Mystique?" Peter did not want to beat around the bush, he was tired and he still had more work to do. There would be plenty of time to get to know her later, he just wanted to know some details about why she was coming aboard. "I am here at the request of your Admiral LoDona." she replied taking a sip of her tea then looking at him directly, "What do you think my role aboard the Mystique should be?" She asked turning the tables on him. Peter was distrustful of diplomats, they always returned questions, instead of answers. "Your role, as I understand it would be to, how would the Admiral put it," Peter thought for a second. "Ah! To make friends!" He looked at her, full in the face, and swallowed some of his tea. "Ambassador, I realise that your skills will come in useful, and I dare say that we will be grateful for them. But I do not want to waste valuable time in going to unknown parts just to say a quick hello and hows your neighbourhood. My question is simple, will you be commedering the Mystique to conduct any kind of Ambassadorial mission?" Peter sat in the silence that followed. "Yes, I guess that would sum up what the Admiral had told me also." Ana agreed with the FO smiling. "Now that is a good question Mr. Belina and the only answer that I can give at this time is that I go where the Admiral sends me just like you do." Ana watched him for a second the added, "I tell you now that I have no intentions to go against the captain unless she gives me or the admiral a reason to. Do I pass your interrogation Mr. Belina?" She finished with a knowing smile. Peter returned the smile and simply nodded. "You passed it." His face turned sour at his next thought. "Ambassador, your role will be immensley important to the 52nd, and to the Federation. I would ask that whatever you plan you keep either myself or the Captain informed. For the safety of the ship, I don't want to be chasing shadows, so to speak." Peter rose, he wanted to get back to his paper work, not that he liked it but because it needed to be done and this conversation could go round in circles all day. "My dear Mr. Belina, I assure you I will not have you,,,, chasing Shadows,,, at least." She replied to him with a shy smile. "Thank you for your cooperation." He said sarcastically. He turned to walk towards the door and halted. "I would like to be friends with you Ambassador, please do not take me to be a blumbering idiot. Too many people seem to make that mistake." "Mr. Belina, I do not take anyone as anything other than what they portray themselves. As Friends, I am friends with everyone." Ana replied knowing that the FO just implied a threat and she skimmed over it without a second thought. She stood to walk him to the door, "I look forward to arriving on the Mystique." "Thank you Ambassador. I, too, look forward to your joining our merry band." With that the Ambassador and Peter headed towards the doors and Peter left her in her quaters. He strode down the corridors with his head full of suspicion. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate 2406.10.07 (USS Steele Talons - Observation Lounge; Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia & Lt HHril; 09:00) Peter sat with his back to the entrance, he was staring out into space, the stars wizzing by as the Steele Talons sped at warp to their new home. He heard the doors open, then close. "Good morning Lieutenant." Peter said without turning round. ''Good morning, Sir!'' replied the young man, obviously uncomfortable in the new yellow uniform. ''Lt HHril reporting as ordered.'' The OPS officer of the newly commissioned USS Mystique stepped towards the table, the PADD containing his orders and updated personnel file in his right hand. It was not so much feeling of the newly replicated material, but more the change in colour that bothered him, It felt oddly tight and rigid... unforgiving. So too were the responsibilities that came with his new position at OPS. The FO motioned for him to take a seat at the table. Peter sipped his tea and placed the PADD he was holding on the table opposite him, next to all the others. As the Lieutenant came and sat next to him Peter spoke. "Beautiful, isn't she?" Peter put his cup of tea down. "Space I mean, she is one beauty I have devoted my life to exploring." "And a worthy cause she is, Sir.'' replied the Romulan. ''The endlessness of it. It is like infinity personified.'' HHril shifted in his seat. This was his first assignment as a department head. First impressions of the First Officer would be extremely important. What would he think of a Romulan officer assigned to him. He did not have to wait long to find out. "I would tend to agree Lieutenant. I would like to ask you a question off the record, if I may." ~That was quick~ Hhril thought the Lt to himself. He did not wait for an answer. "Where do your loyalties lie, Lieutenant? I ask only because I am immensley distrustful of Romulans, generations of conflict you understand. Personally I have learnt to subdue my feelings, due to my previous Captain being a Romulan." Peter stopped to hear the Romulan answer. ''Sir.'' began HHril, flashes of his earlier years on ch'Rihan, his training with the Tal Shiar, and the reason for his families departure burning in the back of his mind. He had been prepared for this line of questioning from the first day he arrived at Starfleet Academy. ''My loyalties lie squarely with Starfleet Sir. I believe in the ideals and directives laid out in the charter and have pledged to follows orders from any ranking officer within Starfleet or the United Federation of Planets.'' He passed over the PADD to the FO. ''The fact is, Sir. I am ch'Rihannsu. Romulan as it were.'' He paused, taking a long, audible breath which betrayed his outward stoic _expression. ''I cannot change that. But I can assure you that my loyalties are far from divided. I may have been born to them, but they will not claim me as their own.'' "You must understand that that was nothing to do with the Captain, just something I needed to clarify. For my own peace of mind, you understand. I never thought that your loyalties were divided, but I simply had to ask. Please take no offense." Peter drank the last of his tea and looked longingly into his cup. "Would you like anything from the replicator?" Peter asked as he rose. ''None taken, Sir!'' replied HHril, rather relieved that the conversation had gone so well. ''If I may, Cmdr'' began HHril, now more comfortable with a hot cup of coffee in hand ''Will the Mystique be operational upon our arrival?'' Peter, now in his element, took up a PADD from the pile on the table. "The Mystique will be operational. She will still be in Spacedock when we arrive and there will be several things for her Commanders to attend to before the staff can get their mitts on her." He said with a smile. ''What about full crew.'' continued HHril. ''I have maintained a rather low profile during the trip to date.'' "The crew will still be arriving when we do. We are getting some resent graduates from the Academy and some transfers from other vessels. You will receive the final roster, when I do!" Peter glanced at his PADD and took a moment to think. "Lieutenant, I will be frank with you. Since we are in the Observation Lounge rank really does mean nothing here. Unless otherwise stated by a frown on the Captains face!" Peter smiled and allowed himself to relax with HHril, they were going to spend an awful lot of time together running the ship so it was imperative that they got along. "OPS is a bitch of a department. You are the nuts and bolts of the ship. You will be required to perform all sorts of tasks by all departments, and then there is all the away missions and support craft. You are going to be busy. And at the moment OPS is just you!" He waited for that statement to sink in. ''I believe you will find me to be more than up to the task, Sir.'' replied the Romulan. A flash of the ch'Rihannsu self confidence, which often times is taken for smugness or arogance floating in the air. ''My previous postings have prepared me well to undertake such a monumental task. I look to it as a mountain... that I have every intention of climbing.'' "I am glad to hear you say the Lieutenant, we need someone with your gusto on the Mystique. I will be availible for you to ask any questions at any time. Please do not hesitate to ask, remember, no question is too stupid." Peter was enjoying this meeting, it was more informal and relaxed. He still had not adjusted to the new pip, it would take some adjusting to. "Are there any questions regarding the ship or departments, or indeed, anything else for that matter?" HHril hesitated for a moment, an unwillingness to seem too inquisitive as is often an unwelcome trait in Romulans, and in junior officers. ''I believe that is all, Sir.'' He replied. "If I do have any further questions, Sir, I will know how to find you.'' HHril stood and waited to be dismissed. "Well, if you are certain Lieutenant. You may return to whatever you have planned. Welcome aboard." Peter faced the young lieutenant and the officer turned about and left the room. Peter returned to face the stars, they were an awsome sight. Even though they were wizzing past so incredibly fast. He returned to his reading and allowed himself to become immersed in his duties. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Stardate 2406.10.09 (USS Steel Talons - Conference Room; Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia & Major Richard Ian Lee; 06:30) Rich looked out the window, letting his fingers run gently over his dog-tags as he looked at the moving stars past the Conference room window. The last week had been quiet, he hadn't been doing a lot but waiting for his arrival and his new Command. He had spent time with the Squad, they hadn't had much of a break in a long while and it had felt good to just sit back and have a drink with them. There was no pressure on them, not until they took up arms on the Mystique. He had spent some time with Jenna as well, since her mother had just become exceptionally busy prepping to take command of the Mystique. By habit he had risen at 0600, but with nothing in particular to do, he had decided to come out and look at the scenery for a while. The stars, beautiful things that they were. He had come out to listen to their symphony. He had been among them so long, as a youngster he had fallen pray to the La rêve des étoiles, the Dream of Stars. For so many years recently he had lost that dream, the stars had stopped singing for him in their movement. Now they sung for him again, but their song was getting dark again, this part of his universe was becoming a war-zone. Happiness, pleasant times, they were all going to become a thing barely remembered in the next few years to come. Peter was feeling groggy as he approached the Talon's Conference Lounge. He held his favorite mug in his right hand and in his left was a stack of PADDs. He walked into the room and yawned. He saw the looming figure of the Major standing in the darkness looking out of the window into space. "Good morning Major." Peter said as he placed his mug and PADDs on the table. "Won't you join me?" Peter sat in a seat and drank deeply from his mug of tea. "Computer, lights." Rich turned on his heel slightly, hiding his momentary irritation at having the solitude broken. ~Ah well, it was bound to happen.~ He nodded briefly and took a seat. "Congratulations on your promotion, Commander. The Mystique is a lovely ship from what I've read and seen." "I am glad that you think so highly of her Major, you will be responsible for her protection if we were to need your services. The Marines have become somewhat of a necessity of late, would you not agree?" Rich sat back in his chair and put out a hand, though he resisted the temptation to drum his fingers. "Sadly." "Major, I will cut to the chase, the reason this meeting is so early is because you and I will be very busy throughout the rest of the day." ~And probably for the whole damn time we are out here.~ He added in his thoughts. "The Captain would prefer it that we would never need your services. However, you and I both know that is wishful thinking." "That's why we are here, Commander. To bleed for the cause when needed, though with luck that need is rare." Rich said, in an even tone. "I agree Major, wholeheartedly. Your job after we arrive, and indeed until you feel that your men are up to standard, is to design and perform training drills. You are to have your men practice Ship Invasion, Away Team protection, Infiltration and any other scenario you can cook up. Also please include Tactical and Security staff in your training schedule. They are to be in training drills daily. Have the Marines train as often as you see fit, but at least once a day. Give them a half day off a week and a full day per month. As well as any time you feel appropriate for them to be off duty. You will maintain a state of Operational readiness as of 00:00 tomorrow, so you had better get cracking!" Peter was not interested in chatting as he was busy with other things, he also anticipated that the Major would be more willing to accept orders from someone capable of giving them. Rich failed in his will-power, and did tap his fingers against the table as he thought. "Commander, I am going to be frank." he said. "The Nimitz has been through hell in a leaky-hand basket. I have personally seen the death of nearly three squadrons worth of men, from under my own command, because of the battles we have been through. In the last year, I have been through one Romulan hand-to-hand ship invasion, I've been through the work of psi-onic creatures, and a dozen other fun things that I rather never would have seen. Me and the King's, at the very least, know how to train for Ship-to-Ship invasion, and all manners of protective measures. Ever single thing you have mentioned is on my training schedule, and I would imagine you will get more then an eye-full if you see the Combat Engineers at work." His eyes bored into the Lt Commander. "In my demi-company, you have experience in things that will curl your toes. You have experienced body-guards, you have grunts, you have Trained explosives experts and Assassins. Oh yes, You have Mad-Dog killers at your fingertips, equally qualified to Pound a hard point into the ground, selectively murder people unknowingly, or blow another ship to bits with a few ounces of explosives and some bailing wire." The Major took a breath, "My training schedule is brutal, and it involves all Security Forces. The second I step on that ship, I'm on duty, and my life will be the forfeit before I allow harm to come to her. I trust this is satisfactory?" Peter was rather shocked, and somewhat disturbed, by the Major's frankness. "Major, you must understand that it is my first priority to protect the lives of the crew and any civilians we have on board. I was merely trying to cover the bases so to speak." Peter sat back in the chair and stared Lee in the face. "Major, I am already having difficulties with some staff, I would appreciate a little cooperation from you. After all, we will need to liaise on a regular basis. I do hope that we would not need your 'experts' as you would call them." Peter paused to mull over his next statement. "This is my official position as First officer. You will not and I repeat you will not utilize your assassins. I find that particular area of Marine training to be quite unnecessary and contrary to the Charter of the Federation." "The Marine Corps disagrees, as does Starfleet Tactical, and it wasn't me that requested a Combat Engineering squad on the Mystique, Sir." Rich said, slowly. "If I am ordered, and odds are I will, then I will use every tool at my disposal. Only five people in the universe can order me otherwise, all of them higher ranking then you. The Captain is one, LoDona another, and the other three are well beyond our range right now." He quirked his head, but continued looking at the Lieutenant Commander. "With all due respect, I hate the idea, but its foolish to throw away a conceivably useful tool just because it's distasteful. Our whole rebellion is distasteful, I've not heard that you tried stopping LoDona however." Peter stood, slammed his hands on the table and stared wide eyed at the Major. "HOW DARE YOU question my loyalty. Need I remind you that I may be a mere Lieutenant Commander, but I am the First Officer and you will follow my orders unless they are superceded by either the Captain or the Admiral." Peter straightened and walked towards the windows to stare into space. "And as far as my not questioning the Admiral, I was only a young Ensign and fresh from the Academy when he announce his decision. You have no right to question my choices, though they were the right ones. I lost a great deal, we all did, when we chose to follow the Admiral." Rich turned, his face determined and ringed with not a little bit of anger. "Good, so you have some balls. Now listen up pup, off the record. You're loyalty is questioned by everyone, in and out of the fleet. To Starfleet, we are both traitors. To the 52nd's high command, we are always suspect as plants from Starfleet. Get used to the feeling, boyo. Get used to being bloody, your hands are going to be soaked in nearly as much as mine will. Get used to using tools you find distasteful, they might save your life AND our ideals. Get used to a lot, and do it quickly, or you could kill us all." He all but growled the last sentence, and after a several second pause, he said "Sir." Peter swiftly turned to face Lee, scowling at him as he did so. "That's damn right Major, 'SIR'!! Don't you forget that, eat it and swallow it for breakfast. You are MY subordinate and I will not have you telling me how to do my job. I may be new to this but I am not as ignorant as you may think. I have faith in my commanders, even if you do not. Starfleet may brand us both traitors, but we are both in the same boat and up the same creek! You better get used to this matey, I outrank you and that is something that is going to please me at some point in the not so distant future." He move around the table and faced Lee. Rich suddenly grinned, "Sir, we'll see if you can command a tea-pot, much less a ship. In the mean time, you have the benefit of the doubt. If you get me and mine killed, I won't be pleased, but there is little I can do about that." His grin slipped, "Just remember you aren't the ultimate authority on this ship, your word is not law, Captain Winter's word is law." He sat back in the chair, his body relaxed by willpower. "If you expect respect because you are the lawful First Officer, then I think you have one more lesson to learn. And you will, or you will drown trying." "Major, I represent the Captain's will in all matters she sees fit to inform me on. If there is a change in the chain of command then I am sure she would inform me. As far as I am aware I am still your superior and you are still only a Major. I will do my best to keep you and your Marines alive, loath to it as I am. Remember this, on a majority of matters Starfleet does NOT outrank the Federation Council and the Charter stands above all else. You will respect that, if you know what is good for you!" "I have absolutely no problems with the charter," Lee said with a wave of his hand, "But it was the Council that approved the Marines, and the Combat Engineers have been an accepted and established part of the Marines for well over a century. If you suddenly want to become a lawyer, I would start with issues that haven't been so universally accepted. In fact, I would know what you are talking about first. I have a feeling that my CE's are unlike anything in your previous experience." He leaned forward, "Now, if you want to bring me up on charges, do it now. Otherwise, I'm going to go train my Marines and wait for the day I'm ordered to deploy them. Contrary to popular belief, I only deploy when ordered, and I never use assassination techniques unless ordered, or I Feel in the split second that a murder is justified for the good of Ship, Corps and Federation. So far, Starfleet nor LoDona has had no issue with my judgment." He stood, and began walking for the door. "Major, one more thing." Peter walked up to him and stuck out his hand. "Welcome aboard." Lee turned, then took the Commanders hand and gave it a shake. "Commander," he said lightly. He turned half a second later and continued out the door, musing. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate 2406.10.10 (Steel Talons - Observation Lounge - Flt Adm LoDona, Capt Winters, Capt Sevant & Lt Major Lee - 0900) =^=Sir, we have passed the Defensive net.=^= Robert nodded to himself as he looked out the windows of the lounge, "Very well Captain, bring us into a standard orbit." He turned to Captain Winters, this would be the first official view of her ship, once the docks came into view. Her new MCO was also present, standing at light attention, his new Company patch decorating his arm. Rich and LoDona got along well, they had much in common. The Talons turned slightly, following a set path through the defensive nets, and bringing the yards into view. He grinned as he saw the ships in place, the Boudicca was there being patched up. And right next to her was the Mystique, fresh out of repairs and ready to be commanded. "Captain, I present the Akira class Mystique." he said, as he gestured out the window to the Akira. Vanyssa grin widened, as she leaned slightly forward. She knew Rich well, and was glad that he was here with her. It was unfortunate that David could not be, he would have been so proud of her. "She's beautiful." Vanyssa breathed out, her words very light. Her eyes wandered over the Mystique, and she felt herself fall in love. This was the feeling that all the Captains talked about, the first time you saw the ship that you were going to Command, it was bliss, it was better than any drug you could take. It made everything, almost, worth it. The doors slid open, and a well-built half-vulcan walked in. "Admiral, Captain, Major." he said in a bass voice. Sevant was no stranger to any of the people in this room, he had served with all but the Admiral on the Nimitz not so long ago. Rich Lee nodded to the Captain and turned back to his new command as the Vulcan slid next to him. Sevant spent a few moments looking at the Mystique, then turned his gaze to the nose of his own ship, the Boudicca. Both ships were a departure from traditional designs. His was a warship, hers would be an explorer. In a way, he almost envied Winters, she would only need be on the front lines when it was necessary. He would be going back almost immediately. He placed his hands gently behind his back, "She is a lovely ship, Captain Winters." he said quietly. "Serve her well, and she will assuredly do the same for you." Vanyssa looked up at someone else she knew fairly well. "Thank you, Captain Sevant." She said, very formally, her eyes never leaving the Mystique...until the view changed to that of the Boudicca, showing closer looks at the damage that had been done to it. "My goodness." She breathed out, and took another deep one in. She had heard of all the things that had happened on the Boudicca, but she hadn't believed that the damage could be as bad as it was. "How long ?" She asked Sevant, knowing that he would know exactly what she was asking. The Vulcan narrowed his eyes at the ship briefly, "If all goes according to plan, two months. There is more then just battle damage to contend with, she was originally rushed through her refit and into duty, these yards weren't around then." he said in the same even tone. It was nearly a physical ache, looking at his ship hurting as she was. The Boudicca had been his first assignment out of the Academy, and she had been his first permanent command. He abruptly turned on his heel, "And, myself and Mr. Grailik have work to do on her." He half-bowed to Winters, then looked at the Admiral. "With your permission, sir?" The Admiral nodded, "With my compliments, Ill be over later." "Aye, Sir." Sevant said. He walked up behind Winters, then paused. He put a hand on her shoulder, "Keep safe, Vanyssa, as much as you can." Vanyssa looked up into Sevant's eyes, and squeezed his hand. "I should be wishing you that, Cal." She gave him an impulsive hug and projected to him. ::I think that both Vicki and David would be pleased with us.:: The Vulcan smiled, thoroughly grim. "I'm suited to this duty, though its logical enough to wish us both luck." he said as he pulled away from the hug. ::Likely, I can only hope. Pain eventually fades, as does the memory of love. with luck the hole it leaves will not be replaced with dark hatred. Keep safe, Vanyssa, and pray I do my job well enough that you need not join me on the front lines. We have all lost enough already.:: Captain Sevant nodded to Lee once, then turned and left before he could receive an answer. Robert turned on his heel, "We are well within transporter range, Captain. Shall we?" Vanyssa looked up at the Admiral, wondering if he knew what had just passed between them. "Yes, Sir. My daughter has been talking non-stop about this, Sir." Vanyssa felt Rich's comfortable presence behind her. Richard chuckled, "Ill bring her aboard once the formalities are over, Captain." he said. "I've got to get the squad prepared for transport anyway, I can pick her up en-route to the transporters. So, with your permission?" Vanyssa nodded. "Thank you, Rich. " Vanyssa said, turning to LoDona. "Shall we ?" Her heart was beating almost too fast for words. Richard gave the Fleet Admiral a snappy salute and moved his 7 foot frame out the door. Robert placed his hands behind his back and habitually rubbed at the Borg Implants on his hand as he, too, walked out of the Observation Lounge and onto the bridge. Someone called "Admiral on Deck!" but LoDona waved them back down a moment later. He stepped into the second turbolift and called out the nearest transporter. Once there, he stepped on the PADD and immediately gestured to the PADD next to him. His face was serene, this was part of his job he actually enjoyed, even if the reasons were dark. "Energize," he said quietly. A flash of light, and then they were in a standard Transporter room elsewhere, which was filled with people. He looked at the Officer of the Deck once he had picked him out of the crowd and stepped forward. Also included were several other temporary officers, mostly crew from the docks. The OOD was nominally in command at this moment, though LoDona was the Captain on paper, since there was no other official CO. "Fleet Admiral and party requesting permission to come aboard." he said. "Granted, Sirs." the immediate reply came. Robert turned on his heel and pulled out a PADD. Without looking at it, however, he said "Vanyssa Winters, Captain of Starfleet, by virtue of my Command of the 52nd fleet, I hereby ask and require that you take command of the USS Mystique on this, Stardate 2406.10.07. I stand ready to be relieved of command, Do you agree to do so?" Vanyssa had been silent all through it, and then she found herself standing in a room full of people, most of which were not familiar to her. "Aye, Sir, I relieve you." She spoke, her voice clear and full of command. She looked around her, at the serious expressions of the people around her, her Officers. ~Did Devan feel this way when he took command from Cal?~ She wondered to herself. Robert nodded sharply, "Computer, transfer all command codes and protocols to Captain Winters, authorization LoDona Omega Seven Five two. I stand relieved." The computer verified the transfer of command protocols just as the OOD came to attention and pulled out his bosuns whistle. The electronic whistle echoed throughout the entire ship, followed rapidly by his voice. "Captain of the Mystique, arriving." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ (Steel Talons - Winter's Quarters - Lt Major Lee, Jenna Winters-Dark & the Suicide Kings - - 0920) "Ahhh," Rich stooped from his seven foot stature and picked up little Jenna, and threw her over his shoulder like a sack. "Heya Girlie, ready to see the new home? I've got marching orders to drag you over kicking and screaming if I need too." He chuckled to belay the apparent seriousness of what he had just said, it was a joke after all. "Argh, put me down!" She squealed. Rich had a habit of doing this to both her and Vanyssa...well at least to her. The last time Jennah remembered him doing it to Vanyssa was when the bad teddy-bear man killed the dolphins on the Beach. She giggled as he put her down and looked up at him out of her pretty sailor dress. "Are we really here ? I can see the Mystique?" Jennah looked out of the door of Quarters and saw some of the marines there. "It's really time to go ?" She asked, grabbing her sunhat. Vanyssa had told her to be pretty, and that it was going to be very formal. Rich looked at his squad, "Yup, its time to go." The XO of his squad took a half-bow, "We're your escort, only the best for the CO's kid." The MCO shook his head, "Now now, let's not spoil her -too- much, I have to deal with her mother after all!" The XO chuckled as Rich took the girls hand, "I hope you like transporters, that's where we're headed." Jennah nodded and the rest of the marines fell in behind her. "I'm not spoiled!" She said, sticking her tongue out at Rich. "Can I see her from here, before we go to the transporters? Please?" Jennah begged. Rich considered that for a few moments, "Only if you don't dawdle, kid." he finally said, "We have to get over soon." He turned to the XO, "Ill see you in the transporter room, we won't be long." "Aye, Sir." he said, before winking at the kid. He took off informally, with the other 13 men of the 'Kings following behind him. "You bring him back now, Ms Dark," one of the troopers said as he passed back. "Who would pay us otherwise?" Jennah giggled. She knew some of them, when they had been her Daddy's Squad. "Did you come here to be with Mom?" She said, staring out of the window that Rich had led her to. "Which one is the Mystique ?" Jennah demanded with wide eyes. "And why is that one broken ?" Rich chuckled, "I came here because my boss said I had to, or he would kick my butt. And know what, I believe he would. Still, I wasn't complaining when I got that order, I like your mom." He looked down briefly, "And you, monster, for some odd reason." He said with a wink. He picked her up so she could follow his line-of-sight. "Alright," he said as he pointed. "That funny looking one that looks like its held together by straps, that's the Mystique." He looked aside with a professional eye and again looked at the Boudicca. "Remember Caladryll Sevant?" he asked, "The vulcan that left Nimitz a few months ago? That's his ship, the one he left us to command... the Boudicca. She is in for repairs, he went and messed up her paint in a battle." Jennah nodded. "Why does the Mystique look so funny?" She asked. "Is she going to fall apart?" Jennah then got quiet. "Is he ok ? Jane and T'loren's Daddy?" Jennah knew what battle was. She had been raised aboard starships her entire life. Battle was bad. Battle was when people didn't come back. Like when David didn't come back from the planet. Like when Jane and T'loren and Miss Vicki went away and were never going to come back. "Uhmm, Can I ask you a question?" Jennah said, growing suddenly philosophical as she turned away from the window, not wanting to see the battle scars on the Boudicca. Lee put her down and knelt beside her, even balancing on the balls of his toes he was nearly as tall as she was at age 12. "Ill take your second question first, he is fine. I saw him just a bit earlier, in fact. He just looked tired is all, but good and healthy. Now, what question do you have?" "Why do you make battle if battle means that people don't come back, like Jane and T'loren ?" She asked, perfectly serious, and very concerned. "Why did David ? David said that battle was bad, that battle made death. Why did he do it then? Why do you ?" Rich sighed slightly, ~Right out of the mouth of babes.~ "If I could answer that question, why people make battle, then I would be able to stop it. Some people just like to do so, for various reasons. Some because they like it, some to hurt others, and some to get what they want by any means possible. Some of us don't like battle, but do it when we have too. Sevant, for example, has never liked war. He lost his family to it, most all of it from what I've heard. He fights now to make sure others don't loose theirs." Rich turned his shoulder slightly so she could see her shoulder patch. "You know I'm a Marine, just like David was. My job is to protect people, with my life if necessary. You've seen what happens when I go to war, things get blown up. Sadly, that is the only way to stop trouble, sometimes. I don't like fighting, Jenna, I'm happiest when I don't have too. However, when I have to, its always to help and stop bad men from killing us. That was David's job as well and the reason he fought." Jennah thought about it for a minute or two. "I guess that makes sense. The marines are the good guys. David said that they have honor, like klingons." And she grinned at the thought of comparing the Starfleet marines to the klingons. "Mommy said that there were going to be special marines on board. Is that true ? And you were going to be their leader ?" "Indeed," he said. "I'm their commander, I pay the bills." he grinned and jerked a thumb over his shoulder, "and Ill be protecting that bucket of bolts, which will not fall apart by the way." He stood again, "And we should be getting there, we've already taken longer then we should have." Jennah nodded and slipped her hand into his, confidently. He would protect her. "Are you sure it won't fall apart?" She asked as they got on the transporter. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Mystique - Transporter Room - Lt Major Lee, Jenna Winters-Dark & The Suicide Kings - 0935) "Major Lee and Entourage, requesting permission to come aboard," Rich said seriously, with his hand on the girls head now that they were over. The OOC looked at him for a few moments, causing Rich to frown ever-so-slightly. But before he said anything, the measly Lieutenant said, "Permission Granted, Major." Rich grunted and turned, "To the Marine Center, Ill be along shortly." "Sir," his squad XO agreed. "Move it, apes." Lee chuckled once they had all filed out of the room. "So, whatcha think kid, going to raise some hell here and give your mom a few more white hairs?" Jennah blinked at him. "Why did we have to ask permission to come aboard ? Isn't it Mummy's ship?" She was a little bit confused, which wasn't surprising, it had been an exciting day. "And Mummy said I couldn't crawl around the Jeffries tubes." She said, referring to the time she had ran away from Betazed and lived in the Nimitz's Jeffries tubes for a couple of days. "She said that no one would try to make me leave." Rich chuckled, "Starfleet has lots of rules, one of them being that everyone has to ask permission to come aboard the first time. I would imagine your mother had to do the same thing." He took her hand and began leading her down the path to a turbolift, so they could get to the Marine center. He tapped his badge, "Lee to Captain Winters, free yet?" Vanyssa looked up from what she was working on with Admiral Jopek and hit her comm badge. "No, not yet. You can take Jennah to my Quarters, or wherever she wants to go. I know she's safe with you, Major." Jennah looked up at him. "Can I please go to the marine center ? Please?" Rich nodded quietly, "Understood Boss, Lee out." He tapped the badge to close the connection and continued walking. "Alright then, little monster, Ill go show you my office." Jennah grinned up at him and moved closer. "Why do you call me little monster?" The MCO laughed as they stepped into the turbolift, "Because you ARE one!" he said with a grin. "Tell me you are a perfect angel, you might convince me of it eventually." He looked up, "Marine Center." The computer beeped and the turbolift started moving. He looked back down, "Alright, Jenna. I'm gonna be having a word with my Marines when we get there. It won't take long however, think you can stay out of trouble for a couple minutes while I'm talking?" Jennah nodded. "I'll be good. And I'm not a monster. Just.... ingenious. Can I explore the marine staging area? David took me to the one on the Nimitz a couple of times...." And she grinned. "Please? He showed me what NOT to touch." "Once I'm done," he agreed. "In the mean time, you might have fifty men trampling on you, and taking you to sickbay on your first day here would get me killed by your mother." He grinned, "And I think the word you were looking for was Infamous, not ingenious." She giggled. "What does infamous mean ?" Rich paused before the door to the Marine center, "Hmm, unforgettable. Ask your mother for further detail later" he said with a wink. He pushed a button, and the big double doors opened to admit them. Rich put on a much more serious face and stepped through, immediately the 'Kings XO saw him, since he was expected, and snapped to attention. "Officer on Deck, All hands stand to review!" Rich crossed his arms as the doors closed behind him, and the now-complete Demi-Company rapidly assembled. He watched his own squad, battle-proven, come to attention along with the other squads of his two platoons. This was a brand new company, assembled from various units around the fleet, the demi-company 'Pleasure & Pain'. He had read the files on all the squads, and all the men. A good half of them were new, and had never seen action. The rest varied, but he had the makings of a good unit here with some practice. He looked around for a moment, then bent down to talk to Jenna, "Stay here for a couple minutes, ok? I gotta talk with the boys and convince em I'm big and mean." "You aren't big and mean." Jennah said, standing off and watching Rich. She had seen David with his marines, and the big, cuddly David that was her Daddy certainly wasn't the same David that was with his marines. Mummy said that he was still the same David, but he had to be big and tough and act that way to be respected. David said that it was another way that the klingons were like the marines...the strong led. With an iron fist. Jennah didn't really know what an iron fist was, but she thought it might hurt when used. Rich walked up the line silently, looking back at the men and women of the Corps as he did so. With his hands behind him he stopped at the end of the line, then slowly made his way back to the middle. "To think this had to happen to me," he said in a dull tone, "I don't have Marines, I have apes. Good Lord on a jumped-up chariot driven crutch, we're in trouble. Alright then, if that's how it has to be, that's how it has to be. I'm going to lay it down, so listen closely." He looked around, "You all know the situation, we're in trouble, and our blood is going to spent in purging the Federation of Traitors. I don't care what your political persuasion is, but if you have a problem with your side you're on, you better tell me now." Not a word was said, and Rich nodded sharply. "Good. Then from here, we start training, and we begin thinking like the team we are -Supposed- to be. I will be running you ragged, I will make you hate me, and I will be enjoying every cursed minute of it. Do you get me?" "HOOWAH, SIR!" fifty plus marines rang in chorus. "Good, then fall out, we begin tomorrow." Rich watched the men and women of the core falling out to what they had been doing. He shook his head and walked back over to the kid, "Marines, gotta love em." he said. Jennah looked up at Rich's very far away face. "Did you mean what you said ?" She asked, not trusting her empathic abilities. Then mischievously, she said. "David was meaner" She grinned. Rich chuckled, as he knelt beside her. "If they make me mad, maybe, we will have to see." He looked around, "I don't get mean until I need to. Besides, I'm bigger then David is." he turned back and winked, "So I don't need to sound as mean." Jennah nodded. He was much bigger than David. "That is certainly true. NOW can I explore?" She asked him, sounding vaguely impatient. "HA!" Rich said as he stood again. "Just don't poke anywhere you're not supposed too, and if someone tells you to leave something alone, listen to em." "How do I know where I'm supposed to poke if you don't show me, Mr. Lee?" She said, sounding vaguely like her mother. Rich cocked a grin, "How else but by poking around? You lead, Ill follow." Jennah nodded and then went poking around, to the somewhat mostly amused looks of the marines around. Most of them didn't know who she was, just that the Major was keeping an eye on her, she could tell that. "Rich, what's this ?" She asked pointing at the gun that someone was working on. "What kind of gun is it?" "Something that would mess up your hair if you get to close," he said as he looked. "Heavy Support Phaser, Angel Mark 2." he said. The Armorer looked up at the girl, "This is Christine," he said as he gave the weapon an affectionate pat and with a clunky grin. "My girl." Jennah blinked. "I'm Jennah Winters-Dark......" "My girl." Vanyssa said walking in casually to the marine center. She walked over to the armorer and Lee. Rich immediately snapped too, "Captain on deck!" The sounds of fifth marines again dropping what they were doing echoed through the room, except for the Sergeant who had to put 'Christine' aside first lest all the pieces go flying. Jennah looked around at the people who had all jumped to attention. Vanyssa smiled to her marines. "At ease, Marines." She said, loudly enough that her voice carried through the room. "I want to thank you all for coming with us in this fight." She began. She caught the eyes of each of them as she swept the room with her gaze. "I am not your typical Captain." She said, landing her gaze back at Lee. "It means a lot to me, to Vanyssa," and with that she touched her chest, "That you are loyal to Admiral LoDona and are here with me on the Mystique. She's a new ship, yes, with a new crew, just like you are a new Company. We will all come together with time, hopefully before we face a Battle situation." She then smiled. "I know your Commander, Major Lee, and I know that he is one of the finest Marines in Starfleet. I know that he will train and guide you well." She said looking around the room. "I want you to know that contrary to the given attitude, you are not expendable. Each and every one of you is a valuable resource, and you are to do everything to preserve said resource. It's going to be a long road ahead, and it's going to be a tough battle getting there." She stopped her formal speech and looked down at her daughter. "This minxlette that has been watching you, is my daughter, Jennah." Jennah blushed bright red and tried to hide behind Vanyssa. "Thank you for taking care of her, and thank you for being here." She turned to Lee a few moments later. "Any problems?" Rich shook his head as he waved the Marines down. "A few things to discuss with you later, the minx here was well behaved." He looked down at her and winked, "Remember, infamous." Jennah laughed and took her Mum's hand. ::infamous?:: Vanyssa sent to her daughter. ::Uh huh. Rich said I'm Infamous. He didn't really say what that meant, though.:: Vanyssa gave Rich a strange look. "We'll discuss it then. I've promised my minx a chance to see the Bridge. She wants to compare it to the Nimitz. After that, her Governess should be aboard and I will be in my Ready Room." She nodded to the Major. Rich nodded himself, "Aye, Boss. Ill talk to you then." Vanyssa grinned and headed out of the marine staging area with Jennah. She was having a hard time finding the line between where being the Captain ended and where being a friend began. She knew that other Captains handled it by holding themselves aloof of their crew, but she had spent her entire eight years in the Fleet as a Counselor, and she intended to find a medium ground between the two. It just wasn't natural. The coldness had it's place, but her crew was very important to her, and they were a very valuable commodity out here. It would be hard to find loyal replacements. She shook her head and gave herself over to the pleasure that her daughter was feeling over the new ship. She certainly was quite beautiful ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Mystique - Marine Center, Meeting Center - Major Richard Ian Lee -1120) "Alright," Rich said as he leaned forward. The small room was filled with either other men, the XO of his own squad and the seven other Squad CO's within his demi-company. Some of them were new, a few were veterans, one was nothing but a high-level NCO. IT was an interesting mix of experience and raw talent. This was their first meeting as a company, his little love-note to the company-at-large hadn't been very thorough. "Starting tonight, we are going to start high-intensive drills. We are going to focus on defensive measures, at first, we don't have enough men to storm anything though anything but guile. A hundred marines, however, could make-or-break an invasion attempt." He sniffed and rubbed his nose as he put the PADD down and looked at the men and women of his command. "We will be running the helldeck at all hours, and Ill probably grab one of the larger Holodecks so we can double-duty with the Mustard shirts. The Captain and I both come from a ship which has been through a couple invasions, hand-to-hand and strong-hold scenarios. The Suicide Kings will be playing the bad guys for the start, we've been training for nearly a year straight on this. After that, Ill be programming some particularly nasty setups. We have to get used to fighting our own, at least for the time being, and I intend to make that part of the training." He leaned back again, "The sooner our Marines get used to seeing the guts of humans and vulcans bleeding on the open deck, the better off we will be." "Aren't you exaggerating some?" one of the young men said, a fresh third Lieutenant. Rich looked at him for a moment and made an effort to place the face, he ran 'Method of Force', and was only six months out of boot. That was fine, he hadn't been a smart-arse about it, Rich decided he wouldn't be condensending. "No, I'm not." Rich said firmly. "Think on this, let your mind run wild with the possibilities... We are fighting our own, our own men and ships. I already know that Stratops has informed the Marines Corps here to be prepared for greater hand-to-hand. Our Upper Echelon on high have decided not to destroy every ship we come across, if at all possible. First, because we can take and use those ships if they aren't badly damaged. Second, because the less of our own we can kill, the better off we will be when this whole mess is cleared up. Most, and I mean that, most of the people in this fight against us are following the orders of Starfleet Command. They think we are rebels, traitors, in a way they are right... We are defiantly fighting against Starfleet. It's those people pulling the strings we have a problem with. So if we can invade a ship, we can take it and save lives. And the same applies to those that don't want to see our ships destroyed, we are traitors but the ships aren't. I fully expect to be through at least one friendly invasion before this is all over." The Third Lieutenant looked thoughtful as Rich turned his gaze and pointed at the CCE of Blackops, the Combat Engineering squad. "Meaning, you are going to be running every squad through some advanced training yourself. Your squad is better trained for guile and subversion." He looked at everyone again, "We are all trained for ship-to-ship, but we have to be better then trained. We don't have many replacements through the fleet. IF we all die, there will be no one to replace us. When we go to war, we have to be better then anyone, just so we can survive to continue the fight." The CCE nodded. Someone else snorted. Rich turned his head slowly, the white pupil of his beam-damaged left eye centered on the individual in question. Rich found that not many could comfortably stand to be stared at by that injury, Rich himself hated the glowing after-glow of the beam which had come far to close to his optic nerve for his liking. The man was a 1st Lieutenant, the head of 'Joy of the Hunt.' "You have a... problem?" Rich asked, almost sweetly. "I doubt we'll last long enough to implement all your sweet training, that's all." was the mans response. Rich quirked an eyebrow, and the room passed in silence for many long moments as the two large men starred at each other. Finally, Rich said. "Perhaps your XO will feel more open-minded." The Marine in question only gave a lopsided grin, "If you think you can remove me..." he began as he started standing up. He stopped suddenly, his grin frozen on his face, as a phaser was shoved up against his temple. Rich shifted his gaze slightly, the CCE had a small type 1 phaser. What was more distressing was that his hand wasn't shaking in the slightest because he was holding it up against another Marine's skull. "Now, Jonnie." the CCE said in a deceptively gentle voice. "I was in this squad with LoDona a while back, I know the man rather well I would say. If you think we're bound to get killed, I would say yer wrong. I would also say that we are operatin' under the Articles of War, and treason against your superior officer is an offense punishable by... Oh... I dunno, say a level three phaser beam directly into your empty skull." Rich watched a very interesting play of emotion play over the Squad CO's face, followed with a grudging. "You might be right." He sat back down from his half-standing position, the phaser followed him all the way. Once he was down, the CCE looked up at Rich with a quirked eyebrow of his own. Lee nodded once. As if by magic, the phaser disappeared from Jonnie's head and went into a small arm holster. "I trust that is taken care of?" Rich said, giving a significant glance to everyone. When no one answered, he said "Good, then lets look at our training schedule and decide who goes where. We start immediately." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Mystique, Bridge, CO, Captain Vanyssa Winters - 11.30) The tour had been over for about 45 minutes, and the final transfer of personnel & supplies was taking place from the Talons to the Mystique. "Ops, how long until the transfer of personnel and supplies is completed?" Vanyssa asked from her chair in the middle of the Bridge. Her chair. She was the Captain. The moment she had sat down, she had been hit with a very heady feeling. (reply Ops) "I'll be in my ready room, if someone needs me." Vanyssa said, getting up and heading into it. She stopped two steps in, and the door closed behind her. Someone had certainly known her, and planned accordingly. She surveyed the room with a practiced eye, and grinned, then went over to the corner and opened one of the boxes and proceeded to settle in. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ (USS Mystique - Bridge - Ensign Jason Dema - 11.33) Vanyssa was getting the ship to launch, and after several stations: "Mr. Dema, please signal the SpaceDock for permission to undock." Jason turned to Vanyssa, and looked straight in her eyes, and said with a big smile "As you command... Captain Winters." Jason requested permission to launch, and after they allowed it... "We have clearance, and were waiting for your approval." --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Mystique, Ambassadorial Quarters, Federation Ambassador Anastasia Tar-Thurian, 1135) Ana arrived with Vanyssa, the Captain and proceeded to her quarters. She walked in to the room with her aid to see that they were spacious quarters. She looked around to find that it had a bedroom, Spacious living/work area, a personal view screen, ultrasonic shower but also had a bathtub/water shower, things she didnt normally use. There were provisions for pets, which, she did not at the present have one. There was a food replicator which is normal, a null-grav sleeping chamber. Her aid had quarters close by so that she could be at Ana's beck and call. She made it a note to see if any other VIP/Ambassador quarters had room for her aid to stay with her. "Candie, please put my things away, I am going to do some reading." Ana asked her aid, which Candie usually did without her asking but she thought it would be nice to ask instead of taking it for granted. She replicated herself some tea then walked over to the working area and pulled out reports that she had gathered before she left Talons. She had gathered files on every crew member that was to be assigned to the Mystique and her command crew. She wanted to know more about the people she would be around. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Mystique - Bridge - Conn- Lt Herkimer 78 and Captain Winters- 1200) As Herk stood on the turbolift looking onto the bridge, s/he took a deep breath. S/he loved the smell of a new ship. It was so clean. And with hir heightened sense of smell, that was a meaningful thought. But s/he could also smell the atitudes on the bridge. it smelled of excitement and anticipation. And a little fear thrown in, just to keep things interesting. As s/he stepped onto the bridge s/he scanned the crew. S/He didn't see the captain, but knew she had to be there somewhere. The logical place to look was her ready room. ~Loggical? Good heavens, I'm sounding like a Vulcan. Ewww.~ Walking across to the ready room Herk noticed the long looks from the other crew memebers. Most likely they'd never seen a Hermat before. Maybe s/he should show what they're looing at. Under certain circumstances s/he would just strip hirself down naked and give them a real show. But s/he was in a hurry. S/he reached for the door chime and waited. Vanyssa looked up as the comm went off. ~ Again ?~ She thought to herself, while saying "Come" She looked up at the very interesting... person... that walked in. Vanyssa smiled, at this person. Herk moved across the room, hish hips swaying a little. S/he stopped at the edge of the desk. "Captain Winters, I am Lt. Herkimer 78, reporting in." He gently put the PADD he'd been carrying on the desk in front of her. "I will be your new Conn officer." Vanyssa nodded, examining the PADD, she noted the species. "I'm sorry, Lt, I've never met one of your species before, Would you indulge my curiousity and tell me more about them ?" She indicated that hir should take a seat. ~Ah a captive audience.~ Herk smiled a genuinely gleeful smile. "I'd be honored." S/he sat in the seat across from the captain and began to speak. "Now, I've been told that I tend to over explain things, so please stop me when you've had enough." (reply Winters) "Hermats are a race that evolved from a sentient feline race. We have many similaar traits to your "cats" on Betazed or on Earth. Our vision tends to be a little sharper and we recquire little light, to see clearly. We have a sensitive olfactory sense. I've never measured this myself, but I'm told that we are a bit stronger than most humans." S/He paused to see it there were any questions. Since none come up Herk went on. "I guess the most interesting thing that most races seem to fixate upon is our gender status. Hermats are bi-gendered. That is I have both male and female...," s/he smile, "equipment. I know that there aren't a lot of Hermats in Starfleet. As a general rule my species likes to keep to themselves. It has been our experience that many species have... trouble, accepting our lifestyles." "Your lifestyle ?" Vanyssa asked, completely fascinated. "You don't have to answer that if you don't want to, Lt. I don't mean to make you feel uncomfortable." Herk gigled, "Me? Uncomfortable? Nah! Most Hermats are just very friendly. Very friendly. And we like everyone, men, women, Vulcans. Eveyone. Sometimes that's just hard to understand. I don't know why. I guess with the humans it's their monogomistic culture." Vanyssa tried very hard not to giggle. Betazoids had nothing against sex and sexuality. "Welcome to the crew, Lt. " She said, drawing the interview to a close. "I'm sure that you will enjoy it here. Please speak with Ops about Quarters, and there will be a meeting at 1600. I'm sorry, but I've promised Mr. Hhril already that he can pilot the ship out of Spacedock, since we weren't sure that we would be receiving a qualified pilot. After that, though, the Conn is yours." Herk tried not to look to disappointed. S/He'd always wanted to bring a new ship out of spacedock. "I understand Captain. I shall be an observer for the event. 1600 it is. Thank you." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Mystique, FO's Office, Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia & Lt Sarouk - 12:15) Peter sat at his desk, his computer terminal was on and displayed data on the Mystique. He sat behind numerous PADD's, mostly to do with the Mystique and Akira class in general. Some, however, were documents on dealing with unruly crew. He had 3 cold cups of tea, and a new hot mug placed next to the rest, behind a small pile of PADD's containing the crews data files. His head hurt, he was having to learn a lot and fast. The door chimed and Peter, distractedly, muttered "Come." Nothing. He put the PADD he was reading down hard and shouted, "COME!!" It was a little too loud and Peter regretted it as soon as it left his mouth. A rather confident officer entered, Vulcan and rather dashing. "Good afternoon Lieutenant, glad you could join me. Please have a seat won't you?" Peter did not rise, instead he rifled through the PADD's to find the right one. "Ah! here you are." Peter leant back into his chair and glanced over the PADD. Sarouk raised a brow as he looked at the young human before taking a seat. He folded his hand before him and waited patiently. Peter wanted to start the conversation with small talk, to get to know the Lieutenant before they got down to the serious business of talking over the Mystique. "How are you finding the transfer?" He asked, trying to start on a subject that wasn't too trying. "The transfer was logical, considering the situation," Sarouk said, simply never one for small talk. "I am glad about that." Peter said sarcastically, but he doubted the Vulcan would appreciate his dry wit. "Interesting, you have been here for a while. Tell me a bit about your last post?" "My last post was overseeing the construction of the Mystique, as I'm sure your well aware. It too was logical." "No a talkative chap I see. Well no bother, I just wanted some quality time with you but as I say, no bother." Peter turned his computer terminal so the Sarouk could see it. "How is she?" Sarouk ignored the emotional overtones of the Lt. Commanders words. He glanced at the computer screen, memorizing it in seconds. His facial expresion didn't change in the least. "She is operating within established parameters. A full shakedown cruise, however, is in order to determine if any further adjustments need to be made to the cloaks power distrubution system or the sensor network." "I was under the impression that she had already had a shakedown. And am fully aware of what happened during that initial 'test'. Okay, I'll tell the Captain we need to run tests on the cloak. What about the propulsion systems, I take it that they are up to scratch?" Peter pulled up some schematics on the Tactical systems and glanced at them as Sarouk answered. His mind was racing over all sorts of data and was probably not even making sense to the Lieutenant. "She had a partial shakedown. The 'incident', resulted in the admiral concluding the shakedown before it was completly finished, as some battle damage was sustatined. The cloak was added at 'the last minuet' as you humans call it. That resulted in some massive reconfiguring of the ships power systems and the computers engineering subroutiens had to be reworked to include the added power consumption curve. The ships warp and impulse drives are operatinng within established parameters, with the exception of a small sub-space varience encountered traveling above warp 5. It is a minor problem easily tracked and corrected once we leave dock and the warp drive is engaged." "Good good. Now we have had to lose some tactical advantage to include the cloaking device. How does this effect us, and what did we lose, exactly?" "Yes. There is a loss of phaser power of 23.5693% Our torpedo complement has also been reduced to make room for the added equipment." "That is a lot of power. Could that effect our defensive capability? And how do you plan to cover that? We will need phasers, and that means the power to fire them aswell. Have a meeting scheduled with Ensign Dema, and myself later today to discuss this further." Sarouk's brow rose slightly at the emotional outburst. ~Much too emotional.~ He thought regarding the Lt. Commander silently before replying. "Sir, the reduction in over all phaser output is standard for a ship of this class carrying a cloaking device. She is still quite formidable for a ship of her size and more than able to hold her own in a fire fight. The altered tactical specifications where authorized by Admiral Jopek himself when the order to install the cloak came in. The Admiral is confident that the current tactical configuration does not jeopardize the safety of the ship or it's ability to defend itself in combat. Now, while the Mystique might not have the endurance of an Akira with out a cloak, due to the reduction in our torpedoes stores, the cloak makes up for this deficiency by giving us the tactical advantage of 'invisibility'. However, if you still wish to meet with Ensign Dema, than I shall schedule the meeting, as you wish, but nothing can be done to the Mystiques offensive capabilities with out sacrificing other systems." Peter was caught by surprise, he must sound like a prize winning fool to the Vulcan. "Huh, sorry if I am being a nuisance Liuetenant, but I am trying to be as thorough as I can possibly be. I would rather not be the bearer of bad news on day one! You understand. I thank you for yur patience, I think we can forget the meeting.with Ensign Dema. I think that you two will not get along anyway." Peter looked at his pile of PADD's and then again at Sarouk. He sighed and rose from his seat, it felt odd being on his feet again after so long sitting down. He gestured to the door. "If that is all, would you accompany me on a stroll to Engineering? I have wanted to see it without the Admirals poking around." "Of course sir," Sarouk said, rising to his full 7+ foot height, "Though I am unaware of any Admirals poking anything on board this vessel, let alone in engineering." "Hahaha, well let's be off then. I need to stretch my legs." Peter strode towards the doors and they opened, he turned to see Sarouk walking behind him, they both left the room and headed towards Engineering. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Mystique - Marine Center, 'Helldeck' - Major Richard Ian Lee -1353) Rich crossed his arms as he watched the two squads at work. The helldeck was working overtime, Rich had loaded a few of his own training programs into the computer. Since this was the first day, he wasn't going to dig them immediately into the Federation scenes, this was a jungle setting. There were four squads working in two teams, against each other. Unlike the computer, 'real' squads sometimes made very dumb mistakes or had true flashes of inspiration. There were several live marines standing next to him, all in full BDU. They were invisible to the troopers still active in the fight, they were casualties. The Holodeck had immediately formed an exact duplicate of them as they 'died', complete with gore and blasted BDU parts. It was a lovely programming bit, it allowed the 'dead' Marines to step back and continue to watch their comrades, and it provided a very powerful bit of realism for the troopers still fighting. This might be a holodeck, but it was as real to combat as it could get. Rich had seen troopers break down and get sick at the way the computer rendered dead comrades. He wouldn't be taking active part in these missions for at least a couple weeks, he wanted to study how the squads reacted first. The Blue team was his own squad, the Suicide Kings, and the Recon group 'Joy of the Hunt'. The Red Team was the Infantry group 'Watchful Eye' and the Combat Engineers, Blackops. Only the single Infantry group was truly in its element, his own Heavy Assault couldn't use their big guns, the CE's were not dealing in stealth, and the Recon group was bogged down in heavy fighting. It was not an ideal situation, but it was a situation he wanted to see. His own squad had been training lately on Federation missions, he wanted to throw them into something new. Blackops had a long history of excellence, but they were a CE squad so jungle ops were not their specialty. The Recon group was trained more to run then fight, though they were fully training Marines, their BDUs were made for speed and endurance and not heavy combat. So far, it was the blue team that was getting hurt worst. Rich was recording everything, and making notes into his BDU's computer for later review. After a few more minutes, the Blue stronghold was broken by a coordinated effort by some of the CE's, bodies fell from high-levels (thought he computer broke their fall at the end) as men fought hand-to-hand or were phasered down by snipers and the assault group. Rich called out "Computer, freeze program and reload to Lee 10-2." The computer stopped, all movement in from trees and nature paused, then every 'body' disappeared and the trees were replaced with very rocky terrain. "Alright," Rich called out loud. He turned and waved the 'deceased' up to their squads again. "Same squads, direct assault. Take your places." Men started to scramble, they had already figured out that he didn't always wait until they were ready, two of the Red Squad had died immediately when he started the previous simulation with them still out of cover. He noticed with some amusement that those two had already ducked behind two rocks. He closed his eyes when he said "Computer, simulate a mile between the two squads." He heard nothing, but when he opened his eyes, he could see nothing but empty terrain. He turned his head and saw telltale flashes of light from BDU's that hadn't yet taken desert cammo. That was why he had closed his eyes, the computer had to really screw with visual reality when dealing with 'distance'. "Alright, start up!" he bellowed. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Mystique, Bridge, CO, Captain Vanyssa Winters - 14.10) All the transferring of materials had taken place, and Vanyssa stood on the Bridge of her ship. "Mr. Sarouk, are the engines on-line ?" Vanyssa asked, feeling a bit strange but oddly elated. (reply Sarouk) "Mr. Dema, please signal the SpaceDock for permission to undock." (reply Dema) "Mr. Hhril, please program in the Departure vector that Phoenix has given us, and take us out slow, 1/4 Impulse." Feeling a bit impish, Vanyssa continued. "And mind the other ships in the area." She said, sounding half-serious and half-silly. (reply Hhril) Vanyssa watched in fascination as Hhril weaved his way through the maze of ships until they were clear of the Dock. "Helm, set a course for Geneva and engage at warp 6." Vanyssa spoke confidently. "Number One, please schedule a meeting of the senior officers for 1600." Vanyssa said, heading for the turbo lift. "I want Departmental Reports by then, including preliminary lists of the supplies that we are going to need from Geneva. We will be picking up the rest of the crew then." She said, smiling as the turbolift doors opened. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ (USS Mystique, Bridge, FO, Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia - 14:00) Peter had been really busy for the whole day and had made his way to the Bridge so he could be there for the launch. He still had masses to do, but this was the most important day in his life so far, he was not going to miss it. As the turbolift opened he stepped out onto the Bridge and looked towards the Captain, she was walking around, checking all the dutystations. Peter knew she was filling time before they launched, he smiled and stepped down to his chair. It was the second time he had sat in it, the first was only a brief stop to see how it felt. He pulled up the data on the launch and what was still being checked. Everything was fine and so he allowed himself to relax, a smidgeon. A while later, what seemed an age, Peter heard the Captain prepare to launch. Eventually he watched Vanyssa as she headed to the turbolift. "Helm, set a course for Geneva and engage at warp 6." Vanyssa spoke confidently. "Number One, please schedule a meeting of the senior officers for 1600." Vanyssa said, heading for the turbo lift. "I want Departmental Reports by then, including preliminary lists of the supplies that we are going to need from Geneva. We will be picking up the rest of the crew then." She said, smiling as the turbolift doors opened. "Yes Ma'am." Peter followed her to the turbolift and said quietly. "Are you not staying for the launch? I thought you would want to see it from your chair." (Reply Vanyssa) "Ah, I see. Well I shall see you, no doubt, before the staff meeting?" (Reply Vanyssa) "Have fun." Peter waited until she had left the bridge and announced. "I have control." It was standard Starfleet practice to announce your command when it had not been overtly stated. He walked back to the command seating and stared at the CO's chair. He smiled and sat in his. "Main viewer on." He ordered. The screen appeared out of nowhere, the wall which had the emblem of the 52nd Fleet emblazoned on it, dissapeared and the holographic viewscreen in its place. On it Spacedock Pheonix and several other vessels. The ship turned and headed out on the designated flight path. On the screen now were several small attack craft, and 2 Defiant class starships, their escort. "Report when we have cleared the defense perimiters." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ (USS Mystique - Main Bridge - Ensign Ketal, CSO - 14:13) Ketal had just run a diagnostic on the sensors when the Captain stepped out on the bridge, paused for a moment then began giving orders to get under way. The diagnostic he had run reflected exactly what his readings showed; that the repairs that he and Sarouk had made to the sensors after the ship's meeting with the "Intrepid" were complete. Ketal listened closely to the replies of the other bridge officers as he didn't wish to interrupt their replies to orders already given, as the ship began to manuever out of the Spacedock and toward open space he turned to the Captain who was standing at the rear of the bridge and anticipating her orders called out. "All sensors are working normally Captain, Navigational sensors and the Lateral array show green and short range sensors are showing normal traffic within the system. Long range sensors are on standby to be activated at your order." Having made his report he turned back to his console and watched for any abnormal readings. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ (USS Mystique - Main Bridge - CSO Ensign Ketal & CO Vanyssa Winters, - 14:16) "All sensors are working normally Captain, Navigational sensors and the Lateral array show green and short range sensors are showing normal traffic within the system. Long range sensors are on standby to be activated at your order." Vanyssa nodded. "Excellent, Mr. Ketal. If you would be so kind as to come with me, for a moment." She said, motioning to the turbolift. Vanyssa turned around to see her first Officer there. "Yes Ma'am." Peter followed her to the turbolift and said quietly. "Are you not staying for the launch? I thought you would want to see it from your chair." "I have seen the launch, and I will be back." She lowered her voice and said, "I have a little girl who is scared and lonely and in need of reassurance." "Ah, I see. Well I shall see you, no doubt, before the staff meeting?" "Absolutely." Vanyssa tried to keep the thought out of her mind that her FO was not only irritating her, but also questioning her orders. On the Bridge in front of the crew. She tried to not let it show to Ketal, but she was pretty sure that he picked up on it. He didn't seem to miss much. They would have to have a talk, Vanyssa and her First officer. As Vanyssa motioned Ketal toward the turbolift Ketal blinked in surprise, he nodded his assent and motioned to the ensign at Science 2 to take his place at the main console. As the dark haired man rushed to take his place the half-Vulcan followed the Captain into the lift. ~I understand there is some nervousness associated with a first command, perhaps I overstepped my bounds. ~ He thought. As she spoke however it became plain a reprimand was not in her thoughts. Once they were inside, she smiled. "It's good to see you again, my friend. I wanted to thank you for the work that you've done getting this ship in order. When I heard that you were here, working on her, I knew that things would be perfect. Were you the one that advised in the decoration of my Ready Room ? I didn't realize that you knew me so well." She said smiling. "Turbolift, Pause between Deck One and Two." The halting of the turbolift was quite unexpected but as Ketal remembered Vanyssa could be very mercurial in her ways and hard to anticipate, that would surely come in handy when it came time to face off against their own kind. "I cannot claim much credit Captain, Sarouk is highly adept at managing the repairs and it was a joint effort. As far as the decorations go I remembered you had a very eclectic taste, some of the pieces were hard to come by on such short notice and there were two I was unable to acquire, perhaps later on they can be added to your collection." He looked at the woman and realized that even though it had been several years since he had seen her she had lost none of her beauty. ~ Beauty is a human affectation and because I am half human and born and raised on Earth perhaps I am susceptible to it as well. ~ "You look well Captain, I must say I was gratified to hear you would be taking command of her, she seems to be made for you." Vanyssa smiled and laughed, happy and ecstatic again. "Thank you. Ketal. She is quite lovely, isn't she?" Meaning the Mystique. "Now tell me a bit about Mr. Sarouk. I don't know much about him, other than he is very experienced. How does he seem to you ?" She asked, curious. "And don't tell me that a half Vulcan doesn't have feelings. I'm just asking for your impression of him." Ketal considered the question for a moment before replying, the dilemna was that any reply not directed specifically about the CEO's qualifications would be borne from an emotional or subjective response whereas commenting on his abilities pertained strictly to known facts. The half Vulcan sighed, a most un Vulcan like response, he knew it was no use preteding in front of her, she had always known he was different. The facts were that his emotional controls were not up to a Vulcan's standards which was something he wanted to travel to Vulcan one day to remedy. "The CEO is highly intelligent and dedicated and seems to have the safety of the ship and crew uppermost in his mind. He is also very disciplined and focused. After working with him for some time I would not hesitate to extend to him the courtesy of trust." He paused for an instant, that last part sounded somewhat emotional to him, perhaps it was time to deflect her attention to something else and away from his own failings. "How is Jennah? She was barely old enough to walk when I saw her last." Vanyssa nodded. She had adopted Jennah very young. "She's doing well. Almost thirteen!" Vanyssa smiled. "She's very curious, extremely trusting. She says that she wants to grow up to be a Starfleet Officer, just like her mother and father. I guess, both sets of us now." And Vanyssa grinned. "She wants to be a science officer. I had been meaning to ask you if you would be interested in tutoring her. There aren't enough children on board to warrant a schoolteacher, so I found her a Governess, but.... she's more into the why and how to behave than the practical." Vanyssa smiled thinking about her daughter. "I'm going to see her, if you would like to come along. I doubt she remembers you, Ketal. Most children don't remember things from that young." Ketal nodded, relieved to be focusing on something else rather than his subjective thoughts. "Of course Captain I would tutor her if Science is her desire, we could deduce that rather quickly from her behavior. If she does have the talent for it how much time would you set aside for her instruction? It is best to start one so young off slowly and if they prove it is not drudgery and hold or raise their level of interest then more time could be added. I would suggest two or three days a week at two hours at a time to start and after three months considering her progress her instruction could be modified. And of course I will go with you, there is nothing pressing at this time that I have to attend to." Vanyssa nodded and agreed with Ketal. "Thank you." She said. "Turbolift, resume" She stated, then led the way to her Quarters Jennah was sitting in her bedroom, and Vanyssa was a bit surprised at the opulence of their Quarters. Jennah had a rather large room to herself, and Vanyssa's was larger. "Quite a change from the Nimitz, Ketal, thank you." She said, moving into Jennah's room. "Hey, Minx, I brought someone you might remember. Do you remember Mr. Ketal, from the Vanguard?" Jennah shook her head. "Well he remembers you." Vanyssa grinned. Ketal looked at the child for a moment remembering her as a toddler. "Good day Jennah, I seem to remember you were rather fascinated by my ears when you were very young though I am sure that was too long ago for you to remember." Jennah frowned. "I don't remember, but they are rather nice ears for a vulcan." She looked from Vanyssa to Ketal. "Mr. Ketal, how do you know me ?" "I was in an internship with the Academy and placed in a research team investigating life forms on Regalius 5 for a short term on the Vanguard,Jennah. I was having trouble "adapting" and the Captain," here he looked at Vanyssa to show what Captain he meant, "helped me. So you see I saw you many times upon the Vanguard. Your mother." Her corrected himself. "Rather the Captain has told me you are interested in Science and wishes for me to tutor you. What do you think of spending some practical time in the labs learning to take readings and later on possibly using the equipment?" "It would have to be with oversight of course but first you will have to learn how to handle specimens and later you could learn how to operate the equipment." Ketal said . Jennah's eyes gleamed. "Really ? You would let me into the lab ? I won't let you down, I promise!" She said, throwing her arms around Mr. Ketal's legs and hugging him, meanwhile projecting rather loudly her enthusiasm. Vanyssa winced, her telepathic senses finally healing from her possession, and rather raw. ~I miss Riven...~ She thought to herself, watching her daughter interact with Mr. Ketal. "I need to get back to the bridge. I am expecting some new crew to arrive. Jennah, hun, feel free to finish settling in, or go see Miss Dema is you are bored. Have Ms. Rilley escort you, though." Vanyssa warned. "This is a new ship, with lots of new people, and I don't trust them with you, yet. They might not know what to do with a small child crawling around the ship." Vanyssa finished cautioning her daughter, then gave her a big hug. ::Love you, minx.:: Jennah responded with a grin. Ketal nodded, "And I should go to my office for a moment to get some reports before the meeting." He nodded to Jennah and Vanyssa. "I shall see you shortly Captain." Then turned on his heel and left the room. Vanyssa leaned down to give her daughter another hug, then headed out, sparing another glance for her very large, very spacious and quite opulent Quarters. ~Maybe being CO does have some perks.~ She thought to herself. "Bridge." She commanded, heading up there. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ((USS Mystique, Bridge, FO, Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia - 14:20) They were now well clear of the defensive perimiters and had said their formal farewell to Spacedock pheonix and her Commanding Officers. Peter, still sitting in his chair, glanced over the Bridge. The Captain had yet to return and the Bridge was full of highly charged officers. "Lieutenant HHril, report." Peter asked. (Reply HHril) "Very well. Carry on." Peter turned to his other orders now. He pressed the comm button on his console. "This is the First Officer to all Senior staff. The Captain will be holding a Senior Staff Briefing at sixteen hundred hours, in the Briefing room. Belinia out." Again Peter closed the comm link and opened another. "This is the First Officer to all departments. Please report on your status and current departmental needs and requirements. Belinia out." (Reply All Senior Staff, Dept. heads, ANY) Now Peter was excited. He knew that the majority of the people those messages were for were on the Bridge. He stood and paced along the Bridge. The viewscreen was dissabled and he stood before the plaque of the 52nd Fleet. His thoughts turned to his family. His mother was possibly a Captain, and his father still at Jupiter Station if he had managed to wrangle out of the top secret program Starfleet was ushering him into. Would he have to fight his mother?, were his parents in trouble because of his decision to follow LoDona? These questions ran circles around him, trying to disorient him. How ould he cope with all this, especially with his mother? ~Ah, the burden of loyalty. The taste of betrayal and the sweet aroma of justice. If only I coud speak with her once more, just for a brief moment. O mother dearest, how I love you.~ He thought. ~But that love only extends so far...........~ He felt the tear fall down his cheek, he brushed it away and turned, Once he was seated in his chair he began to think of what needed to be done. "Bridge to Engineering." (Reply Sarouk) "Good, are we ready to test the Cloaking Device?" (Reply Sarouk) "This is the First Officer to all personelle, we are going to test the cloaking device, this is only a test. All stations report test readiness." Peter waited as the reports came in fromm all stations. "Ensign Dema, deploy the Cloak." Peter stood as the ship entered 'cloak mode'. "Ensign, a fifteen minute test should suffice." Peter looked at the young officer stood before his console. "And I would like a full report before the Briefing." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Mystique - Captain's quarters - CSO Ketal - 14:23) Ketal was leaving the Captain's quarters when the ship's intercom sounded. "This is the First Officer to all Senior staff. The Captain will be holding a Senior Staff Briefing at sixteen hundred hours, in the Briefing room. Belinia out." Immediately after the announcement Ketal's comlink sounded and he tapped it. "This is the First Officer to all departments. Please report on your status and current departmental needs and requirements. Belinia out." Ketal lengthened his stride intending to make his way to the CSO's office so he could compile the information the FO wanted. As he entered the turbolift another announcement sounded. "This is the First Officer to all personelle, we are going to test the cloaking device, this is only a test. All stations report test readiness." Ketal suppressed his initial reaction but only just barely. ~ I am not on the bridge and he will start a cloaking test? Sarouk and I spent many hours formulating the exact settings to adapt the cloak to these new technologies and the cloak has not yet been tested. The ship was attacked on its shakedown cruise before it could be started. I should be monitoring the readouts at the Science station! ~ His voice was slightly too rough as he said to the turbolift. "Bridge!" As the lift started he went through a calming routine his mother had taught him and when the doors opened he quickly swept past several startled crewmembers to Science 1. The Ensign at the watch must have sensed him coming for he whirled around in the chair and jumped up when he saw the CSO near. Perhaps it was the reaction of the other crew that had alerted him. As Ketal neared the station the COS said. "Acknowledged Sir, engaging cloak, power stable, shields and weapons are offline, we are now fully cloaked." "Ensign, a fifteen minute test should suffice, And I would like a full report before the Briefing." The FO said. Ketal quickly scanned the readouts as he sat down at the station, the cloak was active however the energy reading on node three was beginning to spike. Knowing Sarouk was seeing the same thing he withheld comment and while holding the power readings he also brought up the scans from the lateral array and what he saw was not good. He tapped his combadge and said. "Chief Sarouk the power spike on node three is causing a leakage of neutronic radiation outside the cloak at the rate of 1.3 to the tenth power millirens per second. Can you stabilize the energy vectors? --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Mystique - Bridge - Ensign Jason Dema - 14:28) THe FO was getting everyone ready to test the cloaking device "This is the First Officer to all personelle, we are going to test the cloaking device, this is only a test. All stations report test readiness." Jason turned to the FO. "Standing by Sir." "Ensign Dema, deploy the Cloak." "Acknowledged Sir, engaging cloak, power stable, shields and weapons are offline, we are now fully cloaked." "Ensign, a fifteen minute test should suffice, And I would like a full report before the Briefing." "Yes Sir." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Mystique - Bridge - Ensign Jason Dema - 1450) After the test Jason was downloading all the data related to the cloaking device down to a PADD, and then he noticed some unusual fluctuations in the power grid, wich had to be resolved, cause they could pose a threat once in deep space. Jason then stood up and went to the FO "Here's the report about the cloaking device Sir." Jason handed over the PADD to Peter --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Mystique - Bridge - CO Captain Vanyssa Winters & FO Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia - 1457) Vanyssa came back to the Bridge after the meeting with her daughter and Mr. Ketal. She took her seat, and looked down at the messages that had been forwarded there. "How did the test of the Cloaking Device go, Commander?" She asked, curious. "The test was sucsessful in the fact that we maintained the cloaking field for the full fifteen minutes. The results are still being intepreted and we should have the full report at the Briefing. Ensign Dema has given a full account of all stations and their reactions to the cloak. All was well there, nobody reported any malfunctions apart from the third node. I have no idea what went wrong but I am sure Ketal and Sarouk shall inform us in detail in the Briefing." Peter looked at the Captain. "We had a malfunction with the third node, it was leaking neutronic radiation outside of the field." "And from our escort, have we gotten their sensor readings?" "They were rather shocked at the leakage, the Captains of the USS Earheart and USS Hermes A, the Defiant class starsips, have taken a great interest in it and will be sending data on their cloaking devices so we can crossreference our data." Vanyssa nodded. "Well, it's not too surprising. The cloak was installed at the last minute, and hasn't been particularly modified for this ship. We'll talk with Mr. Ketal and Mr. Sarouk at the meeting. Once they have a repair ETA, We will test it again. I want the cloak fully operational by the time the Escort begins to peel away." "I thought the same. It will be a priority. Do you want to have more tests en-route to Geneva.?" Vanyssa nodded. "Absolutely." She said. "We have six weeks of shakedown time, and I intend to use all of it." "I hoped you would say that." Peter replied with a smile. "There is a small Asteroid feild nearby, three days away. I thought some practice in there would be good. Test our weapons and smaller craft. The Marines could use it for anti-grav training. What do you think?" Vanyssa shook her head. "Unfortunantly no. We need to rendezvous with Geneva, and pick up the rest of our crew. Then we have orders to head to Sector 28972 and do mapping of it for the shake down time. Maybe there will be an asteroid field there, Commander." She said with a grin. "Although my intuition tells me that we will find something very interesting there." Peter smiled back at his Captain and handed her a PADD with the rescent data of the test on it. "I am sure there will be other opportunities. I'll have Geneva's Stellar Cartography and Astrometrics see if they can pull any information on that sector." Vanyssa scanned the PADD over, noting the results, and wishing that she had more engineering background to understand them better. She had the basic command course, of course, but that was it. "Excellent, Commander, please do so." Vanyssa was feeling suddenly restless again, somewhat lethargic at the same time. She realized that it was all catching up to her again. "Commander, if we could speak in my Ready Room." Part of Vanyssa thrilled to those words. ~My! Ready Room!!~ "Certainly." Peter said in following her to her ready room. Vanyssa waited till the doors shut, then went over to her replicator. "Can I get you anything ?" She asked. Peter walked quite tentativley into the room. "A cup of tea would go down quite nicley I think." He said, smiling again. Vanyssa nodded, "Computer, two cups of tea." She spoke. "One Lady Grey and One Earl Grey." She handed her First Officer one of the cups of tea after it had come out of the replicator. She took a sip and spit it out. "Oh, my God." She said, choking on the bitterness of it. "It tastes awful." She made a Mr. Yuck face. "Yours?" Peter chuckled at the Captains face and took a sip from his cup. "I believe we have the wrong cups." His face was not as twisted as the Captains but it did show his distaste to the tea. Vanyssa laughed and swapped cups with him. "I'm glad that the replicators aren't malfunctioning." She said. Peter, laughing and handing the Captains tea over and accepting his. "I would not have liked to see Mr. Sarouks face if that were the case." Vanyssa grinned at the thought. "Or Mr. Hhril's, for that matter." She sat her tea down and rubbed her head. Another headache was coming on. "Why did you question me, when I left the Bridge with Mr. Ketal?" Vanyssa asked, quietly. Peter was shocked, but understood why she saked it. "I was merley wondering why you were leaving the Bridge so early on. I am sorry if you were offended by my actions." Vanyssa nodded. "I was not offended, merely surprised. Have you ever been a parent, Mr. Belenia ?" Peter was amused at that question. "No Ma'am. And I intend to keep it that way." Vanyssa smiled at the clear amusement on his face. "Jennah is the most important thing to me. I made a promise that right after the ship was launched, I would come and see her. I also wanted to speak with Mr. Ketal. He is an old friend of mine from the Vanguard. I'm sorry if I surprised you, but you do understand that I can't have you asking those kinds of questions on the middle of the bridge, especially over insignificant things." "I perfectly understand Captain. You see, this is my first time in Command, I am still learning. I will endeavour to keep my inquisitive side in check." Peter sipped at his tea and savoured its taste. Vanyssa nodded. "What do you think the crew thought when they saw the First Officer questioning the Captain not 3 hours after the Captain took command ? " Peters face was full of anguish. His first day was not going as well as he had hoped. "I would imagine they would not have thought it a prudent move on my part." Vanyssa shook her head, glad for all the years she had spent as a Counsellor. "Would they be thinking, 'Well if the First Officer can't even trust her, why should we ?' or 'What has Starfleet saddled us with, is she a bad Captain, to need a Keeper ?" Vanyssa leaned slightly forward. "I need you to trust me." She said, patting his knee. "I need to know that I can trust you, and that you trust me. The crew needs to see us as one unit, not a unit split and divided in distrust." Peter placed his cup down and looked at the Captain, his eyes were full of sincerity. "Captain, I trust you. I will follow every order implicitly and further I will never doubt your Captaincy or your ability to Command. I am your First Officer and shall be at your side. This will never happen again, I will think before I speak out again." Vanyssa nodded. She could only hope that that was indeed true, that he would think before speaking. "Is there anything else on your mind, Commander?" She said, letting the matter drop. He swallowed his thoughts about his mother, he would bring them up with her at another time. Peter thought about his run in with both Ensign Dema and Major Lee. "Captain, if I may be frank?" Peter, thankful of this time with her and able to open up. "Captain, there have been some incidents where I have had.....arguments, with some members of the crew. I did not want to bring this to you formally, and so I am informing you only because it involves you. Although indirectly." Vanyssa's eyes shot up. "how does it involve me? And what happened?" "It involes your friends, Ensign Dema and Major Lee. I will speak about Ensign Dema first. His attitude is somewhat lax, and at the time, he was also indifferent to our respective ranks. He even went as far as trying to tell me how to do my job. Mr Dema obviously feels that due to his friendship with you that he is untouchable, he even called you by your first name." Peter did not know how she was going to react to this news. Vanyssa nodded. "I've noted this, and have spoken to him about it several times. I have told him that if another incident occurs, then he will be on punishment detail." Vanyssa sighed. "His friendship with me is mainly through his sister and my daughter. They are good friends. I believe that he also has feelings for me. He is very very young, and very new to Starfleet. He has so much potential, though." She sighed again. "And it's a fine line that he strides most of the time, Commander. You, as First Officer, are perfectly capable of assigning punishment duties as you see fit." She felt her headache growing. "How did you react to his insubordination ?" "At first I tried to ignore it, when it continued I tried to deal with it diplomatically. At the end I had to shout at him to leave my quaters. It was a wake-up call for me, and I hope for him aswell. I am unsure of how to deal with ths at present, but I hope that I can smooth it over and appeal to his more friendly side. I would hate to put him on punshment detail, he is quite a competant officer." "You shouted at him?" Vanyssa's eyebrows rose even further. "Did that seem to work ?" "I actually think it did. I was loath to do it, I am not a monster Captain. He seems to be more respectful and also seems to be following Starfleet protocols rather well, but only time will tell." Vanyssa nodded. "Well, it comes to all people in different ways. I was assigned to emergency hull duty in engineering at one point when I was an Ensign to learn respect for the Third Officer of my ship. Peter looked at her with a quzzical eye. "You, punishment detail. Now that is worrying. I hope I never slip up." He laughed a little. Vanyssa grinned. "The 3O of the Vanguard was a disagreeable woman who thought she knew how to Counsel better than I did. She did not." Vanyssa's frowned deepened, remembering Delilah WildRose very well. Peter smiled at her, he enjoyed her company. "I am sure that you were correct!" Vanyssa suddently sobered as she thought of Lee. "What happened with my Major" She asked, frowning deeper. Lee was an incredibly disciplined person, who was technically brilliant. It was not like him to lose his temper. Peters face grew rather dark as he remebered the incident. "We met in the Conference room of the Talons, yesterday. We got into a conflict of personalities would you say." "Elaborate further, please." Vanyssa frown deepened. This was not a good sign. Peter took a deep breath. "Well for my part I wanted to simply inform him of my concerns over the security of the Mystique. He intepreted it as an attck upon his ability to command his men, he dropped a few names and called me a 'young pup'. I tried to maintain my authority throughout and that led me into somewhat of a power struggle with him. I exerted my authority, he exerted his friendship with both you and Admiral LoDona, and eventually he left the room. We shook hands before he left, at my request. But mainly, we argued his ability to caommand, he also questioned my loyalty to the 52nd, in a round about sort of way." Vanyssa nodded. "I am not surprised by that. You do realize that the Major is close in rank you yourself? And that his position among his marines is very similiar to that of the CO?" Vanyssa leaned slightly forward. "Have you had any experience with the marines before this, Commander ?" "Only with Colonel T'Vanek and his men on Geneva. Nothing quite on the scale of Major Lee though!" "And the Colonel is a Vulcan." Vanyssa replied. "Vulcans are very different than humans, and I would imagine that he makes a very different sort of MCO." "I am sure he does, Captain. I would like to impress upon you that I think nothing less of the Major for his outburst, and as far as rank is concerned, we may share the same amount in pips but I am still First Officer. No matter how close a friend of you he is Captain I need to know he will follow my orders if the time came." Vanyssa's eyes hardened. She had been trying to justify Lee to her First Officer. "I can assure you that the Major will follow orders, Commander. I trust him with my life, and more importantly with my daughters life. Lee will do what he thinks is best, Commander. In a way," And she felt herself soften a bit. "I would think he was testing you. He is probably under the Admiral's orders to ascertain if there are any traitors in the Fleet. And I assure you, Commander, there are, it's just a matter of finding them. Lee answers to you and me, We answer to the Great Admiral..... and he answers to his own conscience." Her philosophy abated. "If you continue to have problems with him, please notify me, and I will have a talk with him." "Thank you Captain, but I think we can forget about it. I am not one to hold a grudge. And I plan to talk to him, clarify our positions. I am glad to see that you are open minded about this Captain. I was worried that your feelings would get in the way of your judgement. For that I can only apologise." Vanyssa sat in shock. Her feelings get in the way of her judgement !?!?!? "How do you think I feel about Mr. Lee, Commander ?" Peter was surprised about this reaction. "I meant nothing intimate Captain. Simply when one is in relationship with someone feelings become a part of that relationship. Even if it is just a friendship, I was worried that your friendship would have effected your perception. That wuld have been a more tactful way of putting it." Peter smiled despite himself. "I just keep on digging, don't I Captain?" Vanyssa nodded. "I think I understand. And if you mean the Earth expression of deeper holes, then no. I just don't know you well enough yet, and Ethics don't give me the luxury of just reading your mind to figure out what you mean. Emotions, yes, but only if they are strong." "No," vanyssa said sadly. "I would send Lee to his death all the same. I would weep after it was all done, though." "Captain, I will be honest, I do not envy your position. It must be a heavy burden you bear." Vanyssa looked up. "I didn't realize how heavy before." She said, with the realization that she probably would have to send Lee into precarious situations, and most likely he, and lots of other people would die under her command. "I knew that Susan Rivers grieved when she sent my husband into a hostile situation, and he ended up brain dead." Vanyssa knew that very well. Peter, full of sorrow, looked into her eyes. "If only things were different. I can only be there at your side, to share that burden. And I am sure that Lee would do all he could to stay alive, if only to protect you and Jenna." Vanyssa sighed. "No more sadness. We are launching a brand new ship. No one is dead yet. I plan to keep it that way." "I can only hope that that is true Captain. We both know there is no use in deluding ourselves. We can thank the Admiral we have a few months before we are called to the frontline. Hopefully a little longer." Vanyssa shook her head. "If I have my way, no one will die. Call it a delusion, but it's my mission to make sure that as many people live as possible. As for when we are called to the frontline.... I only pray that there won't be a front line. " Peter smiled, it was nice to see her full of passion. Even if it was, in his opinion, misplaced. "I am sure you will succeed Captain." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Mystique – Shuttle bay – CXS – Dr. John Nathaniel Harper- 15.05) John placed his feet on the deck of the ship it was a most unsavory environment and the reprocessed air made his gag little. Pausing for a moment he looked around and identified the position of the turbolift. Moving over slowly he took his time to walk, there was no real hurry the Captain would just have to wait for him. He had been recalled from his expedition to a planet in the early stages of evolution and this had not produced a weary traveler. Added to that a Klingon pilot that possibly proved that Primates do exist in space. John was not a happy bunny, zipping up his tight Starfleet uniform he commanded the lift to the bridge. ~A Primary conclusion would be that the woman in charge of this ship would be on the bridge. I do hope she can direct properly! ~ John thought to himself. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Mystique – Bridge – CXS & CO – Dr. John Nathaniel Harper & Captain Winters– 15:10) On arrival at the bridge John looked around, it was pretty standard nothing really that stood out from the various other bridges he had walked around. Most Starfleet ships lacked neither inspiration nor a good grasp of aesthetic value. Everything was so bland and boring, how any one could like these were beyond him. Seeing a woman sitting in the command Chair John moved over to announce his presence. "Captain Winters I presume, im Dr. John Nathaniel HarperPHD. Here as your Head of Xenobiological studies," Vanyssa looked at the person who had been assigned to her as head of Xenobiological studies. ~Since when is there a department called that? ~ She half wondered to herself. "Welcome, Doctor, to the Mystique." Vanyssa wondered if she should mention that he needed a haircut. "Come, let us go into my Ready Room. Mr. Belinia, you have the Bridge." She said, leading the way in. Once they were inside, she sat down on her very comfortable couch and crossed her legs. "I must say that I wasn't aware of your arrival, Doctor. " She said, looking over his orders. "Although your orders do appear to be in order. Could you tell me a bit about yourself." She said, gesturing for him to have a seat. She wanted to have these one-on-one conversations with most of her crew as they came in. John rolled his eyes and let his displeasure at being questioned obvious, tutting he lowered himself into a seat and attempted to appear that he was interested. "Well Captain Im a Doctor in Xenobiology, archeology, History, Philosophy and im half El-Aurian. My cat is called Aristotelian and my favorite color is black. I hate talking to people and enjoy my work," Vanyssa laughed at the obvious displeasure of having to talk to her. Any man that had a cat had to be good, somewhere inside. She compared the good Doctor to Lt. Falthgood, and briefly wished that he were here. Now Zach knew how to laugh. "Where were you last stationed?" She inquired, very fascinated. "Would you tell me what your research focus is?" "I was last stationed on a ship, my research is cultural and biological research of alien species however I thought the Xenobiological would have give that away," John stated making his sarcasm more poignant with his pause. "Dear Captain, I only wear the uniform because civilian scientists get stuck in a lab and this was a easy way of escaping for first hand. I don’t fight, do away missions or stand around looking interested by anomalies. Nor will I pretend to be interested," John stated. Vanessa’s eyebrows rose and she tried very hard not to stare at him. "Well, as a Xenobiology and a member of Starfleet, you will be going on away missions." Vanyssa had learned a lot about watching various COs deal with Zach Falthgood, and knew that if she pushed the pertinent points, the rest, well, the rest didn't really matter. "Yes quite we shall see dear Captain," John stated. Vanyssa wanted very hard to laugh at his pompousness. "Have Quarters been assigned? Have you met the CSO Mr. Ketal?" "Dear Captain you are the CO I have only just arrived. The Pleasure of no doubt the company of a pup out of the academy I have not met yet. Also Captain im obliged to tell you that im also a linguist," Vanessa’s eyes rose further. He was definitely more infuriating than Falthgood. "Mr. Ketal is a Vulcan, and a gifted scientist. I'm sure that you will get along famously. I suggest, Doctor, that you report in to him, and then settle into your Quarters. There is a senior staff meeting at 1600 that I would like you to attend, if for no other reason than to meet the other senior officers, who you will be working with. And that is an order, Doctor. Any questions?" And Vanyssa smiled. "I won't interrupt your work any more than I have to, Dr, and I am glad to have someone with your skills aboard." ~If not someone with your obvious arrogance. ~ She concluded to herself. "Hum I shall not be reporting to any one besides you dear Captain," Vanyssa frowned. "Mr. Ketal is the chief Science Officer of this ship, and the head of your department. You WILL report in to him, and see what his orders for you are. You are a Starfleet Officer, Doctor, and that means following the chain of command." ~He is completely tone deaf. ~ Vanyssa thought to herself. ~He questions my orders. If he does, what do the others think? ~ "Chain, why chain why not level? Also it was my understanding that a Lieutenant Snr grade out ranked an Ensign. That is my understanding however, you might look on it differently also as it was explained to me I would be given allot of freedom to do what I wanted and im your chief linguist actually your only linguist," Vanyssa sighed. There was a reason this man, no matter how gifted he was, was not the CSO. "Doctor, in this matter, he does outrank you. He is the CSO, not you. There is a reason for that. You are a very gifted Scientist. You don't want to be bored with all the administration. You will have a lot of Freedom while on board the Mystique, as well as a lot of experiences that other people won't have. Will it be so hard for you to follow the chain of command?" She smiled winningly at him. She didn't want to have to be hard with him, but she would if need be. "Erm yes I don’t like the chain of command I detest the military, the military is a broad sword when a scalpel is required. The military historically in thousands of worlds is used only to enforce rule upon its people and to be cruel. Science is held back by Chains of command, I do however offer you a alternative," Vanyssa listened. "And your alternative is what, Doctor?" "Well me and the chief work more hand in hand rather than one above the other. He is a Vulcan they are prides fools with no sense or passion for science. I have passion, he can do the paper work and I shall devote myself to being on hand to assist," Vanyssa tried not to grin. "Yes, he is a Vulcan, but I wouldn't say that he has no passion. I would rather that the two of you do work as a team." Vanyssa then did let the grin out. "In fact, I want everyone to work happily together, Doctor. If I promise not to waste any more time than needed, will you come to the meetings with the CSO?" John rolled his eyes, he could not argue with a pleading woman. Pitiful as it was John took a breath and curled his lip. "I shall roll over and wag ones tail dear Captain," Vanyssa tried very hard not to laugh. "Thank you, Doctor. I think we have reached an understanding?" "Quite, no doubt. Do tell me Captain as chief linguist is there any need or desire to make me sit on the bridge?" Vanyssa smiled. "No, Doctor, not unless we are in an emergency situation and the computer can't translate, or unless we encounter an alien civilization. Only then will I expect you on the Bridge. As I've said, I want you to spend as much time on your research as you can, Doctor." Vanyssa nodded. "Jolly Dee, then I suppose im done then. Good day Madame Captain," John stated standing and beginning to walk out. Vanyssa nodded. "Excellent. Now, go and meet Mr. Ketal, and I'll see you at 1600 for the senior staff meeting. Thank you, Doctor, for your time." John grunted and continued to walk, he never remembered the militaristic ideas of the Starfleet that required for him to be dismissed. Walking out made life so much more easily. Now he had to go play nice with a blasted Vulcan. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Mystique - Bridge - Ambassador - Anastasia Tar-Thurian - 1525) The captain had said that she wanted Ana to be on the same level as the counselor and have a station on the bridge. Ana had decided to arrive on the bridge and watch the workings of the bridge personnel. As she moved around the bridge she noticed that a young human had entered to scan the bridge. He did not seem overly impressed with the way it had been built then moved over to the captain. Ana moved a bit closer so she could hear the conversation that went on between them. "Captain Winters I presume, I'm Dr. John Nathaniel HarperPHD. Here as your Head of Xenobiological studies," She knew that his arrival could help her when they met up with species that the Federation had not met up to this date. With her being a linguist and his studies, together they would be able to make first contact that much more beneficial. Unfortunately, what was said next put a bit of a dampener on what she had planned. "Welcome, Doctor, to the Mystique." Vanyssa said "Come, let us go into my Ready Room. Mr. Belinia, you have the Bridge." Then they both left the bridge. She was going to have to meet this, Harper, and get to know him then get him to be her partner in all first contact missions. She had to wait for him to reemerge before she could talk to him, so, she continued her observance and making notes for later references. After what seemed like a very unusual amount of time, The Doctor walked out of the room and he looked like the meeting did not go the way he had wanted it to. She stood up as he was walking toward the turbolift and moved toward him. "Doctor, could we have a few words together?" ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Mystique - Observation Lounge - Major Richard Ian Lee - 1557) Rich entered the room, paused for a moment to crack his neck, then took the closest available seat with a heavy *thump*. He hurt, he was tired, and the day had only just begun. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Mystique, Main Bridge, OPS, Lt (jg) HHril, 1100) (USS Mystique, Main Bridge, OPS, Lt (jg) HHril, 1410) (USS Mystique, Conference Lounge, CO Captain Vanyssa Winters, 1540) (USS Mystique - Conference Lounge Ensign Jason Dema - 1546) (USS Mystique - CSO's office - CSO Ketal - 1546) (USS Mystique, Conference Lounge, OPS, Lt (jg) HHril, 1550) (USS Mystique - Meeting room - CSO Ketal - 1555) (USS Mystique - Briefing Room - Ensign Travis Keswick - 1558) (USS Mystique, Conference Lounge, CEO, Lt. Sarouk, 1600) (USS Mystique, Conference Lounge, CTSO Ensign Jason Dema, 1605) (USS Mystique - Conference Lounge - Ensign Sergei Radchenko - 1607) (USS Mystique-briefing room-Ambassador Anastasia Tar-Thurian-1610) (USS Mystique - Conference Lounge - Major Richard Ian Lee - 1612) (USS Mystique - Briefing Room - CSO Ketal - 1615) (USS Mystique - Conference room; FO Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia; 1620) (USS Mystique - Conference room - Ensign Jason Dema - 1625) (USS Mystique - Conference room - FO Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia - 1627) (USS Mystique - Conference room - Ensign Jason Dema - 1629) (USS Mystique, Observation Lounge, OPS, Lt (jg) HHril, 1630) (USS Mystique - Conference room; CO Captain Vanyssa-Winters; 1635) (USS Mystique - Conference room; Ens Jason Dema; 1639) (USS Mystique - Conference room- Con- Lt. Herkimer 78- 1642) (USS Mystique - Conference Lounge - Ensign Radchenko - 1645) (USS Mystique - Conference room - Ambassador Anastasia Tar-Thurian 1650) (USS Mystique - Briefing Room - CSO Ketal - 16:53) (USS Mystique - Deck 3, Cloaking node 3 - CSO Saleke - 18:00) (USS Mystique - Holodeck - Ensign Jason Dema and Cassandra Dema - 2030) (USS Mystique - Messhall - Ensign Jason Dema and Cassandra Dema - 2050) (USS Mystique - quarters - Ensign Jason Dema and Cassandra Dema - 2140) (USS Mystique - Bridge; CO Captain Vanyssa Winters; 1915) (USS Mystique - Ready Room - Dr. Riven Mias - 1935) (USS Mystique - Bridge; Ensign Tourana :19.50) (USS Mystique -Sickbay; Dr. Kellita Weir- 2015) (USS Mystique - Cenference room - Ensign Jason Dema - 1655) (USS Mystique - CMO's Office, Ensign Radchenko - 1725) (USS Mystique - quarters - Ensign Jason Dema and Cassandra Dema - 1820) ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Mystique, Main Bridge, OPS, Lt (jg) HHril, 1100) Having been one of the first people to transfer over to the Mystique, HHril had hoped to have an opportunity to settle in to the new surroundings. The USS Mystique, Akira Class Starship, Federation registry number NCC 68125-C, was undeniably a beauty. Her sleek lines and diminutive size camouflaging the true nature of her design. No matter how you sliced up an Akira, she was a battleship. Even with the explorer designation she now carried she could rip apart most any opponent that happened into her path. Seeing her from a window on the pass-by while aboard the Steel Talons ran shivers down his spine. He had been part of the 52nd for some time now. When the split became evident, he made sure that he went with his fleet. He believed in the ideals of the Federation. He had to. He had left Romulus with his family because they were witness to ideals that were not for the betterment of the populace. He was now faced with a similar situation, and when the time had come to choose, he had done so without hesitation. But the time to settle in had not come. Instead, as a Lieutenant and Chief of Operations aboard his new ship, he had been responsible for the transfer of most of the crew of the new ship. He still hadn't really met any of the people he would be working with. Most of them offered odd looks as they came aboard. Even though Romulans were in Starfleet, the majority of of the officers coming aboard had never seen one, let alone served with one. But the fact was that he was here and they were all working for the same purpose. So with his quarters still in shambles, and without having met anyone of the command crew other than the FO, HHril now sat on the bridge. Many had seen him there, few had spoken to him. Not for lack of manners, simply because there was too much to do right now. ~Too much to do.~ he thought to himself as he ran diagnostics on the main systems of the ship. Sensors, Main Power, Main Computer, Weapons, Shields (both navigational and defensive), Inertial Stabilizers, one after another he checked the systems. ~Everything seems to be in order.~ He had heard the announcement of "Captain on the Bridge", but had not taken the time to introduce himself. ~Too much to do.~ but a comment directed at him broke the trance. "OPS, how long until the transfer of personnel and supplies is completed?" asked the Captain from her chair in the middle of the Bridge. "Transfer of personnel and materials on schedule, Sir!" replied the Romulan. One of the first times he had addressed his new Captain. "Projected time to completion approximately 3 hours." "I'll be in my ready room, if someone needs me." replied the Captain. "Very good, Sir." HHril was still pre-occupied with the data from his diagnostics. ~So much to do.~ ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ (USS Mystique, Main Bridge, OPS, Lt (jg) HHril, 1410) The transfer was complete. The USS Mystique was ready to set out on its own, under the command of its new Captain and crew. A momentous occasion for any ship. Final checks were made as the ship prepared to leave Phoenix. "Mr.. Dema, please signal the Space Dock for permission to undock." "As you command... Captain Winters" replied the young Tactical Officer. He seemed to be familiar to the Captain. They had come from the same ship after all. "We have clearance, and we're waiting for your approval." "Mr.. Hhril, please program in the Departure vector that Phoenix has given us, and take us out slow, 1/4 Impulse. And mind the other ships in the area." She said, sounding half-serious and half-silly. "Aye, Sir." he said with a smile on his face. "Course plotted. Ready for umbilical separation." With the click of a button the Mystique was free... running on her own. "Hold on." he said under his breath. The ship learched forward as the engines engaged. HHril, using this opportunity to display some piloting skills and shake down the new ship took what could be called the least direct route through the ships, marveling at the maneuverability of the 400+M ship. ~Moves like a dream.~ he thought to himself as he moved undoubtedly too close for the Captains of the ships he was sliding past. "It's like she is half her size, Sir." he said, not even trying to hide the amusement in his voice. "Like a dream." "Helm, set a course for Geneva and engage at warp 6." said the Captain as HHril passed by the last of the ships standing in wait of their departure. "Aye, Sir. Warp factor 6. On your mark." With that, the USS Mystique was off. Her engines engaged and the ship thrusted forward into Warp. "Lieutenant HHril, report." inquired the FO, now sitting in the command chair. "All systems functioning within normal parameters, Sir. We are well on our way." "Very well. Carry on." replied the FO before opening a comm channel. "This is the First Officer to all Senior staff. The Captain will be holding a Senior Staff Briefing at sixteen hundred hours, in the Briefing room. Belinia out." Closing that channel, he opened another. "This is the First Officer to all departments. Please report on your status and current departmental needs and requirements. Belinia out." Assuming that he meant those that he did not just speak to in person, HHril continued to monitor the new engines for any fluctuations and watched the transfer of materials within ship. They were stocked for a long run, but they were still missing certain... necessities. It would be a long flight for the ship to Geneva. Generally, 5 days was not long, but on a skeleton crew, this deep in space... it was long. "This is the First Officer to all personnel, we are going to test the cloaking device, this is only a test. All stations report test readiness." The suddenness of the order woke HHril from his work. "All systems report ready, Sir." "Ensign Dema, deploy the Cloak." Peter stood as the ship entered 'cloak mode'. "Ensign, a fifteen minute test should suffice." Peter looked at the young officer stood before his console. "And I would like a full report before the Briefing." HHril sat at his station as the ship raced along under cloak. He had set a transmitter for the two defiant class vessels to monitor, so that they would not lose track of them. Within a few minutes of the test commencing, it was obvious that the signal had been unnecessary. They were leaking neutronic radiation, and it was giving away their position. ~Too much to do... not enough time.~ --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Mystique, Conference Lounge, CO Captain Vanyssa Winters, 1540) Vanyssa sat in the conference lounge, going over her notes again. Devan had told her to always go to meetings early, Because the CO had to be the first one there. She sighed. It had been a hectic couple of days. She had known when they had cleared the defensive perimeter. She also knew that in another day they would lose their escort to fly solo. If an attack was going to happen, it would happen then. It worried her. She wasn't sure that the ship was going to be able to hold up in a battle. And the only battle command experience she had was on a holodeck. She had some as being part of a team, but suddenly it really just didn't seem like enough She looked up about 15 minutes later when Lee came in, breaking her thoughts. She noticed that a couple of other people were there, and decided to not comment on the fact that Lee looked like hell. Being that this appearance had happened in the last five hours or so, Vanyssa thought that he had some troubles with his marines. She knew all about those troubles from her time with David. There were nights that he had come home looking like hell after he had gotten some new recruits. A few minutes later, right as the chronometer struck 1600, did the Ambassador walk in. Vanyssa, looking around the room, hoped that she was the last one. Anyone else would have to be reprimanded for being late. And the one thing Vanyssa did not want to have to do is reprimand her crew for being late. At least, not on the first day. She looked around, catching each of their eyes as she waited another minute. "I want to welcome you all, formally, to the USS Mystique. I am her Captain, Vanyssa Winters. I want to start this meeting by having everyone introduce themselves and speak a little about the state of their departments. I know that I'll be getting all this in a report later, but for now give me a summary. Who would like to begin ?" --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Mystique - Conference Lounge Ensign Jason Dema - 1546) After reporting about the cloaking device to Peter, Jason went to the conference room, end remembering the last time, he wanted to do it good this time, and as he walked in, he saw Vanyssa standing in the room, looking a bit nervous. "Hello Captain." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Mystique - CSO's office - CSO Ketal - 1547) Still considering the events on the bridge earlier and the problems with the cloak Ketal picked up the PADD which contained his reports and added his readings from the cloaking trial, after he was finished he departed from his office to make the staff meeting. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Mystique - Meeting room - CSO Ketal - 1550) Seeing that the Captain and most of the staff had already arrived Ketal took a seat and waited for the briefing to begin. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Mystique, Conference Lounge, OPS, Lt (jg) HHril, 1551) Not wanting to be late for the meeting, HHril motioned for his replacement to take over at OPS. A meeting of the department, however depleted it was would be necessary in the coming days. He sat and watched as the senior staff filed into the room. He had taken a seat towards the rear of the conference table and had kept, mainly to himself. He nodded to those who looked in his direction with a smile on his face, knowing that there may be a mixture of feelings in the room. Seemingly, like an alarm clock, the Captain began the meeting. It was 1600. "I want to welcome you all, formally, to the USS Mystique. I am her Captain, Vanyssa Winters. I want to start this meeting by havingeveryone introduce themselves and speak a little about the state of their departments. I know that I'll be getting all this in a report later, but for now give me a summary. Who would like to begin ?" "I am Lt. Sarouk. Chief Engineering Officer. All ships systems are operating within established parameters. Data on the recent cloakingtest is still being processed. A final analysis will be forthcoming." HHril took some notes on the PADD he had brought with him. "I'm Ensign Jason Dema," stated a rather youngish looking man. "I'll be your chief Tactical and security officer, so if you have any trouble, do not hesitate to ask for help." Jason then turned to Vanyssa. "All systems are operational when you need them Ma'am." "I am Lt. Herkimer 78. But please, that is too much of a mouthful, so call me Herk. I am your pilot for this cruise as the Conn officer. As for the condition of my station. The ship is moving, and even in a straight line." A smile played over the lips of the Romulan. ~A straight line indeed.~ he thought to himself, images of the evasive maneuvers used to get through the ships around the Space Dock in his mind. Next came another Vulcan looking man. "I am Ketal, Chief Science Officer on the Mystique. The reports for this department are completed and as Sarouk has said we are still in the process of sorting through all of the information regarding the cloaking tests though I have a preliminary hypothesis regarding the energy spike and resultant neutronic radiation released from Cloaking Dispersal Node 3." "Major Richard Ian Lee, Marine Commanding Officer." he said in a rather low town to say the least. "The Marines are all aboard and I've already started deploying them for training purposes." He nodded his head towards the young Tactical Chief who had spoke earlier. "We will want to be talking later." Turning his head towards the captain, he then said, "Pleasure and Pain is at your disposal, as fully ready as we can be at this short notice. All our equipment is aboard, the Armory checks out, and the men are gung-ho." ~Marines.~ He thought to himself. ~They certainly are... eloquent.~ "Lieutenant HHril. OPS." said the young man as he stood up. "I've been monitoring all functions aboard ship. Everything seems to be functioning within normal parameters." He shifted in place. "As Cmdr Belinia, so eloquently put it, OPS is the pulse of the ship. If I can be of assistance to any one of you, please do not hesitate to contact me." With that he took his place. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Mystique - Briefing Room - Ensign Travis Keswick - 1558) Travis walked throw the doors and into the briefing room and glanced around the room ath the Captain and the other Officer that have already Arrived and with out saying a word took a seat over in the corner looking at his padd waited for the briefing to begin. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Mystique, Conference Lounge, CEO, Lt. Sarouk, 1600) Sarouk walked into the conference room exactly two minuets early.He looked impassibly at the officers already assembled before moving overand taking a seat. He quietly placed a PADD on the table top going overthe results of the cloaking test in his mind. Patiently he waited for themeeting to begin. (Reply Any ITW) The Captain began the meeting a few seconds after 1600. Sarouk,still working sub-space mechanics in his head divided his attention to hiscomputations and the Captain. "I want to welcome you all, formally, to the USS Mystique. I amher Captain, Vanyssa Winters. I want to start this meeting by havingeveryone introduce themselves and speak a little about the state oftheir departments. I know that I'll be getting all this in a reportlater, but for now give me a summary. Who would like to begin ?" Sarouk didn't hesitate and immediately spoke up. "I am Lt. Sarouk. Chief Engineering Officer. All ships systems are operating within established parameters. Data on the recent cloaking test is still being processed. A final analysis will be forthcoming." Sarouk's deep voice was completely emotionless as he spoke, his impassive gaze sweeping the faces of the other officers committing each one to memory. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ (USS Mystique, Conference Lounge, CTSO Ensign Jason Dema, 1605) Immediately after Sarouk Sat down, Jason stood up "I'm Ensign Jason Dema, I'll be your chief Tactical and security officer, so if you have any trouble, do not hesitate to ask for help." Jason then turned to Vanyssa. "All systems are operational when you need them Ma'am." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Mystique - Conference Lounge - Ensign Sergei Radchenko - 16.07) Sergei listened to the other officers introducing themselves, intending to leave his own introduction until last. Finally, after a huge marine had introduced himself, Sergei stood up and nodded to everyone around the table, and then introduced himself in his Russian-accented English. "Comrades, I am Ensign Sergei Radchenko, your CMO. Pleased to make your acquaintances. I will be needing to see you all in sickbay on Deck 4 within the next two weeks, just to make sure my records from Starfleet" Sergei gestured towards the PADD in his hand "are all up to date. I would just like to say that, as on all Starfleet craft, my office and our sickbay are always open to everyone, however 'trivial' the reason may seem. Remember that, comrades," Sergei smiled slightly "as it's a well known fact that Starfleet officers tend to ignore ailments and injuries, and quite often work themselves into the ground.It is my job to ensure you are all functioning at 100%" Radchenko then sat down and listened to the next officer speak. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Mystique-briefing room(where ever it is)-Ambassador Anastasia Tar-Thurian-1610) Ana decided that she would attend the meeting even if it may not been her place to do so. She wanted to err on the said of ignorance so she could find out possibly what they were doing at the present time. She knew that she would be right on time and that her entrance might cause a stir but that was exactly what she wanted. She had walked up to the door and when it opened she step just inside then stopped. She looked over at the Captain and nodded her head then turned to move to the back of the room. As she finally gained a position to listen, she waited for the captain to either continue or begin. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Mystique - Conference Lounge - Major Richard Ian Lee - 1612) "I want to welcome you all, formally, to the USS Mystique. I am her Captain, Vanyssa Winters. I want to start this meeting by having everyone introduce themselves and speak a little about the state of their departments. I know that I'll be getting all this in a report later, but for now give me a summary. Who would like to begin ?" Someone Rich didn't know, a category into which most of the officers here fell into, stood up. He was a vulcan, that much was obvious. "I am Lt. Sarouk. Chief Engineering Officer. All ships systems are operating within established parameters. Data on the recent cloaking test is still being processed. A final analysis will be forthcoming." A couple seconds after the CEO sat down, another stood up. "I'm Ensign Jason Dema, I'll be your chief Tactical and security officer, so if you have any trouble, do not hesitate to ask for help." He turned to the Captain, and said; "All systems are operational when you need them Ma'am." He was then followed by another, "I am Ketal, Chief Science Officer on the Mystique. The reports for this department are completed and as Sarouk has said we are still in the process of sorting through all of the information regarding the cloaking tests though I have a preliminary hypothesis regarding the energy spike and resultant neutronic radiation released from Cloaking Dispersal Node 3." (reply: any) Rich stood up next, his seven foot plus frame forcing the chair to creak slightly as he stood. "Major Richard Ian Lee, Marine Commanding Officer." he said in his typical bass roar. "The Marines are all aboard and I've already started deploying them for training purposes." He nodded his head to the Tactical Chief. "We will want to be talking later." (reply: if desired) He turned back and looked at the Captain. "Pleasure and Pain is at your disposal, as fully ready as we can be at this short notice. All our equipment is aboard, the Armory checks out, and the men are gung-ho." --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Mystique - Briefing Room - CSO Ketal - 1615) Ketal had been poring over the reports for the department since sitting down though he paid close attention as the Captain greeted the assembled officers, since he felt in no hurry to begin he waited as Sarouk and Dema stood up and introduced themselves. He had chosen a seat across from the Captain, FO and the Efrosian Ambassador and was in quite a good position to note everything that had gone on. The presence of the Hermat was certainly a novelty, he noted that they were a varied group that were present today. He looked with interest at Harper, the young scientist definitely looked uncomfortable, Ketal wondered what time he had come aboard. ~ No doubt when Sarouk and I were dealing with the cloaking problems, I shall have to stop him after the meeting and introduce myself. Lt. Harper and I have some very parallel interests. ~ After the Hermat spoke up and introduced him/herself Ketal decided the timewas right so he stood up next." I am Ketal, Chief Science Officer on the Mystique. The reports for this department are completed and as Sarouk has said we are still in the process of sorting through all of the information regarding the cloaking tests though I have a preliminary hypothesis regarding the energy spike and resultant neutronic radiation released from Cloaking Dispersal Node 3. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Mystique - Conference room; FO Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia; 1620) Peter had listened intently to all the others as they gave their first reports to the Captain. Peter stood and looked around at those faces he knew and those he did not. "I am Lieutenant Commander Peter Belinia and I am the First Officer of the Mystique. Most of you should know me by now." He said with a smile. He picked up his PADD and scanned it for a moment. "Unfortunately I am the bearer of slightly bad news. We are currently operating at just under Skeleton crew strength, and therefore we need to work double shifts until we reach Starbase Geneva. I have here the emergency crew rotations for the shifts. We will be working for 12 hours straight." Peter walked towards the wall terminal to show the shift rotations. Emergency Shift Rotations Alpha Rotation 0600-1200 FO Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia Lt HHril Lt Herk Ens Jason Dema Ens Sergei Radchenko Beta Rotation 1200-1800 Captain Vanyssa Winters FO Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia Lt HHril Lt Sarouk Lt Mass Ens Jason Dema Ens Sergei Radchenko Ens Ketal Gamma Rotation 1800-000 Captain Vanyssa Winters Lt Sarouk Lt Harper Lt Mass Ens Weir Ens Ketal Ens Keswick Delta Rotation 000-0600 Lt Herk Lt Harper Ens Weir Ens Keswick "I trust that you will all agree to these shifts as we need to cover all bases." Peter turned to face the Major. "Major, I have purposefully excluded you and your men from the shift patterns. I did so because I felt your abilities to command your men would be diminished somewhat if you were having to stand on the Bridge for several hours at a time. You will however be required to report to the Duty Officer regarding your status and any changes that we should be informed of. These changes will take effect immediately and you should inform your staff also of these changes." Peter was still standing by the terminal and brought up the Away Tem designations. "Now onto the Away Teams. I have drawn up a list of AT's and I have staffed them with the appropriate people. Please take a look at the PADD's in front of you." Away Team Allocations: Alpha - First Contact Captain Vanyssa Winters Ambassador Anastasia Tar-thurian Lt Harper Major Richard Lee Beta FO Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia Lt HHril Ens Jason Dema Ens Sergei Radchenko Gamma Lt Sarouk Ens Ketal Ens Keswick Ens Weir Delta - Scientific Survey Team [SST] Lt Sarouk Lt Harper Lt Herk Ens Ketal Epsilon - Covert Operations FO Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia Major Richard Lee Ens Sergei Radchenko/Marine Medical Officer Ens Jason Dema/Marine Theta - Marine Counter Attack Major Richard Lee Marine XO Marine Medical Officer Marine Marine Marine "Now as you can all see the Alpha team is the FC team. This will not change, the others however can and will in the near future. Beta and Gamma are standard AT's and will be adaptable to the situation and mission. Delta is the SST for the Mystique, I do not see this changing in any specific way but I may add some crew to it. Epsilon, I will speak to those on the team in my office at 0900 tomorrow. Major, Theta is completely under your jurisdiction in regards to the staffing and whatnot. I do expect to be informed on a regular basis, but you should keep it as flexible as possible. I'll speak with you tomorrow, after the meeting with Epsilon team, about it fully." Peter then walked back towards his seat. "Any Questions?" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Mystique - Conference room - Ensign Jason Dema - 1625) Jason heard the shifts ~From 0600 till 1800? How is my sister gonna take this~ Jason shivered at that thoughtThen Peter started with the away team allocations, and when he heard about the first contact team, he was surprisedto hear Vanyssa's name. ~The Captain on a first contact? doesn't the Captain has to stay on the ship?~ Jason waitedtill Peter ended his briefing, and as he saw Peter sitting down he said: "Any Questions?" Jason stood up. "Sir, I don't have problems with the shifts as far as I'm concerned, but I do have my thoughts about theaway teams, especially the first contact team, isn't the Captain supposed to stay on board till the area is declared safe? I believe that is stated in Starfleet protocols." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Mystique - Conference room - FO Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia - 1627) Peter was ready to hand the floor over to the Captain when Ensign Dema Spoke up. "Sir, I don't have problems with the shifts as far as I'm concerned, but I do have my thoughts about the away teams, especially the first contact team, isn't the Captain supposed to stay on board till the area is declared safe? I believe that is stated in Starfleet protocols." He said. "You are quite correct Ensign, however, the FC team will only be sent off-ship once all the security procedures have been implemented. Starfleet Protocols, which I am glad to see you actually taking note of, state that 'No officer of flag rank may travel into a potentially hazardous area without suitable armed escort.' General Order Fifteen. And that is where the Major comes in, he is more qualified in personal protection than anyone else on board. Naturally there will be all the usual protection measures, such as a constant transporter lock, a Marine contingent on standby, etc.." Peter sat back down in his chair. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Mystique - Conference room - Ensign Jason Dema - 1629) "You are quite correct Ensign, however, the FC team will only be sent off-ship once all the security procedures have been implemented. Starfleet Protocols, which I am glad to see you actually taking note of, state that 'No officer of flag rank may travel into a potentially hazardous area without suitable armed escort.' General Order Fifteen. And that is where the Major comes in, he is more qualified in personal protection than anyone else on board. Naturally there will be all the usual protection measures, such as a constant transporter lock, a Marine contingent on standby, etc.." As Peter sat back down, explaining about Dema's question Jason was comforted. "Acknowledged Sir" --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Mystique, Observation Lounge, OPS, Lt (jg) HHril, 1630) "Any Questions?" ended Belinia. HHril had sat motionless while those with questions or comments spoke, silently taking notes. ~I'll have to schedule a meeting with the Cmdr.~ he thought to himself, not wanting to seem confrontational in front of the entire senior staff. ~Later.~ he thought. ~Not time right now.~ "Mr.. HHril," the voice of the Captain broke the silence. I believe that the rest of the crew will be at Geneva waiting on us. Do you have anything further to report?" "Sir," began the young Lieutenant. "I believe now is the optimal time to continue working on the cloaking device. The neutronic radiation from the test of the cloak flooded whole sections of the hull. However, due to the low crew numbers, we were able to move everyone out of the affected areas and clean up the radiation. This would have been exponentially more difficult had we of had a full crew compliment on board." (reply Winters, iyw) HHril sat quietly for the remainder of the meeting. Continuing to take notes on various subjects until the end of the meeting. "I want us at full readiness by 1200 tomorrow." the Captain said as the meeting drew to a close. "I hope that the attack doesn't come, but we all know that it will, Starfleet's intelligence is just as good, if not better, than our own. Any questions ?" With the dismissal of the meeting, HHril stood and headed for the door. Based on the crew rotations laid out by Cmdr Belinia, he was on duty for another 3 hours. ~No time like the present.~ he thought to himself and headed to his station. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ (USS Mystique, Crew Quarters, OPS, Lt (jg) HHril, 1806) It had not taken long for HHril to leave the bridge. His replacement had been early to arrive and the switch over was handled smoothly. He dropped the PADD's he was carrying on the table in the table in the corner of his quarters. They were a mess. Storage bins and bags all over the place. A sigh escaped his lips at the thought of the arduous task before him. ~And I have to be up for Alpha shift in the morning.~ he thought to himself... a rye smile playing on his lips. He unzipped and removed his jacket, draping it over the back of a chair and headed to what would be his bedroom. They were good sized quarters. A living area and separate sleeping area. There was also a washroom with sonic shower. And he did not have to share with anyone. ~Perks of being part of the senior staff.~ "Computer." he said in commanding voice. The familiar chirp of recognition from the machine echoed in the undecorated room. "Ocean sounds, and lights to 3/4's." The noise of running water filled the room. "Much better." he said aloud to no one in particular as he approached the replicator. "Chicken Cordon Blue with rice and a wild mushroom sauce." he said. "Oh... and a raktajino, hot." Living within the Federation, especially on Earth, had opened up a whole new world of culinary delights to the young Romulan. Ch'Rihan food was bland... too bland even for Vulcans. ~I don't know how they do it.~ he thought as the whir of the replicator produced a plate of food and a drink. He took it to the table and began to eat, knowing full well that he had a long night... and even longer day ahead of him... but that was later. For now, he was alone, in comfortable quarters, with good food and drink... yes that was much later. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ (USS Mystique - Conference room; CO Captain Vanyssa-Winters; 1635) Vanyssa had kept silent through most of the meeting. She enjoyed watching her crew, and saw several places there could possibly be personality conflicts. She listened to her FO talk about away team missions and the such. She listened to the couple of questions, and watched the body language of those in the room, more than she listened to them. She was tired, emotionally very tired. She chimed up, "Mr.. Hhril, I believe that the rest of the crew will be at Geneva waiting on us. Do you have anything further to report ?" (reply Hhril) "Mr.. Sarouk and Mr.. Ketal, I would like the two of you to continue working on the cloak. The escort peels away tomorrow at 1200, so we need to do a test at 0400 or so to give us time to fix any problems that come up. Liaison with the escort's science and engineering departments as needed." (reply sarouk and Ketal) "Mr.. Dema and Mr.. Keswick, when that Escort peels away, we are going to be very vulnerable and the intelligence says we will expect an attack. Please test all the weapons systems before 0600 tomorrow, and get me a full report on them." (reply dema and keswick) "Mr.. Radchenko, we will be picking up Dr. Weir, a medical officer and Dr. Mias, this afternoon when their shuttle rendezvous with us in the next couple of hours. Please bring them up to speed when they arrive. Also I need the report on your supplies - also forward it to Mr.. Hhril, to be sent on to Geneva." Vanyssa thought for a moment. "Also, please schedule time with each of the crew to do a full physical." (reply Radchenko) Vanyssa looked down at her PADD. "Also aboard that shuttle, will be Ensign Tourana, Lt. Herk. She will be in charge of flight control. Please familiarize her with the various shuttle craft and external ships we have on the flight deck." (reply Lt. Herk) "And lastly, Dr. Harper. Please see to the various labs and their readiness while Mr.. Ketal helps Lt. Sarouk with the cloak. Then feel free to return to your research." Vanyssa turned to her Ambassador. "Ambassador, when this battle comes, I would like you on the bridge, also. I would rather talk our way out of a conflict than fight it." (reply Harper or the Ambassador) "Mr.. Lee, being that we may have to fight, keep your marines on standby. I don't plan to let them try to board this ship, but we all know what can happen." He understood what she was talking about. The Nimitz had been through several boarding parties in the past. Vanyssa looked around the room, at her crew. She caught each of their eyes. "I want us at full readiness by 1200 tomorrow. I hope that the attack doesn't come, but we all know that it will, Starfleet's intelligence is just as good, if not better, than our own. Any questions ?" She asked. This was a good crew, she was quite proud of it. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Mystique - Conference room; Ens Jason Dema; 1639) The Captain was talking about the duties for tomorrow, and turned to him and his assistant Keswick. "Mr.. Dema and Mr.. Keswick, when that Escort peels away, we are going tobe very vulnerable and the intelligence says we will expect an attack. Please test all the weapons systems before 0600 tomorrow, and get me a full report on them." Jason stood up. "Yes Sir, it will be done" And then Peter continued briefing the rest of the crew. After he was finished Vanyssa took over, Jason noticed she was looking everyone in the eyes, also his, and as a reaction he turned his away, looking to his PADD with personal notes without reason. "I want us at full readiness by 1200 tomorrow. I hope that the attack doesn't come, but we all know that it will, Starfleet's intelligence is just as good, if not better, than our own. Any questions ?" Jason wanting to say something in reply, looked from under his eyebrow, and sighed, but didn't say anything. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Mystique - Conference room- Con- Lt. Herkimer 78- 1642) Herk watched the group as each person spoke, putting their names and faces together. Then s/he began to out hir attention on the captain. S/he the Captain Winters was a very astute observer. She watched the others as they spoke, very carefully. Herk wondered what was going through the captain's mind. Finally she stood to address the crew. "Mr.. Hhril, I believe that the rest of the crew will be at Geneva waiting on us. Do you have anything further to report ?" Winters went round the table giving out orders, and preparing for the loss of their escort. Although the ship had been given a "technical" shakedown, Herk was not at the helm at the time, and s/he wanted to see what this Akira class was made of. "Also," Winters continued, "aboard that shuttle, will be Ensign Tourana, Lt. Herk. She will be in charge of flight control. Please familiarize her with the various shuttle craft and external ships we have on the flight deck." Herk nodded to the captain. "She will know all that I can pour into her brain in a short time." "I want us at full readiness by 1200 tomorrow. I hope that the attack doesn't come, but we all know that it will, Starfleet's intelligence is just as good, if not better, than our own. Any questions ?" She asked. This was a good crew, she was quite proud of it. Herk looked around the table. S/he only wanted to know when s/he could get at the helm. As the meeting closed Herk went to get all the data s?he would need to fill in the Flight Ops coming in. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Mystique - Conference Lounge - Ensign Radchenko - 1645) Radchenko listened to the First Officer and noted his shifts on his PADD. Then the Captain gave a short speech and turned to each officer individually. "Mr.. Radchenko, we will be picking up Dr. Weir, a medical officer and Dr. Mias, this afternoon when their shuttle rendezvous with us in the next couple of hours. Please bring them up to speed when they arrive. Also I need the report on your supplies - also forward it to Mr.. Hhril, to be sent on to Geneva." Vanyssa thought for a moment. "Also, please schedule time with each of the crew to do a full physical." Radchenko nodded. "Consider it done, Ma'am". ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Mystique - Conference room - Ambassador Anastasia Tar-Thurian 1650) Ana had been listening to what everyone had to say and including the First Officer with his Emergency Shift rotation schedule and the Away Team Allocations. She was happy that he had mentioned that she would be on the first contact alpha team. She would be on at any time that there was to be any contact with another race. She also thought that it would be good if she would be on the bridge when they were in contact with any other of the known races. Ana was having a grand time seeing how a starship actually functioned and how duties where meaded out to the various departments or crew when the captain had turned her attention to her. "Ambassador, when this battle comes, I would like you on the bridge, also. I would rather talk our way out of a conflict than fight it." "I think that would be best and I hope we can avoid most if not all battles as I detest battles. If we can not talk our way out, then it is up to you to do what it is that you are best at." Ana replied to the captain. She thought that most starship captains rather fight than talk and she was going to find out what this captain would do soon probably. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Mystique - Briefing Room - CSO Ketal - 16:53) Ketal waited patiently as the FO went exhaustively over the shifts and Away teams, since he could go for 36 hours straight for short periods the extra shift wasn't too much of a problem and the radiation leak was of the highest priority. When the reports were completed Ketal looked at Vanyssa as she spoke up, she had been quite obviously weighing each member of her staff during the time the reports were being made. ~ Good, she is going to make quite a good leader I believe. She has many of the skills necessary. ~ And when she spoke her voice had none of the nervousness he had seen earlier on the bridge. "Mr. Hhril, I believe that the rest of the crew will be at Geneva waiting on us. Do you have anything further to report ?" "Sir," Said the Romulan. "I believe now is the optimal time to continue working on the cloaking device. The neutronic radiation from the test of the cloak flooded whole sections of the hull. However, due to the low crew numbers, we were able to move everyone out of the affected areas and clean up the radiation. This would have been exponentially more difficult had we of had a full crew compliment on board." That the neutronic radiation had penetrated some areas of the ship only made him more sure that his original findings were correct and with Sarouk's help he was sure they could get it repaired quickly. "Mr. Sarouk and Mr. Ketal, I would like the two of you to continue working on the cloak. The escort peels away tomorrow at 1200, so we need to do a test at 0400 or so to give us time to fix any problems that come up. Liason with the escort's science and engineering departments as needed." "Yes Captain, it shall be done." Ketal answered.Since she wanted a test of the cloaking device at 0400 that would make him being up for 22 hours straight minimum which was well within his tolerance and would give him plenty of rest before his next shift. As the Captain gave everyone their orders Ketal considered his own future; a large part of the reason he had asked for this assignment besides the fact that he wanted to make sure that the technologies could work together seemlessly was that he wished not only to serve with an old friend but he also wished to help ease her way into her first command. Since she was settling easily into her role and if her senior staff proved to be as competent as they appeared then he would not be needed long term. ~ I am sure I will be able to find another research facility that could use my services after this short term exploratory mission is over unless we are in a full scale civil war in which case I will have to see it through at this station of course. ~ It was at that point that she caught his eyes as well as everyone else's and said. "I want us at full readiness by 1200 tomorrow. I hope that the attack doesn't come, but we all know that it will, Starfleet's intelligence is just as good, if not better, than our own. Any questions ?" "No questions Captain." Ketal replied as he heard the Tac/Sec Chief sigh which caused Ketal to look over at the young man whom he saw looking down in some apparent distress. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Mystique - Cenference room - Ensign Jason Dema - 1655) After the conference, Jason walked over to Keswick, to talk about the test. "Ensign Keswick, I'll be joining you tomorrow morning at 0300 for the test of the weapons." (reply Keswick) "See you tomorrow-morning then." Jason then left the room and made his way to his quarters. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Mystique - CMO's Office, Ensign Radchenko - 1725) Sergei Radchenko viewed his new office again. It was small, very small. It had a desk and a terminal, and maybe enough space for 2 or 3 people. It was perfect. Sergei smiled. ~This is a working office. Not a 'show' office.~ He looked down at his terminal again, to finish his list. It was a list of supplies needed from Geneva. He had to admit, he'd stretched the meaning of 'needed' to the limit. The Sickbay and labs seemed to be reasonably well-stocked, but he didn't want to get 'caught-short' so he needed back-up supplies. He finished his list, and sent it to both the Captains and the OPP's Chief. a Romulan named Hhril. The list was simple and to the point. It read; Greetings Sirs, Here is the list of medical supplies needed. Most of them are back-ups and spares, but I don't want to be in a predicament when anything 'hot' happens. The 0Extra Neural Scanner I could get by without, but it could come in handy. Et Voilavski; Physio Stimulators, an extra 4 Set of Subdermal scalpels 1 cubic litre of Leporazine One extra Dermal Regenerator Two extra Defibrillators At least 3 extra Cannisters of Tricordrazine Two additional sets of Exoscalpels 4 trays of mixed/varied Endorphins Any amount of Inaprovaline the Geneva can spare Most importantly of all; Three extra Medical Tricorders One extra Neural Imaging Scanner (I know I'm pushing it on this one, some of them are hefty - but I really want one in storage - you know what can happen with a broadside or a power surge) At least another 8 Hyposprays (As all Med Officers will tell you - there's simply never enough Hypo's) 3 Tanks of Kayolane (I'm not using Melorazine on the wounded or children, the side-effects aren't nice. Call me old-fashioned, but I'd rather stick with 'K') +4 Medical "Away Team" kits. We have 3 here, plus (I gather) another 2 in the Marines storage. If teams come back the kits have to be overhauled and sterilised, limiting our ability to send out more away teams immediately after first teams have come back Kind regards , Ensign Sergei Radchenko Nevrilostskia k Starfleet, Mishenov Starfleet komrads ! Sergei sent his note to the terminals of the Captain and the OPPs officer. He would have rather gone to see them with his list on a PADD, but things we're really busy. He hoped they'd understand. He sat back on his chair, relaxing for a quick minute, and breathed out. ~Busy busy by Baba Yaga, that is good komrad Radchenko~ He didn't get to relax for the full minute......... --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Mystique - Deck 3, Cloaking node 3 - CSO Ketal - 18:00) Ketal ran the technician's diagnostic toll over the plasma coil with all the skill and patience of long term experience, as he neared the coil's dispersion router for the energy supply of the node area the whine of the diagnostic device began to change almost imperceptably. Ketal then scanned the router for several seconds, back and forth in arcs until he was satisfied then settled back on his heels. ~ Just what I thought I would find ~ He tapped his combadge. "Chief Sarouk the router that governs the power supply for Cloaking node three is weak as I deduced and will have to be replaced. Please send up one of your engineering officers to help me drain off any residual energy and replace the router." (Reply: CEO Sarouk) Having notified the CEO of his findings to date Ketal then began checking the Cloaking Field Generator Coil in the node for any damage caused by the power spike. It took several minutes of cautious and intensive searching before he was satisfied that the generator coil was whole and sound. It was fortunate that the area had been cleared so quickly, Mr HHril and his decontamination teams had been efficient and thorough. Twenty more minutes of searching the area yielded no more in the way of damaged or faulty components so he checked his chronometer, it was 18:40. He settled back to wait for the part and as he did he tapped his combadge again. "Captain Winters this is Ketal, we will be replacing the plasma coil dispersion router at the Cloaking node three area at 19:00, it will take approximately 23 minutes to drain residual energy and replace the device. During that time power will be interrupted to deck three starboard side. I will present a full report upon my findings as soon as the repairs are finished, Ketal out." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Mystique - quarters - Ensign Jason Dema and Cassandra Dema - 1820) After his duty, Jason went to his quarters, where his sister was allready waiting for him. "Brother." She yelled, and ran to him and jumped, Jason scared the hell out of himself, and nearly missed her, but he did correct himself and managed to keep hold of her. "You little rascal, hey, I have an idea, what do you think it, if we go to the holodeck, play some volleyball for an hour and head for dinner in the messhall after that?" "What? only an hour? are you getting old?" Jason laughed with that remark, he forgot about how she was full of energy, she would play 5 hours if she had the chance, maybe even longer. "Okay, we'll go for 2 hours, and then dinner." "Fine." Cassandra was a bit dissapointed in the short playing time, but realised that Jason was a bit tired, so she went along with the idea. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Mystique - Holodeck - Ensign Jason Dema and Cassandra Dema - 2030) The match was over, Jason and Cassandra won the match but the were tired as hell, so they took a shower at the beach, and then exited the holodeck and made their way to the messhall. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Mystique - Messhall - Ensign Jason Dema and Cassandra Dema - 2050) They arrived at the messhall, looked around and took place at the window. Jason ordered him a simple steak and salad, he only ate food to earth standarts, so did Cassandra. as they started to eat, Jason yawned a few times. "Are you tired?" Cassabdra asked. "No.... I mean yes, I'm very tired, it's been a long day at work, and tomorrow I'll have to wake up very early so we'll have to skip our morning workout." As Cassandra heard the news her face stopped smiling and turned a bit dissapointed. "Really? aww man, no fair." "That's not all of it, I'll have to do 12 hour shifts untill we arrive at Geneva, so I'l be working from 0600 till 1800 for the next days, but if you want, then we'll work out at 0400 strting the day after tomorrow." "0400? that's early." Cassandra thought about it for a moment. "Okay, fine, 0400 it is." "It's settled then."they finished their dinner further and sat there watching at the stars Then they stood up and went to their quarters. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Mystique - quarters - Ensign Jason Dema and Cassandra Dema - 2140) As they entered their room, Jason sat down on the bed and Cassandra went to the bathroom, and when Cassandra came back out she saw that Jason allready fell asleep, so she put the blanket over him, tucked him in and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Goodnight brother." She said, and with that she went to sleep also next to him. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2403.10.08 (USS Mystique, Main Bridge, OPS, Lt (jg) HHril, 2020) (USS Hood, Bridge, OPS, Lt (jg) HHril, 2027) (USS Mystique - bridge - CO Captain Vanyssa Winters - 2115) (USS Mystique; Bridge;TASC Ensign Travis Keswick- 2215) (USS Mystique - Bridge - CSO Ketal - 22:25) (USS Fairchild - Bridge; Captain Harvik Shras; 2230) (USS Fairchild - Engineering section 4 - Cloak Control; Lt Cmdr Forrest Letwin; 2239) (USS Fairchild - Bridge; Captain Harvik Shras; 2240) (USS Mystique - Bridge; Security Officer Ensign James Tanner; 2250) (USS Mystique - Bridge - Ensign Jason Dema - 2252) (USS Mystique - Bridge - CSO Ketal - 22:53) (USS Fairchild - Bridge; Captain Harvik Shras; 2255) (USS Mystique; Bridge; TASC Ensign Travis Keswick ; 2255) (USS Mystique - Engineering; Lt (jg) Tasha Hayridge; 2255) (USS Mystique - Marine Center - Cassandra Dema - 2259) (USS Mystique - Bridge - Master Sgt Oo'lish 2300) (USS Mystique - Marine Center - Major Richard Ian Lee - 2301) (USS Mystique - Bridge - Ensign Jason Dema - 2303) (USS Mystique - outside engineering - Ensign Jason Dema - 2305) (USS Mystique - Brig TASC Ensign Travis Keswick 2305) (USS Mystique - Sickbay - Dr. Kellita Weir- 2305) (USS Mystique - turbolift/sickbay - CO Captain Vanyssa Winters - 2307) (USS Mystique - Deck 4 outside sickbay - COUNS Dr. Riven Mias - 2308) (USS Mystique - Deck 17 Brig level - COUNS Dr. Riven Mias - 2310) (USS Mystique - Deck 17 - Lt (jg) Tasha Hayridge - 2310) (USS Mystique - Sickbay; FO Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia; 2315) (USS Mystique - Sickbay; FO Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia; 2325) (USS Mystique - Sickbay; FO Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia; 2330) (USS Mystique - Sickbay; Ensign Tourana:2330) (USS Mystique - Bridge; FO Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia; 2345) ================================================= ================================================= (USS Mystique, Main Bridge, OPS, Lt (jg) HHril, 2020) HHril had continued his work on the bridge. There was much to do in this instance as no real answers had yet been found. Suddenly, a comm channel opened and HHril heard his name. =/\=Belinia to Lieutenant HHril and Ensign Tourana, meet me in docking bay one. Lieutenant Sarouk prepare a class eleven probe to scan for any residual cloaking field radiation, communications relays, un-identified communication bouys and cloaked or masked warp signatures. Also I want a class six comm relay probe. You have ten minutes and have them in the Danube class Runabout in docking bay one. Belinia out.=/\= ~I guess we are going to try and get to the bottom of this.~ he thought to himself as his right hand rose to his commbadge. "On my way, Sir. HHril out." he replied as he rose to his feet. He did not get two steps away, however as Ketal was standing directly in his path. "Mr. HHril," said the half Vulcan man. "I must apologize for my earlier brusque treatment of you, I have no excuses." Had he not known better, he could have sworn that Ketal was showing some signs of emotion... but that couldn't be right. "Water under the bridge, Ensign." he replied, a smile playing on his lips. "It's not everyday that your Captain has a knife thrown at her. So what do you have?" he asked. Ketal handed a PADD to the Chief of Operations for the Mystique. "Your reports," began Ketal. "Mr. HHril show that the supposed intership beam was a ruse and is backed by my researches and those of Mr. Dema." HHril scanned the data on the PADD as Ketal continued. "Mr. Dema was called away rather quickly and I do not take chances, he was supposed to contact the Captain about our findings but his errand was rather urgent. Would you contact the Captain for me about the beam discrepancies?" "Gladly, Ensign." he replied, not looking up. "Do you have anything else for me?" Another PADD was handed in his direction, a nod accompanying it. "Also Mr. HHril, this PADD shows the composition of the intended murder weapon, as you can see the 40/60 ratio of Vibranium and Duranium is rather rare. The knife could have been smuggled aboard but it is possible it was replicated here. Would you check your reports for the last three days to determine if that is so?" HHril looked at the data on the second PADD. "I will run the check immediately upon my return, Ensign. Good work." "Thank you Mr. HHril" he replied and was about to head away when the Captain broke in. "Report. What have the two of you discovered?" she asked. "Captain the intership transport reported earlier has been found to be false by the researches of Mr. Dema and myself and verified by the reports Mr. HHril made on power consumption from Transporter #2. The Intership transport Captain was a ruse, perhaps to lead us to believe your assailants had escaped the ship or perhaps for some other purpose. At the least your attackers are still on board Captain and at worst they may have something else planned that we do not know about. I urge extreme caution." "Agreed, Sir" broke in the Romulan OPS officer. "I will continue running scans in an attempt to discern what exactly happened with the transporters." "Also Captain," continued Ketal. "I have found evidence in your Ready Room that should prove invaluable in identifying your attacker." He handed the PADDs to the Captain. "Mr. Hhril, aren't you going with Commander Belinia?" asked the Captain, without looking up from the report. "Yes, Sir." he replied sheepishly. "I am on my way." With that, he stepped back, nodded and headed for the turbolift doors. (reply none) (USS Hood, Bridge, OPS, Lt (jg) HHril, 2027) "We need to discover if the Captains attackers came from another ship, or had any type of communication with another ship, or direct comms with the Alpha quadrant. Or any variant thereof. Ensign take your station and begin the pre-flight sequence. Lieutenant." HHril followed behind the FO as they entered the ship. Lt. Sarouk was loading the probes into the ship for launch. "Thank you Lieutenant." said the FO, meaning Sarouk and not HHril, who took his seat. "Make sure that you have an open link with the comms probe, we my need it. Also you will be receiving everything we get from the class eleven probe." "I'll take care of the comm link, Sir." HHril answered. "Thank you Lieutenant, I'll see you when we return." With that Sarouk walked out of the Runabout. "Lieutenant, make sure that all the data we receive is recorded on both probes, I intend to retrieve both if we can. Also have the computers on the Mystique and Hood record the data in a secure file. I'm taking no chances here." "Already set up, Sir." replied HHril. "Secure data relay in place and the files will be dumped into my OPS station. The only people that can unlock that station besides myself is you, the Captain, and Ensign Dema, should the need arise." Both officers advanced the the bridge compartment of the ship where the Ensign had been busy readying the ship for launch. "Lieutenant, open a channel to the Mystique." "Channel open, Cmdr." replied the Romulan. "Captain, we are ready to depart. I'll see you soon." The Runabout reached its destination quickly. HHril had busied himself with diagnostics of the primary and weapons systems. ~Can't be too careful.~ he thought to himself as he received the final data. "Ensign, full stop." said the Lt. Cmdr. "Lieutenant, launch the probe, and begin scans of the area." "Aye, Sir." replied HHril and began the scans. (reply none, any) (posted by Matthew Elias) (USS Mystique - bridge - CO Captain Vanyssa Winters - 2115) Herk automatically tracked the progress of the shuttle. S/he had briefed Tourana on the operations of the ship, but it was too soon to put that into practical use. The Hermat could just hope it was enough. Tourana seemed to have picked it up pretty well. "Conn, all stop," brought hir back to full focus, "until we hear back from Commander Belinia. I have a bad feeling. I don't want to be too far from him." "Aye captain," Herk replied," full stop." The next hour was an excruciating wait, as bits and pieces of information filtered back to them. As Herk was well aware, hours of patience paid off in moments of tension. That moment had arrived. =^=Hood to Mystique, we are being followed by a Defiant class ship. Need urgent assistance, over.=^= The captain stood up and called out, "Red alert. All senior Officers to duty stations." She turned to OPS. "Get the Ambassador up here." She stated. She turned to Herk. "Get up to the Hood as quickly as you can. What is our ETA? Can we see them on long range sensors ?" Herks slender fingers were already moving over the controls and the ship jumped into full impulse. "At full impulse we should rendez-vous in about 30 minutes." Herk adjusted the ships controls to see if s/he could get any more out of those impulse engines. ~Time to put those tech specs to the test.~ (reply none) (posted by Al Muir) (USS Mystique; Bridge;TASC Ensign Travis Keswick- 2215) Travis was just walking out of the turbolift when he herd the CO call out Red Alert. Travis ran to his station. "Shields up phasers and torpedos armed and ready captain". He said typing commands into his console. "I have the Hood on censers". "Tactical, issue a call to Geneva and to our Escort, requesting assistance. I doubt anything is in range, but include what we've found." "Captain Geneva said there sending help but there 3 days out. Travis said looking up at her from his tactical station. (USS Mystique - Bridge - CSO Ketal - 22:25) When the DNA strands were finally broken down by the computer Ketal immediately called Dr. Radchenko. "Dr. Radchenko this is Ketal, I have important evidence against the Captain's attacker available and need to consult with you immediately, please reply." (Reply: Dr. Radchenko) Ketal leaned back in his chair and began monitoring incoming telemetry from the runabout which FO Belinia was commanding, with so much to do in the last two hours he was having a much easier time focusing on objectives rather than combating himself. He was looking over some interesting information when the call came in. "Hood to Mystique, we are being followed by a Defiant class ship. Need urgent assistance, over." Vanyssa stood up and started issuing orders. "Red alert. All senior Officers to duty stations." She turned to OPS. "Get the Ambassador up here." Then turned slightly towards Conn. "Get up to the Hood as quickly as you can. What is our ETA ? Can we see them on long range sensors ?" Ketal had already engaged long range scans. "Affirmative Captain, I have the two ships on long range scanners." The half Vulcan engaged the screen so the Captain could watch what was transpiring, as of yet the ships were small and slowly growing and the flashes of weapons fire could be seen. Vanyssa turned slightly towards Engineering, Science and OPS. "This is going to take some ... coordination. As soon as we are close enough, beam them on board. I don't care what you have to do to do it, just get them back here as soon as possible. That shuttle isn't capable of taking on a Defiant." "Aye Captain.: Ketal replied. "Tactical, issue a call to Geneva and to our Escort, requesting assistance. I doubt anything is in range, but include what we've found." She stated, taking her seat again. She watched the Hood racing towards them, the Defiant not far behind. (USS Fairchild - Bridge; Captain Harvik Shras; 2230) The Fairchild had been ordered to remain in the beta Quadrant, at their current co-ordinates, and to await a masked comm signal from the USS Mystique. It would come via a comm probe, cloaked to avoid detection. The Captain had heard it as it came in. Now it was his job to go rescue the operatives before they were discovered. He did not like this at all, he was Andorian, and loved a fight as much as the next species. But against another Starfleet ship, that was something he thought he would never have to do. But he had his orders. Just then his OPS officer spoke. "Sir, detecting a Danube class Runabout at bearing seven three nine mark five zero nine. We are within visual range." "On screen." He ordered. He had seen the evidence against the 52nd Fleet, he believed them to be traitors and had taken the assignment with relish, he wanted to see the traitors squirm. It was almost a passion now, an obsession. His crew were all volunteers, having been briefed of the defection of Admiral LoDona and his Fleet. He knew he could trust everyone of them. He could depend on them following his orders, even if they contradicted Starfleet regulations. "Sir, they have detected the comm probe using a Tachyon pulse. They are now beaming it aboard." "Understood. Damn we should have destroyed it!" Harvik rubbed his forehead, and stroked his left antennae. (USS Fairchild - Engineering section 4 - Cloak Control; Lt Cmdr Forrest Letwin; 2239) The data was coming through, they had detected a Danube class ship, they were friendly and Forrest had to think fast. He did not have the time to inform his superior of the hastily put together plan, before they left for the Beta Quadrant. He knew that she would know something was wrong, he had not contacted her for 2 days. He was sure Admiral LoDona would not know what was coming. They all knew something was going to happen, but when and where had been left secret. Now they were playing their cards. Forrest sat calmly at his station, he had been trained well. Sudden inspiration hit him and he started work immediately. He pulled up the cloaking device's controls and started to change frequency's. It took him barely a minute to complete, he hit the initiate button and the cloak switched its frequency. It was simple, and subtle but he hoped that someone would see the momentary ripple in space. It wasn't much, but he could do nothing else. If he was discovered then the whole operation could fall. He could deal with Starfleet Intelligence's 'interview' techniques, after all it was what he had been trained to deal with, but Admiral LoDona when he was angry would not be good. Forrest sat back and hoped the three officers would make it. (USS Fairchild - Bridge; Captain Harvik Shras; 2240) As the Fairchild was approaching the Danube, slowly, his OPS officer shouted. "Sir, they are transmitting a Tachyon Sweep, in our direction." James looked at his CO, concern in his eyes. "That was a lucky guess." Harvik sat in his chair watching the small runabout on his screen. The Tachyon Sweep hit and the small Danube turned and sped off. "Decloak. Pursuit course. Match speed. Prepare to fire. "The Fairchild decloaked and sped after their prey. "Fire when we are in range." The Captain was rather cool and collected. He was enjoying this, the thrill of the chase. "Helm full speed, lets see if we can ram them. That'll shake them about." The Captain was smiling. "Phasers and torpedoes, firing pattern Delta Phi." The Tactical officer was relaying his actions. "Direct hits, their shields are down to fifty four per cent. They are taking damage." Just then the small Danube pulled a surprising maneuver. She went up and around in a tight loop. The hunter had become the prey. "Aft torpedoes, now!" Harvik shouted. "Sir..." James, the OPS officer said. "They are no longer registering on sensors." "What, how can this be? Find them, NOW!" Harkiv shouted and rose from his seat. All of a sudden there was an explosion, then another. "REPORT!!" "The tactical sensor array has been damaged, the Impulse engines have also been hit. Switching to manual targeting." Came the reply from tactical. "How?" Harvik looked at James with a hard look. It was not long before he got his answer. The ship lurched as the runabout sped out of their shield bubble. "Clever, very clever." He turned and ran to his seat. "After them, hit them with everything Katriana!" "Aye! I'm attempting to lock phasers. Damn that pilot is good. It's going to be lucky if we hit them." She said as she tried to predict the movements of the unpredictable shuttle. She fired a full spread of torpedoes, and phasers. All missed their targets. Then her console beeped. "Sir, the Mystique is heading for us." "On screen." The screen changed to that of a relatively small Mystique, which was getting bigger. "Sir they are hailing us" James called out. "On screen." Harvik replied. "Sir, I have a partial lock on the runabout, firing torpedoes." Katriana sounded. A moment later. "Direct hit to their port nacelle, they are losing control sir. Readying the tractor beam." "They have launched an escape pod sir." Came James' voice. "The runabout is set to auto destruct." A moment later it blew up. (reply none) (pb John) (USS Mystique - Bridge; Security Officer Ensign James Tanner; 2250) James had been given his assignment, and he knew that he would either die in the attempt or be caught. He knew that the Captain was being guarded by a marine, but everyone knew that Starfleet marines were large, bulky, slow moving, young men, whose only purpose in life was to serve as front line assault grunts so that the real fighters, that is Security, could do their jobs. The attack by the Fairchild was serendipitous - it meant that Janella in Engineering could arrange to get them out, and Krister could go after the children. The Admiral, when he had sent the patrol of four on this mission, had told them that their job was to do as much damage without getting caught. They were to kill as many people as possible. That this Captain was a weak-willed Counselor, unworthy of her command. And no one aboard the ship knew that Doenitz had arranged for this Captain's daughter, who lived on Betazed, to be captured, and the Captain's grand-mother killed. Doenitz knew that the unknown would be far worse than the outright death of the little girl, who was.... well, James didn't know. All of the operatives for this mission were telepathic to some degree, James was one of the few human telepaths, Janella a Betazoid, and Krister... well, no one really knew what species Krister was, he had at least seven different species in him, most of which had some telepathic ability. Krister was a laboratory experiment. But the three didn't know who the fourth was. The fourth was a deep mole, and they weren't supposed to even investigate. They knew that this person was there, but not if he was male or female or neither. It really didn't matter. James had arrived on the Bridge and had not seen the marine guard. That was rather clumsy of them, and made his job much easier. He breathed a deep sigh and took over one of the science positions, right behind the Captain. James had been taught to be inconspicuous, and now was the time to put that training into use. When Janella had managed to contact the Fairchild, James took the initiative, and grabbed his phaser and his knife. The phaser shot went wide as the Captain seemed to sense what was coming, and the knife just grazed her. That was enough, the poison would spread from there. Then the marine commando chick had come out of nowhere with a knife to his throat. ~Where the hell did she come from?~ James thought to himself. And then the Fairchild was gone. "It doesn't matter if we die." James spit in the Captain's face as security arrived. "You are a traitor to the Fleet and all of you will die, especially the ones you love." He laughed as he was dragged away. Janella was angry that she hadn't managed to get them free and off the ship... Krister... Krister had managed to get a knife into a marine and a phaser blast to the head of one of the children. Krister was now dead at the hands of the surviving marine. The other child was probably unconscious, if not severely wounded. Their mission was complete. And there were more like them under the command of the Great Admiral Doenitz. He'd been planning this a long, long time. (reply security and marines, any on the Bridge who want to react) (pb melinda :-) (USS Mystique - Bridge - Ensign Jason Dema - 2252) Jason was sitting at his console on the bridge, being curious as he was, and especially in tense situations, Jason always looked at the different movement and sounds in the room, also when he heard the doors open from the turbolift, he looked back to see a security officer entering the bridge. ~I didn't call for anymore backup then there already is.~ he thought, but decided to let it go. Suddenly Jason heard a phaser discharge, grabbed his phaser and aimed at the direction the sounds came from, he could hit the person with no problem, but when he turned and aimed, he noticed that the marine already had him under control, he still kept targeting his phaser and went over to him. the officer started shouting at the Captain, and after he spitted in her face, he was dragged away. suddenly Jason received a report from the security officers protecting the children. =/\= security to Ensign Dema =/\= =/\= Ensign Dema here, go ahead =/\= =/\= we've been attacked in the marine staging area, and I regret to say that there are several wounded. =/\= Jason looked in Vanyssa's eyes to see see was worrying about her daughter. =/\= how many wounded..... and how are the children. =/\= Jason asked with a terrified voice =/\= Both wounded =/\= Jason did his best not to show his tears, he wanted to ask the Captain if he could go see, knowing she would come along, but he hesitated and waited for Vanyssa's reaction (reply Vanyssa, any) (Ensign Jason Dema) (USS Mystique - Bridge - CSO Ketal - 22:53) "Captain," Ketal called. "Sensors show hits on the enemy vessel, their targeting sensors have been heavily damaged as have their impulse engines. Shields are currently at 85.3 percent but their combat ability has been severely degraded. Shields on the Hood are heavily damaged, estimate 26.3 percent capability remaining and the enemy ship is still firing." "Can we beam them out ?" The Captain asked to no one in particular. The reply came from the engineering console as Sarouk gave an affirmative answer. Suddenly the runabout's shields were breached and it took a direct hit and began to careen out of control. "I don't care if we have to lower our shields, get them aboard." Vanyssa demanded. "Do we have an ID on that vessel ?" Ketal answered. "Their identification transponder has been disabled however the USS Gallant was the last known Defiant class ship in the area. An escape pod has just been jettisoned from the Hood Captain, estimate 3.5 minutes before retrieval." (Reply: Dr. Radchenko, Any) (Posted by Charles) (USS Fairchild - Bridge; Captain Harvik Shras; 2255) =/\=This is Captain Vanyssa Winters of the Federation Starship, USS Mystique. Why are you firing on my runabout ?=/\= Came the voice, then as the screen changed he saw her. She was standing, looking very tired and weak. Harvik smiled as he too stood. "We wanted some exercise Captain." He pulled himself up to his full height. "Captain Vanyssa Winters, you are hereby ordered by Starfleet Command to lower you shields and surrender your vessel. You and your crew will be charged with insubordination, High Treason against the Federation and conspiracy to incite Civil War." Vanyssa stood in shock with the words read against her. "I apologize, Captain. I just got my ship yesterday, I'm not ready to give her up yet. I have my orders from Admiral LoDona, and I assume that you have yours from Admiral Doenitz. Since you can't take on an Akira, how about we talk, diplomatically." Vanyssa temporized. "Sir, she is correct. We cannot take on an Akira. We don't have the power, or the targeting scanners!" Katriana said in a low voice. "My desire to fire on a Federation ship is small, Captain, and since I spent my days as a Counselor, I have no desire to see death happen. "Inspiration hit Vanyssa. "Captain, may I introduce you to Ambassador Anastasia Tar-Thurian. You don't have to talk to me." Vanyssa said, taking her seat again, and crossing her legs confidently. "But I would like you to at least listen." She said, motioning for the Ambassador to speak. Harvik stood motionless, he was surprised that the Captain did not want to fight. Traitors always wanted to fight. As he watched Winters sit, a beautiful woman appeared on the screen. He obviously had no choice in the matter. "Very well Captain, as you wish." Harvik took his seat. "Ambassador, I presume you will seek a peaceful resolution. I am willing to listen, but everything you say will be considered testimony." Ana stood to her full height before speaking as all Efrosian Warrior-Priests did before speaking or going to battle. "Captain, I am Council Member Anastasia Tar-Thurian, I arrived here on behest of Admiral LoDona to Observe the actions from Both sides. I required your Name Captain." Harvik sat there smiling, he was intrigued about this woman. "My name is Harvik Shras, as you can tell I'm Andorian." He glanced at his OPS officer who was trying to get his attention. He muted communication with the Mystique and walked up to James. "What is it?" Ana caught the slight look one gives when someone has just tried to speak to you and knew that someone out of view was speaking to Harvik. James looked at Harvik. "Sir, they want to speak to you." He reported. "Who?" He replied. "The three operatives on the mystique." James said. "Very well, put them through." "Aye, audio only." James said as he pushed the buttons to open the comm link. "You have one minute thirty seconds." =/\=Captain, we request immediate extraction for two.=/\= Came the voice. "Understood, but it will be rather hard to mask a transport signal." Harvik was feeling anxious, he did not want to provoke the Mystique openly, he much preferred to do it verbally. =/\=We have a plan. One of us works in Engineering. Look for the shields dropping. It will only be a short time before they bring them back up, so lock onto the active ETT's.=/\= Watching the body language of Harvik, Ana knew they were up to something, what she didn't know. "Captain, they are up to something, watch out." She told Vanyssa without moving. "Understood, Fairchild out." Harvik turned to face the view screen. The Ambassador was still stood there, waiting patiently. He nodded for the conversation to be resumed. "Pleasure to meet you Anastasia. Now, I seem to be at a disadvantage, so what say we cut to the chase. What is it you want from us?" Ana bowed to Harvik when he came back on, "And it is a pleasure, I hope Captain, to meet you. My Dear Captain, I had not and the council had not known that there was any hostilities between any of the Fleet. Why has Admiral Doenitz not brought this before us?" "Admiral Doenitz has provided evidence that you, and the rest of the 52nd have dissented from Starfleet. All the evidence was submitted to a selection of the Admiralty. They agreed that the evidence was compelling. There no 'hostilities' in the Fleet, because you are not part of the Fleet." Harvik was getting worried, they needed to get out of here, fast. He was trying to conceal his true mission, and those of the other nine ships in this Quadrant. And that number would increase within the coming months. "It would seem Captain that the information went only to Admirals that were loyal to him, if not he would have sent the information to all the Admirals. As I have said, I am here gathering information to inform the council of what is going on in the fleet. So, Far Captain, I have only seen hostilities from loyal subjects of Doenitz, this will not set well with the council. So, if you don't want more to be added, I suggest you leave this ship alone." Ana saw that Harvik was getting nervous and wondered what was going on with him, he had to have something going on in the background that she could not see. While Ana was talking to the Captain Vanyssa got a very strange feeling. ::Riven ? Something is wrong.:: Vanyssa sent, still looking straight ahead. Her eyes didn't flicker and nothing indicated that she was speaking telepathically to her Counselor Riven had been reading the thoughts of Captain Harvik and missed the person that had walked up behind Vanyssa and he almost screamed at her when he saw someone else was already reacting. Vanyssa froze as she felt someone coming at her from behind. She ducked and came up with her phaser pointed at the crewman. Her Bodyguard already had a knife to the guys throat. Vanyssa rose, walking over to Ana. "So this is how you decide to play fair with me, Captain? Assassination of a Starfleet Captain on her own Bridge?" Vanyssa was angry. She turned around to her CE. "I want an identity of this one. And I want to know who his conspirators are." Vanyssa turned back to the screen, She waited for the Captain's response. "I have no idea what you are talking about Captain. I assure you that this was not authorized by Starfleet Command." ::Vanyssa the shields will drop in a moment and they are going to beam the assassins off. There is one in Engineering getting ready to do that.:: Riven sent to Vanyssa quickly. It had all happened too fast. He had no choice. Harvik turned to James and Katrina and gave the signal to end communication with the Mystique. They had been compromised and he was not taking any chances. "Target their weapons array, phasers and torpedoes full spread. Helm, head for the emergency rendezvous point, maximum warp. Deploy cloak. Engage." All at once the Fairchild had loosed its weapons and was now heading out of the vicinity, cloaked and free. ~They will have to get out of that themselves.~ He thought. There would be further opportunities, after all, the Mystique was a ripe target. "Evasive Maneuvers." Vanyssa declared. The Akira ship easily evaded most of the weapons, taking one glancing blow to one of the warp nacelles. "Damage report." Vanyssa said, as steam came from one of the conduits. (reply tactical, Conn, OPS) "Can we trace the Fairchild ?" Vanyssa demanded. (reply tactical) Vanyssa leaned back and sighed. She looked up to see security arriving for the prisoner. "Sergeant, please inform Mr. Lee that one of the conspirators is in Engineering. That should help." She looked over at Riven and sighed. "Dr. Mias, please come with me. I'll be in Sickbay, speaking with the away team. As soon as we have estimates for repairing the damage, call me." She entered the turbolift and headed towards Sickbay. (Reply all mentioned) (Posted by John) (USS Mystique; Bridge; TASC Ensign Travis Keswick ; 2255) "Do we have an ID on that vessel ?" As the CO said that Travis was typing commands into his station trying to get the ships ID. Captain according to censers it is the USS Fairchild. he said looking at the captain with a look of concern. Travis stood there with a stone look on his face. as the captain talked to the Fairchild captain. Without any warning he sow an assassin going for the captain but the marine guarding the captain restrained the assassin. Travis was standing by the captain with his phaser in hand as the marine removed the prisoner from the bridge. (Reply any) (PB Keswick) (USS Mystique - Engineering; Lt (jg) Tasha Hayridge; 2255) Tasha was at her station, monitoring the power flow readouts from the warp core. She was using that as a cover for what she was really doing. She had put in place the security software Doenitz's lackies had given her. she was certain no-one knew of her involvement with the plot to kill the Captain. She was doubly certain nobody could detect what she was actually doing. Tasha was trying to lower the shields so that she and 'Keys' would be able to be beamed off and into safety. This had been a bad mission, their plan had not succeeded completely. But now the entire fleet would feel glittery, and that was something she felt good for. Just as she was about to lower the shields all heck broke loose. Danny had tried to kill the Captain again, as planned, but he had been dragged off to the Brig. She saw the Fairchild on her little monitor, and she saw the attack, the ship lurched as it was hit, and the Fairchild was gone. "No, no, no!!!" She half shouted. This was going from bad to worse faster than warp nine. Now she was stuck with trying to hide in the crowd. This was what she had not wanted, but she knew that the Fairchild would have had no choice. She deleted all her files pertaining to the current mission and then dumped the software in the redundant memory core. She had to get to Danny, somehow. Reports had come in that Keys had been killed in the Marine Centre. He had been given the task of killing the kids. That was the only part of the mission she detested, Doenitz actually requested that they target the Captains kid. She felt nauseous when she read that the kids were being taken to sickbay. Tasha held her stomach, after a pang of nausea ran through her. She was scared, and she knew that scared people made mistakes. She had to somehow be inconspicuous. She tapped into the Brig systems and modified the force field of the cell Danny was in. It would flicker in the code which had been developed by Doenitz's covert OPS department. All operatives knew that code, so Danny would know what she was intending. She grabbed a tricorder, and also an Engineers toolkit. She walked over to the small arms locker and opened it using the codes stored in her tricorder. She removed a type I phaser, which she placed in her belt pocket, And 2 type II phasers which she placed in the toolkit. Once she was certain nobody had seen her she closed the locker and walked towards the turbolift. As the doors opened security entered Engineering, in force. She stepped onto the turbolift and the doors closed. (Reply any) (pb John) (USS Mystique - Marine Center - Cassandra Dema - 2259) Cassandra was playing with Jennah when they noticed someone talking to the marine guards, when suddenly the person pulled a knife and his phaser, stabbed the knife into ones chest and aiming his phaser at Jennah, but at the moment he fired....... Cassandra jumped in front of her. "JENNAAAAH." She yelled before receiving the blast on her head. (reply anyone) (posted by Anthony Struelens) (USS Mystique - Bridge - Master Sgt Oo'lish 2300) There was no hesitation. At the first sign of quick movement the Marine was already moving forward. At the sign of a phaser her knife was out. She was just behind him when he fired and tossed the knife, both missed the Captain luckily, and half a second later she had jabbed in the kidney with her phaser and gotten the knife around his throat. "One move," she whispered harshly, "And Ill not only slit your throat, but wear your balls for a necklace and eat your kidneys medium-well." (reply: if desired) She braced herself and dragged the prisoner back as the Captain continued talking to the rebel ship, "Oo'lish to all security forces, we've had another attempt on the bridge, stand alert!" The Captain turned to her briefly with a demand for his identification, the Marine nodded sharply at that. After a few more minutes, the Fairchild had fired on them and engaged cloak, and the bridge was again fairly quiet. The prisoner had gotten a small nick on his throat, less by accident and more by design, a warning that even under fire she wasn't going to let him go. He didn't look overly happy at that. She handed him over quietly to the guard that took him away spitting curses and dark promises. The combat knife was quickly slipped into the sheath it came from. "I'm sure someone will be along to talk to this one shortly," she told the guard. (reply: Security, if desired) "Sergeant, please inform Mr. Lee that one of the conspirators is in Engineering. That should help." She looked over at Riven and sighed. "Dr.Mias, please come with me. I'll be in Sickbay, speaking with the away team. As soon as we have estimates for repairing the damage, call me." Oo'lish fell into step behind the Captain, her phaser openly at her side, there would be no more near-misses. "Oo'lish to Lee, the Captain informs you that there is one more conspirator in Engineering." =^=Who? I'm on my way, Security team to Engineering, wait outside the doors, don't cause a stir!=^= The Master Sergeant looked over at the Captain, who had already called for Sickbay to the turbolift. She had heard the question, the Marine wouldn't need to repeat it. (reply: CO, Mias, any) (posted by Trout) (USS Mystique - Marine Center - Major Richard Ian Lee - 2301) Rich ground his teeth together, he disliked waiting, he vowed for the hundredth time that he would be on the bridge the next time there was a problem. =^=Oo'lish to all security forces, we've had another attempt on the bridge, stand alert!=^= Rich was on his feet a moment later, and had only just gotten out his door when he heard phaser sounds. His sidearm was out and he joined the immediate rush of Marines into the back administrative rooms. The sight that greeted his eyes was not immediately pleasing, there was a Marine in SDU on the ground, trying to stem the flood of blood from a chest wound. One of the Marines knelt by him and ripped out the first aid kit most Marines carry as Rich continued. He was not pleased. "Medical team to the Marine center on the double!" he barked after tapping his badge, "Three casualties, one knife wound, two phaser blasts." The ship suddenly rocked, but his duty was here. Someone pushed a hypospray filled with a mild sedative into the remaining child, but it didn't do much.The very small kit that Marines carried wasn't meant to act as a hospital, and it was mostly filled with pain-killers and anti-biotics, of the few drugs it sported. He holstered the phaser and turned to the surviving guard. Without a word he grabbed the man's arm and shoved him out the door. "Report," he said in dangerous tones. The Marine came to attention. "Sir, the traitor came up requesting status of the children. I answered him succinctly but did not give him the option of seeing them. Then," the Marine paused, "He got a funny look on his face sir, which I thought odd. Yahan apparently thought that look dangerous, he was the first to pull his sidearm. By the time he had gotten it out of the holster though, he had a knife sticking out of his chest and the man had barreled through." The Marine's face hardened, "Sir, it took me only a couple seconds to turn and draw, but by that time he had already executed one of the children and was already firing on the second by the time I shot him. His aim was poor and he only clipped the second, That is where you found us." Rich moved in close, "You will have a chance to rectify this mistake, Marine. You will serve the dead child's Honor guard, and by God you will be sleeping next to the survivor. It had better be you dead rather then your charge if there is another attack." Rich's words weren't particularly needed, the Marine's face was solid rock. "Sir, AYE sir!" He turned, "I want no less then a Squad in defense this time. I *WILL* eat the heart of those that fail after this, Do you get me?" "OOWAH Sir!" came the reply from those around. Most of the Marines he saw were spitting mad, someone had waltzed right into their home and attacked one of their charges. That didn't go over well, they would be looking for payback later. =^=Oo'lish to Lee, the Captain informs you that there is one more conspirator in Engineering.=^= Rich bolted for the door, "Who? I'm on my way, Security team to Engineering, wait outside the doors, don't cause a stir!" (reply: Captain) This was an internal Security matter, he didn't want a dozen Marines storming into Engineering, Security was far better suited to an action like this. He would think and mourn over the dead child later, when there was time. (reply: Captain, Medical, any) (posted by Trout) (USS Mystique - Bridge - Ensign Jason Dema - 2303) When Jason heard Major Lee asking for a security detail to engineering Jason turned to the Captain again. "Captain, permission to lead that group." (reply Vanyssa) With that Jason walked of the Bridge tapping his commbadge. =/\= Ensign Dema to security, I want a fully quipped team with type III phasers set to heavy stun, wait for me at the entrance of main engineering =/\= =/\= Acknowledged Sir, team underway =/\= Jason entered the turbolift. "Engineering." The lift beeped in acknowledgment and went on his way to engineering. (USS Mystique - outside engineering - Ensign Jason Dema - 2305) stepping out of the lift Jason walked to the main doors where his team was already waiting. "Good, listen up, we are here to apprehend a conspirator who is yet unknown to us, we will wait here for Major Lee who will brief us further. I don't have to tell you guys how important it is to capture the subject, so watch any suspicious moves, and take no chances, call for backup, is that clear." "Yes Sir." Just then Jason saw Lee arriving at their position. "We are ready when you are Major." (reply Lee) (posted by Anthony Struelens) (USS Mystique - Brig TASC Ensign Travis Keswick 2305) Travis was so mad at what this man did he didn't say a word as he put up the force field Locking the him into the brig. Just then Travis herd The captain say over the intercom. =^=Security team to Engineering, wait outside the doors, don't cause a stir!=^= Travis turned to the security and marine officers that escorted him and the prisoner to the brig. "I wont you two to stay here with the prisoner." =/\= on my way captain =/\= rushing out the door heading for engineering On his way to engineering Travis had allot going threw his mind about the last 3 hours. But if there is one thing he knows it is he will stand by the Captain and first Officer Know matter what happens in this crazy mess there in. When Travis got to the door leading to engineering there where already Security officers standing by. (reply any) (Posted by Keswick) (USS Mystique - Sickbay - Dr. Kellita Weir- 2305 =^= Medical, prepare for site to site transport of two wounded children and one marine.=^= Kellita heard over the comm a few moments after the emergency team arrived on the scene. Kellita had already activated the small pediatrics ward, complete with smaller biobeds, and she signaled the affirmative. As soon as the two children were there, she started scanning them. One was brain dead, the older of the two, the other wasn't in as much danger. Kellita motioned the nurse over to take care of the younger one, then began barking orders for a stimulator and several other aperatus. She attached the stimulator and pulled up the schematics, noting how various organs were shutting down. She frowned, stabilizing the body on life support as she began to stimulate the brain. She sent electrical shocks in, and was gratified to see after two and an increase in the adrenaline hypo, that the brain functions started. She knew that she would have to go in and surgically graft repair tissue to the burnt and injured areas of the young woman's brain, but that could wait for a couple hours. It was a delicate procedure, and she would need to discuss with Dr. Radchenko how best to go about it. Kellita did not consider herself to be a skilled surgeon, and she hoped that the good Doctor was. Kellita turned her attention back to the other girl, and felt a lot of concern for her. Someone whispered that it was the Captain's daughter. Kellita noted that Dr. Radchenko had already started treatment for the shock and phaser burns. "Doctor, anything that I can help with ?" Kellita asked, as she pulled up the file on the brain-dead girl, a Cassandra Dema. (reply Radchenko) Kellita nodded, studying the file for any drug allergies, and when not seeing any, set the treatment plan, as well as the stimulator to keep her under. Kellita frowned at the readings that she was getting, apparently the girl had fractured her arm in several places, and one of her eyes was badly burnt. The fracture could be dealt with, but the trauma to the eye.... That would take some regeneration of the optical nerves, and possibly a replacement. Kellita then covered the eye with an optical regenerator and set it to do the work. She quickly aligned the fractures in the arm, sealing them and allowing them to heal. She slumped from the work and noted that only 45 minutes had went by. She went back to the CMO office, where Radchenko was sitting, and spoke to him about the condition of the Dema-girl. (reply Radchenko) (pb Melinda :-) (USS Mystique - turbolift/sickbay - CO Captain Vanyssa Winters - 2307) =^=Who? I'm on my way, Security team to Engineering, wait outside the doors, don't cause a stir!=^= Vanyssa grinned at Lee's remark, and tried very hard not to laugh. She stumbled and Riven caught her as she briefly saw through Jennah's eyes, and then felt Jennah fall. Vanyssa looked up at Riven's wide concerned eyes and then ran down the hallway towards sickbay. She got there and... it was nightmarish. She saw her FO sitting in a corner, being treated by a nurse. She walked over to him, and inquired after how he was doing, one eye and part of her mind on the small pediatrics area in the corner. "Report, Commander." She said in a flat tone of voice. She wanted all of this mess mopped up before it could get any worse. She had caught the last edge of the Fairchild's Captain's thoughts, and they didn't leave her happy. She would also have to deal with Riven and the fact that he wasn't obeying the telepathic laws. She realized with a shock that he probably thought he was doing fine. It was war, and having a telepath read what he could, well it was permissible right ? Vanyssa shook her head mentally, something that she had always a tendency to do physically while thinking. She had a lot of moral questions that would require answering before she was satisfied that what she was doing was right. (reply FO, Sickbay, any) (posted by melinda ) (USS Mystique - Deck 4 outside sickbay - COUNS Dr. Riven Mias - 2308) Just as they were about to reach Sickbay, Riven felt what Vanyssa had saw in her minds eye. It caused her to stumble and as she was falling, he reached out to catch her. All he could do was to look at her and let her know that he was also concerned for the safety of Jennah. Then Vanyssa steadied her feet and ran the rest of the way toward Sickbay. He was about to run after her, but having spread his thoughts out to the crew in a general manner, he picked up several key thoughts that contained the name of Jennah. Having heard that name, he centered on the one that it had came from and what that person was doing. Looking down towards sickbay, seeing Vanyssa enter in a rush, he quickly and angrily decided that someone else needed his attention more than Vanyssa at that point. He turned around and ran to the turbolift. He was glad that he was not far from it and as he jumped in, he shouted, "Brig level, Deck 17 emergency." (USS Mystique - Deck 17 Brig level - COUNS Dr. Riven Mias - 2310) Riven ran out of the turbolift just as the doors open and started to run to the brig when he got the feeling that his prey had not gotten there yet but was heading down the turbolift as he did. He walked over to the brig and stepped inside just enough to see a guard there. "There is a brig break about to be attempted, watch your prisoner heavily." He shouted then he was back out the door and heading to the turbolift. He had managed to arrive about half way from the brig when the doors opened and he got the sight of the one he was wanting to intercept. He had done this before, but, he had not liked doing it unless it was necessary. He knew that she had been part of the attack not only on Vanyssa but on her daughter Jennah as well. He also knew that the other child had gotten in the way so that Jennah would not be dead now. Riven was going to make sure that this one could not interfere with them getting what they deserved for their actions. His rage at the attacks only fueled his abilities and was threatening to over flow into this woman, this assassin. He saw the weapon come forward but before she could fire, it was too hot in her hands to hold it and she dropped it. He also made sure that she stepped out of the turbolift into the corridor onto her knees. He was oblivious of his surroundings at that time, he was solely focused on her and what she helped to be done. (reply any) (pb Frank Rogers) (USS Mystique - Deck 17 - Lt (jg) Tasha Hayridge - 2310) Tasha was nearing her destination. The doors opened and her senses told her that someone was waiting, she drew her type I phaser from its hiding place, but it became too hot. She dropped it and looked to see Dr Riven in the hall. Suddenly, her head was filled with immense pain. Her ears were ringing louder than a torpedo explosion, and they started to bleed. She fell to her knees trying not to scream. As she fell she dropped the toolkit, and it opened. Her instincts took over and she regained control of her thoughts. She had not been trained to attack like he was doing, but she could repel. It took physical effort to send his burst back to him, she was sweating profusely. He riled back as his assault was returned. She quickly grabbed a type II phaser from the floor and fired it at Riven. She had no intention of killing him, and it had been on the lowest setting. He fell to the floor, but she knew that his mental ability gave him a greater recovery time. She scooped up the toolkit and ran, phaser in hand, towards the brig. As the doors opened she noticed the warden holding a type III phaser rifle. She rolled to the floor and fired first, he fell in a slump onto the console he was standing behind. Tasha had to work fast, the alarm in the security centre would indicate that there had been phaser fire in the brig. She neglected her carefully selected tools and fired at the console which controlled the force field to Danny's cell. The phaser was set on full power, and the console blew out, and so did the field. She threw the phaser at Danny and took up the wardens rifle, pocketed the type II and then proceeded to initiate a site-to-site transport. She was stopped in her tracks as the Dr came rushing in, the mental attack was so powerful Danny fell to the floor, obviously with a brain anurism. Tasha was experiencing slight nausea and pain in her head. Her ears started to bleed again, but she continued on with the site-to-site. She repelled his attacks, but it was getting increasingly hard to do, her ability was not as advanced as his, she was getting weaker by the second. She could tell that it was weakening him somewhat aswell, it was not helped by the fact he had only just recovered from a phaser shot. She was nearing her goal, she could almost taste her freedom. Then he sent out such a wave as she had never felt. She was conscious enough to see him topple to the ground, moments before the darkness smothered her. (Reply Riven, Security [when you find us!]) (pb John) (USS Mystique - Sickbay; FO Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia; 2315) When Peter had been placed on the bio-bed, his adrenaline dissipated. He screamed in agony as the full weight of the pain, and shock spurted forth. He did not realize that several ribs had broken in his chest, his spine had been splintered. His left hand was burnt, and it looked un-usable. His head hurt, the blood had dried and crusted over his face, the deep gash on his forehead was a dark red stain. He looked up as the doctor's face appeared before his. He was saying something, but Peter was slipping into unconsciousness. Finally all was black. (Reply Doctor, any in sickbay) (USS Mystique - Sickbay; FO Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia; 2325) Peter came around, groaning loudly. He still hurt, but it was duller. He made to sit up, but someone's hand was on his shoulder. It was firm, but gentle. He remained on his back for several more moments as he readjusted to the light, and sounds of sickbay. "What's happening?" Peter asked, still groggy from whatever drug Radchenko had given him. He was now aware of the voices around him. Tourana was still there, she had not been as badly hurt as him, or even as HHril. (Reply Radchenko, any) "HHril, Tourana..." Peter was cut off by the doctor. (Reply Radchenko) Peter sat up and swung his legs around the bed. He noticed that his hand was all healed, his chest and back were still sore and were tight. His head, still hurt but it was a dull ache. Peter stood off the bed. "Aaaaarrrghhhh!" He cried as his legs and spine took his weight again, amidst some revolt. He noticed that the Captain was standing next to him. ~It must have been her hand.~ "Captain, not bad for a shakedown, huh?" He said trying to laugh. (Reply Captain) "Yes Ma'am, I'll be right there." Peter said as he took his first tentative steps towards the door. (Reply ALL) (pb John) (USS Mystique - Sickbay; FO Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia; 2330) After Peter had spoken with Radchenko, the Captain came over and bellowed "Report, Commander!" Peter was still dazed and a little wobbly on his legs, but he swallowed and focused on the Captain. "Ma'am, I'll skip everything before the attack, it will all be in my report." Hes aid, wincing as he shifted his weight. "Once we had retrieved the cloaked probe, Ensign Tourana here spotted a cloak phase shift and we sent out a Tachyon pulse to confirm. Suddenly the Defiant class was on top of us, no word of warning. The opened fire as we turned to escape. "I took the decision to run as I did not think it would be a good career move if I got the three of us, and the evidence, destroyed." He tried to laugh, but it was too painful. "Ma'am, Ensign Tourana is the reason we are here, and not space dust. It was her flying that kept us away from the majority of the weapons fire. She deserves the credit." Peter wanted to continue his report, but he almost fell. He was tired and he hurt, but he could pull out some energy if he needed it, although the doc would not like it. (Reply Winters) Peter was ordered to the Bridge to co-ordinate the retrieval of data on the current situation, as the Captain went to speak with the good doctor about the children he had just noticed were lying on bio-beds. ~Someone needs to fill me in on the situation.~ (USS Mystique - Sickbay; Ensign Tourana:2330) " I really am perfectly all right, honestly nurse ", Tourana insisted but the nurse refused to let her get up until the Doctor had checked her over. " Look, I just want to check on the others " she pleaded, referring to Hhril and Peter. Hhril was unconscious when she last saw him, and Peter had been in terrible pain and covered in blood. All Tourana had wrong with her, as far as she was concerned, was a little bump on the head, a stiff neck, and a tiny cut, barely a scratch even. The nurse decided to show Tourana that she was a little underestimating of her current state, so made her look in a small mirror. " Oh " she responded, " well, maybe I will wait for the Doctor then ", then she promptly threw up. The mirror had revealed a very swollen face on the right side, a black eye, busted cheekbone, and her hair was plastered to her head by dried blood. She barely recognized herself but thankfully the appearance was purely cosmetic and should be easily fixed once the dermal regenerator was to be used but she was not badly injured enough to warrant being seen to immediately - Peter and Hhril needed the Doc far more than her. She admitted defeat and agreed to wait quietly, much to the nurses relief ! (reply Doc ) Tourana noticed the Captain enter sickbay. She looked composed but worried at the same time. Although Tourana could not see from where she was laying, apparently the Captains daughter was also in sickbay, suffering from phaser burns if she had overheard correctly. A short while later, she heard the Captain bellow at Peter for a report on what had happened. Peter was speaking too quietly for the Ensign to hear his response to the Captain but she hoped he was not getting blamed for the destroyed runabout - that was down to Tourana not being quick enough to dodge the fire from the Defiant and she would tell the Captain so herself when she got the chance. It seemed that opportunity would be sooner than she thought. The Captain and Peter finished their conversation and Winters was heading for the Ensign now. Suddenly she felt very intimidated as the Captains eyes met hers.... ( reply Winters ) (pb Patch) (USS Mystique - Bridge; FO Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia; 2345) Peter stepped off the turbolift into a hive of commotion. Obviously something had happened. He needed to sit down, so he strode to the command seat. During all the previous dilema nobody had sat in the chair since the Captain had vacated it. "Report." He bellowed as he sat down. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate:2004.08.28 Stardate 2406.10.08 (USS Hood, Bridge, OPS, Lt (jg) HHril, 2230) Stardate: 2406.10.14 (USS Mystique, Deck 4, Officer Quarters, OPS, Lt (jg) HHril, 2015) Stardate: 2406.10.15 (USS Mystique, Bridge, OPS, Lt (jg) HHril, 1300) (USS Mystique - FO's office; FO Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia; 1800) Stardate: 2406.10.17 (USS Mystique - quarters - Conn- Lt Herkimer 78- 1235) (USS Mystique - quarters - Ensign Jason Dema - 1238) (USS Mystique - Main Bridge; FO Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia; 1240) (USS HOLO-Mystique, HOLO-Main Bridge, HOLO-OPS, Lt (jg) HOLO-HHril, HOLO-1241) (USS Mystique - Main Bridge; CSO Ketal; 1242) USS Mystique - near marine center - Ensign Jason Dema - 1248) (USS Mystique - Quarters - TASC Ensign Travis Keswick - 1900) ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.18 (USS Mystique - Bridge - Ensign Jason Dema - 1156) (USS Mystique - Sickbay - Ensign Jason Dema & Cassandra Dema - 1206) (USS Mystique - ready room - Ensign Jason Dema - 1241) (USS Myqtique - Holodeck - Ensign Jason Dema - 1321) (USS Mystique - Lounge - Ensign Jason Dema - 1423) (USS Mystique - Lounge - Sarah Nevada - 1451) (USS Mystique - quarters - 1453) (USS Mystique - Sickbay - Sarah Nevada - 1503) (USS Mystique - Lounge - Ensign Jason Dema - 1520) (USS Mystique - Sickbay - Ensign Jason Dema - 1524) (USS Mystique - Phaser Range - Ensign Jason Dema - 1634) ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2406.10.19 (USS Mystique - Sickbay - Sarah Nevada - 0900) ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.21 (USS Mystique, Bridge, OPS, Lt (jg) HHril, 1700) ------------------------------------------------------------------------ -------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.22 (USS Mystique - Personal quarters - CSO Ketal and Captain Vanyssa Winters - 03:40) (USS Mystique, Observation Lounge, OPS, Lt (jg) HHril, 0856) (USS Mystique Observation Lounge TASC Ensign Travis Keswick 0900) (USS Mystique, Observation Lounge, CO, Captain Vanyssa Winters, 0916) (USS Mystique, Observation Lounge, CSO Ketal - 09:25) (USS Mystique, Observation Lounge, CO Captain Vanyssa Winters - 09:35) (USS Mystique, Observation Lounge, TASC Ensign Travis Keswick - 09:36) (USS Mystique, Bridge, CEO, Lt(sg) Sarouk, 0940) (USS Mystique, Ready Room, CEO, Lt(sg) Sarouk, 0943) (USS Mystique, Ready Room, CO Captain Vanyssa Winters, 0945) (USS Mystique, Ready Room, CO Captain Vanyssa Winters & CEO Lt. Sarouk, 0946) (USS Mystique - Bridge - Ensign Jason Dema - 1000) (USS Mystique, Bridge, CO Captain Vanyssa Winters , 1045) (USS Mystique, Deck 14, CSO's office, CSO Ketal , 1050) (USS Mystique - computer lab - Ensign Jason Dema - 1124) (USS Mystique, Observation Lounge, TASC Ensign Travis Keswick - 1145) (USS Mystique, Observation Lounge, OPS, Lt (jg) HHril, 1922) Begin compile ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.08 (USS Hood, Bridge, OPS, Lt (jg) HHril, 2230) The Defiant class ship was bearing down on the little Runabout. They had literally no chance of surviving this attack. The fact was, that the Mystique was a match for their pursuers, they were not. The Cmdr had directed Tourana to take the ship back to the Mystique. Perhaps the sight of her would be enough to make the defiant break away. ~Here's hoping.~ he thought to himself as another shot blasted their shields. "Shields down to 54%, Sir." HHril said as the hull shook under the force of the blast. "We really can't take much more of this." "Ensign, evasive maneuvers. Pattern Delta Sierra." order the FO of the Mystique. One thing was certain, their pilot may be young, but she certainly was not unskilled. The maneuverability of the Runabout was their only chance to survive the attack, and she was certainly putting the little ship through its paces. " Hold on tight, here we go " she shouted as the Runabout performed a tight loop, allowing the larger ship to slip beneath her. " They were going to ram us, and I haven't finished trying this baby out yet, Sir ! " Continuing evasive maneuvers, Tourana kept the Defiant class ship within a safe distance, not allowing it to turn and fire the pulse phasers at them but allowing the Runabout to fight back. Three torpedoes sped away from the little craft, all impacting on the shields. "Direct hit to their dorsal shields, Sir. Minimal effect." informed HHril. "Their shields are weakening, but they have regenerative shielding. I'm charging phasers to two hundred per cent. This will fry some systems, so lets hope they won't be vital ones. Ensign, we'll need some fancy flying, but make sure we are still within range." HHril began routing power to the phasers through non-essential systems in the hopes of frying systems that they could live without. ~I doubt anyone will be ordering up tea any time soon.~ he thought to himself as he routed all power from the replicator. "Ensign, take us underneath her, Lieutenant change shield frequency to nine one point zero zero four." "Aye, Sir." HHril answered and completed the task asked of him. "Ensign, when we go underneath the ship, our shields will merge, be ready to make a speedy getaway. It'll be a bumpy ride!" Now realizing exactly what the FO had in mind, HHril quickly adjusted the frequency of their shields to match the larger ship which was now above them and set their scanners to automatically adjust the frequency to allow the ship pass through as easy as possible. "Hold on to be fried!" the Cmdr yelled as he fired the phasers. Flashes of light emerged from all around the bridge. Sparks fell and panels hung from their hinges. Suddenly, HHril's chair was struck, turning he saw that it was the FO, lying sprawled on the floor, a welt on the side of his head and a seared hand. "Cmdr," he said, rising to his feet. "They are still in persuit. We caused damage to several non-essential systems as well as to their targeting systems. They are still in hot pursuit, and still have the upper hand, but we may have evened the odds a little." Suddenly, an alarm blared and the craft lurched to the side. " Sir, I'm losing directional control, one of you had better fix it and fast" "I'm on it," Yelled HHril in reply to Tourana's request. "Just don't slow down." HHril hit the floor under the conn of the ship, where Tourana was trying her best to keep them from getting blown to bits. It was not a pretty sight. Circuits were fried and isolinear chips were fused. The only way to fix this problem was to hot-wire the directional controls. For that, he would have to tap into the navigational array and sensor grid. He knew that he could do it, but did he have enough time. "We are out of control. Ensign, try your best to regain control." said the FO as he fired away at the Defiant. Sparks shot out under the console as each torpedo sped away searing his face and eyes. If not for the second set of clear eyelids all Romulans and Vulcans had, HHril would have been blinded. "Navigational deflector is offline. The EPS conduits in that section have damaged it beyond repair! Ensign, have you ever flown blind before?" "Actually, Sir. That is me." broke in HHril before Tourana could reply. "I will have directional control in a few moments but we will have lost the navigational sensors in order to do it." " Sir, I can fly this thing standing on my head AND blind if you need me too! ", Tourana shouted as the ship shifted to manual piloting control. This approach was much less efficient, but it should keep them alive. " Hold tight, incoming missile and I cant evade this one too well, its going to graze us at least ! " The ship jerked as it was struck, pieces of debris from the fried circuits fell in his face causing lacerations. The green blood flowed from his cheeks as he pulled himself from under the console. "Shields down to twelve per cent, port nacelle is.........not there, life support is failing and the warp core may breach any time now." There was no hiding their situation, and the tone in the FO's voice spelled it out. They were in serious trouble. HHril was thrown to the wall as the Hood went into a flat spin, slaming him into the console and breaking a few ribs. "Sir, there is nothing I can do, we have to evacuate if the Mystique doesn't hurry up !" said Tourana very matter-of-factly. "Beam the probe to the Mystique. Before we blow up!" said the FO to HHril. "Aye, Sir" he said. He locked on with the scanners and beamed it directly to the Main Science Lab. "Transport successful." "Ensign, prepare the escape pod for release. Abandon ship." HHril still had to send their talematry back to his station on board the Mystique. A few key buttons and the info was sent. HHril headed to the escape pod and helped the ensign into her seat. She was bleeding much worse than he was. And the Cmdr himself, was in no condition to be out and about himself. Once she was seated, he turned to help Cmdr Belinia into his seat before strapping himself in. "Ensign, release us." order the FO of the Mystique. The pod shot away from the Runabout and the battle, hopefully, the Defiant class ship would not just shoot them out of the sky. "Pod released " answered to pilot. Her first days work and she had earned her wings. That was in fact an understatement. She had saved their lives. Tears welled in her eyes, and she looked away from HHril. He too had not expected this for their second day of work. He closed his eyes and leaned into his seat. "Ms. Tourana," began the FO. "It was not your fault. You did everything you could, and against a Defiant class, you excelled yourself. You kept us alive, and without you we would not be here now. Hold your head high, you are a credit to your uniform, and I am in your debt." ~As am I.~ thought HHril to himself. He felt disoriented. Conversation continued in the pod, but HHril heard none of it. There was something wrong. Something had happened that he had not realized and his body was no longer able to deal with it. An audible groan escaped his lips and his body leaned forward. Darkness. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ --------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.14 (USS Mystique, Deck 4, Officer Quarters, OPS, Lt (jg) HHril, 2015) It had been days since the run in with the USS Fairchild. HHril was feeling better, all things considered. The fact that they had been attacked by a Federation ship was bad enough. The fact that they had been attacked by an unprovoked Federation ship spoke volumes. They were considered traitors. More than likely, the Captain and crew of the defiant class ship did not know the truth. More than likely they were just following orders. More than likely... The fact was that he believed in LoDona and the cause of the 52nd fleet. The fact was that based on what he had been told, and based on what he had seen, there was no way that he was being misled. But he was certain that there were those on the other side, those still affiliated with Starfleet that had been told and had seen things also. War was never easy. And this war had all the makings of a terrible one. He picked up the PADD from his table next to the empty plate. He had managed to secure a cooking console for himself and had finished up the plate of chicken and rice that he had made for himself. The replicator could never get things right. He preferred to do things himself when possible, and cooking was one thing that he was able to do by himself. On the PADD was all the information he had amassed about the subspace relay module that he, Tourana and Belinia had retrieved. The modifications had been done by someone with an understanding of cloaking technologies. Out of the known conspirators, only Haydridge could have performed the modifications. And even then, she would not have had the security clearance to obtain the necessary equipment. So how did she get access to the relay module. And, for that matter, how did she get hold of a modular cloaking device. It certainly was a mystery. One that he felt would continue to unfold as their missions continued. He placed the PADD on the table, rose, and crossed his quarters to the replicator placing the plate and utensils on the surface. Two buttons and three beeps later the plate vanished. One more button, and the replicator was ready to process his request. "Raktajino." A whir and a cup filled with the hot liquid appeared where the dishes had been placed. Taking the cup from the replicator, HHril crossed the room to the couch on the far side. He had secured a bow and arrow set, his grandfathers, to the wall directly over the couch. He looked at it before sitting down. His time with the Tal Shiar had trained him to be suspicious. That was, after all, the job of a Tal Shiar agent. To be suspicious beyond even regular normal Romulan citizens. They had shown him that every piece of data, no matter how insignificant could lead to a great discovery. ~How could she have gotten hold of the materials!~ he thought to himself. ~It just doesn't make any sense.~ He continued to look over the schematics of the module on the PADD. ~What is special about this module. What have theychanged on it other than to add a cloaking device.~ "Computer." began HHril. "Commence recording OPS officers report." The computer beeped to notify that the command had been carried out. "OPS officers report. Lt HHril reporting. Further inspection of the subspace module has shown nothing new. I will continue to conduct test to try and determine exactly what it is about this probe that would be worth attacking the Hood for. The fact is, the Fairchild would have been more effective had they remained anonymous to the Mystique. To reveal themselves to us for a simple subspace relay module seems... illogical." he paused and smiled to himself. ~I sound like a Vulcan.~ he thought to himself. "Computer end recording. Add to previous entries, save and file." The computer beeped once again in acknowledgement and then the room was quiet. HHril sipped the last of his drink as he walked towards his bedroom. ~Another day, another mystery.~ he thought to himself as he lay down for sleep. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.15 (USS Mystique, Bridge, OPS, Lt (jg) HHril, 1300) The last few weeks had given the Mystique, the newest Akira Class vessel in the fleet to show why Admiral Ladona had decided to commission an older design. The ship handled better, moved faster, and was more defensively capable than any Akira that had come before her. She would certainly be a force to be reckoned with in the battles to come. HHril had recovered from his injuries. They had not been severe, but his body had buckled under the strain. That was something that he would not allow to happen again. He had increased his physical and mental training to assure that he would be prepared for anything. The Mystique had been ordered to an uncharted area of space to continue the testing of some of the newer systems. The Shielding was of a new design as was the cloaking device. Hopefully with some tweaking, both systems would be perfected. HHril was in the process of running passive scans on the system. He was about half way through his second shift. Although they had picked up a full crew compliment at Geneva, HHril had continued to work double shifts and would continue to do so until everything on board the ship ran without anyone having to do anything. A beep and a flashing light pulled him to the right hand side of his console. An unusual signal. "Captain Winters." began the ch'Rihan. "I'm picking up an unusual signal, Sir." "On screen, Lt." came the anticipated reply. HHril pushed two buttons and the image appeared on the screen. A musician was playing a strange instrument. But the instrument was the least strange thing on the screen. The one playing it was a species HHril had never seen before, and doubted that anyone else aboard ship would have either. The audio was distorted and HHril worked with the computer to clean up the signal. Suddenly hitting the correct frequency, the sound cleared and filled the bridge. It was intoxicating. Once finished, the musician stood and bowed to her audience, displaying a pair of wings which protruded from her back. The image then changed, to that of a humanoid. But he was not human... much closer than the first creature mind you, but still not the same. This one had pointed ears, and HHril found himself thinking of his own ears as he watched. No fur was present on this second creature, but the wings were. Who were these strange people. "Hmm." The noise had come from the Captain. That noise summed up what everyone witnessing the theatrics was feeling. "Can we isolate where this broadcast is coming from?" she asked. "Affirmative Captain, the source of the signal is 5.3 light years away at a bearing of 83 degrees. Long range sensors show a class M planet." The answer had come from Mr Ketal at science. "Set course for it, warp 4." She said, rising. "ETA?" "At warp 7 well be there in 3hours 50 minutes," replied the CONN officer. "Excellent." replied the Captain, satisfied with the answer. "Please have Dr. Mias, and Dr. Harper, as well as Mr. Ketal review these, Number One. I'd like to know something about them before we reach their planet." Without waiting for an answer, the Captain headed off the bridge to her ready room. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2406.10.15 (USS Mystique - FO's office; FO Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia; 1800) Peter sat listening to his favorite music while reading the latest reports from the ship, Geneva and those reports from anywhere else that Fleet Command allowed him to see. It was quite busy being FO, he had no idea of how hard it could be. Had he been trained this would all be easier, so he imaginede, but he had not had the luxury of attending the Command course before he took his post as FO of the Mystique. He had healed quite well, there was a small scar on his left hand, but it was not distracting. He had been ordered to report to the Counsellor once a day. But he was far to busy for that. They had only had one session, but Peter knew it had helped. He had read several reports on the interegation of the surviving member of the spy group who had successfully infiltrated the Mystique and the 52nd. It was not going according to expectations, but they were holding out hope. The current thinking was that she, like the three others, were recruited after the transfer to the Beta Quadrant. But information was scarse as to who recruited them, where and when. They were heading down the Courts Martial route at the moment, but that did not seem to phase the prisoner. It looked bleek for the moment, but they were optimistic that they should prevail. ~I hope they do, it does not bode well if we fail at this!~ He stood and wandered the short distance to his couch. This office was smaller than his office at Geneva, but it had a couch, windows and quite a large desk, which was no longer visible under all the PADD's and Computer Access Terminals [CAT's]. He thought back to his time on Geneva, his friends and colleagues. He missed them. He held in his hand a picture of his parents, they were in London and were standing outside Buckingham Palace, the glorious home to King Edward XXVII. Peter was missing them alot, he had not told the Captain much but he suspected she knew anyway. Mostly he was frightened, frightened that he would have to fight his mother in the months to come. Fleet Command had informed him that his mother was now Captain of the USS Earheart, a Soveriegn class vessel. He was intereupted from his thoughts by the computer. =/\=Priority message from Starfleet Command=/\= Now that was odd, for several reasons. Firstly all communications had to come via the Bridge, Seondly, and most importantly, Starfleet Command would not send him any communications. He stood and nervously switched his mini view screen on. The window directly above the couch dissapeared and the Emblem of the Federation hung on a black/blue background. Then a face he did not recognise came on. =/\=Lieutenant Commander Peter Belinia, I am Rear-Admiral Fenton Caunt. This messege was recorded on stardate 2406.10.06. Concerning your father, David Belinia. It is my sad duty to inform you of his untimley demise. He died on stardate 2406.09.28, due to an experimental warpcore going critical. Fully half of the scientists based at Starbase 156 were lost. Your father was transfered to that station only one month before the accident. His funeral was conducted an stardate 2406.10.05, in attendance were your mother, and the majority of your family, colleagues of your father and representatives of the Federation and Starfleet. Your mother was presented with the UFP flag, and has since returned to duty. Your father is buried on Earth in your family's crypt. My condolences.=/\= With that the screen again showed the Emblem of the Federation. The screen dissapeared as Peter slumped onto his couch once again.He was numb, and tears fell down his cheeks. He checked and recomposed himself. "Computer encode messege and relay to Fleet Command, priority Alpha one. Authorization Belinia Omega nine nine Phi. Send messege." =/\=Message sent=/\= "Belinia to Bridge, did any communications register on the comm relay.?" (Reply any on Bridge if you want) "Are you sure that none were recorded?" (Reply any on Bridge if you want) "Very well, never mind. Belinia out." Peter huffed and decided to go to his quaters. It was a short walk. [An understatement if ever there was one!]. Once inside he went straight to his bed. Removed all his clothes and lay there naked. There he wept. =/\=Priority messege from Starbase 953=/\= Peter wiped his eyes and sat up as the computer terminal on the wall opposite his bed came to life. It was pictures of a dissaster. A space station, in peices. Escape pods and debris filled the surrounding space. Then it changed to inside the station. It was recorded on a rescue camera. Peter could see devestation, dead bodies and maimed people all over the place. It was horrific, Peter held back a wretch, barely. The scene changed again to a cargo bay of a ship or station. It was filled with covered bodies of the deceased. They were covered in blood, body parts were piled next to them, and entrails were visible. Peter had no time to make it to the toilet, he threw up on his bed. He stood, turned away from the screen. Although there was no sound he could feel it on his baack. "Computer.....end transmission. Record and send to Fleet Command. Authorization Belinia Omega nine nine Phi." =/\=Communication sent=/\= Peter took up his sheets and stuck them on the replicator pad. In a few moments they had dissapeared and he headed to the shower. It was a lovely water shower. He had not had a water shower for years, just sonic ones. This day was getting weirder by the second. He knew that, like the other messege, this one would not have been sent via the main comms relay. Which meant that another ship was close by. It was unlikely that they would be attacked so soon after the last encounter. But it was still unnerving to realise that fact. He then made a note to inform the Captain. He replicated some more sheets, and using his command codes, he also replicated a hypospray loaded with a mild sedative to enable him to sleep. He was fully aware that the Doc would know by the morning, but he would deal with that then. he went to his room, made his bed and then injected himself. He fell asleep. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ----------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.17 (USS Mystique - quarters - Conn- Lt Herkimer 78- 1235) Herk heard the red alert and raced into the hallway of the crew quarters. S/he stopped short at the sight that was before hir. In the hallway, several Xenolithe were moving menacingly away from hir. Stepped back and tapped hir comm badge. "Herkimer to the bridge, we have intuders on deck 2." There was no reply. Suddenly Herk caught a motion out the side of hir eye and mved just as Xenolithe warrior leaped. Herk stepped aside and fired hir phaser. It had little effect, except maybe to make the Xenolithe mad. It snarled an ugly snarl and pressed it's attack. Herk paried the attack swinging behind it, driving a strike into it's back. Long, shaprp claws appeared as the warrior attempted to slash at the Hermat. Herk caught the wrist of one of the arms and spun around using hir full strength, momentum, plus the leverage s/he had managed to get, and twisted the arm at an impossible angle. It was accompanied by a sickening breaking sound, and followed by a shriek. Herk then grabbed the head, rolled behind and twisted and pulled until there was another crack. The Xenolithe fell to it's knees but continued to try and skewer Herk. In a fit of rage, Herk found a soft spot in the Xenolithes neck and sank hir canines into it, ripping tendons and blood vessels. After a few moments the Xenolithe stopped moving. Herk looked up with a feral look in hir eyes and blood covering hir face. "This is going to be harder than I thought," s/he said. S/he looked up to see three more Xenolithes coming towards hir. "Much harder." As the intruders advanced on Herk, s/he saw something or someone runnig down the corridor. They were in a modified BDU. The only possible person to wear such a thing would have to be Dema. Herk could see that his arm was already injured. Her rolled hir eyes. "My hero," s/he said sarcastically. Suddenly the three Xenolithes attacked simultaneously. Herk barely had a chance to defend hirself. One of the Xenolithe's fell, but it was not enough. Herk heard a strange sucking sound, and felt something odd in hir chest. S/he looked down to see two sets of claws protruding through hir body. S/he looked up at Dema's face as he turned the corner, reached for him, but had trouble speaking. All that came out of hir mouth was a small river of blood. Herk's eyes rolled to the back of hir head and s/he stopped breathing. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.17 (USS Mystique - quarters - Ensign Jason Dema - 1238) After Jason finished his attackers he looked over the corner to see if any more Xeno's would appear, but it was safe for the moment, so he started to run to engineering. As he went down the corridor he could hear noises of combat and decided to take a look. Just as he passed the corner he could see three Xeno's and Herk. Herk was taken by surprise as s/he looked at Jason, but right at that moment they attacked hir. S/he tried to defend herself, one fell to the floor, but another one stabbed Herk with his claws as Jason was running to hir to help. He quickly drew his phaser that was still on level 14, and fired at the Xeno on the floor and the Xeno not stabbing Herk, he quickly lowered the level to 12 and fired at the other Xeno untill he fell down to the floor, only to see Herk fainting too. Jason ran to hir and cut through his claws with his phaser. Jason checker hir polse, but there was none. =/\= Ensign Dema to sickbay, we have a crewmember down, prepare for a site to site transport.=/\= Jason didn't wait for a response and activated the transporter. Seeing the sight of Herk covered in blood dissappearing made Jason mad..... very mad. He set his phaser to the highest level and shot the 2 dead Xeno's lying dead on the floor. They desintegrated immediatly. Jason face showed anger as he went berserk. He started walking at a very fast pace, he didn't even felt the pain in his arm anymore as he walked through the corridors on his way to engineering. He stumbled upon another Xeno squad who started to ran at him. Jason didn't budge an inch and fired his phaser at the Xeno's. The xeno's tried to dodge, only 2 of them were able to dodge as the dropped to the floor. but Jason kept walking to them but Xeno's never fear and attacked once more, only to be shot down by Jason. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ -------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.17 (USS Mystique - Main Bridge; FO Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia; 1240) Peter was sat in the Command seat reading the latest departmental reports when a shout came from Tactical. Seven ships were coming out of the strange anomoly they were monitoring. "I was begining to like the silence!" Peter said as he rushed to his feet. "On screen, analysis Mr Keswick. What are their tactical capabilities?" They did not have time to find out. 17 of heir torpedoes had shattered the shield grid with the back ups down aswell. "Red Alert, Red Alert, All hands to battle stations, boarding. Xenolithe ships have appeared and are beaming aboard!" Peter shouted over the comm. The first he saw of them were seven who beamed directly onto the Bridge. Peter dived behind the command seat and grabbed the phaser that was situated in a side holster on the chair. He quickly set it to kill and started to fire it at the intruders. They were incredibly hard to kill! Peter looked around the Bridge, dived towards HHril who was lying on the floor, shooting at the two Xeno nearest him. Peter relocated his fire towards those and their combined effort brought one to the ground, where it fizzed out of existence. They turned to the next one, it was moving closer. Peter glanced around him to see three more converging on their position. He turned to fire on them, and managed to slow one down. In doing so the two flanking the Xeno recieving Peters fire rushed him. He was overwhelmed and the two Xeno thrust at him, their claws were shoved deep into his chest. He screamed as he was lifted from the ground, pain he had never felt before. Blood was now spurting from his mouth and chest in a veritable river. One of the Xenos removed his claws in a ripping manner slicing Peters stomach open. His entrails fell to the floor in a steaming heap, they kept unraveling in a sickening slurp-slap-slurp. Bile and vomit were dripping down his body, his legs were now covered in excrement, vomit and blood. The stench was unbeleivable and his screams were earpeircing, even they were bleeding now. Then he was thrust into the air, flying over the Bridge his entrails forced to follow. They draped over all who were beneath him. Blood was gushing from his wounds and as he hit the CONN his screams stopped. His back was now crushed, the blood in his body was gone and as he took in the scene before him he could see that the Bridge crew were lying dead, most had his bile and guts plastered over them. Peter had not known such pain, his eyes were getting heavy. His last act was to set the self destruct sequence. He started to speak, but it was a gurgle of blood. The computer did not recognise his voice. He slumped into a heap and slowly died. The remaining five Xenos screamed so loud as to shatter the consoles. Two of them rn over to Peters now dead body and held it highover their heads. The knew it was he who was in command, so the ripped his body in half. They threw his legs over towards the tactical station and then left the Bridge. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ -------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.17 (USS HOLO-Mystique, HOLO-Main Bridge, HOLO-OPS, Lt (jg) HOLO-HHril, HOLO-1241) HOLO-HHril sat at his HOLO-station at HOLO-OPS. It was a perfectly normal HOLO-day on the bridge of the USS HOLO-Mystique. Not that he knew that. Being a hologram himself, all things around him seemed real. Hell, all things to the real people seemed real on the holodeck, why not to him. HOLO-HHril ran scans of the HOLO-area. They had been sent out on a mapping mission in order to fully test the systems on the HOLO-Mystique. Suddenly, the HOLO-sensors picked up 7 Xenolathe ships coming out of an anomaly. HOLO-HHril heard the HOLO-FO speak as 17 torpedoes sped away from the enemy ship striking the shields and dropping them. Suddenly, the mighty HOLO-Mystique was being boarded by the savage beasts. HOLO-HHril jumped from his seat as the first wave of them appeared on the bridge. Being an accomplished marksman, HOLO-HHril pulled and fired at the first Xenolathe as it began stalking towards him. The blast from the HOLO-phaser tore into the body of the creature burning a hole into the right side of its body. Undeterred, the hunter sought out its prey striking HOLO-HHril in the chest, sending him hurtling backwards into the HOLO-viewscreen. The pain was unbearable. As the creature continued to approach him, the HOLO-FO, Lt Cmdr HOLO-Belinia stepped over to where HOLO-HHril was lying on the floor and together, the two bridge officers fired, dropping the beast to the floor. But the creatures continued to advance on them, one tearing into HOLO-Belinia, the other gouging at HOLO-HHril. Within moments, HOLO-Belinia was ripped into two pieces, and HOLO-HHril was full holes with green HOLO-blood pouring from the wounds. The last thing that HOLO-HHril saw was one of the creatures holding the two halves of the once proud and noble HOLO-Belinia in the air above his head. Then all faded to black, as the algorithms that made up his existence retreated to the holodeck processing computer. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2406.10.17 (USS Mystique - Main Bridge; CSO Ketal; 1242) Ketal was monitoring the readouts on a quasar that had just been discovered only minutes before when the cry went up on the bridge from Ensign Keswick Xenolith ships had been sighted. He heard Commander Belinia shout. "On screen, analysis Mr Keswick. What are their tactical capabilities?" A quick reset of the sensors showed three enemy ships were launching torpedoes at the Mystique, before he could cry a warning the concussion from multiple impacts had shaken the bridge. Ketal checked the auxiliary shield generators but the blast from 17 missiles had blown them out also. He heard "I was begining to like the silence!" from the FO then he shouted over the comm."Red Alert, Red Alert, All hands to battle stations, boarding. Xenolithe ships have appeared and are beaming aboard!" The next sounds the half Vulcan heard was the carrier wave of a transport beam as Xenolith began beaming to the bridge. Turning he saw seven materialize as he was taking his phaser one from his belt. Knowing stun was all but useless against them he set it on 14 and raised it toward the nearest one. The Xenolith was fast however and was on Ketal before he could pull the trigger, a slash of the beasts claws knocked the phaser from his hand as green blood began to ooze from his wrist. Ketal grabbed the creatures other wrist as it tried to stab him with its claws and moving into a clinch he grabbed the creatures other arm with his injured hand as he heard the sounds of phaser fire.The Xenolith snapped toward him quickly, trying to reach him with its teeth but with a lunge he tossed the creature toward the rail, there was a snap as its back struck and it lay still. Ketal felt a sting along his right side and saw that he was bleeding profusely from a slash the monster had gotten in at the last moment. Looking toward OPS he saw several Xenolith rshing the FO and Romulan OPS officer and locating his phaser he lunged toward it but was intercepted by another Xenolith that had come upon him from the side, the two wrestled for a moment before it got one hand free and raised it for the killing blow, there was a Xenolith scream of triumph and blood began raining over the bridge as the creatures claws descended across his throat then all went black. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.17 (USS Mystique - near marine center - Ensign Jason Dema - 1248) Jason was almost at the marine center. He turned around the corner to see Major Lee in the far distance, giving instructions. Jason's face still showed his madness. blood was allready dripping through his bandage, leaving a trail of blood behind him. Jason started to feel a bit weak due to his bloodloss but he kept going cause of the adrenaline running through his body. But suddenly a lone Xeno attacked him from out of nowhere, Jason could hardly dodge his claws. He fired his phaser, but the Xeno dropped to the floor, dodging the shot, and stabbed his claws into Jason's left leg, making him fall down to the floor, Jason dropped his phaser. The Xeno got up again, looking at his victim lying helplessly on the ground. Jason tried to crawl for his phaser, but he felt another stab , again in his left leg but higher this time. Jason yelled in pain as the Xeno came to sit on top of him. "playing with your victim..... only amatuers do that." Jason said, who was about to pass out. Then the Xeno stood up and prepared to make the final blow. Jason took grip with his left leg in an attempt to jump away, his timing had to be perfect, there was no room for mistakes. Then the Xeno slashed and Jason saw his moment, he pushed him away with all his strenght to reach his phaser. Jason was struck on his side while doing so, he did managed to get his phaser, but the Xeno was allready attacking again. Jason closed his eyes, only to hear phaser-shots. and when he opened his eyes, he saw the Xeno dead next to him. Jason tried to get up, but he was to weak. he tried again, but his arms dropped lifeless to the floor, and Jason's eyes closed..... ------------------------------------------------------------------------ -------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.17 (USS Mystique - Quarters - TASC Ensign Travis Keswick - 1900) Travis was eating his dinner that consisted of skull stew and bloodwine. he became acostem to Klingon food during his training on Qo'nos. Well he eat he could not get Ambassador Anastasia Tar-Thurian out of his mind. Her jet black hair that seamed to glow under the lights, and her athletic tanned body and her Dark blue eyes that seamed to hypnotize him her beauty was like no other. "these are not the thoughts that a Starfleet security officer should have" he sead to himself as he stood up from the table. Travis sat at his desk "Computer start a new letter" he sead as the computer monitor came up from the desk. "Hi T'Kar my old friend how have you been. I hope you are still not mad about me beating you in the Bat'leth ternimint and coming in first Making me the first and only human to become grand champion. How is life on the Negh'Var. I hope things are going well for you. Sorry it as taken me so long to get back to you. Alot as happened to me in the last couple of months I'm the Assistant tactical chef on the USS Mystique. it ha been a vary crazy first couple of weeks on board. I can't tell you about it you understand. I find it harder to make friends here the I did on Qo'noS. I know you tried to brake me of it but I'm still find it hard to talk to people. Hell you had to beat me with a pain stick before I talked to you hahahahah. But I'm trying, infact there is someone on board that I can't stop thinking about but I don't think biting her arm and smelling her blood will work with her if you know what I mean". Captain Winters is a vary strong and capable leader. Lieutenant Commander Belinia has a lot to learn still but one day I think on day he will make a grate captain I hope to here from you agen soon. Oh by the way thank you for the case of bloodwine I will enjoy it". "Computer end letter and send" Travis stood up from his desk and walked over and sat in his reclining chair with his favorite Novel in hand "Sherlock Homes" and not one of thows on a padd A real book he finds it easer to get into the story that way. and before he new it he was fast asleep. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ----------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.18 (USS Mystique - Bridge - Ensign Jason Dema - 1156) Another quiet day on the bridge. Jason's shift was about to end and was looking forward to see his sister again like he did every day. The Ensign entered the bridge who was on the next shift, so Jason stood up so that the Ensign could take place, then Jason left the bridge. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2406.10.18 (USS Mystique - Sickbay - Ensign Jason Dema & Cassandra Dema - 1206) Jason entered Sickbay and a nurse came to him. "Good news, she's awake." Jason's couldn't believe what he heard and quickly went to her bed to see his sister's eyes open. Jaon hurried over to her and gave her a hug. Cassandra still didn't had all her functions back, but she was getting better. Her senses were almost completely restored and she could move her fingers a bit. "Hey Cassie." Jason said. "Hey big bozo." Jason smiled, at least her sense of humor was still working, Then he noticed the bunny. "Cassie, did you see the person who brought you that bunny?" "No." She said. "I thought you brought it here, I saw it when I woke up." Jason was puzzled, and he was thinking of who would put flowers at cassandra's bed....... Then something came to him. =/\= Ensign Dema to the Captain =/\= I need to talk to you =/\= (reply Vanyssa) "I'll be right back." Jason said to his sister, and then he walked out to the Captain's ready room. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ---------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.18 (USS Mystique - ready room - Ensign Jason Dema - 1241) Jason arrived and knocked on the door. (reply Vanyssa) Jason walked in and sat down and started talking. "Captain." He started, but he then turned his voice to a caring voice. "Vanyssa." He continued showing he wanted to talk over something private. I know you probably feel guilty, but placing flowers and a rabbit-doll at Cassie's bed? it is appreciated, but you really don't have to do that." (reply Vanyssa) "You mean you didn't do it?" (reply Vanyssa) "Well, it seems that someone is putting present's at my sister's bed while I'm away or on duty...." (reply Vanyssa if needed) Jason started to think... "Captain, can I have a day of leave tomorrow? My sister is concious again, so I would like to spend a day with her, and maybe I will see the person who brought those presents." (reply Vanyssa) "Thanks, I really appreciate it." Jason then stood up and left the room. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ --------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.18 (USS Myqtique - Holodeck - Ensign Jason Dema - 1321) Jason, who was still sitting at the palmtree watched as the sun almost touched the sea, and would be tucked in by the waves to let the moon take guard over the sky. "Computer, add an acoustic concert-guitar from the year 1990." The computer beeped, and a guitar appeared next to Jason, Jason took the guitar and started to play a goodbye song to the sun as the sun was sinking into the ocean. After the sun was gone it get darker, and torches scattered all over the place started to light, making a romantic mood, only, what is romance if you're just on your own. "Computer, end program and save it as Summer beach, and lock the file for now." [File stored and locked] Then Jason walked out to find a place with more people, so he decided to go the the ship's lounge. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ----------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.18 (USS Mystique - Lounge - Ensign Jason Dema - 1423) Jason entered the lounge and sat down on a couch close to a window, and looked to the stars. He wasn't looking for long, when suddenly a sweet voice spoke. "Mind if I join you." the voice said. Jason answered without looking behind him. "Depends on who's asking." The voice giggled. "Your guardian angel." It said. Hearing that, Jason couldn't hold it, and his eyes started to get wet again. "Then where were you when I needed you?" "How do you mean?" Jason turned around, and saw the person talking to him. it was a woman, about the age of 21 he thought, she was very beautifull, and she seemed to be honest about asking him, but Jason still dismissed her. "I thank you for your concern, but I would like to be alone for the moment." The girl saw his tears, and decided it was best not to go further into it. "Okay, well, I come around here every day, so if you need someone to talk, just ask for Sarah." "Thanks." He said. "Oh, may I ask for your name she asked." "Jason, Jason Dema." "Okay, see you soon then." With that, the girl walked away and Jason was all alone again, waiting for something, only, he didn't know what. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2406.10.18 (USS Mystique - Lounge - Sarah Nevada - 1451) After Sarah went to talk to Jason she started thinking about what was bothering him, she was even surprised he didn't remembered him. But she started to think again about Jason's problem and went to her quarters. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ -------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.18 (USS Mystique - quarters - 1453) Sarah sat down at her small modest desk. "Computer, display all public information about happenings of Dema." [there are 2 results, please specify] She started thinking something would have happened between them if they were related. "Computer, are these 2 person related to each other?" [Affirmative] "What's both their status?" [Jason Dema is on active duty as Assisstant tactical and security officer, under the command of Major Lee, Cassandra Dema is registered as a civilian, currently recuperating in sickbay.] "What was the diagnose of Cassandra Dema?" [That information is confidential] "Computer, what is Jason Dema's work schedule?" [from 0600 hours till 1200 hours] Sarah was thinking of a way to cheer Jason up a bit, knowing he was down about his sister now, she decided to pay a visit to Cassandra, and hoped to find out more, she replicated a bouquet of flowers and want on her way ------------------------------------------------------------------------ -------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.18 (USS Mystique - Sickbay - Sarah Nevada - 1503) She was a bit nervous, and hoped she didn't ran in with Jason, she wanted to be anonymous for a while. She walked in and asked for Cassandra Dema, Telling she was an old friend. She was allowed to see her. The nurse accompanied her to Cassie, where she saw her lying lifeless on the bed with a neural shocker to keep brain activity going, and when she walked to the left side of her, she could also see a phaser blast on her head. She started to realize why Jason was so down. She put the flowers next to her bed and took Cassie's hand. "I'm gonna need your help soon little girl." Sarah turned to the nurse. "Please, don't tell Jason I was here, I want it to be a surprise." The nurse nodded and Sarah walked out. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ---------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.18 (USS Mystique - Lounge - Ensign Jason Dema - 1520) Jason sat there long enough and decided it was time to visit his sister like he did everyday before he went to practice shooting. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.18 (USS Mystique - Sickbay - Ensign Jason Dema - 1524) As Jason walked in the room, he walked to Cassie, and noticed the flowers next to her bed. He walked over to the nurse. "Who brought those flowers?" He asked "Those flowers? oh, someone dropped them there, don't ask me why." Jason noticed the sarcasm in her answer and left it as it was. whoever it was, he really appreciated it. He walked over to cassie, and sat down next to her, with still no response coming back from her, he looked at the light blinking on the stimulator. He just sat there for an hour, hoping that something would happen, wich didn't. He decided to go practice again and would visit her again after. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2406.10.18 (USS Mystique - Phaser Range - Ensign Jason Dema - 1634) Jason walked to the middle of the room again. "Computer, start simulation at level 25, 25 targets." The lighths dimmed and Jason concentrated. "Engage." Again, a light started to float around the room, Jason mind was set to reach a hit ratio of 30%, even 40 % if possible. He ran the simulation time after time, his ratio varied between 18% and 28%. It was with the 16th try he got an unbelievable ratio. [shots fired: 50, hits: 25, misses: 25, hit ratio: 50%] Jason couldn't believe it, he reached a higher goal then he wanted, but he was sceptic about it and started over again, this time ending with a ratio of 32%. Jason was happy about it and left the room satisfied and went on his way for his quarters for a shower and rest. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ -------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.19 (USS Mystique - Sickbay - Sarah Nevada - 0900) Sarah knew that Jason was on duty so she decided to pay Cassandra another visit. The nurse remembered her and allowed her to go through. Sarah pulled a chair closer and sat down and took a small fluffy rabit-doll out of her pocket, and placed it on top of her stomach, and held her hand again. Suddenly she felt grip on her hand. It was Cassandra squeesing her hand a little bit. She immediatly called for the doctor. "Doctor, doctor, she's moving." ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ---------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.21 (USS Mystique, Bridge, OPS, Lt (jg) HHril, 1700) The Captain had been notified that they had gained orbit around the planet. On approach, HHril had begun running intensive scans of the planet itself and its population. As Captain Winters stepped onto the bridge, HHril began to relay the information that he had found. this was definitely an Earth-like planet in almost every way. The environment was a little cooler than what could be found on the Terrain home world, but still considered comfortable. There were two main species of humanoids on the surface, both had been represented in the broadcast seen earlier. The more human of the two species out numbered the hairy creature by about 7:1. Falling into standard orbit, the Mystique began to circle the planet. There, ahead of them in orbit, they saw a ship. "Enlarge and identify against Known Federation Starship design." ordered the Captain. HHril began to punch instructions into his console. What he found shocked the OPS officer. "Sir." he said, "It is a UNSS ship. That is, Pre-Starfleet. It appears to a Conestoga Class Ship." "Huh!?" came the reply from the Captain. "Do we have an identity of the ships name ? Can we cross reference to get manifest and flight plan ?" "By rights, Sir." continued HHril. "This ship should not be here. There were no known Terrain colonization missions into the Beta Quadrant. This ship either ended up way off course, or no one wanted to say where it was going." HHril continued to punch buttons on his console as he paused. "This ship, if it is indeed a Conestoga Class ship was designed for surface landings and disassemblage by the colonists. To find one still intact is not only unusual, but unheard of. The Daystrom Institute only has a replica of a Conestoga Class ship, if we could secure this ship, it could help shed light on that part of Human history." "Engineering," asked the Captain. "Is that ship decaying into the atmosphere ?" (reply Sarouk) "What would be the ecological devastation of such a decay, Mr. Ketal ?" "The ship as you can see Captain is very large and not all of it would burn up in the atmosphere. I estimate some sections as large as 20 tons would hit the planet. If it strikes inhabited areas there could be great loss of life, fires and temporarily severe weather changes. There is also the probability of course of radiation leakage from the wreckage with a half life of several generations which could also poison water sources. The damage ecologically would then be catastrophic, especially considering all the inhabitants are clustered in only five large city-state areas." The Captain began issuing orders. "Spend the next two hours running simulations, Mr. Ketal, Mr. Sarouk, please help him. I want to know what impact that ship will have, as well as alternatives for preventing it. Mr. Bellenia, call a senior staff meeting in the conference lounge for 0900 tomorrow morning. Please have the Counselor and the good Doctor, as well as the Ambassador work on figuring out their language and culture. Archive the data as we receive it and zip a copy off to Geneva for analyzation." She finished. HHril turned back to his station to consider the situation and what would be their best course of action. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2406.10.22 (USS Mystique - Personal quarters - CSO Ketal and Captain Vanyssa Winters - 03:40) Vanyssa looked up, quite content into Ketal's face. She brushed it with her fingers, giggling when he reached out and bit it. "I like biting." She said in a small voice, sharing her desires for pain. It wasn't something that she had ever shared with anyone. David had started it, awakening it in her, and Devan... he was so gentle and loving. There was a hint of roughness, but only the hint. Vanyssa knew, clinically, that some cultures used it, and some sects of Betazoids did, but she had never experienced anything like what they had done. "It was my first time...doing that." She said, wrapping her arms around herself, cold. "I'm supposed to be the Captain, I'm supposed to be strong. " She realized that she was crying, somewhat ashamed that she had enjoyed surrendering completely to him. "When I was on the Nimitz, we got sucked into an alternate reality. My counterpart there kept a slave, an Officer that had been given to her for failing to perform well. She was the First Officer there, and ruled with an iron fist. While...." And the sobs got worse. "While there, one of the telepaths implanted her personality in me. She was Dominant, to a point, but loved pain. And I'm afraid that I'm turning into her. I still have some of her memories in me." Ketal listened closely as Vanyssa began to open up to him completely, he had never been this close to a woman before and he was savoring the feel of her nearness. There were no emotional walls or shields up, they had all come down during the link and he was loathe to raise them in her presence; there would be time this morning before the meeting to prepare himself. Also he was beginning to wonder how this would affect him long term but there would be time to consider that later. When she began to cry he took her chin in his hand and turned her to face him once more, it was amazing to him how their touch caused the link to spring up unbidden as he saw the hurt in her eyes. Through the mental contact he could feel something in her mind like a raw wound and his eyes widened as she shuddered then allowed him to see in his mind the horrors that had been inflicted on her, the evil Vanyssa standing over her with a hypospray, her hand similiarly grasping her chin. He felt as the dark Vanyssa used her mind to rip away the helpless Vanyssa's defenses and felt an echo of the pain that she had felt, he gritted his teeth at that echo but held on to the link, after what seemed like an eternity the false Vanyssa had gone and left her helpless under the mental assault of several others one by one as they took turns assaulting her mind, the pain seemed unending and a few minutes seemed to pass by like hours. Ketal tried to help ease the memory, willing strength to her through the link though he wasn't sure if he had helped or not but the memory receeded and he cringed at the thought of the horrible mental rape she had undergone. Ketal took his hand from her chin and used it to wipe the tears from her face as he considered what had happened to her then his eyes were drawn to her hair once again, he loved the long red tresses and he reached over and stroked it, enjoying the rich feel and softness of it. He had no problems igiving her some pain during lovemaking since that was what she enjoyed and he now knew where at least part of her desire for it had come from, he decided they could explore that part of their relationship as they went. After a while he lowered his head and began to bite her shapely breasts lightly, as she giggled and squirmed he wrapped his hand inside her beautiful hair and pulled down hard. Vanyssa froze under him, her breath deepening and her eyes glazing over, as the familiar feeling that she remembered both her counterpart and the implanted Kestra experiencing came over her. She relaxed into it, her body relaxing, taking what was given to her instead of fighting it. Ketal stopped and looked up at her, causing her to come out of it. She realized that she was cold, and pulled a blanket around her, feeling him against her. "What was that ?" She whispered, her voice hoarse, shivering against him. "You felt it ?" She asked looking up into his eyes from the protective circle in his arms. Somehow being near him made the loss of that feeling easier, which was not something she remembered from her counterparts. There they had just left the person to come out of it as they would, pain and hurt being the main reactions. The counterparts there loved the fear and ache that the slaves would experience. Vanyssa shared the way the telepaths there fed on terror, eating emotions. She shared the memories of the long halls where there were cages, each with a person in them, experiencing intense emotions of all kinds. It was like a buffet for the telepaths.... And it generally drove the victims insane. "Ketal please tell me I won't end up like her, please." Vanyssa knew that she should go talk with Riven about this. Riven was the one that had originally re-made Vanyssa, and kept the memories away. Now they were resurfacing, generally as dreams. Ketal sat up and pulled her up with him, drawing her back against his chest and her head against his right shoulder with his arms crossed under her breasts and his hands on her stomach as he set his mouth close to her left ear. :: Don't forget you are Vanyssa Winters; Captain of the United Federation of Planets Starship USS Mystique. You are not like them and will not become like them Vanyssa.:: Ketal shivered slightly at the images she had shown him, that a race could be capable of such acts of terror was unimaginable. Knowing that they were connected on an emotional level and what he was feeling was transmitted to her he began not a deep meditation but a calming routine in his own mind. Within minutes a relaxing mental wave was being transmitted through the link. As Vanyssa sighed and settled back against him he wondered at this mindlink they were sharing. Ketal knew from the memories that not only was she an accomplished telepath but had received some augmentation to her abilities during the encounter but according to everything he understood about telepathy and his lack of ability this ease of sharing would seem to be impossible, he decided to ask her later what it might mean. ::Perhaps you need to see someone about this Vanyssa and don't forget I will be here for you whenever you need me.:: Ketal thought to her as he held her close. Vanyssa nodded, thinking about going to talk with Riven. She was also thinking about David. About the bond that she had shared with David. About Cyan. About Sash. All the men that she had ever loved.... she had bonded closely with all of them. Something about her caused that bonding to take place. But it hadn't with Sash, not on the level that it was with Ketal. "Betazoids as a general rule don't have red hair and blue eyes." Vanyssa said, looking up at Ketal. "Maybe whatever that causes that and for me to be such a gifted telepath also allows the linkage during..intimate...times." She said, thinking of the other people she had been with. "Telepaths as a general rule tend to be more intimate and share more." She yawned and realized that she was beginning tofall asleep. "Did you mean that, about not leaving me ?" She asked, eyes wide, and a little bit scared. Ketal didn't even think about it when he did it, it seemed so natural at this moment but he smiled down at her, a small smile perhaps but a smile nonetheless. "Yes Vanyssa, I meant what I said." He soothed her. "I will always be here for you." She looked up at him and then asked the question she had been dying to ask. "Why me ?" Ketal turned her face to him and looked deep in her eyes. "Do you remember on the Vanguard when I came aboard? I was scared and lonely and far out of my element on such an esteemed starship and you befriended me. I have never forgotten your kindness and your friendship Vanyssa. That helped me more than the counseling you gave me." He let his mouth crook once more as he laid back with her in his arms." And I have never forgotten it." Vanyssa smiled, snuggling closer. "Is that all?" She asked half asleep. "Not all." He replied as she began to take deep breaths. "I have never forgotten your beauty or the emotions you awakened in me." ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2406.10.22 (USS Mystique, Observation Lounge, OPS, Lt (jg) HHril, 0856) HHril had stayed up late working to discover more about the unknown ship. He had brought up all the known data on the Conestoga Class ship and had downloaded it to a PADD. The missions of Terran ships in the 21st century where poorly classified. Most of the information pertinent to the individual missions had been lost on Earth and had to be retrieved from the Earth colony directly after colonization. This ship in orbit may have been lost completely from records. Stepping into the observation lounge, he took the same seat that he had on his first occasion, towards the far end of the table. "I've called you all here, because I've received orders from the Admiral about this new race." began the Captain as the last few officers entered the room. "We are to observe, and collect data, as well as come up with a way to remove the ship from it's decaying orbit. We've also been tasked with sending down a team to do some first hand research. We are to spend a week here, gathering what data we can, and then continue on. We are not to make first contact, and we are not to reveal ourselves as outsiders. The Admiral wants to minimize cultural contamination. Doctor Harper, Ambassador, Counselor, the three of you have been studying these people, what can you tell us about them ?" (reply Counselor, Ambassador) "Mr. Ketal, I know that Lt. Sarouk is busy in Engineering, but the two of you were working on a way to remove that ship from orbit. What have you come up with ?" (reply Ketal) "Ms. Tourana, your background is in astrophysics, do you concur with Mr. Ketal ? Is there anything about this section of space that we sould be concerned about in using the tractor beam ?" (reply Tourana) "Also, Captain." broke in the OPS man once Ensign Tourana finished. "The Structural Integrity of that ship could not withstand the stresses of being pulled out of orbit by our tractor beam." The Captain shrugged her shoulders before saying. "Suggestions?" "For the moment I can think of 3 things," began Dema. "1, If the scans can show that the hull integrity is strong enough, why not tractor it out, 2, calculate the ship's mass, and customize 1 or more torpedoes to destroy every inch of that ship, and use the phasers to destroy smaller parts if there are any, though I wouldn't recommend that cause the people on the planet will see the explosion, 3, I don't know if this is possible, but maybe we can make soft impulses with the deflector array to push the ship aside." "Captain this region of space is riddled with subspace faults and ripples and it is dangerous to use either our tractor beams or transporters as well as any sort of focused energy beam lest there be a collapse in the fabric of it. Warp drive should also be held to less than warp three to minimize damage to the subspace fabric. Without using these we would recommend sending shuttles with an engineering team over to try to affect repairs to the vessel and make use its own failing power supply to lift it out of its low orbit into a safer one until further action can be taken to move it safely away from the planet. Lt. Sarouk is certain he can replicate any needed components and I estimate the ship has sufficient fuel for the attempt though with little margin for error." Having said that he settled back in his chair to await further discussion. "If I may, Sir." began HHril. "It is the SI field that is not stable or strong enough right now. This class of ship from the mid-to-late 21st century on Earth were built to make it to their destination, land, and be disassembled. They were also designed for a 10 -20 year mission duration with a hull life expectancy of approximately 40 years at best. The fact that this one is still intact at all is a miracle. I feel that sending a boarding team over to the ship may be too dangerous. I suggest that the only way we are going to be able to remove that ship from orbit is to finish what the colonists started." HHril paused for a moment before finishing his analysis. "We have to disassemble it. The problem is, we can't land it here on this planet without disrupting the natural evolution of the species below. And we can't pull it out of orbit to another uninhabited planet in one piece because it will break up causing a cataclysmic event. I suggest we use the Sphinx pods that we have aboard. There are 10 aboard. They are designed to move large pieces and effect repairs. If we co-ordinate our efforts correctly, we should be able to take that ship apart one piece at a time and move it out of the atmosphere. This would also allow us to save the ship for further study." (reply Captain, any) HHril sat back and continued to follow the discussion that was taking place in the observation lounge. It was a touchy subject, sending people down to the surface of a pre-warp society. Normally this type of mission would be left to specialists, but it was not as if the 52nd, could just call Starfleet Command for a science vessel to be dispatched. "How are the modifications going on the universal translator?" the Captain asked, her eyes in his direction. "We are making some progress, but it is slow at best." replied HHril. "We end up with parts of sentences and the computer is having a difficult time extrapolating the remaining phrases correctly. I will continue to work on it, Sir." (reply Captain, IYW) Seemingly satisfied with his answer, the Captain turned to others in the room. HHril sat back in his chair and listened to the conversation, attentive to any instance where he may be able to add to the information being given. "Lt. Herk, find me places to hide in this sector where we can observe and mount a rescue mission as needed. I want to avoid combat as much as I can. " The Captain paused, taking a deep breath. "And finally Intelligence says that there might be an attack, and the Mystique is on the search and destroy list. There will be no boardings, there will be no chance at negotiation. They will destroy us and make an example to LoDona if they can. I do not want to give them a chance. Mr. Ketal, Mr. Hhril," continued the captain dentifying the half-Vulcan and the Romulan. "The two of you are the experts on those sensors. I need to know when we are being approached, from as far away as possible." HHril considered the situation and looked over at his counterpart. "Sir, given the unstable nature of this area of space, we may encounter significant difficulties in attaining and maintaining a high resolution with our sensors. They have been working admirably up to now, but we have had to clean up the distortion significantly. With Mr. Ketal's help, however," he said shooting a nod in the direction of the science officer, "I'm certain that we can come up with something." "Captain," Herk said, "I may have a hidey place in mind. May I?" All attention in the room shifted to the cat-like creature that was their Conn officer. "If you look in sector 36, grid 12 you'll notice that there is an energy displacement high in the IR band width. It may be a protostar in a dormant phase. If it is, we can hide quite effectively in there. Sensors should not be able to detect us, and with a slight adjustment , screening out the radioactivity and graviton fields, we should be able to get some decent resolution out of our sensors." HHril considered the location and hit a few buttons on his PADD. "The adjustments could be done, Sir." he said, indicating the Captain. "But we may lose some additional resolution and it may take some time once within the protostar to make the necessary adjustments." He continued to look at the PADD while he considered his next statement. "We certainly would be hidden though. The high radiation will make a cloaking device all but useless and that may give us a further warning system. No one will be able to sneak up on us." ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ----------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.22 (USS Mystique Observation Lounge TASC Ensign Travis Keswick 0900) Travis walked into the observation lounge taking an empty chair across from Ambassador Tar-Thurian. Travis was trying focus on his PADD but he found himself looking at the Ambassador. He was just about to get the nerve to talk to her when the captain started the meeting. "I've called you all here, because I've received orders from the Admiral about this new race. We are to observe, and collect data, as well as come up with a way to remove the ship from it's decaying orbit. We've also been tasked with sending down a team to do some first hand research. We are to spend a week here, gathering what data we can, and then continue on. We are not to make first contact, and we are not to reveal ourselves as outsiders. The Admiral wants to minimize cultural contamination." Travis listed to the others give there reports. Then the CO looked over at Ensign Keswick Dema And Major Lee and sead "Security. Normally, marines accompany away teams, but I want one of the assistants with the away team. Mr. Lee, please select a couple of marines to go with the away team, as well as one of the assistant tactical officers. I am sure that you have some that are used to working undercover. Mr. Dema, I want the weapons modified to cut through the interference in this sector. I am nervous about an attack by Starfleet." She took a deep breath. "Mr. Keswick, please assist Mr. Dema on this assignment." Travis looked the CO "Understood captain I have some ideas I will go over them with Ensign Dema". he sead as he taped his PADD. Then Travis turned and looked at Lee. "Major I would like to volunteer for this mission if you will have me. (reply Lee) Travis taped his PADD as the meeting continued. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.22 (USS Mystique, Observation Lounge, CO, Captain Vanyssa Winters, 0916) Vanyssa had been listening to her senior officers hash out the various problems that were going on. That's the one thing that she truly loved about senior staff meetings, people worked together to get the problems done. No petty fighting, no jealousy, none of that, just one focused mind, and it worked well. It had been determined that the structural integrity field of the Conestoga ship was too flaky to be able to send in a repair team. This particular area of space made it impossible to use the tractor beam and the transporter. It also made it harder for them to observe. "If I may, Sir." began HHril. "It is the SI field that is not stable or strong enough right now. This class of ship from the mid-to-late 21st century on Earth were built to make it to their destination, land, and be disassembled. They were also designed for a 10 20 year mission duration with a hull life expectancy of approximately 40 years at best. The fact that this one is still intact at all is a miracle. I feel that sending a boarding team over to the ship may be too dangerous. I suggest that the only way we are going to be able to remove that ship from orbit is to finish what the colonists started." HHril paused for a moment before finishing his analysis. "We have to disassemble it. The problem is, we can't land it here on this planet without disrupting the natural evolution of the species below. And we can't pull it out of orbit to another uninhabited planet in one piece because it will break up causing a cataclysmic event. I suggest we use the Sphinx pods that we have aboard. There are 10 aboard. They are designed to move large pieces and effect repairs. If we co-ordinate our efforts correctly, we should be able to take that ship apart one piece at a time and move it out of the atmosphere. This would also allow us to save the ship for further study." Vanyssa nodded, understanding what her Ops office was saying. They needed an Engineering Officer up here to work with them. "Has there been any record of this ship or the flight plan on how it got here ? Is there any way to interface with the computer system on the ship ?" She looked at Hhril and to Ketal for the answer to that. (reply Hhril and/or Ketal) "Lt. Herk, Ensign Tourana, please work on plans to disable that Conestoga ship and Mr. Hhril, convert space in one of the cargo bays for storage of the pieces." Vanyssa listened further. "I feel uncomfortable sending a team in until that Universal Translator is working properly. That should be a priority. We only have a week here, people, we need to make the most of it." Herk spoke about the hiding place, and Hhril about ways to adjust the sensors, which were somewhat useless at the moment. "Have Mr. Sarouk add it to his list of things to work on, Mr. Bellinia." Vanyssa said. "I like having a place to hide. Program in that course and have it ready the instant another ship comes into the area." She looked down at her notes. "How long will it take to disassemble that ship ?" Vanyssa inquired of Herk and Hhril. Then the thought occurred to Vanyssa. "Will the...natives...be able to observe the disassembling of the ship ? If so, can we work around it ?" ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ----------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.22 (USS Mystique, Observation Lounge, CSO Ketal - 09:25) "Has there been any record of this ship or the flight plan on how it got here?" continued the Captain following the propositions by the senior staff. "Is there any way to interface with the computer system on the ship ?" Ketal watched curiously as HHrill took the floor again, the Romulan had proven to be an extremely intelligent and capable young officer which Ketal could never pretend to be and he was a true asset to the ship. While Ketal was more of a pure scientist and had hoped to save the ship intact for further study it appeared the concensus had turned toward dismantling it and if that was the Captain's decision then he would abide by it. "To answer your first question, Sir," began the Romulan looking at the PADD in his left hand. "There is no visible registration on the hull of the vessel, nor is there any type of identification transmission. The data files we have archived in our computer dating back prior to 2090 are incomplete at best. What we do know is that there were 7 Conestoga class ships that were lost between 2072 and 2086. 4 have since been accounted for. That leaves three. The Okanagan, the Algonquin, and the Tsalagi. It could be any one of these three. None of these ships were intended to travel to this area of space. All had intended targets in the Alpha quadrant. In order to be here, the ships would have had to have gone extremely far off course." HHril paused, considering the second question. "It should be possible to interface with the systems aboard the ship, Sir. The only problem is that we do not know what kind of shape the computers aboard that ship are in. These ships were intended to be dismantled, Sir. The computer, if it is still functioning properly, will have been running for over 300 years. There is no telling what a low-jack of the system by our computer will do to the ship." "Lt. Herk, Ensign Tourana," continued the Captain. "Please work on plans to disable that Conestoga ship and Mr. Hhril, convert space in one of the cargo bays for storage of the pieces." "Aye, Sir." replied the OPS officer. "How long will it take to disassemble that ship ?" the Captain inquired of Herk and HHril. "Will the...natives...be able to observe the disassembling of the ship ? If so, can we work around it ?" "I believe the only way to determine if the, um... natives, will be able to observe the disassembling of the ship will be to determine if they have already perceived the vessel in orbit, Sir." answered HHril. "We have no way of telling if they have perceived its existance or not. And if they have, we have no way of knowing if the vessel holds any signifigance for them, culturally. If they have perceived it's existance and we remove it, we may be causing as much damage as allowing it to fall through the atmosphere." Ketal nodded and spoke up. "Indeed Captain cultural contamination is the greatest danger we face in this instance, and the Prime directive is very clear in regards to a pre space-faring race, it would seem our only choice in the matter is to first observe the native population before deciding on this course of action. The only inhibiting factor is the amount of time we have available for study before the ship begins breaking up." ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.22 (USS Mystique, Observation Lounge, CO Captain Vanyssa Winters - 09:35) Vanyssa listened to all of her Officers speak, her eyes lingering on Ketal. "Indeed Captain cultural contamination is the greatest danger we face in this instance, and the Prime directive is very clear in regards to a pre space-faring race, it would seem our only choice in the matter is to first observe the native population before deciding on this course of action. The only inhibiting factor is the amount of time we have available for study before the ship begins breaking up." Ketal concluded. "Then it would seem that the number one priority would be to go down to the planet and see if the natives do." She looked over at the Ambassador and Counsellor. "In your estimation, could we, with our present knowledge, pass for natives on that planet ? Albeit from a city far from the one we will chose." Vanyssa flat out asked. "If not, how long do you think it would be before you could assemble the necessary data and coach some of our people on the relevant points ?" (reply Ambassador) "You all have your assignments." Vanyssa said, rising. "Please get status reports to me by 1600, as well as ETAs." She smiled around at them all. "You are a good crew, you all make me quite proud to be here, with you." And with that, she closed the meeting, leaving them all to their various devices. She, for one, wanted to go watch some of the broadcasts from the planet. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2406.10.22 (USS Mystique, Observation Lounge, TASC Ensign Travis Keswick - 09:36) Travis was already formulating a plan on how to cut threw the interference. As he worked on his padd and listened to the captain continue the meeting. As soon as the Captain started to talk to the Ambassador he could not help but look up at her from behind his padd agen and he listened to her report hanging on every word forgetting for a moment what he was doing. even after she finished her report he found himself still staring at her and quickly went back to his padd hoping she didn't notice. when the captain sead "You all have your assignments." "Please get status reports to me by 1600, as well as ETAs." She smiled around at them all. "You are a good crew, you all make me quite proud to be here, with you." Travis put his padd back down on the table and listened to her closing remarks. and then people started to get up and leave. "Ensign Dema I have some ideas on how to cut threw the interference." He sead as he stoped Dema. "I had a problem I had to solve at the Academy during a training mission." "I think I still have my notes from that if you think they might help." "If any thing it will be a start". ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2406.10.22 (USS Mystique, Bridge, CEO, Lt(sg) Sarouk, 0940) Sarouk stepped off the turbo lift onto the bridge. He moved up to Captain Winters, who was sitting in her command chair watching some broadcast from the planet below. "Captain," Sarouk said, in his typical calm Vulcan tone, "if I may have a word with you in your ready room?" Vanyssa nodded. "In my Ready Room" And she gestured to her ready room. Sarouk followed the Captain into her Ready Room and waiting for the doors to close and her to take her seat behind her desk before he continued. "I have reviewed the data we have collected on the derelict colony vessel and I have devised a plan to alter the ships decaying orbit slightly." He handed the Captain a PADD he had been carrying that outlined his plan before continuing. "An engineering team would go over to the ship via shuttle and repair or re-enforce the ships decaying SIF and thruster systems. Then using the ships own thrusters we can alter it's orbit to one more stable. This would have the end result of delaying the ships decent into the atmosphere, allowing us more time to determine what if any cultural impact removing it from orbit might have on the inhabitants. I estimate that this plan has a 97.6783% chance at success." ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2406.10.22 (USS Mystique, Ready Room, CEO, Lt(sg) Sarouk, 0943) Vanyssa reviewed the details on the PADD. "How are the engines doing?" She asked, paging down through the schematics. "I truly wish that you had been at that meeting - none of us have the level of engineering knowledge that you do, Sarouk." Vanyssa looked up at Sarouk. "We don't have readings on what the interior of that ship looks like, Sarouk. Or how bad the SIF actually is. Can you modify the transporters on the shuttle you are taking to do a short range emergency transport if needed? And augment the shields on the shuttle in case? Probabilities are all well and good, Mr. Sarouk, but I'm worried about reality. And reality is almost always that 2.5%. If you can make this as safe as possible for our people, it's the best plan I've heard so far." "The engines are, once more, operating within established parameters," Sarouk said, with out missing a beat he continued. "Captain, I assure you, every possible convergency will be accounted for with crew safety in mind. I would not send myself or any of my staff into an environment that I thought unsafe. The entire team will be in full EVA suits in the unlikely event of an explosive decompression. The odds of a breathable atmosphere remaining on the ship after this much time are 0.45675%. Though I do recommend a small security team accompany the engineering team. I know from experience that the unexpected can occur." ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ----------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.22 (USS Mystique, Ready Room, CO Captain Vanyssa Winters, 0945) "I have reviewed the data we have collected on the derelict colony vessel and I have devised a plan to alter the ships decaying orbit slightly." He handed the Captain a PADD he had been carrying that outlined his plan before continuing. "An engineering team would go over to the ship via shuttle and repair or re-enforce the ships decaying SIF and thruster systems. Then using the ships own thrusters we can alter it's orbit to one more stable. This would have the end result of delaying the ships decent into the atmosphere, allowing us more time to determine what if any cultural impact removing it from orbit might have on the inhabitants. I estimate that this plan has a 97.6783% chance at success." Vanyssa reviewed the details on the PADD. "How are the engines doing ?" She asked, paging down through the schematics. "I truly wish that you had been at that meeting - none of us have the level of engineering knowledge that you do, Sarouk." Vanyssa looked up at Sarouk. "We don't have readings on what the interior of that ship looks like, Sarouk. Or how bad the SIF actually is. Can you modify the transporters on the shuttle you are taking to do a short range emergency transport if needed? And augment the shields on the shuttle in case ? Probabilities are all well and good, Mr. Sarouk, but I'm worried about reality. And reality is almost always that 2.5%. If you can make this as safe as possible for our people, it's the best plan I've heard so far." ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2406.10.22 (USS Mystique, Ready Room, CO Captain Vanyssa Winters & CEO Lt. Sarouk, 0946) "The engines are, once more, operating within established parameters," Sarouk said, with out missing a beat he continued. "Captain, I assure you, every possible convergency will be accounted for with crew safety in mind. I would not send myself or any of my staff into an environment that I thought unsafe. The entire team will be in full EVA suits in the unlikely event of an explosive decompression. The odds of a breathable atmosphere remaining on the ship after this much time are 0.45675%. Though I do recommend a small security team accompany the engineering team. I know from experience that the unexpected can occur." Vanyssa nodded. "Take a few of the Combat Engineers along with you. They will be invaluable if something untoward occurs. How soon can you make the necessary modifications and assemble a team ?" "3.6 hours to gather the required equipment and make the necessary modifications," Sarouk replied. Vanyssa nodded. "Make the modifications, and then head out tomorrow morning at 0900. This will give more time for further study of this new race. Also, it will allow your people to be fully rested. Order your team once the modifications are complete to take the afternoon off." Vanyssa finished, looking down at her notes. "Anything else, Lt?" "Just one. While on board, I would like permission to attempt gaining access the to the ships computer logs." "Granted. Is there anything that you will need to do it ? I don't think such ancient earth technology will be compatible with our own." "No," Sarouk said, "I should have no problems establishing a suitable interface to download the ships logs to the shuttle before transmitting them to the Mystique for further analysis." "Then make it so, Mr. Sarouk. Is there anything else you would like to discuss ?" "No, Captain. That is all." Sarouk finished. "Then start your work, Mr. Sarouk. I'm sure that Dr. Weir will want to spend some time with you this afternoon." And Vanyssa did smile a little bit. Sarouk's brow rose at the comment, but he said nothing. He inclined his head, slightly, then turned to leave. Vanyssa grinned as he left, shaking her head. She really did not understand Vulcans, although she was beginning to. She went back to her work, smiling. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.22 (USS Mystique - Bridge - Ensign Jason Dema - 1000) After the meeting, jason went to do as him was told, he sat down at his station. he first saved all the data about the current configuration, just in case things would go wrong. After the download was complete, Jason tried to find a pattern in the interference, hoping he could let the weapons adjust along. he scanned a big area of space with enough anomalies to find a resemblence for more than an hour, he then downloaded the findings to a PADD and started to look for a pattern. He walked out of the bridge, leaving another Ensign at the station and went down to the computer lab. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.22 (USS Mystique, Bridge, CO Captain Vanyssa Winters , 1045) "Captain, there is another one of those arts transmissions with the winged beings in them." The Ensign at Science spoke. "On screen Ensign, and patch in the universal translator to see what it can translate." Vanyssa watched in fascination as One of the winged beings gestured to a building made out of stone, with roman columns. "With good honor welcome Raellus number one first building learning Kindros. Now begin opening student learn. (untranslatable) Good teacher honor priviledge, Tyrus, Great One, Earthian." The person next to the light pink skinned person began to speak. "Honor teach (untranslatable) Kindros number one first building learning. First building learning big Raellus Earthian, Raellian, welcome. Learn book, write (untranslatable) story Greeku, Romenu, Amerikanu. Story those father before. (untranslatable) Good honor teacher learn." Vanyssa looked the person over. No wings, but the pointed ears, the cat like eyes, and light green tinged skin, almost a seafoam color. "Know (untranslatable) flying box of forefathers." Vanyssa blinked as the universal translator. "What flying box of the forefathers?" She asked, looking over at science as the small broadcast ended. "Forward that down to the Counsellor, Mr. Ketal and the Ambassador. I'm sure that they will be interested in it." ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2406.10.22 (USS Mystique, Deck 14, CSO's office, CSO Ketal , 1050) Ketal was sitting at the desk in his office poring over the reports being generated by the various science departments aboard the ship and had been there since the meeting had ended. He stood up and walked to the replicator and ordered a cup of hot tea which he then took back with him to the terminal. After taking a sip of the tea he looked at the next report, this one was from planetary mapping. ~ Somewhat arid with only a 40% water concentration and the oxygen is 2 points below Earth normal but certainly habitable. ~ Readings were still coming in on the vegetation and those were showing that the planet was sparse in that regard also. Most of the habitable land was barren except around the settled areas that were clustered very close together, the colonists had logically been forced to intermingle with the natives because of the relative barrenness of the surface. The cities were also set close to the only large water source in the area, that being a river that flowed from a large ridge of mountains to the northeast. Possibly the most interesting of the reports though showed an immense impact crater on the far side of the planet from the habitations, there had not been enough time yet though to make an accurate reading of its age but it was certain this must have been the cause of a cataclysmic event in the planet's history, one possibly great enough to have caused current conditions. Ketal took another sip of the tea as he sat back in his chair and thought about the morning's meeting. He had noticed the Captain's attentions of course and had looked her directly in the eyes when speaking. He had always considered Vanyssa a fascinating woman and even more so now. Ketal knew there would be no more emotional gaffes in her presence as there had been on the Vanguard and here, what they had shared precluded any further awkwardness. His reverie was interrupted by the computer. [ Message forwarded from the Bridge to CSO Ketal.] Ketal cocked an eyebrow and said."Play message," and saw one of the winged beings gesture toa building made out of stone, with romanesque columns. "With good honor welcome Raellus number one first building learning Kindros. Now begin opening student learn. (untranslatable) Good teacher honor priviledge, Tyrus, Great One, Earthian." The person next to the light pink skinned person began to speak. "Honor teach (untranslatable) Kindros number one first building learning. First building learning big Raellus Earthian, Raellian, welcome. Learn book, write (untranslatable) story Greeku, Romenu, Amerikanu. Story those father before. (untranslatable) Good honor teacher learn." On the second being there were no wings, but the pointed ears, the cat like eyes, and light green tinged skin that was almost a seafoam color. "Know (untranslatable) flying box of forefathers." Ketal's eyebrow quirked at the phrase "flying box of the forefathers." It certainly could be a clue to what they were looking for however he was aware it could also be a reference to something else such as a mythological object or flying construction however the level of technology would seem to discount the latter. Ketal was no linguist but it was obvious some of the words had old Earth english roots and they were of course being picked up by the translator while others were of alien origin or a mix. The more transmissions they received with a mix of the words the greater the database of translatable words the translator would have to draw from.It appeared that the first being was introducing a teacher of some sort (The second being) who then made some kind of acceptance speech or an invitation for those viewing to learn; Ketal leaned toward the latter. Earthian he took to mean one who had their roots in an Earth origin and therefore at least some human ancestry, that might account for his lack of wings. Ketal focused on the transmission and then played it over several times. These transmissions were a fascinating subject. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ --------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.22 (USS Mystique - computer lab - Ensign Jason Dema - 1124) Jason sat down at the computer terminal and inserted the data into it. He then let several calculations loose on it, and logic solutions. the computer started calculating and comparing. And after a long time of thinking, he couldn't come up with a solution, he decided to ask the science chief for help. =/\= Ensign Dema to Ensign Ketal, I need some help in the computer lab if you have time. =/\= ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2406.10.22 (USS Mystique, Observation Lounge, TASC Ensign Travis Keswick - 1145) Jason was working in the computer lab, when suddenly Keswick entered "Ensign Dema I have some ideas on how to cut threw the interference." "Go ahead." Jason said "I had a problem I had to solve at the Academy during a training mission. I think I still have my notes from that if you think they might help. If any thing it will be a start". "Well, any help is welcome, try to find your notes and bring them here, in the meanwhile I'll keep searching for a pattern in the interference." ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2406.10.22 (USS Mystique, Observation Lounge, OPS, Lt (jg) HHril, 1922) "Has there been any record of this ship or the flight plan on how it got here?" continued the Captain following the propositions by the senior staff. "Is there any way to interface with the computer system on the ship ?" HHril once again took the floor. "To answer your first question, Sir," began the Romulan looking at the PADD in his left hand. "There is no visible registration on the hull of the vessel, nor is there any type of identification transmission. The data files we have archived in our computer dating back prior to 2090 are incomplete at best. What we do know is that there were 7 Conestoga class ships that were lost between 2072 and 2086. 4 have since been accounted for. That leaves three. The Okanagan, the Algonquin, and the Tsalagi. It could be any one of these three. None of these ships were intended to travel to this area of space. All had intended targets in the Alpha quadrant. In order to be here, the ships would have had to have gone extremely far off course." HHril paused, considering the second question. "It should be possible to interface with the systems aboard the ship, Sir. The only problem is that we do not know what kind of shape the computers aboard that ship are in. These ships were intended to be dismantled, Sir. The computer, if it is still functioning properly, will have been running for over 300 years. There is no telling what a low-jack of the system by our computer will do to the ship." "Lt. Herk, Ensign Tourana," continued the Captain. "Please work on plans to disable that Conestoga ship and Mr. Hhril, convert space in one of the cargo bays for storage of the pieces." "Aye, Sir." replied the OPS officer. "How long will it take to disassemble that ship ?" the Captain inquired of Herk and HHril. "Will the...natives...be able to observe the disassembling of the ship ? If so, can we work around it ?" "I believe the only way to determine if the, um... natives, will be able to observe the disassembling of the ship will be to determine if they have already perceived the vessel in orbit, Sir." answered HHril. "We have no way of telling if they have perceived its existance or not. And if they have, we have no way of knowing if the vessel holds any signifigance for them, culturally. If they have perceived it's existance and we remove it, we may be causing as much damage as allowing it to fall through the atmosphere." ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2406.10.08 (USS Mystique - Deck 17 - Ensign Jason Dema - 2319) (USS Mystique - Bridge - Ensign Jason Dema & CO Captain Winters - > 2120) (USS Mystique - Deck 17 brig - Counselor Dr. Mias - 2325) (USS Mystique - Deck 17 brig - Ensign Jason Dema - 2327) ------------------------------------------------------------------------ --------- Stardate: 2406.10.16 (USS Mystique - Phaser range - Ensign Jason Dema - 2030) ------------------------------------------------------------------------ --------- Stardate: 2406.10.17 (USS Mystique - Marine Center, Helldeck - Major Lee - 1220) (USS Mystique - quarters - Ensign Jason Dema - 1230) (USS Mystique - Quarters - CO Captain Vanyssa Winters - 1800) ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------ Stardate: 2406.10.18 (USS Mystique - Sickbay - Ensign Jason Dema - 1206) (USS Myqtique - Holodeck - Ensign Jason Dema - 1234) ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------- Stardate: 2406.10.21 (USS Mystique - Bridge - CSO Ketal - 1302) (USS Mystique - Bridge - CONN Lt. Herkimer 78 - 1310) (USS Mystique - Bridge - CSO Ketal - 1702) (USS Mystique - Personal quarters - CSO Ketal - 21:55) (USS Mystique - Captain's Quarters - Captain Winters and CSO Ketal - 22:00) (USS Mystique, Personal Quarters, CO Captain Vanyssa Winters and CSO Ketal, Day 2 - 0225) ------------------------------------------------------------------------ -------------- Stardate: 2406.10.22 (USS Mystique - Sickbay - Ensign Jason Dema - 0540) (USS Mystique - Bridge - Ensign Dema - 0558) (USS Mystique - Observation Lounge - CO Captain Vanyssa Winters - 0845) (USS Mystique - Observation Lounge - Ensign Jason Dema - 0848) (USS Mystique - Observation Lounge - CSO Ketal - 0904) (USS Mystique - Observation Lounge - CO Captain Vanyssa Winters - 0905) (USS Mystique - Observation Lounge - Ensign Jason Dema - 0909) (USS Mystique - Observation Lounge - Conn- Lt. Herkimer 78- 0920) ---------------------------------------------------------- Begin Compile Stardate: 2406.10.08 (USS Mystique - Deck 17 - Ensign Jason Dema - 2319) The silence, allthough short, seemed like it lasted for hours. Jason didn't knew about the status of the suspects, as the guard, either way he had to be carefull in case one of them, or even both were still moving, also he didn't knew if the transport system was brought offline in wich case they would be somewhere else on the ship, but Jason had the advantage that if that was the case, that he knew the suspects name. The waiting lasted too long so Jason decided to take a look, he signaled the others on the oposite side to give cover and signaled two of his team to join him. As Jason neared the door he couldn't hear any sound, they were expecting them or they were allready transported to another part of the ship. Jason didn't think about consulting the computer about their whereabouts and fell in keeping his eyes peeled, only to see Riven and the guard unconsious onthe floor and a bit further the 2 suspect in fairly the same condition. =/\= Ensign Dema to sickbay, 4 men down, one severely, 3 others appear unhurt, probably stunned. =/\= (reply anyone in sickbay if needed) Jason closed tha channel and opened another one to Vanyssa=/\= Ensign Dema to the Captain, we captured the suspects =/\= (reply Vanyssa) =/\= As you wish Ma'am =/\= "You heard the Captain guys, let's put them in confinement, preferred seperate." Then Jason walked over to Riven who was still lying on the floor. "Don't worry, they'll bring you back from the darkness." he said ------------------------------------------------------------------------ --------------- Stardate: 2406.10.08 (USS Mystique - Bridge - Ensign Jason Dema & CO Captain Winters - 2120) Jason entered the bridge, and went to Vanyssa. "reporting in Ma'am, if you have the time." Vanyssa looked up at him and nodded. "Call me if there is anything." She said, getting up and heading to the conferance lounge with her bodyguard following. She sat down at the head of the table and said, "Yes, Ensign ?" The part of her that was a Counsellor warred with the part that was the CO, and so she left it at that. Jason kept standing, cause it didn't seem right to sit down at a moment of apology."Ma'am, I just wanted to apologise for my behaviour these last days, I wasn't thinking about what I was doing, I know it's no excuse, but I just wanted you to know how sorry I am and that I'll do my best to change." Jason stated, still thinking about his other question he wanted to ask, but he wasn't sure if this was the right time. Vanyssa nodded. "Well, apology accepted, Ensign. Major Lee will ensure that there will be no other outbursts. But that isn't the only reason that you have come, is it ? What would you like to talk about Ensign ?" Jason was surprised, yet he knew that Vanyssa would know he had other reasons, even in the short time he knew her, he came to know that you couldn't keep a secret from her."It's about my sister Ma'am. I got this feeling that she doesn't belong here, that something will happen to her..... I'm not a psychic or something like that, but I just got this feeling..... What do you think? did I do the right thing by keeping her with me and not sending her back to our sister?" Jason paused, thinking, waiting for a reply from the Captain. Vanyssa sighed, the words echoing from a conversation she had with Kestra when she left Kat and Jennah back on Betazed. "Was it the most responsible thing to do ? Probably not. Was it the adult thing to do ? No. Was it what will make both of you the happiest ? Probably yes. Sometimes, though." And she crossed her legs, frowning. "We have to be the adult, and do things that are in our charges best interest. You may not realize it, but I have a baby girl, about two years old on Betazed. Her name is Kathleen and I left her on Betazed with my grandmother. Jennah was supposed to stay with her, but snuck back aboard, and she was allowed to stay because i wasn't quitemyself." Vanyssa's mind came out of the memories, and the lonigng for David and their daughter. "We will do the best for them,Ensign, that is all that we can do." She grinned. "And you concentrate on becoming a better officer!" "Yes Ma'am, let's do our best." Jason smiled after that, it showed happyness, yet exhaustion from the long day and was now waiting to be dismissed so he could finally get some sleep. "Dismissed Ensign" Vanyssa said, watching him leave with a strange look.And with that, Jason walked out of the room to his quarters. After he was gone, Vanyssa turned to Oo'lish. "Sergeant, I devoutly hope that the Major can turn that boy into an Officer." ------------------------------------------------------------------------ --------------- Stardate: 2406.10.08 (USS Mystique - Deck 17 brig - Counselor Dr. Mias -2325) Riven had thought that he had the female under control as he was stronger than she was or at least he thought he was. He had not noticed that she also had mental abilities and was trained in defense with it. When she had sent his own ability back at him, it confused him for a moment. When he quickly recovered she had a type II phaser in her hand and was firing. He did not have the time to move. It hit him full and stunned him as he fell to the floor. Even though he had been stunned his mind was already recovering before he had hit the floor.Not only had the attack on Vanyssa's daughter, Jennah and the other Girl, Cassandra, made him mad, but, now the fact that this murderous female had bested him, made him that much madder. He had not been this mad in a very long time, not since the time he met Vanyssa. The thought of her had given him a center of calm which he carried for many years.It had taken a bit, but, he was finally able to rise once again. Tired as he was, he still had the rush that had started him on her in the first place. Getting up, seeing that she was gone, he concluded there was only one place that she would have gone, the Brig. Turning around he ran for the door and entered to look straight at her. He leveled an attack at the two of them that most people would have died from automatically. He watched as the male dropped, but, the woman just stood there and bore the brunt of it. He noticed that she was experiencing nausea and pain then her ears started to bleed. He pressed the attack on her, but, he was getting to ends of his strength. He knew that if he did not best her soon he would falter and she would get away. He could not have that and with the last bit of his strength, he sent her one last massive attack. As the darkness was surrounding him, he saw that she was still standing when the darkness finally overtook him. "Don't worry, they'll bring you back from the darkness." He heard someone close, very close, say. He slowly and painfully tried to open his eyes. As he barely got them opened through the pain, he saw the one called Dema close by him. "The ... assassins..... gone?" He barely squeaked the question out trying to get the information if they had gotten away just as he passed out once again. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ --------------- Stardate: 2406.10.08 (USS Mystique - Deck 17 brig - Ensign Jason Dema - 2327) Jason noticed that Riven tried openining his eyes, even only a bit, and heard Riven asking him something with a quiet raspy voice. "The ... assassins..... gone?" But before Jason could answer, Riven passed out again. "No, we've confined them again, you did well." Jason said not knowing if Riven would hear him, and right at that moment the medical team arrived examining Riven and the guard first."If you want to examine the prisoners, then have at least one security officer with you just in case."The medic nodded as he continued examining Riven. Jason then walked out, looking back at Riven and remembering their volleyball match on the Nimitz ~Guess he's harder to crack then I thought~ Jason smiled and stepped to his security teams. "A job well done, I still want two to protect the doctors if the prisoners wake up, any vulonteers?" Two immediatly raised their hands, and another one stepped forward. "I only asked for two, no need for more." "Actually Sir, I had a question, if I may." "Ask away." "Why a job well done if we didn't do anything?" Jason was surprised by the question, he looked at Major Lee, and then back to the officer, he was young, about the same age as Jason, maybe even younger. "It's not what you do, but it's the way that you do it that counts, follow orders correctly, do what is expected from you, and you'll do fine, and maybe one day have your own team to lead." The officer smiled and felt relieved as he got back in line. "You two, assist the doctors, the rest, dismissed untill further notice." Jason then walked over to Lee, waiting for him to say something. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ --------------- Stardate: 2406.10.16 (USS Mystique - Phaser range - Ensign Jason Dema -2030) Jason made a habit of it of working out, but cause of his sister beeingin sick bay, he couldn't stop thinking about her, not even by doingsports, but he tried the phaser range once and it seemed to disconnect him from this world. He sometimes got in trance and forgot about everything else going on, focussing on the targets appearing. the standart for security officers was a hit ratio of 80 % at level 17. Jason had 95%, but never was allowed to go to a higher level. But now he had the chance to improve himself. he trained the last days till he had a hit ratio of 80% at level 20, but he wanted to be the best so he kept on training. Today, the same ritual as always, after visiting his sister in sickbay he went to the phaser range. "Computer, what is the highest difficulty level?" He asked [level 25] "Computer, please raise the the level to level 25, 25 targets." [the computer beeped in acknowledgement] Jason concentrated, and cleared his head of any disturbing thoughts. "Engage." As soon as Jason started the simulation a circular dot appeared to the size of a hand and started moving slowly, but as everytime Jason hit it, it got faster, thus harder to hit Jason tried to aim, but kept missing, until the simulation was over, and the computer announcing his statistics. [Shots fired: 256, Hits: 25, misses: 231, hit ratio: 9.77%] Hearing that Jason got a bit irritated. "Computer, restart training." The computer resetted the level and started over again. This time Jason knew how it was like and tried to fire more carefully. Knowing he did better he listened to the computer listing the statistics again. [Shots fired: 214, hits: 25, misses: 189, hit ratio: 11.68%] Allthough it was a little improvement, Jason got mad. "Computer, restart level." He said with his voice raised a little. Again, the computer resetted the level and commenced again. in his irritation Jason lost his patience and fired away, like he was possessed. again, the computer listed his stats. [shots fired: 687, hits: 25, misses: 662, hit ratio: 3.64%] Jason kept get more angry, and everytime he restarted his stats became worse [ hit ratio: 2.89%.......hit ratio: 2.56%........ hit ratio: 2.14%........ hit ratio: 1.89%...... Warning, heart-rate unstable, ending simulation] With that, Jason realised the getting angry wasn't the sulotion, so he tried to calm down and relax. He sat down on the ground, feeling his heartbeat slowing down. the sweat was dripping from his chin, his breathing started to stabalize again, and when he started to feel relaxed again, he stood up, but still waited for a while, and then.... "Computer, restart level." The computer complied and started the simulation again, Jason concentrated, aimed and fired, while he still missed a lot, it wasn't as bad as when he lost his mind. keeping relaxed the whole time, he finished the level and listened to his stats. [Shots fired: 126, hits: 25, misses: 101, hit ratio: 19.84%] Hearing the result, Jason eased up a bit, and feeling good that he improved since he started. He decided to stop training for the day and cleaned himself up, and before going to bed, he visited his sister again in sickbay to kiss her goodnight. and then he went to his quarters. He decided to practice firing everyday, he wants to reach at least 50% on level 25, wich was still a long way to go, but he wouldn't give up before he reached it. Then he went to bed. "Computer, lights out, alarm at 0500 hours." The lights dimmed and Jason fell asleep. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ --------------- Stardate: 2406.10.17 (USS Mystique - Marine Center, Helldeck - Major Lee -1220) "Computer, what are the vitals of Ensign Dema at this moment?" [Ensign Dema's vital signs are stable, he is sleeping, Major Lee.] Rich grinned evilly as he looked around the holodeck. There were two squads present in the grid, both were exhausted from a long day and had no idea what was going on. "Computer, run program Lee Beta 2." The grid was immediately replaced by internal decking, the complete engineering schematics of the Mystique. He had rummaged them up and created a perfect simulation of them during the week-long trip here. "Computer, simulate current crew that is not currently present on the holodeck." [Done] Rich rubbed his hands together; There would be holodeck simulations of the Mystique's crew on board now where they generally should be at this time of the night. He had already programmed the computer to include personality profiles into the recreations; they would react as well in simulation as they computer could figure from its records. "Computer, beam Ensign Dema from his quarters into his holodeck quarters by site-to-site transport, and do NOT warn him ahead of time, I want him to continue sleeping. Authorization Lee Omega Seven Beta Five." A few seconds passed, then [Ensign Dema has been successfully beamed into his recreated quarters, his vital signs have not changed, he remains in a sleep state.] "Excellent," he breathed. "Alright," he paused as he switched to a private frequency within his BDU. "Computer, unless the ship goes to an alert condition, consider all orders given on the holodeck as holodeck only and route the appropriately to the intended holodeck recipitant. If he calls for an Engineer, I want him to have a holodeck engineer. No communications go outside of the holodeck without my authorization." [Done, all internal holodeck communications are now prepped to route through the holodeck.] Rich smiled large, now he was done. The holodeck was now a complete recreation of the Mystique. Any orders given would be given to holodeck people, any 'casualties' would appear to be real due to his prior programming. Only the Marines themselves knew what happened in that case, that the computer automatically created a fake body and made the real person invisible. As for as Ensign Dema knew, he never left his quarters and he would be going straight into real combat. "Alright Marines," he said out-loud. "This is the usual drill for us, but NO ONE tells the Assistant Chief that we are on the holodeck, I want him to think he is in real combat." He crossed his arms, "Understood?" "OOAH, SIR!" The two squads bellowed. They were currently in the 'Marine Center' as the on-duty squads, that is where they would nominally be anyway in the event of a Red Alert. HE went back to his previous secure channel,"Computer, simulate a sudden attack by the Xenolithe, a sudden weapons barrage and utter shield failure followed by a forced boarding." The computer didn't even beep, but the ship shuddered fiercely and the lights immediately went to Red Alert, then went completely out. The emergency lights came on a moment later. Only Lee had been ready for this, several of the Marines had fallen to their feet when the ship lurched from weapons fire. =^=Red Alert, Red Alert, All hands to battle stations, boarding Xenolithe ships have appeared and are beaming aboard!=^= Came the call over all com-badges from the bridge, it sounded like the First Officer's voice. Rich was on his feet a moment later, "Lee to all Security and Marine forces, prepare for battle and get to your emergency stations, repel all borders!" He grabbed his scatter-gun as Marines, both real and holographic, began torun out the doors for their battle stations. The Xenolithe were evil, pure killers/hunters. Rich barked into his armor once more, "Ensign Dema to the Marine Center on the double!" ------------------------------------------------------------------------ --------------- Stardate: 2406.10.17 (USS Mystique - quarters - Ensign Jason Dema - 1230) Jason was sleeping very tight when suddenly the ship started shaking. Jason fell to the floor. he instantly stood up only to see the emergency lights turning on. =^=Red Alert, Red Alert, All hands to battle stations, boarding. Xenolithe ships have appeared and are beaming aboard!=^= Jason heard about that race, it was a feared race, only out for the blood of the oponents, anything was allowed to repel them. "Lee to all Security and Marine forces, prepare for battle and get to your emergency stations, repel all borders!" Jason immediatly went to his safe to take his BCU and type III phaser and set it to the level 14. "Ensign Dema to the Marine Center on the double!" =/\= Ensign Dema here, I'm on my way =/\= Jason walked out and as soon as he did, he saw a Xeno, who instantly started firing, Jason was just in time to see and dodge. Jason remembered his position and came out of cover to shoot, but he saw that the one turned into 5, aiming at his direction. Jason quickly fired a few shots and went back for cover. =/\= Ensign Dema to Major Lee, I hope you got a minute, I'm cor........ Jason wasn't done talking when suddenly a Xeno screeched, hurting Jason's ears, and he went back into his room. "Computer, lock the door."Jason looked for something to put in his ears to silence the screeching. He walked to the replicator "wet toiletpaper."the replicator energized and Jason took the paper and stuffed it in his ears. In the meanwhile, the Xeno were about the smash the door as Jason looked for cover in his room. Jason grabbed his type II phaser in his other hand and also set it to level 14. As soon as the door was breached 2 fell in followed by 3 more. Jason started firing at the 2 first with both phasers, catching the other three by surprise of the attack, he hit one and the other 2 ducked for cover. Jason saw the bodies of the three he hit desintegrating. seeing their companiens dissapear, the 2 started screeching, hoping to distract Jason, but with the wet paper in his ears, Jason could easily stand the noise. As the 2 stood up to attack jason was still aiming at their positions, leaving them vulnerable to a first attack. Jason hit another one, the other dodge the shot succesfully and ran very close to Jason, extracting his claws. Jason looked around, but didn't see the last one. suddenly the Xeno stood next to him, slashing with his claws. Jason was barely in time to dodge, and jumped away, but the Xeno reacted and hit Jason in his left arm. jason droppeds type III phaser, and with a lucky shot he hit the Xeno with his hand-phaser, making the Xeno fall down to the floor, also desintegrating. Jason quickly patched his arm with his medkit in thebathroom, and injected a painkiller. =/\= Ensign Dema to Major Lee, I'm on my way =/\= Jason said breathing very hard and with a cracking voice. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ --------------- Stardate: 2406.10.18 (USS Mystique - Sickbay - Ensign Jason Dema - 1206) As usual, Jason went to sickbay after attending his duties to see how his sister was doing, he couldn't stop worrying about her, even when he was on duty, his thoughts dwell about his sister, wich sometimes got him a little distracted from his duties. But he always came to see her.Although she was in a coma, Jason talked to herabout thing from earth."Remember," He started "Back on earth, when we used to play poloce and the bandit? Remember how you always wanted to be the good guy, not only cause you liked to play the good guy, but you also loved to hit me.Remember the time in the barn, where I disarmed you and threw your weapon in the hay? you ran to it, but I stopped you, we fell in the hay together. I was holding your arms and you were defenseless, but suddenly you felt something. you thought it was your stick, and hit me on the head with it...... too bad it was a hamer." Jason had to laugh, looking back on that moment. "The next month you kept by my side, always taking care of me because you felt guilty. You never left my side, even at night you kept watch over me, allthough you were always asleep in the morning. And then you were always mad because I didn't wake you up." Jason showed a smile on his face, his eyes glared, and he was about to shed a tear. "You always took care of me when I was injured or sick, and seeing you here, I don't know how you kept up with it." He started to cry, his face turned sad, and his voice got deeper. "I don't know why but, I feel so helpless now, I just can't stand to see you suffering..." Jason really started to cry now, tears started rolling over his cheeck, one after the other, they just kept coming."I'm sorry Cassie, I'm sorry I brought this upon you, it was my duty to prevent this, but I failed." Jason just couldn't hold it anymore, he ran out of sickbay, he just couldn't stand the thought of his sister hearing him cry. He went straight to the holodeck and loaded a program he made to surprise his sister. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ --------------- (USS Myqtique - Holodeck - Ensign Jason Dema - 1234) When it was activated, a beach showed up, with palm-trees scattered here and there, a terrain with a net meant for beach-volleyball, and a beautifull blue ocean. on a rock hill there stood a big white beach-house, 3 stories high, large windows pointed at the direction of the see through wich you could see the sunset on cold winterdays next to a fireplace, and a balcony for hot summer-nights. behind the house was a tennis-court, well maintained to play any day of the year. A big garden, with statues, fountains, a large open grassfield, with to the sides lawns with flowers. in the middle there was a small pond with a bridge, leading to an island, just big enough for a small group of people. the time in the simulation was about sunset, only one hour to go. Jason decided to sit down at a palmtree, and he removed hiscombadge from his clothes and looked at the sky, with tears still draining his eyes. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ --------------- Stardate: 2406.10.21 (USS Mystique - Bridge - CSO Ketal - 1302) Ketal was sitting at the Science Station checking the alignment on the lateral array, after the diagnostic was over he began checking the readings. The last few weeks had made quite a difference in his composure as he had had a lot of time to meditate and reflect on his inadequicies. The incident on the bridge the night of the attacks had been quite forgotten by everyone else presumably but not by him but he had regained the Vulcan mein and manner that accompanied his appearance. The regaining of control had been difficult considering the savagery and suddenness of the attacks but it seemed Mr. HHril was the only one who looked at him in a calculating manner, seeming to divinehis thoughts and intentions. Suddenly the OPS officer announced he was picking up a "strange" signal. "On screen, Lt." The Captain ordered. Ketal looked up to see a/an (Female?) alien life form playing a musical instrument. The audio was distorted, but was soon cleaned up by the computer.Ketal turned from the screen and tried to pinpoint the source of the signal, this was the reason they were in this section of space, to seek out other peoples for study.Behind him he heard Vanyssa speak over the continuing music. "Can we isolate where this broadcast is coming from ?" Ketal had it on the readout finally."Affirmative Captain, the source of the signal is 5.3 light years away at a bearing of 83 degrees. Long range sensors show a class M planet." "Set course for it, warp 4." She said, rising. "ETA?" (reply conn) "Excellent. Please have Dr. Mias, and Dr. Harper, as well as Mr. Ketal review these, Number One. I'd like to know something about them before we reach their planet."She then left the bridge. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ --------------- Stardate: 2406.10.21 (USS Mystique - Bridge - CONN Lt. Herk - 1310) Herk sat at the Conn thiking how boring things had gotten. There had been a lot of excitement on the crew shakedown. Mystie, as Herk liked to call her, had performed admirably. She was a wonderful ship, and handled like a dream. Herk still liked to have some semblence of control over the flight controls and so ususally flew with minimum coomputer assistance. S/he felt that it kept hir instincts sharp, in case of an actual emergency and they lost computer control. Besides, there were always little adjustments to be madedue togravitational forces and spacialanomolies, that even the most sophisticated computer had trouble adjusting to. S/he was really excited about moving into unexplored territory. Herk had a working theory that long range sensors can only show you so much, and that the actual space you travel to might vary slightly from what the sensors pick up. So far s/he hadn't been let down by hir philosophy. The Ops officer commented on an anomoly that he detected. Herk was intrigued by the image that came on the screen. It was one of the most exotic women s/he had seen. S/he could help but wonder slightly of their mating habits. The woman looked somewhat feline, and Herk wondered if they were related in some manner. The most interesting aspect of the blue tinged beauty were the wings that sprouted from her back. ~Intiguing doesn't say the half of it.~ The picture continually change, showing other performers It must be some form of satelite entertainment broadcasting. Herk had read about such things in hir history classes. It was a most intriguing manner of "watching" something entertaining. Herk prefered the interactive entertainment that s/he participated in. The captain hummed and then asked where the signal was coming from. With that information she turned to Herk. "Set course for it, warp 4." She said, rising. "ETA?" "At warp 7 well be there in 3hours 50 minutes," Herk replied, hir fingers already setting the course. "Excellent. Please have Dr. Mias, and Dr. Harper, as well as Mr. Ketal review these, Number One. I'd like to know something about them before we reach their planet." As the Captain Winters left the bridge the ship shot to warp 7. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ -------------- Stardate: 2406.10.21 (USS Mystique - Bridge - CSO Ketal - 1702) The sensors were showing some intriguing information about the planet, Ketal was busily coordinating the different sensor readings and departments as the data was analyzed.The laterals soon registered a ship coming around the planet'shorizon. "Enlarge and identify against Known Federation Starship design." The Captain ordered. (reply) "Huh." She said and paused. "Do we have an identity of the ships name ? Can we cross reference to get manifest and flight plan ?" (reply :-) Vanyssa noticed something strange about the ship. "Engineering, is thatship decaying into the athmosphere ?" She asked. (reply Sarouk) "What would be the ecological devastation of such a decay, Mr. Ketal ?" Ketal didn't need to look in the computer banks to give an answer. "The ship as you can see Captain is very large and not all of it would burn up in the atmosphere. I estimate some sections as large as 20 tons would hit the planet. If it strikes inhabited areas there could be great loss of life, fires and temporarily severe weather changes. There is also the probability of course of radiation leakage from the wreckage with a half life of several generations which could alsopoison water sources. The damage ecologically would then be catastrophic, especially considering all the inhabitants are clustered in only five large city-state areas." "Spend the next two hours running simulations, Mr. Ketal, Mr. Sarouk, please help him. I want to know what impact that ship will have, as well as alternatives for preventing it. Mr. Bellenia, call a senior staff meeting in the conferance lounge for 0900 tomorrow morning. Please have the Counsellor and the good Doctor, as well as theAmbassador work on figuring out their language and culture." Vanyssa said, watching the feed they were picking up from the viewscreen. "Archive the data as we receive it and zip a copy off to Geneva for analyzation." Ketal immediately began carrying out her orders. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ --------------- Stardate: 2406.10.21 (USS Mystique - Personal quarters - CSO Ketal - 21:55) Ketal was sitting in his quarters in deep meditation, since his initial problems at the beginning of the voyage he had immersed himself as much as time permitted in the rejuvenating state. After a few days of this he had realized that in spending so much time on preparing Mystique this part of his regimen had lapsed leading to a corresponding lapse in discipline but now he was as close to fully controlled as he had ever been.The half Vulcan was dressed in a loose fitting tunic and pants as he sat in the chair he had pulled away from the desk and placed in a corner of his cabin, he gently withdrew from the state while savoring its peace. Slowly opening his eyes and looking at the chronometer in his room he saw it was nearly 22:00 hours. There was an errand to take care of before it got too late and since he knew that Vanyssa kept late hours he decided that it was a valid time, not exactly regular hours of course but still a valid time. Since he was off duty and it was getting late he left his cabin as he was. His errand was quite simple: With Jennah and her friend fully recovered it was nearly time to begin the tutoring he had promised her; Ketal was sure in speaking with her several times along with what Vanyssa had told him that she would be a splendid pupil plus it would give her an escape from the boredom of shipboard life. ~ Perhaps also ~ He considered, ~ Her friend Cassandra might also be interested at some point. ~ He realized also as he entered the turbolift he had not expressed his condolences about David's death, he had learned of it late; too late to help in her initial consolation and beyond the point of bringing it up tactfully but for some reason he felt it was now the proper time. The turbolift soon stopped and he walked to the Captain's door and pressed the chime, he could have called of course but he did not like speaking to someone without facing them unless it was necessary; some would call it a quirk, he preffered to think of it as polite. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ --------------- Stardate: 2406.10.21 (USS Mystique - Captain's Quarters - Captain Winters and CSO Ketal - 22:00) After a decent dinner, Vanyssa was sitting in a corner of her Quarters, the lights mostly off, just staring out at the stars. This was something that she liked to do every once in a while. Jennah had long since went to bed, and Vanyssa...her bodyguard was outside. Her MCO had made things very clear that she was keeping one, whether she liked it or not. She had taken a moment to change out of the dress that she normally wore during off-duty hours into a very sheer nightgown, that David had given her when they first started dating. Vanyssa had taken all the pins out of her hair, letting it cascade naturally down her back, almost to her knees now, in red spiral curls. She had been meaning to dictate a letter for a while now...and decided that now would be a good time to do it. She laid back on her couch and thought for a moment, then began... "Computer, compose letter to Captain Devan Sash, USS Nimitz." The computer beeped in acknowledgement. "Dear Devan..." She began, as the chime sounded, causing her to jump in surprise, then fall off the couch with an "Oomph." She got up and said "Computer, cancel letter." She looked around her living room for her robe, then realized that it was one of the things that she had accidentally left behind on the Nimitz in her haste to depart. ~Oops.~ She thought, looking around as the door slid open and Ketal entered. Vanyssa relaxed a bit, Ketal wouldn't mind. "Computer, lights to normal conversation level." Vanyssa stated, moving a bit forward, catching Ketal's eye. "My friend, what brings you to my door so late?" She began, then felt something which she decided to ignore. Ketal had entered under the watchful eye of the Captain's bodyguard and stepped inside as the door closed behind him, as the lights brightened he blinked slightly then nearly started in shock as his eyes lit on Vanyssa. As the half Vulcan tried to drag his eyes away from her they glided down over the swell of her breasts unhidden by her gown, her trim waist and softly curving hips. The red flame of her hair burned in his mind as he finally managed to disengage his gaze and he realized for the second time in three weeks he was furiously blushing. ~ The involuntary responses are always the hardest to control. ~ He thought as he looked toward the window in her room. "I apologize Captain," He said as the greenish tint spread over his face and neck. "I thought you kept later hours. I came about Jennah's schedule for the lab work but it can wait until the morning if you would like." Vanyssa watched the blush spread over Ketal's face. "There is no need to be sorry. Please have a seat." Betazoids, as a general rule, did not tend to care about nudity or clothing, but apparently Ketal did. ~Vulcans shouldn't.~ "Ketal, is there something wrong ?" Vanyssa asked kindly. "Do you need someone to talk with ? I've noticed that you are having problems controlling emotions, something which you used to pride yourself on for mastering. Has something changed ? I ask as your friend, not as the Captain." Ketal straightened somewhat at her question and cupped his hands in the small of his back in unconcious imitation of his mother and the other Vulcans he had seen. ~ What is it about her that causes such a loss of control on my part? ~ He asked himself while avoiding the answer he had half admitted to himself after the last incident. "Captain I ... Of the people on board you are the only one who knows my background, how I was not born on Vulcan or even raised among Vulcans. My mother taught me the rudiments of control but I was born on earth and raised among humans and the preponderence of the influences in my life have been human ... and emotional. It is true I have lived above that for the most part but on the Vanguard and here..." He shook his head slowly and sat down in a nearby chair. "Around you I..." He stopped when he realized what he had said but it was too late. ~Maybe she will let it pass without comment.~ He thought though he knew better, she was far too sharp to miss something that obvious. Vanyssa listened. That was the job of Counsellors. "Does it bother you that I know your past, my friend ? Or does it bother you that you are attracted to me ? You never told me if you have a mate on Vulcan, but I would guess not." She laid her hand on top of his. "You can ask anything of me at anytime, my friend, and if it is within my power to give it, I will." She smiled, hoping he understood what she wassaying. "On the whole." She decided to say. "Humans are incredibly prudish about sex, sexuality and sensuality. And you are telepathic and possibly picking up on my....feelings." She said, maintaining the contact with him, letting him feel what she thought. ::Friends should always be open with each other.:: She sent through that contact. Vanyssa's hand seemed to burn like a hot coal on his as the half Vulcan stiffened at her touch, his control over his telepathic powers was minimal at best; that was another thing he desired to travel to Vulcan to rectify. An untrained Vulcan using telepathy could put both parties in danger, the touch of her mind lulled him though as he thought back. :: No I have no mate and no bride has been chosen for me on Vulcan, that is the inheritance of my mother's family who were stirred against her marrying a human.:: It was after this when he tried opening his mind to the emotions she was radiating that it happened. Before he could put a stop to it her emotions flooded him, the grief for the loss of David, her longing for Sash, her loneliness and her desire swept through him like a torrent, engulfing him and consuming him and his emotions fed back in turn intoher mind magnified. Through the link came 20 years of pent up yearnings, longings and desires; He found that even his most closely guarded and tightly locked feelings for her were released, freed by the link. The emotions were staggering and rocked them both. Vanyssa jerked her hand back and shielded herself very quickly, but the damage was done. "I didn't mean for that to happen." She said, remembering her meld with Sevant, and how the unexpected happened there also. She noticed the emotions in his eyes, and felt incredibly sorry for what had just happened. Then she noticed the tears rolling down her face. Ketal reached for her before he thought, his hands clasped her forearms and he rose from the chair and pulled her to him meaning to comfort her. The link was gone and no danger to them. Vanyssa looked into his eyes, and felt her control slipping. She held onto it with tooth and nail, refusing to let the link spring up again. And of course it did. She felt herself riding memories of her last time with Sash. She looked up into Ketal's eyes. ::Are you going through Pon Farr? :: She asked concerned. As the link reignited a lightheadedness fell upon Ketal and he heard her say as from a great distance. :: Are you going through Pon Farr?::He looked once more into her eyes as his hands clasped her arms tightly below the wrists and he realized that one of the roots of his struggle had been excised, his feelings for her had been exposed and could never be buried or hidden again. He shook his head slowly as he leaned forward. "No Vanyssa, I want you!" Vanyssa reeled with the emotions going through her, and realized that there was nothing that she could do to stop it, even if she had wanted to. It would be unthinkable, cruel to stop. They could deal with the repercussions afterward, if there were going to be repercussions. She slowly tried to pull away, leading him towards her room. Jennah was thankfully still asleep, there were things that she didn't need to know about. Then the doors slid shut and she and Ketal were all alone in her room. Vanyssa worried about making the first move, and what to do, but Ketal solved that problem for her. As they entered the room Ketal swept Vanyssa into his arms tightly, because of the spiraling emotions running through him he pressed his mouth against hers with bruising force, as he kissed her heavily he sensed the salty taste of blood from her mouth as her lip was nicked against her teeth and he pulled back slightly though he kissed her still as hungrily. As the embrace continued his hands left her arms and he caressed her shoulders, running his hands down her back, his fingers tracing her spine all the way to her soft buttocks. The link peaked and then stabilized as he found he could exert some control over it, the discovery wasn't as important though as the sensations coursingthrough him as their bodies touched. Ketal broke contact with her lips only long enough to pick her up easily and carry her to the bed where he laid her out full length and ran his hands down over her breasts and stomach, lingering on the soft peaks capped by the dark mounds of her nipples beneath her gown. Vanyssa shuddered under his hands and abandoned herself to the sensations, she was one of those that preferred things to be a bit rough, and let that ripple down the link. She cried out, telepathically and vocally as his probing hands found a very sensitive spot. Then she felt him on top of her, emotions coursing through her. She was drowning in them, even when he ripped her gown from her body.... His light clothing soon followed hers to the floor as he lost himself in the sight, feel and mind of her and the smell of her heady woman's scent. She was moaning and writhing beneath him as he began to lick and kiss her breasts, as he moved over her belly and to her thighs she gave a whimpering cry and shuddered in passion. The link gave him guidance to her most erotic and sensitive places; he took his time not in a hurry to put an end to the glorious feel of her. After turning her over none too gently he began to nip at her shoulders and down her back, knowing intuitively that she enjoyed it. He soon became lost in a hodgepodge of sensations, the bow of her back beneath him and her thighs straining forward against his hands as she moaned inecstacy. And then a warm peace and the feel of her warm and still against him. Vanyssa sighed, then came to herself. This was wrong. She had Devan. Devan wasn't here. Ketal was. And Ketal needed her. She could sort it all out again, in the morning. And with that, she gave herself up to it, waking several hours later in his arms, very sore. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ --------------- Stardate: 2406.10.21 (USS Mystique, Personal Quarters, CO Captain Vanyssa Winters and CSO Ketal, Day 2 - 0225) Vanyssa woke up, very warm against a lean body. She looked up into his face, and saw him asleep. She leaned up and kissed him, licking his nose, and saw him wake up slowly, stretching in contentment. "We should probably talk." She said, being serious again. "No, I don't regret what happened. I think it was divine faith, providence, whatever, that brought you to my door. But I'm the Captain, and I really shouldn't be involved with the crew." She said, half-heartedly, realizing what Devan must have went through all those nights that she had teased him with her body, and he broke it off right before it began. ~I'll have to apologize to him.~ "Do you regret it ?" She asked him, being the Counsellor again. Ketal reached over to stroke her cheek and neck as he answered her question. "No Vanyssa I don't regret it and I never will." Rolling over he reached for his clothes, wondering what the guard would think then deciding it really didn't matter. "Where are you going ?" She asked, concerned. "Did I ask you to leave?" The half Vulcan turned to her and looked at her lying there, totally feminine and totally beautiful and desirable. He dropped the clothes to the floor once more and put an arm over her stomach, pulling her close. "Vanyssa I know... that there is another, it came across very clearly during the link. Are you sure... that you want me to stay?" "Absolutely." She said, completely convinced. "After tonight, I'm not sure. Would you like to know about him, about Devan Sash ?" She asked. "Or about David ?" Vanyssa felt her heart torn. She had finally figured out how to let people in.... after David's loss, she had just been so scared, so very afraid. Now she wasn't. "And what do you want to come of tonight, Ketal ?" He thought for a moment and said quietly, "I am sorry about David, Vanyssa, I got the news of his death too late to contact you, I was very grieved for you and for Jennah." There was a pause as he formulated his next thoughts. "If you would like to tell me about the Nimitz Captain you may, I am sure he is an extraordinary man. As for tonight... you don't have to make me any promises. I have heard somewhat of the pressures and responsibilities of being a Captain and I know this might make things harder for you. I also realize as you stated earlier that this might be frowned on by some. Quite simply I want as much of you as I can have." He leaned over and kissed her again, tenderly this time; reveling in the contact as the link joined their minds again, taking them to a place where only they existed and no one else could intrude. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ --------------- Stardate: 2406.10.22 (USS Mystique - Sickbay - Ensign Jason Dema - 0540) Before his Duty, Jason went to sickbay first to check on Cassandra. He's been there every day since she got hurt, he didn't even workedout, as he couldn't concentrate. it did interfere with his duties a bit, as he was distracted sometimes. After checking the time, he went on his way to releave Keswick from his duty. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ --------------- Stardate: 2406.10.22 (USS Mystique - Bridge - Ensign Dema - 0558) Jason walked onto the bridge. "Ensign Dema reporting for duty." Jason walked over to Keswick. "I'm here to releave you Ensign Keswick, get some rest." (reply Keswick) as soon as Keswick left Jason sat down and checked the systems and waited for his first orders of the day. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ --------------- Stardate: 2406.10.22 (USS Mystique - Observation Lounge - CO Captain Vanyssa Winters - 0845) Vanyssa sat in the observation lounge, sipping her juice and reading through her orders again. Her orders were to observe and archive, and get that ship out of the way.She wondered how they were going to do the later. The reports showed that there were rudimentary weapons on the ship, as well as the fact that the power supply on the ship was failing, which was why it was falling. She hoped that OPS had managed to find the manifest and crew of that ship. That would tell her a lot about why they were out here. As far as she could vaguely remember from her classes in school, while Earth did send out a number of generation and colonization ships, none were to this area of space. And the policy was to not colonize a world with people already on it. She leaned back, twirling a stylus around in her fingers, thinking. These people, whoever they are, obviously had developed a sophisticated society with some technology and a high appreciation of art. They had obviously interbred, and as such could be considered a new race, despite the fact that they were, at one time, human. She looked up as Mr. Ketal walked in, he was always first, and she remembered that she needed to thank him for everything that he had done, including coming to visit Jennah and her friend Cassie. It seemed vaguely wrong to have the two of them out here in the middle of space... all alone, with no other children. Especially after what had happened to them right after the ship had been launched. It wasn't fait of them to be caught in the middle of this civil war. They were, after all, just children. She realized that the rest of her crew had filtered in and came to start the meeting. "I've called you all here, because I've received orders from the Admiral about this new race. We are to observe, and collect data, as well as come up with a way to remove the ship from it's decaying orbit. We've also been tasked with sending down a team to do some first hand research. We are to spend a week here, gathering what data we can, and then continue on. We are not to make first contact, and we are not to reveal ourselves as outsiders. The Admiral wants to minimize cultural contamination. Doctor Harper, Ambassador, Counsellor, the three of you have been studying these people, what can you tell us about them ?" ------------------------------------------------------------------------ -------------- Stardate: 2406.10.22 (USS Mystique - Observation Lounge - Ensign Jason Dema - 0848) Jason walked in to see Vanyssa and Ketal allready present. "goodmorning." Jason said as he took seat. Jason watched as the rest of the crew entered the room, and replying to all hello's till everyone was present and Vanyssa started the meeting. "I've called you all here, because I've received orders from the Admiral about this new race. We are to observe, and collect data, as well as come up with a way to remove the ship from it's decaying orbit. We've also been tasked with sending down a team to do some first hand research. We are to spend a week here, gathering what data we can, and then continue on. We are not to make first contact, and we are not to reveal ourselves as outsiders. The Admiral wants to minimize cultural contamination. Doctor Harper, Ambassador, Counsellor, the three of you have been studying these people, what can you tell us about them ?" Jason listened to Harper, Ambassador and the counsellor while thinking of a way to remove the ship. as soon as the three were done speaking and they went over to any ideas, Jason was the first to rise. "for the moment I can think of 3 things, 1, If the scans can show that the hull integrity is strong enough, why not tractor it out, 2, calculate the ship's mass, and customize 1 or more torpedoes to destroy every inch of that ship, and use phaser to destroy smaller parts if there are any, though I wouldn't recommand that cause the people on the planet will see the explosion, 3, I don't know if this is possible, but maybe we can make soft impulses with the deflector array to push the ship aside." ------------------------------------------------------------------------ --------------- Stardate: 2406.10.22 (USS Mystique - Observation Lounge - CSO Ketal - 0904) The half Vulcan was more calm and focused this morning than he had been in many years as he sat in the lounge waiting for the meeting to start. As Ketal watched the others file in he considered the gravity of their mission, the ship alone was a large problem but it would pale in comparison to a first contact, they were always dicey affairs because of the prime directive; especially those with a non-space faring race. He looked over at Vanyssa then back at the others as he considered what had happened last night. ~ No the meeting comes first, private matters are secondary. ~ He thought as she stood to begin the meeting. "I've called you all here, because I've received orders from the Admiral about this new race. We are to observe, and collect data, as well as come up with a way to remove the ship from it's decaying orbit. We've also been tasked with sending down a team to do some first hand research. We are to spend a week here, gathering what data we can, and then continue on. We are not to make first contact, and we are not to reveal ourselves as outsiders. The Admiral wants to minimize cultural contamination. Doctor Harper, Ambassador, Counsellor, the three of you have been studying these people, what can you tell us about them ?" (reply Counsellor and Ambassador) After listening to their views on the indigenous peoples Vanyssa nodded then looked toward him. "Mr. Ketal, I know that Lt. Sarouk is busy in Engineering, but the two of you were working on a way to remove that ship from orbit. What have you come up with ?" Ketal leaned forward as he spoke. "Captain this region of space is riddled with subspace faults and ripples and it is dangerous to use either our tractor beams or transporters as well as any sort of focused energy beam lest there be a collapse in the fabric of it. Warp drive should also be held to less than warp three to minimize damage to the subspace fabric. Without using these we would recommend sending shuttles with an engineering team over to try to affect repairs to the vessel and make use its own failing power supply to lift it out of its low orbit into a safer one until further action can be taken to move it safely away from the planet. Lt. Sarouk is certain he can replicate any needed components and I estimate the ship has sufficient fuel for the attempt though with little margin for error." Having said that he settled back in his chair to await further discussion. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ --------------- Stardate: 2406.10.22 (USS Mystique - Observation Lounge - CO Captain anyssa Winters - 0905) "I've called you all here, because I've received orders from the Admiral about this new race. We are to observe, and collect data, as well as come up with a way to remove the ship from it's decaying orbit. We've also been tasked with sending down a team to do some first hand research. We are to spend a week here, gathering what data we can, and then continue on. We are not to make first contact, and we are not to reveal ourselves as outsiders. The Admiral wants to minimize cultural contamination. Doctor Harper, Ambassador, Counsellor, the three of you have been studying these people, what can you tell us about them ?" (reply Counsellor and Ambassador) Vanyssa nodded. "Mr. Ketal, I know that Lt. Sarouk is busy in Engineering, but the two of you were working on a way to remove that ship from orbit. What have you come up with ?" (reply Ketal) "Ms. Tourana, your background is in astrophysics, do you concur with Mr. Ketal ? Is there anything about this section of space that we should be concerned about in using the tractor beam ?" (reply Tourana) Vanyssa nodded. "Suggestions?" Vanyssa asked of the table. (Reply, room for debate here) "I suppose that the next order of business is actually going down to the planet. Mr. Bellinia, please work Mr. Radchenko on choosing crew members who are close to the 'normal' that have been observed. Mr. Radchenko, how hard will the alterations be to make ?" (reply Radchenko) Vanyssa turned to her team of cultural experts, if anyone was in this room. "How hard will it be for our team to be believable ? Can they be from one of those cities ?" (reply Counsellor, Ambassador) Then she caught Hhril's eye. "How are the modifications going on the universal translator ?" (reply Hhril) Vanyssa took a deep breath. "Security. Normally, marines accompany away teams, but I want one of the assistants with the away team. Mr. Lee, please select a couple of marines to go with the away team, as well as one of the assistant tactical officers. I am sure that you have some that are used to working undercover. Mr. Dema, I want the weapons modified to cut through the interference in this sector. I am nervous about an attack by Starfleet." She took a deep breath. "Mr. Keswick, please assist Mr. Dema on this assignment." (reply Lee, Dema, Keswick) "Lt. Herk, find me places to hide in this sector where we can observe and mount a rescue mission as needed. I want to avoid combat as much as I can. " She took a deep breath. "And finally Intelligence says that there might be an attack, and the Mystique is on the search and destroy list. There will be no boardings, there will be no chance at negotiation. They will destroy us and make an example to LoDona if they can. I do not want to give them a chance. Mr. Ketal, Mr. Hhril, the two of you are the experts on those sensors. I need to know when we are being approached, from as far away as possible." (Ketal, Hhril, iyw) Vanyssa sat back. "Questions, Suggestions, Input ?" ------------------------------------------------------------------------ -------------- Stardate: 2406.10.22 (USS Mystique - Observation Lounge - Ensign Jason Dema - 0909) Jason was listening very carefully to everything beeing said, untill Vanyssa turned to security. "Security. Normally, marines accompany away teams, but I want one of the assistants with the away team. Mr. Lee, please select a couple of marines to go with the away team, as well as one of the assistant tactical officers. I am sure that you have some that are used to working undercover. Mr. Dema, I want the weapons modified to cut through the interference in this sector. I am nervous about an attack by Starfleet. Mr. Keswick, please assist Mr. Dema on this assignment." Jason stood up firmly. "it will be done Ma'am, and if I'm allowed, then I would like to volunteer for the away-team." (reply any if needed) The meeting went on and Jason was thinking the whole time of ways to get rid of the ship and he noted down some thoughts untill he heard Vanyssa again. "Questions, Suggestions, Input ?" Jason stood up. "Captain, if I may." (reply if needed) "for the moment I can think of 3 things, 1, If the scans can show that the hull integrity is strong enough, why not tractor it out, 2, calculate the ship's mass, and customize 1 or more torpedoes to destroy every inch of that ship, and use the phasers to destroy smaller parts if there are any, though I wouldn't recommand that cause the people on the planet will see the explosion, 3, I don't know if this is possible, but maybe we can make soft impulses with the deflector array to push the ship aside." ------------------------------------------------------------------------ -------------- Stardate: 2406.10.22 (USS Mystique - Observation Lounge - Conn- Lt. Herkimer 78- 0920) Herk listened to the meeting with interest. It sounded like they were in for a little bit of an adventure. This ship was turning out to be one adventure after another. That's just the way s/he like it. It gave hir a little thrill. "Lt. Herk, find me places to hide in this sector where we can observe and mount a rescue mission as needed. I want to avoid combat as much as I can. " She took a deep breath. "And finally Intelligence says that there might be an attack, and the Mystique is on the search and destroy list. There will be no boardings, there will be no chance at negotiation. They will destroy us and make an example to LoDona if they can. I do not want to give them a chance. Mr. Ketal, Mr. Hhril, the two of you are the experts on those sensors. I need to know when we are being approached, from as far away as possible." (Ketal, Hhril, iyw) Vanyssa sat back. "Questions, Suggestions, Input ?" Herk had been playing with the PADD s/he had brought with hir. S/he had taken the liberty of downloading all the information of this star system on it before hand. As the captain gave her orders s/he started hir search, so that by the time Winters had asked about input s/he was ready. "Captain," Herk said, "I may have a hidey place in mind. May I?" Herk stood and went to the console. S/he put hir PADD beside the computer console and uploaded the information into it. The holo-display came to life, showing a star map of the system. "If you look in sector 36, grid 12 you'll notice that there is an energy displacement high in the IR band width. It may be a protostar in a dromant phase. If it is, we can hide quite effectively in there. Sensors should not be able to detect us, and with a slight adjustment , screening out the radioactivity and graviton fields, we should be able to get some decent resolution out of our sensors." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.22 (USS Mystique, Bridge, OPS, Lt (jg) HHril, 0935) (USS Mystique, Observation Lounge, Ambassador Anastasia Tar-Thurian - 09:38) (USS Mystique, Bridge, OPS, Lt (jg) HHril, 0950) (USS Mystique, Ambassador's Lounge, Ambassador Anastasia Tar-Tharian, 1048) (USS Mystique - CSO's office - CSO Ketal - 10:49) (USS Mystique - Ambassador's Lounge - CSO Ketal 1053) (USS Mystique - Ambassador's Lounge - Ambassador Anastasia Tar-Tharian, 1056) (USS Mystique - Computer Lab - Ensign Jason Dema - 1202) (USS Mystique - Computer Lab -TASC Ensign Travis Keswick - 1204) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.23 (USS Mystique, Shuttlebay, CO Captain Vanyssa Winters, 0900) (USS Mystique - Shuttlebay - Ensign Jason Dema - 0905) (USS Mystique, Conference Room, CO Captain Vanyssa Winters, 0950) (USS Mystique, Conference Room, Ambassador Anastasia Tar-Tharian, 0952) (USS Mystique- Conference Room- Conn- Lt Herkimer 78 - 0955) (USS Mystique, Conference Room, TASC Ensign Travis Keswick, 0955) (USS Mystique - Conference Room, - CSO Ketal - 0957) (USS Mystique - Conference Room, - TASC Ensign Travis Keswick - 0958) (USS Mystique, Conference Room, Ambassador Anastasia Tar-Tharian, 0959) (USS Mystique, Major Lees Office, TASC Ensign Travis Keswick 1010) (USS Mystique, Computer Lab, TASC Ensign Travis Keswick - 1200) (USS Mystique, Ready Room ,CO, Captain Vanyssa Winters, 1230) (Resorte Training Facilities, Admiral's Office Ensign Denton- 15.05) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Begin Compile Stardate: 2406.10.22 (USS Mystique, Bridge, OPS, Lt (jg) HHril, 0935) It had been a productive meeting, to say the least. The hours of preparation HHril had put into his research had certainly paid off, allowing him to answer the questions posed by the Captain decisively and without hesitation. One last question remained to be answered, however. How long would it take to pull that ship apart? He didn't know. The Conestoga class of colony vessel had not been in service for well over 300 years. It was certainly not a priority for study among academy cadets. Since the Captain had dismissed the meeting, he had sat at his station multitasking. Running his scans and diagnostics while attempting to answer the question that had been asked of him. ~Come on, HHril.~ the OPS man said to himself. ~It was meant to be taken apart. Why is this so hard to figure out.~ Then it dawned on him. They would be on the planet, and they would be working from the outside... but also from the inside. "Of course!" he said out load as the realization was made. Two teams would be necessary to take the ship apart. One in the work pods, performing a ballet that Lt Herk would be required to choreograph, and a second on the inside of the vessel... with full environmental suits. He turned, prepared to head towards the ready room, when he saw the chief engineer, Lt Sarouk heading into the Captains office. ~I'll just have to wait my turn he thought to himself and returned to his duties.~ ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2406.10.22 (USS Mystique, Observation Lounge, Ambassador Anastasia Tar-Thurian - 09:38) Ana had watched an Ensign watching most of what she was doing and listening intently to what she had said. She had smiled at him but she continued to listen to what the captain and the others had been saying. "Indeed Captain cultural contamination is the greatest danger we face in this instance, and the Prime directive is very clear in regards to a pre space-faring race, it would seem our only choice in the matter is to first observe the native population before deciding on this course of action. The only inhibiting factor is the amount of time we have available for study before the ship begins breaking up." Ketal concluded. "Then it would seem that the number one priority would be to go down to the planet and see if the natives do." Vanyssa looked over at the her and Dr. Mias. "In your estimation, could we, with our present knowledge, pass for natives on that planet ? Albeit from a city far from the one we will chose." Vanyssa flat out asked. "If not, how long do you think it would be before you could assemble the necessary data and coach some of our people on the relevant points ?" "Well, it would seem that the language of most of the species have a bit of terran dialect in it. Also, it would seem the other part has a somewhat musical flow to it. Now I don't really understand why a planet this far from earth and the level of technology they have would have a part of their dialect in it. Once you get to understand it, it is quiet a beautiful language. And there mannerisms are not all that different from ours just more fluid. Now, as you know, we would have some trouble with some of the more obvious crew members in their culture but most of us could be medically altered to resemble them. The sentence formation is unlike what we have, it is more like, in an earth example, of a oriental trying to speak standard. We need to be very cautious in whatever we do as I believe this species to be very intelligent and would be able to grasp our nature easily. Maybe another couple of days of more observation and analyzing would be better." Ana replied and waited for the Captain to decide what next. She looked back at the ensign and he still seemed fasinated of her. "You all have your assignments." Vanyssa said, rising. "Please get status reports to me by 1600, as well as ETAs." She smiled around at them all. "You are a good crew, you all make me quite proud to be here, with you." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.22 (USS Mystique, Bridge, OPS, Lt (jg) HHril, 0950) HHril had sat at his station, waiting for the Vulcan to exit the ready room. When he finally saw him, he rose and headed towards the door Sarouk had just exited. Pushing the signal button to the left of the door, HHril waited to be admitted to the Captains ready room. "Come." came the muffled noise of a voice from behind the door. HHril pushed a second button on the keypad and entered the room. "Captain," began the young Romulan. "I would like to add something to my initial idea on how to remove that ship from orbit, Sir. The procedure cannot be completed from the exterior of the ship alone. We will have to send people inside." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.22 (USS Mystique, Ambassador's Lounge, Ambassador Anastasia Tar-Tharian, 1048) Ana had been discussing the further findings of the species on the planet. A copy of a conversation that had evidently been picked up from the planet. Most of it was not new but the part about the flying box was and Ana had a theory about it immediately. Looking around at the other two she relayed what she thought. "I believe that the reference of the flying box could be of one of possibly three things. One, it could mean that they are referencing the ship that is orbit around their planet now or two, and this one I hope not, is that they are talking about this ship. Now with the reference of 'flying box of forefathers' could be the third idea, is that they are talking about the ship or ships that brought the terrans to their world in the first place." She sat back in her chair waiting for the others to voice their opinions before they sent word to the captain. Riven listened intently at what she said and decided that he would see what Ketal thought of what she had said before giving his. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2406.10.22 (USS Mystique - CSO's office - CSO Ketal - 10:49) After replaying the message several times Ketal had downloaded the current scientific reports for the planet onto a PADD so that Vanyssa, ~ The Captain ~ he corrected himself could review them later. Because the other data collection was still ongoing and would take quite a bit of time to break down this was all he would have for at least another eight hours. After downloading the information and with his mind still on the recording he considered his next step. ~ The Ambassador would no doubt have much more expertise in this field, perhaps I should speak with her about this. ~ "Computer, what is the location of Ambassador Tar-Tharian?" [Ambassador Tar-Tharian is currently in the Ambassador's Lounge.] After receiving the reply he took the PADD with him to give to Vanyssa later and left his office. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.22 (USS Mystique - Ambassador's Lounge - CSO Ketal 1053) When the door to the Ambassador's Lounge opened Ketal saw that he had intruded upon a meeting, he inclined his head in respect and apology to the Ambassador who was holding the floor and turned to leave. Her voice however stopped him before he could exit the Lounge. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2406.10.22 (USS Mystique - Ambassador's Lounge - Ambassador Anastasia Tar-Tharian, 1056) Ana had finally got to talk with Travis, as Keswick told her to call him, to see what he had wanted when the door opened. There stood Mr. Ketal and it was clear that he had wanted or needed to talk to her but he then made his apologies. "No appologies needed, come in and what is on your mind?" Ana told him then turned to Travis. "I think we will have plenty of time to talk more, could you excuse us?" --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.22 (USS Mystique - Computer Lab - Ensign Jason Dema - 1202) Jason was close to finding a pattern when Travis walked back in. "According to my notes, Adjust the beam control assembly master circuit to allow for a tightly condensed beam, set the computer to rotate the beam frequency." Just at that moment, the computer finished his search and the results displayed on the screen, and Travis continued. "With the tightened beam and the rotating frequency when the beam brakes throw the computer will stop and stay at the proper setting. I think this will work it might take a little adjusting but I think this will work" Travis gave the PADD to Jason and Jason studied it for a while.... "This is interesting, but did it work at the academy? and what kind of anomaly's were it?" (reply Keswick) "But a tight beam, if I'm correct, this will produce more heat in the weapon-systems. If there is combat, we need to cool them down faster, or they'll overheat. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2406.10.22 (USS Mystique - Computer Lab -TASC Ensign Travis Keswick - 1204) "This is interesting, but did it work at the academy? and what kind of anomaly's were it?" Jason sead well looking at the padd Yes but to overcome the over heating of the weapon systems we reinforced the prefire chamber and the emitter crystals by transferring the extra power back throw the safety interlock assembly and dispersing it thew out the hole weapon system.the system will heat up but if we reinforce the beam control assembly it should handle the extra heat. and will cool down at a faster rate. (Reply Jason) Then Travis demonstrates the modifications on the computer simulation. This will work trust me. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.23 (USS Mystique, Shuttlebay, CO Captain Vanyssa Winters, 0900) Vanyssa was in the shuttle bay as the team was getting ready to head over to the decaying ship. She walked over to Tourana and spoke softly, "Your orders are to get the away team out of there with the modified transporters if there is trouble, Ensign. That is your number one priority." (reply Tourana) She spoke to Hhril. "If there is any trouble, your first priority is the away team, not the planet. Understand ?" Vanyssa knew that this was Hhril's first mission in command, and she was going to have to trust him. "Ensign Dema, is your team ready to go ?" She looked at the couple of combat engineers that Lee had assigned to this expedition and hoped that their combined experience would aid the mission. (reply Dema) She nodded to Sarouk. "God speed to you, and good luck." --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.23 (USS Mystique - Shuttlebay - Ensign Jason Dema - 0905) Jason was checking his team before departure, when suddenly Vanyssa came up to him. "Ensign Dema, is your team ready to go ?" "Yes Ma'am, we're ready to leave any time." --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.23 (USS Mystique, Conference Room, CO Captain Vanyssa Winters, 0950) "Mr. Belinia, Dr. Weir, Dr. Mias, Mr. Keswick, Mr. Ketal, Mr. Herk, and Ambassador, please report to the conference room at your earliest convenience. Quite quickly the rest of the senior staff assembled. Vanyssa looked them over. "Dr. Weir, Are the preperations ready to modify some of our people to go down to the planet ?" Kellita nodded. "We can make the suitable alterations to skin and hair and body, Captain. It will take about a half hour per person. There is a great deal of variation among the people that we have observed. Not all of them have the 'wings' so I think that only one of our people will have them. And I think I've come up with a way to make them fly." She said with a grin, illustrating on the screen. "Excellent." Vanyssa replied. "Mr. Herk, you are the best pilot that we have on this ship. Therefore, you will not be going on this away mission, I need you here in order to pilor my ship. Please chose a suitable pilot from among your staff." (reply Herk - Al just make a PC up :-) "Dr. Mias, you will be going to the planet, as will Mr. Belinia, Mr. Keswick and Mr. Ketal. Ambassador, it is up to you if you would like to participate in this away mission - I will not order you. Mr. Keswick, speak with Major Lee about acquiring a team of two skilled marines to accompany you. I want all of you implanted with locators and in-ear comms, as well as voice communicators. I want there to be no chance that anything can happen to you. You are all too important to the continued functionality of this vessel." (reply Mias, Belinia, Keswick, Ketal, Ambassador) Dr. Weir spoke up, "Captain, I think one of the medical personnel should go along to assist with the away team." Vanyssa nodded. "Of course, please select someone suitable, Dr. Weir." Kellita inclined her head in agreement. "Your primary mission is to ascertain what these people know about their ancestors, how they arrived, what exactly this 'flying box of the forefathers' is and to find out what they know about that ship. Any other data that you collect will of course be invaluable." Vanyssa looked around the table, catching each of their eyes. "You will not reveal yourselves to be outsiders, this is not a first contact mission. You will act as much like these people as you can. Ambassador, Dr. Mias, I believe you have already programmed the replicator for suitable clothing, accessories and currency ?" (Reply Ambassador, Mias) Vanyssa nodded. "You will leave at 1400 today for the planet. Mr. Belinia, I leave the further planning of this mission up to you." Vanyssa said, getting up and heading out. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.23 (USS Mystique, Conference Room, Ambassador Anastasia Tar-Tharian, 0952) =/\=Mr. Belinia, Dr. Weir, Dr. Mias, Mr. Keswick, Mr. Ketal, Mr. Herk, and Ambassador, please report to the conference room at your earliest convenience.=/\= Ana heard over the com system and she headed for the conference room once again. When she arrived most of the others had already arrived, so, she found her seat and sat down. "Dr. Weir, Are the preperations ready to modify some of our people to go down to the planet ?" Vanyssa said as she looked everyone over. Kellita nodded. "We can make the suitable alterations to skin and hair and body, Captain. It will take about a half hour per person. There is a great deal of variation among the people that we have observed. Not all of them have the 'wings' so I think that only one of our people will have them. And I think I've come up with a way to make them fly." She said with a grin, illustrating on the screen. "Excellent." Vanyssa replied. "Mr. Herk, you are the best pilot that we have on this ship. Therefore, you will not be going on this away mission, I need you here in order to pilor my ship. Please chose a suitable pilot from among your staff." "Dr. Mias, you will be going to the planet, as will Mr. Belinia, Mr. Keswick and Mr. Ketal. Ambassador, it is up to you if you would like to participate in this away mission - I will not order you. Mr. Keswick, speak with Major Lee about acquiring a team of two skilled marines to accompany you. I want all of you implanted with locators and in-ear comms, as well as voice communicators. I want there to be no chance that anything can happen to you. You are all too important to the continued functionality of this vessel." Riven just smiled back to Vanyssa her knowing what was on his mind he did not need to speak it. "Captain, I would love to accompany the away team as I want to see how we react with the people and I would love to learn of those we watch. You never know when and where an ambassador will be needed." Ana said in a non committal tone but she did smile. Ana did not listen to the next set of comments but looked over to where Keswick was sitting and knew that he would be there. She would have to watch him closely to see how he performs. She was brought back when the captain started talking about the mission. "Your primary mission is to ascertain what these people know about their ancestors, how they arrived, what exactly this 'flying box of the forefathers' is and to find out what they know about that ship. Any other data that you collect will of course be invaluable." Vanyssa looked around the table, catching each of their eyes. "You will not reveal yourselves to be outsiders, this is not a first contact mission. You will act as much like these people as you can. Ambassador, Dr. Mias, I believe you have already programmed the replicator for suitable clothing, accessories and currency ?" "Yes, Captain we have after much study of all the people we could find. I believe that they will be suitable for the surrounding natives." Ana replied Vanyssa nodded. "You will leave at 1400 today for the planet. Mr. Belinia, I leave the further planning of this mission up to you." Vanyssa said, getting up and heading out. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2406.10.23 (USS Mystique- Conference Room- Conn- Lt Herkimer 78 - 0955) "Mr. Herk, you are the best pilot that we have on this ship. Therefore, you will not be going on this away mission, I need you here in order to pilot my ship. Please chose a suitable pilot from among your staff." Herk sat still for a moment, a little disappointed. S/he had already begun to think about things to do witht the other ship in order to keep it from falling to the planet. S/he had wondered whether after all these years if the engines still worked. Now,s/he was going to be staying behind. It made sense, s/he just didn't like it. There wasn't much choice on a new ship like Mystique. Herk, of course, had checked out the other pilots, and Conn officers and knew who s/he'd want if something had happened to hir. "I would recommed Ensign Bill Jansen," she said. "He's probably the best matural pilot I've seen in a while. He is young though Captain, and he may need a heavy hand." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.23 (USS Mystique, Conference Room, TASC Ensign Travis Keswick, 0955) Travis walked into the conference room and took a set next to the Ambassador. "Dr. Mias, you will be going to the planet, as will Mr. Belinia, Mr. Keswick and Mr. Ketal. Ambassador, it is up to you if you would like to participate in this away mission - I will not order you. Mr. Keswick, speak with Major Lee about acquiring a team of two skilled marines to accompany you. I want all of you implanted with locators and in-ear comms, as well as voice communicators. I want there to be no chance that anything can happen to you. You are all too important to the continued functionality of this vessel." Travis looked at the CO. "Yes Ma'am. As the captain continued with the mission briefing he took notes on his padd. "You will leave at 1400 today for the planet. Mr. Belinia, I leave the further planning of this mission up to you." As the captain got up and left the room Travis stood up "Ambassador when time permits may I speak to you". Then Travis turned and walked out the door and headed to Major Lee's office. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.23 (USS Mystique - Conference Room, - CSO Ketal - 0957) "Mr. Belinia, Dr. Weir, Dr. Mias, Mr. Keswick, Mr. Ketal, Mr. Herk, and Ambassador, please report to the conference room at your earliest convenience. Ketal was at Science 1 on the bridge when Vanyssa's call for a meeting came over the intercom, he set the computer to record the accumulating data while on standby and returned the board to passive sensor scans. Those called arrived quickly and the Captain began giving out instructions with no delay. "Dr. Weir, Are the preperations ready to modify some of our people to go down to the planet ?" The woman nodded. "We can make the suitable alterations to skin and hair and body, Captain. It will take about a half hour per person. There is a great deal of variation among the people that we have observed. Not all of them have the 'wings' so I think that only one of our people will have them. And I think I've come up with a way to make them fly." She grinned at the last remark and brought up a diagram on the screen. "Excellent." Vanyssa replied. "Mr. Herk, you are the best pilot that we have on this ship. Therefore, you will not be going on this away mission, I need you here in order to pilor my ship. Please chose a suitable pilot from among your staff." "I would recommed Ensign Bill Jansen," S/he said. "He's probably the bestnatural pilot I've seen in a while. He is young though Captain, and he mayneed a heavy hand." "Dr. Mias, you will be going to the planet, as will Mr. Belinia, Mr. Keswick and Mr. Ketal. Ambassador, it is up to you if you would like to participate in this away mission - I will not order you. Mr. Keswick, speak with Major Lee about acquiring a team of two skilled marines to accompany you. I want all of you implanted with locators and in-ear comms, as well as voice communicators. I want there to be no chance that anything can happen to you. You are all too important to the continued functionality of this vessel." Ketal nodded at her orders. "Understood Captain." "Captain, I would love to accompany the away team as I want to see how we react with the people and I would love to learn of those we watch. You never know when and where an ambassador will be needed." The Ambassador said with a smile. Dr. Weir spoke up, "Captain, I think one of the medical personnel should go along to assist with the away team." Vanyssa nodded. "Of course, please select someone suitable, Dr. Weir."Kellita inclined her head in agreement. "Your primary mission is to ascertain what these people know about their ancestors, how they arrived, what exactly this 'flying box of the forefathers' is and to find out what they know about that ship. Any other data that you collect will of course be invaluable." Vanyssa looked around the table, catching each of their eyes. "You will not reveal yourselves to be outsiders, this is not a first contact mission. You will act as much like these people as you can. Ambassador, Dr. Mias, I believe you have already programmed the replicator for suitable clothing, accessories and currency ?" Ketal was pleased that he had been chosen to go to the planet on the first mission, this was an extraordinary opportunity to observe a hybrid alien culture that had not yet been either contacted or observed by any Starfleet personnel. That they would not be revealing themselves to the natives was a given, the Prime Directive specifically stated that requirement for a culture still in this early stage of developement. Except under extraordinary circumstances could a culture be directly contacted by Starfleet personnel until after they had achieved spaceflight and a certain level of social developement. "Your primary mission is to ascertain what these people know about their ancestors, how they arrived, what exactly this 'flying box of the forefathers' is and to find out what they know about that ship. Any other data that you collect will of course be invaluable." Vanyssa looked around the table, catching each of their eyes. "You will not reveal yourselves to be outsiders, this is not a first contact mission. You will act as much like these people as you can. Ambassador, Dr. Mias, I believe you have alreadyprogrammed the replicator for suitable clothing, accessories and currency ?" "Yes, Captain we have after much study of all the people we could find. I believe that they will be suitable for the surrounding natives." The Ambassador replied Vanyssa nodded. "You will leave at 1400 today for the planet. Mr. Belinia, I leave the further planning of this mission up to you." Vanyssa said, getting up and heading out. Ketal nodded at her orders and waited for the Commander to begin his briefing. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.23 (USS Mystique - Conference Room, - TASC Ensign Travis Keswick - 0958) "Dr. Weir, Are the preperations ready to modify some of our people to go down to the planet ?" The woman nodded. "We can make the suitable alterations to skin and hair and body, Captain. It will take about a half hour per person. There is a great deal of variation among the people that we have observed. Not all of them have the 'wings' so I think that only one of our people will have them. And I think I've come up with a way to make them fly." She grinned at the last remark and brought up a diagram on the screen. "Excellent." Vanyssa replied. Dr Weir There will be two marines with us for security so I will have the wings.if you wont. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.23 (USS Mystique, Conference Room, Ambassador Anastasia Tar-Tharian, 0959) As the meeting was breaking up, Ana noticed that Travis had positioned himself were he could come by her to say something. She then made it easy for him to accomplish his goal, he was so obvious what he wanted to do. "Ambassador when time permits may I speak to you". "I would be glad to speak with you, Mr. Keswick. Just let me know when." She replied with a smile ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.23 (USS Mystique, Major Lees Office, TASC Ensign Travis Keswick 1010) Travis pressed the door bell out side major Lee's office. (Reply Lee) Travis walked into Lees office to see him siting behind his desk looking over a padd. "Major the captain has asked me to acquire two skilled marines to join me on an away mission" (Reply Lee) Thank you Please have them report to me as soon as it is convenience. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.23 (USS Mystique, Computer Lab, TASC Ensign Travis Keswick - 1200) Travis walked back into the computer lab where Jason was working. "According to my notes" Travis started as he looked at his padd. "Adjust the beam control assembly master circuit to allow for a tightly condensed beam." "Set the computer to rotate the beam frequency." "With the tightened beam and the rotating frequency when the beam brakes throw the computer will stop and stay at the proper setting". "I think this will work it might take a little adjusting but I think this will work" He sead as he handed the padd to Jason. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2406.10.23 (USS Mystique, Ready Room ,CO, Captain Vanyssa Winters, 1230) Vanyssa sat on her bridge, reviewing her performance records. ~It's a trap.~ Was her immediate reaction. She got up, staring at the shuttle. "Lt. Herk, is it broadcasting the proper codes ?" Herk replied that it did indeed. "Let it dock, but have security watch it." She said, frowning even deeper. Someone should have told her that she was to be expecting new personnel. "I'll be in my ready room. Have the new personnel report there." She stalked into her ready room, trying not to slam something in the way. It really made her truly angry that no one had thought to inform her of this man's arrival. "Come in" Vanyssa stated when the chime went off. "Ensign James C. Denton, reporting for duty Sir." stated James proudly. Vanyssa frowned at him. "Ensign, who posted you here ?" She asked, stopping her pacing and standing directly in front of the new Ensign. (reply Denton) "And what post did he post you at ? Did he give you orders?" She said, firing rapid questions at him. Oo'lish had somehow slipped into the room and was at a post behind Vanyssa. Vanyssa was very glad to have her bodyguard there. (reply Denton) "I see." She said, taking the PADD from her and moving behind her desk, seeing Jopek's glyph appear as well as the computer verifying that all the security codes were right. "Ensign, I sense no deceit from you, I sense only confusion. Allow me to explain to you what is going on at the moment. The Fleet you have just joined is considered to be traitors by the rest of Starfleet. The ship you have just been assigned to is on a search and destroy mission by Starfleet. I don't know if you are loyal to Admiral Doenitz or Admiral LoDona. I wasn't even expecting you. You are very lucky that you didn't get blown out of the sky. At the moment your superior is over there..." And she pointed out the window. "On that old Earth style colonization ship, trying to make it not fall into the athmosphere. I'm sorry, I don't have time for you to settle in at the moment. Seek out Commander Belinnia, the First Officer and ask him to explain things to you further. Then report to medical for an exam by Dr. Weir and Radchenko. Finally, report to Engineering and speak with the Duty Officer to bring you up to speed. The Mystique is not a standard Akira ship -- she has a number of modifications useful to her as an exploratory vessel." (reply Denton) "Dismissed, Ensign. Make me proud." When he was gone, Vanyssa sat back down and began to compose a message to Jopek and LoDona, informing them that they really needed to send some word about new personnel arriving. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.23 (Resorte Training Facilities, Admiral's Office Ensign Denton- 15.05) James left the Admiral's Office, feeling proud and excited that he was going to start his Starfleet career. Under the orders of Admiral Jopek, James reported to the Shuttle Hangar. He walked in and found just one shuttle and the pilot leaning up against the ship. "Hey. I guess you're Ensign Denton. I'm Lt. Parker. Well get in, I hear you need to get to the Mystique quickly." The shuttle left the hangar and quickly cleared the Earth's orbit. The shuttle jumped to warp and left the solar system. After a couple of days the Mystique was finally visible. It was nothing as how James had pictured. He never served on a starship of that size or class. The shuttle was clear for docking and Lt. Parker brought the shuttle in slowly. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.20 (USS Mystique - Sickbay - Ensign Jason Dema & Cassandra Dema - 0910) (USS Mystique - quarters - Sarah Nevada - 0924) (USS Mystique - Sickbay - Ensign Jason Dema & Cassandra Dema & Sarah Nevada - 0926) (USS Mystique - Hallway - Ensign Jason Dema & Sarah Nevada - 0956) ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2406.10.22 (USS Mystique, Conference Room, TASC Ensign Travis Keswick, 1000) (USS Mystique - Ambassador's Lounge - CSO Ketal - 1057) (USS Mystique - Computer Lab - Ensign Jason Dema - 1206) (USS Mystique - Computer Lab - Tasc Ensign Travis Keswick- 1207) (USS Mystique - Bridge - Ensign Jason Dema - 1215) (USS Mystique - Bridge - Tasc Ensign Travis Keswick - 1216) ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------- 2406.10.23 (USS Mystique - FO's Office; FO Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia; 0900) (USS Mystique - FO's Office; FO Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia; 0953) (USS Mystique - Sickbay, - TASC Ensign Travis Keswick - 1105) (USS Mystique - Sickbay, - CMO - Dr. Kellita Weir - 1108) (USS Mystique - Mess Hall; FO Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia; 1230) (USS Mystique, Ready Room ,ACEO, Ensign Denton, 1233) (USS Mystique, Ready Room ,ACEO, Ensign Denton, 1238) (USS Mystique, Ready Room ,ACEO, Ensign Denton, 1250) (USS Mystique, Ready Room ,ACEO, Ensign Denton, 1320) ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.20 (USS Mystique - Sickbay - Ensign Jason Dema & Cassandra Dema - 0910) Jason asked for a day of leave to spend the day with his sister who became concious yesterday, and also he hoped to see the person who brought the gifts. He walked into sickbay and walked to his sister. "Jason." she tried to yell, but she still felt a bit weak. "Sssssshhhttt, save your strenght to heal right now." "Aren't you supposed to work right now?" "Nope, I asked for a day of, just for you." Cassandra smiled. "Just rest a bit more, and if it's allowed we'll go take a walk, and I have a surprise for you." Trying to be enthousiastic but still to tired. great, what?" She asked with a raspy voice. "you'll see, now, just concentrate on your healing, I'll be right here if you need me." ------------------------------------------------------------------------ -------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.20 (USS Mystique - quarters - Sarah Nevada - 0924) Sarah was getting ready for her next visit to Cassandra, but knowing she was awake she dressed up a bit, and started to think what she would bring today. She walked around her room for a bit, and decided to bring another bouquet of flowers, as she couldn't think of anything else. She replicated some, and binded them together and went on her way to sickbay. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2406.10.20 (USS Mystique - Sickbay - Ensign Jason Dema & Cassandra Dema & Sarah Nevada - 0926) Jason saw that his sister fell asleep, and decided to get some coffee for him, so he walked out of sickbay and headed to the mess-hall, while from the other side Sarah approached. Sarah stepped into sickbay, and saw that Cassandra was asleep. She put the flower next to the bed and held cassandra's hand. Suddenly Cassandra woke up, squeezing Sarah's hand tightly. "Ouch." she said. "That's a lot of power you got there." Cassandra lifted her head to see Sarah sitting next to her. "Hi Sarah, how are you today?" Sarah laughed. "That's something I have to ask you, but I'm fine thanks. How are you?" "Better, look I can move my arm again." Cassandra showed she could move her arm, though it was still weak. "That's great, you'll be out of here in no time." "You think so?" "offcourse, but don't get dissapointed if it takes longer then you think, but I think it won't be long anymore." Cassandra smiled. A bit later Jason returned to sickbay, and saw someone sitting next to Cassandra. He decided to wait a bit to see how they interacted. He could hear them laughing, and talking. ~Is she the one who is bringing her gifts?~ He thought to himself. He didn't recognise Sarah yet cause he only saw her face before. But Cassandra spotted Jason, and motioned him to come closer. Sarah saw that Cassandra was calling someone and turned to see at who. Jason saw that Cassandra was asking him to come closer, and as he did, the girl turned around and rememberred her face. Sarah saw Jason coming, and saw on his face that he was surprised to see her, and she started to blush. Jason stood on the opposite side of the bed and bend over to Cassandra. "Hey Cassie, tell me, is she the one bringing you the gifts?" "Yep, guilty as charged." "Excuse us for a second." "Ma'am, I have to ask you to come with me, please do not resist." Cassandra looked worried, and thought Jsaon was mad at Sarah. "Jason." She said. "Be nice to her." "Could you wait outside please?" Jason asked Sarah. "Yes Sir." While Sarah was walking out Jason turned to Cassandra. "Don't worry, I'm just playing around." He winked. "Okay, good luck........" Jason turned around and Cassandra continued. "Loverboy." "Cassie." Cassandra laughed. "Gotcha." Jason smiled and walked out of sickbay. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2406.10.20 (USS Mystique - Hallway - Ensign Jason Dema & Sarah Nevada - 0956) "Come with me miss." Sarah followed without asking what he was doing. Jason kept on walking untill they arrived in the lounge. "Need something to drink?" He asked with a friendly face. "For a moment there I thought you were mad at me." "Impossible, I can't be mad at people who are nice to my sister, I was just playing around." "Oh you." Sarah hit Jason and he tried to run away, Sarah ran after him. They ran all over the lounge like 2 kids playing tag. Jason suddenly stopped and turned around. Sarah couldn't stop anymore and bumped into him and both falling to the floor. Jason fell first and Sarah on top of him. They struggled for a little while, and eventually ason overpowered her leaving their heads only inches away from each other. "I got you now." Jason said. "Yep, I guess so. They stared for a little while longer, there was some kind of magic for a moment, but for some reason, Jason snapped out of it. "So, are you finally gonna tell me what you wanna drink?" Jason stood up and pulled her up to. "I'll just have some water." Jason stepped to the bar asking for 2 glasses of water. He returned to see that Sarah allready took place in the seat Jason sat 2 days ago. He sat next to her, offering her a glass of water. "So tell me." He started. "Why did you do it?" "Do what?" "The flowers, the doll. Nobody does something for no reason." "Well, two days ago, I saw you sitting here, and when you looked at me, I saw tears in your eyes. I looked for the reason, and found out about your sister, and to lighten the burden a bit, I decided to help out a bit. I would have told you sometimes it was me, but I didn't count on it that you would come in allready." "I asked for a day off to spend it with my sister, and I also hoped to see who it was that brought those gifts. I really appreciate what your doing, I'm not gonna tell you to stop, but you don't need to bring flowers or anything. It's enough for me to know that she isn't alone while I'm working, and it pleases me more that she likes you." Sarah smiled, she was glad that Jason wasn't mad. Jason then stood up and reached out his hand. "Friends?" He asked. Sarah's smile got even bigger and she reached for his hand and stood up also. "Friends." She said. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2406.10.22 (USS Mystique, Conference Room, TASC Ensign Travis Keswick, 1000) As Cmadr Belina took over the briefing Travis sow that he was nerves. Then He started "Okay, this is how I want to do this. I want two teams. Team one will consist of me, the Ambassador, Mr Ketal, the medical Officer and one marine. Team two is Dr Mias, Mr Keswick, Mr Jansen and the second marine. One's mission is to discover the history of the people. Their knowledge of the 'Flying Box of the Forefathers' and in a general sense, how this 'Flying Box of the Forefathers' has affected the growth and development of the society. We will be located in the Capital City - Matais. Once there we will make our way to the Central Library and the main University. We will pose as unaffiliated historians. I think if we all come from different cities we should make it without a problem. I'll deal with that later. Two's mission is to discover the governmental structure, military and civil protection. Find out how the five cities interact, are their any rivalries that we need to be aware of? Also try to get any information on the current scientific thinking. You will be based here, in the city Falais. It seems to be the Second City, but it has the highest proportion of 'ornate' buildings. It could be the Administrative centre of the civilization. See if you can get into any of these buildings, and report what you find. Okay, Dr, Mr Ketal and a marine. You all come from the city - Jais. Ambassador, Mr Keswick, Mr Jansen, am marine and the medical Officer all come from Lais. Myself, I will be from Matais. I expect that you will all be intimate with the information we currently have on these cities. Any questions or comments?" Peter stood and faced the room. All those eyes were staring at him. Travis spoke up "Commander I only ask this as the security officer on this away mission but what do we do if we are met with violence. and if we get separated. I ask this only because we don't know what to expect we know vary little about these People. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ---------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.22 (USS Mystique - Ambassador's Lounge - CSO Ketal - 1057) "No appologies needed, come in and what is on your mind?" The Ambassador said then spoke briefly to the Tac/Sc officer Keswick. Ketal waited until they had finished their conversation and then said. "Yes Ambassador, it is about the transmission from the surface the Captain had forwarded a short while ago. I have made some extrapolations about it and wished to consult with you on them at your earliest convenience. I see that you are busy now and could speak with you later if you wish." ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ---------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.22 (USS Mystique - Computer Lab - Ensign Jason Dema - 1206) "Yes but to overcome the over heating of the weapon systems we reinforced the prefire chamber and the emitter crystals by transferring the extra power back through the safety interlock assembly and dispersing it throughout the whole weapon system. the system will heat up but if we reinforce the beam control assembly it should handle the extra heat. and will cool down at a faster rate." Jason thought about it for a second... "We'll need to run a few simulations on it, and also a test with the real weapons." Then Jason saw Travis walking to the computer, to see he allready made a simulation. "This will work trust me." Jason looked in Travis's eyes, to see his belief in his proposal. He then tapped his combadge. =/\= Ensign Dema to engineering, I'm gonna send you some modifications that need to be made to the weapons. =/\= (reply engineering) =/\= How long will it take to complete the modifications? =/\= (reply engineering) =/\= Okay, notify me when you're finished. =/\= Jason turned to Travis again. "Let's hope it's done before we need them, in the meanwhile, we have to synchronise the weapons to the anomalies." ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ---------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.22 (USS Mystique - Computer Lab - TASC Ensign Travis Keswick - 1207) Jason turned to Travis again. "Let's hope it's done before we need them, in the meanwhile, we have to synchronize the weapons to the anomalies." jason sead "It Will Trust me" Travis sead with confidence "Ok Lets get synchronizing" he sead with a smile. Then Travis turned to Jason as they worked on the weapon systems "Jason how is Cassandra doing if you don't mind me asking" ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------ (USS Mystique - Bridge - Ensign Jason Dema - 1215) Jason and Travis were working on the phasers when suddenly Travis asked an odd question. "Jason how is Cassandra doing if you don't mind me asking" Jason smiled and gave a sigh. "Talk about the right moment, well, she's okay I guess, she slowly learning how to use her body again, but she's on the better hand. And besides, when I'm not around, then someone else is there to care for her." ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------ (USS Mystique - Bridge - Tasc Ensign Travis Keswick - 1216) Jason smiled and gave a sigh. "Talk about the right moment, well, she's okay I guess, she slowly learning how to use her body again, but she's on the better hand. And besides, when I'm not around, then someone else is there to care for her." "Well I'm glad to here that, she is a wonderful little girl she is lucky to have a brother that cars about her as much as you do. "So how come she is not with your mom and dad. I just ask because a starship seams to be a dangerous place to rase a child more so this one". he asked as he worked looking up at Jason?. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ----------------------------------------------------- 2406.10.23 (USS Mystique - FO's Office; FO Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia; 0900) Peter had spent the whole of yesterday, and the begining of today, planning the away mission. He had defined the perameters and objectives that they were to meet. He did not know who exactly the Captain wanted on the mission, but he was factoring in a mixture of abilities which he deemed appropriate. He was currently reviewing the data when the Captain ordered him to the Conference Lounge. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------- 2406.10.23 (USS Mystique - FO's Office; FO Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia; 0953) Peter walked in to see the Captain sitting in her chair at the head of the table. She was reading a PADD and drinking from a cup. She put them down as he approached. "Good morning Captain." He breathed in deeply, he was nervous. This was his first undercover away mission, and his first planet side AM in > command. He took a seat next to Vanyssa as the others filed into the room. (Reply Cpatain, iyw) Once the rest of the officers had seated themselves and said their 'good mornings', the Captain started the briefing. It was going well, then she turned to him. "Dr. Mias, you will be going to the planet, as will Mr. Belinia, Mr. Keswick and Mr. Ketal. Ambassador, it is up to you if you would like to participate in this away mission - I will not order you. Mr. Keswick, speak with Major Lee about acquiring a team of two skilled marines to accompany you. I want all of you implanted with locators and in-ear comms, as well as voice communicators. I want there to be no chance that anything can happen to you. You are all too important to the continued functionality of this vessel." She said. Peter nodded his head and looked around at his team. The Captain continued on. Dr. Weir spoke up, "Captain, I think one of the medical personnel should go along to assist with the away team." Vanyssa nodded. "Of course, please select someone suitable, Dr. Weir." Kellita inclined her head in agreement. "Your primary mission is to ascertain what these people know about their ancestors, how they arrived, what exactly this 'flying box of the forefathers' is and to find out what they know about that ship. Any other data that you collect will of course b invaluable." Vanyssa looked around the table, catching each of their eyes. "You will not reveal yourselves to be outsiders, this is not a first contact mission. You will act as much like these people as you can. Ambassador, Dr. Mias, I believe you have already programmed the replicator for suitable clothing, accessories and currency ?" (Reply Ambassador, Mias) Vanyssa nodded. "You will leave at 1400 today for the planet. Mr. Belinia, I leave the further planning of this mission up to you." She said and then left them to it. Peter took another deep breath and rose, heading to the display console. "Okay, this is how I want to do this. I want two teams. Team one will consist of me, the Ambassador, Mr Ketal, the medical Officer and one marine. Team two is Dr Mias, Mr Keswick, Mr Jansen and the second marine. One's mission is to discover the history of the people. Their knowledge of the 'Flying Box of the Forefathers' and in a general sense, how this 'Flying Box of the Forefathers' has affected the growth and development of the society. We will be located in the Capital City - Matais. Once there we will make our way to the Central Library and the main University. We will pose as unaffiliated historians. I think if we all come from different cities we should make it without a problem. I'll deal with that later. Two's mission is to discover the governmental structure, military and civil protection. Find out how the five cities interact, are their any rivalries that we need to be aware of? Also try to get any information on the current scientific thinking. You will be based here, in the city Falais. It seems to be the Second City, but it has the highest proportion of 'ornate' buildings. It could be the Administrative centre of the civilization. See if you can get into any of these buildings, and report what you find. Okay, Dr, Mr Ketal and a marine. You all come from the city - Jais. Ambassador, Mr Keswick, Mr Jansen, am marine and the medical Officer all come from Lais. Myself, I will be from Matais. I expect that you will all be intimate with the information we currently have on these cities. Any questions or comments?" Peter stood and faced the room. All those eyes were staring at him. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2406.10.23 (USS Mystique - Sickbay, - TASC Ensign Travis Keswick - 1105) Travis walked throw the doors and into sickbay and stoped just inside the doors. "So, Mr. Keswick, you want wings." Dr. Weir said with a grin. "What can I say I'm a thrill sicker. Travis sead with a smile. "Hop on up," She said, leading him to an isolated area of sickbay. Lead the way Doc. he sead as they walked over to the bio bed "Strip, Mr. Keswick." She said grinning. As travis started removing his uniform. "Have you given any thought to what color you would like your hair, skin and eyes? The only constant down there is that they don't look anything like our typical colouring combinations." Travis thought for a moment. "Hmm I have always liked dark colors it must have been because of all the years I have spent with the Klingons". He sead as he looked at her and smiled. As she turned her back so he could take off his uniform. "Did you get a medical exam when you came on board, Mr. Keswick?" She asked, trying to sound both clinical and personable at the same time. "No not yet I have not had time". he sead as he finished getting undressed. But we might as well get it out of the way if you have time.He sead looking at Weir. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ---------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.23 (USS Mystique - Sickbay, - CMO - Dr. Kellita Weir - 1108) Kellita smiles as Keswick came in. "So, Mr. Keswick, you want wings." She said with a grin. "Hop on up," She said, leading him to an isolated area of sickbay. "Strip, Mr. Keswick." She said grinning. "Have you given any thought to what color you would like your hair, skin and eyes? The only constant down there is that they don't look anything like our typical colouring combinations." She turned her back to allow him some privacy in undressing. "Did you get a medical exam when you came on board, Mr. Keswick?" She asked, trying to sound both clinical and personable at the same time. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ---------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.23 (USS Mystique - Mess Hall; FO Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia; 1230) Peter had yet to be called to sickbay for his cosmetic surgery. He was sat eating a small meal, going over departmental reports. He sat alone for some time until he was interupted by a young Ensign. " Commander, I was ordered by the Captain to come see you and and receive a briefing on our current situation." He said. Peter stood and shook the new officers hand. "Please take a seat." Petrer looked at the new arrival before speaking. "I was not aware that you had been assigned to the Mystique Ensign. I am sure that the Captain has informed you about our predicament with Starfleet, and has deemed you worthy of the Mystique, else you would be on a shuttle back to Doenitz right now. Suffice to say, we are in a spot of bother. Our current mission is to survey the planet we are orbiting. I am leading an away mission to the surface at fourteen hundered hours. There is also a second team which has been sent to an old Earth vessel which is also in orbit. They are to take it apart before the orbit decays to such an extent that the gravity well pulls it to the surface, casusing planet wide devestation. That mission will be in quite a vulnerable spot as the transporters will not work due to the local spacial environment. Did the Captain say what she wanted your role to be during all this?" Peter sat back and wiped his mouth on his napkin, took a sip of his lemonade and waited for the reply. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ----------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.23 (USS Mystique, Ready Room ,ACEO, Ensign Denton, 1233) Vanyssa frowned at him. "Ensign, who posted you here ?" She asked, stopping her pacing and standing directly in front of the new Ensign. "And what post did he post you at ? Did he give you orders?" James was taken back by all the questions. He cleared his throat in which to respond. " I was posted here by Admiral Jopek, in the position of Assistant Chief Engineering Officer. He did not give me any direct orders, just to report to you Sir. "I see." She said, taking the PADD from her and moving behind her desk, seeing Jopek's glyph appear as well as the computer verifying that all the security codes were right. "Ensign, I sense no deceit from you, I sense only confusion. Allow me to explain to you what is going on at the moment. The Fleet you have just joined is considered to be traitors by the rest of Starfleet. The ship you have just been assigned to is on a search and destroy mission by Starfleet. I don't know if you are loyal to Admiral Doenitz or Admiral LoDona. I wasn't even expecting you. You are very lucky that you didn't get blown out of the sky. At the moment your superior is over there..." And she pointed out the window. "On that old Earth style colonization ship, trying to make it not fall into the athmosphere. I'm sorry, I don't have time for you to settle in at the moment. Seek out Commander Belinnia, the First Officer and ask him to explain things to you further. Then report to medical for an exam by Dr. Weir and Radchenko. Finally, report to Engineering and speak with the Duty Officer to bring you up to speed. The Mystique is not a standard Akira ship -- she has a number of modifications useful to her as an exploratory vessel." "Aye Sir." replied James "Dismissed, Ensign. Make me proud." Looking proud and mildly confused James left the Captains ready room. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ----------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.23 (USS Mystique, Ready Room ,ACEO, Ensign Denton, 1238) James left thr ready room a little confusedm but deermined to show the Captain what he was made of. He left the bridge and sought out the nearest computer panel." Computer locate Commander Belinnia." stated James=/\= Commmander Bellinia is in the mess hall=/\= James started towards the mess hall in order to talk to the commander. HE looked around untill he found the commander. He approached him and addressed him. " Commander, I was ordered by the Captain to come see you and and receive a briefing on our current situation." ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ---------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.23 (USS Mystique, Ready Room ,ACEO, Ensign Denton, 1250) After being briefed thoroughly by Commander Belinnia, it was was time for James to report for a medical exam in the sickbay. He left the ready room and once again looked for a console in which to locate the sickbay. He found out it was on Deck four. He found a turbolift and stepped inside. " Deck four." James said He walked into the sickbay and was greeted by a man. " Hello, you must be Mr. Denton" said the man " I'm Sergei Radchenko lets just wait for Dr. Weir to get here and we'll start some tests on you." ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.23 (USS Mystique, Ready Room ,ACEO, Ensign Denton, 1320) James had just finnished his medical exams, and now to finnish his orders he had to speak with the Engineering officer, who he found out was Lt. Sarouk. He made his way to a turbo lift and took it down to engineering. He found Lt. Sarouk. " Lt.", James said loudly Sarouk was working in a very loud area so it took him awhile to respond. He looked at James and said " Ah, you must be Ensign Denton. I have received orders to 'bring you up to speed' on our situation. James walked over with the Lieutenant to a more quiet area. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2406.10.23 (USS Fleet of Foot, OPS, Lt (jg) HHril, 0950) (USS Fleet of Foot - Ensign Jason Dema - 0956) (Conestoga Class Ship, OPS, Lt (jg) HHril, 1030) (USS Mystique - Mess Hall; ACEO Ensign Denton ; 1235) (USS Gunnel - Pilot- Ensign Bill Jansen- 1405) (USS Gunnel - TASC Ensign Travis Keswick - 1410) (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais - Ensign Travis Keswick - 1432) (USS Mystique- Bridge- Conn- Lt. Herkimer 78- 1442) (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais -Dr. Riven Mias - 1443) (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais -Ensign Travis Keswick - 1445) (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais -Ensign Bill Jansen - 1452) (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais -Ensign Travis Keswick - 1453) (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Matais - CESgt Peters & Nurse Ens Jones; 1500) (Planet: Raellius VI - City of Matais - Market place - CSO Ketal - 1501) (USS Mystique, Bridge, CO, Captain Vanyssa Winters, 1510) (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais, Marketplace - Dr. Riven Mias - 1532) (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais, Marketplace - Ensign Travis Keswick - 1533) (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais, Marketplace - Ensign Jansen - 1534) (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais, plaza - Dr. Riven Mias - 1535) =/\= BEGIN COMPILE=/\= (USS Fleet of Foot, OPS, Lt (jg) HHril, 0950) Ensign Tourana had performed an external sweep of the Conestoga Class ship and they had been able to find what they were looking for, and a whole lot more. The old ship was still intact, but there were many places where the hull had buckled leaving vast sections of the interior of the ship open to space. This would undoubtedly cause complications for the away team, and HHril had run scans in an attempt to discern the extent of the damage to the interior of the ship. At last, they had come across a docking port. Perhaps the term went a bit beyond what it really was. A simple air lock on the side of the ship. It would serve it's purpose, however, as their entry way into the vessel. "Take us in, Ensign." HHril said as began scanning the airlock. "Very gently. We don't know what kind of shape the inertial dampening systems are in. The last thing we want to do is knock her into the atmosphere ourselves." HHril monitored as the skilled pilot officer slowly guided the runabout into position using only the thrusters. "Lieutenant HHril to Mystique. We are 10 meters from the Conestoga Colony vessel. 5 meters. 4. 3. 2. 1." A slight nudge was all that could be felt as Tourana docked the Fleet of Foot with its target. HHril began tapping commands into his console, ensuring that the ship was indeed capable of attaching to the airlock. He found that it was. "HHril to Mystique. We have hard dock." The first part of the mission had gone precisely as planned. They had docked with the ship without knocking it out of its orbit. It was a good start to his first mission in command, but there was so much more to do. ~Better get on with it.~ he thought to himself as spun his seat around to face Ensign Dema. "You're up." he said to the young officer as he rose from his seat and headed to the docking door in the rear compartment. "Take your men and perform a sweep of the docking area. I want onto that ship as quickly as possible. Is that understood?" (reply Dema) HHril hit three keys on the docking door and it opened, showing the exterior hull of the colony vessel. A ship that had not been touched by human hands in over 300 years. "Be safe." he said to Dema and his small team as he stepped back, allowing them to enter the airlock. He closed the door behind them and watched as their suit systems came online one at a time. They were about to enter a ship that left earth before the federation. Before the Earth Romulan war. What would they find on the other side? Only time would tell. HHril headed back to his seat in the front of the Runabout to watch the progress of the first wave of the away team. "Lieutenant Sarouk." he said as he spun around to face the Vulcan after receiving all clear from the security team on the ship. "We are next. Ensign Tourana." he said as he stood. "Keep your finger on the transporter button. I want to be able to get out of there as soon as possible." (reply Tourana) HHril smiled at her before he headed to the rear of the small ship and over to the docking door. But this time, it was so that he could step across and the unknown vessel. So many questions needed answers. What ship was this? What was it doing out here? Why didn't the colonists land the ship? Would they be able to save it? All these questions ran through his mind as he put his helmet into place. He heard the locks engage and all systems within the suit come on line. He stepped into the airlock, and this time was accompanied by Lieutenant Sarouk. Once inside, the door to the Runabout was closed and the door to the colony vessel was opened. HHril stepped through and into the world of pre-Federation Earth. [Posted by Matt] (USS Fleet of Foot - Ensign Jason Dema - 0956) Jason was relaxing the whole flight, waiting for the dock to commence, he heard the pilot counting down the distance to the ship, and felt a soft shock when they docked ~perfest landing~ He thought. Then Hhril turned to Jason. "You're up, Take your men and perform a sweep of the docking area. I want onto that ship as quickly as possible. Is that understood?" "Yes Sir." Jason turned to his team. "Okay guys, this is it, let's go." Hhril allready opened the airlock and Jason stepped in, followed by the rest of his team "Be safe." HHril said as they stepped in, and when everyone antered HHril closed the airlock. "Okay guys, turn on your suits, and watch each others backs." Jason decompressed the airlock, and turned to the hatch to see how it would open. there was a sturdy wheel wich didn't budge. "A little help here guys." A strong marine came forth and they put all their strenght on the wheel, wich slowly started moving. the more it moved the easier it got, and soon Jason could turn it alone. Then the wheel stopped and the door opened a bit. He pulled the door open and entered first, closely followed by the rest. When they entered, small corridor, probably to connect 2 large spaces with each other. He scanned for air and radiation, but the disturbances interfered. "Okay, I want this place secure as soon as possible." He divided the team in 2, each to scan a different direction. Jason took the one leading to the back of the ship and went in front together with 2 other marines while the other three went the other way. at certain points, the hallway was to narrow, so only one could pass at a time. they eventually came to a door and opened it, to see a large staging area, probably meant for housing colonists. =/\= All clear here Sir. =/\= sounded over the comms =/\= Same here.=/\= Jason said =/\= Ensign Jason to Lt. HHril, entrance is safe, it's safe to enter, we'll continue our search. I advise to keep your suits on at all time cause the scanners can't give a clear reading on the air and radiation. =/\= (reply HHril) "one of you stay here and provide escort for the Lt." Jason advanced, giving no attention to the mess in the room. he noticed some dead bodies but continued to secure the ship. He continued to the back of the ship scanning every part as good as possible. He entered yet another large area with many devices wich looked like generators. he assumed he was in engineering. Just then HHril sounded over the comms =/\= Mr. Dema, Have you located the engine room of the ship? =/\= =/\= Yes, At least I think so =/\= jason said. =/\= Excellent. Hold position. Lt. Sarouk and I are on our way. =/\= =/\= I've seen these devices before, they look pretty messed up, want me to take a look at them? =/\= (reply HHril) (posted by Anthony Struelens) (Conestoga Class Ship, OPS, Lt (jg) HHril, 1030) There was nothing particularly aesthetically pleasing about the interior of the vessel. As could be expected from a ship of this period, it was built for function, not comfort. The hallway they were in was narrow, barely large enough for two people to walk side by side. There were no casings on the walls. They were the metal constructs that held the ship together, nothing more. At 10 meter intervals, bulkheads caused the corridor to narrow even more so that only one person could pass through at a time. At the end of the corridor, HHril could see a doorway that had been opened by the security force and one of the men standing at the door. The flash of the cells carried by the men ahead could be seen in the room on the other side of the door. HHril and Sarouk began to advance towards the room. Stepping through the door, they found that they were in the main colonist chamber. This room was the largest single area on the ship. There were still remnants of the colonists in the chamber. Makeshift homes littered the interior. Fenced areas where livestock would have been kept were off to one end. There were also chicken coops and storage pools where fish would have been kept. All were empty now. HHril began to walk around the chamber of the ship. He started with the small makeshift houses. The first house seemed normal enough. A set of bunk beds against both walls in the first room would have been for children. This was also the main room of the house. A table and chairs still sat in the middle. A deck of cards scattered over the surface. Cookware hung on the walls and littered the floor as did the dishes. Some broken. Some intact. HHril approached the set bunk beds on the left wall of the house. Next to the pillow, a stuffed animal lie on its side. What had happened to make these people leave their ship in such a hurry. He approached the back room of the house. The door was closed. He pushed it open. What was waiting for him on the other side was not what he had expected. Laying on the bed in the middle of the room were the corpses of a man, a woman, and three young children. HHril was standing in a tomb. The mystery of this vessel had just gone to the next level. He tapped his comm badge as he exited the first house and entered a second. "Mr Sarouk. I think you better come over here." (reply Sarouk) The second house had been emptied of all its contents. A third house showed the same. Everything was gone. As they continued throughout the makeshift village, they came across several houses who's occupants had not left the ship and an equal number who had. Something had happened aboard this old ship that made half of the colonists stay on board while the other half left. The question was, what had happened? "What do you make of it?" he asked of the Vulcan. (reply Sarouk) He tapped his comm badge again. "HHril to Mystique." =/\=Go ahead Lieutenant.=/\= came the voice of the Captain. "We have located several corpses here, Sir." he said, shifting his weight as he spoke. "Approximatly half of the colonists are still aboard this ship. They never made it to the planet." (reply Winters) "Once we have stabalized the vessel in orbit, I would like permission to stay and try to figure out exactly what happened." (reply Winters) "Understood. HHril out." "We will have ample time to figure out exactly what happened once we have stabalized the ship in orbit." he said as he led the way out of the small house they were in. "That is our mission. That is our first priority. We need to find engineering section." He tapped his comm badge a third time. "Mr. Dema." he said not waiting for a reply. "Have you located the engine room of the ship?" (reply Dema) "Excellent. Hold position. Lt. Sarouk and I are on our way." (reply any, all noted above) (posted by Matthew Elias) (USS Mystique - Mess Hall; ACEO Ensign Denton ; 1235) "Did the Captain say what she wanted your role to be during all this?" Peter sat back and wiped his mouth on his napkin, took a sip of his lemonade and waited for the reply. "No sir, I was not yet given my role for this mission. I am still supposed to report to the Chief Engineer for more information. Perhaps I should find out what exactly my post is from the Captiain." suggested James. "Good idea ensign." James left the mess hall to seek out the CEO and Captain. [Posted by Jason Tripp] (USS Gunnel - Pilot- Ensign Bill Jansen- 1405) Jansen sat at the controls of the shuttle silently. The orange fur that the doc had made grow all over him was starting to itch. He inadvertantly reached up and scratched at the cat like ears he now sported. He suddenly became self conscious of the action and brought his hand back down, bristling the whiskers coming from under his nose. he remembered his first reaction as he saw a calico car staring back at him from a mirror. The doc had said that the natural color of his hair lent to the persona that he had created. Bill had to admit that it looked pretty exotic. He wondered if he'd e able to try it out to get a date before changing back. He heard that chicks really dig the interspecial thing. He looked around the cabin of the shuttle. The away team looked like the most rag-tag group of miscrossed aliens he had ever seen. It was like something out of fantasy holo-novel he had read once. He fought the urge to lick himself and returned his focus to the flying of the shuttle. Jansen worked hard to bring the shuttle close to the ground, undetected, and he seemd to have been successful. He landed in the desginated coordinates and turned to the team. "Ladies and gentlemen, this concludes the floght oportion of our mission, please make your way to the nearest exit." Not everyone enjoyed his attempt at levety, but Jensen went on unperturbed. He led the way off the shuttle and jumped to the ground. He was followed by the silver and blue furred Mias, who was giving Jansen the willies. The pilot didn't like the idea that the counselor could know what he was thinking or feeling. Then he wondered if Mias knew of his unease, and tried to erase the thought from his mind. Jansen followed Lt. Cmndr Belinia and his crew back into the shuttle to transport them to their place in town. Then Mias came back in witht he rest ready to be tranported for their mission. Jansen hist the timer key and joined them on the pad, just as the transporter engaged. [Posted by Al] (USS Gunnel - TASC Ensign Travis Keswick - 1410) Travis sat throw the entire shuttle ride reading over all the data on this planet and there mission "Aright, I have located a spot behind a large building, it looks like a dissused alleyway, it should suffice. Once we have successfully beamed into our location, your team, Dr. should also beam to your location. Travis put down his padd and got ready to beam down [Posted by Travis] (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais - Ensign Travis Keswick - 1432) The group transported into a small copse of bushes and trees that provided an excellent screen from the outside, the leaves of the trees had a slightly triangular look and were a muted chartreuse. The air was filled with the rich fragrance of the plant life and the sounds of activity in the distance. Looking from the screen of shrubbery several buildings with the shape of step-pyramids could be seen to the left set well apart from one another with a lot of traffic going into and out of them from the ground and air. Before them and to the right were many buildings set densely together. "Those would appear to be our destination. Shall we go?" Sead Dr. Mias pointing over to what looked like pyramidal buildings. " Dr. Mias I think I can get a good concealed vew point of the area from that large tree over and Travis sead has he pointed to a large tree 25 meters tall with thick branches and coved with bark leaves. (Reply Mias any ) "I will fly ahead and conceal myself at the top of the tree and get the lay of the land then I will report back to you". Travis few ahead about 30 meters to the tree and parched himself on the tallest branch concealing himself with the leaves Travis was looking over the city at the tall buildings shaped like pyramids people coming and going walking and flying. There where dark alleyways between the tall pyramids. The plaza was filed with shops and shopkeepers. Most of the people seamed to be well dressed as went about there day. Travis turned to find the grope and he sow them talking to a man and Mias and Alesia looked nerves as the man steeped closer to them . Travis shot out of the tree like a torpedo and landed in one of the dark alleys behind the man talking to Mias and Alesia. As he landed he sow the alleys reflection in a window. All Travis could see was he glowing red eyes looking back at him. Travis got ready to spring at the richly dressed man if he made the wrong move the team. When the man vanished into the crowed leaving the team standing alone he could see them ginning and laughing Travis slipped out of the dark alley and behind Mias. "Is every thing ok sr.?" Travis asked to mias how aparintly didn't see him standing behind him and was startled. (Reply Mias Any) (Posted by Travis) (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais - Dr. Riven Mias - 1435) Once again Jansen marveled at the leaves on the trees. Their colors were so vibrant and unique. For the first time he noticed their shapes. He picked a few leaves and put them in his pocket. ~ A little souvenir~ "Those would appear to be our destination," Mias suggested pointing. Jansen looked as he continued, "Shall we go?" He saw a group of pyrimidal buildings through the woods. It wasn't too far away, maybe 4 kilometers. His excitement was overwhelming as he almost ran to begin their journey. He heard a slight harumphing sound as Mias looked at him sternly. Jansen bowed his head and rejoined the group. He had to fight his exhuberance. He walked the rest of the way in silnec, pouting. That mood soon changed as they began to encounter others on the trail. They were as varied as the away team had made themselves. Jansen was marveled by the variety of beings that they saw. It certainly made him feel less self conscious about his own appearance. Then someone approached them. Who ever he was, he appeared to be quite wealthy. "Your courtesan is lovely, how much is she for an evening ? She must be new to the area. What are her talents?" Jansen almost gagged, stiffling his laugh. This being thought that this marine was a.... He shook his head and smiled again. Well, she did look pretty good. He watched as the being tryed to buy Trenor. He reached out and grabbed her. Jansen went to move but Mias was already on it. What the counselor did made Jansen step back in suprise. He had seen animals bare their teeth and growl inorder to get a competitor for a mate to back down. It worked. "We have an important appointment to keep, my Courtesan and myself and have no more time for talk," Mias told him. The native nodded and backed up while saying. "I understand and beg forgiveness for my tresspass sir. " Then he melted into the crowd and was quickly gone. The action excited the young pilot even more. He smiled, seeing the benefit of "going native." Then Mias warned them, "I wouldn't recommend that for amatures." And then laughed. Jansen couldn't wait for his first interaction with one of the natives. He wondered how animalistic they are. Then he began to wonder about their females. Oddly enough, he saw very few females out and about. The ones that were were kept close to the males they were with. Then Keswick came out of the shadows, apparently watching from there. "Is everything ok sir?" "Yes Mr. Keswick, everything is fine now," he said. "Thank you for your vigilance. We seem to have been accosted by someone who wished to purchase the talents of our lovely marine." Jansen sickered a little, but had to agree with the assesment of how she looked. "You are all right are you not my dear?" he asked. Jansen only smiled at her reply. She was, after all, a marine. The call from the captain to check caught them all by surprise. They were now just on the outskirts of the settlement. The trafic of natives had become quite heavy and they couldnot converse via the communicator without drawing attention to themselves. They headed to one of the pyramids and went inside. Mias began to explain something to them. "I didn't realize what I was feeling before we were accosted by the gentleman outside earlier but it's starting to make sense. I believe that there more mental talents in operation around us than merely telepathy but I don't know what they might be though I can sense them being used. Ms. Trenor or Mr. Jensen do you have any insights on this?" "The man asked what her talent was," Jansen said. "That must mean that there are a variety of mental abilities going on here. I can't even begin to imagine what they could possibly be." The idea was beginning to make Jansen feel very creepy. If he didn't like the idea of Mias peeringinto his thoughts, then how would he feel about these natives doing it. His attraction to the people suddenly became a bit soured. "You could be right," Mias agreed, "we are going to have to be very careful. Telepathy use by the natives alone could be harmful to us by penetrating our disguises but other talents could take us quite literally unawares." Jansen's biggest fears were suddenly becoming realized. His paranoia that everyone could tell what he was thinking was beginning to grow. He wanted to point at the marine and say it was her thought. she's the empath and she brought attention to them. But he held his tongue. He also knew that it wasn't right. Mias asked them to search the office while he contacted the captain. Jansen began to search but was soon distracted by the natives walking byy the small window. He stopped to watch them, wondering how many of them knew who, and what he really was. Why hadn't they come to get them. He couldn't remember the last time he felt so vulnerable. (reply Mias, any) (posted by Al Muir) (USS Mystique- Bridge- Conn- Lt. Herkimer 78- 1442) Herk could sense the captain's agitation. S/he shared it, in fact. The Hermat was a pilot by nature and didn't really like the idea of sending another into possible danger in hir place. But s/he also understood the captain's position. If something happened on Mysty, as Herk had begun to call her, then s/he was the best equipped to deal with it. Tracing the away teams treck through brush and township was far from exciting, especially since it was all audio. herk was definitely a visual kind of person. Still, s/he couldn't help but be intrigued by the conversation that was going on with the marine woman and the native. It certainly led Herk to believe these people were of a possible higher consciousness. Herk had an evil grin onhir face when s/he looked up at the captain. "They're psychic?" She asked Herk. "Where was THAT in our reconnaissance?" Herk shrugged hir shoulders. That was the first s/he heard of it. "Send a wide range hail to the away team members informing them that it appears that some of the natives are telepaths," the captain ordered. "Herk, is there any word from the team on the Colony ship?" Herk just shook hir head negative. Dr. Weir walked onto the bridge. Captain Winter's explained to her that the natives appeared to be telepathic. The doctor also looked surprised. ""Open a channel to Dr. Mias and Mr. Bellinia," Winters ordered. "Channel open." "Gentleman, at your earliest convenience, please report in." Vanyssa shivered a bit, suddenly cold. Something bad was coming. Herk tried to fine tune the sensor array a little while the captain conversed with the away teams. The sight of the pregnant doctor caught hir attention. "So doctor, when are you due?" (reply Weir) (posted by Al Muir) (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais -Dr. Riven Mias - 1443) After laughing off his nervousness Riven composed himself and was about to turn around when a voice from behind him made him start slightly. "Is every thing ok sr.?" Riven turned to see Ensign Keswick standing behind him and after his initial surprise he chuckled a bit. "Yes Mr. Keswick, everything is fine now," He said "Thank you for your vigilance. We seem to have been accosted by someone who wished to purchase the talents of our lovely marine." Riven glanced at her once again and was reminded of just how "lovely" this marine truly was. ~ If she wasn't less than half my age... ~ "You are all right are you not my dear?" He asked the young woman. (Reply: MO Trenor) It was at this time a call came in from Vanyssa on the Mystique. =^= Gentleman, at your earliest convenience, please report in. =^= "Hold your position for a moment Mr. Keswick." Riven said as he looked away from Trenor and at the surrounding buildings. (Reply: Ensign Keswick) The foot traffic was getting heavier in the plaza as the day got older, since it was now nearing late efternoon the vendors in the market were doing a brisk business. Fruits and vegetables as well as some small meat animals were in abundance and the din of conversation was growing . The smells were somewhat exotic because of the locale but not at all unpleasant. The nearest of the pyrimidal buildings was only a few hundred feet away and the "Steps" of the pyramid were in three levels. The ground floor was of course the largest and had wide, heavily motifed and burnished double doors made of some kind of reddish metal. There were no stairs or other means of egress to the second or third levels that Mias could see and so he assumed that they were for air traffic only and indeed could see many flying natives making use of several entrances on each level. It appeared as though few were entering the building at this time but there were many leaving. "We need to find a place where we can speak freely for a moment." Riven said. "Perhaps there is somewhere inside that will do. Come with us into the ground floor interior Mr. Keswick so that we don't have to worry about regrouping later." (Reply: Ensign Keswick) Riven led the way to the pyramid, it's large doors opened easily at his pull. Inside it was very cool and well lit. The foyer into which they stepped was wide and tall and the lighting on the walls was coming from intricate, ivy shaped settings. The walls were carved with swirling patterns and natural scenes and were very beautiful. A short hall led from the foyer into a wide chamber with a water fountain which had benches set around it and a lot of greenery. There were doors along the walls of the same metal as the doors outside, one of which was standing partially ajar. Riven walked to it and since there was no one else around he opened it slightly and peered inside then motioned the others in. The room appeared to be an office of some sort with an oddly shaped desk and chairs and ornate cabinets on each of the three other walls. When everyone else had entered and the door was shut he turned to the others and said. "I didn't realize what I was feeling before we were accosted by the gentleman outside earlier but it's starting to make sense. I believe that there more mental talents in operation around us than merely telepathy but I don't know what they might be though I can sense them being used. Ms. Trenor or Mr. Jensen do you have any insights on this?" (Reply: Mo Trenor or Pilot Jensen) "You could be right, we are going to have to be very careful. Telepathy use by the natives alone could be harmful to us by penetrating our disguises but other talents could take us quite literally unawares. Mr. Keswick I am going to need you to be very vigilant as to threats you can see but use restraint as you did earlier. Do you have any suggestions to make as regarding our safety?" (Reply: Ensign Keswick) "Very good Mr. Keswick. While we are here let us make use of this opportunity to search these cabinets and see if there are papers with information we can use, shall we?" As the others were searching the room Riven said. "Captain Winters this is Riven reporting in. How may I help you?" (Reply: Captain Winters, Keswick, trenor, Jensen, any) (Posted by Charles) (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais -Ensign Travis Keswick - 1445) "Yes Mr. Keswick, everything is fine now." Mias sead "Thank you for your vigilance. We seem to have been accosted by someone who wished to purchase the talents of our lovely marine." Riven Sead as he looked at her. Just then the captain voice came over the communicator. =^= Gentleman, at your earliest convenience, please report in. =^= "Hold your position for a moment Mr. Keswick." Riven said as he looked away from Trenor and at the surrounding buildings. "Understood Doctor" Travis sead staying ever vigilant of the sarowndigng buildings and keeping a watchful eye on the team as foot traffic heavier. The nearest of the pyramidal buildings was only a few hundred feet away and the "Steps" of the pyramid were in three levels. The ground floor was of course the largest and had wide, heavily motifed and burnished double doors made of some kind of reddish metal. There were no stairs or other means of egress to the second or third levels that he could see and so he assumed that they were for air traffic only and indeed watched as many flying natives making use of several entrances on each level. The traffic coming out of the building was heavier then the traffic flowing in to them. "We need to find a place where we can speak freely for a moment." Riven said as he turned to the team. "Perhaps there is somewhere inside that will do. Come with us into the ground floor interior Mr. Keswick so that we don't have to worry about regrouping later." "Thats a good idea he sead. "Seeing that traffic coming out of the pyramids is heavier then the traffic going in so we need to move carefully as not to stand out". he added Travis followed Mias as he led the way to the pyramid, it's large doors opened easily as they walked in. Inside it was very cool and well lit. The foyer into which they stepped was wide and tall and the lighting on the walls was coming from intricate, ivy shaped settings. The walls were carved with swirling patterns and natural scenes and were very beautiful. A short hall led from the foyer into a wide chamber with a water fountain which had benches set around it and a lot of greenery. There were doors along the walls of the same metal as the doors outside, one of which was standing partially ajar. Travis was scanning the hallway as Mias motioned everyone to follow him into the room. Travis was the last one to enter the room and closed the door behind him. The room appeared to be an office of some sort with an oddly shaped desk and chairs and ornate cabinets on each of the three other walls. As Travis scanned the room he could see that the door they just walked throw was the only wat in or out so he stood infront of it. blocking it so he could tell of anyone tried to enter. Mias Turned to the Team "I didn't realize what I was feeling before we were accosted by the gentleman outside earlier but it's starting to make sense. I believe that there more mental talents in operation around us than merely telepathy but I don't know what they might be though I can sense them being used. Ms. Trenor or Mr. Jensen do you have any insights on this?" Travis listened as they gave there thoughts on the peoples mental talents. "You could be right, we are going to have to be very careful. Telepathy use by the natives alone could be harmful to us by penetrating our disguises but other talents could take us quite literally unawares. mias sead as he turned to Travis Mr. Keswick I am going to need you to be very vigilant as to threats you can see but use restraint as you did earlier. Understood Sr. Travis sead still scanning the room. Do you have any suggestions to make as regarding our safety?" he asked "Just be aware of your surroundings and over all just be careful". he sead ass he looked at the team. "Very good Mr. Keswick. While we are here let us make use of this opportunity to search these cabinets and see if there are papers with information we can use, shall we?" Travis watched as Trenor and Jensen searched the room looking for any information that would be useful. and Mias was talking with the captain. Travis turned and stared looking throw some files that on the desk. (Reply Mias, Trenor, Jensen, any) (Posted by Travis) (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais -Ensign Bill Jansen - 1452) "Mr. Jansen is something troubling you? Do not hesitate to tell me what is on your mind." The sound of the counselor's voice brought Jansen back to reality with a resounding thud. "Ummmm..., well, no sir, it's just, the thought of these telepthic beings. It's kind of ... freightening." "The talents of the natives as we discussed earlier are something we need to be watchful for Mr. Jansen but not feared. A telepath would not be searching everyone's mind indiscimminately so as long as we do not draw attention to ourselves we will be safe." "Yes sir," Jansen replied, but in his mind he thought, ~Yeah, that's if they play by our rules.~ "It still makes me a little uneasy." "That is quite understandable Mr. Jansen, I know this is your first away mission however it is vital that we find the information we are looking for, please attend to your duties." Jansen knew an order when he heard one and went back to work. He began searching the desks, but found little of consequence. Of course, it would have helped if he knew what they were looking for. What coould they find that would help. Every so often he would feel a tingling in his mind, that kept him on edge. Then he would hear whispers, and turn around to see that nobody was there, or talking. This whole planet was giving him the heebyjeebies. "Did any of you find anything of value?" Mias asked. "Sorry Doc," Keswick offered, "nothing here but Payroll papers and personnel files and what I think is there idea of a drink." "Not really anything here either," Jansen admitted. Mias didn't seem to pleased. He reported that the building was obviously an administrative one and had the usual boring records. "Since it is growing late," Mias continued, "I recommend we break off our search for now and find a place where we may stay for the night as well as acquiring something to eat. We are undoubtedly going to need some of the local currency to do so. Does anyone have any suggestions on how to aquire some?" "Well we could always hire out Trenors," Keswick said with a chuckle, "the men seem to like her." Trenors rolled her eyes at him. Jansen shook his head, but thought that making an offer to her, himself, didn't seem like a bad idea. She did look very exotic. Riven rolled his eyes at Kesick's tongue in cheek answer. "No Mr. Keswick I am afraid that hiring out Ms. Trenor is not an option," And then smiled at the laughter that ensued. Before leaving the room he checked at the door and hearing nothing slipped through, they gained the door to the entrance walking quickly and stepped outside. [pb Al] (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais -Ensign Travis Keswick - 1453) Travis was looking threw the desk he opined the bottom right hand drawer and sow files that looked like government pay roll papers after examining them he decided that they where of no use to them and moved on. He opined the drawer just above that one and sow some blank forms that where of no use. He opined a big file lick drawer that had personnel file looking threw them he determined they where of no use to them ether. the top center drawer hand an small steal bottle in it so he opined it and sniffed it. The smell was vary strong and bitter Travis almost chocked at the outrages aroma coming from the bottle he quickly put the cover back on. Just then Dr' Mias turned and asked. "Did any of you find anything of value? Travis seeped away from the desk covering his nose and recovering from the bottle. "Sorry Doc nothing here but Payroll papers and personnel files and what I think is there idea of a drink." After the others gave there reports Dr. mias continued. "I was afraid of that. According to the files I went through we are in the administrative building for the local governmental structure meaning we are likely to find nothing of value here. I did see though that there is a flow of materials and information to several other similar buildings that house the Arts, Sciences, Medicine and Research. We may find what we seek in any or all of these buildings. Since it is growing late I recommend we break off our search for now and find a place where we may stay for the night as well as acquiring something to eat. We are undoubtedly going to need some of the local currency to do so. Does anyone have any suggestions on how to aquire some?" Looking over at Lt.Trenors and giving her a wink "Well we could always hire out Trenors them men seem to like her. then he chucked as Trenors rolled her eyes at that idea." Riven rolled his eyes at Keswick's tongue in cheek answer. "No Mr. Keswick I am afraid that hiring out Ms. Trenor is not an option," And then smiled at the laughter that ensued. Then they all filed out of the room Travis being the last one out checking to make shore that the room was just as it was when they got there then closed the door and followed the group out of the building. [pb Travis] (Raellus VI - City of Falais; MnSgt Peters & MdO Ens Jones; 1500/1825) Peters opened a drawer in the filing cabinet. He glanced at the headers of the foolscap files. 'Damage Reports', 'Building Suppliers', 'Risk Assesment', 'Invoices', 'University Plans', 'Financial Statements', 'Financial Reports', 'Possible Locations'. He opened the 'University Plans' file and glanced at them. It seemed that they were on the outer edge of the University of Falais. The building looked like the central administrative building for the university. He saw that there were several buildings which would be of interest to the away team. He memorised the plans and carried on looking through the filing cabinet. Meanwhile Jones was standing in front of the desk, she had opened the only drawer and had found some interesting books and documents. The book titles were 'The history of Raellus VI', 'The language of the Raellians', 'Comman usage of Raellian', 'Earthlian/Raellian language'. The documents were 'Interpretation of the law and freedom of speech', 'Guaranteed rights - Raellians', 'Guaranteed rights - Earthlians', 'Ethnic cleansing - stratagies and consequenses', 'Life before and after the 'Great war''. Jones started to read some of the data in 'The history of Raellus VI'. "The large spacial object came hurtling through the upper atmosphere and fell with such speed that, when it landed, the fallout catchement covered fully two thirds of the planet. This forced the indiginous population to flee their home towns and cities to areas which were not affected by this disaster. The Government was almost compltley destroyed and the people were thrown into a Feudal system once again. The entire planet was flooded with toxic chemicals as the heat from the gigantic ball melted itself. The chemicals and gasses mixed with the atmosphere. The sun had been obscured from view, and its heat could not penetrate the cloud of dust that hung over the entire globe. It rained often, but only chemical laden water. It was a miracle that there were any Raellians left to restart the population." She turned several pages to the start of the next chapter. "After the dust had settled, and the sky could be seen from the ground, the Raellians returned to their once prestigious cities. It had taken 300 years to fully clear from the sky, only those who remembered the incident were aware of what they needed to do, now that it was safe to do so. One side effect that the Raellians were not expecting was the sheer magnetic force which accompanied the object. Their technology was next to useless. And they began to notice that the entire planet was poisoned. They could no longer farm the land, fish the waters or even eat the birds or animals. Everything that had been exposed to the elements was useless." Again she turned to another chapter. "The population, while in hiding, eventually decreased in size. Almost the entire population died of disease or malnutrition in the first three years. It was a hard and lonely existence during this dark period. There were only 4,000 Raellians alive, and after a few years they too began to decrease in number. It became evident to those who were medicaly trained, that the male population had become infertile, while the fertility of the females had increased. An odd side effect you will agree, and it baffles scientists to this day." There she stopped. Peters was still rummaging through the filing cabinets under the bookcases along the opposite wall to the door. "Found anything?" She asked. "Yeah, quite a bit. This office seems to belong to a proffessor or someone who is increadible well read." He turned to face her. "There are loads of books here to do with history and politics. Plans for the university, financial statements and reports. In that cabinet there [he pointed] there are huge volumes of thesis' and dissertations on the history of the population. You?" "Pretty much the same, I found books on the native language and all sorts of files to do with history. It is really interesting." Here she recited what she had read and he moved towards the desk. He pocketed the book which still lay open and the language books. Then he took the files to do with ethnic cleansing and the great war. "I think we have spent too much time here. Let's get out." The two of them returned the office to its previous state and removed the chair from its position under the door handle. Peters looked out of the door and saw that the lobby wasnow full of people, whispering and shouting. Something was going on. It provided a good cover so they darted out of the offce and into the crowd. They headed towards the exit that the First Officer had exited by and slipped unnoticed out of the builliding. They headed into the market as dusk fell over the city. It seemed to bring a carnival atmosphere to the area. Smells flooded their senses, divine perfumes mingled with fruits and flowers of unimaginable beauty. they came between two stalls selling meats and Jones began to get hungry. Peters was not really noticing the small details, like food, he was scanning for the First Officer. He couldn't see him so he walked forwards into the market proper. The hustle and bustle of the crowd was energizing and he started to get intrigued about the people. He stopped and turned back to find Jones staring at him. A man had accosted her and was trying to 'buy' her. Peters, not knowing the custom he siply ran up to the fellow and knocked him on the floor. His lip and nose bleeding, he simply scurried to his feet and ran away. "Are yoy okay?" He asked gently. "Yeah, just startled is all." She replied shaking. "Good, the sooner we find the FO the better." He grabbed her lightly, but firmly, on the arm and led her away. Soon he spotted Ensign Ketal and started towards him. (Reply Ketal, any) (pb John G) (Raellius VI - Matais - Market place - CSO Ketal - 1501/1826) After leaving the building Commander Belinia stopped and paused for a moment then said. "Gentlemen, I need to find a small quiet spot. Lets get through the marketplace to see if there is anywhere we can hide." Ketal nodded and continued to follow him on his left flank as he moved into the market. He watched and made note of the items for sale there as the FO looked closely, and it appeared hungrily at the merchandise. The number followed by the two letters appeared to be the sale price. "Perhaps the letters stand for Raellean dollars Commander however I am not completely certain though it would fit our knowledge of the local culture and history." After a moment the young man turned to Ketal and asked, "I think we need currency. Where do you suppose we can get some?" Ketal considered the question for a moment; they had nothing on them with which to barter and couldn't have any money replicated by the ship until they had located some anyway. "I assume Commander that there are establishments where we can obtain local currency however we have nothing on us we may exchange in return." "Well that's no good. Lets us find some pick-pockets, they are always around, in every society." While the Commander was looking for a pickpocket Ketal was observing the actions of a Raellean couple on the far side of the market, the male was standing watch territorially over her as she stood in rapt concentration with her eyes closed and arms spread wide. The female was elaborately clothed as were all of the escorted women the group had seen in a dazzling array of layers of skirts and deicate footwear and jewelry as well as sporting what looked to be a collar, she also was extremely attractive and commanded the attention of more than a few of the passing males. As he continued to watch her the trilling of a flute broke out in the market from the area she was in and began playing a beautiful melody. While she had garnered a lot of notice before she suddenly became the center of attention though Ketal saw no instrument or recording device. Puzzled, Ketal turned in time to see the Commander nod in the direction of a youth and begin to chase him. Ketal and the Counselor immediately followed. As the youth sped into an alley Commander Belinia turned and ordered the Counselor to keep watch while Ketal and he overtook the youngster. Ketal stood back and observed their exchange as he considered the wisdom of using unlawful acts to acquire currency, if they were caught by the local authorities they would be put in an extremely difficult circumstance in extricating themselves without contaminating the culture. When the boy dropped his ill gotten gains and fled the FO turned to Ketal again. "So, how much do you make it?" "Approximately 380 dollars in local currency Commander." "Is that alot?" "Considering the prices posted in the marketplace Commander I would say no." Ketal said. "Mr Raynar, come." As the team gathered he ordered the distribution of coins. "And keep some for Peters and Jones." Ketal and the FO listened to the Counselor's reply and the 1/2 Vulcan nodded and watched as the FO hailed the Captain while still wondering about the display he had seen in the market. ~ Intriguing ~ (Reply: Any) (Posted by Charles) (USS Mystique, Bridge, CO, Captain Vanyssa Winters, 1510) Vanyssa had been pacing the bridge, wanting to hear something from the crewmembers. They were still alive, she knew that, the sensors told her that. Her telepathic senses told her that. =^=HHril to Mystique.=^= Vanyssa heard over the comm. She stopped pacing and said a plea to the Gods. "Go ahead Lieutenant." "We have located several corpses here, Sir." he said, shifting his weight as he spoke. "Approximatly half of the colonists are still aboard this ship. They never made it to the planet." "Interesting, Lt." Vanyssa said, while he continued. "Once we have stabalized the vessel in orbit, I would like permission to stay and try to figure out exactly what happened." "Your first priority is to get that ship stable." Vanyssa stated. "But please, satisfy your curiousity as well." She sat down. "Mr. Hhril, was there a reason you waited several hours to reply ?" (reply) "You've been gone 8 hours, Mr. Hhril." Vanyssa stated flatly. (reply) "Be cognizant of more time distortions then, Mr. Hhril." "Understood. HHril out." Vanyssa looked up as the lights went off on the Bridge. "Mr. Herk ?" Vanyssa asked. (reply Herk) Vanyssa got up. "Mr. Denton, what did you do now ?" She asked in exasperation. "I thought this was supposed to be a routine cleaning of the manifolds." She said, as the computer reported widespread computer failures all over the ship. (reply Denton, Herk, Hhril, anybody who wants to be on the ship) (pb melinda :-) (Planet Raelleus VI - City of Falais, Marketplace - Dr. Riven Mias - 15:32/18:57) The sun was nearing the horizon as the group emerged into the marketplace, the crowd had not thinned at all but had grown larger and the plaza was extremely crowded. The natives appeared to be extremely excited about something that was about to happen. On the ouskirts of the plaza lights were being strung and areas were being marked off. A sign that they had not noticed earlier advertised cash prizes for feats of strength or skill, wrestling and musical talents. An idea immediately began to form in Riven's head as he saw this and he smiled as he turned to the others. First place in the various contests was 500 RD, second was 200 RD and third was 100 RD. "It looks like they are setting up for the events. Would anyone care to try your hand at something?" (Reply: Keswick, Jansen, Trenor, Any) (Posted by Charles) (Planet Raelleus VI - City of Falais, Marketplace - Ensign Travis Keswick - 15:33) The sun was setting as Travis and the group walked out of the building. Travis watched as the crowds got bigger and the Plaza was really coming to life with the people talking and getting existed. lights were being hung and and areas of the plaza where being marked off into tournament rings seeing that got Travis a little excited. Then he sow the signs Cash prizes for feats of strength or skill, wrestling and musical talents. First place in the various contests was 500 RD, second was 200 RD and third was 100 RD. ~ Oh ya a tournament I Live for this stuff~ he thought to himself as he smiled showing off his razor sharp teeth That Dr. Weirs was so kind to give him. Mias turned to the group. "It looks like they are setting up for the events. Would anyone care to try your hand at something?" With a big smile still on his face Travis sead "Definitely where do we sign up" The group walked over to a table where People where sing up to enter the events. When the group got to the table Travis sow a list of events. Travis studied the list for a moment. Then he went up to a tall man who was singing people up for the events. The Man looked at Travis how was standing at 7 feet tall and was 280lbs of soled Mussel. "Name your event" the man sead in a loud dry voice. Looking into the mans eyes Travis sead "I will wrestle" "You are kind of small to wrestle the tall man sead to Travis as the other people started to laughing. "Just sign me up" Travis Sead raising his voice a little to get them t stop laughing. "Ok you will be in area 6 over there" he sead pointing to where a larger group of people have gathered around a ring. "It starts in 30 mints be ready" Travis steeped aside as the rest of the group sind up and they met back up after they had all singed up. "So what are you guys going to be doing" he asked the group as they regrouped. (Reply: Mias, Jansen, Trenor, Any) "Well Good luck to all of you" (Dr. Mias do you have any finale thoughts before I go worm up) (Reply Mias, Any) (Posted By Travis) (Planet Raelleus VI - City of Falais, Marketplace - Ensign Jansen - 15:34) As they stepped out of the shade of the building Jansen shielded his eyes from the setting sun. The whole town seemed somehow different. More crowded. That nagging feeling at the back of his mind returned. It was like he had ants in his head. He was having a little trouble focusing. He tried to shake the cobwebs loose a little. Then he heard a voice, as if it had been whisspered in his ear. He didn't quite catch what it said, but there was a warning behind it. Jansen noticed the sign everone was looking at. It was advertising several contests in which there was prize money offered. He could see the look in Riven's eyes. "It looks like they are setting up for the events," he said. "Would anyone care to try your hand at something?" Keswick was the first to say, "Definitely where do we sign up" Jansen shrugged his shoulders, but he thought he might be able to impress Ms. Trenor. "Why not?" The man signing them up was large and loud. He laughed, causing the crowd around him to laugh with him, when Keswick signed up for the wrestling tournament. The ASC seemed a little put out by their attitudes. Looking at the size of the natives he could understand it though, since Keswick was at least a full head shorter than the shortest of them. This did not look like the kind of activity that would suit a young pilot. He wandered the tables looking for something else, then he saw people playing a game of chance, with some odd looking numbered cubes. When he looked closer he noticed that the cubes were actually multifacetted, perhaps more at the level of twenty surfaces. As he watched the game seemed simple enough, and so he signed up. The only thing that worried him was the caveat by the sign in sheet. "Cheaters will be dealt with severely and swiftly." Well, he hadn't planned on cheating, so he had little to loose. He stood around for a while just watching, to make sure he had all of the nuances of the game. When he felt comfortable he pulled himself up to the able and pulled out the oddly shaped pieces he found in a desk, that he had assumed was currency. He put them down on the table and waited for the game to begin. (reply none) (posted by Al Muir) (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais, plaza - Dr. Riven Mias - 1535) Riven watched proudly as Keswick and Jansen signed up for their particular events of interest then realized with the crowd that was gathering he was not going to be able to keep an eye on the young pilot as he wished to do. Mr. Jansen was obviously green and more than a little overwhelmed by what he was experiencing and Riven hoped he would keep his wits about him. While Mr. Keswick was taking the good natured hoots and cackles of several men about his size in reference to the wrestling matches the Counselor motioned Alesia Trenor to follow him and made for an officious looking being watching the sign ups. As had been aptly demonstrated both by observation and practical experience Riven knew it was not a good idea to allow her to move around on her own, she was the one he was going to have to watch carefully in case she attracted the interest of the males and as he looked around he saw the eyes of many following her. The being turned out to be a judge as he had hoped and the man gave him a breakdown on the rules for the wrestling matches which eased Riven's mind, he returned to the young Tac/Sc immediately to let him know what he had found. Ensign Keswick noticed him and spoke as he walked up. "So what are you guys going to be doing" "Mr Jansen appears to be involving himself in a dice game Ensign and I will look around in a moment. I am not sure my particular skills will be of any help in this matter however Ms. Trenor might find something of interest as we walk about the festival. "Well Good luck to all of you" The young man said. "By the way Mr. Keswick I spoke to one of the judges and he gave me the rules for the wrestling matches. There is no biting or clawing allowed and you can't use your wings to advantage by fighting in the air or diving down upon a grounded opponent or you will be disqualified. He didn't rule out using them however to buffet your opponent, that is apparently one of the legal moves so watch out for that from your opponents. And one other thing," Mias pointed to one that looked extremely powerful that was nearly a foot taller and 100 pounds heavier than Keswick with black and grey horizontal stripes. "That one seems to be the local champion and a very strong wrestler but I am confident with your Star Fleet training you can beat even him. Just be careful of their fangs and claws, just because they can't legally do it doesn't mean they might not try if they feel they can't be detected in the act." He slapped the Tac/Sc officer on the shoulder and said. "We're going off to look around now, good luck to you." With the young marine in tow he then looked in on the pilot who was starting to accumulate a small pile of winnings. Riven smiled at him and nodded when he looked up then moved toward some more booths on the outskirts that looked promising. Stardate:2004.09.30 Stardate: 2406.10.22 (USS Mystique, Ready Room, CO Captain Vanyssa Winters, 0955) (USS Mystique, Ready Room, OPS, Lt (jg) HHril, 0956) (Mystique-deck 4-conselor's office-Ensign Telan Raynar Counselor - 10:28) (USS Mystique - Bridge - CSO Ketal - 1130) (USS Mystique - Bridge - Ensign Jason Dema - 1217) (USS Mystique - Bridge - TASC Ensign Travis Keswick - 1220) (USS Mystique - Bridge - Ensign Jason Dema - 1221) (USS Mystique,Sickbay, CMO, Dr. Kellita Weir, 1250) (USS Mystique - Sickbay; FO Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia; 1340) (USS Mystique - Sickbay; FO Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia; 1406) (USS Mystique - Mess Hall; FO Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia & Darwin Kusogai; 1535) (USS Mystique - Personal Quaters; FO Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia; 1600) ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.23 (USS Mystique, Personal Quarters, OPS, Lt (jg) HHril, 0445) (USS Dian Chang, Bridge, CO Captain Jaelle Tambrick, 0800) (USS Mystique, Shuttle Bay, OPS, Lt (jg) HHril, 0900) (USS Mystique, Conference Room, TASC Ensign Travis Keswick, 1000) (USS Mystique - Conference Room - FO, Lt. Commander Peter Bellinia - 1059) (USS Mystique - Sickbay, - CMO Dr. Kellita Weir - 1108) (USS Mystique - Sickbay, - TASC Ensign Travis Keswick - 1110) (USS Mystique - Cargo Bay 2 - TASC Ensign Travis Keswick 1200) (USS Mystique,Sickbay, CMO, Dr. Kellita Weir, 1250) ------------------------------------------------------------------------ -------------------------------------------------------- Begin Compile Stardate: 2406.10.22 (USS Mystique, Ready Room, CO Captain Vanyssa Winters, 0955) "Come." came the muffled noise of a voice from behind the door. HHril pushed a second button on the keypad and entered the room. "Captain," began the young Romulan. "I would like to add something to my initial idea on how to remove that ship from orbit, Sir. The procedure cannot be completed from the exterior of the ship alone.We will have to send people inside." Vanyssa nodded and listened to his idea. "I think it's a great idea, Lt. Unfortunately, Mr. Sarouk beat you to it." She smiled, showing him that she understood and wasn't angry with him, or disappointed. "You and He are leading a team over to the ship tomorrow at 0900. I believe Mr. Sarouk is going to contact you with the details. Ms. Tourana will be piloting, and Ensign Dema will be going along with you. I am also sending along some of the combat engineers to help. Your mission is to stabilize the structural integrity field and reactivate it, if possible. We'll be moving the ship if the away team reports back that the natives do not know of it's existence. Otherwise we'll be stabilizing it in orbit." She got up and walked over to Hhril. "Mr. Hhril, I have been impressed with your work and dedication to this ship. I shouldn't be telling you this, but I want you to know that you are my number one choice for the second officer position on the Mystique. The outcome of this away mission will determine whether or not you make the move. I am confident that you will do well as you have always done." She said, smiling. "The reason I am breeching protocol and telling you this, is that something might happen there, or here, and I wanted you to know how proud I am of the work that you have done." ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 23406.10.22 (USS Mystique, Ready Room, OPS, Lt (jg) HHril, 0956) "We will have to send people inside." Said the young Romulan. The Captain nodded at the words before saying. "I think it's a great idea, Lt. Unfortunately, Mr. Sarouk beat you to it. You and He are leading a team over to the ship tomorrow at 0900." HHril was comforted by the smile she offered as she continued. "I believe Mr. Sarouk is going to contact you with the details. Ms. Tourana will be piloting, and Ensign Dema will be going along with you. I am also sending along some of the combat engineers to help. Your mission is to stabilize the structural integrity field and reactivate it, if possible. We'll be moving the ship if the away team reports back that the natives do not know of it's existence. Otherwise we'll be stabilizing it in orbit." The Captain stood and began to advance in his direction. "Mr. Hhril," she continued as she stopped directly in front of him, her arms crossed in front of her. "I have been impressed with your work and dedication to this ship. I shouldn't be telling you this, but I want you to know that you are my number one choice for the second officer position on the Mystique." HHril couldn't believe his pointed ears. A slight smile played accross his lips, surely betraying the feeling of excitment he felt within himself. "The outcome of this away mission will determine whether or not you make the move." continued the CO. "I am confident that you will do well as you have always done. The reason I am breaching protocol and telling you this, is that something might happen there, or here, and I wanted you to know how proud I am of the work that you have done." "Thank you, Sir." began HHril returning the smile. "It means so much to hear that I am a valued member of your crew. You have no idea what an honour it is to serve under your command. I will not let you down." "Very well then. Dismissed." said the Captain as she returned to her duties. "Aye, Sir." beamed the young officer as he turned to leave the ready room. As the doors opened, he stopped and turned to face his CO. "Sir," he said, once again getting her attention. "Thank you, Sir." And with that, he returned to his post. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ----------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.22 (Mystique-deck 4-conselor's office-Ensign Telan Raynar Counselor - 10:28) Telan had finally finished unpacking his belongings and got everything put into place in his cabin, all but the one last crate and he would finish that tonight. His cabin wasn't as large as he had hoped for but that was OK, he liked small areas and he wouldn't spend a lot of time in his cabin anyway. Right now he was in his office looking through the widely varied crew manifest. ~A Hermat?~ He thought to himself.~ Ill have to look that one up. =/\=Computer, Request message to be sent to Chief medical Officer and senior Counselor. Message should read. This is Telan Raynar,2nd ships counslor. If it is possible I would like to meet with you at your earliest convenience to discus my duties and how I may be of best service to my new ship and crew. END MESSAGE. Send messages separately and with compliments=/\= ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ---------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.22 (USS Mystique - Bridge - CSO Ketal - 1130) After the meeting with Ambassador Tar-Tharian had ended Ketal had stopped briefly in the Officer's Mess for some refreshment then made his way to the Bridge. As he stepped through the turbolift doors he saw that it was abuzz with activity. Captain Winters was seated in the command chair with her ever present Combat Engineer bodyguard standing behind her. The CE's eyes flicked in his direction and seemed to consider the possibility of a threat for just an instant then returned to scanning the bridge again as he made his way toward her. Coming up beside the Captain Ketal gained her attention then held out the PADD he carried and said. "Captain all sensors are working normally and this PADD contains a report on current planetary conditions. More data is being accumulated but will not be ready until late this evening therefore I thought it prudent to bring this to your attention." With that he handed the PADD over to her and cupped his hands behind him as he waited for her reply. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ---------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.22 (USS Mystique - Bridge - Ensign Jason Dema - 1217) "So how come she is not with your mom and dad. I just ask because a starship seams to be a dangerous place to rase a child more so this one". Jason got silent for a while, the painfull thought that he couldn't see his mother in her last days, it tore him apart. He then turned to Travis "Look, don't you think that if I had the choice that I would've let her on earth, now get back to work Ensign." Jason said with a annoyed voice, then he turned back to the console, continuing his work on the phasers (Reply Travis) Jason suddenly realised that he went out of the way, and he felt sorry about that, he calmed down, and he started telling while still looking at the console, but without doing anything. "When we were young, our father was MIA, we haven't heard of him so far. But we stayed on the farm, me, my mother and my 2 sisters. Then I started working here, I had to leave them all behind. Then, a few weeks ago when I was still on the Nimitz, she suddenly stood there, Cassandra, alone with her bags. I was so glad to see her, but the news she brought....... was terrible. Our mother had died. Our sister went to live with her boyfriend, but Cassie hated the guy, and he couldn't stand her. So she asked if she could stay with me. So you see, I didn't have a choice." A tear fell on the console, slowly running down till the edge, were it was left alone to dry. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ----------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.22 (USS Mystique - Bridge - TASC Ensign Travis Keswick - 1220) Travis new by the look on Jason's face that asking him about his mom and dad was not a good idea. Then Jason turned to him. "Look, don't you think that if I had the choice that I would've let her on earth, now get back to work Ensign." Jason said with a annoyed voice, then he turned back to the console, continuing his work on the phasers. Travis was shocked when jason snapped at him. "Sorry I had no idea. I didn't mean to open old wounds." Travis turned and continued his work on the weapon aray. Then after a moment of silents jason started talking. "When we were young, our father was MIA, we haven't heard of him so far. But we stayed on the farm, me, my mother and my 2 sisters. Then I started working here, I had to leave them all behind. Then, a few weeks ago when I was still on the Nimitz, she suddenly stood there, Cassandra, alone with her bags. I was so glad to see her, but the news she brought....... was terrible. Our mother had died. Our sister went to live with her boyfriend, but Cassie hated the guy, and he couldn't stand her. So she asked if she could stay with me. So you see, I didn't have a choice." Travis stood there looking at his console wondering what to say looking over at Jason he noticed he was crying. Travis put his hand on his shoulder. "Hay your lucky to have your sister they can be cool. When you look at her in a way your looking at your mom and dad so they will always be with you looking over you. and just think the way you bring up Cassandra in some respects is how your mom and dad brought you up so you will always have that part of them in your life so they will always be with you. (Reply Jason) Then Travis turned to his console and went back to work. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ---------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.22 (USS Mystique - Bridge - Ensign Jason Dema - 1221) Jason felt Travis's hand on his shoulder and he turned to look at him "Hay your lucky to have your sister they can be cool. When you look at her in a way your looking at your mom and dad so they will always be with you looking over you. and just think the way you bring up Cassandra in some respects is how your mom and dad brought you up so you will always have that part of them in your life so they will always be with you. "guess so, but believe me, I like to have my sister around, but if I had the choice, I would rather leave her someplace safe." Then Travis turned to his console and went back to work. Jason also returned to his work. "So, how about your family?" ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ----------------------------------------------------- . Stardate: 2406.10.22 (USS Mystique - Sickbay; FO Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia; 1340) As Peter entered sickbay he noticed that there were quite a number of surgical instruments that he had never seen before. He had spent little time in sickbay, both on Geneva nad now on Mystique, and it was quite novel to be there for something other than a physical. "Good afternoon Doc." Peters aid as he approached Dr Wier. (Reply Wier, iyw) "I hope that you will not be tempted to..add anything out of the ordinary!" He said with a smile. As she laughed he walked behind the screen and undressed. It was disconcerting that he would be naked in front of, not only a subordinate but also a pregnant lady. He lay on the bed, as he was instructed and pulled the blanket over his lower body. The team came from seemingly nowhere, the nurse gave him a hypospray and then darkness befell his world. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ --------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.22 (USS Mystique - Sickbay; FO Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia; 1406) Peter awoke feeling numb. His face felt wrong and his skin felt restrictive. It was an odd sensation, one he hoped he would not be stuck with. He sat up slowley and felt the universe spin. The good doctor reasured him that he was fine and it would settle soon. Eventually he stood and was handed a gown. Once he was 'covered up' he walked towards the full length mirror the doctor had placed so that the away team could see what the looked like. He glanced around to see if anyone was watching, when he saw that they were all busy, he opened up the gown to take a look at his temperary body. He was slightly green-blue, with brown mottling on his chest. His eyes were dark chestnut brown and his hair was white with a hint of red. His face, now covered in green-blue skin, looked quite distinguished and his nose was quite dainty, his lips were veluptous, full and slightly erotic. He was pleased with the facial structure, it gave the impression that he was strong, yet intelectual. As he glanced down the rest of his body it became evident that the good doctor had done some detailed research. His body continued the sea colour, with mottling all the way to his feet. His 'place' was still there, but had been covered in the green-blue/brown mottling that was evident over the rest of his body. It felt really odd, not to mention tight. ~I wonder what would happen if....~ His thoughts trailed off as he noticed the weight on his back. He did not have wings, but the little stumps required all of the muscle groups that the full wings did. And somehow the doc had integrated them into his body, he could move them - but it hurt. He just had to keep practicing. Just then he heard a cough, he turned to see a young nurse staring at him. It took him a few seconds to realise he was naked. The pooor girl blushed like a beetroot. He grabbed his gown, now furled at his feet and covered himself up. "I'm sorry Ensign, was there something you wanted?" He looked at this beautiful woman as she replied. ~Such a shame I'm the First Officer. But she has already seem me without my clothes!!~ He visibly shook himself, as he heard the trail end of her sentence. Once she had finished she almost ran out of the room. ~"They are over there"~ He remembered. He turned to face the direction she had pointed and saw a stool with a pile of clothes on. He clambered over and noticed for the first time that his feet were about 2 sizes bigger. ~Hmmmm....~ He dressed in his attire and again walked to the mirror to survey himself. He now wore a loose fitting suit made from what felt like a cotton/wool mix. His trousers were a red-brown and were in the style of the 40's period in earth history. His shirt was white and made entirely of cotton, it felt nice against his new skin. Then there was his green waistcoat and re-brown jacket. They were all made from the same cotton/wool mix as the trousers. Then there were the cotton socks and the brown leather shoes. On the floor, next to the stool was a walking stick, with a hat, gloves and a scarve. Once he was dresssesd in all his clothes, he nodded to the doctor who was about to perform a new operation on someone Peter could not see. He left the room and headed for the mess hall. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ----------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.22 (USS Mystique - Mess Hall; FO Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia & Darwin Kusogai; 1535) Peter walked into the mess hall with his new body and attire. People stared, but not in a negative way. Some even laughed. Peter walked towards the bar where he saw Darwin. "I hear that you have concocted some delicious fare from the surface?" Peter enquired. "Indeed, I have. It is a light curry with rice. It is still being cooked as we speak and I hope to invite all the senior staff to dinner, as well as those going on the away mission." Darwin replied. "Sounds delightful. How did you find it?" Peter was intrigued as to how exactly Darwin had come up with such a dish. "Well, I happened to be in the science lab when they were going through the transmissions. I saw one that cought my eye and had the whole thing transfered to my workstation. It was some sort of cookery program. I did not have everything they were talking about, but I approximated and I think you will be getting a genuine taste of their cuisine." Darwin looked nervous, as he was not sure how Peter would react to him being in a restricted area. "Well, I look forward to tasting it. Yu haven't put anything....unusual in it, have you?" Darwin laughed. "Me, unusual ingrediants? Hah!" Then he walked away laughing. After that Peter walked to his quaters to get some sleep. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ -------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.22 (USS Mystique - Personal Quaters; FO Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia; 1600) Peter walked into his quaters, tired and sore. His whole body ached, especially his back. He took off his clothes and walked into his spacious bathroom. He wanted a bath. He turned on the taps, put in the plug and added some bubble bath. One of the perks of being FO was that the had luxuries in his quaters. He stripped and sat in the tub once it was full. He grabbed his book, 'Howard's End', which was sat on a shelf above the bath tub and started to read. Eventually he had to get out and dried himself off. He dressed in his bathrobe and walked to his bed. As he lay down he felt a strange sensation in his back. The little stumps, that he thought would be a pain to lie down on, had folded into his back. It was obviously something that the young ones of the civilization experienced before their wings became fully fledged. It was an odd feeling and he kept sitting up and lying down to feel them pop in and out as the muscles moved to accomodate his positions. Eventually he had had enough fun and lay down to sleep. It came easy, the first time in a long while and soon he was dreaming about a young nurse in sickbay. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ -------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.23 (USS Mystique, Personal Quarters, OPS, Lt (jg) HHril, 0445) [The time is 0445 hours] HHril was already awake in his bed when the computer notified him of the time. The lights in his quarters slowly began to increase in intensity as he had programmed them to do. "Computer." he said as he rose and headed to washroom, waiting to hear the chirp of acknowledgment. "Activate the sonic shower." He loved water showers. He loved the feel of the liquid over his body. But he was afraid of becoming too accustomed to it again. In Starfleet, especially as part of what could be considered a rogue fleet, certain luxuries were bound to become more restricted. Besides, the sonic shower did the trick. And not having to dry ones hair could certainly be considered a plus. "Computer, de-activate the sonic shower." he said after about 4 minutes. The sensation of the sonic shower was much less desirable than that of its liquid counterpart. He stepped back into his living quarters and approached the replicator. "Protein shake." he said. The hum of the replicator and lights that accompanied it began and ended, leaving a large glass full of a thick liquid. HHril took the liquid and headed towards his bedroom taking a large swig from the glass. Today, he would be in command of an away mission. It would be the first time HHril took command of a group of officers for an away mission, and he wanted to be certain that he prepared for the mission as best as could be expected. Sitting at his table, PADD in one hand, protein shake in the other, HHril went over known schematics for the Conestoga class of starship. Being modular ships, as they were, it was possible that this vessels interior was completely different than what was noted in the technical database. But non-the-less, HHril read over the files, knowing that even the smallest piece of information could be vital. "Computer," he said, "play back planet transmission referring to flying box of the forefathers." The computer replayed the transmission that the entire senior staff had gone over the day before. There was no way of knowing 100% for certain, but what else could the 'flying box of the forefathers' mean? It was more than likely that they would not be able to remove the vessel from orbit. Their task had therefore grown exponentially more difficult. How would they go about keeping the ship in a stable orbit? It was a question that begged answering. HHril quickly finished his drink and headed out the door for the zero-gravity gymnasium. Excercise ofter cleared his mind, helping him focus and come up with solutions to a variety of different problems. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ----------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.23 (USS Dian Chang, Bridge, CO Captain Jaelle Tambrick, 0800) "Captain, we are nearing the last known position of the Mystique." Captain Tambrick's Tactical Officer said, pulling up the view of the sector. "Obviously the Mystique is not here, Mr. Hatch." Jaelle said, displeased. She was under strict orders by Doenitz to destroy the Mystique. It had been hijacked by Rebels, and Starfleet considered it to be a loss. "Don't understand why the Maquis would be all the way out here." Jaelle's Counsellor spoke, voicing the concern that all of them felt at having to destroy a Federation Starship that had only been launched three months prior. "Nor do I, Mr. Tung. But we have our orders." The Captain spoke, frowning. "Captain, picking up a warp trail." Ops said. "Confirmed." Science replied. "Feed the coordinates into the navigation computer, and set a course, Maximum Warp." "Captain, at Warp 8 we will be there in 11 hours." Conn replied. "Make it so." Jaelle spoke, getting up and heading into her ready room. "As soon as we have the Mystique on the sensors, drop us out of Warp and inform me, Ensign." She informed Tactical. "Aye, Sir." Jaelle went into her Ready Room and put her head into her hands, trying to calm down. Akira vs Akira, and Jaelle had no doubt which of the two would win. The Mystique had been configured as a science ship, not a battle cruiser. Jaelle pulled up the file on the Mystique and began reading Doenitz's notes again, hoping for something to resolve her dilema. She wasn't sure that she could destroy a starfleet ship. ~Maybe I am in the wrong business.~ The new Captain thought to herself, trying very hard not to begin crying. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ---------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.23 (USS Mystique, Shuttle Bay, OPS, Lt (jg) HHril, 0900) HHril had been the second to arrive. Ensign Tourana had been there first, running over the pre-flight and inspecting her craft. HHril was happy she had been assigned to the mission. Had she not have been, he would have asked for her. She had proven herself more than capable with a Runabout, and he wanted that assurance for this mission. The others continued to file into the shuttle bay. Each was provided with an environmental suit, all except for the CE's that Major Lee had assigned. They arrived in their BDU's. Pre-checks were run by each individual on their suits systems and their diagnostic and repair equipment. This was no simple beam in/beam out mission. If something didn't work, or was missing, it could take time for them to receive it. Time they may not have. HHril was off by himself, checking over his equipment when the Captain walked into the shuttle bay. He looked up and acknowledged her with a nod as she walked over to the pilot Ensign. What was said was between the Captain and the pilot officer. Knowing the Captain, it was a vote of confidence and a standing order. He watched as she then turned and headed in his direction. He rose from his crouched position and pulled the environmental suit up and fit it over his shoulders. "If there is any trouble," she began as he lifter his gear and clipped the various items into their places." "Your first priority is the away team, not the planet. Understand ?" HHril paused for a moment, knowing full well that as the officer in charge, he had to balance two very real and very important priorities. The safety of the men and women under his command, and that of the prime directive. "Aye, Sir." he said with a slight smile. "Understood." "Ensign Dema," she then said getting the aTAC/SEC's attention. "Is your team ready to go ?" "Yes, Ma'am." replied the eager Ensign. "We're ready to leave at any time." The Captain then nodded in the general direction of the CEO saying, "God speed to you, and good luck." HHril grabbed his phaser, the last piece of equipment he had to attach to his suit. He looked at the faces of the away team. They were eager to get underway. And the time had come. "Ladies and Gentlemen." he said with a sly smirk. "Start your engines." ------------------------------------------------------------------------ -------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.23 (USS Mystique, Conference Room, TASC Ensign Travis Keswick, 1000) "I would be glad to speak with you, Mr. Keswick. Just let me know when." As the Ambassador smiled at him he could tell his face was turning red. "Well Ambassador I have to go see Dr Weir at 1100 for my transformation then I'm going to cargo bay 2 to practice flying and getting used to the wings. If you have time can you go to cargo bay 2 and see me so we can talk. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ----------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.23 (USS Mystique - Conference Room - FO, Lt. Commander Peter Bellinia - 1059) Peter was looking around the room, looking at his team in detail. The Captain had chosen well and he hoped that this mission went without a hitch, so that these fine examples of Starfleet could experience this civilization in all its beauty. Just then Travis spoke up. "Commander I only ask this as the security officer on this away mission but what do we do if we are met with violence. and if we get separated. I ask this only because we don't know what to expect we know vary little about these People." Travis asked, Peter turned to face him. "Well, we will be carrying type one phasers, hidden but accesible. They are the absolute last resort. I will not tollerate ANY flagrant display of superiority. If we find ourselves in a hostile situation then we deal with it appropriatley. Mr Keswick, I want you to find out how they deal with violence. That is your little sub-mission. I would say, hand to hand, if it is nessecary, deal with it as an un-armed civillian would. Remember that we are historians and would not have knowledge of any tactical superiority above that of self defence." Peter was pacing the room. It had occured to him that they would encounter violence, but from what he saw of the broadcasts they were a peaceful species. "Also we will have comm badges, again they will be hidden. The Mystique will monitor our progress and will act accordingly if we are in any danger. That is also why we have marines accompanying us. My opinion is that we will not experience such activity, but it is good to be prepared. Just relax and enjoy the mission. What's the worst that can happen?" Peter started to laugh. The rest followed suit and then he headed back to his seat as more questions came in. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2406.10.23 (USS Mystique - Sickbay, - CMO Dr. Kellita Weir - 1108) "Did you get a medical exam when you came on board, Mr. Keswick?"She asked, trying to sound both clinical and personable at the same time. "No not yet I have not had time". he sead as he finished getting undressed. "But we might as well get it out of the way if you have time." Kellita nodded and turned back around with a medical tricorder. She ran it over him and made some notes. "This won't hurt a bit." She said, taking some samples of his hair and blood and skin, and running them through the computer. She went back to the tricorder, then stepped closer to him, looking up his nose and down his throat. "You, Ensign, have a sinus infection." She said. "I bet you've been sniffling a lot." She said, running a blue beam over his nose. "That should fix that." She turned back to her tray and picked up the pigment stain she was using to dye the skin of the various crewmembers. "Something dark hmm ?" She said, with a grin. "How about a royal blue ?" She put the canister into the hypo and came over. "This will, actually hurt a bit." "Very nice." She spoke, looking back at the various images of people she had captured. "Now about your eyes...." And she rummaged in a drawer. "Look straight up at me," She said shining the light into his eye which altered the pigments to a dark blue tricolored with violet and streaks of gold. "Now your ears..." She said, picking up the implants and grafting them onto him. Then she changed the color to match his skin. "Wiggle for me, see if they'll fall off." She joked, turning back to her notes. "Nails....hmmm." She said, picking up the stimulator and encouraging nail growth. She then called one of her nurses in to file them into points. "Your hair is next, I think." Kellita injected a small dye packet into his neck, and the dye began to spread, changing the color of his hair to a deep midnight blue. "It needs to be much longer...." She said, picking the stimulator up again and 'encouraging' it to grow down to his waist. She motioned a nurse over to style it into a braid tied off with leather thongs. Once they were done, she nodded to the two nurses. "You absolutely can not strip." Kellita warned, helping the Ensign into the skin tight harness that held the wings, dyed to match his skin. "It will pass from far away, but not up close." She said in warning. "They are very heavy...I want you to walk around sickbay and get used to wearing them before going down to the planet." She said. "Think about flexing them." She ordered. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ --------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.23 (USS Mystique - Sickbay, - TASC Ensign Travis Keswick - 1110) "But we might as well get it out of the way if you have time." Kellita nodded and turned back around with a medical tricorder. She ran it over him and made some notes. "This won't hurt a bit." She said, taking some samples of his hair and blood and skin, and running them through the computer. She went back to the tricorder, then stepped closer to him, looking up his nose and down his throat. "You, Ensign, have a sinus infection." She said. "I bet you've been sniffling a lot." She said, running a blue beam over his nose. "That should fix that." "Thank you doc" he sead as he scratched his nose. She turned back to her tray and picked up the pigment stain she was using to dye the skin of the various crewmembers. "Something dark hmm ?" She said, with a grin. "How about a royal blue ?" She put the canister into the hypo and came over. "This will, actually hurt a bit." Travis looked into the doctors eyes as she injected him with the pigment not flinching. "Very nice." She spoke, looking back at the various images of people she had captured. "Now about your eyes...." And she rummaged in a drawer. "Look straight up at me," She said shining the light into his eye which altered the pigments to a dark blue tricolored with violet and streaks of gold. "Wow cool" he sead with a grin. "Now your ears..." She said, picking up the implants and grafting them onto him. Then she changed the color to match his skin. "Wiggle for me, see if they'll fall off." She joked, turning back to her notes. "Nails....hmmm." She said, picking up the stimulator and encouraging nail growth. She then called one of her nurses in to file them into points. Travis looked at the nurse as she file his nails. "your vary good at this" he sead to the nurse and the nurse smiled at him. "Your hair is next, I think." Kellita injected a small dye packet into his neck, and the dye began to spread, changing the color of his hair to a deep midnight blue. "It needs to be much longer...." She said, picking the stimulator up again and 'encouraging' it to grow down to his waist. She motioned a nurse over to style it into a braid tied off with leather thongs. After the nurse finished styling his hair. "hmm maybe I should keep it this long". Then he sow his reflection in the console. "Then agen maybe not" he sead to himself with a chuckle. Once they were done, she nodded to the two nurses. "You absolutely can not strip." Kellita warned, helping the Ensign into the skin tight harness that held the wings, dyed to match his skin. "It will pass from far away, but not up close." She said in warning. "They are very heavy...I want you to walk around sickbay and get used to wearing them before going down to the planet." She said. "Think about flexing them." She ordered. Travis shifted his stance to adjust to the wings. then he walked around the bio bed and then out to the main area of sickbay. flapping his wings. he lifted a couple of centimeters of the floor. "Wow this is cool. can I keep it when the mission is over? he sead with a big grin. "This will work" he sead as he walked back to where the doctor was standing. Kellita grinned as the wings obediantly flapped. "It uses the electrical impulses from your brain, the transponder picks them up and translates them into commands that the harnass understands. The wings are powered, so they should allow you to fly. You'll have to practice that...." Kellita's voice trailed off as she looked over the outfits. "Here you go." She said, handing him the rough woolen breeches and silken tunic type shirt she had seen the others wear on the planet.  Kellita helped him put them on, since getting them over the wings was a challenge. She belted it with the cord belts that she had seen others wear, then helped him get the sleeveless woolen jacket on. She looked him over, then strapped these strange knife things to each arm. She stood back and looked him over for a minute. "The ones without wings wear some kind of sword down their back, but the ones with wings just seem to use those throwing knives." She shrugged as her next patient came in. "Please go get your balance with those wings and practice flying in the cargo bays to get the hang of it. You are going to have problems going through doors...those wings are rather large...like all the ones I've seen." Travis walked over to the mirror spreading his wings then turning around. Well? she sead as travis folded his wings over his torso then crossed his arms. "Well doc you do grate work thank you. He sead as he made his way to the door. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ----------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.23 (USS Mystique - Cargo Bay 2 - TASC Ensign Travis Keswick 1200) Travis Walked threw the big double and into cargo bay 2. "Well this is a better place the ever to stretch my wings. He sead to himself as he spread his wings and looked around to mack shoer that there was no one around. See no one around he started walking around jumping in place just to get the fell of the suit.Then he moved his body around stretching and bending to brake in the suit. "Well it is now or never" He sead to himself as he flapped his wings and began to lift off the floor. When he got hovering then he started flying higher the around the cargo bay bumping in to thing but go better at it as time went by. After a little practice he was flying like a pro.He was flying around fast and making sharp turns and just having fun when he herd the doors open then he turned his head to see who it was he lost his focus and almost hit the wall he made a sharp tern and crash landed at the persons feet. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.23 (USS Mystique,Sickbay, CMO, Dr. Kellita Weir, 1250) " Hello, you must be Mr. Denton" said the man " I'm Sergei Radchenko lets just wait for Dr. Weir to get here and we'll start some tests on you." "Dr. Weir is here." Kellita said, coming into sickbay, somewhat sleepy. Her afternoon meal tended to make her tired. Kellita looked over the new Ensign. "Do you have any medical problems?" "Not that I know of, but I suppose doctor knows best right?" joked James Kellita frowned as she ran the scanner over him. "You broke your right arm at some point, about two years ago. How did it happen?" "Oh yes that, I was playing baseball with some of my friends, and when this smug Vulcan got a hit I jumped back to catch it and landed on my arm, thus breaking it." responded James. She continued to run the scanner over him. "Lets see" She said, taking samples and running them throught the computer. "Everything looks fine, Ensign. If you are heading down to the planet, then come back here and we'll get you ready." She looked over at the door where the Ambassador and Dr. Mias were waiting patiently. "Ambassador Tar-Thurian, and Dr. Riven Mias may I introduce you to the new ACEO, Ensign Denton. Dr. Mias is our Counsellor." Kellita explained, making the introductions. " Hello, my names is James is nice to meet the both of you." James said politely. "Well I'm sorry I don't have time to chat, I have to report to Engineering to receive a briefing. Nice meeting you." James left the room and headed towards a turbolift ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2406.10.22 (USS Mystique - Deck 4, Counselor's Office - Dr. Riven Mias - 1135) (USS Mystique - Ensign Raynars quarters- Ensign Telan Raynar- 1136) (USS Mystique - quarters - Ensign Jason Dema - 1305) (USS Mystique - Mess Hall- Ensign Travis Keswick- 1540) (USS Mystique - Mess Hall; FO Lt Cmdr Petre Belinia; 1545) (USS Mystique - Mess Hall; TASC Ensign Travis Keswick; 1548) (USS Mystique - Personal Quarters- Ensign Travis Keswick; 1800) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.23 (USS Mystique - quarters - Ensign Jason Dema & Cassandra Dema - 0453) (USS Mystique - Holodeck - Ensign Jason Dema & Cassandra Dema - 0501) (USS Mystique - quarters - Ensign Jason Dema & Cassandra Dema & Sarah Nevada - 0612) (USS Mystique - FO's Quaters; FO Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia; 0730) (USS Mystique - Shuttlebay - Ensign Jason Dema - 0830) (USS Mystique - Bridge; FO Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia; 0840) (USS Mystique, Shuttle Bay, OPS, Lt (jg) HHril, 915) (USS Mystique - Shuttle bay 1; FO Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia; 1330) (USS Gunnel; FO Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia/Tashish Laoa; 1358) (USS Gunnel - CSO Ketal - 1359) (Planet: Raellus VI; Capital City: Matais; FO Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia/Tashish Laoa; 1430/1755) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Begin Compile Stardate: 2406.10.22 (USS Mystique - Deck 4, Counselor's Office - Dr. Riven Mias - 1135) Riven was sitting at his desk sifting through recent events in his own mind. There were many things happening all at once and it would have been easy for his attention to be pulled in other directions but as it was he was thinking about the inhabitants of the planet below and what they must be like when the computer signaled for his attention. [Message for Counselor Riven Mias.] ~ This is extraordinary, who would be sending me a message? ~ " Computer play the message," he said as he pursed his lips and gave it his undivided attention. [This is Telan Raynar, 2nd ships counslor. If it is possible I would like to meet with you at your earliest convenience to discus my duties and how I may be of best service to my new ship and crew. 2nd Counselor also sends his compliments.] Riven leaned forward and pressed the comm button on the computer panel and said. "Counselor Raynar, this is Dr. Riven Mias welcoming you aboard. I am currently in my office on deck 4 and would enjoy meeting with you at your earliest convenience. Please drop in as soon as possible." Having answered the message he smiled at the possibilities having a 2nd Counselor afforded, this could allow him to draw back some from normal routine while the other Counselor assumed the role thus placing him in the position he was most valuable in which would be his speciality; Mind healing and the dispensing of hi sustantial experience and wisdom. His smile grew wider at the thought of the other things it would free up time for. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2406.10.22 (USS Mystique - Ensign Raynars quarters- Ensign Telan Raynar- 1136) Telan herd the sounder go off on the terminal as he was headed to the sickbay to meet the CMO. He punched up the call code and replayed the message. =/\="Counselor Raynar, this is Dr. Riven Mias welcoming you aboard. I am currently in my office on deck 4 and would enjoy meeting with you at your earliest convenience. Please drop in as soon as possible."=/\= Telan touched his comm badge =/\= Dr. Riven, This is Ensign Raynar. I was just on my way up and if it is alright I will stop in for a visit now=/\= (reply Dr. Riven Mias) ~This ought to be an experience, I have wanted to meet this guy for a while~ Telan was thinking.He walked quickly to the nearest turbo lift and gave the command to go to deck four. a few short minutes later he was outside the DR.'s quarters pressing the entery chime. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2406.10.22 (USS Mystique - quarters - Ensign Jason Dema - 1305) Jason was thinking about the mission all the time, and decided he should go over some specifics with Hhril before they departed. After all, the ship was old, and a lot could go wrong. Jason arrived at Hhril's room and knocked on the door. (reply Hhril) "Excuse me Sir, I was thinking about the mission, and I wanted to go over the plan, to make sure nothing can go wrong.... or at least, as less as possible." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.22 (USS Mystique - Mess Hall- Ensign Travis Keswick- 1540) Travis walked into the mess hall and looked around to see who was there he sow Commander Belinia over at the bar talking to Darwin Kusogal so Travis made his way over to the bar. "What can I get for you" Ensign Kusogal asked as he moved over to him. "Klingon Blood wine Please" Travis sead as Kusogal turned to get him his drink. "Thank you" He sead as Kusogal placed his drink infront of him. Taking a drink from his cup he turned to Peter. "Commander May I say I like the new you He sead with a smile," "Sorry I have not had time to talk to you much since we started this mission." "I just wont to see how you are doing and get to know you a little bit and seeing you here I thought I would just say hi." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.22 (USS Mystique - Mess Hall; FO Lt Cmdr Petre Belinia; 1545) As Travis took his drink he started to talk with Peter. Peter turned to face Travis, who was looking quite different. It had been a long while since the two had talked, and he felt that it was time to get to know Travis better. "Commander may I say I like the new you. Sorry I have not had time to talk to you much since we started this mission. I just want to see how you are doing and get to know you a little bit and seeing you here I thought I would just say hi." Peter smiled. "I do look quite dashing!" He turned to survey the room, he saw an empty table by the window and headed in that direction. "I must say, Ensign, that you are coming on leaps and bounds since your commission to the Mystique. How are you finding it here?" (Reply Travis) They reached the table and sat. Peter noted that the stars were dancing, and it seemed to be a forboding symphony that the performed to. He noted it and turned his attention to the Ensign sat opposite him. "I am glad to hear that you like the Mystique so much. How do you feel about the away mission, are you apprehensive at all?" Peter wanted to know what his chief tactical officer was thinking. (Reply Travis) "I share your conscern, but I doubt we will be discovered. Just remember that you are in charge of our safety, and if you feel that we are taking unnessecary risks you should voice your concerns to me." Peter, who did not have a drink, waived down a waiter. "Green tea, sweet. Thank you." (Reply Travis) As the waiter ambled off to fetch Peter his tea, the two officers sat and talked. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2406.10.22 (USS Mystique - Mess Hall; TASC Ensign Travis Keswick; 1548) Peter smiled. "I do look quite dashing!" He turned to survey the room, he saw an empty table by the window and headed in that direction. "I must say, Ensign, that you are coming on leaps and bounds since your commission to the Mystique. How are you finding it here?" Travis followed the Commander to the empty table. "Thank you Sr." "I find this ship and her crew to be the best in the fleet and I think that we can make history." Travis noticed the commander looking out the window and he look out as well. "The view is outstanding don't you think Sr?." Travis sead has he sat down with the commander. How do you feel about the away mission, are you apprehensive at all?" Peter asked as he looked back at him. "Yes I am a little apprehensive about this away mission we don't know much about this planet or the people how live down there". "And there is always a chance that we may be discovered". "But I understand why we must do it so I know we will over come any problems we might come across". he sead with a smile. "I share your concern, but I doubt we will be discovered. Just remember that you are in charge of our safety, and if you feel that we are taking unnessecary risks you should voice your concerns to me." Peter saed as he ordered a drink. Taking another sip of his blood wine she continued talking to the commander. "I understand Sr." "Do you see us coming across any problems on this mission. (Reply peter) "I have to agree I think if that comes up we will handle it no problem" Finishing his drink " Well commander i hate to cut this short it is 1600 and I need to do my security rounds before I call it a night. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.22 (USS Mystique - Deck 16 Weight Room- Ensign Travis Keswick; 1730 ) Travis Walked into the weight room to see Lt. Alesia and Sgt. Peters working on hand to hand combat drills. "Sorry to interrupt your training but I need to talk to you about the upcoming away mission. he sead as he walked up to them. (Reply Alesia and Peter) Travis Looked into the two marines eyes as they stood at attention. "This is the final plan for the away mission." he sead as he handed them padds"Do you have any questions?" (Reply Alesia and peters) "Good now that that is out of the way." he sead after answering there questions. "Now for why I'm here". Travis sead his voice turning vary series. He looked them over as they where still standing at attention. "As you know we are going down to the plant to wish we know vary little about." "It is my job to make shore that we all make it back in one pice." "Your only job on this mission is to see that everyone stays safe." "Is that understood" he sead spinning to look into there eyes. "Good carry on then" Travis then continued his rounds. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.22 (USS Mystique - Personal Quarters- Ensign Travis Keswick; 1800) He walked into his quarters and kicked off his boots and removed his uniform jacket. He sat hat his desk and reviewed the notes for the away mission. After reviewing his notes he headed for the shower something he did every night to help him sleep. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.23 (USS Mystique - quarters - Ensign Jason Dema & Cassandra Dema - 0453) Jason was still sleeping, it was only a few hours before the away-mission. The room was quiet... Too quiet. Something in the room was moving, slowly, and heading to jason. Gazing at Jason, it got closer and closer, determined to reach him without him even knowing.... Just at the moment it was about to reach Jason, it fell, creating a loud noise wich woke Jason up. "Computer, lights on." The lights turned on, and as they did, jason looked at the position where the noise originated. There he saw Cassandra lying on the floor. "Cassie? What are you doing up this early." "I wanted to wake you up, you said we would do some exercises before you would leave for work." Cassandra, who was healing pretty fast, could allready walk and move, but she was still a bit restricted, but jason kept helping her, and encouraging her to keep going. They practiced every morning at the level that Cassandra could handle, the progress was good, and they predicted that she'll be fully healed in about 3 weeks. Also the help from Sarah was welcome, as she took care of her when Jason wasn't there. Sarah appeared at the right time. Jason was gratefull for what she did to help, as was cassandra. "Come on let's go." Cassandra said. Jason got out of bed and put his clothes on and walked at the pace of his sister to the holodeck. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.23 (USS Mystique - Holodeck - Ensign Jason Dema & Cassandra Dema - 0501) As soon as they arrived, Jason went over the list of excersises the doctor prescibed. he could notice Cassandra's progress, but they still had a long way to go before she could be like she used to be. The exercises went slowly, probably due to the early hour, but they didn't let them get discouraged. "Come on Cassie, I know it's early, but at least try to reach your last result." Cassandra gave everything she had, but she couldn't do it. She sighed. "Well, I guess we can't have the same result every day, you did your best, I can't ask you to do more then that." Cassandra looked at Jason and smiled, she knew how much jason cared about her, that alone gave her the spirit to keep on going, but she felt a bit weak, probably cause of the early hour. "I'm tired, can we stop for today?" "On last exercise, and we'll go back to our room." "Okay." Jason loaded the last exercise, but lowered the difficulty a bit without Cassandra noticing it, just to make Cassandra feel a bit better. Luckily it worked. Cassandra finished the last exercise and stood up. "Good job Cassie, now, let's go back, I'm starting to get hungry." "Your hungry? geez, you didn't do a thing and are nagging your hungry? Then what do I have to say?" "Your right, come on, let's go eat, or I'll have to live without you yelling at me all the time." Cassandra made a face, she knew he was joking, but she stuck out her tongue to tease him back. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2406.10.23 (USS Mystique - quarters - Ensign Jason Dema & Cassandra Dema & Sarah Nevada - 0612) When jason and Cassandra entered their quarters, the table was set, and a soft music was playing. They looked in disbelief as they didn't knew what was going on. "Hey guys, have a seat." They turned to see who was there, and saw it was Sarah. "Go on, have a seat, I've made breakfast." Jason and cassandra looked at each other and walked over to the table. "I know you how you two like earth food, so, I've made something especially for you two." "What is it." Jason asked. "You'll see, now, close your eyes." They closed their eyes, and Sarah put a plate in front each of them, and joined at the table with her plate." "Okay, dig in." They opened their eyes, and saw a plate, with on the side 3 pieces of bacon, a pile hash brown, and in the middle a full stack, with butter on it, wich was allready melting and dripping over the edges. Cassandra saw it, and immediatly started eating, Jason couldn't believe what he saw. "You know, you really didn't have to do this." "But I wanted to, now, eat." So, Jason started eating. It was a while ago sonce he ate breakfast, he normally worked out and went to work straight after, but he couldn't refuse this time. "You know, you really didn't have to do this." jason said "But I wanted to." "Why? you allready did enough, even more then I can ask of you." "Just eat and enjoy, that's all I want you to do now." Jason looked at Sarah's face, and couldn't find anything else to say, so he gave up and continued eating. After it was done, Jason checked the time. it was allready 0701. He had to prepare for the away-mission. "Sarah, can I talk to you in private for a second?" "Sure." And Sarah went along. "I need you to take care of Cassie now, I have to leave on an away mission, and I can't say when I will return, so if I'm not back tonight, feel free to sleep in my bed." "Okay Jason, no problem." "One more thing, it can turn out dangerous, so I want you to look over Cassie when the worst happens, wich I hope won't happen." "You make sure you come back you hear, or I'll drag you back from the afterlife." Jason smiled. "I hold you to it." They walked back into the room where Cassandra was waiting. "I got to go now Cassie, but don't worry, Sarah will stay to watch over you, so you two have fun." "Will do." cassandra said. Jason stepped over to cassandra and gave a kiss on her forehead. "Be a good girl okay." "Yep, I'll keep my 'yelling' for when you come home." Jason smiled and walked to the door, and Sarah followed him. "Be safe, and come back okay." "I'll see what I can do about it." Jason smiled and gave Sarah a hug, and he then walked through the door. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.23 (USS Mystique - FO's Quaters; FO Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia; 0730) Peter awoke to the sound of Mozart. He felt that the computer was too much to bear as an alarm and had changed it to play classical music instead. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, they felt strange. He slumped out of bed and sauntered into his bathroom where he started his water shower. The steam started to rise and he took off his night clothes. That was when it hit him, he was different. He looked in the mirror and stared. It was odd, forgeting that you have changed, but he remembered what had happened yesterday and laughed. Once he had showered and had some breakfast, he bagan to read his briefing notes from yesterday. He started to think of what he needed to do before they departed in the shuttle. After his long personal briefing he dressed and walked out to the Bridge. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.23 (USS Mystique - Shuttlebay - Ensign Jason Dema - 0830) Jason entered the shuttlebay and looked for his team. "Okay guys, be prepared for anything, remember what you learned, and listen carefully to my commands and we'll come back safely, any questions?" "No Sir." sounded from the team. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2406.10.23 (USS Mystique - Bridge; FO Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia; 0840) Peter stepped out onto the Bridge to see Herk in the command seat. "Report." Peter said as he approached Herk. They exchanged glances, Herk was obviously trying to hide hir ammusement at Peter's new 'look'. Peters look was more of a 'Don't say a word, or you'll be scrubbing plasma manifolds for a month!' ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.23 (USS Mystique, Shuttle Bay, OPS, Lt (jg) HHril, 915) "Ladies and Gentlemen. Start your engines." HHril turned and headed towards the Runabout that would bring them over to the derelict vessel. The USS Fleet of Foot was a new Runabout that the Mystique had picked up during their stop at Starbase Geneva to replace the Hood that had been destroyed during their run-in with the Fairchild. It was a newly commissioned vessel that had seen little flight time, other than the preliminary testing. HHril was certain that Tourana would eventually put the new ship through it's paces. He hoped, however, that it would not have to be during this mission. HHril took a seat at his station. "Ensign Tourana," he began as his station flashed to life. "How long before we can be underway?" (reply Tourana) "Very good." he replied. "Mr. Dema, he said, turning to face the young Ensign. "I don't expect to encounter any hostile situations over there, but the fact is that anything can happen while on an away mission. I need you to be our eyes and ears over there. I want a sweep done as soon as we dock. I will leave the logistics of setting that up to you. But I do want at least one of your men for both Mr. Sarouk and myself." (reply Dema) HHril turned to face his terminal and began bringing the systems online. Known deck layouts for the class of ship appeared on the screen. There were three main layouts that he had found in the database, and he quickly looked over them all. This was an important mission to say the least. If they were unsuccessful in their mission, it might mean the devastation of thousands of the planets inhabitants. Nothing could be left to chance. ~We will only have one shot at this.~ he thought to himself. ~We better make the most of it.~ "Mr. Sarouk." he said as he turned from his station to face the CEO of the Mystique. "Is there anything that we should be made aware of before we depart?" (reply Sarouk) The briefing was conducted quickly and efficiently, as only a Vulcan was capable of doing. The signal was given that they were prepared for launch and that they had been cleared to take off by the Mystique. "Lt. HHril to the bridge." he said, opening a COMM channel from his station. "All systems are go. Fleet of Foot requesting permission for launch?" (reply bridge officer) "Very good. Fleet of Foot out." HHril closed the COMM channel and turned to face forward. "Ensign Tourana, take us out." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2406.10.23 (USS Mystique - Shuttle bay 1; FO Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia; 1330) Peter was now in his element, he really enjoyed planning and preparing for missions. Now he was in the middle of stocking the shuttle craft. Ensign Jansen was also helping. There was not alot of material that needed to be loaded onto the shuttle, just some food rations and emergency gear. There were also some containers for any arifacts which they may discover or aquire. It had only taken fifteen minutes to complete. Peter turned to Jansen and smiled. "Looking forward to this?" He asked, making small talk. (Reply Jansen, iyw) "Good. Well, let's get prepared." Peter tapped the young man on the shoulders and walked to where he had left his bag, hat, gloves, scarve and walking stick. He had added some things to his attire and amended some others. Not too much, just a little so he was comfortable. he picked up his bag and checked its contents, one tricorder, one emergency ration pack, one emergency medical kit, sunglasses, wriing materials and a small holo-camera. He checked the postition of his type-I phaser and stood waiting for the others to enter the room. As it approached ten minutes to 1400 the entire away team were assembled. The Ambassador had been replaced by Ensign Telan Raynar. Peter looked over them and smiled, he liked the look of them. And he hoped that they would all fit in. "I am glad to see you all looking so.......different! Now, I believe Ensign Jansen has already prepared a flight plan and has already been through the pre-flight checks. I want continuous scans as we aproach the surface and I want to land somewhere completley out of the way. Once we land we will transport to our respective cities, and the computer will keep an open transporter lock on our bio signs. Please remember, this is not a first contact mission, we are not to reveal ourselves to the natives, I trusst we will all do our best to remain as discreet sa possible. Now I think you are all aware of your respective missions. Let's board and get on with it." Peter, having said his piece started towards the open shuttle entrance. He pulled Ensign Raynar to one side. "I trust that you are fully briefed on this mission, and your role in it?" Peter asked, hoping that the young officer had read up on their current mission. "Are you comfortable with it? It's not bad going, your first away mission so soon!" Peter patted him on the back as he answered. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2406.10.23 (USS Gunnel; FO Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia/Tashish Laoa; 1358) Peter sat in his seat, next to Ensign Jansen and watched as they left the Mystique. They were off. Peter started the scans as they descended. He was scanning primarily for more detailed maps of the two cities they were heading for, and any more information regarding the local geography. There was more information concerning the detail of the buildings and the flow of people, which was always handy when you need to beam into an alien city. As they flew down they conversed on how excited they all were. The marines kept stoutly silent, which was the cause of many a joke. To peter's surprise, one even smiled - well, if you can call a twitch of the mouth a smile, but it was all they could hope for out of one of Lee's marines. On the way down the computer started to beep, Peter was intrigued by what was displayed on his screen."Mr Ketal, what do you make of this?" Peter was looking at a schematic of a large structure, obviously designed by people who knew more about technology than the current inhabitants of this planet. And it had been built, and demolished, a long time ago. (Reply Ketal, any) It was 1415 when they landed in a small glade, in a forrest which looked like nobody knew of its existence. Jansen had picked the location well. Once they landed the people filed out of the shuttle and scanned their surroundings, there was nothing to give them away. There was a small family of what seemed to be deer over by the edge of the clearing, they were taking great interest in the newcomers. "Okay, you all have your missions. My team; Ensign Raynar, Ensign Jones, Ensign Ketal and Sargeant Peters. On the transporter pad. The team clambered back into the shuttle and assembled on the transporter pad. They looked like they would fit in with the locals. "Alright, I have located a spot behind a large building, it looks like a dissused alleyway, it should suffice. Once we have successfully beamed into our location, your team, Dr. should also beam to your location. Lets try to find out whether these people know what is outside these walls, I wonder what happened....nevermind, I'm sure we will find out soon enough. Energize." The team dissapeared ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.03 (USS Gunnel - CSO Ketal - 1359) Ketal sat quietly as the shuttle began its descent to the transport point, noting that except for the marines and himself everyone appeared to be showing slight signs of nervousness. When the computer beeped he saw Commander Belinia look at the screen, he then indicated indicated he wanted Ketal's attention to what was shown. "Mr Ketal, what do you make of this?" Ketal looked at the schematic shown on the screen and then punched in a command for the computer to date the structure by the information coming in on sensors, what it showed him confirmed his suspicions. "Commander, the structure as you can see is technologically far advanced over what the inhabitants of the planet currently have. There is a large impact crater on the other side of the planet (This he said knowing the FO already knew but he wanted to set his comments in logical order). According to our understanding the impact occured between 1,000 and 1,500 years ago. This structure falls well within that time frame at 1,280 years. The impact from the meteor caused global weather pattern changes as well as widespread destruction over the entire planet. The technology of the natives was set back immeasurably and only now has reached it's current level of pre-industrialization circa Earth 1920's. The structure itself appears to be a storage or supply building of some kind and might perhaps hold something of historic value. It is highly possible that there are many other such sites scattered over the planet that could yield a large database of imformation on the culture and technology of the original inhabitants." Having given his treatise on the subject Ketal sat back and waited to see if Commander Belinia had any other questions or comments. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2406.10.03 (Planet: Raellus VI; Capital City: Matais; FO Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia/Tashish Laoa; 1430/1755) They materialized behind a building, in a dissused alleyway, just as Peter had said they would. It was a dark and dank place, water dripped ceaselessly down a wall. The air was foul, the floor was strewn with rotting garbage, and it felt like it was moving. Then there was all the stagnant water and animal effluent. Somewhere in the darkness came a beastial screech, followed by growling and another screech. To say that the air tasted nasty was an understatement, Peter nearly vomited. It was clearly used as a rubbish tip by the building whose majestic shadow they now stood in. There was little light to see by, but enough to vaguley recognise shapes and features. And so it was that they fumbled and stumbled out of the alleyway. The street that they emerged onto was almost deserted, just the odd fellow entering or leaving a building opposite. Nobody noticed them. Peter glanced around the street, it was wide and cobbled. The pavements were clean and fringed by neat flower beds. The transportation of choice was obviously 'horse power', or whatever passed as ahorse down here, as evidenced by the 'calling cards' of the animals. The air smelled sweet compared to that of the alley. The building opposite was the only other building they could see. It was surrounded by the neat flower beds and the roads seemed to wrap around it. "I think that may be a good place to start." Peter said as he turned to the rest of the team. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.22 (USS Mystique - Counselor's office - Dr. Riven Mias - 1140) (USS Mystique - Counselor's office - Ensign Telan Raynar- ships Counselor- 1141) (USS Mystique - Counselor's office - Senior Counselor Riven Mias - 1145) (USS Mystique - Counselor's office - Ships Counselor Ensign (jg)-Telan Raynar - 1146) (USS Mystique - Counselor's office - Dr. Riven Mias- 1147) (USS Mystique - Marine Gymnasium - Lt Alesia Telnor - 1415) ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.23 (USS Mystique - Personal quarters - Ambassador Tar-Tharian - 1142) (USS Mystique - Shuttle Bay - Ambassador Tar-Tharian - 1245) (USS Gunnel - Senior Counselor Riven Mias - 1410) (USS Gunnel - TASC Ensign Travis Keswick - 1411) (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais - Dr. Riven Mias - 1432/ 1757) (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais - Ensign Travis Keswick - 1433) (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais -MO Lt. Alesia Telnor - 1435) (USS Mystique, Bridge, CO Captain Vanyssa Winters, 1440) (Raellus VI - Capital City, Matais - CSO Ketal - 1453/1818) (Raellus VI; Capital City: Matais; FO Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia/Tashish Laoa; 1455/1820) (Raellus VI; Capital City: Matais - Town Hall; Sgt Peters; 1456/1821) (Raellius VI - Matais; Market place; FO Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia; 1500/1825) ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ----------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.22 (USS Mystique - Counselor's office - Dr. Riven Mias - 1140) Riven stood at the sound of the chime and watched as the new counselor entered the office. As the young man entered Riven saw him do a double-take at his appearance which he had become used to. Riven was wearing a loose robe of irridescent green and thin sandals with silver charms, his waist length silver hair was also entwined with silver charms and while carrying a few extra pounds he was still well fit. Riven smiled at the feeling of surprise the young man was radiating and said. "Welcome to the Mystique Telan" as he stepped toward him with his hand outstretched. (Reply: Telan Raynar) "Why thank you Telan, you know the drill," Riven said pointing to the couch. "Sit down and tell me about yourself and would you like something to drink before we begin?" ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ----------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.22 (USS Mystique - Counselor's office - Ensign Telan Raynar- ships Counselor- 1141) Telan entered the councilor's office and hesitated for a moment at the figure he saw there.Dr. Mias was not exactly the way he had expected him. He had heard of some slight eccentric behavior but was still taken by surprise. The green robe was one thing and as ships counselor there had always been some allowance on dress. The silver charms did however surprise him. Telan hoped he had not made a fool of himself with the hesitation and quickly strode forward to offer his hand in greeting. DR. Mias. I am Telan Raynar. I so happy to be able to finally meet you. "Why thank you Telan, you know the drill," Riven said pointing to the couch. "Sit down and tell me about yourself and would you like something to drink before we begin?" "Brandy please, If you have it. The type isn't important".Telan waited as Riven walked to a cabinet and removed a oddly shaped bottle and poured two glasses then returned. "Thank you" replied Telan after accepting the glass.Telan started off talking about his life since joining Star Fleet but quickly found himself discussing his parents and siblings, he found the DR extremely easy to talk to.He ended up talking about being assigned to one of the latest away teams and his feelings about getting to go on the mission. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2406.10.22 (USS Mystique - Counselor's office - Senior Counselor Riven Mias - 1145) Riven sipped at his drink slowly as Telan spoke about himself, he normally didn't imbibe in something so heavy this early in the day so he was making his drink last. Telan had been through quite a bit in his few years as he was half Riven's age and the Betazoid enjoyed listening to his experiences. Riven was gaining quite an impression as the younger man talked, his surface emotions that Riven was picking up were calm and he seemed to have no problems opening up to another which was essential to a Counselor, that and his depth of training and experience interested Riven. By the time he had finished talking Riven had quite a favorable opinion of him. "You have had a very interesting life so far Telan, I noticed you said you had some training at mind healing which happens to be my speciality. Outside of your training in the Medical arts which I do not have our skills are quite similar. I would like to speak to you at more length when we have more time about that subject if you would, your medical training that is. I am sure the Captain will enjoy having someone else with that skill aboard." (Reply: Counselor Telan Raynar) "Good, since I heard you were aboard I have been giving serious thought to letting you take over the day to day routine while I concentrate on mind healing and take an advisory role. How would that suit you?" ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.22 (USS Mystique - Counselor's office - Ships Counselor Ensign (jg)-Telan Raynar - 1146) "You have had a very interesting life so far Telan; I noticed you said you had some training at mind healing which happens to be my specialty. Outside of your training in the Medical arts which I do not have our skills are quite similar. I would like to speak to you at more length when we have more time about that subject if you would, your medical training that is. I am sure the Captain will enjoy having someone else with that skill aboard." “I hope so sir” Telan replied. “And I would be more than happy to discuss Mind healing with you when ever there is a spare moment. It really is a fascinating field although with the dual Doctorates I sometimes find I am able to help an injured individual from what ever physical problems he may have all the way through what ever mental recuperation he might require.” "Good, since I heard you were aboard I have been giving serious thought to letting you take over the day to day routine while I concentrate on mind healing and take an advisory role. How would that suit you?" “Telan replied “, I wouldn’t want to presume to take over but I would like to help out where I could. I honestly enjoy my work and enjoy helping others”.“Tell me something if you would. I notice that this ship has a wide assortment of different races, some I have only read about, anything special I should know”? ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ---------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.22 (USS Mystique - Counselor's office - Dr. Riven Mias- 1147) Riven smiled as Telan replied “I wouldn’t want to presume to take over but I would like to help out where I could. I honestly enjoy my work and enjoy helping others”.“Tell me something if you would. I notice that this ship has a wide assortment of different races, some I have only read about, anything special I should know”? Riven chuckled and said. "Don't be concerned about taking my place my boy since this ship launched it has been rather short-handed and there will most likely be more than enough work for the both of us to do quite outside of Counseling, that's where your multiple skills should come in quite handy. Besides I want to free you up to do what you were trained to do and that is to be a ships counselor. As for the crew; they seem to be mostly a very stable group though there was a lot of anxiety and nervousness after the attacks upon the Captain which is to be expected.The greatest individual concern would be for Cassandra Dema, she was injured in an attack upon the Captain's daughter when she took the brunt of the phaser blast and received severe cranial injuries from which she is still recovering. They were worried about neural damage but from the strides she has made in recovery I would think that will not be a big issue. I have been watching Jennah as closely as possible and have seen no adverse effects but she would bear monitoring. There is one other individual you might watch also, the 1/2 Vulcan CSO seems to have had some emotional issues, I saw it on the periphery one time and have heard rumors of some other episodes though he has appeared stable as of late. Outside of that I can think of only one other thing that comes to mind I worked on in the past but hasn't been an issue lately though I have been watchful. I don't think it would be a good idea to discuss it at this time though. Are there any more questions you have that I can answer? If not I would not want to hold you up any longer than necessary though I have enjoyed our conversation. As far as your work you can report to me in the morning and assume your Counselor's duties, feel free to take the rest of the day to get yourself unpacked and "dug in" so to speak." ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2406.10.22 (USS Mystique - Marine Gymnasium - Lt Alesia Telnor - 1415) Alesia Telnor loved to work out against her good friend and occasional lover Peters. She ducked as he came at her, kicking his legs out from under him and pinning him down to the mat. "Beat you." She said, smiling down at him, letting her grip go for one second, then was flipped with him pinning her down. "No, I beat you." He laughed. They both looked up as they heard someone walk in. "Sorry to interrupt your training but I need to talk to you about the upcoming away mission." Alesia looked over at Peters. The two had been briefed already by the Boss-Man. "Of course, Ensign." Alesia spoke, nodding at him. Peters just rolled his eyes at the kids pompousness. Travis Looked into the two marines eyes as they stood there. "This is the final plan for the away mission." he said as he handed them padds "Do you have any questions?" Peters and Alesia looked them over and both shook their heads. "We've been briefed, Sir." She said aloud, internally laughing and trying very hard not to show. ::Stupid child.:: Peters sent to her, causing her mirth to spill over a bit. ::Yeah, an arrogant little worm, isn't he?:: She sent back to him. Both were trained CEs, both telepaths, both Betazoid. "Good now that that is out of the way." And Travis walked around them. "Now for why I'm here, as you know we are going down to the planet to which we know very little about." ::Tell me something I don't know or leave us alone.:: Alesia sent, angry for the first time. How dare he waltz into their area like he owned it and then act like he was better than they were ? Both of them were Officers, same as he, albeit a higher rank. Both had seen more combat than he ever would. And he saw fit to dictate to them ?? "It is my job to make sure that we all make it back in one piece." "Your only job on this mission is to see that everyone stays safe." With that Alesia did get angry. "Pardon me, Ensign, but why do you feel that you have to come tell us this ?" She asked. "We are not rookies" ::Like you:: "We know what to expect and plan for in unknown situations. Thank you for the Padds on the final mission plans, but we take our orders from our boss, not from you. And we've been briefed on them. Technically the planet is our turf. But the boss has decreed that we all play fairly and happily together, and that means putting aside the idea that one group is better than the other just because of who they are and what team they are on." She sighed, asking the Goddess Allura to give her patience. "And for your information, our job isn't just to keep everybody safe. Both Peters and I are Betazoid, telepaths. Peters has a university degree in pre-space faring culture History, I have a similar one in literature. We were chosen for this mission not just because we were 'grunts' but because we have skills and knowledge that will come in handy. For instance, what if for whatever reason our communicators don't work?" She asked, reasonably. (reply Travis iyw) "As telepaths, as people incredibly sensitive to each other, Peters and I could find each other pretty much anywhere on the planet." ::We hope:: She added silently. "It's a skill that has come in handy before. We can also maintain a link with the ship, provided it stays in orbit. The Captain is a phenomenal telepath, as is Dr. Mias. Thank you for your help, but next time you come, please, leave your attitude at the door." Alesia knew that if this Ensign chose to, he could have her on report, and then having to explain all this to the boss.... Her Betazoid temper struck again, over common sense, but she was tired of swallowing insults from starfleet security all of her professional career. The Boss said they were supposed to work together. She was trying to do her part of it. ::I wonder whose team I'm stuck on. Hopefully not the arrogant child's one.:: ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ---------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.23 (USS Mystique - Personal quarters - Ambassador Tar-Tharian - 1142) Ana had been in her quarters preparing for her "Talk" with Ensign Keswick when the computer had signaled for her attention. Activating the screen she saw the image of the Efrosian Consulate symbol, after speaking the correct code phrase the secure connection was established and she saw her Superior and old friend Senior Ambassador Kal. "This is unexpected Kal," She said. Kal was fifteen years older than Ana and his hair was heavily greying but he was a powerfully built warrior and very vital as she had found out upon occasion. She smiled at him and he returned it but only for an instant. "Ana it is good to speak with you but I do not have good news." He said flatly. Her smile turned into a frown at the worried tone in his deep voice."What is it Kal?" She asked, already suspecting the answer. "The situation has been deteriorating rapidly within the Federation Ana, there has already been a clash near the subspace river and events are sliding toward civil war." "Yes," She said as she nodded her head. "We have had some situations here as well." He sighed. "Yes I reviewed your report on the incident with the Fairchild and the attempted assassinations of the Captain and her daughter, those things happen in the dark but ship to ship battles with the loss of a warship along with her crew are on another level of conflict as you well know." Ana waited patiently for him to get to the point, things were becoming far more advanced than she had expected at this early point. "In short Ana I need all my best with me now if we are to have any chance of heading off full scale civil war. I need your constant input and point of view from the ranks of the 52nd and I can't have it with you on an exploration mission. I am told a shuttle has rendezvoued with the Mystique and I want you on it when it leaves. I will have a fast ship waiting at Geneva, transfer over to it when you arrive and I will see you within the week. Are there any questions?" "I have no questions Ambassador," She said it knowing that though he had couched it nicely she had just been given a direct order."I will take only what I need from the Mystique but you will owe me for this Kal." Her eyes twinkled as she spoke it and she saw his mouth turn up at the corners for an instant. "Agreed Ana, I will see you shortly then and repay you for your promptness. Senior Ambassador Kal out." She saw him break into an easy smile just before he signed off. "Computer send a message to Captain Winters." There was a beep then she continued. "Captain Winters this Ambassador Anestasia Tar-Tharian. I apologize for my hurried departure Captain but I have been recalled to Efrosia and have no time to spare. I regret leaving a void in your survey party as well as in an observation and advisory role however I hope to see you again in the future under better circumstances. Ambassador Anestasia Tar-Tharian out." ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2406.10.23 (USS Mystique - Shuttle Bay - Ambassador Tar-Tharian - 1245) Ana boarded the shuttle that would return her to Geneva with regrets but excitement as she considered the monumental task before them. Things were starting to slide out of control and it had to be stopped. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.23 (USS Gunnel - Senior Counselor Riven Mias - 1410) Riven was comfortably settled in his seat as the shuttle moved toward the landing zone on the planet's surface. The mood was almost palpable in the vehicle and he didn't need to use his telepathic powers to know what the others were thinking. He had settled on a bright blue coloration with a natural silver color for his hair, his chains and jewelry unfortunately had had to be left on the ship. He had tried to fill the lack of ornamentation with silver buttons and such on his clothing but the effect was far short of what he would have liked. The wings though he had found to be a nice touch and perfectly suited to one such as himself. After touching down everyone went outside for a moment and looked around then the FO and his group returned to the shuttle to transport to their destination. Riven followed them in and listened to the FO issue instructions. "Alright, I have located a spot behind a large building, it looks like a dissused alleyway, it should suffice. Once we have successfully beamed into our location, your team, Dr. should also beam to your location. Riven smiled at Commander Belinia and said. "Of course Commander, it shall be done immediately." Then he watched the transporter send them to their destination. Riven returned to the glade and looked around at the group that was left and smiled at them, he could sense tension and nervousness from their minds though he would have never tried to scan them without reason. "Shall we go?" He said after a moment and led them back into the shuttle and onto the transport pad. There was a muted hum and an instant of disorientation. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2406.10.23 (USS Gunnel - TASC Ensign Travis Keswick - 1411) Travis sat throw the entire shuttle ride reading over all the data on this planet and there mission "Aright, I have located a spot behind a large building, it looks like a dissused alleyway, it should suffice. Once we have successfully beamed into our location, your team, Dr. should also beam to your location. Travis put down his padd and got ready to beam down ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2406.10.23 (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais - Dr. Riven Mias - 1432/ 1757) The group transported into a small copse of bushes and trees that provided an excellent screen from the outside, the leaves of the trees had a slightly triangular look and were a muted chartreuse. The air was filled with the rich fragrance of the plant life and the sounds of activity in the distance. Looking from the screen of shrubbery several buildings with the shape of step-pyramids could be seen to the left set well apart from one another with a lot of traffic going into and out of them from the ground and air. Before them and to the right were many buildings set densely together. Riven pointed to the pyrimidal buildinds and said, "Those would appear to be our destination. Shall we go?" ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.23 (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais - Ensign Travis Keswick - 1433) The group transported into a small copse of bushes and trees that provided an excellent screen from the outside, the leaves of the trees had a slightly triangular look and were a muted chartreuse. The air was filled with the rich fragrance of the plant life and the sounds of activity in the distance. Looking from the screen of shrubbery several buildings with the shape of step-pyramids could be seen to the left set well apart from one another with a lot of traffic going into and out of them from the ground and air. Before them and to the right were many buildings set densely together. "Those would appear to be our destination. Shall we go?" Sead Dr. Mias pointing over to what looked like pyramidal buildings. " Dr. Mias I think I can get a good concealed vew point of the area from that large tree over and Travis sead has he pointed to a large tree 25 meters tall with thick branches and coved with bark leaves. (Reply Mias any ) "I will fly ahead and conceal myself at the top of the tree and get the lay of the land then I will report back to you". Travis few ahead about 30 meters to the tree and parched himself on the tallest branch concealing himself with the leaves Travis was looking over the city at the tall buildings shaped like pyramids people coming and going walking and flying. There where dark alleyways between the tall pyramids. The plaza was filed with shops and shopkeepers. Most of the people seamed to be well dressed as went about there day. Travis turned to find the grope and he sow them talking to a man and Mias and Alesia looked nerves as the man steeped closer to them . Travis shot out of the tree like a torpedo and landed in one of the dark alleys behind the man talking to Mias and Alesia. As he landed he sow the alleys reflection in a window. All Travis could see was he glowing red eyes looking back at him. Travis got ready to spring at the richly dressed man if he made the wrong move the team. When the man vanished into the crowed leaving the team standing alone he could see them ginning and laughing Travis slipped out of the dark alley and behind Mias. "Is every thing ok sr.?" Travis asked to mias how aparintly didn't see him standing behind him and was startled. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2406.10.23 (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais -MO Lt. Alesia Telnor - 1435) Riven pointed to the pyrimidal buildinds and said, "Those would appear to be our destination. Shall we go?" Alesia nodded, following the Counsellor. She looked around her, with more than her eyes, and felt peace, harmony and contentedness, something that a city seemed to not usually hold. "Everyone here is so happy." She said, aloud. "Very pleased with themselves, and with the relative prosperity." She'd opted for half wings that a few of the ones around her sported, her skin a rich bronze, her hair now ankle length and violet, twined into an elaborate confection of braids and flowers and strings of gems. She wore a heavy gown of some sort of brocade material and satin, and under it three petticoats dyed to lighter shades of the gown's rich brown. Her feet sported tiny satin slippers, her waist cinched with a boned corset, pushing up her ample breasts. Around her neck she wore a dark leather collar, locked with a tiny lock in the back. As people walked by, they curtsied, and one took her and Riven aside. "Your courtesan is lovely." The richly dressed man spoke, eyeing her. "How much is she for an evening ? She must be new to the area." Alesia's cat eyes widened as she realized the role that she was playing, the man's thoughts easy to read, on how she SHOULD be acting. Alesia sank into a deep curtsy, baring the back of her neck. She tried not to wince at how exposed this made her feel. Her instincts were to punch this guy for his insults. Instead she was expected to act properly submissive. "What are her talents?" The man asked of Riven, and both realized that he wasn't referring to either sex or artistic talents. Before Riven could reply, the man walked over and seized Alesia's face in his leather glove forcing her violet cat eyes to look up at him. "Absolutely lovely, the violet eyes and hair. Quite unique. She certainly has the features of a Raellian. Pity about her wings, although they are quite lovely." His hands brushed over her wings and she realized from the expression on his face and his thoughts he expected her to act a certain way. She shuddered, shaking in his grasp as his thoughts touched hers. ::Very lovely indeed, little flower. What do they call you ?:: Alesia tried to hide the horror that she felt in realizing that this man was a telepath almost as strong as she was. "My name is Alesia, and my talent is empathy." She said quietly. "I hear your thoughts, my Lord, but am unable to reply to them." "Alesia, not an Earth name or a Raellian name." The guy mused. "And an empath. How extraordinary." The man turned to Riven. "Is her contract for sale?" ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2406.10.23 (USS Mystique, Bridge, CO Captain Vanyssa Winters, 1440) Vanyssa, somewhat bored, was sitting on the bridge listening to the away team's open comm signal. They hadn't been there very long, but Vanyssa had nearly choked with laughter at the courtesan conversation that the poor marine had to endure. She exchanged a glance with Herk. Then she realized that the guy who was in this conversation was a telepath. "They're psychic ?" She asked Herk. "Where was THAT in our reconnaissance?" Vanyssa turned to the security person. "Send a wide range hail to the away team members informing them that it appears that some of the natives are telepaths." Vanyssa said, frowning. She felt suddenly chilled. "Herk, is there any word from the team on the Colony ship?" (reply Herk) Vanyssa resisted the urge to pace back and forth as the Bridge doors opened and the lovely but quite pregnant Dr. Weir walked onto the Bridge. "Sickbay was slow, so I thought I would come and visit." Kellita said, with a smile. "Has there been any word from the away teams?" "Not from the team on the colony ship, but it appears that the natives are psychic." "They are what?" Kellita's asked her eyes wide in shock. Vanyssa turned to her security guy. "Open a channel to Dr. Mias and Mr. Bellinia." "Channel open." "Gentleman, at your earliest convenience, please report in." Vanyssa shivered a bit, suddenly cold. Something bad was coming. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2406.10.23 (Raellus VI - Capital City, Matais - CSO Ketal - 1453/1818) As they moved toward their destination Ketal's eyes moved about restlessly, drinking in every detail. Because the Prime Directive did not allow for the use of advanced technology (and rightfully so among such a "backward" civilization) their only means of data gathering on the ground was their senses and he was using every bit of his training in logic to align what he was seeing and hearing with what little they knew of the inhabitants. The more he saw the more the gaping holes in their knowledge became apparent and he realized that to gain a firm grasp on this civilization would take more than one or two short term expeditions, the planet was a scientists dream and would need long term teams working years to do more than scratch the surface. Therefore he was soaking up everything around him, from the cobblestoned streets and carriages to the architecture of the buildings and the look and dress of the beings they passed. The building they were approaching was much like the rest which did not surprise the 1/2 Vulvcan in the least, if it had been radically different it would have been worthy of note.The team entered the building to find themselves standing in a huge lobby that looked as if it was made entirely out of marble. The ceilings were high above their heads and had a domed glass roof. All around the room, on everylevel, were depictions in the same stone, of Raelians and Humans and there were entrances on each wall. Ketal walked up to the statue set into the center of the room and was so engrossed in studying it he almost didn't hear the FO's question. "It's English. How odd." "'Divided we came, United we are. To find our future we must look to our past.' Mr Ketal, what do you make of this?" Ketal looked over at the Lt. Commander to find him looking askance at him and took his attention from the myriad of sensory input he was receiving. "Commander it has been obvious almost from the time we beamed down that the greatest influence on this city by far is human. Note the attention paid to the streets and conveyances as well as the buildings and inhabitants and a rough picture is beginning to form. All winged races that the Federation has encountered tend to build upward with sleek lines and with the preponderance of the entrances high since they only go afoot when in necessity but this city was built around foot traffic and almost all of the entrances are at ground level. Also the Raellian race, I say the name based on the recordings we have seen alongside the word Earthlian, has been shown to be highly artistic whereas the buildings in their simplicity and sameness speak of a less adventurous culture. I find it highly possible that the Raellian race was driven nearly to extinction by the meteor or asteroid strike on the far side of the planet and the colonists while interbreeding and multiplying the numbers of beings on this planet have carried the role of being the initiators in this culture. This hypothesis is based on this one city but I have no reason to doubt it will not hold true in the other cities as well. (Reply: FO Belinia, any) As far as the motto is concerned it would appear to be a reminder of the early days of the colonial period wherin they interbred with the other inhabitants and looking back to their own origins. "That sounds plausible, lets see if we can find anything to corroborate this hypothesis. I suggest we all split up to get the most out of our time here. Mr Ketal, Mr Raynar and myself will go out to look around the city. Ms. Jones and Sargeant Peters, look around this building and see what you can find. Try and determine its function. We will all meet here at sixteen hundered. Feel free to move out when you have searched enough of the building." Peter said, looking at his team. Ketal nodded at the instructions then followed the FO to the entrance of the building then to the marketplace outside. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2406.10.23 (Raellus VI; Capital City: Matais; FO Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia/Tashish Laoa; 1455/1820) As the team approaached the building Peter noticed that the whole thing was standing on a triangular roundabout. Stagecoaches and Barouffs stood still as their occupants conducted business in the builiding. The team entered the building to find themselves standing in a huge lobby. It looked as if it was made entirely out of marble. The cielings were high above their heads, and had a domed glass roof. All around the room, on every level, were depictions in the same stone, of Raelians and Humans. It was interesting to see, as everyone of the small carvings were in different positions, some were flying some were buying bread, and they went on and on. The room was peirced by numerous staircases. There were four enterances, one on each wall. In the centre of the room stood a large stone statue of a human. It was standing on a marble dias. Peter nodded towards it and they walked up to it. There was an inscription on the plaque. "It's English. How odd." Petre looked bemused, but took a step closer to read the inscription. "'Divided we came, United we are. To find our future, we must look to our past.' Mr Ketal, what do you make of this?" Peter turned to face the science officer. (Reply Ketal, any, room for more) "That sounds plausible, lets see if we can find anything to corroborate this hypothesis. I suggest we all split up to get the most out of our time here. Mr Ketal, Mr Raynar and myself will go out to look around the city. Ms. Jones and Sargeant Peters, look around this building and see what you can find. Try and determine its function. We will all meet here at sixteen hundered. Feel free to move out when you have searched enough of the building." Peter said, looking at his team. (Reply all, any) With that Peter led his small team towards the far enterance. The walked through it, and found that there was a market place opposite. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ----------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.23 (Raellus VI; Capital City: Matais - Town Hall; Sgt Peters; 1456/1821) As the First Officer left with his team, Peters looked at the young Ensign. Part of him was angry at the First Officer for lumping him with such mission. ~Babysitting!!!~ He sighed internally and turned to survey the building, with the keen eye of a marine. He found a small side soor, under the staircase nearest to their location. He started towards it, forcing Ensign Jones to follow him. As he got closer to the door he spun around quickly. "Why did you do that?" Asked the young Ensign Jones "I was scanning our environment, to check we were not being watched." Peters said, off-handed, he was now concentrating on getting the door open. It was not locked, and it opened with a light shove. He grabbed the nurse and thrust her inside. And then he closed the door. There was a chair behind a small desk, Peters grabbed it and thrust it underneath the handle, so nobody can enter. He looked around the room, it was tidy, with every wall covered in books. He strode up to the one nearest him and scaned the titles of the books. "they're in English aswell..." He muttered. "Go look through the desk for anything." He picked up a book 'University of Matais - Department of History; Origin of the Flying Box.' He opened it and read some of the chapter headings. 'First thoughts on the subject' 'Star of the day' 'Childrens story or science fact' 'Hypothesis' 'Arguments for the Hypothesis' 'Arguments against the Hypothesis' 'Conclusion'. Peters turned his attention back to the bookshelf, he saw more books on the subject of the 'Flying Box'. He picked up another 'Flying Box of the Forefathers - Fact or Myth', still another 'The Flying Box conspiracy'. He took the three books and placed them inside his bag. And then he turned his attention to the filing cabinets that were standing next to the desk. "Have you found anything yet?" He asked Jones. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ---------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.23 (Raellius VI - Matais; Market place; FO Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia; 1500/1825) As they started to cross the road Peters ear started to buzz. "Gentleman, at your earliest convenience, please report in." Came the Captains voice over the comm. Peter glanced at the two Ensigns flanking him. "Gentlemen, I need to find a small quiet spot. Lets get through the marketplace to see if there is anywhere we can hide." Peter strode into the street and headed owards the multicoloured rows opposite. The small team entered the market and Peter was struck by the smells and sounds. They were standing between two fruit sellers. Peter wandered to the fron of one of the stalls to peruse the merchandise. There were what looked like apples, oranges, pears, pineapples, kumquats, and mangoes. There were several fruits Peter did not recognise and were obviously native to this planet. There were signs quoting things like '12RD' He turned towards Ensign Ketal. "I think we need currency. Where do you suppose we can get some?" Peter asked. (Reply Ketal) "Well that's no good. Lets us find some pick-pockets, they are always around, in every society." Peter wandered and started to scan the surroundings for young and unaccompanied citizens. It wasn't long before they found one, he was around 17 and heading down a small alley. Peter nodded in the direction and started running. Ketal and Raynar followed. As they approached the mouth of the alley Peter turned back. "Mr Raynar, keep watch. Ensign" He said as he turned to Ketal. "Follow me." Then he dived after the young fellow. They soon caught up with him. "I say, do you suppose you could give us what you stole?" Peter started. "My Lord, I aient doin' no theivin'. I 'ones'ly aient." the boy replied. "Now, son, that's not true is it?" Peter started to slowley walk towards the youth. "I aient, I go' theese coins o'nes'ly workin' through the markit, see." The boy started to back off. Peter grabbed the boys left arm, Ketal took his right and the youth dropped the sack of coins, struggled and ran off. "Good by young man." Peter said. "And thank you." He sighed, stealing was not something that was encouraged in Starfleet as standard procedure. "So, how much do you make it?" (Reply Ketal) "Is that alot?" Peter asked, knowing that it could be less than what it sounded. "Mr Raynar, come." As the team gathered Peter ordered the distribution of coins. "And keep some for Peters and Jones." (Reply Ketal, Raynar) With that he saw the opportunity to talk with the Captain. He tapped the comm link which was buried in his hand. "Commander Belinia reporting Ma'am." Peter said. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ (USS Fleet of Foot, OPS, Lt (jg) HHril, 950) (USS Fleet of Foot - Ensign Jason Dema - 0956) (Conestoga Class Ship, OPS, Lt (jg) HHril, 1030) (USS Mystique - Mess Hall; ACEO Ensign Denton ; 1235) (USS Gunnel - Pilot- Ensign Bill Jansen- 1405) (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais - Dr. Riven Mias - 1435) (USS Mystique- Bridge- Conn- Lt. Herkimer 78- 1442) (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais -Dr. Riven Mias - 1443) (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais -Ensign Travis Keswick - 1445) (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais -Dr. Riven Mias - 1451/1716) (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais -Ensign Travis Keswick - 1453) (Raelleus VI - Matais - Market place - CSO Ketal - 1501/1826) (Planet Raelleus VI - City of Falais, Marketplace - Dr. Riven Mias - 15:32/18:57) (Planet Raelleus VI - City of Falais, Marketplace - Ensign Travis Keswick -15:33) ********************************************************************************************* (USS Fleet of Foot, OPS, Lt (jg) HHril, 950) Ensign Tourana had performed an external sweep of the Conestoga Class ship and they had been able to find what they were looking for, and a whole lot more. The old ship was still intact, but there were many places where the hull had buckled leaving vast sections of the interior of the ship open to space. This would undoubtedly cause complications for the away team, and HHril had run scans in an attempt to discern the extent of the damage to the interior of the ship. At last, they had come across a docking port. Perhaps the term went a bit beyond what it really was. A simple air lock on the side of the ship. It would serve it's purpose, however, as their entry way into the vessel. "Take us in, Ensign." HHril said as began scanning the airlock. "Very gently. We don't know what kind of shape the inertial dampening systems are in. The last thing we want to do is knock her into the atmosphere ourselves." HHril monitored as the skilled pilot officer slowly guided the runabout into position using only the thrusters. "Lieutenant HHril to Mystique. We are 10 meters from the Conestoga Colony vessel. 5 meters. 4. 3. 2. 1." A slight nudge was all that could be felt as Tourana docked the Fleet of Foot with its target. HHril began tapping commands into his console, ensuring that the ship was indeed capable of attaching to the airlock. He found that it was. "HHril to Mystique. We have hard dock." The first part of the mission had gone precisely as planned. They had docked with the ship without knocking it out of its orbit. It was a good start to his first mission in command, but there was so much more to do. ~Better get on with it.~ he thought to himself as spun his seat around to face Ensign Dema. "You're up." he said to the young officer as he rose from his seat and headed to the docking door in the rear compartment. "Take your men and perform a sweep of the docking area. I want onto that ship as quickly as possible. Is that understood?" (reply Dema) HHril hit three keys on the docking door and it opened, showing the exterior hull of the colony vessel. A ship that had not been touched by human hands in over 300 years. "Be safe." he said to Dema and his small team as he stepped back, allowing them to enter the airlock. He closed the door behind them and watched as their suit systems came online one at a time. They were about to enter a ship that left earth before the federation. Before the Earth Romulan war. What would they find on the other side? Only time would tell. HHril headed back to his seat in the front of the Runabout to watch the progress of the first wave of the away team. "Lieutenant Sarouk." he said as he spun around to face the Vulcan after receiving all clear from the security team on the ship. "We are next. Ensign Tourana." he said as he stood. "Keep your finger on the transporter button. I want to be able to get out of there as soon as possible." (reply Tourana) HHril smiled at her before he headed to the rear of the small ship and over to the docking door. But this time, it was so that he could step across and the unknown vessel. So many questions needed answers. What ship was this? What was it doing out here? Why didn't the colonists land the ship? Would they be able to save it? All these questions ran through his mind as he put his helmet into place. He heard the locks engage and all systems within the suit come on line. He stepped into the airlock, and this time was accompanied by Lieutenant Sarouk. Once inside, the door to the Runabout was closed and the door to the colony vessel was opened. HHril stepped through and into the world of pre-Federation Earth. (USS Fleet of Foot - Ensign Jason Dema - 0956) Jason was relaxing the whole flight, waiting for the dock to commence, he heard the pilot counting down the distance to the ship, and felt a soft shock when they docked ~perfect landing~ He thought. Then Hhril turned to Jason. "You're up, Take your men and perform a sweep of the docking area. I want onto that ship as quickly as possible. Is that understood?" "Yes Sir." Jason turned to his team. "Okay guys, this is it, let's go." Hhril already opened the airlock and Jason stepped in, followed by the rest of his team "Be safe." HHril said as they stepped in, and when everyone entered HHril closed the airlock. "Okay guys, turn on your suits, and watch each others backs." Jason decompressed the airlock, and turned to the hatch to see how it would open. there was a sturdy wheel which didn't budge. "A little help here guys." A strong marine came forth and they put all their strength on the wheel, which slowly started moving. the more it moved the easier it got, and soon Jason could turn it alone. Then the wheel stopped and the door opened a bit. He pulled the door open and entered first, closely followed by the rest. When they entered, small corridor, probably to connect 2 large spaces with each other. He scanned for air and radiation, but the disturbances interfered. "Okay, I want this place secure as soon as possible." He divided the team in 2, each to scan a different direction. Jason took the one leading to the back of the ship and went in front together with 2 other marines while the other three went the other way. at certain points, the hallway was to narrow, so only one could pass at a time. they eventually came to a door and opened it, to see a large staging area, probably meant for housing colonists. =/\= All clear here Sir. =/\= sounded over the comms =/\= Same here.=/\= Jason said =/\= Ensign Jason to Lt. HHril, entrance is safe, it's safe to enter, we'll continue our search. I advise to keep your suits on at all time cause the scanners can't give a clear reading on the air and radiation. =/\= (reply HHril) "one of you stay here and provide escort for the Lt." Jason advanced, giving no attention to the mess in the room. he noticed some dead bodies but continued to secure the ship. He continued to the back of the ship scanning every part as good as possible. He entered yet another large area with many devices which looked like generators. he assumed he was in engineering. Just then HHril sounded over the comms =/\= Mr. Dema, Have you located the engine room of the ship? =/\= =/\= Yes, At least I think so =/\= Jason said. =/\= Excellent. Hold position. Lt. Sarouk and I are on our way. =/\= =/\= I've seen these devices before, they look pretty messed up, want me to take a look at them? =/\= (reply HHril) (posted by Anthony Struelens) (Conestoga Class Ship, OPS, Lt (jg) HHril, 1030) There was nothing particularly aesthetically pleasing about the interior of the vessel. As could be expected from a ship of this period, it was built for function, not comfort. The hallway they were in was narrow, barely large enough for two people to walk side by side. There were no casings on the walls. They were the metal constructs that held the ship together, nothing more. At 10 meter intervals, bulkheads caused the corridor to narrow even more so that only one person could pass through at a time. At the end of the corridor, HHril could see a doorway that had been opened by the security force and one of the men standing at the door. The flash of the cells carried by the men ahead could be seen in the room on the other side of the door. HHril and Sarouk began to advance towards the room. Stepping through the door, they found that they were in the main colonist chamber. This room was the largest single area on the ship. There were still remnants of the colonists in the chamber. Makeshift homes littered the interior. Fenced areas where livestock would have been kept were off to one end. There were also chicken coops and storage pools where fish would have been kept. All were empty now. HHril began to walk around the chamber of the ship. He started with the small makeshift houses. The first house seemed normal enough. A set of bunk beds against both walls in the first room would have been for children. This was also the main room of the house. A table and chairs still sat in the middle. A deck of cards scattered over the surface. Cookware hung on the walls and littered the floor as did the dishes. Some broken. Some intact. HHril approached the set bunk beds on the left wall of the house. Next to the pillow, a stuffed animal lie on its side. What had happened to make these people leave their ship in such a hurry. He approached the back room of the house. The door was closed. He pushed it open. What was waiting for him on the other side was not what he had expected. Laying on the bed in the middle of the room were the corpses of a man, a woman, and three young children. HHril was standing in a tomb. The mystery of this vessel had just gone to the next level. He tapped his comm badge as he exited the first house and entered a second. "Mr Sarouk. I think you better come over here." (reply Sarouk) The second house had been emptied of all its contents. A third house showed the same. Everything was gone. As they continued throughout the makeshift village, they came across several houses who's occupants had not left the ship and an equal number who had. Something had happened aboard this old ship that made half of the colonists stay on board while the other half left. The question was, what had happened? "What do you make of it?" he asked of the Vulcan. (reply Sarouk) He tapped his comm badge again. "HHril to Mystique." =/\=Go ahead Lieutenant.=/\= came the voice of the Captain. "We have located several corpses here, Sir." he said, shifting his weight as he spoke. "Approximately half of the colonists are still aboard this ship. They never made it to the planet." (reply Winters) "Once we have stabilized the vessel in orbit, I would like permission to stay and try to figure out exactly what happened." (reply Winters) "Understood. HHril out." "We will have ample time to figure out exactly what happened once we have stabilized the ship in orbit." he said as he led the way out of the small house they were in. "That is our mission. That is our first priority. We need to find engineering section." He tapped his comm badge a third time. "Mr. Dema." he said not waiting for a reply. "Have you located the engine room of the ship?" (reply Dema) "Excellent. Hold position. Lt. Sarouk and I are on our way." (reply any, all noted above) (posted by Matthew Elias) (USS Mystique - Mess Hall; ACEO Ensign Denton ; 1235) "Did the Captain say what she wanted your role to be during all this?" Peter sat back and wiped his mouth on his napkin, took a sip of his lemonade and waited for the reply. "No sir, I was not yet given my role for this mission. I am still supposed to report to the Chief Engineer for more information. Perhaps I should find out what exactly my post is from the Captain." suggested James. "Good idea ensign." James left the mess hall to seek out the CEO and Captain. (USS Gunnel - Pilot- Ensign Bill Jansen- 1405) Jansen sat at the controls of the shuttle silently. The orange fur that the doc had made grow all over him was starting to itch. He inadvertently reached up and scratched at the cat like ears he now sported. He suddenly became self conscious of the action and brought his hand back down, bristling the whiskers coming from under his nose. he remembered his first reaction as he saw a calico car staring back at him from a mirror. The doc had said that the natural color of his hair lent to the persona that he had created. Bill had to admit that it looked pretty exotic. He wondered if he'd e able to try it out to get a date before changing back. He heard that chicks really dig the interspecies thing. He looked around the cabin of the shuttle. The away team looked like the most rag-tag group of miss-crossed aliens he had ever seen. It was like something out of fantasy holo-novel he had read once. He fought the urge to lick himself and returned his focus to the flying of the shuttle. Jansen worked hard to bring the shuttle close to the ground, undetected, and he seemed to have been successful. He landed in the designated coordinates and turned to the team. "Ladies and gentlemen, this concludes the flight operation of our mission, please make your way to the nearest exit." Not everyone enjoyed his attempt at levity, but Jensen went on unperturbed. He led the way off the shuttle and jumped to the ground. He was followed by the silver and blue furred Mias, who was giving Jansen the willies. The pilot didn't like the idea that the counselor could know what he was thinking or feeling. Then he wondered if Mias knew of his unease, and tried to erase the thought from his mind. Jansen followed Lt. Cmdr Belinia and his crew back into the shuttle to transport them to their place in town. Then Mias came back in with the rest ready to be transported for their mission. Jansen hit the timer key and joined them on the pad, just as the transporter engaged. (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais - Dr. Riven Mias - 1435) Once again Jansen marveled at the leaves on the trees. Their colors were so vibrant and unique. For the first time he noticed their shapes. He picked a few leaves and put them in his pocket. ~ A little souvenir~ "Those would appear to be our destination," Mias suggested pointing. Jansen looked as he continued, "Shall we go?" He saw a group of pyramidal buildings through the woods. It wasn't too far away, maybe 4 kilometers. His excitement was overwhelming as he almost ran to begin their journey. He heard a slight harumphing sound as Mias looked at him sternly. Jansen bowed his head and rejoined the group. He had to fight his exuberance. He walked the rest of the way in silence, pouting. That mood soon changed as they began to encounter others on the trail. They were as varied as the away team had made themselves. Jansen was marveled by the variety of beings that they saw. It certainly made him feel less self conscious about his own appearance. Then someone approached them. Who ever he was, he appeared to be quite wealthy. "Your courtesan is lovely, how much is she for an evening ? She must be new to the area. What are her talents?" Jansen almost gagged, stifling his laugh. This being thought that this marine was a.... He shook his head and smiled again. Well, she did look pretty good. He watched as the being tried to buy Trenor. He reached out and grabbed her. Jansen went to move but Mias was already on it. What the counselor did made Jansen step back in surprise. He had seen animals bare their teeth and growl in order to get a competitor for a mate to back down. It worked. "We have an important appointment to keep, my Courtesan and myself and have no more time for talk," Mias told him. The native nodded and backed up while saying. "I understand and beg forgiveness for my trespass sir. " Then he melted into the crowd and was quickly gone. The action excited the young pilot even more. He smiled, seeing the benefit of "going native." Then Mias warned them, "I wouldn't recommend that for amateurs." And then laughed. Jansen couldn't wait for his first interaction with one of the natives. He wondered how animalistic they are. Then he began to wonder about their females. Oddly enough, he saw very few females out and about. The ones that were were kept close to the males they were with. Then Keswick came out of the shadows, apparently watching from there. "Is everything ok sir?" "Yes Mr. Keswick, everything is fine now," he said. "Thank you for your vigilance. We seem to have been accosted by someone who wished to purchase the talents of our lovely marine." Jansen snickered a little, but had to agree with the assessment of how she looked. "You are all right are you not my dear?" he asked. Jansen only smiled at her reply. She was, after all, a marine. The call from the captain to check caught them all by surprise. They were now just on the outskirts of the settlement. The traffic of natives had become quite heavy and they couldn't converse via the communicator without drawing attention to themselves. They headed to one of the pyramids and went inside. Mias began to explain something to them. "I didn't realize what I was feeling before we were accosted by the gentleman outside earlier but it's starting to make sense. I believe that there more mental talents in operation around us than merely telepathy but I don't know what they might be though I can sense them being used. Ms. Trenor or Mr. Jensen do you have any insights on this?" "The man asked what her talent was," Jansen said. "That must mean that there are a variety of mental abilities going on here. I can't even begin to imagine what they could possibly be." The idea was beginning to make Jansen feel very creepy. If he didn't like the idea of Mias peering into his thoughts, then how would he feel about these natives doing it. His attraction to the people suddenly became a bit soured. "You could be right," Mias agreed, "we are going to have to be very careful. Telepathy use by the natives alone could be harmful to us by penetrating our disguises but other talents could take us quite literally unawares." Jansen's biggest fears were suddenly becoming realized. His paranoia that everyone could tell what he was thinking was beginning to grow. He wanted to point at the marine and say it was her thought. she's the empath and she brought attention to them. But he held his tongue. He also knew that it wasn't right. Mias asked them to search the office while he contacted the captain. Jansen began to search but was soon distracted by the natives walking by the small window. He stopped to watch them, wondering how many of them knew who, and what he really was. Why hadn't they come to get them. He couldn't remember the last time he felt so vulnerable. (reply Mias, any) (posted by Al Muir) (USS Mystique- Bridge- Conn- Lt. Herkimer 78- 1442) Herk could sense the captain's agitation. S/he shared it, in fact. The Hermat was a pilot by nature and didn't really like the idea of sending another into possible danger in hir place. But s/he also understood the captain's position. If something happened on Mysty, as Herk had begun to call her, then s/he was the best equipped to deal with it. Tracing the away teams trek through brush and township was far from exciting, especially since it was all audio. Herk was definitely a visual kind of person. Still, s/he couldn't help but be intrigued by the conversation that was going on with the marine woman and the native. It certainly led Herk to believe these people were of a possible higher consciousness. Herk had an evil grin on hir face when s/he looked up at the captain. "They're psychic?" She asked Herk. "Where was THAT in our reconnaissance?" Herk shrugged hir shoulders. That was the first s/he heard of it. "Send a wide range hail to the away team members informing them that it appears that some of the natives are telepaths," the captain ordered. "Herk, is there any word from the team on the Colony ship?" Herk just shook hir head negative. Dr. Weir walked onto the bridge. Captain Winter's explained to her that the natives appeared to be telepathic. The doctor also looked surprised. ""Open a channel to Dr. Mias and Mr. Belinia," Winters ordered. "Channel open." "Gentleman, at your earliest convenience, please report in." Vanyssa shivered a bit, suddenly cold. Something bad was coming. Herk tried to fine tune the sensor array a little while the captain conversed with the away teams. The sight of the pregnant doctor caught hir attention. "So doctor, when are you due?" (reply Weir) (posted by Al Muir) (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais -Dr. Riven Mias - 1443) After laughing off his nervousness Riven composed himself and was about to turn around when a voice from behind him made him start slightly. "Is every thing ok sir.?" Riven turned to see Ensign Keswick standing behind him and after his initial surprise he chuckled a bit. "Yes Mr. Keswick, everything is fine now," He said "Thank you for your vigilance. We seem to have been accosted by someone who wished to purchase the talents of our lovely marine." Riven glanced at her once again and was reminded of just how "lovely" this marine truly was. ~ If she wasn't less than half my age... ~ "You are all right are you not my dear?" He asked the young woman. (Reply: MO Trenor) It was at this time a call came in from Vanyssa on the Mystique. =^= Gentleman, at your earliest convenience, please report in. =^= "Hold your position for a moment Mr. Keswick." Riven said as he looked away from Trenor and at the surrounding buildings. (Reply: Ensign Keswick) The foot traffic was getting heavier in the plaza as the day got older, since it was now nearing late afternoon the vendors in the market were doing a brisk business. Fruits and vegetables as well as some small meat animals were in abundance and the din of conversation was growing . The smells were somewhat exotic because of the locale but not at all unpleasant. The nearest of the pyramidal buildings was only a few hundred feet away and the "Steps" of the pyramid were in three levels. The ground floor was of course the largest and had wide, heavily motifed and burnished double doors made of some kind of reddish metal. There were no stairs or other means of egress to the second or third levels that Mias could see and so he assumed that they were for air traffic only and indeed could see many flying natives making use of several entrances on each level. It appeared as though few were entering the building at this time but there were many leaving. "We need to find a place where we can speak freely for a moment." Riven said. "Perhaps there is somewhere inside that will do. Come with us into the ground floor interior Mr. Keswick so that we don't have to worry about regrouping later." (Reply: Ensign Keswick) Riven led the way to the pyramid, it's large doors opened easily at his pull. Inside it was very cool and well lit. The foyer into which they stepped was wide and tall and the lighting on the walls was coming from intricate, ivy shaped settings. The walls were carved with swirling patterns and natural scenes and were very beautiful. A short hall led from the foyer into a wide chamber with a water fountain which had benches set around it and a lot of greenery. There were doors along the walls of the same metal as the doors outside, one of which was standing partially ajar. Riven walked to it and since there was no one else around he opened it slightly and peered inside then motioned the others in. The room appeared to be an office of some sort with an oddly shaped desk and chairs and ornate cabinets on each of the three other walls. When everyone else had entered and the door was shut he turned to the others and said. "I didn't realize what I was feeling before we were accosted by the gentleman outside earlier but it's starting to make sense. I believe that there more mental talents in operation around us than merely telepathy but I don't know what they might be though I can sense them being used. Ms. Trenor or Mr. Jensen do you have any insights on this?" (Reply: MO Trenor or Pilot Jensen) "You could be right, we are going to have to be very careful. Telepathy use by the natives alone could be harmful to us by penetrating our disguises but other talents could take us quite literally unawares. Mr. Keswick I am going to need you to be very vigilant as to threats you can see but use restraint as you did earlier. Do you have any suggestions to make as regarding our safety?" (Reply: Ensign Keswick) "Very good Mr. Keswick. While we are here let us make use of this opportunity to search these cabinets and see if there are papers with information we can use, shall we?" As the others were searching the room Riven said. "Captain Winters this is Riven reporting in. How may I help you?" (Reply: Captain Winters, Keswick, Trenor, Jensen, any) (Posted by Charles) (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais -Ensign Travis Keswick - 1445) "Yes Mr. Keswick, everything is fine now." Mias said "Thank you for your vigilance. We seem to have been accosted by someone who wished to purchase the talents of our lovely marine." Riven said as he looked at her. Just then the captain voice came over the communicator. =^= Gentleman, at your earliest convenience, please report in. =^= "Hold your position for a moment Mr. Keswick." Riven said as he looked away from Trenor and at the surrounding buildings. "Understood Doctor" Travis said staying ever vigilant of the surrounding buildings and keeping a watchful eye on the team as foot traffic heavier. The nearest of the pyramidal buildings was only a few hundred feet away and the "Steps" of the pyramid were in three levels. The ground floor was of course the largest and had wide, heavily motifed and burnished double doors made of some kind of reddish metal. There were no stairs or other means of egress to the second or third levels that he could see and so he assumed that they were for air traffic only and indeed watched as many flying natives making use of several entrances on each level. The traffic coming out of the building was heavier then the traffic flowing in to them. "We need to find a place where we can speak freely for a moment." Riven said as he turned to the team. "Perhaps there is somewhere inside that will do. Come with us into the ground floor interior Mr. Keswick so that we don't have to worry about regrouping later." "That's a good idea he said. "Seeing that traffic coming out of the pyramids is heavier then the traffic going in so we need to move carefully as not to stand out". he added Travis followed Mias as he led the way to the pyramid, it's large doors opened easily as they walked in. Inside it was very cool and well lit. The foyer into which they stepped was wide and tall and the lighting on the walls was coming from intricate, ivy shaped settings. The walls were carved with swirling patterns and natural scenes and were very beautiful. A short hall led from the foyer into a wide chamber with a water fountain which had benches set around it and a lot of greenery. There were doors along the walls of the same metal as the doors outside, one of which was standing partially ajar. Travis was scanning the hallway as Mias motioned everyone to follow him into the room. Travis was the last one to enter the room and closed the door behind him. The room appeared to be an office of some sort with an oddly shaped desk and chairs and ornate cabinets on each of the three other walls. As Travis scanned the room he could see that the door they just walked throw was the only way in or out so he stood in front of it. blocking it so he could tell of anyone tried to enter. Mias Turned to the Team "I didn't realize what I was feeling before we were accosted by the gentleman outside earlier but it's starting to make sense. I believe that there more mental talents in operation around us than merely telepathy but I don't know what they might be though I can sense them being used. Ms. Trenor or Mr. Jensen do you have any insights on this?" Travis listened as they gave there thoughts on the peoples mental talents. "You could be right, we are going to have to be very careful. Telepathy use by the natives alone could be harmful to us by penetrating our disguises but other talents could take us quite literally unawares. Mias said as he turned to Travis Mr. Keswick I am going to need you to be very vigilant as to threats you can see but use restraint as you did earlier. Understood Sr. Travis said still scanning the room. Do you have any suggestions to make as regarding our safety?" he asked "Just be aware of your surroundings and over all just be careful". he said ass he looked at the team. "Very good Mr. Keswick. While we are here let us make use of this opportunity to search these cabinets and see if there are papers with information we can use, shall we?" Travis watched as Trenor and Jensen searched the room looking for any information that would be useful. and Mias was talking with the captain. Travis turned and stared looking throw some files that on the desk. (Reply Mias, Trenor, Jensen, any) (Posted by Travis) (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais -Dr. Riven Mias - 1451/1716) After speaking with the Captain, Riven looked about at the others. Alesia and Keswick were hard at work but he noticed the young pilot staring out of the window with a far away look on his face, Riven could sense a mixture of fear and dread emanating from him so he walked over to the young man and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Mr. Jansen is something troubling you? Do not hesitate to tell me what is on your mind." (Reply: Ensign Bill Jansen) "The talents of the natives as we discussed earlier are something we need to be watchful for Mr. Jansen but not feared. A telepath would not be searching everyone's mind indiscriminately so as long as we do not draw attention to ourselves we will be safe." (Reply: Ensign Bill Jansen) "That is quite understandable Mr. Jansen, I know this is your first away mission however it is vital that we find the information we are looking for, please attend to your duties." As the young man opened and then began searching the cabinet Riven went to the remaining cabinet and opened it. As he searched the cabinet he felt with his mind every so often to check on Jansen's mental state, he wanted to make sure the young man didn't become unstable because of circumstances and do something rash which as Counselor he had seen happen several times on first time away missions; he was determined it would not happen this time. The cabinet when opened revealed several bottles filled with an amber liquid as well as numerous glasses in the top third of it. The lower two thirds of the piece of furniture however housed numerous files bundled together in two sections. Looking through the files he found that they concerned administrative trivia; the names and addresses of people, movements of foodstuffs and equipment and payment of revenues. The second section contained reports on communications between departments and movements of supplies but nothing on the "Flying Box of the Forefathers." Closing the cabinet Riven sighed and turned to look at the others who were through with their investigations. "Did any of you find anything of value? (Reply: Any) "I was afraid of that. According to the files I went through we are in the administrative building for the local governmental structure meaning we are likely to find nothing of value here. I did see though that there is a flow of materials and information to several other similar buildings that house the Arts, Sciences, Medicine and Research. We may find what we seek in any or all of these buildings. Since it is growing late I recommend we break off our search for now and find a place where we may stay for the night as well as acquiring something to eat. We are undoubtedly going to need some of the local currency to do so. Does anyone have any suggestions on how to acquire some?" (Reply: Any) Riven rolled his eyes at Keswick's tongue in cheek answer. "No Mr. Keswick I am afraid that hiring out Ms. Trenor is not an option," And then smiled at the laughter that ensued. Before leaving the room he checked at the door and hearing nothing slipped through, they gained the door to the entrance walking quickly and stepped outside. (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais -Ensign Travis Keswick - 1453) Travis was looking threw the desk he opined the bottom right hand drawer and sow files that looked like government pay roll papers after examining them he decided that they where of no use to them and moved on. He opined the drawer just above that one and sow some blank forms that where of no use. He opined a big file lick drawer that had personnel file looking threw them he determined they where of no use to them ether. The top center drawer hand an small steal bottle in it so he opined it and sniffed it. The smell was vary strong and bitter Travis almost choked at the outrages aroma coming from the bottle he quickly put the cover back on. Just then Dr' Mias turned and asked. "Did any of you find anything of value? Travis seeped away from the desk covering his nose and recovering from the bottle. "Sorry Doc nothing here but Payroll papers and personnel files and what I think is there idea of a drink." After the others gave there reports Dr. Mias continued. "I was afraid of that. According to the files I went through we are in the administrative building for the local governmental structure meaning we are likely to find nothing of value here. I did see though that there is a flow of materials and information to several other similar buildings that house the Arts, Sciences, Medicine and Research. We may find what we seek in any or all of these buildings. Since it is growing late I recommend we break off our search for now and find a place where we may stay for the night as well as acquiring something to eat. We are undoubtedly going to need some of the local currency to do so. Does anyone have any suggestions on how to acquire some?" Looking over at Lt.Trenors and giving her a wink "Well we could always hire out Trenors them men seem to like her. then he chucked as Trenors rolled her eyes at that idea." Riven rolled his eyes at Keswick's tongue in cheek answer. "No Mr. Keswick I am afraid that hiring out Ms. Trenor is not an option," And then smiled at the laughter that ensued. Then they all filed out of the room Travis being the last one out checking to make shore that the room was just as it was when they got there then closed the door and followed the group out of the building. (Raelleus VI - Matais - Market place - CSO Ketal - 1501/1826) After leaving the building Commander Belinia stopped and paused for a moment then said. "Gentlemen, I need to find a small quiet spot. Lets get through the marketplace to see if there is anywhere we can hide." Ketal nodded and continued to follow him on his left flank as he moved into the market. He watched and made note of the items for sale there as the FO looked closely, and it appeared hungrily at the merchandise. The number followed by the two letters appeared to be the sale price. "Perhaps the letters stand for Raellean dollars Commander however I am not completely certain though it would fit our knowledge of the local culture and history." After a moment the young man turned to Ketal and asked, "I think we need currency. Where do you suppose we can get some?" Ketal considered the question for a moment; they had nothing on them with which to barter and couldn't have any money replicated by the ship until they had located some anyway. "I assume Commander that there are establishments where we can obtain local currency however we have nothing on us we may exchange in return." "Well that's no good. Lets us find some pick-pockets, they are always around, in every society." While the Commander was looking for a pickpocket Ketal was observing the actions of a Raellean couple on the far side of the market, the male was standing watch territorially over her as she stood in rapt concentration with her eyes closed and arms spread wide. The female was elaborately clothed as were all of the escorted women the group had seen in a dazzling array of layers of skirts and delicate footwear and jewelry as well as sporting what looked to be a collar, she also was extremely attractive and commanded the attention of more than a few of the passing males. As he continued to watch her the trilling of a flute broke out in the market from the area she was in and began playing a beautiful melody. While she had garnered a lot of notice before she suddenly became the center of attention though Ketal saw no instrument or recording device. Puzzled, Ketal turned in time to see the Commander nod in the direction of a youth and begin to chase him. Ketal and the Counselor immediately followed. As the youth sped into an alley Commander Belinia turned and ordered the Counselor to keep watch while Ketal and he overtook the youngster. Ketal stood back and observed their exchange as he considered the wisdom of using unlawful acts to acquire currency, if they were caught by the local authorities they would be put in an extremely difficult circumstance in extricating themselves without contaminating the culture. When the boy dropped his ill gotten gains and fled the FO turned to Ketal again. "So, how much do you make it?" "Approximately 380 dollars in local currency Commander." "Is that a lot?" "Considering the prices posted in the marketplace Commander I would say no." Ketal said. "Mr Raynar, come." As the team gathered he ordered the distribution of coins. "And keep some for Peters and Jones." Ketal and the FO listened to the Counselor's reply and the 1/2 Vulcan nodded and watched as the FO hailed the Captain while still wondering about the display he had seen in the market. ~ Intriguing ~ (Reply: Any) (Posted by Charles) (Planet Raelleus VI - City of Falais, Marketplace - Dr. Riven Mias - 15:32/18:57) The sun was nearing the horizon as the group emerged into the marketplace, the crowd had not thinned at all but had grown larger and the plaza was extremely crowded. The natives appeared to be extremely excited about something that was about to happen. On the osiers of the plaza lights were being strung and areas were being marked off. A sign that they had not noticed earlier advertised cash prizes for feats of strength or skill, wrestling and musical talents. An idea immediately began to form in Riven's head as he saw this and he smiled as he turned to the others. First place in the various contests was 500 RD, second was 200 RD and third was 100 RD. "It looks like they are setting up for the events. Would anyone care to try your hand at something?" (Reply: Keswick, Jansen, Trenor, Any) (Posted by Charles) (Planet Raelleus VI - City of Falais, Marketplace - Ensign Travis Keswick - 15:33) The sun was setting as Travis and the group walked out of the building. Travis watched as the crowds got bigger and the Plaza was really coming to life with the people talking and getting existed. lights were being hung and and areas of the plaza where being marked off into tournament rings seeing that got Travis a little excited. Then he sow the signs Cash prizes for feats of strength or skill, wrestling and musical talents. First place in the various contests was 500 RD, second was 200 RD and third was 100 RD. ~ Oh ya a tournament I Live for this stuff~ he thought to himself as he smiled showing off his razor sharp teeth That Dr. Weirs was so kind to give him. Mias turned to the group. "It looks like they are setting up for the events. Would anyone care to try your hand at something?" With a big smile still on his face Travis said "Definitely where do we sign up" The group walked over to a table where People where sing up to enter the events. When the group got to the table Travis sow a list of events. Travis studied the list for a moment. Then he went up to a tall man who was singing people up for the events. The Man looked at Travis how was standing at 7 feet tall and was 280lbs of soled Mussel. "Name your event" the man said in a loud dry voice. Looking into the mans eyes Travis said "I will wrestle" "You are kind of small to wrestle the tall man said to Travis as the other people started to laughing. "Just sign me up" Travis said raising his voice a little to get them to stop laughing. "Ok you will be in area 6 over there" he said pointing to where a larger group of people have gathered around a ring. "It starts in 30 mints be ready" Travis steeped aside as the rest of the group signed up and they met back up after they had all singed up. "So what are you guys going to be doing" he asked the group as they regrouped. (Reply: Mias, Jansen, Trenor, Any) "Well Good luck to all of you" (Dr. Mias do you have any finale thoughts before I go worm up) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Mystique, Holodeck 1, ACEO Ens.. Denton 0930) (Conestoga Class Ship, OPS, Lt (jg) HHril, 1040) (Conestoga Class Ship - OPS - CCE Roberts - 1041) (Conestoga Class Ship - Engine room - Ensign Jason Dema - 1045) (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais -Ensign Bill Jansen - 1452) (Raelleus VI - City of Falais; MnSgt Peters & MO Ens. Jones; 1500/1825) (USS Mystique, Bridge, CO, Captain Vanyssa Winters, 1510) (USS Mystique, Engineering, Plasma Manifolds, Ens.. Denton, 1520) (Raelleus VI - City of Falais- CSO Ketal - 1528/1853) (Planet Raelleus VI - City of Falais, Marketplace - Ensign Jansen - 15:34) (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais, plaza - Dr. Riven Mias - 1535) (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais, plaza - Ensign Travis Keswick 1535) (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais, plaza - MO Alesia Trenor & Dr. Riven Mias- 1550) (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais, plaza - Ensign Travis Keswick - 1600) ************************************************************************************* (USS Mystique, Personal Quarters, Lt(SG) Sarouk & Dr. Weir, 0400) Sarouk enter his quarters, letting the hot dry air wash over him. He always kept his quarters environment set to Vulcan norms. Yet on entering his quarters he immediately felt that the temperature and gravity had been altered. The room was exactly 3 degrees cooler than when he had left for his duty shift, and the gravity was exactly . 3 G less. Both were testament to the arrival of Kellita, his wife. Not that Sarouk need these clues, he had known the second she had set foot on the Mystique. Their bond was very strong, stronger than most Vulcan couples, due to Kellita being Betazoid and Sarouk's own above average telepathic ability. The current temperature and gravity settings where the compromise they had made not long after their wedding. Many times Sarouk thought marriage was nothing more than an exercise in the art of compromise. Quietly, he moved to the bed room where Kellita lay sleeping. He watched her sleep for a short time, aware that she was dreaming. Her emotions traveling along their link to him. Without a sound, he undressed and moved into the bathroom for a quick sonic-shower. Exiting the bathroom 4.56 minuets latter Sarouk noticed that Kellita had rolled over onto her back, exposing her swollen abdomen. Sarouk's normally impassive face soften as his thoughts turned to their daughter, still in the womb. ~Her presence here is illogical.~ Sarouk thought, turning. He grabbed one of his traditional Vulcan robes from the closest and moved into his study wrapping the robe around him. ~We are in the middle of a war. Our survival uncertain. Yet she insists to be by my side. She should be on Vulcan. Her and our child would be safe there. Yet she refutes my logical arguments and chooses to remain. I do not understand her reasoning.~ Sarouk sat on his meditation stone and began to clear his mind of the days burdens. Seeking his calm center. Kellita was exhausted by the time she had stumbled into Sarouk's Quarters after managing to save both of the girls. Her superior, Dr. Radchenko, had fallen asleep at his desk, to which Kellita had just smiled and taken herself off to her Quarters. She'd managed a quick shower, feeling much better after washing off the sweat and grime of the last several hours, then changed into a nightgown and climbed into bed. That was when she had realized that the temperature settings were wrong, and had changed them to where they were supposed to be. She spared a shaft of love to her husband, who was busy working in Engineering, and fell asleep. She would know when and if he made it back to Quarters. She hoped. Kellita had slept deeply, then woken all at once when her husband had engaged his meditation techniques. "Of course." She said out loud. "Excellent timing as always, Kellita." She laughed, then snuggled down into the blankets. ::Can't you meditate in here?:: She sent down their bond. ::Your emotional bundle of illogic needs a hug.:: Sarouk's brow rose as he heard his wife's 'voice' in his mind, but he did not immediately open his eyes. ::I was not aware you had awakened,:: He replied, ::I shall be coming to bed momentarily.:: Sarouk quickly cleared his mind of distractions and preformed a quick mental technique to center his mind. Then rose and walked back into the bed room. Removing his robe, he slid under the covers next to his wife. Allowing her to snuggle up next to him, resting her head on his bare chest, his arm draped around her protectively. At the direct physical contact, their mental bond flared into full life and spoken words no longer became necessary. ::I am pleased to see you again, my wife, though your presence here is illogical,:: Sarouk sent down the link, ::You put yourself and our child at undue risk.:: ::Don't care.:: She sent back, liking the feel of his arms on her. ::Want to be with you. There is no life without you. Being separated from you all this time was so hard on me.:: She showed him how hard it had been. ::Don't leave me again, Sarouk. I am made to be with you.:: She showed him how much this was true then looked up at him. She showed him what was bothering her, the needless almost death of two children who had done nothing more than be with their parents. ::I don't understand how an Admiral who claims to have Starfleet's best interests at heart can act the way that Doenitz does. I don't understand how he thinks he can gain anything. All he'll gain is the destruction of the UFP:: She waited for her husband's wise answer to come and make things make sense. He truly was a good match for her. Sarouk's brow rose slightly at his wife's illogical arguments, but he had come to expect such things from her. ::Admiral Doenitz has only his own interests at heart. He seeks to seize power for himself. He serves no one but his own petty desires, and he does not care who or what is harmed as long as his desires are met.:: ::But what are his desires?:: Kellita asked, pressing the issue. ::To be supreme dictator of a world at war? How is that logical?:: ::That is an illogical question,:: Sarouk replied, ::I can not say what his desires are. I can only hypothesize by the actions witnessed and the evidence presented. He is human. Humans are not known for their logic. Power is a drug, my wife, as intoxicating as any drink. Doenitz has tasted this drug and craves more. Logic does not dictate his actions.:: Kellita sent back an acknowledgment, beginning to fall asleep again. ::Promise me you won't leave me again ?:: She asked through her sleepiness. This pregnancy was certainly taking a lot out of her. It was well known that pregnant women needed to rest more than others, but this was ridiculous. She yawned aloud and snuggled deeper into Sarouk's arms. ::We are never truly apart, my wife,:: Sarouk replied, gently stroking her hair. ::I do what I must. Sleep now. We will talk more in the morning.:: She yawned and finally gave into his suggestion, the events of the day overwhelming her. Everything was right again. (reply none) (posted by Wes and Melinda :-) ******************************************************************************************* (USS Mystique, Holodeck 1, ACEO Ens.. Denton 0930) James had wanted to test his new program for a long time, his brother sent him over a month ago. He walked into the holodeck and said " Computer, run program Denton-Overlord. He and his brother had always been WWII buffs so he wanted to try a this program that was the Operation Overlord Scenario, where he would be the seargent of the 35th battalion. The program started and James was onboard a boat heading off to Normandy, he felt the boat tremble as a bomb went off to his right. He landed on the beach and the action began. By the time James was done he was glad he was not soldier , he had died 3 times while running the program. It was almost time for his shift to start so he headed off to his quarters to clean up and grab a bite to eat. (reply none) (posted by Justin T) (Conestoga Class Ship, OPS, Lt (jg) HHril, 1040) "We have located several corpses here, Sir." he said, shifting his weight as he spoke. "Approximately half of the colonists are still aboard this ship. They never made it to the planet." =/\=Interesting, Lieutenant=/\= replied the Captain. "Once we have stabilized the vessel in orbit, I would like permission to stay and try to figure out exactly what happened." =/\=Your first priority is to get that ship stable.=/\= replied Winters. "But please, satisfy your curiosity as well.=/\= there was a pause before the Captain continued. =/\=Mr. Hhril, was there a reason you waited several hours to reply ?=/\= A look of bewilderment appeared on the face of the OPS officer. He looked down at the display on the arm of his environmental suit. "I'm not certain that I understand, Sir." he replied, staring at his wrist. "The away team boarded the colony vessel at 1000 hrs. We have been aboard ship for approximately 40 minutes Captain." =/\=You've been gone 8 hours, Mr. Hhril.=/\= stated the CO flatly. HHril stepped over to the CE that had been assigned to watch over HHril and Sarouk. "What do you show for time on your HUD Roberts?" (reply Roberts) "Sarouk?" asked the Romulan, slightly confused by the situation they were finding themselves in. (reply Sarouk) "Negative, Captain. By all accounts, we have only been aboard ship for 42 minutes." HHril began punching commands into the tricorder. "I believe what we are experiencing is a time distortion." he said as he continued to amplify the sensors of his tricorder. "It appears that this vessel is encompassed by what can only be described as a time bubble. The time where we are and the time aboard the Mystique are not in synch. If you imagine a subspace bubble. The space within the bubble is not the same as the space outside of it. This would work the same... except what is trapped within the bubble is time." (reply Winters, Any) "That could explain why we have found this ship to be in such excellent condition considering its age." continued HHril. It is trapped within a bubble where time is moving exponentially slower than it is in normal space. The thing is, Sir... I don't believe that this is a natural phenomenon. I believe that what we are experiencing has been artificially created." (reply any) "Captain." said the Romulan. "I will contact the Mystique at 30 minute intervals to update you as we progress." =/\=Be cognizant of more time distortions then, Mr. Hhril.=/\= replied the Captain, a hint of worry evident in her voice. "Aye, Sir. Away team out." he looked around at the engineering team and the CE that stood with them. "Answers, Gentlemen." said the OPS man. "What we need right now are answers that do not lead us to more questions. This ship is still falling into orbit. We are still here to stop that from happening. We will have ample time to figure out exactly what happened once we have stabilized the ship in orbit." he continued as he led the way to the center of the large common room. "That is our mission. That is our first priority. We need to find engineering section." He tapped his comm badge. "Mr. Dema." he said not waiting for a reply. "Have you located the engine room of the ship?" =/\= Yes, At least I think so =/\= came the reply over the comm channel. "Excellent. Hold position. Lt. Sarouk and I are on our way." =/\= I've seen these devices before, they look pretty messed up, want me to take a look at them? =/\= said the young Ensign. "Negative." replied the Operations chief. "Your primary concern is the safety of this away team. I need your head wrapped around that, and only that. I have no doubt that you are an efficient and competent officer," continued HHril. "But the fact is that the engineering team and the combat engineers are here for that. Hold position. We are on our way. HHril out." He tapped his comm badge to close the channel and headed towards their coordinates as indicated on the tricorder. The room they entered was a dark, dank recess of the ship. HHril lead the way in, his cell pointed forward to aluminate their surroundings. There was no mistaking it. They had found engineering. The fact was, it was a simple engine room. The design of the engine predated matter/anti-matter drives that the federation now used by centuries. For all intents and purposes, they were looking at a mock up of the engine used to power the Phoenix on humanities first warp flight. Slightly modified to say the least. He spun to face the engineering team that had followed him into the room. "Gentlemen." he said, smiling through the glass of his helmet. "Lets get to work." (reply Winters, Roberts, Sarouk, Any) (Posted by Matthew Elias) (Conestoga Class Ship - OPS - CCE Roberts - 1041) "What do you show for time on your HUD Roberts?" Roberts frowned and turned his eyes inward to look at the HUD, "Ten-Forty one hours, Sir." He said a moment later. What followed was a long discussion about what situation they were in and such. It wasn't pretty, and Roberts had nothing to add, he was a Combat Engineer: Not a scientist. The group had finally migrated to the Engineering room, and Roberts had to bite back a groan. He was a fully qualified engineer, and had been for two dozen years, but this was an antique. "Gentlemen. Lets get to work." Robert turned to look at the Operations officer, "Permission to scout the ship for possible subspace generators, or anything else that looks out of place in this style ship?" (reply: OPS) (posted by Trout) (Conestoga Class Ship - Engine room - Ensign Jason Dema - 1045) Jason explained that he saw these kind of devices before, and asked if he was allowed to take a look. "Negative, Your primary concern is the safety of this away team. I need your head wrapped around that, and only that. I have no doubt that you are an efficient and competent officer, But the fact is that the engineering team and the combat engineers are here for that. Hold position. We are on our way. HHril out." Jason looked around the large room, looking at the large machinery, and thinking about how inefficient they seemed against the smaller, stronger devices that exist nowadays. He came to a door and had to force it open. As he entered a big space, he noticed lockers, and closets. ~this must be the maintenance area where they hold the tools and spare parts~. Jason opened the lockers to see all kinds of tools that would get a nice place in a museum. no laser-tolls, no tricorder, nothing. They didn't had equipment to scan for problems, instead, they had to search for it, and work with their experience. Jason opened another locker. Looking inside, he saw smaller parts, which seemed to be spares for smaller parts, scrolls and a book. He took some of the scrolls, and noticed that they were marked with what they showed on the inside. There was fuel-controller, water-systems, etc. He also saw one with the blueprints of the ship. Then he took the book and the cover showed that this was the logbook from engineering. ~These I gotta show to HHril~. He took an empty toolbox, and inserted the scrolls and the books and brought it to the entrance through which HHril would most possibly enter. He saw lights searching the room and heard HHril talk "Gentlemen, Lets get to work." Jason walked to HHril. "Lt., I think you'll find this interesting." Jason opened the toolbox and handed the book and blueprints over to HHril and left the rest in the toolbox. (reply HHril, any) (posted by Anthony Struelens) (reply Winters, Roberts, Sarouk, Any) (Posted by Matthew Elias) (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais -Ensign Bill Jansen - 1452) "Mr. Jansen is something troubling you? Do not hesitate to tell me what is on your mind." The sound of the counselor's voice brought Jansen back to reality with a resounding thud. "Ummmm..., well, no sir, it's just, the thought of these telepathic beings. It's kind of ... freshening." "The talents of the natives as we discussed earlier are something we need to be watchful for Mr. Jansen but not feared. A telepath would not be searching everyone's mind indiscriminately so as long as we do not draw attention to ourselves we will be safe." "Yes sir," Jansen replied, but in his mind he thought, ~Yeah, that's if they play by our rules.~ "It still makes me a little uneasy." "That is quite understandable Mr. Jansen, I know this is your first away mission however it is vital that we find the information we are looking for, please attend to your duties." Jansen knew an order when he heard one and went back to work. He began searching the desks, but found little of consequence. Of course, it would have helped if he knew what they were looking for. What could they find that would help. Every so often he would feel a tingling in his mind, that kept him on edge. Then he would hear whispers, and turn around to see that nobody was there, or talking. This whole planet was giving him the heebyjeebies. "Did any of you find anything of value?" Mias asked. "Sorry Doc," Keswick offered, "nothing here but Payroll papers and personnel files and what I think is there idea of a drink." "Not really anything here either," Jansen admitted. Mias didn't seem to pleased. He reported that the building was obviously an administrative one and had the usual boring records. "Since it is growing late," Mias continued, "I recommend we break off our search for now and find a place where we may stay for the night as well as acquiring something to eat. We are undoubtedly going to need some of the local currency to do so. Does anyone have any suggestions on how to acquire some?" "Well we could always hire out Trenors," Keswick said with a chuckle, "the men seem to like her." Trenors rolled her eyes at him. Jansen shook his head, but thought that making an offer to her, himself, didn't seem like a bad idea. She did look very exotic. Riven rolled his eyes at Keswick's tongue in cheek answer. "No Mr. Keswick I am afraid that hiring out Ms. Trenor is not an option," And then smiled at the laughter that ensued. Before leaving the room he checked at the door and hearing nothing slipped through, they gained the door to the entrance walking quickly and stepped outside. (Raelleus VI - City of Falais; MnSgt Peters & MO Ens. Jones; 1500/1825) Peters opened a drawer in the filing cabinet. He glanced at the headers of the foolscap files. 'Damage Reports', 'Building Suppliers', 'Risk Assesment', 'Invoices', 'University Plans', 'Financial Statements', 'Financial Reports', 'Possible Locations'. He opened the 'University Plans' file and glanced at them. It seemed that they were on the outer edge of the University of Falais. The building looked like the central administrative building for the university. He saw that there were several buildings which would be of interest to the away team. He memorized the plans and carried on looking through the filing cabinet. Meanwhile Jones was standing in front of the desk, she had opened the only drawer and had found some interesting books and documents. The book titles were 'The history of Raelleus VI', 'The language of the Raelleans', Common usage of Raellean, 'Earthlian/Raellean language'. The documents were 'Interpretation of the law and freedom of speech', 'Guaranteed rights - Raelleans, 'Guaranteed rights - 'Earthlians, 'Ethnic cleansing - strategies and consequences', 'Life before and after the 'Great war''. Jones started to read some of the data in 'The history of Raelleus VI'. "The large spacial object came hurtling through the upper atmosphere and fell with such speed that, when it landed, the fallout catchments covered fully two thirds of the planet. This forced the indigenous population to flee their home towns and cities to areas which were not affected by this disaster. The Government was almost completely destroyed and the people were thrown into a Feudal system once again. The entire planet was flooded with toxic chemicals as the heat from the gigantic ball melted itself. The chemicals and gasses mixed with the atmosphere. The sun had been obscured from view, and its heat could not penetrate the cloud of dust that hung over the entire globe. It rained often, but only chemical laden water. It was a miracle that there were any Raelleans left to restart the population." She turned several pages to the start of the next chapter. "After the dust had settled, and the sky could be seen from the ground, the Raelleans returned to their once prestigious cities. It had taken 300 years to fully clear from the sky, only those who remembered the incident were aware of what they needed to do, now that it was safe to do so. One side effect that the Raelleans were not expecting was the sheer magnetic force which accompanied the object. Their technology was next to useless. And they began to notice that the entire planet was poisoned. They could no longer farm the land, fish the waters or even eat the birds or animals. Everything that had been exposed to the elements was useless." Again she turned to another chapter. "The population, while in hiding, eventually decreased in size. Almost the entire population died of disease or malnutrition in the first three years. It was a hard and lonely existence during this dark period. There were only 4,000 Raelleans alive, and after a few years they too began to decrease in number. It became evident to those who were medically trained, that the male population had become infertile, while the fertility of the females had increased. An odd side effect you will agree, and it baffles scientists to this day." There she stopped. Peters was still rummaging through the filing cabinets under the bookcases along the opposite wall to the door. "Found anything?" She asked. "Yeah, quite a bit. This office seems to belong to a professor or someone who is incredibly well read." He turned to face her. "There are loads of books here to do with history and politics. Plans for the university, financial statements and reports. In that cabinet there [he pointed] there are huge volumes of thesis' and dissertations on the history of the population. You?" "Pretty much the same, I found books on the native language and all sorts of files to do with history. It is really interesting." Here she recited what she had read and he moved towards the desk. He pocketed the book which still lay open and the language books. Then he took the files to do with ethnic cleansing and the great war. "I think we have spent too much time here. Let's get out." The two of them returned the office to its previous state and removed the chair from its position under the door handle. Peters looked out of the door and saw that the lobby was now full of people, whispering and shouting. Something was going on. It provided a good cover so they darted out of the office and into the crowd. They headed towards the exit that the First Officer had exited by and slipped unnoticed out of the billeting. They headed into the market as dusk fell over the city. It seemed to bring a carnival atmosphere to the area. Smells flooded their senses, divine perfumes mingled with fruits and flowers of unimaginable beauty. they came between two stalls selling meats and Jones began to get hungry. Peters was not really noticing the small details, like food, he was scanning for the First Officer. He couldn't see him so he walked forwards into the market proper. The hustle and bustle of the crowd was energizing and he started to get intrigued about the people. He stopped and turned back to find Jones staring at him. A man had accosted her and was trying to 'buy' her. Peters, not knowing the custom he simply ran up to the fellow and knocked him on the floor. His lip and nose bleeding, he simply scurried to his feet and ran away. "Are you okay?" He asked gently. "Yeah, just startled is all." She replied shaking. "Good, the sooner we find the FO the better." He grabbed her lightly, but firmly, on the arm and led her away. Soon he spotted Ensign Ketal and started towards him. (Reply Ketal, any) (pb John G) (USS Mystique, Bridge, CO, Captain Vanyssa Winters, 1510) Vanyssa had been pacing the bridge, wanting to hear something from the crew memebers. They were still alive, she knew that, the sensors told her that. Her telepathic senses told her that. =^=HHril to Mystique.=^= Vanyssa heard over the comm. She stopped pacing and said a plea to the Gods. "Go ahead Lieutenant." "We have located several corpses here, Sir." he said, shifting his weight as he spoke. "Approximately half of the colonists are still aboard this ship. They never made it to the planet." "Interesting, Lt." Vanyssa said, while he continued. "Once we have stabilized the vessel in orbit, I would like permission to stay and try to figure out exactly what happened." "Your first priority is to get that ship stable." Vanyssa stated. "But please, satisfy your curiosity as well." She sat down. "Mr. Hhril, was there a reason you waited several hours to reply ?" (reply) "You've been gone 8 hours, Mr. Hhril." Vanyssa stated flatly. (reply) "Be cognizant of more time distortions then, Mr. Hhril." "Understood. HHril out." Vanyssa looked up as the lights went off on the Bridge. "Mr. Herk ?" Vanyssa asked. (reply Herk) Vanyssa got up. "Mr. Denton, what did you do now ?" She asked in exasperation. "I thought this was supposed to be a routine cleaning of the manifolds." She said, as the computer reported widespread computer failures all over the ship. (reply Denton, Herk, Hhril, anybody who wants to be on the ship) (pb melinda :-) (USS Mystique, Engineering, Plasma Manifolds, Ens.. Denton, 1520) " Sigh... Nothing like cleaning the plasma manifolds. Oh well I guess it could be worse, I wouldn't want to be on that planet." James continued to work when he saw something to be wrong with an EPS conduit. He went over to check what was wrong with it. It was just a minor problem that he could fix easily. James thought to himself ~ I don't have what I need for this... oh well I guess I can wing it with a hyperspanner.~ James started to repair the problem and was almost done. " Woops" The lights had just gone off and just as James was reaching for his kit and grab a tricorder. =/\= Mr. Denton, what did you do now ?" She asked in exasperation. "I thought this was supposed to be a routine cleaning of the manifolds.=/\= " It was Captain, but thee was a small problem in the EPS conduits, I must have overloaded it when I was attempting to repair it." (reply Captain Winters) "I think I can repair it but it may take some time to do" James said a little nervously. (reply Captain Winters) (posted by Justin T.) (Raelleus VI - City of Falais- CSO Ketal - 1528/1853) Ketal was standing near the mouth of the alley where they had cornered the young thief talking to Counselor Raynar when he saw the two marines making for them. The 1/2 Vulcan noticed that as the couple passed the crowd it was as though a ripple seemed to move through it as the males turned to look toward the young woman. It was obvious that they noticed it as well because they quickened their step in order to get to his proximity as quickly as possible. Please stay here and keep watch Mr. Raynar." He said. (Reply: Telan Raynar) Ketal looked around and quickly spotted a door to a small shop nearby, he moved quickly to the door and found it locked. The lock was simple and with his strength he managed to force the handle until he heard a sharp snap as the lock gave way. Turning around he motioned the two inside and when they had entered he shut the door to the dark shop behind them and stood guard at the door. There was a little light filtering through the drapes on the wall farther down but it was hardly enough to see well by. Ketal looked at Ms. Jones and said, " I mean no offense Ms. Jones," then turning to Mr. Peters he said. "The presence of a female among us is bringing unfortunate attention on us. I have been watching the interactions in the marketplace and the few females there are closely watched and jealously protected by their male consorts. The males here are very territorial and aggressive toward any females found." (Reply: Jones, Peters) "Commander Belinia is in the marketplace buying food. I see your bag is well laden. You have found some information that will be of help?" (Reply: Peters, Jones, any) (Posted by Charles) (Planet Raelleus VI - City of Falais, Marketplace - Ensign Jansen - 15:34) As they stepped out of the shade of the building Jansen shielded his eyes from the setting sun. The whole town seemed somehow different. More crowded. That nagging feeling at the back of his mind returned. It was like he had ants in his head. He was having a little trouble focusing. He tried to shake the cobwebs loose a little. Then he heard a voice, as if it had been whispered in his ear. He didn't quite catch what it said, but there was a warning behind it. Jansen noticed the sign everyone was looking at. It was advertising several contests in which there was prize money offered. He could see the look in Riven's eyes. "It looks like they are setting up for the events," he said. "Would anyone care to try your hand at something?" Keswick was the first to say, "Definitely where do we sign up" Jansen shrugged his shoulders, but he thought he might be able to impress Ms. Trenor. "Why not?" The man signing them up was large and loud. He laughed, causing the crowd around him to laugh with him, when Keswick signed up for the wrestling tournament. The ASC seemed a little put out by their attitudes. Looking at the size of the natives he could understand it though, since Keswick was at least a full head shorter than the shortest of them. This did not look like the kind of activity that would suit a young pilot. He wandered the tables looking for something else, then he saw people playing a game of chance, with some odd looking numbered cubes. When he looked closer he noticed that the cubes were actually multifaceted, perhaps more at the level of twenty surfaces. As he watched the game seemed simple enough, and so he signed up. The only thing that worried him was the caveat by the sign in sheet. "Cheaters will be dealt with severely and swiftly." Well, he hadn't planned on cheating, so he had little to loose. He stood around for a while just watching, to make sure he had all of the nuances of the game. When he felt comfortable he pulled himself up to the able and pulled out the oddly shaped pieces he found in a desk, that he had assumed was currency. He put them down on the table and waited for the game to begin. (reply none) (posted by Al Muir) (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais, plaza - Dr. Riven Mias - 1535) Riven watched proudly as Keswick and Jansen signed up for their particular events of interest then realized with the crowd that was gathering he was not going to be able to keep an eye on the young pilot as he wished to do. Mr. Jansen was obviously green and more than a little overwhelmed by what he was experiencing and Riven hoped he would keep his wits about him. While Mr. Keswick was taking the good natured hoots and cackles of several men about his size in reference to the wrestling matches the Counselor motioned Alesia Trenor to follow him and made for an officious looking being watching the sign ups. As had been aptly demonstrated both by observation and practical experience Riven knew it was not a good idea to allow her to move around on her own, she was the one he was going to have to watch carefully in case she attracted the interest of the males and as he looked around he saw the eyes of many following her. The being turned out to be a judge as he had hoped and the man gave him a breakdown on the rules for the wrestling matches which eased Riven's mind, he returned to the young Tac/Sc immediately to let him know what he had found. Ensign Keswick noticed him and spoke as he walked up. "So what are you guys going to be doing" "Mr Jansen appears to be involving himself in a dice game Ensign and I will look around in a moment. I am not sure my particular skills will be of any help in this matter however Ms. Trenor might find something of interest as we walk about the festival. "Well Good luck to all of you" The young man said. "By the way Mr. Keswick I spoke to one of the judges and he gave me the rules for the wrestling matches. There is no biting or clawing allowed and you can't use your wings to advantage by fighting in the air or diving down upon a grounded opponent or you will be disqualified. He didn't rule out using them however to buffet your opponent, that is apparently one of the legal moves so watch out for that from your opponents. And one other thing," Mias pointed to one that looked extremely powerful that was nearly a foot taller and 100 pounds heavier than Keswick with black and grey horizontal stripes. "That one seems to be the local champion and a very strong wrestler but I am confident with your Star Fleet training you can beat even him. Just be careful of their fangs and claws, just because they can't legally do it doesn't mean they might not try if they feel they can't be detected in the act." He slapped the Tac/Sc officer on the shoulder and said. "We're going off to look around now, good luck to you." With the young marine in tow he then looked in on the pilot who was starting to accumulate a small pile of winnings. Riven smiled at him and nodded when he looked up then moved toward some more booths on the outskirts that looked promising. (Reply: Any) (Posted by Charles) (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais, plaza - Ensign Travis Keswick 1535) "By the way Mr. Keswick I spoke to one of the judges and he gave me the rules for the wrestling matches. There is no biting or clawing allowed and you can't use your wings to advantage by fighting in the air or diving down upon a grounded opponent or you will be disqualified. He didn't rule out using them however to buffet your opponent, that is apparently one of the legal moves so watch out for that from your opponents. And one other thing," Mias pointed to one that looked extremely powerful that was nearly a foot taller and 100 pounds heavier than Keswick with black and grey horizontal stripes. "That one seems to be the local champion and a very strong wrestler but I am confident with your Star Fleet training you can beat even him. Just be careful of their fangs and claws, just because they can't legally do it doesn't mean they might not try if they feel they can't be detected in the act." He slapped the Tac/Sc officer on the shoulder and said. "We're going off to look around now, good luck to you." Thank you and be careful out there and watch your back. I will meet you back here after the tournament. Travis said to the Dr. Mias as they headed out to look around. Then he sow him the 8 foot 5 in tall 400 lbs monster with black and grey horizontal stripes. Sharp razor claws and Big black wings and a tale about a foot long that came to a point like an arrow. ~ Well this is going to be fun~ he thought to him self as he walked down to the ring. (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais, plaza - MO Alesia Trenor & Dr. Riven Mias- 1550) Alesia saw eyes following her and felt the lustful thoughts of the people around her. She stayed close by Riven, wanting to be anywhere but here. ::Riven!!!:: Alesia called as she saw two people striding purposely towards them. Alesia knew that she could take them on single-handedly, but that wasn't her role. Riven heard Alesia's mental call and thought back to her. :: Don't worry, everything is under control.:: Riven turned to see the two young males bearing down on them and shook his head. ~ These natives are certainly aggressive if nothing else. ~ He opened his mind to the beings around them and began picking up a myriad of thoughts and impressions. To this point he had shut himself off for the most part from them and was now regretting that decision, he should have picked up on this some time ago. If they ran true to form from what he had seen he was about to be challenged for his territorial rights. As the males came closer he could smell the heavy scent of alcohol moving with them and he smiled, this would make things much easier. Alesia stood behind Riven, and frowned at them. She took his hand, which would allow him access to her telepathic abilities if needed. "Hey!!" One of the guys shouted as Alesia sank into a curtsey. She bristled and stayed firmly behind Riven. "We want to play with her." Alesia sighed as she saw that they were gathering a crowd. The crowd cat-called her , and someone grabbed her, holding a knife to her throat. As she prepared to get herself out of this situation, a richly dressed gentleman with long white hair and beautiful white wings walked up to them. "What is this?" He asked, and waved his hand at the guy holding her, who passed out. "I think we should talk." He said, eyeing Alesia, not hiding his thoughts at all. "I have a proposition for you. You are a stranger, and I am the Master of this town, Prince Hanaldine, and I wish to buy her." Riven folded his arms as he turned toward this new addition to the scene, together he and Ms. Trenor could have handled the situation but that would have meant exposing themselves to some degree and he was not ungrateful for the being's intervention however he was also not about to give in to yet another proposition. Since he was a being of some importance Riven first bowed respectfully before speaking. "Prince Hanaldine I thank you for your assistance however I must tell you my courtesan pleases me and I do not intend on selling her contract rights. If there is anything else I can do in repayment of your kindness please speak it but this is the one thing I must insist on. I have already had one offer for my beautiful companion and turned him down as I must you." As he was speaking Riven was reading the thoughts of the other creatures around them, their emotions ran from fear to respect to near outright worship, whoever and whatever this being was he had the crowd completely cowed. Riven used a subtle trick he had learned by insinuating his thoughts through the mind of another who had no mental control or abilities nearby to gauge the mental power of this creature and was astonished at what he found though he kept it off his face. The Prince stood there for a moment. "I am unaccustomed to being refused, Mr. Mias." The Prince spoke. "Ms. Trenor certainly pleases me. She is obviously high class." The Prince spoke walking around her. "And quite well trained." ::Riven he's strong!:: Alesia sent in fear as the Prince broke into her thoughts, causing her to scream in pain and clutch her head. Riven immediately lashed out in reflex though he knew he alone couldn't overpower the creature, focusing his thoughts rather than in a blanket attack to strike hopefully at the being's weak spot. Riven knew his only chance was to divert the creature's attention from Alesia long enough for her to channel her abilities to him, from that point he believed they would have a fighting chance. His attack caught the Raellean by surprise but not enough to overwhelm him though it did cause him to withdraw his attack on Ms. Trenor. Riven took a step back as the Raellean brought it's full attention on him. Riven was slowly being overwhelmed by the power of it's mind as he felt the young woman begin to strengthen and move behind him. ~ The power of this being's mind! ~ Riven thought. ~ It's not possible. ~ :: Alesia I need your help and I need it now. :: He thought at her before the world began to close in on him. Alesia dived at the Prince, knocking him over and pinning him down into the dirt. She punched him as she tried to focus through the power of his thoughts. She reached out to Riven, who was reputed to be one of the strongest telepaths. ::RIVEN!:: Alesia cried as the assault stopped and two angelic beings walked up to them. ::Be at peace.:: They spoke to the two and Alesia felt herself relaxing. ::Come with us. We know who you are, beings from another place. You are like those that came before but not:: Riven felt her mind begin to strengthen his against the assault then heard her mental shout as the attack ceased and he felt a peace well up in him renewing his strength and focus. He looked up to see the two unusual beings standing before him. He turned to check on Ms. Trenor and saw that except for getting her clothing a little mussed in her attack on the Raellean she was unharmed which caused him to relax even more, it had become his responsibility to watch over the young lady and he realized he had become extremely protective. ::Thank you for your help, I am Riven Mias and my companion is Alesia Trenor however we are constrained by our laws from telling you more than that. Where are you wanting to take us and why?:: Alesia looked at him out of the corner of her eye, focusing on the beings in front of her. The crowd had thinned, those that were still here, bowing in deference to the beings. ::We know your laws, bright one, healer of minds. We know why you have come.:: Alesia realized that it felt like their voices were echoing in her head, a chorus. ::We wish to take you someplace safe, healer of minds. Your companions will be safe. Trust us. We bear no malice towards you.:: Alesia looked at Riven helplessly. Riven considered their proposition only for an instant then looked at Alesia. ::They know far too much about us as it is while we know very little about them. As far as the Prime Directive is concerned it appears as though our being here has already destroyed what hope we had of being unnoticed.:: He then turned to the Raelleans. :: Very well we will go with you. I will enjoy speaking with you about your culture and history, first though I have to contact my Captain and let her know our situation.:: As the Raelleans nodded their acceptance Riven spoke where the implants would pick up his voice. "Captain Winters this is Riven, our attempts to be unobtrusive here have failed and the Raelleans know of our purpose for being here." Vanyssa tried very hard not to curse. First her new engineer made the ship collapse around her, then her team on the colony ship was part of some kind of temporal distortion, and now her team, who was under orders not to reveal themselves had. "Riven..." She said in warning. "It is their telepathic nature Captain, they took the information from our minds without our knowledge. They have offered to take us to another place and I will report to you all I learn." "Be careful." Vanyssa said, the Captain side taking over again. "Find out what you can, and don't reveal anything that you don't have to." "Acknowledged Captain, Riven out." Riven then looked at Alesia Trenor and gave her what was meant to be a comforting smile but for the sharpened teeth and held out his arm for the Marine to take. "Shall we go Ms. Trenor?" Alesia looked at him strangely, then brushed the grass and dirt from her skirts. "Yes, Dr. Mias." She said, taking his arm. The beings looked on in what could only be termed benevolence. ::We find it interesting that you chose to come here as a Courtesan. And you, her Master. Women are very precious here... For all that our men are infertile, and our women terribly fertile, there are very few born.:: The one being said, differentiated by the other only by her slightly more golden hair. The other, with the almost white golden hair said ::We doubt you understand what it means. She is worth five times her weight in precious metals and jewels for her fertility, her beauty and her empathy. That was why so many were after her. The purpose of one such as her is to ensure that those men who are particularly infertile are.... capable of continuing the race. Children are prized here, for there are few, even with our intermingling with those who came from the stars.:: As they began to walk with the Raelleans back toward one of the central pyramids Riven considered how to best explain their situation. :: That was rather a gaffe on our part. We came down hurriedly without a thorough knowledge of the local history and customs. The role of "Master" fell to me by default because of my position when the first gentleman tried to purchase Ms. Trenor's services. Were the circumstances different and our mission less urgent we would have taken the time to make better arrangements before trying to blend in with the locals.:: He noticed that the wrestling matches had started as they passed by the venue but couldn't see the young Tactical/Security officer because of the crowd. Everywhere these beings walked the crowds parted like a wave and the local folk were left bowing and paying homage in their wake. ::From what you say I assume you are pure descendents of the original inhabitants of this planet and telepathically powerful, since you say you know why we are here then you likely know the danger that is even now hovering over your planet. Am I correct in assuming this?:: The golden being spoke ::We know that there is a monster that lives upon that ship, that killed many of the original star-people. We barely saved half of them.... The monster causes our planet to remain hidden. Is this what you speak of?:: ::It isn't.:: The silver one replied. ::The healer of minds shows that the ship with the monster will come to the planet and destroy everything.:: Both of the beings stopped and turned to Riven and Alesia. ::We can not move the ship, there are too few of us left.:: ::And healer of minds, you are wrong. We are the original people. We are not the children of them. Both Lilia and I participated in the bringing of the star-people to the planet before the monster consumed them all.:: Alesia looked between the two women. ::We are not women like you are, young Courtesan. We are...different. We are neither and both.:: The golden haired one finished. As Alesia wondered what to call her, the thought came unbidden into her mind. Cecillia, daughter of the sun and Lilia's mate. Riven's eyes widened at the age of the beings but he said nothing, after all there are several long lived races known by the Federation but the thought of a monster... In some ways these beings were highly advanced but in some ways they were like children ~ No innocents ~ he corrected himself in their way of thinking. :: What do you mean by a monster? Was it a disease or some type of parasite carried by the colonists that was killing them? Help me to understand what you mean. We have some men even now that are working to move the ship away from your planet, I am sure it will be taken care of and you will be safe.:: ::They brought diseases with them, the original star people, Master Riven. Those are what killed most of us. But no, the monster...it was like us, but not like us.:: Cecillia said, looking somewhat scared. Lilia chimed in, ::It has our abilities, but it is not a people. It is .. a thing.... It kills by aging and fear, and it eats souls.:: ::We trapped it in the ship, with no food. We hope it is dead now. It is evil. And not many things are, healer of minds.:: Riven stopped dead in his tracks near the wall of the first pyramid and said. "Captain Winters we may have a problem. I am talking to two of the inhabitants of the planet when the colonists arrived. They transported the colonists off and trapped some sort of creature onboard. They say it has very potent abilities and hope that it is dead but they don't know. The repair team may be in danger!" Vanyssa froze on the bridge. Riven and Alesia heard the Captain talking with Herk. "The away team reports no danger, Dr. Mias. Do you have any specifics on this creature?" "Cecillia and Lilia say that it's a monster, Captain. The image that they have in their minds is of a non-corporeal being that eats souls, Captain. I don't know if that is what they mean, or just that the thing causes death." ::We mean, little Courtesan, that the thing eats souls. As in they do not reincarnate.:: Riven raised an eyebrow, and Alesia tried not to cough. "Captain, Lilia says that the 'energy' that they call a soul does not go back into space, it's just...gone. She says that they don't reincarnate." Alesia finished. "Good work." Vanyssa said tersely. "We're still working on restoring power here. Give my thanks and warm wishes to the two you are working with." ::Healer of Minds.:: Lilia said to him alone. ::You are attracted to the Courtesan, yes ? :: Silvery laughter filled his mind. ::I am a maker of couples among my people. It is a fair enough question.:: Many others would have blushed at the question , even many young Betazoids might have been taken by surprise but Riven was unfazed; he turned to Alesia with an apologetic smile on his face then turned back to Cecillia and Lilia. ::Of course I'm attracted to the young woman, very few virile heterosexual men I know would not be and as your own people have amply demonstrated she is very beautiful. The choice for being a pair however should be left up to her with no outside help.:: Riven then laughed aloud. ::I am after all old enough to be her grandfather though I am very fit for my 60 years.:: This last Riven thought while throwing a wink at the young woman. ::My Captain has asked me to thank you on her behalf for all your help and the information you have provided, hopefully there will be nothing there but in case there is we are forewarned. Thank you Lilia and thank you Cecillia.:: he bowed to each of them in turn. "Captain do you have any further instructions?" "No." Vanyssa replied to them. "Mystique out." Vanyssa turned away to face the planet. ~Be safe, Riven.~ She thought, well within her shields. ~Oh, Ketal...~ She missed him a lot. Alesia, not privy to Lilia's first thought, blushed when she realized what had been asked. She eyed Riven in his current state, then thought about how he normally looked. He was much older than her. She thought about Peters on the other team. While they were close friends and sometimes lovers, they had never become partners. She blushed as they continued walking towards the pyramids, then behind them to a building enclosed in a dome. Alesia moved closer to Riven, and brushed his hand with her elaborately manicured nails. She looked at him in confusion for the way her emotions felt. She hadn't been at all attracted to him before, but now, after being on the planet amongst all the men that wanted to own her...she felt...strange. Riven had stood up for her, and taken care of her, which might have been because he was team leader. She felt so young, and very alone. ::I'm sorry Riven.:: She sent very closely and carefully along the bond that the skin to skin contact made. Somehow thoughts about the other two members of the team didn't enter into her thoughts. ::There is nothing to be sorry for Ms. Trenor, your confusion is quite understandable. The situation is highly irregular and besides you do not owe me anything, I was just being honest.:: Riven said while patting her hand soothingly. ::There is something about this place that is very conducive to amorous thoughts, perhaps it is related to the frenzied mind set of the inhabitants.:: (Reply: Any, none) (Posted by Charles and Melinda) (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais, plaza - Ensign Travis Keswick - 1600) The referee Stood in the middle of the ring raising his hands to get every ones attention. Ones the crowd quieted down He started the tournament. For those of you who may not know my name is Gorgon and I will be head referee for this tournament. "This tournament is broken into groups and you will wrestle based on your size and you will only have to wrestle once and if you win that match you win 500 DT ." Gorgon said reading from a peice of paper. " Then Gorgon seeped aside and the other referee where paring people up based on there size After all was said and done Travis was look into the eyes of the man he was to wrestle and that man was Zeus. Then Gorgon said "let the wrestling begin." Before Travis had a chance to movie Zeus had grabbed him By the shoulders and picked him up over his head. ~oh man what did I get my self into~ Travis thought to himself as Zeus threw him on the ground. Travis hit the ground on his side vary hard. As Travis was trying to get to his feet Zeus grabbed Travis in a bear hug and was flailing him around like he was a rag doll. as Zeus applied that bear hug tighter Travis could feel his rib cage cracking under Zeus's huge tree trunk like arms. Travis head butted Zeus in the head that made him let go of the bear hug. Travis sow that Zeus was rubbing his head after that blow Travis tried to capitalize on that by kicking Zeus in the lag and then Zeus fell on to one knee Travis then Grabbed Zeus around the neck in a sleeper hold trying to where him down Zeus stood up with Travis on his back Zeus the flexed his wings throwing Travis on the ground again This time Travis landed on his chest. Getting up to all fours and spiting blood out of his mouth. Travis rolled to his back as Zeus can charging after him and jumped on top him with his knees on Travis chest. Zeus was kneeling on his chest with all 40lbs so Travis could not breath. Travis was almost out cold when he sow small red spots on Zeus's neck and with one last ditch effort Travis punched Zeus in the neck as hard as he could. Zeus Stood up fast grabbing his neck and his face was turning red. Travis got back to his feet and was ready to fight tooth and nail with Zeus. But Zeus just fell on the ground face first. Travis stood in the ring as Gorgon declared that he was the winner. Gorgon gave Travis the 500DT then Travis slowly made his way threw the crowed to a bench next to one of the pyramid buildings and sat down. Travis was having a hard time breathing and was spiting more blood. "Well I have to say that was fun" He said to him self as as he sow Zeus walking towards him. Travis Got to his feet and put his hands up to protect him self. "No no my friend I'm not here to fight you I just wonted to sat that you where grate Zeus said holding his hand out. Travis shock his hand "Thank you, you where not so bad your self" "Lets go celebrate your victory there is this nice tavern a couple of blocks from here I'm buying Zeus added "Thank you my friend but my friends will be her soon". Travis said holding hid ribs. "Ok then when your friends get here maybe you will come to tavern. Zeus said patting Travis on the back "I will see My friend Travis said as Zeus turned and walked a way. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Stardate:2004.10.30 Stardate: 2406.10.23 (Conestoga Class Ship, OPS, Lt (jg) HHril, 1043) (Conestoga Class Ship - Ensign Jason Dema - 1048) (Conestoga Class Ship - Deck 3 - Chief Combat Engineer Roberts - 1048) (Conestoga Class Ship, Main Engineering, CEO, Lt (sg) Sarouk, 1050) (Conestoga Class Ship - Engineer's locker room - Ensign Jason Dema - 1050) (USS Fleet of Foot - Bridge; Ens. Tourana; 1050) (Conestoga Class Ship - Engineer's locker room - Ensign Jason Dema - 1054) (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais -Ensign Bill Jansen - 1455) (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais -Ensign Bill Jansen - 1510) (Raelleus VI - City of Matais; CE Sgt Andrew Peters & Nurse Kathrin Jones; 1528/1853) [Raelleus VI - City of Matais - CSO Ketal - 1529/1854] [Raelleus VI - City of Matais; FO Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia; 1600/1925] (USS Mystique,CO, CO Captain Vanyssa Winters, 1603) (USS Mystique,Bridge, ACEO Ens. Denton, 1607) (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais, Raellean dwelling - MO Alesia Trenor & Dr. Riven Mias- 1615) (Planet; Raelleus VI - City of Falais; Mayor Sha'un Maklon; 1615/1940) ****************************************************************************************************************** (Conestoga Class Ship, OPS, Lt (jg) HHril, 1043) "Permission to scout the ship for possible subspace generators, or anything else that looks out of place in this style ship?" requested the Marine CE. "Permission granted." replied HHril. "Report back with anything... unusual that you find." (reply Roberts) "Lieutenant!" came the voice of Ensign Dema. "I think you will find this interesting." he said, handing a book over to the Romulan. HHril took the book and blueprints flipped through the pages quickly as Lt Sarouk headed off to begin working. "Where did you find this, Ensign?" he asked as he quickly leafed through the pages of the blueprints he now held in his hand. They showed the vessel in its entirety. This was not the same data that was stored in the computers of the Mystique. What he now held in his hand was a copy of the blueprints of the very vessel they were standing in. HHril ran his eyes over each of the sheets quickly, getting a feel for exactly how the ship was laid out. Reaching the end of the booklet, he turned back to the cover. It was barely legible to say the least. But it was there. UESN Algonquin. The name of the ship was so faded that even his Romulan eyes had almost missed it. (reply Dema) "I want you to take one of your men and do a thorough search of that locker room. Leave nothing unturned... is that understood?" he replied as he looked up from the sheets of paper and into the young officers face. "And Ensign. Good work." (reply Dema) HHril watched as Dema selected one of his men and headed back to where he had found the documents. "Lt. HHril to Captain Winters." he said after having tapped the comm badge. (reply Winters.) "The ship we are aboard is the UESN Algonquin, Sir. Or at least, that is what the blueprints say." HHril rolled the blueprints up and held it under his arm as he turned his attention to the book. "Ensign Dema found the blueprints in what can only be described as the engineers locker area, along with a notebook." He quickly flipped through the pages as he continued to speak. "The notebook appears to be the engineering log for the ship, Sir. It may hold clues to our present situation." (reply Winters) "Understood, Sir. HHril out." He tapped the comm channel closed and continued to leaf through the pages of the log as he strode to where the engineering team had set up. His eyes were pulled from the book as lights flashed ahead of him. He saw in front of a display, Lt. Sarouk. "Fascinating." he heard the Vulcan say, as most Vulcans tend to. "Lt HHril," he said as the OPS man approached the CEO. "I believe I have discovered the cause of the temporal discontinuity." HHril lowered the book and positioned himself beside the much taller Vulcan, watching the stream of data run by on the screen. "What have you found?" he asked as he squinted his eyes, continuing to watch the data fly by. "These parameters are not consistent with the Conestoga class system configuration." replied the Vulcan, pointing to the screen. "Someone has greatly modified this ships warp drive system. The person had a good understanding of engineering principles but not the science behind them. I will need time to gather more evidence to determine if my hypothesis is correct, but it is highly possible that this ships own warp drive created the temporal bubble we now find ourselves in." "Interesting." said HHril as he continued to focus on the scrolling data. "I was aware that warp engines have the capabilities to produce some minor temporal distortions, but I have never heard or seen anything that remotely resembled this." (reply Sarouk) "Could a Terran from that period have made these modifications? Would they have known how to do this?" he asked of the much older and much more experienced Vulcan. (reply Sarouk) "I may hopefully have something here that could hold some of the explanations." He held out the notebook to the CEO. "Ensign Dema found this notebook along with these Blueprints in a storage locker in a room adjacent to this one. My initial analysis leads me to believe that this is the chief engineers log. Hopefully, there will be some pertinent information documented in here." (reply Sarouk) "Keep me informed." said the ch'Rihan as he stepped away from the console and the Vulcan in front of it. He laid the blueprints down on a workstation and looked them over. "Lt. HHril to Captain Winters" he said after only a moment. (reply Winters) "Lt. Sarouk has made a discovery. He believes that it is the ships own warp core that is creating the temporal bubble, and from what he has shown me, I cannot disagree. I am on my way to the bridge. I am going to try and access the ships primary systems and computer core. The information may help us shed some light on exactly what is going on here." (reply Winters) "HHril out." HHril 'procured' an engineering kit from one of the members of Sarouks team and headed in the direction of the bridge. "HHril to Roberts. I'm on my way to the bridge to see if I can get the computer systems on line. I would like you to head in that direction. From what I have seen in the engine room, I will need all of the help that I can get." (reply Roberts) (reply Roberts, Dema, Winters, Sarouk, any) (posted by Matthew Elias) (Conestoga Class Ship - Ensign Jason Dema - 1048) "Where did you find this, Ensign?" HHril asked while he was looking through the blueprints. "I've found them in a room full of lockers, I only searched a few of them yet, but I believe it's the engineer's room, as there were spare parts stored in another closet then this one" "I want you to take one of your men and do a thorough search of that locker room. Leave nothing unturned... is that understood?" "Yes Sir." "And Ensign. Good work." "Thank you Sir." Jason turned to the officer that joined him first. "You with me, let's search that room." Jason then left to search the room (Conestoga Class Ship - Deck 3 - Chief Combat Engineer Roberts - 1048) Roberts gripped his phaser tight for a second, then pushed through a door and fell to his knee. He sweeped left to right quickly; and then turned his head and looked in the corner of the room. Nothing. He stood up again with his phaser still pointed while his companion covered his back. They were both old hands at this kind of work, Blackops had a long running history of being in some of the darkest areas of space, Roberts had inherited it from a third-generation CCE after LoDona had stepped out of the Marines. The Combat Engineer stepped back, and without looking, gestured to the door across the hallway. Even though their communications were line-of-sight and highly encrypted, Roberts had learned early that nothing was totally secure, and they communicated by signal whenever they could. His partner slid next to the door and took a moment before kicking it and moving in the same patterns as Roberts himself had just finished. Before a second had passed, however, the Marine was flung hard against the metal corridor wall opposite the door. Roberts had about half a second to turn before he felt something bushwhack him, he fell to the floor face first. The CCE was anything but foolish though, and he had rolled over the second he hit. He only got a glimpse of their attacker however; it appeared to phase in-and-out of sight, all right before their eyes. The CCE grimaced as he pulled the trigger on his scatter-gun and filled the entire hallway with fifty bright-colored phaser shots. His outer-speakers picked up an inhuman scream, and then it was gone. Just, gone. =/=What the HELL was that?=\= The CE with him said, as she recovered herself from against the bulkhead. She had slammed into it hard-enough to dent the metal, luckily her BDU had taken most of the damage. The CCE Jumped to his feet and yanked the CE up and started running after the thing. "Not a d*mned clue, but its nasty. See how it started to disap;" He was interrupted a moment later, =^=HHril to Roberts. I'm on my way to the bridge to see if I can get the computer systems on line. I would like you to head in that direction. From what I have seen in the engine room, I will need all of the help that I can get.=^= The CCE cursed, "Negative, Negative, there is a bogey on this ship and we're moving after it, it nearly ripped our heads off." He paused, "All hands stand aware, an unknown creature is free, it seems to make itself invisible, possibly cross-dimensional." (reply: Any, all) (posted by Trout) (Conestoga Class Ship, Main Engineering, CEO, Lt (sg) Sarouk, 1050) Sarouk walked into the main engineering room behind HHril but in front of his engineering team. He ignored the emotional comments made by the OPS chief and got to work. He started issuing orders to his engineering team, putting them to work on various consoles and systems. He approached what passed for the master system console put down his tool-kit and got to work. Within seconds he had the console open, tool in hand re-attaching and replacing burnt out or damage circuitry with the replicated replacement parts they had brought with them. "Carter, get the portable power supply hooked up. The ships power distribution network appears to be intact," Sarouk said to one of his engineers looking from his tri-corder to the insides of the console he was working on. "Breman, Mendeze, and Sorvall, get to work on the structural field generators." A few minuets latter and the console Sarouk was working on came to life. It's various monitor screens coming to life, as diagnostics begun to run automatically. Sarouk studied the screens, his keen Vulcan mind easily interpreting the data displayed as it scrolled by faster than any human could hope to follow. "Fascinating," He said, simply, beginning to type in a series of commands. "Lt Hhril, I believe I have discovered the cause of the temporal discontinuity." (Reply Hhril) Sarouk waited for the Romulan to join him, then pointed to a series of numbers that were scrolling by on the screens in front of them. "These parameters are not consistent with the Conestoga class system configuration. Someone has greatly modified this ships warp drive system. The person had a good understanding of engineering principles but not the science behind them. I will need time to gather more evidence to determine if my hypothesis is correct, but it is highly possible that this ships own warp drive created the temporal bubble we now find ourselves in." (Reply HHril, Any in engineering) (Posted by Wes) (Conestoga Class Ship - Engineer's locker room - Ensign Jason Dema - 1050) Jason was in the engineer's room, searching for clues, when suddenly, he heard Roberts over the comms. =/\= All hands stand aware, an unknown creature is free, it seems to make itself invisible, possibly cross-dimensional.=/\= Jason looked at the officer with him. "Put your weapon on stand-by, and be ready to draw if needed, don't take any chances, heavy stun." "Roger Sir." And they continued searching. (reply any, none) (posted by Anthony Struelens) (USS Fleet of Foot - Bridge; Ens Tourana; 1050) Toourana was getting bored, she was sat in front of the console watching the scans as the data rolled on by. It was routine, but someone had to do it. She knew that if something went wrong, the best place for her to be was on the Fleet of Foot. She kept her eyes peeled while she listened to Katcha Latkin, an Angelian Opera star. Just as it was coming to the climax of the first movement Tourana spotted an anomaly on the screen. She sat up straight to see what it was, but it had gone. ~Strange~ She thought. She tapped some commands into the computer, but nothing happened. She could not find the anomaly anywhere. Just then it appeared again, it was large and not quite there. Immediately she scanned it, but before the scan was complete it was gone again. Then it appeared in another part of the ship. ~What?!!~ She tapped the comm link. "Lieutenant HHril, I'm picking up an anomaly on the ship. I can't localize it and it seems to be phasing in and out of normal space. Activating emergency transport protocol. Give me the signal and I'll have you all out in one go. Is there anything you wish me to do sir?" She asked, getting slightly nervous. (Reply Hhril) "Understood sir." And with that she moved the Fleet of Foot to the designated co-ordinates and scanned the Bridge section, continuously. Nothing. Still she persisted with the scans. Nothing. She was getting impatient and started simultaneous scans of the Bridge and Engineering sections. Nothing. She set the computer to scan every ten seconds and waited. Just as she was settling back down to listen to the crescendo which was occurring in the background the anomaly returned. This time in the Engineering section. "Lieutenant Hhril, the anomaly is approaching your location. It is over to the left of you. Sir....?" (Reply Hhril) Tourana was getting agitated, it was not the average away mission, that she was assured of. Nothing on the Mystique was 'average'. (Reply Hhril, any) (Posted by John on behalf of Patch) (Conestoga Class Ship - Engineer's locker room - Ensign Jason Dema - 1054) Jason arrived with the officer at the room and opened locker by locker. mostly there were spare parts, tools, clothes, everything an engineer needed in the past. Jason searched a desk that was standing in the far corner of the room, with an old computer standing on it. He first checked the drawers. there were pen's, notebooks, permanent markers, and another book. He tried to read the cover, but it was too unclear, the only letters he could read were "...sona...og...". He put the book aside and tried to give the computer a go. He first checked if there was power to operate it, or if it was even plugged in. He noticed that the computer had it's own power supply, probably for moments when there was a power-failure. He scanned the device, it seemed in working order, so he decided to start the computer. Success, the computer was booting and the logo of wintosh. As soon as the main page came up, the computer asked for a password. "Damn." Jason said "What's wrong?" "We need the password to continue." "Hmmm, good luck." =/\= Ensign Dema to Lt. HHril, We need someone that can hack old... make that very old computers =/\= (reply HHril) =/\= Understood Sir, I'll search these clothes here for clues, if there are any, Dema out =/\= Jason stood up and looked further, and when he turned around, he noticed a switch that was now visible cause of the light coming from the screen, but activating it was of no use, since the wiring was totally messed up. Suddenly he heard a tempting female giggle. It seemed to come from the computer, it was an erotic screensaver that had started. ~No wonder their ships used to malfunction~, Jason thought. He ignored it and searched the clothes for clues of the password. (reply HHril, any) (posted by Anthony Struelens) (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais -Ensign Bill Jansen - 1455) The game seemed pretty simple, in its essence. It was three dice in a cup. Basically you rolled the cup upside down and calculate the total. However, the betting occurs as you try to convince people whether your total is higher than the previous roll. If you are are caught at lie you lose. If some accuses you of lying and your not, you win. The real money is made on the side bets. Jansen watched the cup of dice pass around the table. The "dealer" got the first roll, and everyone had to base their predictions from his roll. His was pretty low, so the first few players were pretty safe. As the cup came around, the nagging feeling in the back of Jansen's head began to grow. It was becoming quite distracting. It was like ants were crawling through his hair. And the constant sound of whispering inside his head. He was beginning to think he was going crazy. Suddenly the cup appeared in front of him. He hadn't been paying attention and had no idea what the last roll had shown. But since everyone still had their money he had to assume that the last roll was still in play. Jansen picked up the cup and slammed it on the table. He could feel the dice hit the table and the cup, and then settle on the table. Now he had to guess if he was going to make it, or pass and lose his money. He shook his head, trying to clear the cobwebs. He was not very successful. Suddenly a vision appeared in his head of the three dice, all showing 20. He rubbed his forehead with the palms of his hands. Slowly he reached out and moved his bet to the appropriate circle, stating that nobody will get a higher roll than he has. There was a gasp from the crowd. They couldn't believe what they had just seen, and Jansen had no idea why. He was just going with his feelings on this one. There was a flurry of betting as people wanted to bet against him. The host looked at Jansen with a wry smile and indicate to the cup. When Jansen picked it up, there were the three dice, all showing 20. The crowd gasped even louder. "I've never seen that before," a voice came from the crowd. The host gathered up all the coins and put them in a pile in front of Jansen. Jansen smiled big, leaned in and scooped the coins towards him. A big hand grabbed at Jansens arm. The hand was connected to a big, hairy arm, which was connected to a big hairy body. "Grondo never seen that before either," the hairy man said. "Well," Jansen tried to be meek and strong at the same time, "now you have. Beginners luck I guess." The hand began to tighten, which was starting to hurt. Jansen looked Grondo in the eyes and said, "And just what are you accusing me of." Another creature, who was actually bigger, and scarier came behind Grondo and put a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Grondo always says people cheat when he loses so big, don't you Grondo." Grondo just grunted and released Jansen's arm. "It's not so often that we see someone so lucky." the scary man continued. Jansen shrugged his shoulders and looked back at the table as the cup began to pass around again. "I've never been this lucky before," Jansen said and tried to ignore Grondo. (reply none) (posted by Al Muir) (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais -Ensign Bill Jansen - 1510) The had been very lucky for Jansen. For some reason he hadn't missed a bet yet. As each person turned over the cup , it was as if Jansen knew what was under it. The excitement around the table was growing, as was the grumbling of the losers. The other thing that was growing was the buzzing in Jansen's head. He continued to rub at his forehead and try to shake out the cobwebs. But that only seemed to make matters worse. But what was really driving him crazy were the whispers. It was like there was a crowd around him and they were all whispering in his ear. but when ever he turned around there was never anybody close enough, let alone a group, to whisper so much. It was all getting quite confusing. So confusing, in fact, that by the time the cup came back around to him he couldn't quite focus very well. Someone had to nudge him to get his attention. Absent mindedly, he reached out and shook the cup. He turned it upside and without even looking placed his bet. There was a gasp from the crowd as he suddenly realized he placed the same bet as last time. He could sense the growing anger of the crowd around him. He "heard" the word cheat, but couldn't place where it came from. If he didn't know any better he would have said it came from inside his head. The creature next to him knocked over the cup with a slap to show that he once again had all three dice showing 20. Jansen hadn't noticed though. The buzzing in his head had grown to a searing pain, like a hot needle being pushed through his brain. He rubbed at his eyes trying get focused and ignore the pain, but it was to great. The hairy native beside him reached for Jansen saying something that sounded vaguely threatening. Jansen really didn't hear it. He wasn't feeling to well, and he stood and stepped away from the table. There was another clamor as the people around the table assumed he was trying to run away. Which is technically what he was doing, just not for the reason they thought. Suddenly Jansen felt another set of hands actually grab him and pull him aside. Jansen figured that whatever was going on, he was in big trouble now. (reply Keswick) (posted by Al Muir) [Raelleus VI - City of Matais; CE Sgt Andrew Peters & Nurse Kathrin Jones; 1528/1853] The room was dark, but Andrew was used to talking and strategizing in dark conditions. He listened as Ensign Ketal spoke. "I mean no offense Ms. Jones, the presence of a female among us is bringing unfortunate attention on us. I have been watching the interactions in the marketplace and the few females there are closely watched and jealously protected by their male consorts. The males here are very territorial and aggressive toward any females found." Andrew looked at his charge, she was shaking a little, but otherwise seemed okay. "I'm fine Mr Ketal, just a little shocked is all. But thanks." She looked into Andrew's eyes, and he saw a hint of lust behind the bright blue eyes. He was distracted by Ketals voice. "Commander Belinia is in the marketplace buying food. I see your bag is well laden. You have found some information that will be of help?" "I think so, we found several documents on the history of the planet, as well as numerous books. It seems that we are in the middle of a very complex civilization. Look.." He said as he withdrew the several books and documents he had accumulated. Ketal took them and wandered over to where the light was strongest. [Reply Ketal, be creative!!!] "I thought so too, sir. I think we better find the FO, we don't know too much about these people, besides what we have observed. I think he needs to be informed of what we are potentially dealing with." [Reply Ketal] As Ketal replied Andrew wandered around the shop. It seemed to be a curio shop, with numerous antiques and strange objects. There were books lying out on a table. He browsed through the selection. There were books on music, culture, politics and fiction. Then he came to the section that was beginning to be a theme in this city - history. This time though it was different, it was about a war. There had been several things he had seen in the office which had hinted at a 'Time of Strife' as one document had put it. "Sir, I think these would be interesting too." [Reply Ketal] "Aye, sir." With that Peters picked up the two volume history of Raelleus IV entitled 'Our history, from start to near miss. By Prof. C'nrad Fatiki DIRH', and shoved it into his bag. Just then the young Ensign from outside came in, immediately followed by a very laden FO. [Reply Ketal, Raynar, Peter] [Posted by John Gibson] [Raelleus VI - City of Matais - CSO Ketal - 1529/1854] Ketal listened and watched closely as the marine hefted the bag of documents they had found. "I think so, we found several documents on the history of the planet, as well as numerous books. It seems that we are in the middle of a very complex civilization. Look.." He said as he withdrew the several books and documents he had accumulated. Ketal took them and wandered over to where the light was strongest. Ketal began leafing through the first book he had picked from the stack which was about the historical significance of the "Flying Box of the Forefathers". The book had a lot of detailed information though it was obviously handed down and had become somewhat exaggerated over time. The reference to the "Engines of the gods" he found to be especially distorted. Through the index he found a timeline of the journey of the vessel to this planet and reference to an anomaly that had sent them far off their course and diverted them to this planet, considering what they knew of this Conestoga class vessel and its origins it appeared that this reference was very close to actuality and might very well be based on fact. Ketal stopped to find and light a candle before looking at the next book, his Vulcan eyesight was especially suited for survival on a planet with a binary star system with harsh light and he had never gotten down the knack of seeing clearly in dim conditions such as this and the light coming through the window was causing eyestrain that he did not want to continue. He set the candle and books on a glass case in the far corner of the room so that he could have an easier time viewing them. This book and the others he looked through seemed to blend what they knew of history with a large dose of religious beliefs which could be much farther reaching in its ramifications considering that religious fervor is an extremely difficult subject to deal with at even the best of times. Ketal also noticed that in one book reference was made to the decreasing native population though they were said to be long-lived. Ketal looked at Peters and said. "Mr. Peters the information I have gleaned so far is but surface material but from what I have seen in these manuscripts it is certain that we may have a potentially explosive situation on our hands. The religious significance of the vessel to the inhabitants can not be underestimated, removing the vessel from orbit would almost certainly have tremendous ramifications among the indigenous population." "I thought so too, sir. I think we better find the FO, we don't know too much about these people, besides what we have observed. I think he needs to be informed of what we are potentially dealing with." Peters replied "Agreed Mr. Peters," Ketal said as he looked at the next manuscript. "I should think he would return very shortly after which we will need to find a more permanent place to base our activities while we are here."Ketal noticed the Marine begin looking about this shop as he continued perusing the documents. A few minutes later he heard the fellow speak up. "Sir, I think these would be interesting too." Ketal looked up and waved the young man over then took the book he had brought and began looking through it, it was a volume entitled "A 'Time of Strife". Ketal was not thrilled with what he found inside. "Mr. Peters if you find anymore volumes of interest please do not hesitate to put them away, these documents are very valuable to our researches." "Aye, sir." With that Peters picked up the two volume history of Raelleus IV entitled 'Our history, from start to near miss. By Prof. C'nrad Fatiki DIRH', and shoved it into his bag. As he was putting it away the door opened and the FO entered by Counselor Raynar. The commander was far heavier laden with packages then Ketal had expected, it appeared he was quite a discriminating shopper. "So, did you have any luck." Peter asked Peters. Ketal quirked an eyebrow at the question. "Sir what you call luck is random chance meeting preparation and has no other significance than to explain the random nature of probability in a situation that can not be influenced by the being involved in a metaphysical way. Consequently there is no such thing as good or bad luck and therefore the question would make more logical sense if framed did you find anything of importance to which the answer is undisputedly yes. The natives are highly aware of the colony ship and attach great historical and religious significance to it. To remove the ship from orbit would have disastrous consequences on this civilization. I have also seen historical documentation to back up the data accumulated so far in that this is a very aggressive species, these documents I have in my hand are very revealing as to their nature." "Good, lets see them then." The FO said as he approached the table. He glanced at the material that the CE had 'acquired'. "I think the first thing we need to do is get back to the shuttle, I suggest that we beam them from here and collect them later when we get back, it means we can continue our mission and still retrieve the data. What are your suggestions?" "I find that to be a very logical choice commander." Ketal said. "Also it had slipped my mind that Dr Mias and the Ambassador had entered the information needed to replicate local currency, we can do so while we are at the shuttle and save ourselves the trouble of running down more adolescent thieves." (Reply: Commander Belinia, Any) (Posted by Charles) [Raelleus VI - City of Matais; FO Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia; 1600/1925] Peter stepped into the shop carrying his goods which he had purchased. He had managed to buy more than he had expected, including a recipe book. He plonked the bags down and looked at Ketal who was standing next to Peters and then Jones, who was still sitting down. "So, did you have any luck." Peter asked Peters. [Reply Peters or Ketal] "Good, lets see them then." He said as he approached the table. He glanced at the amount of material that the CE had acquired. "I think the first thing we need to do is get back to the shuttle, I suggest that we beam them from here and collect them later when we get back, it means we can continue our mission and still retrieve the data. What are your suggestions?" [Reply ALL] [Posted by John Gibson] (USS Mystique,CO, CO Captain Vanyssa Winters, 1603) =^=Lt. HHril to Captain Winters. =^= "Winters here, Mr. Hhril." She said, listening to the discussion. =^=The ship we are aboard is the UESN Algonquin, Sir. Or at least, that is what the blueprints say." HHril rolled the blueprints up and held it under his arm as he turned his attention to the book. "Ensign Dema found the blueprints in what can only be described as the engineers locker area, along with a notebook." He quickly flipped through the pages as he continued to speak. "The notebook appears to be the engineering log for the ship, Sir. It may hold clues to our present situation. =^= "We will pull up what data we can here." Vanyssa stated, turning towards the Engineering Station. Power was finally back, and Mr. Denton had cleaned himself up and was sitting at the Engineer's station. "Mr. Denton, please access the data banks and find what technical data you can to access those computers." She turned towards Herk who was doubling as OPS while Hhril was away. "Mr. Herk, see what you can pull up about that ship's manifest and flight path." Vanyssa sat back down. It seemed that being the Captain was like being a director. You orchestrated everything, then sat back and waited for the music to happen. While both Herk and Denton were working she got another call from Hhril =^= Lt. HHril to Captain Winters =^= "Yes, Lt?" She asked. "We're still working on getting that information for you." =^=Lt. Sarouk has made a discovery. He believes that it is the ships own warp core that is creating the temporal bubble, and from what he has shown me, I cannot disagree. I am on my way to the bridge. I am going to try and access the ships primary systems and computer core. The information may help us shed some light on exactly what is going on here.=^= "Be very careful, Mr. Hhril. Dr. Mias says that there is that 'monster' aboard, but can't give us any more information. Take security with you when traveling the ship." Vanyssa ordered. Vanyssa leaned her head on her hands and sighed. She didn't like the way these away missions were going, especially since they weren't following any book that she had ever read. (reply Hhril, iyw, Herk and Denton) (posted by melinda :-) (USS Mystique,Bridge, ACEO Ens Denton, 1607) =^=Lt. HHril to Captain Winters. =^= "Winters here, Mr. Hhril." She said, listening to the discussion. =^=The ship we are aboard is the UESN Algonquin, Sir. Or at least, that is what the blueprints say." HHril rolled the blueprints up and held it under his arm as he turned his attention to the book. "Ensign Dema found the blueprints in what can only be described as the engineers locker area, along with a notebook." He quickly flipped through the pages as he continued to speak. "The notebook appears to be the engineering log for the ship, Sir. It may hold clues to our present situation. =^= "We will pull up what data we can here." Vanyssa stated, turning towards the Engineering Station. Power was finally back, and Mr. Denton had cleaned himself up and was sitting at the Engineer's station. "Mr. Denton, please access the data banks and find what technical data you can to access those computers." She turned towards Herk who was doubling as OPS while Hhril was away. "Mr. Herk, see what you can pull up about that ship's manifest and flight path." James accessed the ships databanks and ran a search for all information on the ship the UESN Algonquin. First he had to make sure he found the right ship, many matches came up. He tried through many then he found one that matched perfectly. He read all the information he could. There was a detailed crew roster, date of launch; 2079. ~ 2079!? That's just 16 years after the Phoenix was launched. This is very early space travel. James started reading the engineering specs. It was warp capable but had a very primitive warp drive. He was no reading up on the power relays on the ship seeing if he could find a way to bring power to the ship. He read that there was a terminal in one of the lower decks that connected all the power relays. He continued his research until he found a way to activate the terminal. "Captain, I think I found a way to bring power back to the colony ship." (reply Winters) " There's a computer terminal on deck 5. It's connected to all the power relays on the ship. They should be able to activate them from there. I can give them a step by step walk through once they get there" (reply Winters) (posted by Justin) Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais, Raellean dwelling - MO Alesia Trenor & Dr. Riven Mias- 1615) The door of the dome was of the same reddish metal as those on the pyramids and Riven could see elaborate designs etched into it as they walked up. The one called Lilia gave it only the gentlest of pushes to open it though the door looked to have great weight and thickness. Inside it was well lit and airy and he could hear the sound of beautiful music in the form of woodwinds with the soft and gentle tones of a dulcimer. The air was sweet and refreshing and it invigorated him which was something he needed little of at the moment with the young woman walking on his arm, once again it appeared that the atmosphere of this planet was working its almost magical qualities upon him, attuning his mental senses he found what appeared to be a sending that was highly sensual in nature that was emanating from within the very dome they had entered and they were getting very close to its source. It appeared they were being led toward a thick stand of trees within the dome that had several shrines set up around it on the side they were approaching from. Riven wondered briefly how the dome was so well lit since he couldn't see any visible light sources and how they managed to keep the trees alive and so well maintained inside. Sitting in the center of the dome was an old woman, in fact, the oldest person that they had seen since arriving on the planet. She was obviously fully Raellean, but her wings were drooped behind her, broken, and many of her bones appeared to have been broken and not healed properly. She was playing a harp, which was amazing since her hands were obviously stiff with arthritis. She looked up at the two Betazoids, and Alesia could not help gasping at the cut that ran diagonally across her face. It was an old wound, but it left one eye useless and dead, and the other a brilliance of colors. It was obvious that she had been a great beauty in her time, but something horrible had happened to her. She indicated for the newcomers to sit upon the cushions provided. ::Be made welcome, people from the stars.:: She gave them a piercing look, which was uncanny, and Alesia felt someone sifting through her memories, observing them, and not being obtrusive. Suddenly there was a sharp pain in her head and she passed out. ::She is a bringer of war. Bringers of war die.:: The harsh voice declared. Riven felt the attack on Alesia and jumped to his feet between them even as he reached out to block the Raellean's mental thrust and managed to blunt it somewhat. He was surprised to find as he reached out to envelope and shield her mind that he was stronger now than he had been earlier though he wouldn't be able to protect her for long. ~ Maybe my abilities here are getting stronger with use ~ Speaking audibly to hopefully distract the Raellean and also so that he could be overheard he said. "Stop your attack immediately ancient one! Ms. Trenor and others like her were sent down to protect the away teams and did not come here to hurt or kill unless attacked first. She is under my authority and my protection and if you wish to kill her you will have to deal with me also. Do not make me attack you!" The old Raellean was surprised at the vehemence in his voice and his unexpected intervention but she did not back off immediately. ::We do not allow bringers of violence among us Bright One, she must be dealt with!:: Riven shook his head strongly. "For a people who so abhor violence you move quickly to strike at one who has done you no harm and means none, one particular person among my compatriots would say that this is highly "illogical". Please cease or I will have to strike you, I am sure that you and the others could easily overpower me but then you would also have to deal with my Captain and my ship. Think and act wisely Ancient One." The Ancient One backed off. ::We apologize for the damage done to you and yours. We do not understand how those who commit war can be termed good. What is this Doenitz that the young courtesan so despises? :: Riven turned and knelt by the unconscious girl and placed both his hands on her head as he scanned her mind, fortunately he found nothing that would cause lasting damage, she had just been overwhelmed by the sudden attack. He did however ease her into a more normal sleep so that she would feel strong rather than weakened when she awoke. Having taken care of her he then turned back to the Raellean, after thinking for an instant for the phrasing he would need he thought to her. ::Doenitz is now leading the warriors of the government that represents all of the Federation's variety of peoples and races and he is manipulating that government to his own evil ends.:: Riven showed her a picture in his mind of the atrocities that could be traced back to the Admiral and also how the Federation under Doenitz was now lashing out at the various peoples and driving a wedge between them. ::The Federation under Doenitz will be brutal and nothing like the great government under which those such as Ms. Trenor and myself have served, that is why myself and these others are here in this sector exploring worlds. We have broken away from the Federation under this madman and are seeking ways to resist him so that the Federation can be returned to its true nature and course.:: He could feel the Ancient One's thoughts. ::This is true.:: She fell silent for a moment. ::We lost all of our technology in the time of Chaos and Confusion, healer of minds. I do not know of how much help we will be to you.:: The Ancient One looked down at her gnarled hands. ::I wish to speak with your Captain. She is a reader of minds, like you. She will come here.:: Riven nodded carefully and said, ::I assume then you are a leader among your people?::The Old Raellean nodded and showed in his mind how the oldest and wisest didn't truly govern in the manner that he was used to but actually spoke for their people, a wonderful ideal and fact in Riven's eyes; he assumed it had to do with a telepathic link that connected the Raellean's. ::Very well I will notify the Captain of your wishes.:: "Captain this is Riven again, I am speaking with a very old Raellean who is a representative of her people, she is actually considered to speak for them and wishes for you to come here and meet with her." Riven noticed that Alesia was stirring and bent to check on her, she opened her eyes as he sat down beside her. "Master?" She asked, looking up at him confused. Vanyssa, on the other hand, who was listening to all of this, was frowning. "Riven, I can't come there right now. We are in the middle of a power disaster on this ship at the moment. Please convey my regrets to the great one, and tell her that I will pay a state visit as soon as I can. Whenever that might be." ::She is confused, Healer of Minds.:: The ancient one spoke. ::I can fix it, if you will let me. The bright one has picked up enough from our minds to truly think that she is one of the courtesans.:: The Ancient One gestured and Riven got a mindful of the memories that were accidentally implanted into Alesia. Riven frowned as he answered the Captain. "I understand Captain. Riven out." He then considered the old one's words as he was keeping his anger at bay because he remembered feeling confusion from her earlier, it appeared her sensitivity to what was happening around her coupled with the mental trauma she had suffered twice in a short time had imprinted itself on her conscious mind. Riven was unhappy with the unwarranted attacks on her as well as his inability to protect someone in his care from harm, she was well able to keep herself from physical harm by her training but on a world of telepaths they had all been unprepared. It would have been easy to say no to the Raellean's offer but as his work with Vanyssa had demonstrated implanted memories were difficult to root out and he wanted to watch her work plus this would give her the opportunity to show her good intentions after her attack on Alesia earlier. Riven thought to her. ::Very well but I want to watch the work you do, it might help me in the future in my endeavors.:: He concentrated as the Raellean began to sift through the girl's memories and manipulate them, the care and intricate detail was fascinating and he soaked up every detail that his mental impressions were giving to him. When the Ancient One was finished, she looked up at Riven. ::Are you sure that you do not wish to keep her?:: When Riven shook his head, the Ancient One just smiled. ::She desires you greatly. And the desire is her own, not one of my doing.:: Riven cocked an eyebrow at the revelation but said nothing, if he was an object of the young lady's desire he would not object but it was important to him that there be no coercion and the Ancient One had assured him there was not. The more he considered it the more he found these Raelleans to be quite like Betazoids in some ways with mental talents and a lack of shyness when it came to sexuality which few cultures shared. He nodded at the Raellean and thought. ::Thank you for your aid in this matter, I also learned much from "watching" you. He then reached down and touched her cheek gently before he rose to his feet. :: The Captain will meet with you as soon as she is able, there are some... difficulties at the moment that are being taken care of.:: He watched the sleeping girl for a moment then remembering the ones they had left outside he said. "Ensigns Jansen and Keswick this is Dr. Mias. We are currently guests of the Raelleans in a dome that is centered in the area of the Pyramids. Do you have anything to report?" (reply Keswick and Jansen) (posted by melinda and Charles) (Planet; Raelleus VI - City of Falais; Mayor Sha'un Maklon; 1615/1940) The office was large, very large. The double doors were twice the size of normal doors and made from Kachpet wood, highly polished with Antique Gadstone locks, handles and hinges. They were flanked by two huge bookcases, also made from Kachpet. These were filled with old books, mainly on law and politics but there were some historical tomes as well. Flanking this wall were two very long walls. On the left were windows, fifteen double windows. They were sumptuously dressed in Fakir silk curtains, and Gold fixtures. They looked almost Etruscan. On the opposite wall there were numerous paintings, all of former Mayor's. Twenty nine in all, all framed in solid Janite. The walls were painted a Forrest Green, and the plush carpet was the same. In the centre of the room was a rug with the Seal of the Mayor embroidered on it. Around this rug were two sofa's and three chairs, luxuriously upholstered in the finest fabrics. There was a small table in the centre of this arrangement, it held a large Lydite Crystal fruit bowl and vase. The flowers were from the region of Shandas, renowned for it's quality Oplia's, which were the blooms the vase was sporting. They perfumed the air with a majestic scent, heavenly by all standards. To the rear of the office was a large desk, the size of four, squared, it was solid Fantip wood, waxed to a high sheen. It contained a collection of frames, a cigar box and numerous stationary. Behind this mountainous desk was a large chair, covered in Bart leather, again it was in green. To the right of the chair were several ropes, one red, one green and one blue. Against the wall, behind this desk, stood a small dresser. On it were several collector pieces of Lydite Crystal intermixed with official looking ornaments. Amongst which was a strange Scepter looking object. Made of solid Janite. The Mayor was sat in the large leather chair, reading a document which had been passed to him from the Police Intelligence Department. It read: 'It has come to our attention that there are several newcomers to this city who have been acting rather suspicious. After asking the Gate Custodians, it appears the have arrived in the City unseen. Impossible as that may sound, nobody can recall seeing them enter through either of the four Gates. It is suggested that these newcomers be placed under immediate surveillance.' The Mayor was intrigued. It was good to be Mayor, he owned the city, and was above suspicion. He pulled on the Blue rope once and then the red rope twice. The doors swung open as a feeble looking woman shuffled into the office. "I'll have a Tashan Rataa, warm and sweet please. That is all." He bellowed. "Certainly." Came the high pitched whine which seemed to pass for a voice. With that the secretary turned and was about to close the doors when five large men walked into the office. They waved her off and one of them closed the doors himself. All five walked up to the desk and waited. Sha'un tossed the file over to the edge of the desk and the obvious leader of the five men stepped forward to read it. "I want them apprehended, by any means. It seems that they are historians, collecting data on the institutions of the past. I want that knowledge. There are numerous artists renderings of their likeness, so get out there and get them!" He dismissed them with a wave and returned to his duties. The five men left the room, and the feeble secretary shuffled in, carrying a tray with a steaming pot and a cup. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2406.10.23 (USS Fleet of Foot - Bridge; Ens Tourana; 1105) (Conestoga Class Ship - Engineer's locker room - Ensign jason Dema - 1106) (Conestoga Class Ship - Engineer's locker room - Ensign jason Dema - 1107) (Raelleus VI - City of Matais; The Vennerable Brahnna, Ja'sson P'Ker; 1500/1215) (Raellus IV - City of Matais- ships counselor Telan Raynar 15:30) (Raellus IV - City of Matais; FO Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia, CESgt Andrew Peters & Nurse Kathrin Jones; 1530/1855) (Raelleus IV-City of Matais; Counselor Telan Raynar, FO Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia, CESgt Peters & Nurse Jones; 1531/1855) (Raellus IV - City of Matais; Ships counselor Telan Raynar, FO Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia & Nurse Kathrin Jones; 1532/1855) (Raellus IV - City of Matais; Ships counselor Telan Raynar- 1534/1855) [Raellus IV - City of Matais - CSO Ketal - 1535/1860] (USS Mystique - quarters - Cassandra Dema & Sarah Nevada - 1540) (USS Mystique - quarters - Cassandra Dema & Sarah Nevada - 1628) (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais, plaza - Ensign Travis Keswick - 1630) (USS Mystique, CO, CO Captain Vanyssa Winters, 1633) (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais, Raellean dwelling - MO Alesia Trenor & Dr. Riven Mias- 1635) (USS Mystique -Bridge, CO - Captain Vanyssa Winters - 1640) (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais, plaza - Ensign Travis Keswick -1642) (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais, plaza - Ensign Travis Keswick -1645) (USS Fleet of Foot - Bridge; Ens Tourana; 1105) Tourana was sat listening to the comms buzzing. There was the odd conversation but nothing of note, until Dema started. She listened with intent and once it was determined that there was a man injured, she made a decision. "Ensign Tourana to Ensign Dema and Lieutenant HHril. I'm going to beam the injured officer aboard the Fleet of Foot, for medical attention." With that she targeted the officers comm badge and beamed him directly into the runabouts sickbay. "I'll be monitoring yuour progress from the Fleet's sickbay. Tourana out." With that she closed the comm link. She stood and walked purposfully into the small sickbay. "Computer, activate the medical database." She walked to some consoles which were for medical research and accessed the computer. "Transfer all functions to this console." She told the computer, and then turned to the one next to it. "Transfer all away team monitoring functions to this console, and activate open comms - listening mode. Create a constant transport lock on the away teams bio signs." And with that she walked over to the young officer. She scanned him with a medicorder and determined that he had several fractured ribs, a punctured lung and severe bruising to his kidneys. She thought for a moment, listening to the hustle of the away team as she did. Once she was clear in her mind, she started to work with the computer, asking it for diagnosis, standard procedures and an operating guide on how to remove the ribs from the lungs and repair all the damage. (Reply HHril, Dema, Any iyw) (Posted by John Gibson, on behalf of Patch) (Conestoga Class Ship - Engineer's locker room - Ensign jason Dema - 1106) Jason was still searching the room together with the officer, when suddenly a strange noise troubled him. He motoined the officer to keep his faser ready. they walked slowly to where the noise was coming from. It sounded like breathing. Jason looked carefully around the corner to see who or what it was. He motioned the officer to wait for his next command. Jason looked around the corner to see a strange form, it looked human, but it wasn't. it seemed to be hurt and was healing itself. Jason got back under cover and tagged his badge, and whispered silently. =/\= Ensign Dema to Lt. HHril, we have contact with an unknown creature, it didn't spot us yet, but it seems to be hurt. What are your orders, and please, talk silently. =/\= (reply HHril) =/\= Acknowledged Sir. =/\= Jason looked back around the corner, but the creature was gone. He suddenly heard a yell from the officer behind him and turned around to see the creature holding the officer. jason tried to fire, but he didn't had a clear shot. then the officer took a knife with his available hand and stabbed the creature in it's arm so it would let him go. It worked, the creature screeched loudly, and dropped the officer through it's claws, tearing through his uniform, and ran through the door to the engine room while jason tried to hit it. =/\= Jason to Lt. HHril, it's in the engine room, beware, it's in the engine room. it's hurt in it's arm, I also have a man down here, request a medical team immediatly. =/\= (reply HHril, any) (posted by Anthony Struelens) (Conestoga Class Ship - Engineer's locker room - Ensign jason Dema - 1107) Jason heard a reply from Tourana after he reported a man down "Ensign Tourana to Ensign Dema and Lieutenant HHril. I'm going to beam the injured officer aboard the Fleet of Foot, for medical attention." Jason saw the officer dematerialising, and as soon as he was gone he went in persuit of the creature, he did heard Tourana one last time over the comms. "I'll be monitoring yuour progress from the Fleet's sickbay. Tourana out." Jason didn't replied and continued his search, but ran into HHril. "The creature got away, I'm sorry but I couldn't hit it, it was too fast." Jason was dissapointed in himself, after all the training he did on the phaser-range, he couldn't hit a creature, 20 times bigger then the target on the phaser-range. (reply HHril) (posted by Anthony Struelens) (Raellius IV - City of Matais; The Vennerable Brahnna, Ja'sson P'Ker; 1500/1215) The Venerable Brahnna stood before the private shrine behind her office, reciting the daily prayer. She was not a full Raellian, but held the highest position in the Faith. It was quite an honour, which she was daily thankful for. Today was an extra special day. The anniversary of the first landing of the Forefathers. The actual date had been lost, and so the Faithful Deans had renamed the day of Gatrinda from the 'Old Faith', to the anniversary. The majority of the people did not know all the details of the Forefathers, only a handful of people did. She was not one of them. Although she was The Venerable Brahnna, she was still not considerde worthy of the information. A sentiment of resentment from the Raellian majority on the council of Faithful Deans. Ja'sson was preparing to offer the 'Most Venerable Prayer', recited every fifty-five years. It was her first time, and understandibly she was nervous. It was the single most religious prayer they recited. The highest of all prayers, and only one person could recite it at a specific time and place. She stood up and turned to the door, opened it and walked back into her office. Her aides were waiting. She guessed something was up when she awoke this morning and went downstaris for breakfast and her aides were whispering. Ja'sson was wearing a white gown, made from the silk from the Jantarra region, a golden banhle and an austentatious Espidril. She looked ravishing. "Come, tell me what has been bothering you all so, isnce this morning." She sat in her high-backed chair and waited an explanation. A man came forwad and bowed at the waist. "We humbly beg forgivness for attempting to descieve you Oh High One." He mumbled as he vigourosly inspected the weave of the luxurious carpet. "Stand you oaf! Speak!" She said sternly. "Your Emminence, we have come accross some people who are not who they seem to be. Our Seers have seen into their minds and have gagued that they are from far, far away. They know of the Flying Box and are attempting to destroy it. We must find these people and bring them in for interrogation." A young woman said with fervour. The man had only just recovered from his impromtu inspection and grovelling session and was now returning to his post, at the side of the now quiet female. "You actually try to tell me how to do my job?! You insollent fool. I will decide what I want, and in my own time. Now leave, and do as you request. Have them taken to the Gaouler in the Wings. Give him permission to extract the information, by any means." She looked down and started to read the 'Most Venerable Prayer' in preperation for this evenings festivities. Thw two aides left the room. (Reply none) (pb John G) (Raelleus VI - City of Falais-Ships Counselor Telan Raynar, 15:29) "Aye sir" responded Raynar as he leaned back at the doorway and took on a casual appearance. At the same time he lowered his mental shields slightly and sampled the surrounding area. Lust, aggressiveness, and paranoia seemed to be the order for the day. Telan still had a hard time getting over the various different colorings of the locals, of course at the moment he himself fit right in. He also didn't like the way that the male's minds hummed when the Female Marine was passing by them. ~A most definite unsettling thought~ Telan mumbled to himself. (replay none) (Posted by Kirk McClendon) (Raellus IV - City of Matais- ships counselor Telan Raynar 15:30) Telan began detecting an uprise in an aggressive thought process and thought he should report it. He rose from his apparently lax position against the door frame and entered the building. Hurrying up to Ketal he touched the Vulcan slightly on the shoulder. "Excuse me sir, I thought you should know that there is a definate increase in hostility rising outside. Without probing I cannot tell what it is directed at and after what we have witnessed so far I am hesitent to probe too far". (reply Ketal) "Aye sir" I'll see what I can find" And Telan began searching for the needed books with the rest of the group. (Reply Ketal, any) (Posted by Kirk McClendon) (Raellus IV - City of Matais; FO Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia, CESgt Andrew Peters & Nurse Kathrin Jones; 1530/1855) Peter glanced at Ketal with a wry smile and started to think. "Okay, here is what we shall do. Seargant Peters, Ensign Raynar and Nurse Jones shall stay here and mingle with the crowds to gleen information from them. Ensign Ketal and I shall return to the shuttle with the manuscripts and othr data, along with all of this stuff [he pointed to the large quantity of bags on the floor]. We will be back, after uploading all the data onto the database and replicated enough currency. I hope that is agreeable with you all?" (Reply any iyw) "Good." Peter tapped his left hand to open a comm-link with the shuttle. "Computer beam myself and Ensign Ketal to the shuttle." He grabbed several bags from the floor, aswell as numerous books from Sgt Peters. Ketal did likewise and Peter glanced around to check if he had forgotten something. "Energize!" He said. Moments later the two officers were gone. Peters looked at the team, technically Raynar was in charge as he was the ranking Starfleet officer present. But it had fallen to Peters to be leader, he didn't mind at all. He did however prefer to lead several marines into action, rather than wet-under-the-collar rookies. "Okay, lets get out there. I'll be your escort Ms Jones, and you [he pointed at Raynar] can mingle with the crowds. We'll go left and once we are out of the way you go right. Meet back here in fifteen minutes." With that he left the young 'rookie' alone and escorted Jones out of the building. (Reply Raynar - you may witness this though it is advised you do not get caugt yourself!!) The team that the Brahnna had sent were waiting. It was easy to track the thoughts of these ... outsiders, since their thought patterns were so very different than the Raellians and the Earthians. The Priestess accompanying them frowned. "They told someone named Shuttle to teleport them to him." She frowned further. "The leader, the 'kommander' and the 'vilcan' that leaves the marine, the woman and the other person, the one the telempathic marine says is a water ear. He's also a telepath. And pretty powerful." "Can't handle it Priestess?" One of the burly temple security guards sneered. The Priestess bristled, turning with her wings making an audible snap to the air. "I will do as I've been ordered. You would be no match for them and their mind-magick, Fire-Maker." She said using the burly guards gift, that of creating small fires. "The marine and the woman are exiting." She said, readying her attack. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes and threw up a wall around them. As the marine looked around in shock she seized ahold of his mind in an implacable grip. ::Time to sleep, little mah-rine.:: She said somewhat maliciously as she attempted to overwhelm his mind. Peters was flung to the wall, but he had not felt the push. His mid was in peircing pain and he was on the brink of passing out, he managed to look at Kathrin, she was being subdued by someone, he couldn't concentrate properly. He staggered away from the wall in an attempt to shake off the mind attack, but it was getting stronger. Just as soon as he neared unconsiousness someone placed a rag covered in a foul smelling liquid over his mouth. His marine training kicked in. He had been trained on Betazed about how to seperate the body from the higher brain functions. So in situations like this, he could use his military training while he attempted to regain control of his mind. The guards moved closer, knowing the danger a thought-senser could cause to them. They circled behind, and quickly covered the mouths of the two with the sleep-gas. The marine managed to miraculously break free, but the Priestess still held his mind. His body had been trained to move i ndependently of his mind in a threat situation. He thought he was gaining the upper hand, his assailants behind him had been thrown off by his sudden thrusts of violence. He was cut short as, the as yet unseen, mind assailant regained from their shock and prevailed over his ability to protect his mental powers. The Priestess burrowed deeper and found the core of his body. She stalked closer to him and stared down into his eyes dangerously. She took his chin in her hand and forced him to look up and hold her eyes, and with that gaze, his mind as the Guard covered his mouth again with the medicated cloth. Peters saw the woman move into his line of sight, he tried to look away, so she wouldn't gain any more access to his mind and thoughts. She pressed on and eventually totally prevailed over him. He was forced to look into her eyes and then there was no more beauty. The Guards collected the two prisoners and they turned to leave as the Betazoid Counsellor exited the store. (reply any mentioned) (posted by melinda & john) (Raellus IV - City of Matais; Ships counselor Telan Raynar, FO Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia, CESgt Andrew & Nurse Jones; 1531/1855) Peter glanced at Ketal with a wry smile and started to think. "Okay, Here is what we shall do. Sergeant Peters, Ensign Raynar and Nurse Jones shall stay here and mingle with the crowds to gleen information From them. Ensign Ketal and I shall return to the shuttle with the Manuscripts and other data, along with all of this stuff [he pointed to The large quantity of bags on the floor]. We will be back, after Uploading all the data onto the database and replicated enough Currency. I hope that is agreeable with you all?" "Aye sir," replied Telan. "Although I would suggest that we not remain here too much longer. The heightened levels of aggressiveness I had detected earlier have grown towards actual hatred. I would suggest we leave this area as quickly as possible." "Good." Peter tapped his left hand to open a comm-link with the Shuttle. "Computer beam myself and Ensign Ketal to the shuttle." He Grabbed several bags from the floor, as well as numerous books from Sgt Peters. Ketal did likewise and Peter glanced around to check if he had Forgotten something. "Energize!" He said. Moments later the two Officers were gone. Peters looked at the team; technically Raynar was in charge as he was The ranking Starfleet officer present. But it had fallen to Peters to Be leader, he didn't mind at all. He did however prefer to lead several Marines into action, rather than wet-under-the-collar rookies. "Okay, lets get out there. I'll be your escort Ms Jones, and you [he Pointed at Raynar] can mingle with the crowds. We'll go left and once We are out of the way you go right. Meet back here in fifteen minutes." With that he left the young 'rookie' alone and escorted Jones out of The building. (Raellus IV - City of Matais; Ships counselor Telan Raynar, FO Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia & Nurse Kathrin Jones; 1532/1855) ~Bad idea thought Telan to himself~, ~I have a bad feeling about this, we should leave now~ "Understood, 15 minutes and back here."He hesitated a moment, Technically he in charge of the remaining party but decided not to push it and gave way to experience.Watch yourself though, I meant it when I said it could get ugly real fast The team that the Brahnna had sent were waiting. It was easy to track The thoughts of these ... outsiders, since their thought patterns were So very different than the Raellians and the Earthians. The Priestess accompanying them frowned. "They told someone named Shuttle to teleport them to him." She frowned further. "The leader, The 'kommander' and the 'vilcan' that leaves the marine, the woman and The other person, the one the telempathic marine says is a water ear. He's also a telepath. And pretty powerful." "Can't handle it Priestess?" One of the burly temple security guards Sneered. The Priestess bristled, turning with her wings making an Audible snap to the air. "I will do as I've been ordered. You would be No match for them and their mind-magick, Fire-Maker." She said using The burly guards gift, that of creating small fires. "The marine and The woman are exiting." She said, readying her attack. She took a Deep breath, closed her eyes and threw up a wall around them. As the Marine looked around in shock she seized a hold of his mind in an Implacable grip. ::Time to sleep, little mah-rine.:: She said Somewhat maliciously as she attempted to overwhelm his mind. Peters was flung to the wall, but he had not felt the push. His mid was In piercing pain and he was on the brink of passing out, he managed to Look at Kathrin, she was being subdued by someone, he couldn't Concentrate properly. He staggered away from the wall in an attempt to Shake off the mind attack, but it was getting stronger. Just as soon as He neared unconsciousness someone placed a rag covered in a foul Smelling liquid over his mouth. His marine training kicked in. He had been trained on Betazed about how To separate the body from the higher brain functions. So in situations Like this, he could use his military training while he attempted to Regain control of his mind. The guards moved closer, knowing the danger a thought-sensor could Cause to them. They circled behind, and quickly covered the mouths of The two with the sleep-gas. The marine managed to miraculously break Free, but the Priestess still held his mind. His body had been trained To move I independently of his mind in a threat situation. He thought he was gaining the upper hand, his assailants behind him had Been thrown off by his sudden thrusts of violence. He was cut short as, The as yet unseen, mind assailant regained from their shock and Prevailed over his ability to protect his mental powers. The Priestess burrowed deeper and found the core of his body. She Stalked closer to him and stared down into his eyes dangerously. She Took his chin in her hand and forced him to look up and hold her eyes, And with that gaze, his mind as the Guard covered his mouth again with The medicated cloth. Peters saw the woman move into his line of sight, he tried to look Away, so she wouldn't gain any more access to his mind and thoughts. She pressed on and eventually totally prevailed over him. He was forced To look into her eyes and then there was no more beauty. The Guards collected the two prisoners and they turned to leave as the Betazoid Counselor exited the store. (Raellus IV - City of Matais; Ships counselor Telan Raynar- 1534/1855) Telan watched the other two members of the team leave the building and sat down to give them time to lose them selves. Suddenly he felt a great feeling of hatred wash over him, a feeling that glowed red within his mind, red tinged with the black of someone intent on doingharm. Faintly from outside he heard a scream of pain. Franticly he searched for the minds of the Peters and Jones and found them close but growing weaker, just them the mind of Jones seemed to waver and vanished. Telan ran across the room to the door his Phaser in hand, remembering at the last moment he couldn't use except under dire emergency. He slowly peeked out of the door and saw two huge beings with a smaller female, an old one. Jones lay on the ground with a cloth over her mouth and nose, unconscious, Peters was obviously still trying to fight off some kind of attack without much success. Running his options through his mind Telan knew he could jump in to help and be quickly overpowered by the two larger beings (he was a counselor not a wrestler), or he could attempt to interfere with the attack from the older female who was a strong telepath too, he wasn't afraid of either choice but it wouldn't do anybody any good just to join the group and get picked up as well. He settled on a third option. He had been able to detect that while the attack was painful it was not intended to kill. Telan did something his Father had shown him back on Delta. Concentrating he placed a mental hook in the minds of first Jones and then after the attack was over Peters. With these 'hooks' he would be able to find them over great distances. Then backing away and closing the door he retreated into the far corner of the room and again drew his Phaser, set it for maximum stun since if they came in here he felt it would be allowed to use the weapon, then concentrating he blanked his mind and merged his thought into those around him to camouflage himself mentally. After a few minutes he would call the shuttle and report what had happened. (Reply any)(Posted by Kirk McClendon) [Raelleus VI - City of Matais - CSO Ketal - 1535/1860] While looking through the first of the books Peters had shown him on the history of the "Flying Box of the Forefathers" Ketal heard the door open and looked up to see the Counselor enter the shop, he made straight for the 1/2 Vulcan. "Excuse me sir, I thought you should know that there is a definate increase in hostility rising outside. Without probing I cannot tell what it is directed at and after what we have witnessed so far I am hesitent to probe too far". Ketal nodded his head gravely and said. "Thank you Counselor, I think it would be best if you stayed inside then, perhaps you may find something we have missed. "Aye sir" I'll see what I can find" And Telan began searching for the needed books with the rest of the group. Ketal then went back to skimming the vast information at his disposal. (Reply: any) (posted by Charles) (USS Mystique - quarters - Cassandra Dema & Sarah Nevada - 1605) Cassandra was sitting in the room with Sarah, talking of their past while playing games. "How long will it take before he returns?" Cassandra asked. "I don't know, but be patient, he will return, you'll see." "How do you know for sure? How do you know he isn't in trouble?" "He promised he would be back, and otherwise, I would drag him back here." Sarah winked and smiled at Cassandra, Cassandra smiled too, but still had some doubts. "It's your move Cassie." They kept playing and talking. (USS Mystique - quarters - Cassandra Dema & Sarah Nevada - 1743) The games were done and they were watching some tv. Sarah went to the bathroom, and when she came out, cassandra was sitting lifeless on the couch, staring front of her with a worried face. "What's wrong?." Sarah asked. "Something is wrong, my brother is in trouble." "How do you know for sure?" "I can feel it." "You're just worried, don't think about it, everything will be fine." "No, something is wrong." Cassandra raised her voice a bit. "Let me prove it, Computer, contact Captain Vanyssa Winters, if she has time." (reply Vanyssa) "Captain, I apologize for disturbing you, but Cassandra thinks something went wrong, could you tell her she doesn't have to worry?" (reply Vanyssa) (posted by Anthony Struelens) (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais, plaza - Ensign Travis Keswick - 1630) Travis was walking around plaza taking in the scent of food coming from the food venders through out the plaza. The crowds were still flowing through the plaza, people not seeming to care about others around them bumping into people not even giving them another thought. As Travis walked around holding his broken ribs as people bumped into him as they went about their day. Travis was walking up towards a group of people that seemed to be getting angry and were yelling. He could not make out what they were saying so he made his way to the group. "Cheater!" the group yelled as Travis got closer to the them he could tell that they were yelling at Mr. Jansen. Jansen stood and stepped away from the table as the crowd cornered him, yelling. Travis stepped in and grabbed him by the shoulders and picked him up. "We know how to deal with cheaters," Travis said as he dragged Jansen into an alley way and threw him up against the wall. He was trying to hide the pain in his side as he looked back to make sure they were not being followed. When the coast was clear Travis let go of Jansen and held his ribs and moaned in pain. After a moment he composed him self. "Jansen are you ok? What happened?" Travis sead looking into his scared eyes. Jansen was still trying to clear his head. It was as if someone had put a big bubble over his head and was slowly creating a vaccum in there. he just couldn't get focused. Finally Keswicks words got through to him. "I... I don't know," Jansen said, "I was playing that game, and winning. And then the natives got restless. They didn't like that I was winning. Then something happened. I couldn't think. And the voices, in my head, all those voices." He put his hands to his head as if the pressure on the outside would help the pressure on the inside. "Relax," Keswick said, "I understand you're scared but we will get through this together, ok? I will not let anything happen to you. Do you understand"? Jansen nodded and looked up at the ASC. He appreciated his words of encouragement. The man was several years older than Jansen, and certainly more mature. His maturity lent him some inner strength. He sat up a little straighter. "Thanks Ensign." He gave Keswick a weak smile. After Jansen seemed to calm down Travis continued. "Dr Mias reported and Miss Alesia are no where to be seen." "Do you think somethings happened to them?" Jansen began to panic again. "We should probably check in with the ship, it's been a while and it's getting dark." "Jansen," Travis started to say as he put his hands on Jansen's shoulders, "I need to stay focused now close your eyes and take some deep breaths and just block out everything else out and concentrate on the sound of my voice just keep taking deep breaths while I check in with the ship. Ok? Nothing is going to happen to us. The others will be fine too." Travis then stepped back and it seemed that Jansen had settled down. =^= Ensign Keswick to the Mystique please respond =^= (Reply Captain) =^= I'm here with Mr. Jansen. Dr Mias or Miss Alesia are missing. What should we do =^= (Reply Captain, Any) (Posted By Travis Keswick and Al Muir) (USS Mystique, CO, CO Captain Vanyssa Winters, 1633) When the message came from Tourana that there was a monster on board, one that phase shifted, and it was injuring crew members, Vanyssa had enough. "Ensign, get them out of there, now." She ordered. Predictably enough, though, the transporters chose that moment to no longer function. Time for track 2. "Captain Winters to the colony away team, retreat." She ordered, her voice hard as steel. "That is an order." Vanyssa prayed that someone would answer her, and that they weren't all dead. (reply those on the colony ship) (posted by melinda :-) (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais, Raellean dwelling - MO Alesia Trenor & Dr. Riven Mias- 1635) Alesia woke up, her head on Riven's knee. She looked up at him and smiled. ::Hi.:: She sent. ::My head feels strange.:: She said, getting up, to find Riven's hand restraining her. She looked up into his dark eyes and blushed. ::You don't mind that I'm part human?:: She asked, wondering. Riven smiled down at her as he kept his hand firmly on her shoulder. ::Lie still for a bit little one you had somewhat of a nasty shock and no I am not prejudiced against humans or those of a mixed race with them.:: He felt the warm feelings flowing from her and knew she could feel his in return. ::I believe we have some things we need to talk about when the opportunity presents itself Alesia.:: Riven looked up at the Reallean again and thought directly to her alone. ::It appears she will be all right now Ancient One, I thank you again for your help.:: The Ancient One nodded and Alesia looked up at Riven. ::I like little one.:: She said giggling as her eyes unfocused for a second. ::Peters is worried about me.:: She laughed, still quite giddy and feeling very childish, very unlike her marine self. ::My boss would hurt me if he knew I wasn't guarding you....:: She murmured as she snuggled against him. Riven liked the feeling of her snuggling against him very much. ::That is not true Alesia, you attacked the Prince to keep him from overcoming me and was beating him rather thoroughly before you were interrupted. Don't worry about the details I know the whole story. If he asks I will tell him you have done an exemplary job which is the truth, the circumstances were just against you.:: Riven couldn't help but consider how her lips would feel against his at the moment then shook himself free of the thought wondering how much of it was his own and how much was influenced by that mental and emotional "Booster" that seemed to have the goal of heightening sexual interest. This close to the source its effects seemed very strong. Riven looked up from her eyes and gazed about the dome and attuned his mind to finding the source, his eyes and senses then being drawn once more to the small grove of trees bordered by shrines. Alesia looked up at Riven. ::I like it here.:: She said, sounding nothing like herself. ::She is tired, and the air here...promotes sensuality, allowing us to procreate easier.:: The Ancient One replied. Suddenly the Ancient One turned, and frowned. ::I had given orders that your friends be brought here, but it seems that they can not be found. Did they return to the hands that carry you across the stars?:: Riven realized he had not heard a reply to his earlier call and spoke again. "Enigns Jansen and Keswick this is Dr. Riven Mias, please report in." After finishing he waited somewhat worridly for their reply. When there had been no answer for several minutes he looked at the Raellean. ::We seem to have a problem, my people are not reporting in.:: ::Yes, I know, and we can not sense them.:: The Ancient One said a bit sadly. =^= Captain Winters to Dr. Mias... we can not trace Mr. Keswick or Mr. Jansen. =^= Vanyssa said. Alesia looked at Riven sadly, trying again to get up off his lap. Her clothing and hair were a mess. Riven allowed her up this time but grudgingly and rose himself. "Captain as you know we were separated earlier and I have tried to contact them twice with no result. The Ancient One says they can not sense them which I assume means they are unconcious. I am certain there has not been time for anyone to take them off planet so I will go look for them. Have you any further orders before I do so?" As he waited for her reply Riven thought to the Raellean. :: Do you know of any faction that might have done such a thing? I must find my people quickly.:: =^= Be careful. Keep in contact. =^= Captain Winters replied. =^= Contact Mr. Bellenia's team and have them help you. =^= ::There are...bad ones.:: The Ancient One replied. ::Those who seek to destroy the Raellian race in favor of those who came from the stars. The ... Prince that Lillia dealt with is one of them.:: :: Not good. :: Riven thought. ::I will need you to show us where to look for them then if you will. I have to get my people back.:; "Acknowledged Captain." Riven said then. "Commander Bellinia this is Riven Mias, two of my party are missing Ensigns Keswick and Jansen. There is concern that a local group hostile to the original inhabitants is involved in their disappearance. Captain Winters wants us to pool our resources to find them" (Reply: Commander Bellinia) While waiting for the Commander to answer Riven turned to the Ancient One. ::Do you have anything to add to what you have already told me?:: The Ancient One nodded. ::Ellyssa here knows where they have taken your team members. She will be your guide.:: the little girl was the most human that any of them had seen so far. ::She is a member of their group, but a daughter of my daughter's daughter.:: The Ancient One said fondly. "I know where they are. I can't talk like the Revered Mother can, but you talk like me so it doesn't matter." Ellyssa said, grinning. "Your Courtesan will be a nice bargaining chip...most men don't get a chance at one as pretty as she is.... that will get you into the group." Riven smiled at Elyssa then at Alesia. ::Yes that is true, even among my own kind, and thank you for your help.:: He knew Alesia was up to the task at hand, she was a marine after all and ready for infiltration and combat and using his mental powers he knew he could play his role. To her he then said. ::Very well Little One, after Commander Bellinia gets on board with this we will begin.:: Alesia shivered with the way Riven's thoughts felt to her. She felt his arms hug her from behind, and she relaxed into them, still not feeling quite like herself. When he released her, Alesia knelt down next to the little girl. "Our names are similiar." She said out loud. "Yours is Ah-li-sa and mine is Ah-lee-za." She sounded them out. "I am very happy to be working with you." She said, smiling. The little girl looked up at Alesia. "No Courtesan would go out looking like that." The Revered Mother nodded. "That is quite true." And Alesia found herself cleaned, with her hair redone in an even more elaborate style, as well as jewelled bracelets adorning her wrists. She looked down at them and saw little hooks on them, designed so that they could be latched together. "They were my mothers." Elyssa said. "She was a courtesan, like you." Elyssa offered the leash that would attach to Alesia's collar as well as the chain that was supposed to connect the bracelets to Riven. Her gown was brushed off, the stains somehow faded when another woman placed a hand on them, and within a few minutes Alesia found herself in front of a mirror looking at a reflection that was nothing like her own. She turned back to Riven suddenly shy. ::How do I look?:: She asked, glancing down in submission. The Revered Mother had put quite a bit of knowledge into both of their heads about how a Courtesan and her Master were SUPPOSED to act. Riven's eyes sparkled as he looked at this shy young woman whom he knew to be a battle hardened warrior then he said, "Allow me to answer that with an action." He reached forward and cupped her chin in the palm of his right hand as he drew her face up and forward and he stepped toward her. His lips met hers in a light kiss that he held for just an instant but as he felt from her mind she was enjoying it the light kiss became a passionate one. After a long and heated moment he remembered where they were and who they were in the presence of and he grudgingly broke the kiss and backed away. He smiled and thought directly and only to her. ::We really have some things to discuss Alesia. I am anticipating when we can be alone to do so.:: Then he sighed as another call came in from Commander Bellinia. (Reply: Commander Bellinia) Alesia looked up at him with bright eyes, discovering a part of herself when with him that was utterly different than her marine self. ::You're the Counsellor:: She began. ::You would know best:: She listened to the news from Bellinia's team. He had left Peters, the medical officer and the young new Counsellor alone while he and Ketal went back to the ship with the books and documents they had acquired. ::We should find a place to all meet up...:: Alesia began as she held her head in distress. ::PETERS!!!!:: She shouted, focusing all her thoughts on him. ::He's under attack!:: She fair shouted, hoping that she could do something to help him. ::NO!!!!:: She shouted again, feeling him pass out. She knew Riven was there, he was holding her hand. ::We have to get to him!!:: Riven almost shouted to the Commander. "Commander beam us back to the shuttle please, the remainder of your group are being attacked, we need to pool our forces now!" (Reply: Commander Bellinia, any)(Posted by Melinda and Charles) (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais, plaza - Ensign Travis Keswick -1642) "Dr. Mias and Miss Trenor are with Commander Bellinia. He ordered all of you to report in about 15 minutes ago. Several of his team members were kidnapped. Can you contact him, Ensign ?" Travis realizing his mistake He replied "Yes captain I will do that right a way." "Can you contact the shuttle?" the Captain added "I will try captain" Vanyssa sighed. "We have your coordinates, Ensign, I would suggest staying there, I will have Commander Bellinia rendezvous with you as soon as possible." Mystique out." (Reply Jansen iyw.) (posted by travis) (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais, plaza - Ensign Travis Keswick -1645) Travis turned to Ensign Jansen "How are you holding up over there. He sead to the young and vary scared ensign. (Reply Jansen) "Good just keep breathing and remember I'm right here." Travis started spiting out more blood do to the broken ribs and internal bleeding and trying to hide the exstream pain that he was so not to scare Jansen any more then he was. =/\= Ensign Keswick to Commander Bellinia respond =/\= (Reply Bellinia) =/\= I'm here with Mr. Jansen and he is scared but he is doing well as for me I was injured in a fight =/\= (reply Bellinia) =/\= No Sir. I can continue =/\= ( Reply Bellinia) =/\= understood we will stand by for you arrive Keswick out =/\= --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.23 (USS Fleet of Foot - Bridge; Ens Tourana; 1105) (Conestoga Class Ship - Engineer's locker room - Ensign Jason Dema - 1106) (Conestoga Class Ship - Engineer's locker room - Ensign Jason Dema - 1107) ***************************************************************************** ************ (Raelleus VI - City of Matais; The Vennerable Brahnna, Ja'sson P'Ker; 1500/1215) (Raelleus VI - City of Matais- ships counselor Telan Raynar 15:30) (Raelleus VI - City of Matais; FO Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia, CESgt Andrew Peters & Nurse Kathrin Jones; 1530/1855) (Raelleus VI-City of Matais; Counselor Telan Raynar, FO Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia, CESgt Peters & Nurse Jones; 1531/1855) (Raelleus VI - City of Matais; Ships counselor Telan Raynar, FO Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia & Nurse Kathrin Jones; 1532/1855) (Raelleus VI - City of Matais; Ships counselor Telan Raynar- 1534/1855) [Raelleus VI - City of Matais - CSO Ketal - 1535/1860] (USS Mystique - quarters - Cassandra Dema & Sarah Nevada - 1540) (USS Mystique - quarters - Cassandra Dema & Sarah Nevada - 1628) (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais, plaza - Ensign Travis Keswick - 1630) (USS Mystique, CO, CO Captain Vanyssa Winters, 1633) (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais, Raellean dwelling - MO Alesia Trenor & Dr. Riven Mias- 1635) (USS Mystique -Bridge, CO - Captain Vanyssa Winters - 1640) (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais, plaza - Ensign Travis Keswick -1642) (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais, plaza - Ensign Travis Keswick -1645) **************************************************************************** ******* (USS Fleet of Foot - Bridge; Ens Tourana; 1105) Tourana was sat listening to the comms buzzing. There was the odd conversation but nothing of note, until Dema started. She listened with intent and once it was determined that there was a man injured, she made a decision. "Ensign Tourana to Ensign Dema and Lieutenant HHril. I'm going to beam the injured officer aboard the Fleet of Foot, for medical attention." With that she targeted the officers comm badge and beamed him directly into the runabouts sickbay. "I'll be monitoring your progress from the Fleet's sickbay. Tourana out." With that she closed the comm link. She stood and walked purposefully into the small sickbay. "Computer, activate the medical database." She walked to some consoles which were for medical research and accessed the computer. Transfer all functions to this console." She told the computer, and then turned to the one next to it. "Transfer all away team monitoring functions to this console, and activate open comms - listening mode. Create a constant transport lock on the away teams bio signs." And with that she walked over to the young officer. She scanned him with a tricorder and determined that he had several fractured ribs, a punctured lung and severe bruising to his kidneys. She thought for a moment, listening to the hustle of the away team as she did. Once she was clear in her mind, she started to work with the computer, asking it for diagnosis, standard procedures and an operating guide on how to remove the ribs from the lungs and repair all the damage. (Reply HHril, Dema, Any iyw) (Posted by John Gibson, on behalf of Patch) (Conestoga Class Ship - Engineer's locker room - Ensign Jason Dema - 1106) Jason was still searching the room together with the officer, when suddenly a strange noise troubled him. He motioned the officer to keep his phaser ready. they walked slowly to where the noise was coming from. It sounded like breathing. Jason looked carefully around the corner to see who or what it was. He motioned the officer to wait for his next command. Jason looked around the corner to see a strange form, it looked human, but it wasn't. it seemed to be hurt and was healing itself. Jason got back under cover and tagged his badge, and whispered silently. =/\= Ensign Dema to Lt. HHril, we have contact with an unknown creature, it didn't spot us yet, but it seems to be hurt. What are your orders, and please, talk silently. =/\= (reply HHril) =/\= Acknowledged Sir. =/\= Jason looked back around the corner, but the creature was gone. He suddenly heard a yell from the officer behind him and turned around to see the creature holding the officer. Jason tried to fire, but he didn't had a clear shot. then the officer took a knife with his available hand and stabbed the creature in it's arm so it would let him go. It worked, the creature screeched loudly, and dropped the officer through it's claws, tearing through his uniform, and ran through the door to the engine room while Jason tried to hit it. =/\= Jason to Lt. HHril, it's in the engine room, beware, it's in the engine room. it's hurt in it's arm, I also have a man down here, request a medical team immediately. =/\= (reply HHril, any) (posted by Anthony Struelens) (Conestoga Class Ship - Engineer's locker room - Ensign Jason Dema - 1107) Jason heard a reply from Tourana after he reported a man down "Ensign Tourana to Ensign Dema and Lieutenant HHril. I'm going to beam the injured officer aboard the Fleet of Foot, for medical attention." Jason saw the officer dematerializing, and as soon as he was gone he went in pursuit of the creature, he did heard Tourana one last time over the comms. "I'll be monitoring your progress from the Fleet's sickbay. Tourana out." Jason didn't replied and continued his search, but ran into HHril. "The creature got away, I'm sorry but I couldn't hit it, it was too fast." Jason was disappointed in himself, after all the training he did on the phaser-range, he couldn't hit a creature, 20 times bigger then the target on the phaser-range. (reply HHril) (posted by Anthony Struelens) (Raelleus VI - City of Matais; The Vennerable Brahnna, Ja'sson P'Ker; 1500/1215) The Venerable Brahnna stood before the private shrine behind her office, reciting the daily prayer. She was not a full Raellean, but held the highest position in the Faith. It was quite an honour, which she was daily thankful for. Today was an extra special day. The anniversary of the first landing of the Forefathers. The actual date had been lost, and so the Faithful Deans had renamed the day of Gatrinda from the 'Old Faith', to the anniversary. The majority of the people did not know all the details of the Forefathers, only a handful of people did. She was not one of them. Although she was The Venerable Brahnna, she was still not considered worthy of the information. A sentiment of resentment from the Raellean majority on the council of Faithful Deans. Ja'sson was preparing to offer the 'Most Venerable Prayer', recited every fifty-five years. It was her first time, and understandably she was nervous. It was the single most religious prayer they recited. The highest of all prayers, and only one person could recite it at a specific time and place. She stood up and turned to the door, opened it and walked back into her office. Her aides were waiting. She guessed something was up when she awoke this morning and went downstairs for breakfast and her aides were whispering. Ja'sson was wearing a white gown, made from the silk from the Jantarra region, a golden banhle and an austentatious Espidril. She looked ravishing. "Come, tell me what has been bothering you all so, since this morning." She sat in her high-backed chair and waited an explanation. A man came forward and bowed at the waist. "We humbly beg forgives for attempting to deceive you Oh High One." He mumbled as he vigorously inspected the weave of the luxurious carpet. "Stand you oaf! Speak!" She said sternly. "Your Emminence, we have come across some people who are not who they seem to be. Our Seers have seen into their minds and have gauged that they are from far, far away. They know of the Flying Box and are attempting to destroy it. We must find these people and bring them in for interrogation." A young woman said with fervor. The man had only just recovered from his impromptu inspection and groveling session and was now returning to his post at the side of the now quiet female. "You actually try to tell me how to do my job?! You insolent fool. I will decide what I want, and in my own time. Now leave, and do as you request. Have them taken to the Gaouler in the Wings. Give him permission to extract the information, by any means." She looked down and started to read the Most Venerable Prayer' in preparation for this evenings festivities. The two aides left the room. (Reply none) (pb John G) (Raelleus VI - City of Falais-Ships Counselor Telan Raynar, 15:29) "Aye sir" responded Raynar as he leaned back at the doorway and took on a casual appearance. At the same time he lowered his mental shields slightly and sampled the surrounding area. Lust, aggressiveness, and paranoia seemed to be the order for the day. Telan still had a hard time getting over the various different colorings of the locals, of course at the moment he himself fit right in. He also didn't like the way that the male's minds hummed when the Female Marine was passing by them. ~A most definite unsettling thought~ Telan mumbled to himself. (replay none) (Posted by Kirk McClendon) (Raelleus VI - City of Matais- ships counselor Telan Raynar 15:30) Telan began detecting an rise in an aggressive thought process and thought he should report it. He rose from his apparently lax position against the door frame and entered the building. Hurrying up to Ketal he touched the Vulcan slightly on the shoulder. "Excuse me sir, I thought you should know that there is a definite increase in hostility rising outside. Without probing I cannot tell what it is directed at and after what we have witnessed so far I am hesitant to probe too far". (reply Ketal) "Aye sir" I'll see what I can find" And Telan began searching for the needed books with the rest of the group. (Reply Ketal, any) (Posted by Kirk McClendon) (Raelleus VI - City of Matais; FO Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia, CESgt Andrew Peters & Nurse Kathrin Jones; 1530/1855) Peter glanced at Ketal with a wry smile and started to think. "Okay, here is what we shall do. Sergeant Peters, Ensign Raynar and Nurse Jones shall stay here and mingle with the crowds to gleen information from them. Ensign Ketal and I shall return to the shuttle with the manuscripts and other data, along with all of this stuff [he pointed to the large quantity of bags on the floor]. We will be back, after uploading all the data onto the database and replicated enough currency. I hope that is agreeable with you all?" (Reply any iyw) "Good." Peter tapped his left hand to open a comm-link with the shuttle. Computer beam myself and Ensign Ketal to the shuttle." He grabbed several bags from the floor, as well as numerous books from Sgt Peters. Ketal did likewise and Peter glanced around to check if he had forgotten something. "Energize!" He said. Moments later the two officers were gone. Peters looked at the team, technically Raynar was in charge as he was the ranking Starfleet officer present. But it had fallen to Peters to be leader, he didn't mind at all. He did however prefer to lead several marines into action, rather than wet-under-the-collar rookies. "Okay, lets get out there. I'll be your escort Ms Jones, and you [he pointed at Raynar] can mingle with the crowds. We'll go left and once we are out of the way you go right. Meet back here in fifteen minutes." With that he left the young 'rookie' alone and escorted Jones out of the building. (Reply Raynar - you may witness this though it is advised you do not get caught yourself!!) The team that the Brahnna had sent were waiting. It was easy to track the thoughts of these ... outsiders, since their thought patterns were so very different than the Raelleans and the Earthians. The Priestess accompanying them frowned. "They told someone named Shuttle to teleport them to him." She frowned further. "The leader, the 'kommander' and the 'vilcan' that leaves the marine, the woman and the other person, the one the telepathic marine says is a water ear. He's also a telepath. And pretty powerful." "Can't handle it Priestess?" One of the burly temple security guards sneered The Priestess bristled, turning with her wings making an audible snap to the air. "I will do as I've been ordered. You would be no match for them and their mind-magic, Fire-Maker." She said using the burly guards gift, that of creating small fires. "The marine and the woman are exiting." She said, readying her attack. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes and threw up a wall around them. As the marine looked around in shock she seized ahold of his mind in an implacable grip. ::Time to sleep, little mah-rine.:: She said somewhat maliciously as she attempted to overwhelm his mind. Peters was flung to the wall, but he had not felt the push. His mid was in piercing pain and he was on the brink of passing out, he managed to look at Kathrin, she was being subdued by someone, he couldn't concentrate properly. He staggered away from the wall in an attempt to shake off the mind attack, but it was getting stronger. Just as soon as he neared unconsciousness someone placed a rag covered in a foul smelling liquid over his mouth. His marine training kicked in. He had been trained on Betazed about how to separate the body from the higher brain functions. So in situations like this, he could use his military training while he attempted to regain control of his mind. The guards moved closer, knowing the danger a thought-senser could cause to them. They circled behind, and quickly covered the mouths of the two with the sleep-gas. The marine managed to miraculously break free, but the Priestess still held his mind. His body had been trained to move i independently of his mind in a threat situation. He thought he was gaining the upper hand, his assailants behind him had been thrown off by his sudden thrusts of violence. He was cut short as, the as yet unseen, mind assailant regained from their shock and prevailed over his ability to protect his mental powers. The Priestess burrowed deeper and found the core of his body. She stalked closer to him and stared down into his eyes dangerously. She took his chin in her hand and forced him to look up and hold her eyes, and with that gaze, his mind as the Guard covered his mouth again with the medicated cloth. Peters saw the woman move into his line of sight, he tried to look away, so she wouldn't gain any more access to his mind and thoughts. She pressed on and eventually totally prevailed over him. He was forced to look into her eyes and then there was no more beauty. The Guards collected the two prisoners and they turned to leave as the Betazoid Counselor exited the store. (reply any mentioned) (posted by melinda & john) (Raelleus VI - City of Matais; Ships counselor Telan Raynar, FO Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia, CESgt Andrew & Nurse Jones; 1531/1855) Peter glanced at Ketal with a wry smile and started to think. "Okay, Here is what we shall do. Sergeant Peters, Ensign Raynar and Nurse Jones shall stay here and mingle with the crowds to gleen information from them. Ensign Ketal and I shall return to the shuttle with the Manuscripts and other data, along with all of this stuff [he pointed to the large quantity of bags on the floor]. We will be back, after Uploading all the data onto the database and replicated enough Currency. I hope that is agreeable with you all?" "Aye sir," replied Telan. "Although I would suggest that we not remain here too much longer. The heightened levels of aggressiveness I had detected earlier have grown towards actual hatred. I would suggest we leave this area as quickly as possible." "Good." Peter tapped his left hand to open a comm-link with the shuttle. Computer beam myself and Ensign Ketal to the shuttle." He Grabbed several bags from the floor, as well as numerous books from Sgt Peters. Ketal did likewise and Peter glanced around to check if he had Forgotten something. "Energize!" He said. Moments later the two Officers were gone. Peters looked at the team; technically Raynar was in charge as he was The ranking Starfleet officer present. But it had fallen to Peters to Be leader, he didn't mind at all. He did however prefer to lead several Marines into action, rather than wet-under-the-collar rookies. "Okay, let's get out there. I'll be your escort Ms Jones, and you [he Pointed at Raynar] can mingle with the crowds. We'll go left and once We are out of the way you go right. Meet back here in fifteen minutes." With that he left the young 'rookie' alone and escorted Jones out of The building. (Raelleus VI - City of Matais; Ships counselor Telan Raynar, FO Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia & Nurse Kathrin Jones; 1532/1855) ~Bad idea thought Telan to himself~, ~I have a bad feeling about this, we should leave now~ "Understood, 15 minutes and back here."He hesitated a moment, Technically he in charge of the remaining party but decided not to push it and gave way to experience. "Watch yourself though, I meant it when I said it could get ugly real fast." The team that the Brahnna had sent were waiting. It was easy to track The thoughts of these ... outsiders, since their thought patterns were So very different than the Raelleans and the Earthians. The Priestess accompanying them frowned. "They told someone named Shuttle to teleport them to him." She frowned further. "The leader, The kommander' and the 'vilcan' that leaves the marine, the woman and The other person, the one the telepathic marine says is a water ear. "He's also a telepath. And pretty powerful." "Can't handle it Priestess?" One of the burly temple security guards Sneered The Priestess bristled, turning with her wings making an Audible snap to the air. "I will do as I've been ordered. You would be No match for them and their mind-magic, Fire-Maker." She said using The burly guards gift, that of creating small fires. "The marine and The woman are exiting." She said, readying her attack. She took a Deep breath, closed her eyes and threw up a wall around them. As the Marine looked around in shock she seized a hold of his mind in an Implacable grip. ::Time to sleep, little mah-rine.:: She said Somewhat maliciously as she attempted to overwhelm his mind. Peters was flung to the wall, but he had not felt the push. His mind was in piercing pain and he was on the brink of passing out, he managed to look at Kathrin, she was being subdued by someone, he couldn't concentrate properly. He staggered away from the wall in an attempt to shake off the mind attack, but it was getting stronger. Just as soon as he neared unconsciousness someone placed a rag covered in a foul smelling liquid over his mouth. His marine training kicked in. He had been trained on Betazed about how to separate the body from the higher brain functions. So in situations Like this, he could use his military training while he attempted to regain control of his mind. The guards moved closer, knowing the danger a thought-sensor could cause to them. They circled behind, and quickly covered the mouths of the two with the sleep-gas. The marine managed to miraculously break free, but the Priestess still held his mind. His body had been trained to move independently of his mind in a threat situation. He thought he was gaining the upper hand, his assailants behind him had been thrown off by his sudden thrusts of violence. He was cut short as, the as yet unseen, mind assailant regained from their shock and prevailed over his ability to protect his mental powers. The Priestess burrowed deeper and found the core of his body. She stalked closer to him and stared down into his eyes dangerously. She took his chin in her hand and forced him to look up and hold her eyes, And with that gaze, his mind as the Guard covered his mouth again with the medicated cloth. Peters saw the woman move into his line of sight, he tried to look away, so she wouldn't gain any more access to his mind and thoughts. She pressed on and eventually totally prevailed over him. He was forced to look into her eyes and then there was no more beauty. The guards collected the two prisoners and they turned to leave as the Betazoid Counselor exited the store. (Raelleus VI - City of Matais; Ships counselor Telan Raynar- 1534/1855) Telan watched the other two members of the team leave the building and sat down to give them time to lose them selves. Suddenly he felt a great feeling of hatred wash over him, a feeling that glowed red within his mind, red tinged with the black of someone intent on doing harm. Faintly from outside he heard a scream of pain. Franticly he searched for the minds of the Peters and Jones and found them close but growing weaker, just them the mind of Jones seemed to waver and vanished. Telan ran across the room to the door his Phaser in hand, remembering at the last moment he couldn't use except under dire emergency. He slowly peeked out of the door and saw two huge beings with a smaller female, an old one. Jones lay on the ground with a cloth over her mouth and nose, unconscious, Peters was obviously still trying to fight off some kind of attack without much success. Running his options through his mind Telan knew he could jump in to help and be quickly overpowered by the two larger beings (he was a counselor not a wrestler), or he could attempt to interfere with the attack from the older female who was a strong telepath too, he wasn't afraid of either choice but it wouldn't do anybody any good just to join the group and get picked up as well. He settled on a third option. He had been able to detect that while the attack was painful it was not intended to kill. Telan did something his Father had shown him back on Delta. Concentrating he placed a mental 'hook' in the minds of first Jones and then after the attack was over Peters. With these 'hooks' he would be able to find them over great distances. Then backing away and closing the door he retreated into the far corner of the room and again drew his Phaser, set it for maximum stun since if they came in here he felt it would be allowed to use the weapon, then concentrating he blanked his mind and merged his thought into those around him to camouflage himself mentally. After a few minutes he would call the shuttle and report what had happened. (Reply any) (Posted by Kirk McClendon) [Raelleus VI - City of Matais - CSO Ketal - 1535/1860] While looking through the first of the books Peters had shown him on the history of the "Flying Box of the Forefathers" Ketal heard the door open and looked up to see the Counselor enter the shop, he made straight for the 1/2 Vulcan. "Excuse me sir, I thought you should know that there is a definite increase in hostility rising outside. Without probing I cannot tell what it is directed at and after what we have witnessed so far I am hesitant to probe too far". Ketal nodded his head gravely and said. "Thank you Counselor, I think it would be best if you stayed inside then, perhaps you may find something we have missed. "Aye sir" I'll see what I can find" And Telan began searching for the needed books with the rest of the group. Ketal then went back to skimming the vast information at his disposal. (Reply: any) (posted by Charles) (USS Mystique - quarters - Cassandra Dema & Sarah Nevada - 1540) Cassandra was sitting in the room with Sarah, talking of their past while playing games. "How long will it take before he returns?" Cassandra asked. "I don't know, but be patient, he will return, you'll see." "How do you know for sure? How do you know he isn't in trouble?" "He promised he would be back, and otherwise, I would drag him back here." Sarah winked and smiled at Cassandra, Cassandra smiled too, but still had some doubts. "It's your move Cassie." They kept playing and talking. (USS Mystique - quarters - Cassandra Dema & Sarah Nevada - 1628) The games were done and they were watching some TV. Sarah went to the bathroom, and when she came out, Cassandra was sitting lifeless on the couch staring front of her with a worried face. "What's wrong?." Sarah asked. "Something is wrong, my brother is in trouble." "How do you know for sure?" "I can feel it." "You're just worried, don't think about it, everything will be fine." "No, something is wrong." Cassandra raised her voice a bit. "Let me prove it, Computer, contact Captain Vanyssa Winters, if she has time " (reply Vanyssa) "Captain, I apologize for disturbing you, but Cassandra thinks something went wrong, could you tell her she doesn't have to worry?" (reply Vanyssa) (posted by Anthony Struelens) (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais, plaza - Ensign Travis Keswick - 1630) Travis was walking around plaza taking in the scent of food coming from the food venders through out the plaza. The crowds were still flowing through the plaza, people not seeming to care about others around them bumping into people not even giving them another thought. As Travis walked around holding his broken ribs as people bumped into him as they went about their day. Travis was walking up towards a group of people that seemed to be getting angry and were yelling. He could not make out what they were saying so he made his way to the group. "Cheater!" the group yelled as Travis got closer to the them he could tell that they were yelling at Mr. Jansen. Jansen stood and stepped away from the table as the crowd cornered him, yelling. Travis stepped in and grabbed him by the shoulders and picked him up. "We know how to deal with cheaters," Travis said as he dragged Jansen into an alley way and threw him up against the wall. He was trying to hide the pain in his side as he looked back to make sure they were not being followed When the coast was clear Travis let go of Jansen and held his ribs and moaned in pain. After a moment he composed him self. "Jansen are you ok? What happened?" Travis said looking into his scared eyes Jansen was still trying to clear his head. It was as if someone had put a big bubble over his head and was slowly creating a vacuum in there. he just couldn't get focused. Finally Keswicks words got through to him. "I... I don't know," Jansen said, "I was playing that game, and winning. And then the natives got restless. They didn't like that I was winning. Then something happened. I couldn't think. And the voices, in my head, all those voices." He put his hands to his head as if the pressure on the outside would help the pressure on the inside. "Relax," Keswick said, "I understand you're scared but we will get through this together, ok? I will not let anything happen to you. Do you understand"? Jansen nodded and looked up at the ASC. He appreciated his words of encouragement. The man was several years older than Jansen, and certainly more mature. His maturity lent him some inner strength. He sat up a little straighter. "Thanks Ensign." He gave Keswick a weak smile. After Jansen seemed to calm down Travis continued. "Dr Mias reported and Miss Alesia are no where to be seen." "Do you think something's happened to them?" Jansen began to panic again. We should probably check in with the ship, it's been a while and it's getting dark." "Jansen," Travis started to say as he put his hands on Jansen's shoulders, I need to stay focused now close your eyes and take some deep breaths and just block out everything else out and concentrate on the sound of my voice just keep taking deep breaths while I check in with the ship. Ok? Nothing is going to happen to us. The others will be fine too." Travis then stepped back and it seemed that Jansen had settled down. =^= Ensign Keswick to the Mystique please respond =^= (Reply Captain) =^= I'm here with Mr. Jansen. Dr Mias or Miss Alesia are missing. What should we do =^= (Reply Captain, Any) (Posted By Travis Keswick and Al Muir) (USS Mystique, CO, CO Captain Vanyssa Winters, 1633) When the message came from Tourana that there was a monster on board, one that phase shifted, and it was injuring crew members, Vanyssa had enough. "Ensign, get them out of there, now." She ordered. Predictably enough, though, the transporters chose that moment to no longer function. Time for track 2. "Captain Winters to the colony away team, retreat." She ordered, her voice hard as steel. "That is an order." Vanyssa prayed that someone would answer her, and that they weren't all dead (reply those on the colony ship) (posted by melinda :-) (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais, Raellean dwelling - MO Alesia Trenor & Dr. Riven Mias- 1635) Alesia woke up, her head on Riven's knee. She looked up at him and smiled. ::Hi.:: She sent. ::My head feels strange.:: She said, getting up, to find Riven's hand restraining her. She looked up into his dark eyes and blushed. ::You don't mind that I'm part human?:: She asked, wondering. Riven smiled down at her as he kept his hand firmly on her shoulder. ::Lie still for a bit little one you had somewhat of a nasty shock and no I am not prejudiced against humans or those of a mixed race with them.:: He felt the warm feelings flowing from her and knew she could feel his in return. ::I believe we have some things we need to talk about when the opportunity presents itself Alesia.:: Riven looked up at the Raellean again and thought directly to her alone. ::It appears she will be all right now Ancient One, I thank you again for your help.:: The Ancient One nodded and Alesia looked up at Riven. ::I like little one.:: She said giggling as her eyes unfocused for a second. ::Peters is worried about me.:: She laughed, still quite giddy and feeling very childish, very unlike her marine self. ::My boss would hurt me if he knew I wasn't guarding you....:: She murmured as she snuggled against him. Riven liked the feeling of her snuggling against him very much. ::That is not true Alesia, you attacked the Prince to keep him from overcoming me and was beating him rather thoroughly before you were interrupted. Don't worry about the details I know the whole story. If he asks I will tell him you have done an exemplary job which is the truth, the circumstances were just against you.:: Riven couldn't help but consider how her lips would feel against his at the moment then shook himself free of the thought wondering how much of it was his own and how much was influenced by that mental and emotional "Booster" that seemed to have the goal of heightening sexual interest. This close to the source its effects seemed very strong. Riven looked up from her eyes and gazed about the dome and attuned his mind to finding the source, his eyes and senses then being drawn once more to the small grove of trees bordered by shrines. Alesia looked up at Riven. ::I like it here.:: She said, sounding nothing like herself. ::She is tired, and the air here...promotes sensuality, allowing us to procreate easier.:: The Ancient One replied. Suddenly the Ancient One turned, and frowned. ::I had given orders that your friends be brought here, but it seems that they can not be found. Did they return to the hands that carry you across the stars?:: Riven realized he had not heard a reply to his earlier call and spoke again. "Enigns Jansen and Keswick this is Dr. Riven Mias, please report in." After finishing he waited somewhat worriedly for their reply. When there had been no answer for several minutes he looked at the Raellean. ::We seem to have a problem, my people are not reporting in.:: ::Yes, I know, and we can not sense them.:: The Ancient One said a bit sadly =^= Captain Winters to Dr. Mias... we can not trace Mr. Keswick or Mr. Jansen. =^= Vanyssa said. Alesia looked at Riven sadly, trying again to get up off his lap. Her clothing and hair were a mess. Riven allowed her up this time but grudgingly and rose himself. "Captain as you know we were separated earlier and I have tried to contact them twice with no result. The Ancient One says they can not sense them which I assume means they are unconscious. I am certain there has not been time for anyone to take them off planet so I will go look for them. Have you any further orders before I do so?" As he waited for her reply Riven thought to the Raellean. :: Do you know of any faction that might have done such a thing? I must find my people quickly.:: =^= Be careful. Keep in contact. =^= Captain Winters replied. =^= Contact Mr Belinia's team and have them help you. =^= ::There are...bad ones.:: The Ancient One replied. ::Those who seek to destroy the Raellean race in favor of those who came from the stars. The ... Prince that Lilia dealt with is one of them.:: :: Not good. :: Riven thought. ::I will need you to show us where to look for them then if you will. I have to get my people back.:; "Acknowledged Captain." Riven said then. "Commander Belinia this is Riven Mias, two of my party are missing Ensigns Keswick and Jansen. There is concern that a local group hostile to the original inhabitants is involved in their disappearance. Captain Winters wants us to pool our resources to find them" (Reply: Commander Belinia) While waiting for the Commander to answer Riven turned to the Ancient One. ::Do you have anything to add to what you have already told me?:: The Ancient One nodded. ::Ellyssa here knows where they have taken your team members. She will be your guide.:: the little girl was the most human that any of them had seen so far. ::She is a member of their group, but a daughter of my daughter's daughter.:: The Ancient One said fondly. "I know where they are. I can't talk like the Revered Mother can, but you talk like me so it doesn't matter." Ellyssa said, grinning. "Your Courtesan will be a nice bargaining chip...most men don't get a chance at one as pretty as she is.... that will get you into the group." Riven smiled at Elyssa then at Alesia. ::Yes that is true, even among my own kind, and thank you for your help.:: He knew Alesia was up to the task at hand, she was a marine after all and ready for infiltration and combat and using his mental powers he knew he could play his role. To her he then said. ::Very well Little One, after Commander Belinia gets on board with this we will begin.:: Alesia shivered with the way Riven's thoughts felt to her. She felt his arms hug her from behind, and she relaxed into them, still not feeling quite like herself. When he released her, Alesia knelt down next to the little girl. "Our names are similar." She said out loud. "Yours is Ah-li-sa and mine is Ah-lee-za." She sounded them out. "I am very happy to be working with you." She said, smiling. The little girl looked up at Alesia. "No Courtesan would go out looking like that." The Revered Mother nodded. "That is quite true." And Alesia found herself cleaned, with her hair redone in an even more elaborate style, as well as jewelled bracelets adorning her wrists. She looked down at them and saw little hooks on them, designed so that they could be latched together. "They were my mothers." Elyssa said. "She was a courtesan, like you." Elyssa offered the leash that would attach to Alesia's collar as well as the chain that was supposed to connect the bracelets to Riven. Her gown was brushed off, the stains somehow faded when another woman placed a hand on them, and within a few minutes Alesia found herself in front of a mirror looking at a reflection that was nothing like her own. She turned back to Riven suddenly shy. ::How do I look?:: She asked, glancing down in submission. The Revered Mother had put quite a bit of knowledge into both of their heads about how a Courtesan and her Master were SUPPOSED to act. Riven's eyes sparkled as he looked at this shy young woman whom he knew to be a battle hardened warrior then he said, "Allow me to answer that with an action." He reached forward and cupped her chin in the palm of his right hand as he drew her face up and forward and he stepped toward her. His lips met hers in a light kiss that he held for just an instant but as he felt from her mind she was enjoying it the light kiss became a passionate one. After a long and heated moment he remembered where they were and who they were in the presence of and he grudgingly broke the kiss and backed away. He smiled and thought directly and only to her. ::We really have some things to discuss Alesia. I am anticipating when we can be alone to do so.:: Then he sighed as another call came in from Commander Belinia. (Reply: Commander Belinia) Alesia looked up at him with bright eyes, discovering a part of herself when with him that was utterly different than her marine self. ::You're the Counselor:: She began. ::You would know best:: She listened to the news from Belinia's team. He had left Peters, the medical officer and the young new Counselor alone while he and Ketal went back to the ship with the books and documents they had acquired. ::We should find a place to all meet up...:: Alesia began as she held her head in distress. ::PETERS!!!!:: She shouted, focusing all her thoughts on him. ::He's under attack!:: She fair shouted, hoping that she could do something to help him. ::NO!!!!:: She shouted again, feeling him pass out. She knew Riven was there, he was holding her hand. ::We have to get to him!!:: Riven almost shouted to the Commander. "Commander beam us back to the shuttle please, the remainder of your group are being attacked, we need to pool our forces now!" (Reply: Commander Belinia, any)(Posted by Melinda and Charles) (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais, plaza - Ensign Travis Keswick -1642) "Dr. Mias and Miss Trenor are with Commander Belinia. He ordered all of you to report in about 15 minutes ago. Several of his team members were kidnapped. Can you contact him, Ensign ?" Travis realizing his mistake He replied "Yes captain I will do that right a way." "Can you contact the shuttle?" the Captain added "I will try captain" Vanyssa sighed. "We have your coordinates, Ensign, I would suggest staying there, I will have Commander Belinia rendezvous with you as soon as possible " Mystique out." (Reply Jansen iyw.) (posted by Travis) (USS Mystique -Bridge, CO - Captain Vanyssa Winters - 1640) =^= Ensign Keswick to the Mystique please respond =^= Vanyssa, pacing her bridge again, was vaguely angry at Keswick. "Mystique here, Ensign. Report." =^= I'm here with Mr. Jansen. Dr Mias or Miss Alesia are missing. What should we do =^= She tried very hard not to be a smart ass as she replied, "Dr. Mias and Miss Trenor are with Commander Belinia. He ordered all of you to report in about 15 minutes ago. Several of his team members were kidnapped. Can you contact him, Ensign ?" (reply Keswick) "Can you contact the shuttle?" (reply Keswick) Vanyssa sighed. "We have your coordinates, Ensign, I would suggest staying there, I will have Commander Belinia rendezvous with you as soon as possible " Mystique out." She looked over at Herk. "Any word on the Colony ship?" She asked, somewhat hopefully. (reply Herk, Keswick, any) (posted by Melinda :-) (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais, plaza - Ensign Travis Keswick -1645) Travis turned to Ensign Jansen "How are you holding up over there. He said to the young and vary scared ensign. (Reply Jansen) "Good just keep breathing and remember I'm right here." Travis started spiting out more blood do to the broken ribs and internal bleeding and trying to hide the extreme pain that he was so not to scare Jansen any more then he was. =/\= Ensign Keswick to Commander Belinia respond =/\= (Reply Belinia) =/\= I'm here with Mr. Jansen and he is scared but he is doing well as for me I was injured in a fight =/\= (reply Belinia) =/\= No Sir. I can continue =/\= ( Reply Belinia) =/\= understood we will stand by for you arrive Keswick out =/\= Stardate:240.10.19 Stardate:2406.11.225 (USS Nimitz – Personal Quarters - TAC/SC - Ensign {SG} Paul Casely - 2003) Paul kicked off his boots after entering his quarters. It had been a long day and he was still feeling the loss of people who were his friends. He peered at his collar in the mirror and viewed the solid pip, the one that Captain Sash had taken from his own collar. He ran his finger over it, it was amazing… but at what cost had he achieved this? In less than a day he'd become responsible for all tactical planning and all security onboard this vessel... directly responsible to the captain with a staff of his own. It was a lot to get used to. “Computer, set wake up for 0200,” stated Paul. [Time set.] stated the computer as Paul flopped down on his bed fully clothed. He had a lot to think about and a lot to consider. He would do well getting six hours sleep, if that was possible at the moment. Paul knew it wouldn’t be enough, but no one would be working on maximum rest for the next while. Six hours should refresh him enough to be effective.  “Computer, play programme theta,” stated Paul. ~Some ancient Earth music might be nice for a change.~ With that, the strains of a song filled Paul’s quarters. The lyrics of one his favourite artists from the 21st centuries when he was forced to study music history in secondary school. “you know the way that things go when what you fight for starts to fall and in that fuzzy picture the writing stands out on the wall so clearly on the wall send out the signals deep and loud and in this place, can you reassure me with a touch, a smile – while the cradle’s burning all the while the world is turning to noise oh the more that it’s surrounding us the more that it destroys turn up the signal wipe out the noise send out the signals deep and loud man I’m losing sound and sight of all those who can tell me wrong from right when all things beautiful and bright sink in the night yet there’s still something in my heart that can find a way to make a start to turn up the signal wipe out the noise” The lyrics seemed especially poignant to Paul at the moment as he drifted off to sleep listening and thinking about the day’s events and what was yet to come. Stardate:2406.11.28 (USS Boudicca - Bridge, Cmdr West - 0938) "The Nimitz has engaged, Sir." West didn't directly acknowledge the order, though he did tap a button on the command chair. "Extraction team, this is the bridge. Prepare for launch, eta five minutes and counting." (reply: if desired) Trevan cut the line and said a silent prayer, "Red Alert, all hands to battle stations. Arm the phasers and torpedoes, get ready to drop the cloak and raise shields on my mark." (reply: any, all) (USS Boudicca - Bridge, Cmdr West - 0944) Trevan looked at the tactical screen and very carefully wiped some sweat away from his forehead. One of the three visible defense ships had pulled away, leaving one Sovereign and one Defiant for the Boudicca. There was one more ship on patrol within 25 minutes, and who knew how many cloaked ships. A Sovereign and a Defiant, that would be a fairly tough fight. Nothing to hard for a ship like the Boudicca, under an experienced crew. Trevan, however, was not experienced. No time to think about that now. "It's as good as its going to get." He muttered. "Tactical, lock targets on the Sovereign... the USS Forestal, and pound her as we decloak." He paused, "As planned, tie the shields and cloak to the shuttle." He tapped a button, "Extraction team, you are go to launch." A couple seconds passed. And then, without warning, the lights brightened as the cloak dropped automatically. The computer had tied all cloak and shield control into the shuttle, the second the shuttle had left the shield had begun to drop. The cloaking bleed would serve to protect the shuttle for a few more seconds, hopefully long enough for Boudicca to target everything in the area and give them a beating. They wouldn't be able to go after the shuttle if they were fighting for their lives. He leaned back in the chair, gripping the arms tightly as he watched the combat scroll. As soon as the ship had raised shields, the Tactical officer had begun pounding the enemy with everything the Boudicca had to bare. The Sovereign was showing it already, she hadn't been prepared for this. "Shift targets at will," and bring us to course 321 mark 32." He said (reply: Any, all) (posted by Trout)