Compile summary Your adoring CO ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.18 (USS Mystique - Sickbay- Lt. Commander Mason Garrett -1733) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.19 (USS Mystique - Main engineering - Engineer Lt. Narrah Kusto- 0639) (USS Mystique - Deck D - Tactical Chief, 2/0 Lt. Jason Dema- 0640) (USS Mystique - Deck 8 - 3rd Lieutenant Xavier Dugal and Private Constance Ceniche- 0641) (USS Mystique - Deck 8 - 3rd Lieutenant Xavier Dugal and Private Constance Ceniche- 0642) (USS Mystique - Deck 8, Armory & turbo lift to Deck 7 - ATAC Ensign Ammon Ranae - 0643) (USS Mystique - Life Sciences Labs – CSO, Lt. Cmdr Holis Gralen - 0643) (USS Mystique - Primary Science Labs – CSO, Lt. Cmdr Holis Gralen - 0644) (USS Mystique – Passageway just down from Sickbay-Chief of Security John Frederics, 0645) (USS Mystique – Roaming the halls as needed, Security Chief John Fredericks 06:46) (USS Mystique - Life Sciences Labs - Asst Ensign Naraht (jg) - 0647) (USS Mystique - Primary Science Labs – CSO, Lt. Cmdr Holis Gralen - 0648) (USS Mystique - Science Labs - Ensign Rooker - 0649) (USS Mystique - Main engineering - Engineer Lt. Narrah Kusto- 0650) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ begin compile Stardate: 2407.02.18 (USS Mystique - Sickbay- Lt. Commander Mason Garrett -1733) "I can certainly see the need for that Commander, however I have a couple of questions regarding that point that need answered before I decide who to send. Firstly is the EMH up and running and secondly will they move into quarters on the Hades or return to the Mystique at the end of their shift. Frankly Sir, I would like to send Commander Kirien over. In my estimation she is the logical choice, however she has family aboard the Mystique and it would not be fair to expect her to commute back and forward to look after her children." "Actually, the people you send will be moving into quarters on the Hades," Mason told her. "So they must be ready to settle in right away. The transference process from the Myste will take about a week thereafter, so everyone will have time to move the bulk of their personal belongings, but their new residence will be on the Hades. As for the EMH, Engineering should have main power running by tomorrow, so all primary and emergency systems will be operational. And now that you mention it, tell your people to check ALL systems, including the EMH, first thing to make sure everything is working smoothly. Geneva has been working hard getting the Hades operational since before we got her. I trust their expertise, but we don't want common errors leading to unpleasant surprises should an emergency situation arise." Marto nodded, "Very well, given that, I'll speak to the people I think most suitable and send you a list of my suggestions along with the transfer schedule." "Thank you, Doctor," he said politely then transcended to another subject. "Doctor. One question about your upcoming wedding if I may." Marto leant back in her chair and sighed. "Fire away Commander. Believe me you aren't the first." "What would be an appropriate matrimonial gift for a human and Bajoran union," he asked. "I've been to a number of Vulcan weddings, and two so-called traditional Earth ceremonies but I'm not familiar with Bajoran and Klingon marital customs. And what about attire. Would dress uniforms be correct?" Marto put her head in her hands and then looking up the Mason shook her head. "Frankly, I have no idea. The only other wedding that I took any part in was Bajoran. I married another member of the Resistance and it took fifteen minutes. We did have a small party afterwards, and I stress the word small. We didn't have the resources to do anything big and since we were going on a raid the next day the last thing any of us needed frankly, was a hangover." "To be honest Sir I am not sure yet what kind of ceremony this will be yet. That will probably be decided tomorrow once both our families meet. However, Bajoran weddings are simple and short, there is a vow and a blessing and that is it. As for gifts, I understand that the human custom is to give gifts to the couple, however on Bajor that has never been a tradition. As for Klingon practice, well, I suggest you need to go ask Travis about that one, since all I know of it is that if we go that way then I need to prove myself to his mother before she will accept me as a daughter of her house." Mason wondered if that meant Klingon-style combat. A mental image of Dr. Vren wielding Klingon weapons flashed through his mind and it was mildly amusing. He'd been training in the Klingon martial styles with Bartok for several months and was barely more than a novice. "Exactly, I can just see me doing that too, not, and as for picking up a Batleth, well for Prophets sake, look at me, it's almost as tall as I am. I'll keel over as soon as I try to pick the d**n thing up. As for dress, to be honest, what matters to Travis and I is that our friends are there. What you wear is immaterial. Wear what you feel most comfortable in and enjoy yourself. Neither Travis or I will care what you wear to the ceremony as long as you are there." "Wouldn't miss it," Mason assured her rising to his feet. "Thank you, doctor." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.19 (USS Mystique - Main engineering - Engineer Lt. Narrah Kusto- 0639) Lieutenant Narrah carefully removed a sheet of paneling and readied himself for another explosion that was likely to take his life. But nothing happened. He wasn't aware that he was holding his breath until he inhaled for the first time, and wasn't aware he had shut his eyes until he reopened them. He could hear Alcott filling her lungs as well and wondered whether they had shared the same thoughts of death. Thank the Prophets he was still alive. He moved slowly to peer within the engine work of the Life Support system. Nothing happened. He allowed a sigh of relief to escape his chest and began to replace the paneling. There was only one problem now. The bomb had to be elsewhere. He closed his eyes again as he got back to his feet and said a silent prayer. He then looked at Alcott and smiled as best he could. She returned the smile, looking almost as nervous as Kusto felt. Then, he hit his Comm badge. "Narrah to Harper," He said, controlling his voice with ever bit of his will power, "We have checked the life support. Nothing was found." There was silence as the Chief thought for a moment and finally a reply came over the system, =^=I'll check up on the other members of the search, Narrah, you keep doin' what you're doin'.=^= Kusto couldn't understand the Harper's inability to hide his emotions while on duty, but he daren't question it. Being a Bajoran he understood emotion, but Harper seemed to wear his heart on his sleeve at all times. The new Chief was nervous.He resisted the urge to contact Mason Garrett. He was probably even more tied up than Harper was. Kusto trusted and respected Norm, but Mason had always seemed more cool in the face of a crisis. "Any ideas?" He looked at Alcott who was finally regaining her composure. "I'd like to thump whoever did this." In saying so she admitted both her frustration and her lack of thoughts. "I'm sure we all would," Kusto allowed a small grin past his military emotionlessness and nodded toward the human, "But let's leave that the the senior officers, shall we?" -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.19 (USS Mystique - Deck D - Tactical Chief, 2/0 Lt. Jason Dema- 0640) Jason and his group were in the Sail Torpedo Magazine when the call came in from Ensign Ammon that they were entering the armory. =^= ....Sir, are marines on their way to guard this Armory? =^= Jason cursed. "The guard must have been drawn away for some reason Ensign, there are normally guards stationed at the armory. I'm assuming it's the confusion caused by the captain's orders to seal the decks. Heads are going to roll over this. I'm going to contact the MCO and security chief and get this straightened out now!" =^= Aye Sir, we will carry out our search, they should arrive shortly.=^= Was her reply. Jason signed off and tapped his combadge again. "Major Lee, Lieutenant Fredericks I want a guard on the armory and I want it now!" There wasn't time to quibble with interdepartmental jurisdictions with a mad bomber aboard and as he was the ships 2/0 he had every right to demand accountability in this instance, he would deal with it later, right now he was pissed. (Reply: Fredericks) =^= I am informing second Lieutenant Trenor of my displeasure over the situation and having marines rerouted to sensitive areas, =^= Rich Lee commed in. =^= And I'm going to kick some ass over this Lieutenant, just as soon as I arrive on the ship. Expect to have every marine scrubbing the toilets with toothbrushes and licking the jeffries tubes clean onfiltered=^= In the heat of the crisis Jason had forgotten the MCO was on Geneva attending to marine business but it was good he was dropping it to return to the ship and was at least as upset as Jason was which meant a woeful time for the marine contingent on the Mystique. Jason smiled grimly as Major Lee terminated the connection to give Alesia instructions. The next report from Ranae though was worse. "A bomb in the armory?" This was looking more and more like an inside job. "Do NOT leave the area until the marines have arrived Ensign, I repeat do NOT leave the area until you are relieved." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.19 (USS Mystique - Deck 8 - 3rd Lieutenant Xavier Dugal and Private Constance Ceniche- 0641) The group of four marines in BDU guarding the fighter maintenance hanger were on high alert as yet another explosion rocked the ship, Xavier growled. "Let 'em try to get in here." he hefted his phaser rifle as he turned his Palas helmeted head slightly to shout at the two searching the hanger. "Report!" "Nothing so far, SIR!" Shouted Private Merriweather. "How much longer private?" "Five minutes at the most sir!" Was the reply. The voice of Seconfiltered=/= 3rd Lieutenant Dugal take one of your men and proceed to the Armory now! Relieve the tactical team there. =/= He didn't ask questions like where was the ****ed security guard that was supposed to be there. ~Tactical?~ "Yes sir!" "Ceniche with me!" he shouted."Merriweather continue searching, Ku'fon guard this door!" "Aye sir!" He didn't turn to see if Ceniche was following him. he could hear her booted feet ringing on the deckplates behind him as he shot out the door, crouching to avoid possible fire,as he cleared the door he scanned the hall and seeing nothing broke into a sprint for the armory. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.19 (USS Mystique - Deck 8 - 3rd Lieutenant Xavier Dugal and Private Constance Ceniche- 0642) The armory was just ahead and a group of three in gold were in position before it. The marine set his phaser rifle in position though not pointing it near them yet as he cleared the corner and challenged them. "3rd Lieutenant Dugal assuming his post, you are relieved of guard duty." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.19 (USS Mystique - Deck 8, Armory & turbo lift to Deck 7 - ATAC Ensign Ammon Ranae - 0643) When Ensign Ammon reported that they were entering the armory and asked if some marines were being dispatched to guard it, her superior, Lt. Dema cursed. Apparently as Ranae had thought, guards should have been stationed there. He surmised that they'd been drawn away in the confusion caused by Captain Saleke's orders to seal the decks. He informed her that he'd contact the Marine and security chiefs and get it sorted out. Ranae acknowledged and told him her team would continue their search. ~Obviously somebody or bodies are going to be in deep kaka!~ Ranae thought as she searched methodically for any sign of a bomb or bombs. ~I wouldn't want to be in their boots.~ Two marines entered the corridor and hefted their phaser rifles at the ready. One spoke up in a challenging tone as they cleared the corner. "3rd Lieutenant Dugal assuming his post, you are relieved of guard duty." "Ensign Ammon acknowledging." Ranae replied. "It's all yours, we will continue our search." They entered the Armory and began another meticulous search of the area. A few minutes later Senogles called urgently to her that he'd found something unusual. It was a small device tucked between a bulkhead and equipment locker. After observing it, Ranae recognized that it was a Klingon device, primed but that the timer was latent. She stood up and ordered Senogles and En'dara out of the room while she made sure there were no others, but she didn't find any more. Having done that, she joined them outside and requested that the Marines (who'd arrived several minutes before), report the bomb's presence to their superior officer so it could be disarmed while her team moved on to the next deck. They headed to the turbolift and Ranae commed Dema to make him aware of the new situation. =^=A bomb in the armory?...Do NOT leave the area until the marines have arrived Ensign, I repeat do NOT leave the area until you are relieved.=^= Dema ordered. "We have just been relieved, Sir...Now we're heading to Deck 7." She replied, stepping through the open door of the turbo lift and turned around to face the closing doors, just in time to see Fredericks, the Chief of Security materializing before the Armory entrance. She hoped he didn't startle the marines to much so they would'nt shoot first and ask questions later. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2407.02.19 (USS Mystique - Life Sciences Labs – CSO, Lt. Cmdr Holis Gralen - 0643) “Nothing that I can see here, sir, but will you hand me a light to shine in here?" "What? Oh yes." Holis took a flashlight to where Wilkes was standing before a ventilation grill. After a moment of looking into the shaft Wilkes gave a sigh of satisfaction. "Nothing else here sir." At that moment the life sciences lab doors opened and two marines entered carefully after scanning the room, one was clad in BDU, the other was not and although Holis didn't recognize her Wilkes apparently did. " We're in good hands now Chief, I recommend we evacuate the area so she can work." "Let's go then," Holis said and motioned to Naraht. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.19 (USS Mystique - Primary Science Labs – CSO, Lt. Cmdr Holis Gralen - 0644) "So who was that female marine that was with the one in BDU?" Holis asked as he walked into the labs in search of another bomb and hoping desperately not to find one. "I don't remember her name but she's a combat engineer and was captain Winter's bodyguard. If anyone on board can disarm that thing it's her." "Good," Holis said as he began scanning the room. "First time I've heard of a combat engineer but she doesn't sound like someone to trifle with, anything Naraht?" -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.19 (USS Mystique – Passageway just down from Sickbay-Chief of Security John Frederics, 0645) John was just about to the sickbay when his badge went off again. As soon as he had touched it a voice blared over the tiny speaker . =^=Major Lee, Lieutenant Fredericks I want a guard on the armory and I want it now.=^= It was Dema, the ships 2O. John was a little confused. There is normally a guard stationed at the armory anyway and he knew he had sent a team there after things started going to hell. Wishing he had the secret for cloaning John responded. "Fredericks here, I’m on it. Security" John said as he contacted the security office. "Get someone who isn’t already three places at once and send them down to the sickbay, get another team to environmental control and help get that area evacuated." He cut off the comm. without waiting for a response and immediately hit it again calling for one of his team in the shuttle. "Conners, use the transporter on the shuttle and beam me directly to the armory, then contact someone in the environmental control area and see if you can help get people out." He cut the transmission after his man acknowledged the order and waited while the transporter effect took him. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.19 (USS Mystique – Roaming the halls as needed, Security Chief John Fredericks 06:46) John was going over the reports of discovered and unfortunately exploded bombs that had been located throughput the Mystique when his comm. badge went off. Welcoming any distraction at this point he acknowledged the call. "Fredericks here." It was the Captain. =^=Lieutenant Fredericks we have a report of a bomb on deck sixteen in the environmental control, Lieutenant Keswick is attempting to defuse the device, evacuation of the area is warranted.=^= " Aye, sir. I’ll have a team head there now and get every one clear. I’m on my way right now to the sick bay, I just had a report of an explosion from there." Capt Saleke paused for a moment and then asked about Vren Marto. " Dr. Marto shows to be living and I haven’t had any reports of any casualties from “that” explosion yet. I’ll know more when I get there." The comm. was quiet a moment then Saleke continued. =^=That makes a total of eight of these explosive devices accounted for with five detonated, continue the search until the ship is completely cleaned. I want no possibility unchecked.=^= " Understood" John replied.He hurried to the lift to take him down to sickbay. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.19 (USS Mystique - Life Sciences Labs - Asst Ensign Naraht (jg) - 0647) At that moment the life sciences lab doors opened and two marines entered carefully after scanning the room, one was clad in BDU, the other was not and although Holis didn't recognize her Wilkes apparently did. “We’re in good hands now Chief, I recommend we evacuate the area so she can work." "Let's go then," Holis said and motioned to Naraht. “Yes sir, I guess we will need to look elsewhere sir. I’ll bet we’re not out of the rock pit yet,” said Naraht. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.19 (USS Mystique - Primary Science Labs – CSO, Lt. Cmdr Holis Gralen - 0648) "So who was that female marine that was with the one in BDU?" Holis asked as he walked into the labs in search of another bomb and hoping desperately not to find one. "I don't remember her name but she's a combat engineer and was captain Winter's bodyguard. If anyone on board can disarm that thing it's her." "Good," Holis said as he began scanning the room. "First time I've heard of a combat engineer but she doesn't sound like someone to trifle with, anything Naraht?" “I don’t see anything yet specifically sir, but it could be hidden to where I can’t see it right away; we will have to keep looking.” Naraht paused and turned his speaker grill toward the CSO. “Should we do the same thing again and I look down under edges and in the lower storage cupboards and cracks and crannies, you and Wilkes split up the rest between you? It sure seemed to work well before and you and Wilkes can also check those ventilation shafts from up above better than I can.” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2407.02.19 (USS Mystique - Science Labs - Ensign Rooker - 0649) Rooker made sure nobody was looking as he slid his moved his hand holding the small rod-shaped device. Lying flat on his back with his torso half-inside a maintenance hatch under a lab workstation did not give him the best vantage point but the surrounding desks hid him from most prying eyes. He listened to the light warbling of Cindy Darson's tricorder just a few pases away and was satisfied that she was concentrating on something else. Once she had her mind set intently on a task, the rest of the universe tended to fade from her mind. He activated his own tricorder again so that she and everyone else in the room could hear it and thereby assume he was looking for bombs the same as they were. He weaved his fingers through a spider's web of circuity twisting them enough to allow a clear view of the connection board beyond. Unplugging one of the flexible tubes he replaced it with his device then conected the tube to his it. A tiny blue light blinked on the end of the rod as it sought a connection with the tricorder in his hand. When the light stayed on he crawled out of the stations innards and rose to his knees. Moving his fingers with expert deft and precision over the panel he brought a blank display screen to life. "How did you do that?" Cindy asked after being distracted by whatever he was doing. Rooker felt himself tense slightly. "Um -- I made a crosspatch on the central circuit board and interfaced this stations processors with my tricorder." It was half-true. She moved a few sweat-soaked strands of hair out of her face and curled them around her right ear. "You made a what?" "A cross-patch," he uttered the word again wondering if he'd just made a serious mistake. From the look on her face he wasn't at all sure she believed him. ~Dammit does the woman know computers too,~ he thought. Her file didn't show that, but she was very intelligent. A real credit to the human race. ~Your boyfriend might be an alien-lover but at least your not sleeping outside of your own species,~ he thought of her admiringly. Cindy shook her head, not understanding his 'technical' explanation. "Whatever that is, it's working," she said and was about to go back to scanning when she saw his intent gaze. ~This is getting tiresome,~ flashed through her mind as she leveled an ominous glare at him through narrowed slits for several seconds until he turned back to the panel. Shaking her head she went back to her search. Rooker relaxed as her attention moved away from him then he began working the control panel again. He brought up a display that showed the locations of all the bombs now accounted for by the Myste's crew, whether exploded or found. One detail caught his attention, and it caused him to choke back an oath that came out of his throat like a sharp throttling sound. "What's the matter?" Cindy's voice said flatly, apparently hoping, and probably also dreading, that he'd found a bomb. She covered the distance between them quickly her eyes locking onto the display in front of him. Her mind took in the multi-colored readout and quickly interpreted the information. She didn't muffle her oath, though hers issued for an altogether different reason. "That last blast was Sickbay. Sickbay!" She stood erect her fists clenched at her sides wanting for all the universe to hit someone. "Those ba$^@&%$!." Her smallish fist lifted as if poised to strike. Rooker tensed ready to dodge a blow. He knew she didn't like him anyway and he figured he must be a tempting target. He saw the look in her eyes, like she was about to start crying, and suddenly had the strangest notion to apologize to her though he knew he couldn't. He could undertand her pain. There was a certain glory in killing for a right cause, though such extreme were regrettable. But everything would only work out for the greater good. With any luck, that Bajoran whore would've been caught in the explosion, thus ending the mismatched matrimony. Cindy drew in a breath and dropped her hand flustered. The other searchers, mostly volunteers who'd joined in late like Rooker, moved closer from all corners of the room. Someone else swore louder than Cindy had. One of them said vehmently, "If they catch 'em, I hope the Captain straps their own bloody bombs to their own bloody backs and shoots them into space in a photon tube." Without speaking another word Cindy stalked back to the panel she'd been inspecting, picked up her tricorder from the floor and went back to a slow methodical search. Rooker could see her movements were very deliberate at first and her jaw set tight. From past observation, he'd learned it always looked like that when she was struggling to keep her temper under control. He looked at the screen and watched a small moving dot which was a single shuttle flitting around outside the Mystique. All the other ordinance had been found or detonated. That last one was going to be his coup-de-grace It was also intended to be of sufficient force and commit sufficient damage to let him get off the ship in the confusion. When that shuttle went up it would've taken out the entire flight deck and several adjacent levels. By the time, everybody figured out that he was not one of the casualties, he would be long gone. He then wondered with a chill, just how long Nigel Farnham and his mercenary hirelings would wait for him. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.19 (USS Mystique - Main engineering - Engineer Lt. Narrah Kusto- 0650) After several minutes of uncertainty Alcott and Kusto decided to return to the other members of the search party. Kusto had located Cristee and Selaan and he and Alcott now made their way toward them. Selaan was halfway up a Jefferies Tube, his upper torso lost in the darkness of the tube and his legs were being held by his Betazoid partner. "Checking in the small places," Cristee greeted them. Selaan's foot twitched against Cristees shoulder and she began to loosen her grip on his legs to allow him to slide backward until Selaan stood on his own two feet in front of Kusto. Kusto was always surprised by the Vulcan's perfectly willing smile even though Selaan had told him countless times that the follow of logic was a choice, and a choice that he didn't want to make. "Besides," he often said, "laughing is good for your abs," then he would laugh again. "Anything?" Selaan asked. He wasn't an engineer, he was an ops officer, but he often came to help with odd jobs in the engines. And he was always welcome to get his hands dirty. "A heart attack," Alcott said, "But not much else. You?" Selaan stuck a thumb over his shoulder at the tube. "There's something up there," he said, "but I'm not sure what it is. I was going to call Harper, but I want to take another look." Kusto rubbed his hand on the back of his neck and wiped sweat from his forehead, "Maybe we should just contact the Chief?" he suggested, "It wouldn't be fun to discover that it is a bomb by having it explode in our faces." Selaan reached up to pull himself into the Jefferies tube with his upper body strength, "I'll come right out if anything looks too suspicious. I came down just now because I heard voices and wanted to make sure I wasn't going crazy." He chuckled and as he rose Cristee took hold of his legs once more. The explosion was small and unexpected. Selaan's legs stiffened and just as suddenly fell limp as smoke began to drift from the open tube. The bomb had been wired poorly, and only managed to shake a small portion of the main engineering section, but was still enough to badly injure, if not kill the closest thing to it. Kusto stepped forward and took the Vulcan's waist as Cristee lowered him out of the tube. He was breathing, but green blood oozed out of the mangled and burned flesh of his face and arms. Alcott muffled a scream into a whimper and Cristee stood with her mouth gaping. "Cristee," Kusto suddenly snapped back into his military authority, "contact Harper and fill him in on what happened." He held Selaan in his arms, not caring about the blood and stained his uniform. "Alcott," he began to turn away, "Alert sick bay that I will be there shortly!" He didn't hesitate. Not only was Selaan a good officer, but he was a good friend as well. He ran to the turbo lift, barked his destination and prayed the Prophets would give him speed. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------