compile summary Your adoring CO ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2407.02.18 (USS Mystique - Ten forward - ACSO Ensign SG Taya - 1757) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.19 (Starbase Geneva - Personal Quarters - ASEC- Ensign Baylon Tinin - 0655) (USS Mystique – Just outside of the armory-LT John Fredericks, Chief of security - 0701) (USS Mystique - Science Labs - Ensign Cynthia Darson and Ensign Rooker - 0702) (USS Hades - Deck 7 - Ensign Noonan Foran - 0703) (USS mystique shuttle craft Orion-Chief of Security- LT Fredericks - 0704) (USS Mystique - Primary Science Labs - CSO, Lt. Cmdr Holis Gralen - 0705) (USS Mystique - Emergency Medical Bay - Holodeck 1- Chief Nurse Kitty Fisher - 0706) (USS Mystique - Bridge - CO, Captain Saleke -0707) (USS Mystique – Passageway outside armory-Ensigns Conners and Rysic – 0708) (USS Mystique - Sickbay - Senior Counselor, Dr. Riven Mias- 0709) (Starbase Geneva - Security Office Briefing Room - ASEC- Ensign Baylon Tinin 0710) (USS Mystique - Holodeck 1 - Senior Counselor, Dr. Riven Mias- 0711) (USS Mystique - Holodeck 1 - Chief Nurse Kitty Fisher - 0712) (USS Mystique - Holodeck/Sickbay - AOPS/CONN, Ens(jg) Ash Physioc - 0713) ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- begin compile Stardate: 2407.02.18 (USS Mystique - Ten forward - ACSO Ensign SG Taya - 1757) "I guess if you're concerned whether Lt. Dema would approve or not, you should ask him...But short hair would be very cute on you, the length somewhere between your chin and ears and wispy... Definitely not as cropped as mine is!" Taya smiled and nodded as Ranae started buttering rolls and her own food order was placed on the table. "If a man cares more for yoor hair dan for you, It's not vorth the trouble." Taya looked up at Rosanov and tilted her head to the side, "i suppose that's true but i don't know. O well i'll sleep on it." Taya smiled at the man and started eating her food. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2407.02.19 (Starbase Geneva - Personal Quarters - ASEC- Ensign Baylon Tinin - 0655) Baylon was awake, but just barely. He had stayed up way too late the night before and had consumed more Andorian Whiskey than he had intended. The Andorian personnel on Geneva had made it a personal challenge when they had seen his chakra, and he couldn't really have disappointed them. Still, three unconscious Andorians and three bottles of Andorian Whiskey later, Trinin had managed to stumble back to his quarters without too much incident. He was dimly aware that today was Saturday and supposedly his day off shift, but he could hear the door chime ringing rather incessantly. Trinin, pulled on a tee-shirt and drug himself out of his bed. His uniform tunic was crumpled in a heap on the floor near the head and one of his shoes was near the entry to his cabin, the other was still on his left foot. He shook his head which made his vision swim, then kicked of his other shoe once he had regained his equilibrium. The chime buzzed again. "I'm coming already!" he shouted at the door. The noise caused his head to throb. He made his way across the floor, barely avoiding the obstacle course of clothes that he had shed the night before. And reached the door. He placed a hand to his mouth and blew. He sniffed his breath and decided it was almost as proof as the bottle they had drank the night before. After making sure he was wearing pants, he leaned against the doorframe. He cycled the door. Standing there in the corridor were two Geneva security Officers, Robertson and Parker. They looked past him into the disheveled quarters then regarded him. "You okay, Baylon?" Robertson asked him, a touch of concern in his voice. "Yeah fine, just a little sleepy that's all. What's up?" he replied. Careful not to breathe directly on either officer. "We were sent to check on you since you didn't respond to your commbadge." Parker said. Baylon turned back around and regarded the crumpled uniform tunic, the commbadge was probably buried under the pile of fabric. "Sorry about that," he replied," it's Saturday, my off-duty day, I was sleeping in a bit and didn't hear it." Robertson leaned close to Baylon and sniffed. "You're drunk!" he stated, " A bit early don't you think?" "Actually, Trinin replied, " I'm hung over and haven't showered yet. I was drinking with the Andorians last night, and they nearly won." he smiled. "Well, you'd better get your ass in gear, Trinin" Parker stated, "we have a security briefing in 15 minutes in the security office. I wouldn't be late if I were you." "Right! Briefing in security in 10 minutes, I got it. I'll be there frosty and ready to go!" Trinin replied. "And do something about your breath will you?" Robertson added. then turning to his partner said, "Come on, let's get going." After the two men left, Trinin replicated a quick breakfast, took a sonic shower and replicated a fresh uniform. He brushed his teeth and with a few minutes to spare raced to the security office for his briefing. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.19 (USS Mystique – Just outside of the armory-LT John Fredericks, Chief of security - 0701) John materialized just outside the armory and found himself facing two marines. Being as all parties had weapons aimed at each other and that he was new on this ship John raised his phaser rifle up a little and slightly to the side to present a less aggressive presence. He wasn’t too concerned about the marines knowing their training should stop them from shooting on sight but it was a little hard to apologize to someone after you burned a hole through them. He also hoped that they had been informed as to his addition to the Security Dept. “I’m John Fredericks, Security Chief, I was told there wasn’t any body guarding the Armory. Guess my info was a little dated. Glad to see you guys down here”. As he was trying to discover who the two Marines were there was a shimmer off to his left. As one John and the Marines turned to face the new comers.He relaxed though when he noticed they were from his dept, then grew concerned because the last he knew they were in the shuttle currently outside the Mystique.. “LT.” Rysic began. “We found a bomb on the outside of the shuttle but were not able to get to it or transport it from the shuttle”. Lowering his weapon John asked where the shuttle was currently. Conners answered. We headed it away from the ship towards he station entrance sir”. ~Great, that’s all I need, A shuttle going BOOM in the station or slamming into something on its way in or out of the main doors~ John tapped the comm. badge To reach security in the hanger. “ This is Fredericks, Get another shuttle transporter on line and beam me to the Orion. Move !!” John hit the comm. badge again. “FO Garrett, We have a situation in the shuttle. There is another bomb in it. I am going over to see if I can get rid of it or worst case get the shuttle out of the Geneva”.As he finished speaking the beam took him. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.19 (USS Mystique - Science Labs - Ensign Cynthia Darson and Ensign Rooker - 0702) Rooker was not comfortable with the crowd that had gathered around the computer console looking at the display of green and red dots imposed over a scaled three-dimensional graphic of the Myste. The red represented the exploded bombs and the green the unexploded. All had been found except the one on the shuttle now moving outside of the ship. A green dot on the shuttle marked another unexploded bomb, but nobody knew about that one as yet. He shut off the display screen before someone in the collection of scientific minds nearby made the next logical connection. Rooker swore mentally at his ill-luck. That bomb on the shuttle had been set with a sensor block to make it more difficult to find. He wanted that one to go off to help him escape. It might still serve that purpose, although having it go off INSIDE the ship would've accomplished a better diversion. To his relief, the sullen crowd around him dispersed back to their searching without anyone challenging him on the data display. He relaxed after a minute. A moment later, Holis Gralen's voice came through over Cindy's com. =^=Taya, Ms. Darson report, have you found anything?=^= "We've found nothing here commander," Cynthia replied. "Ensign Rooker managed to pull up a display of all the bombs found or exploded on the ship. The last explosion was in Sickbay." She spoke the last with a harsh bite. (REply: Gralen) "He used some technique called a crosspatch to interface with his tricorder." "Actually sir," Rooker interrupted at that point realizing he was forced to walk a fine-line because of the false technobabble he'd thrown out to Cindy Darson. That had been a stupid mistake but maybe he could salvage the situation. "Crosspatch is a bit of lingo my friends and I made up at the Academy," he lied. "I used a remote bypass enhancement device to allow one of the computer station's here to pick up my tricorder data." That was at least close to the truth. The device he'd used worked similarly to the Starfleet version but had a few additional advancements worked into it. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.19 (USS Hades - Deck 7 - Ensign Noonan Foran - 0703) Noonan checked the numbers on her register again then fed in more data to the power feed regulator. This juntion box seemed to have become reticent than usual in its failure to direct the power flow which was making her more pensive than usual. She made another adjustment, minute in its variation, the numbers change slightly and relief washed over her. But it was short lived. The numbers again fell back almost to the level they'd been before. Frustrated, she grabbed a self-adjusting spanner and slammed it down on the box's hard polycarbonate casing. "Work, damn you! Or I'll rip you out of there and throw you into the mass disposal." A ripple of laughter from a small group of techs working a few paces down the main conduit replaced her ire with chagrin. She drew in a deep breath and proceeded to make another adjustment. =^=Lieutenant Harper to Noonan Foran,=^= her new CEO's voice cut into the rythmic hum of the power feed register. "Foran here," she responded. "I'm sure you've heard of the attacks on the Mystique," he started, "including an explosion in our sick bay." Noonan's heart sank when she heard the last part. After the initial shock she'd felt from the first explosions, she had sufficiently shielded her mind from the cacaphony of emotions that threatened to overwhelm her. But to find out someone had attacked Sickbay, the most sacred haven of all. Even in war one did not attack the helpless and the injured. But this was the worst atrocity yet. =^=Noonan, I need the Hades' sick bay up and running as soon as possible. I give you my personal permission to disregard whatever you are doing now and get down to sick bay... well, as long as it's not vital." "Yes sir," she replied after taking a moment to calm in her frayed nerves. "I'll get right on it." Noonan turned to the four techs. "Rollins. Come down on this end. You're now heir to this box of mischief. Maybe it'll like you better than me." "Yes mam," the tall, gangly man replied. Straining to keep the smirk off his face. Noonan sensed his amusement but turned and walked away without saying another word happy to be away from that particular job. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.19 (USS Mystique shuttle craft Orion-Chief of Security- LT Fredericks - 0704) John finished materializing on the Orion and raced to the control board. He saw the coarse the two security men had left entered in the board and made a mental note to have the two go through a lengthy coarse in emergency shuttle techniques ~If I live through this that is~ he thought to himself. He reset the controls to manual and plotted a coarse to take through to a seldom used area to a somewhat more empty part of space and then concentrated on getting the Orion through an increasingly more crowded part of the stations docking area since he was heading toward the outer doors. John activated the Orion’s communication center as he piloted the craft around a starship at a much faster rate of flight than was commonly allowed. =/\= Orion to Geneva control, request all incoming and outward bound vessels clear the doors. This is LT Fredericks of the Mystique and there is an unaccessable explosive device on this ship. I am heading it out to an unoccupied area, acknowledge.=/\= Geneva to Orion, Acknowledged, we are rerouting all ships now. John had to stop the small craft for a moment as the much larger ships lumbered their way clear of the great doors of the station. He wondered just how long he had and wished he had the time to check the bomb himself, he hated wasting a ship, even a shuttle if he didn’t have to but he couldn’t pilot and do bomb work at the same time. A chirp came from his comm badge startling him slightly, slapping the offending electronic device somewhat harder than he should have he replied a little irritably. “Fredericks here”. The answering voice replied a little questionly, probably due to the tone of John’s voice. =^=Ensign Trinin with Geneva Security Team Beta to Lieutenant Fredericks, requesting permission to come aboard.=^= A security team? After the commotion the Mystiques’ crew had been involved in he was a little surprised at the un-requested help showing up. “Permission granted. Take your team and report to the security office and draw a what ever you need from the lockers, then report to the main shuttle bay and give ensign Shaveret a hand. After this is over you will need to report to the FO. Fredericks out”. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.19.0558 (USS Mystique - Primary Science Labs - CSO, Lt. Cmdr Holis Gralen - 0705) =^- We've found nothing here commander,=^= Cynthia replied. =^=Ensign Rooker managed to pull up a display of all the bombs found or exploded on the ship. The last explosion was in Sickbay.=^= Holis caught the hard edge in her voice as she mentioned sickbay and he agreed with her implicitely. The thought of someone detonating one of the bombs over medical was an abombination. =^= He used some technique called a crosspatch to interface with his tricorder.=^= ~Crosspatch to interface with the tricorder? Hmmmm. And why did he need his tricorder to find out where the bombs were? If the computer is up and running he should have been able to pull the data from the sensors or the database.~ =^= Actually sir,=^= The voice that came through now was male, Holis knew it was one of his assistants but he hadn't yet had a chance to sit down and get acquainted with him. =^=Crosspatch is a bit of lingo my friends and I made up at the Academy. I used a remote bypass enhancement device to allow one of the computer station's here to pick up my tricorder data.=^= Holis was not fooled a bit by the jargon Kenneth Rooker was throwing out for a distraction, the information he was in possession of was far more interesting, also it was not necessary to use such an augmentation to the computer system as padds were made to be uploadable by StarFleet computers. "I see," Holis said slowly. "And when did you download the data from the ships computer as to the location of the explosions seeing as it has only been back up now for about five minutes? And since the data you would have to download would have been in the ships computer why was it necessary for you to use your tricorder to interface with it?" As he was talking Holis was thinking quickly, what deck had he sent Cynthia Darson to?" (Reply: Rooker) “Sir, while hunting for these bombs, I have been thinking. I believe we were supposed to find them, or at least most of them,” Naraht said from behind him. “I think that if the saboteur and any accomplices had wanted to destroy this ship, they could easily have done so. I think that they had another agenda in mind, and I suspect it has something to do with that hate filled group of stalks Humans for Humanity. I have some other ideas too, but I think I should talk to either the Captain or to the First Officer Mason Garret, or one or both of the Security Chiefs. I suspect this saboteur will not stop setting up more bombs until they and any accomplices are caught.” Holis tapped his comlink again as he replied. "I think we may very well have found one of them Mr. Naraht. Security Chief Fredericks I suggest you send a team to the science labs on deck six to pick up Ensign Rooker for questioning, he is in possession of data which I believe you might find fascinating." (Reply: John) "Yes Chief, deck 6, I think he might already be trying to get away though, he signed off rather suddenly as I was speaking to him. Cynthia Darson is also with him, he may try to use her as a hostage if I'm right." (Reply: John) "Now Naraht, Holis said as he signed off. "Let's finish our rounds before we have a formal interwiew with the Captain. I agree with you on all your points, the bombs could easily have been set to destroy the ship but were not. Right now though we need to make sure we have all of them accounted for." He paused. "As soon as security picks up Mr. Rooker I think we might find out where they all are rather quickly." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.19 (USS Mystique - Emergency Medical Bay - Holodeck 1- Chief Nurse Kitty Fisher - 0706) Kitty had deliberately sedated Marto again in the hope that rest would help her recover her memory. What Kitty badly needed however was another doctor to take over. She and the rest of the Sickbay crew could deal with the minor medical problems but they really needed a doctor on hand to deal with anything serious. Bye all means the badly injured were to be transferred to Geneva but a doctor was still needed to stabilise them before transfer and what worried Kitty the most was that someone might come through that door who was just too badly injured for them to deal with and that person might die before they could be transferred. Hopefully the staff and equipment from the station would be arriving soon. She watched as various personnel came through the doors with everything salvageable that they could carry, load onto an antigrav stretcher, or otherwise manage to manhandle and start setting it up. Her commbadge chirped and she heard the First Officer again, =/\= Nurse Fisher. Geneva is ready to take any wounded that have life-threatening injuries. Contact their medical centre and have Selaan beamed to them. "I'll let you know when the Hades sickbay is ready for our people. Garrett out." =/\= She tapped her commbadge and replied, "Yes Sir, I'm on it. Fisher out." Tapping her commbadge again she contacted the shuttle, "Ensign Conners I have one casualty to beam directly to Geneva Sickbay, standby for co-ordinates." She waited a while but no answer came. Tapping her commbadge again she contacted the Bridge. ""Nurse Fisher to the Bridge. I have one seriously wounded patient that needs to be transported to Geneva Sickbay. I have contacted Ensign Conners on the shuttle but haven't received a reply yet. Do we have any direct communications with Geneva?" (Reply anyone on the Bridge) Whilst she waited for a reply from the bridge she thought about what should be done about Marto. Normally the ACMO's would simply have taken over and they could wait for Marto to recover at her own pace. Unfortunately, because they were not onboard and the EMH was unavailable, Kitty was running out of options fast. Suddenly something jogged Kitty's memory. ~Stupid, stupid, stupid. Why didn't you think of that immediately?~ She tapped her commbadge again. "Nurse Fisher to Dr Mias, would you report to the Emergency Sickbay on Holodeck 1 immediately please." -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.19 (USS Mystique - Bridge - CO, Captain Saleke -0707) After speaking to Travis Saleke noted Lieutenant Adams was fielding yet another communication. "Yes nurse, we have an open line to Geneva." He made a quick check and then let a satisfied sigh escape his lips quickly before comtinuing. "Transporters are now on line." His fingers danced across the board as he routed the wounded crewmans com signature to the transporter chief. "I'm having him beamed to Geneva now. Adams out." He then tapped a com button. "Transporter Chief Rosanov I've sent you the combadge signature for a wounded crewman, he should be beamed directly to Geneva medical. Coordinates are on their way to you." He finished tapping in the sequence, initiated it then sat back. (Reply: Shurik) As that was being tended two Saleke's own combadge activated. =^= Ens Physioc to Captain Saleke.=^= "Saleke here." The Vulcan replied tonelessly. =^=Sir, I'm in Holodeck 1 - the 'makeshift' sickbay and Nurse Kitty is requiring as many more extra people as you can spare, Sir.=^= "Understood Mr. Physioc, Geneva is sending medical teams over as we speak, I will have them routed to the holodeck to coordinate with Nurse Fisher. =^=Yes, Sir. Thanks. Physioc Out.=^= "Mr. Adams..." "Yes sir I heard, taking care of that now. Lieutenant Adams to Geneva medical Alpha team leader." =^= Jennings here.=^= "As soon as you're on board report to holodeck 1, Nurse Fisher has set up a temporary sickbay there and requires assistance." =^= Acknowledged. We're on the transporter pad now. Beam us over...=^= The transmission cut off and he turned to Saleke. "Instructions given sir." The captain sat back with his arms folded across his chest as he awaited further developments. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.19 (USS Mystique – Passageway outside armory-Ensigns Conners and Rysic – 0708) Conners and Rysic materialized in the passageway outside of the armory just as a trio turned and took aim at them.They recognized their boss, LT Fredericks just in front of two Marines, all three had rifles pointed at them. Rysic began to wonder if maybe they hadn’t been safer back in the shuttle. The Marines being well trained returned to guard positions after it was clear they were no threat. Fredericks on the other hand expressed relief it was them and then when realizing they were not still on the shuttle Conners hastened to explain why they had left. When Fredericks discovered that while they had programmed the shuttle to leave through the Geneva’s main door they hadn’t set any kind of signal for other vessels not to approach. He quickly told them to stand guard here with the Marines and called for himself to be transported to the Orion and then quickly reported to the FO.. Looking at each other for a moment they wondered what type of hell would be waiting for them when the LT got back. They had taken up guard post with the Marines when Conners comm. sounded. It was Ensign Physioc. Who wanted to know if they could beam the medical equipment from sickbay and himself to the holodeck where they had sent the injured crewmen to earlier. “Sorry Physioc. We aren’t on the shuttle anymore. Long story. Fredericks just had another shuttle in the Bay activated and it’s transporter is on line now. I’ll relay the message”. “Conners to Shuttle bay, medical request. Please transfer all functioning medical equipment and Ensign Ash Physioc to Holodeck 1”. He received the affinitive and returned to his post. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.19 (USS Mystique - Sickbay - Senior Counselor, Dr. Riven Mias- 0709) Riven and Regan had searched the counselors offices as ordered and it had seemed a bit surreal as they had completed the task but why should he have been surprised. ~It's not like the ships maiden voyage began peacefully and now here the girl goes, decomissioned while some mad bomber tries to destroy us all, while in dock yet!~ Leaving Regan to watch the offices after the explosion nearby he had hit the corridor and rushed down the hall to find that sickbay had been a target it seemed. ~Damn it all!~ Everyone had left by the time he had gotten there except for a few who were combing the wreckage inside and attempting to salvage anything they could, he looked up in surprise as his combadge activated, the sound startling him. =^= Nurse Fisher to Dr Mias, would you report to the Emergency Sickbay on Holodeck 1 immediately please. =^= At last! He could give his help perhaps in a more palpable way. "Of course nurse, I'm on my way," Tapping the combadge to deactivate it he turned and hurried out the door. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.19 (Starbase Geneva - Security Office Briefing Room - ASEC- Ensign Baylon Tinin - 0710) Trinin entered the security briefing room feeling a lot better than he had when he had answered the door to his quarters earlier. He took a seat near the front of the room and waited for the briefing to begin. He was rewarded for his speed in arrival when Lieutenant Sanders entered the room almost immediately after he sat down. Sander's made a quick review of the room, and satisfied that everyone was present began his briefing. "I know that today is supposed to be an off-duty day for a lot of you, so I'll make this quick and simple so that we can get the job done and you may be able to secure the remainder of your day." He paused for a moment. "About an hour ago, we received a request from the USS Mystique for assistance. There have been a number of explosive devices found aboard the ship. Of the nine devices, six were detonated by unknown means resulting in serious injuries and damage to the ship. The other three have been disarmed. You men have been handpicked because of your various areas of expertise. Command felt that you would be able to assist in the apprehension of the perpetrators. Some of you have extensive experience with explosives and partisan tactics including sabotage that may be useful to uncovering the identities of the terrorists responsible for this mess. You'll be coordinating with Lieutenant John Fredericks, the Security Chief of the Mystique. The key phrase here is coordinating, gentlemen, not riding shotgun. Ortiz has made it clear that we are not to 'take over the situation' like the Nimitz did during the quarantine. Roberts, Trinin, Parker and Zylan you will each be heading a small security team to aid with this. Roberts you'll have team Alpha; Trinin, Beta; Parker, Gamma; and Zylan, Delta Team. Report for transport to the Mystique as soon as possible to transporter rooms 19-22 respectively. You will receive further information from the Mystique's staff. Any questions?" The room remained silent and after a few moments Sander's continued, " All right then people, let's get moving. Dismissed!" The gathering began to disperse. "Trinin, stick around." Lieutenant Sander's spoke. Trinin nodded and prepared himself for a royal chewing-out. "Baylon," Sanders said after the rest of the officers had cleared out. "It seems your orders came thorough. When you report to the Mystique, take your personals. You've been posted there as the new assistant to Lieutenant Fredericks. You shouldn't take too long though, they could really use the help over there." "Yes sir!" Trinin replied, "thank you, sir!" "You've been a big help during the riots, it will be a shame to lose you, but you asked for a starship posting, and command felt you should be transferred. You'd better get along now, Baylon. They aren't going to wait for you forever you know. You're dismissed." Trinin had made his way to his quarters and grabbed his personal effects. He never owned anything more than he could carry, and the habit had paid off more than once. After grabbing his gear he headed for transporter room 20. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.19 (USS Mystique - Holodeck 1 - Senior Counselor, Dr. Riven Mias- 0711) Riven left the turbolift and moved toward the holodeck at a trot, hurrying inside as the door opened, inside he could see the CMO lying on a bed inside with a variety of equipment at random that the nurse was trying to get sorted. "You asked for me nurse, how can I help?" --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.19 (USS Mystique - Holodeck 1 - Chief Nurse Kitty Fisher - 0712) "You asked for me nurse, how can I help?" Kitty relaxed a little as Dr Mias arrived. "Doctor I'm glad you're here since I need your help. We badly need a doctor to co-ordinate our efforts here and the only one we have available at present is Dr Vren. She was caught in the explosion that took out Sickbay, but isn't seriously injured as such. She had a large bump on her head and the last time she woke up, well, to be honest.........." Kitty took a hold of Dr Mias's elbow and guided him over to Marto's bed all the while speaking quietly. "The last time she was awake she kept asking me where her ex husband was. But as far as I could tell she didn't seem to think that he was her ex husband. It seemed to me that as far as Marto was aware she was back in the Resistance and still fighting against the Cardassians." She turned to Dr Mias, "I am hoping that she has a temporary memory loss and I am hoping that you can somehow fix it. I am sorry to do this to you Doctor, but we need Marto back. Can you do anything?" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2407.02.19 (USS Mystique - Holodeck/Sickbay - AOPS/CONN, Ens(jg) Ash Physioc - 0713) Blurs of images began coming back into Ash's eyes and the light surrounded him once more. He sat up rather fast and winced at the pain his ribs caused him, he pulled himself up and looked around the room. He couldn't have been Un-conscious for long because the scene hadn't changed much...And nobody had noticed his collapse. He walked towards the nearest Nurse. "Excuse me." He said harshly, "Can you PLEASE give me something to keep me awake and to keep me out of pain for a little while longer." He said impatiently. He watched the male nurse nod and scurry through his supplies and pick out a bio-stimulator and inject Ash three times with different stimulants. Instantly Ash's body felt a little better but no where near 100% He looked over to when Vren was and saw Mias and Kitty standing over her. He moved closer and as he did he heard a snippet of there conversation... "...am hoping that you can somehow fix it. I am sorry to do this to you Doctor, but we need Marto back. Can you do anything?" Kitty said. Ash stepped in at that point and said, "How is she? Any better?" He said genuinely concerned, Afterall the woman had pushed him out of sickbay seconds before the bomb went off. He looked down at Vren and wondered what was wrong with her, her body was strong... But her mind seemed to be weakened.. He sensed in his thoughts that was why Dr. Mias was here. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------