Compile Summary of Sept. 1-4 ------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.18 ------------------------------------- (USS Mystique - Ten forward - ATAC Ensign Ammon Ranae - 1744) (USS Mystique - Ten forward - TC Shurik Rosanov - 1745) (USS Mystique - Ten forward - CO, Captain Saleke - 1746) (USS Mystique - Ten forward - TC Shurik Rosanov- 1747) (USS Mystique - 10 Forward - COPS/ 3rd Officer Lt. Travis Keswick & CMO Lt (jg) Vren Marto - 1830) ------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.19 ------------------------------------- (USS Mystique - CEO's Office- CEO Lt. Norman Harper - 0520) (USS Hades - Main Engineering - Ensign Rooker - 525) (USS Hades - Engineering - Lt. Commander Mason Garrett and Ensign Noonan Foran – 526) (USS Mystique - Captains Cabin- CO, Captain Saleke - 0527) (USS Mystique - Personal Quarters- CMO Lt (jg) Vren Marto - 0527) (USS Mystique - Security Department - ATAC Ensign Ammon Ranae - 0527) (USS Mystique - Naraht’s Cabin - Asst CSO Ensign Naraht (jg) - 0529) ------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.18 ------------------------------------- (USS Mystique - Ten forward - ATAC Ensign Ammon Ranae - 1744) A small commotion caught Ranae's attention, the sound of something falling to the floor and some scuffling, after which Taya appeared and greeted both the captain and Ranae. "Ensign, please join us." The Captain said in response to Taya's acknowledgment. "We ordered only a short time ago." "Thank you," she replied. "O right well I'm not very hungry so when they bring your food out I'll just ask for something then" Taya replied, taking a seat. "I see you two were planning to meet here and I was not intending to intrude, do I need to find another table?" Taya sat up a bit straighter at this and lowered her head slightly catching Ranae's gaze again out of the corner of her eye. Ranae just smiled and gave a slight shrug, it was fine with her if the captain stayed. "No, you're welcome to stay sir." Taya said quickly and moved her hair off her shoulder as she looked at Ranae who thought her friend looked a little anxious. She wondered what the problem was but didn't want to ask in front of the Captain. Just then another person joined them. "Em I entruding?" He asked.. The ATAC almost laughed aloud, what was intended to be a quiet dinner with her new friend was turning into a small dinner party which was fine with Ranae, she was all for making new friends aboard the ship and dining together was a relaxing way to do so. "Not at all, please join us, the more the merrier!" She flashed him a big smile of welcome. (reply Rosanov, Taya, Saleke) (posted by Sal) ------------------------------------ (USS Mystique - Ten forward - TC Shurik Rosanov - 1745) Shurik was relieved at the ATAC's response. Had she not allowed him to stay he would have made an idiot of himself for nothing. He carefully placed his belongings on the table, tossed his padd to the side and sat beside a very nervous Taya. "Been a long dey," He admitted finally, mounting a large pile of potatoes in the proper British fashion on the back of his fork before shoving into his mouth. He made a face. It had gone cold. "Samek mu'yor-yem," Shurik smiled at his Captain. (reply Saleke iyw) "Never get married," he advised after stuffing his mouth with more food and swallowing, "At least not entil you know what you are getting into." (reply Saleke, Taya, Ranae) (posted by Justine) --------------------------------------- (USS Mystique - Ten forward - CO, Captain Saleke - 1746) "No, you're welcome to stay sir." The nervous tells coming from her could be picked up by an alert and perceptive individual and Saleke's interest at the academy in the social sciences of other beings primarily humans owing to his interest in their culture made him an unparalled observer. Putting his logic, intellect and and knowledge to use had brought him to the conclusion she was uneasy in his presence hence his offer to find another table. Logic told him that his mere presence here could not fully explain her manner but he had noted her absence from the staff meeting and found the logical explanation was that she might have been expecting a rebuke from him. She needn't have worried, he would not have done so in a social setting but in a private meeting and seeing her reaction it was obvious to him she was aware of her gaffe and therefore a rebuke was not necessary. "Em I entruding?" Saleke noted the arrival of the transporter chief, Ensign Ammon was the first to welcome him to the table. "Not at all, please join us, the more the merrier!" She then flashed him a smile "Been a long dey," After placing his belongings including tray of food and a PADD which he placed to the side he took a large bite from his plate. He apparently found the food unpalatable. "Samek mu'yor-yem," He looked at the Vulcan and smiled. He registered mild surprise in a slightly upturned eyebrow. " Avon ahk tu dun dum-bosh barkas hi dungi rai hau falek pu d'mallu." (Hunger is the most effective spice but will not add heat to a casserole.). "Intriguing," he added. "Are you fluent?" (Reply: Shurik) "Surprising nonetheless." Saleke noted the arrival of the waiter and leaned back so that he could slide his salad onto the table. "Never get married," Shurik said sagely after forcing down another mouthful of food. "At leat not entil you know what you are getting into." "I am certain Marto and Travis are aware of the pitfalls chief," Saleke said knowing that the future is one thing the two had considered heavily because of their backgrounds and families. (Reply: Shurik, any) (Posted by Charles) ------------------------------------- (USS Mystique - Ten forward - TC Shurik Rosanov- 1747) He registered mild surprise in a slightly upturned eyebrow. " Avon ahk tu dun dum-bosh barkas hi dungi rai hau falek pu d'mallu." (Hunger is the most effective spice but will not add heat to a casserole.). "Intriguing," he added. "Are you fluent?" "Muhl hiyet hi yeht renkup'esfam (Well enough, but without true skill)," he admitted, "Bettar at butcharing it rehlly. Some of vords are hard to git my mouth around." "Surprising nonetheless." Saleke noted the arrival of the waiter and leaned back so that he could slide his salad onto the table. "Never get married," Shurik said sagely after forcing down another mouthful of food. "At leat not entil you know what you are getting into." "I am certain Marto and Travis are aware of the pitfalls chief," Saleke said knowing that the future is one thing the two had considered heavily because of their backgrounds and families. Shurik nodded as he attempted to swallow the large amount of food in his mouth, "Of course." It was a logical conclusion, but Marto and Travis had not been the first thing on his mind. "It's dis lettar," he explained, motioning with his fork toward the discarded padd. "From my blyadski ex-vife." He let his fork rest and reached out for the padd and recalled the letter. "'Dearest Shurik,'" he read, translating the German into English as he went, "'It has been eight years, I know. Ve haven't spoken in such a long time, Shurik, and I tink it is time dat I wrote to you,'" Shurik paused to make a disgusted noise before continuing, "I em hereby formally announcing to you my planned marriage--err engagement -- to a proper man." He put the padd down. "A proper man!?" he ran his hand through his hair pulling it back hard as he did so. He then continued reading, "I em aware that our relationship vas little more dan a glorified physical attraction," again the noise of disgust, "and I em now asking dat you send beck all of my possessions so dat I kin incorporate dem into my new life as a properly married woman." Shurik tossed the padd away again and took a mouthfull of his drink, "Dat woman is more vork dan she's vorth," he hissed and proceeded to stuff his mouth again. (reply Saleke, Taya, Ranae) (posted by Justine) ------------------------------------- (USS Mystique - 10 Forward - COPS/ 3rd Officer Lt. Travis Keswick & CMO Lt (jg) Vren Marto - 1830) Travis walked into 10 forward looked around but did not see Marto yet. ~She must be finishing up in Sickbay.~ Travis thought to himself has he headed over to an empty table next to the large windows over looking the Starbase. Walking through the doors Marto was surprised at the crowd there tonight. She wasn't sure if Travis had arrived yet since it was hard to see most of the tables for the crowd. She started walking round the edge of the room trying to spot either Travis or a spare table when finally she saw him. He had managed to get one of the better tables next to a window. She crossed over to him, slid into the seat opposite and looking out of the window, smiled, looking at Geneva slightly below them. "What a spectacular view." "Yes it is I have to sat this has to be my favorite place on the ship. I sometimes find myself just sitting here looking out into space. Things just seem simpler that way some times." Travis said with a smile as he turned his attention to Marto. "And I have a feeling the next couple of days are going to be very stressful for both of us. So I am enjoying the calm before the storm." He said with a little chuckle. Marto nodded. "I know exactly what you mean Travis. Whilst I appreciate Captain Saleke organizing our families being here, I seriously wonder if it was such a good idea. What with mine bringing the Vedek and assuming that it will be a Bajoran ceremony, Prophets only know how your family will take that piece of news." "Well I can guess they will not take it well at all. Klingon tradition is very important to my family. But I think both of our families will have to learn that this is our day and we will do things they way we want." Travis said as a waitress walked up to their table. "Excuse me may I get you two anything to eat or drink?” she asked, PADD in hand. Marto looked up at the waitress and ordered. "A steak, medium rare, french fries, fried mushrooms, a mixed side salad, some bread and butter and a bottle of white Cabernet Sauvignon please. She looked over a Travis waiting for him to order. "I didn't manage to get any lunch, too busy." Travis looked up at the waitress. "I will have a Baked Potato and a mug of blood wine Thank you. Travis said with a smile as she turned and walked away then Travis looked at Marto. "I don't have much of an appetite today I guess." Travis said not wanting to worry her about the pain he had been having lately in his gut, most likely just nerves he thought. Marto started laughing, "Honestly Travis, you're not supposed to lose your appetite this early. Oh, that reminds me I talked to the caterers earlier and they will supply a selection of Klingon, Bajoran, Vulcan, Betazoid and Human meals tomorrow. They will all be placed on the table and everyone can simply help themselves to what they want, however they need a seating plan from us so that they don't inadvertently place the wrong dishes in front of the wrong people. I don't think your family would be too happy if they were faced with a bowl of salad. Nor would it be wise, I think, to have them place a bowl of Gagh in front of the Captain or for that matter any other non Klingon." I think we need to work out a seating plan tonight so that they know where to place each dish." "That is probably a good idea. I think it may be a good idea to have your family on one side and mine on the other and then Saleke, Regan, you and I in the middle. Because most likely we will be playing referee more than anything,” Travis said with a sarcastic smile. Marto looked over at him quite taken aback. "I disagree honestly. Normally I would suggest that you and I would be at opposite ends of the table but since the Captain will be there then I would suggest that he head the table with Regan opposite him. Your mother should be on his left and Dama on his right. Regan should have your father on her left and my brother on her right. You and I should sit opposite each other in the middle of the table with Edra on your left and your brother on mine. We may have to play referee but they still need to get to know each other and cordoning them off will not help matters to be honest." "That sounds like a good idea and it sounds like you gave it some thought,” Travis said as there waitress came back with their order. "I have not given much thought to that so whatever you decide I will go along with,” Travis said as the waitress placed their plates in front of them. Marto grinned at him as the waitress laid their plates down. "Of course I gave it some thought Travis. This way they are all spread out and one group can't gang up on the other. The only problem I have is where to seat the Vedek since we are going to have to accommodate him. Do you have any idea where we can put him, or should I just place him on my left and your brother on my right? To be honest, he should be placed on the Captain's left but that would probably insult your mother and I really don't want to do that. Would your brother be insulted if we moved him round to include the Vedek? "Well I really don't know. This is all new territory we are working with I don't know how any of them will react, but I say go ahead and move my brother around he will just have to deal with it and if he is insulted I will deal with him,” Travis said taking a sip from his blood wine. "It will be impossible to please every one so no matter what we do someone will not be happy. Travis added. Marto nodded, "Well that's certainly true. I tell you what, how about we go with the Captain and Regan at either end of the table and you and I in the middle and then wait and see how everyone else gets on with each other before we set the seating arrangement in concrete. Does that sound ok with you?" "Ya that sounds like a plan," Travis said ready to move on to something that he has been thinking about for some time now. "Well I know I am jumping ahead here but what about the wedding itself. I now it is still 2 days away but how am we going to do things, where exactly do we wont to have it and who is going to perform the ceremony.” Travis said with a hint of interest in his voice considering they have not made any thing definite yet regarding the wedding itself. Marto smiled at him. "To be honest we should have talked about this before. I think our families appearing kind of drove it on to the back burner. But, yes, you are right. It is something we need to agree on now, before we go any further. As to where, I think given what is happening on Geneva just now that one of the holodecks on the Mystique might be safest. As to when, well our families will meet each other tomorrow. I suggest we give them 24 hours at least to get used to the idea and you will need to hold your Klingon rite the day after so, 48 hours after the meal? Does that seem ok with you? As to who will perform the ceremony, well, my family brought a Vedek, why don't we just use him since he is here and it was thoughtful of them to bring him?" "I have no problem using the Vedek. I would however like to some how incorporate all three traditions into the wedding. Bajoran, Klingon and human customs I think it would only be right to try to fit them all in. Do you think the Vedek would have a problem with that.? In fact that is what has been the focus of my thought over the last few weeks.” "Well I just hope that the Vedek is a reasonable person and understands that there are other customs involved in this wedding and not just Bajoran. I think it only right that we involve my two cultures as well. I mean absolutely no disrespect to the Vedek or the Bajoran religion and I hope he or she understands that." Travis added. "He will be performing the Bajoran part of the ceremony Travis, and, to be honest that will take all of fifteen minutes at most. Bajoran wedding ceremonies are fairly short honestly. He can't however perform anything else. In fact I suspect that he probably would not be entitled to. If you want any other ceremony performed you will have to find someone else to do that. But I don't think that he would have any objections to other ceremonies.” "You know maybe a simple short Bajoran ceremony is all we really need. To be honest I don't care how it goes just as long as at the end of the day we are husband and wife. When it all comes down to it, that is all that really matters to me." Travis said taking her hand. Marto gazed over at Travis and smiled gently. "There is a shuttle out of here at 0730 tomorrow morning. If we wake the Vedek up early enough we could make it," Travis smile "As tempting as that is I don't think that would go over well when we got back and even though it will be unbearable and I hate to admit it, it is good to see my family again, and I know you have not seen your family in years either.” Marto laughed, "Oh I know, but admit it, you are tempted, aren't you?" "Well of course I'm tempted to just jump ship and elope. God knows it would be a hell of allot more easy than having to please our families when this is supposed to be our big day not theirs. Travis said. Grinning back at him Marto sighed deeply. "I know. It would indeed be the easy way out. But, I guess we are just going to have to put a smile on our face, grit our teeth and get on with it. But believe me; I will be glad when it is all over." "I have to say I could not agree with you more my love,” Travis said taking her hand Marto watched him take her hand in his, listened to what he was saying, and made her mind up. "Do you know something, love. We are paying far more attention to what we think our family wants and nothing at all to what we want. Why don't we decide here and now what we want and tell them tomorrow what exactly will happen during the ceremony, and if they don't like it then they will just have to learn to deal with it." NRPG: To be continued. (posted by Travis and Marilyn) ------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.19 ------------------------------------- (USS Mystique - CEO's Office- CEO Lt. Norman Harper - 0520) Norm sat behind his desk flipping through his mountain of paperwork. He had no idea he would have to spend so much time behind a padd after his installment as the CEO. The dark circles under his eyes were becoming a prominent decoration. He found himself fighting to keep his eyes open and, though he wasn't officially on duty, he fought the urge to doze off. Just as his eyelids were closing once again he was suddenly and rudely interrupted by a jolt of the ship. He was wide awake now. After his accident he had become very aware of explosions, not to mention his underlying dislike of sickbay as a result of suppressed fear. He stood suddenly, exiting his office with a jogging stride. "Good God," he blasphemed aloud, "What the h*ll is going on here!?" How he wished he had an assistant. His attention was caught by the first engineer standing by. "Ensign Hudson," He called out to him, his voice booming even more than normal. "Sir?" Hudson's face showed the same traces of shock and worry that Norm was working so hard to find. "I want to find out what happened!" The ship quaked again, nearly throwing Norm off his feet and succeeding in landing Hudson on the floor. Norm placed his feet in a position learned from years on the sea to keep his balance. "It feels like an interior explosion," Norm admitted dryly. "Sir," the ensign said softly as he gingerly rose from the floor, "but how would there be an interior explosion if the Mystique hasn't shown any sign of fatigue or damage?" Norm thought for a moment, "Ensign," she said suddenly, I want you to make sure the inertial dampening system is in full working condition-" The ship jostled again. Norm cursed loudly "I want the engines safe from all damage!" The idea of being crushed under equipment for a second time haunted the CEO. He turned and jogged back into his office ready to send a report in to the bridge. Something was going terribly wrong. (reply any, none) (posted by Justine) ------------------------------------ (USS Hades - Engineering - Lt. Commander Mason Garrett and Ensign Noonan Foran - 526) "Is something wrong, Noonan?" Mason asked, suddenly realizing that the Betazoid woman's attention was no longer on the main readout panel of the Hades' warp core. "I --. No sir." She hesitated. "I'm sorry, commander. I thought I sensed something -- unusual. Probably, someone in a bad mood I suppose." Mason looked at her a moment but she didn't say anything else about whatever had pulled her mind away from checking the fluctuating power level indicators on the screen. She turned her head back to the task at hand shaking her head disbelievingly. She was a good officer, and his faith in her had been reaffirmed since he'd stepped off the shuttle onto the Hades Flight Deck some fifteen minutes ago. Mason had opted to fly over to the new ship earlier that morning rather than use the transporters, because the young FO wanted to get a close exterior view of Freedom Fleet's new Prometheus Class -- up close and personal, as it were, rather than a magnified visual on some shipboard screen. "We're still getting interference in one of our main junctions," she told him. "Somewhere between F12 and the G9 branch." Mason's hand came halfway to his breast then remembered that he was no longer CEO. Noonan smiled up his tall stature. "Some habits die hard, ay sir." He didn't answer, but gave a slight grin. Noonan tapped her com-badge. "Ensign Lerik." "Yes ma'am," a voice came back over the com that carried an odd vibrato. Garrett didn't recognize the accent. "I've narrowed down the search to one of the main power conduits on Deck 5, Section F or G." "Aye. We'll get right down there. Lerik out." "That at least is progress," Noonan said to Garrett optimistically. "Don't worry, sir. We'll have her sails unfurled and raised to mast in no time. Or something like that," she told him not sure if she'd gotten the old Terran nautical lingo right. Mason's stomach suddenly protested it's deprivation of a morning meal. Clearing his throat he answered the unspoken question in Noonan's impish grin. "I'm meeting Cindy for breakfast at oh-six-hundred." "Oh, really," Noonan said, not even trying to hide the 'it's-about-time' tone in her voice. Suddenly her face went blank, and she took a step backward. She began wringing her hands as her face contorted into an expression of horror Mason had never seen on her. He moved toward her, concerned she might fall and she almost did but he grabbed her in time. "Oh gods! OH GODS! Something's wrong! Something's happened on the Myste. Terror. Confusion. Death." She shot a look into his eyes like that of a lost child. She sat down in a nearby chair, holding her face in her hands whimpering. "It's too much. It's too much!" Her voice was wracked with a deep pain that echoed the surge of emotions and thoughts bludgeoning her mind, a pain that only a telepath could fully realize. Garrett popped his com-badge. "Mystique! This is Lt. Commander Garrett. What's going on over there?" He fought to calm his own voice as he spoke as he knelt beside Noonan. There was a pause and those few horrendous seconds only swelled his concerns. "Sir," a strained voice came back. "There have been a series of explosions on board. We don't know the cause as yet, but power has dropped." Garrett felt his stomach clench and this time it wasn't hunger pangs. "Do you have transporters?" "I don't think so sir," the voice came back, not sounding at all sure either way. "I'm coming back." He snapped to his feet. "Take care of her," he said to two engineers who were now hovering concernedly over Noonan's doubled-over form. He recognized one as Michelle Haler. "Are the Hades transporters working." "N-no sir," Haler's soft voice, ever-filled with timidity, told him. He moved away and popped his com again. "Rooker. You have to get me back to the Myste now." "I'm in Engineering now, commander," the officer's voice came back. "I'm headed for the exit." Mason began weaving through the bustle of engineers then spotted Rooker doing the same. All around him, Mason could percieve an attitudinal shift among the crew. "What happened, sir," one woman asked as he passed by. "Something's happened on the Myste," he could only answer. "Just go on with your work, we'll get everything sorted." He said over his shoulder, not bothering to slow down. The answer seemed hollow considering the emergency, but he didn't have time to fully explain. (Reply: none) (Posted by David) ------------------------------------ (USS Hades - Main Engineering - Ensign Rooker - 525) Hiding in plain site seemed like such an irony of fortunes, Rooker thought as he walked through Engineering. The bustle was thick today, due to the transfer of personnel and labors to get the Hades ready for her launch. He only pretended to peruse the readings on the PADD in his left hand while concentrating on the individuals that passed through his peripheral vision. He received little more than an occasional curious glance before the onlooker turned back to his or her own work. He tensed momentarily as he made a path around the thrumming warp core and came uncomfortably close to Cindy Darson's friend, Ensign Foran, who stood on the other side next to Lt. Commander Garrett looking over the core's main panel. Rooker immediately focused his mind on thoughts of ship's business hoping to deflect her telepathy from his true anticipation. She looked up momentarily, a perplexed expression on her face but did not take more notice of him than anyone else in the crowded chamber. Though his insides clenched, he didn't break his steady stride or his deliberate concentration. The commander glanced at her and said something Rooker couldn't hear. The Betazoid gave a brief reply and shook her head lightly as they averted their attentions back to the panel. Rooker maintained his concentration until he reached the other side of the chamber then allowed himself to relax. His mission was not compromised. A mission for a greater good, one more important than the squabbles that were ripping the peace and serenity of the Federation, would be accomplished. It was regrettable that things had necessitated such extreme measures to bring humanity back into it's rightful place of dominance. Ultimately, the non-humans were to blame for the present civil war. They created the chaos that drove a high-ranking Admiral to a point of insanity. Doenitz', methods were unforgivable, but his goals to create order from the chaos was admirable. Attacks on the alien homeworlds were extreme but if it would serve to put the Tellarites, Andorians and other aberrant species in their place, under human control, the deaths might be worthwhile. But, unfortunately, humans have died as well. Doenitz will be overthrown eventually. If order could be ushered into this state of galactic chaos, then the humans who have died under Doenitz' iron boot and those that will -- VERY REGRETFULLY -- die this day, all will be revered as worthy sacrifices, elevated to martyrdom for a greater good. He checked the time on a nearby panel. Their sacrifices would be made very soon. "Rooker," Garrett's voice came over the com-badge. "You have to get me back to the Myste now." "I'm in Engineering now sir," Rooker answered milling through the crowd in another direction askew from Mason's position -- and Foran's. "I'm headed for the exit." Even as he spoke, Garrett caught up with him. Rooker had to walk faster to keep up with Garrett's hurried step. "What happened sir," Rooker said, feigning confusion. (Posted by David) ------------------------------------ (USS Mystique - Captains Cabin- CO, Captain Saleke - 0527) The Vulcan lay asleep in his bed, unknowing of the time though his internal "clock" was counting down the time till 0600 when he would be awakening. Just for the sake of preparedness he always kept the alarm ready to wake him up because there were times when he was tired enough to overcome that internal clock and oversleep but that wasn't often, should it fail he would be roused at 0610 by the computer. Vulcans could be classified as "fascinating" beings but they weren't perfect by any stretch of the imagination although they often gave off such an aura of efficiency and ability that it sometimes was hard for other beings to comprehend they had their own flaws, emotional beings however were well known to question them over their revered logic. A tremor followed by a rumble however jarred him awake and as his eyes were opening a second hard jolt closely followed the first and the rumble this time was louder, before the third even harder jolt caused the ship to spasm the red alert klaxon had already begun to go off. [Arrrrahhhhh! Arrrrrahhhh!] The third and fourth detonations were nearly simultaneous and the roar of them was ear-splitting. The ship heaved in dock as though a tidal wave had broken over a sailing vessel, turning him over and sliding him nearly off the bed. Vulcans were also not above being disoriented when they awaken but the explosions took care of that little problem nicely. Saleke threw himself from the bed and landing on all fours lunged for the door and the spacious living area beyond where the computer terminal and communications were located. Precisely ten strides were necessary as he slid round the corner of the door and to the table, slapping the communications button to the bridge as he arrived, "Bridge report!" =^= Captain we have had four explosions aboard!=^= "Where?" =^= Unknown at this time, all boards on the bridge are down, we've lost the computer interface but do have communications.=^= He didn't bother to ask about the internal scanners, they would have gone down with the computer access. =^= I'm receiving reports from TIC control and the port sail area of massive damage. Hold on, more reports coming in.=^= Saleke waited impatiently as the line went dead for an instant before coming to life again less than a minute later. =^= Captain engineering reports the inertial dampening system went up with the third explosion, that area is isolated from the engines and therefore there is no danger of them being affected by it. =^= "And the computer core." As the computer was down and there had been no damage to any of the systems supplying power it was logical then to extrapolate that the computer core had been a target as well. "Contact Geneva security and inform them of developments." There was a pause. =^= Unable to comply sir, we have no external channels unfiltered=^= The CO slapped the shipwide com. "All maintenance engineering and damage control teams are to be assembled immediately. Team 1 to the Computer core to access damage there and begin repairs, Team 2 to deck A and the TIC information control area and team 3 to Deck B to access damage to the dorsal sail area. All emergency medical teams assemble and stand by for casualty reports." But he wasn't through. "Intruder alert all decks. I repeat intruder alert." He snapped off the intercom and hit the button for the Security Chief Fredericks. "Lieutenant I want all decks sealed immediately, we have a saboteur aboard, engineering damage repair teams only are to be allowed to pass security checkpoints. I also want teams dispatched around the ship to search for unexploded ordinance, do NOT assume all explosives have been detonated until the ship has been searched thoroughly." (Reply: John) "Negative, the computer has been disabled, forcefields are not an option, the decks will have to be cordoned off by security and tactical personnel, we have a demi-company of marines aboard also, coordinate with them to add to your manpower." (Reply: John) Having made the arrangements he made for the closet to grab a fresh uniform, his shower would have to wait. (Reply: ALL) (Posted by Charles) ----------------------------------- (USS Mystique - Personal Quarters- CMO Lt (jg) Vren Marto - 0527) Marto was lying awake again. She had lost count of how many nights sleep she had lost since they had started planning this wedding. Well, if Marto was going to be honest with herself that wasn't strictly true. When she and Travis had started planning this wedding it was going to be small, quiet, and apart from those invited, hardly anyone would have noticed that it was taking place. Now it was all Vedeks, and families, and Klingon traditions, and stupid comments like, 'what are you wearing?' She had simply assumed that her dress uniform would be fine. Now, haven spoken to Dama and Edra, it seems that it wasn't anymore and Marto was supposed to go find the 'perfect' dress to wear for the ceremony, over and above everything else she had to do. Every time she lay down to sleep all the arrangements started churning around in her brain until they made her dizzy and every morning when she got up from another sleepless night it was exactly the same. This morning wasn't going to be any better obviously, so she donned her dressing gown and quietly headed into the main room. The first time she felt the tremor she just assumed that it was a symptom of another sleepless night. The second tremor woke her up completely and she was already on her way to dress when the red alert sounded. The third knocked her off her feet and she had only just regained them again when the fourth threw her across the bed, waking Travis up too. Climbing into her uniform as quickly as she could she filled Travis in. "Three or possibly four explosions. Definitely on the ship, not outside. I'm off to Sickbay," Grabbing her medical kit she was already running half way down the corridor before she realised that she hadn't even said goodbye to Travis, but putting all other considerations aside she kept running, tapping her com-badge at the same time. "All medical personnel report to Sickbay." The next minute she heard the Captain's voice over the intercom =/\= All maintenance engineering and damage control teams are to be assembled immediately. Team 1 to the Computer core to access damage there and begin repairs, Team 2 to deck A and the TIC information control area and team 3 to Deck B to access damage to the dorsal sail area. All emergency medical teams assemble and stand by for casualty reports." But he wasn't through. "Intruder alert all decks. I repeat intruder alert. =/\= (Posted by Marilyn) ------------------------------------- (USS Mystique - Security Department - ATAC Ensign Ammon Ranae - 0527) As she was the lowly ensign, Ranae had expected to be on duty for the graveyard shift and she wasn't disappointed, she actually enjoyed working at night, the ship was quieter with less people walking the corridors and skeleton crews manning the stations. The ATAC had spent the night supervising the team on duty, doing the rounds of the ship to check on the security personnel who were stationed at crucial areas, standing in for guard duty while they took their breaks and, when she had the time, she readied the supplies that were to be transferred to the Hades and studied the new ship's specs and techs. The latter was precisely what she was doing when all hell broke loose as the ship was shaken by explosion after explosion sending her to the deck and the PADDs, coffee cup (empty fortunately) and other loose items crashing down on her. The alarm sounded its warning. A Bajoran curse rent the air as she scrambled to her feet, venting her shock and anger. ~Wonderful, just my luck THIS would happen on my shift.~ She fumed, not that she'd want it to happen on anyone else's either. "What the heck's going on?" She yelled to nobody in particular as she was alone in the Security Department. She considered contacting the Bridge, but reasoned that they'd be frantically trying to find out what happened also. Just then the Chief Security Officer, Lt. Fredericks rushed in and the ship wide comm came alive. =/\=All maintenance engineering and damage control teams are to be assembled immediately. Team 1 to the Computer core to access damage there and begin repairs, Team 2 to deck A and the TIC information control area and team 3 to Deck B to access damage to the dorsal sail area. All emergency medical teams assemble and stand by for casualty reports." But he wasn't through. "Intruder alert all decks. I repeat intruder alert.=/\= It was quickly followed by another message for the CSO and the appearance of Lt. Dema who was followed by several other security officers all in a various states of dressing. =/\=Lieutenant I want all decks sealed immediately, we have a saboteur aboard, engineering damage repair teams only are to be allowed to pass security checkpoints. I also want teams dispatched around the ship to search for unexploded ordinance, do NOT assume all explosives have been detonated until the ship has been searched thoroughly.=/\= (Reply: John) =/\=Negative, the computer has been disabled, forcefields are not an option, the decks will have to be cordoned off by security and tactical personnel, we have a demi-company of marines aboard also, coordinate with them to add to your manpower.=/\= (Reply: John) While her boss talked with the captain, Ranae took it upon herself to open the arms locker and begin handing out the phaser rifles. She had been looking forward to getting some sleep, but now it looked like it would be some time before she'd get any but it didn't matter as her adrenaline was pumping and she was wide awake. When all the security personnel were assembled and armed she began splitting them into several teams then waited for further orders from her superiors. (reply Fredericks, Dema, any) (posted by Sal) -------------------------------------- (USS Mystique - Naraht’s Cabin - Asst CSO Ensign Naraht (jg) - 0529) Naraht was working on his fourth verse of his poem “Dedication to Quartz” when he felt a decided lurch and heard a muffled explosion. The Mystique bucked around him even though she was docked, and Naraht scrambled to the door, his poetry forgotten. “Computer!” he called out. “Report reason for explosions!” ~What in the name of Lava has happened!?~ The computer blipped and beeped, but did not respond. Naraht knew this was not normal as he felt more explosions shake through the bowels of the ship, vibrating painfully, causing the entire structure to groan and shudder as a living thing. Alarm klaxons sounded throughout the ship. The Mystique rocked painfully while docked, as if writhing in pain. “Ensign Naraht to Bridge!” cried out Naraht through his built in combadge in his vox. “What has happened? Are we being attacked?” Blips and beeps sounded through his combadge and then some choppy swearing came through and abruptly cut off. There was a long and pregnant pause through the Klaxons. They abruptly ceased although the red warning lights flickered and then stayed on. Naraht waited, fear for his shipmates rippling through his phalangi, and then tried to leave his quarters. Stubbornly, the door remained shut. Captain Saleke’s voice came over the shipwide communication system. =^=All maintenance engineering and damage control teams are to be assembled immediately. Team 1 to the computer core to assess damage there and begin repairs. Team 2 to deck A and the TIC information control area and Team 3 to Deck B to assess damage to the dorsal sail area. All emergency medical teams assemble and stand by for casualty reports. Intruder alert all decks. I repeat, intruder alert.=^= Horrified, Naraht waved his main phalange in front of the door sensor. ~Sabotage! The ship has an intruder aboard!~ In frustration, Naraht smacked the recalcitrant door with his main phalange, deciding to take more aggressive action. He raised himself up and quickly ate a Horta sized hole through the malfunctioning door in 3 seconds flat. It didn’t taste as good as he thought it might, but then he was too concerned about his shipmates to care. Due to his ability to detect electrical energy and magnetic fields, Naraht had been assigned to the engineering team which was Team 3 for emergencies such as this. He headed for deck B at a fast clip down the corridors to meet up with his teammates. ~Great Lava and Mother of us all, do not let anyone have gotten hurt~ he prayed. He scrutinized faces he passed, as they all scrambled for their emergency stations and teams, but no one unfamiliar in face or dress could be an intruder that he could tell, though they all mirrored his fear and determination. Their biochemical electrical activity was shimmering with more agitation than usual as Naraht imagined his was too. (Rely any) (Posted By Sheila) __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Tired of spam? Yahoo! Mail has the best spam protection around http://mail.yahoo.com -USS Hades Star Trek: Freedom - http://www.startrekfreedom.com