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Subject: Spectre compile Oct 20-27 (pt 3)
Spectre compile Oct 20-27 pt 3


(USS Spectre, Sickbay, Kahila Lono, 15:40) 

While Rain Anderson and her medical team administered treatment to Ensign Wells, Kahila took the opportunity to ask one of the nurses about the condition of the flight control officer who had recently collapsed into coma. She was shown the records which briefed her on his condition: no change, still comatose. ~Such a sad thing, a young officer suddenly completely disabled.~ 

Then Kahila turned back to watch Rain complete Feclicity's treatment. Immediately it became obvious that Felicity thought only a few weeks had passed, and that she'd been brought back aboard her previous ship. Rain glanced toward Lono, and Kahila nodded her affirmation that the doctor could tell Felicity the facts of the present situation. 

~Since Rain has begun treatment, Felicity seems to trust her. The news might be better received coming from her.~ Kahila's empathic sense told her the ensign was feeling confused and bewildered. 

After listening to Rain's explanation, Felicity was silent for a few moments, then she said-- her voice distraught: 

"I have lost 4 years of my life, yet my memories are as they happened 
yesterday, Where is Mojas?" she replied and the tears welled in her 
eyes, "I would like to see Captain Remae, will you organize a meeting 
please?" 

"We are currently in the middle of a rather tense situation" Rain 
replied, understating the facts enormously. "I will communicate with the 
Captain about your request but it could take him sometime to get down 
here. You need to concentrate on getting your strength back. You should 
be able to eat solid foods in a few hours and then we need to start a 
course of physiotherapeutics to get your muscles working. I will also 
see about getting you some quarters allocated." 

When Rain glanced her way, Kahila stepped forward. She touched Felicity's arm and said, "After you've been taken to your new quarters and had time to rest, you'll be able to access computer files. There should be reports available about the Athene and its crew. I'm sure it will take some time for your mind and body to catch up to the present time. Any help you need will be provided. I'm sure the Captain will see you as soon as he can." 

Suddenly, Kahila was interrupted by the beeping of her combadge. She excused herself and stepped back before replying. Then she heard her order to report to the transporter room, so she rushed out of Sickbay, to the turbolift. 

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posted by Josephine Goodman 

(USS Spectre, Bridge, Ensign(jg) Hank Longfellow - 15:45)

Quietly the young engineer finished checking out the damaged workstations and the circuitry junctions for them along with the EPS feeds. Stretching slightly he reach a hand out and cycled through the LCARS screens until the proper display for the station's normal operator was showing. =/\= "Ens Longfellow to Main Engineering, bridge workstations are showing cleared for operations, out," =/\= Hank stated as he moved over to one of them and called up the ship display for engineering. 

=/\= "Main Engineering to Ensign Longfellow, the damaged warp nacelle is still venting now and then," =/\= the crewman said and Hank shook his head. 

=/\= "Lock the EPS conduits around that area down as best you can, and continue work," =/\= Hank said with a frown as he called up the system on the display. Curiously he glanced over his shoulder as the Captain and Ensign Walker spoke, but his attention went back to the board as he refocused the internal sensors in the nacelle towards the points he wanted to scan. 

=^= Shuttle Legolas here, come in Spectre, planet ahead. UYUYYGYXGYXG =^=

Longfellow glanced over his shoulder once more as the channel went dead then looked back to the workstation before him once more. Frowning he called up the systems access for communications but couldn't find an error on the Spectre's systems, at least not for that.

"Legolas come in, what happened?", said Remae, holding down his voice from shouting but loud enough for everyone to hear.

"Sir, the ship's systems are operational on this end, sir," Longfellow reported with a look over his shoulder and a shrug.

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Pausing in his work, Hank watched the viewscreen's image shift to show the damaged shuttle. He frowned as he noted how much plasma the nacelles were losing on the way down towards the planet. ~I hope the main force field systems are still up on it… even then it will be a rough ride with those nacelles like that,~ he thought to himself.

Longfellow winced at Remae's next orders and glanced back to the display with the ship's systems on it. =^= "Ens Longfellow to Main Engineering, Boost the SIFs and watch the shield configuration, out," =^= he said as he wondered worriedly if they'd found what they were looking for. His hands moving along the systems menus, the engineer made adjustments as best he could from the bridge station before something caught his attention. Curiosity got the better of him and turning his head he glanced at the viewscreen and caught sight of what some of the others were talking about. 

Some sort of outpost like station sat there and Hank called up the image and scans from his station. ~I guess I need to work on sensors next,~ he thought bitterly as the image flickered for a moment and the sensor readings. Pausing he shook his head and called up the data again only to find an electromagnetic echo coming from the station for that moment of distortion. Calling up the image once more he studied the lines of the seemingly abandoned and damaged station. ~It almost looks like some sort of old listening post… maybe Klingon? But what would it be doing out here in Romulan territory,~ he thought quietly.

"Two away teams, one to head down to the surface, one to investigate that station. Captain Remae to Commander Lono, meet me in the transporter room, on the double. Lt Orde, Major Drizzt, get down there too, on the double."

"You have the Bridge.", he said to the senior officer left on the Bridge as he left and headed down to the Transporter Room.

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(Posted by Mark)

(USS Spectre, Bridge, Ensign(jg) Hank Longfellow - 15:50)

Hank glanced over as Saurik had come in from the turbolift. The engineer frowned slightly as he turned a bit more to eye the viewscreen's display for a moment before turning back to the engineering workstation. He studied the architecture of the station carefully along with what internal scans he could but they didn't make sense and weren't coming through very clearly at that. That lack of a clearly defined and orderly explanation seemed to vex him.

"Sir, I'm detecting a second cluster of life-forms on the station as well as our away team. Signals are very faint and I can't seem to isolate their species. The same goes for the away team's signals, must be something to do with the station - attempting to compensate."

It was with a slight smirk that Longfellow looked back and forth between Saurik and Gort for a moment in amusement. ~Apparently someone didn't notice the holes,~ he thought to himself as he shook his head and looked back to the display before him. ~I doubt anything is surviving in there without a suit if anything is even foolish enough to hang around in that decrepit thing,~ he added then frowned at the matching readings he was getting. He had assumed that the biological signs that he was getting from sensors was part of the electromagnetic echo as from before with the distortion that was seeming to flicker even as he examined the readings once more. With a few touches he sent a copy of the readings over to the science officer for confirmation. 

"Sir, while I concur with that I think part of what he's seeing is some sort of bio-technology," Hank said with a frown that deepened. "But maybe not all of it, sir," he added as he considered things. If it was a Klingon listening post then it had obviously been found, maybe by the Romulans or someone else, but neither group used bio-technology. At least not like this in Longfellow's experience. When the station was first seen Hank had wanted to be part of those to investigate it and perhaps get it operational again but a living creature could more easily conceal itself from a tricorder if it was surrounded by, at least a partially, living outpost. He couldn't help but wonder how much it had been corrupted or altered inside and what kind of life forms could survive in a partial vacuum. ~None that I want to see up close,~ he thought as he glanced back to the display. 

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"Um…sir.. something is powering up in there, sir," Hank said quickly as his eyes moved over the energy readings. ~I wonder if it still has access to its automated defense systems,~ he wondered as the energy reading started to spike.


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(Posted by Mark)


(USS Spectre, Transporter Room, Kahila Lono, 16:00) 

Kahila joined the two away teams in the transporter room, waited only a few moments until Captain Remae came in, and then the Captain gave orders: 

"Lt Orde, you're with me, we're beaming down to get L'Tal back. crewman, 
keep a lock on our signal. Commander, the ship is yours, Major Drizzt 
take a team and get over to that station, give it the once over, I want 
to know if anything over there could have caused the shuttle to crash. 
Lono, take a high orbit and keep a close eye out for the Xenolithe, if 
they turn up in force, get the Spectre out of here and don't wait for 
us.", said Remae standing on the PADD. 

Kahila nodded and quickly went back out, taking the turbolift to the Bridge. 

(USS Spectre, Bridge, Kahila Lono 16:10) 

Kahila sat in her accustomed place. She called up navigational schematics on her personal monitor and reviewed them. Then she put in the data for the high orbit the Captain had ordered, and she told the crewman on flight control, 
"I've plotted the new orbit per Captain's orders." A moment later he complied and the Spectre turned, moved out and and steadied. 

She called up data then from the tactical scanners, and was relieved to see that no Xenolithe ships were approaching. 

(USS Spectre, Bridge, Kahila Lono, 16:18) 

Gort transferred Drizzt's message to the FO's private channel: 

. "Marine landing party to Spectre, repeat... Marine lading party to Spectre. Put us on a secure channel, now!" 

"FO Lono here, Major Drizzit," she said. She keyed in a code for an encrypted channel, then said, "Ready for transmission." 


"Spectre, Drizzt. We are on a Romulan intelligence gathering rig, I 
repeat: We are on an illegal Romulan station. Bring all standing 
Security and Marine forces to full active duty and contact the Captain!" 

"Understood, Drizzt." 

Kahila tapped her combadge, calling for Ensign Rak'han, and said, "Ensign Rak'han. FO Kahila Lono here. Bring all standing Security and Marine forces to full active duty. Then wait for further orders." 

(reply Rak'hkan) 

Kahila had just finished the conversation with Rah'Kan, when Captain Remae's communication came through: 

"Captain Remae, we've not found Lt L'Tal in the shuttle but we did find 
an indication of what brought him down, we're sending the coordinates, 
please scan the area and prepare to beam up back up on my next signal.", 

A very few minutes after the message was transmitted to the Transporter Chief, Remae's next communication came: 

"Spectre, two people and several boxes to beam up, energise.", 

When Kahila received notice the Captain and Orde had beamed aboard, she keyed her combadge to the Captain's secure channel, and said to him: 

"Captain, I'm transmitting Major Drizzt's message. A moment ago I issued an order to Ensign Rak'han per Drizzt's request." Then she keyed in the transmission to the Captain. 

(reply Remae) 

At that moment, Kahila received a message from Rain, saying: 

=^=Anderson to Lt Lono and Ensign Walker. This might seem like a strange 
request but can you pick up a tricorder for me and activate it?=^= 

Kahila felt surprise at the incongruity of such an odd, seemingly mundane request, during a time when intense activities were occurring all around her. But she realized the doctor would have her own good, professional reasons 
for it. 


She glanced toward Ensign Walker, and nodded her assent to the request. Then she took a tricorder from the supply pack near her chair, and set it on scan, deciding to just use her monitor for the test, as she knew it was working perfectly. 

She was shocked with the tricorder gave completely anomalous readings. She tapped a reply to Ran Anderson. 

"Lono here. The readings I received are anomalous. I would assume there was something wrong with the tricorder, but I'm sure you have some particular reason in asking for the test." 

(reply Rain) 
posted by Josephine Goodman 

(Planet Surface, CO, Captain Remae - 16.15)

"Sir," he said, unslinging the phaser rifle, "Take this.", said the
Spectre's Chief of Security.

"Pierce, let's get over there.", he said, extracting his tricorder and
walking over the flat if dusty terrain, it looked to be about 2
kilometres away.

"Sir, I have a load out in my Three-P suitable for taking down a
Xenolithe."

Remae looked at the rifle and ran through the diagnostic setup and
engaged the safeties without looking at the weapon or its controls, he
maintained eye contact with Pierce.

"Let's hope we don't need it. keep in visual contact but let's fan out a
little, see if anyone else is around.", he held the weapon in both
hands, his hand phaser snugly attached to his hip.

He began walking at a brisk pace slightly to the left of the smoke that
was pouring out of the damaged shuttle's engines. Occasionally, he
looked through the sight of the rifle and tried to get clear image of
the shuttle, but, it was out sight, thanks to small hills that seemed to
surround the crash site.

(Planet Surface, CO, Captain Remae - 16.30)

Remae wasn't letting his guard down as they both approached uneventfully
to the shuttle, she was in bad shape but she looked intact, though she
wasn't flying again anytime soon.

The CO climbed into the front seat of the shuttle, Pierce took the aft
compartment. Working the controls some power was running through the
ship, most likely battery. Remae ran some database queries and checked
out the logs of the shuttle.

"There's nothing in the computer from L'Tal prior leaving the Spectre
the second time. The sensors showed his was hit from a surface
emplacement, I have the coordinates, what do you have back there?",
asked Remae, transferring the data back to his tricorder..

(Reply from Pierce)

"Most systems on the shuttle are down, including the sensors.", Remae
spun around in his chair so that he was facing outwards but still
sitting down. He looked at his tricorder again and scanned as far as he
could in the direction of the coordinates but he couldn't get a reading.

"Let's go, there's nothing more we can do here, strip the shuttle of
anything useful and prepare to destroy it, I don't want to leave
anything behind for anyone to find.", he said, taking the first box of
equipment out and dumping it on the sandy ground.

(Reply from Pierce)
"Captain Remae, we've not found Lt L'Tal in the shuttle but we did find
an indication of what brought him down, we're sending the coordinates,
please scan the area and prepare to beam up back up on my next signal.",
said Remae, still grabbing some stores from the shuttle.

(Reply from Spectre?)

They continued worked for another 15 or so minutes before the shuttle
was empty of useful supplies.

"Spectre, two people and several boxes to beam up, energise.", said
Remae to his commbadge.

(Reply from Pierce, Spectre, Any)
(Posted by Anthony Keen)


(Unknown Station: Central Promenade (Assumed) - Major Drizzt - 1618)

Drizzt and the Combat Engineers materialized in two tight circles, the
outer circle kneeling and the inner circle standing. Weapons were out,
though no life signs had been detected. 

Several seconds passed, in which Drizzt scanned the area with his
TACCorder, and took note of the atmosphere. "Air is still present in
this section, the station must have sealed off when it was hit." he said
through the Marine frequency.

He looked around, and was immediately frowning. "Record everything," he
said immediately. Half a second later, he had tapped a button on his
EVO/C and was recording everything that he saw, and that his helmet
measured. 

The station itself was of generic design, from what he had seen so far.
It's architecture was ambiguous at best, it looked like any number of
general-use space stations, used by dozens of races. They were in an
open area, something public most likely, a gathering place or a
promenade. There were doors many places. 

The Andorian's antenna twitched in the modified helmet, and he pointed
to the door they had scanned earlier, that seemed to lead in the general
direction of the supposed Command Center. The CE's, trained at being
stealthy for the most part, broke immediately and spread out to reduce
their target ability. Several spied out the door, scanned it, then
walked through while being covered. Drizzt himself was fourth through,
his scattergun up and loosely aimed in front of him. 

At the end of a short passageway, they came to a closed door. A quick
scan told them that there was vacuum on the other side. The Andorian
looked back for a moment, then all around. "No way around it?"

=/=Nossir,=\= was the response. 

The major took a breath, "Back off, find a doorway and brace yourselves.
Magnetic boots on full." He waited for the squad to back up, brace and
prepare. He took another quick breath, then took out a photon-grenade
and turned it on full. "FIRE IN THE HOLE!"

He gave the grenade a good toss, and ducked into a doorway. Five seconds
later, a hellish flash filled the passageway, and the atmosphere started
escaping at an accelerated rate. The Major gripped the doorway with his
free hand, not completely trusting the magnetic boots as the atmosphere
ripped past the squad at well over two hundred miles an hour. The
station groaned and creaked around them, and heavy items started
whipping past them and out into space. "Hold on!" he bellowed

Several small things pounded into Spider's BDU, a heavy chair slammed
into the helmet of another, knocking him against a wall with an audible
'oof' over the comlink. Starfleet made their equipment well, however,
and he was not in danger. 

After a full two minutes the air stopped howling, and the station
stopped groaning from pressure equalization. Drizzt looked around, "By
the numbers," he called out over the frequency. 

All the squad members reported back A-Ok, just a few dents at most in
the armor. The major took that stoically, it could have been far worse.
They were in EVO/C, space borne armor, but being spaced still wasn't his
idea of a good time. 

It was known that Xenolithe couldn't survive without air, but they could
also have some sort of spacesuit, so the squad continued moving forward
cautiously. Every doorway they passed was scanned for explosives or
traps, and everyone was on their toes looking for ambush. 

Finally, after ten minutes of crawling, they climbed steps to the
topmost level (since all power was down, lifts didn't work) and beheld
was was defiantly a command center. Drizzt scanned the area, his rifle
tracked every direction, before he finally put it down. "Move, get to
the computer system and find some sort of identification!"

The team immediately broke up. Several pulled out portable power sources
from their packs, and immediately ripped into the computer terminals to
start splicing and reactivating. Drizzt himself kept watch, along with
one other, in case someone tried to sneak up on them. He looked back and
forth, "Rana, doesn't it seem like there are an awful lot of sensor
platforms on this floating rock?"

The other person guarding didn't pause in her constant vigilance.
=/=Looks like a surveillance rig to me, Major.=\=

"Awful d*mned close," he agreed. 

Almost at once, several screens popped to white static as power started
flooding the system again. There were several grumbles about extensive
damage and power rerouting, but before long they had access to the
database. Diagnostics and other such mundane things popped in, except in
one area. Over his earpiece he heard, =/=Uh, Sir... You might want to
see this.=\=

Drizzt turned his view, and walked over immediately. What he saw made
his jaw drop, and he forgot to pick it up again. 

=/=It's encrypted sir, this database. Hacking it now.=\= The trooper
said, a moment later. 

"Do that, and do it quickly."

He turned, "Everyone on guard, four lookouts at all times, starting
now!"

He turned again, and opened a channel to the Spectre. "Marine landing
party to Spectre, repeat... Marine lading party to Spectre. Put us on a
secure channel, now!"

(reply: Spectre)

Once that had been completed, he looked back at the screen again,
"Spectre, Drizzt. We are on a Romulan intelligence gathering rig, I
repeat: We are on an illegal Romulan station. Bring all standing
Security and Marine forces to full active duty and contact the Captain!"

(reply: Spectre: any)
(posted by Trout)

(USS Spectre - Sickbay - ACMO Anderson - 16.30)

"Computer, record message to Captain Remae."

<<Ready>> 

"Captain. Ensign Wells has been informed of her situation and is most 
anxious to see you. Please come to sickbay to see her at your earliest 
convenience. I understand that this may be a while!" she recorded. 
"Computer, transmit." 

<<Message sent.>> the computer informed her. 

She then recorded a message requesting quarters be assigned to Ensign 
Wells and downloaded a list of contacts for Ensign Wells' family. 

The young counsellor had fallen asleep again. Rain was then able to 
prepare the sickbay for possible casualties. There were currently 2 away 
teams and a missing, possibly crashed, shuttle so things could heat up 
very quickly. 

Rain stood up from her console and picked up her tricorder. She went to 
the door, ready to do another check on Wells. She looked down at the 
screen on her tricorder and was surprised to see it was filled with 
unknown symbols and scribbles. With a grunt of annoyance, she placed it 
back on a trolley and picked up another one. Tricorder's routinely 
needed reprogramming!! 

She walked over to Wells and used the remote probe to scan her. However 
the screen showed the same gobbledy-gook. Not believing in coincidences, 
Rain looked more closely at the screen. She'd never seen anything like 
it. She took the tricorder to a console and downloaded the screen into 
the computer. 

"Computer, analyse data." 

<<Working>> 

Rain waited for the computer to trawl through the massive linguistic 
database. 

<<Language is unknown. Insufficient data to infer likely syntax and 
vocabulary.>> 

~Great!!~ 

Her scientific mind was whirring. 

"DR Edison, can you have a look at that tricorder on the trolley. Is it 
working?" 

Rhea picked up the tricorder that Rain had recently discarded as faulty. 
She activated it. 

"Working fine. Why?" 

"Just an idea. Can you have a look at this one??" 

Rain backed away and Rhea had a look at the tricorder connected to the 
console. 

"This one is fine too. What is going on?" 

"Just one more thing. What about now?" Rain said and walked towards Rhea 
and the tricorder. 

Rain knew without asking what had happened. 

"The tricorder screen just changed didn't it? To an alien language?" 

Rhea nodded. "Is it you making it change? How?" 

"I don't know yet. You won't be able to scan me either, well at least 
not this close." 

Rain backed away and Rhea waited until the screen cleared. She then 
initiated a long-range, high resolution scan. 

Rhea seemed to go a little paler as she studied the readout. "Ummm, I'm 
picking up a mass at the base of your amygdala. It is not organic, but 
technological. Nano-technology. It is generating a low level EM 
transmission but the frequency and amplitude is increasing 
exponentially. I'd say that is what is interfering with the tricorder. 
In a few hours you'll be interfering with any device that generates 
electromagnetic energy... which means everything on this ship that isn't 
organic. Where do you suppose it came from?" Rhea asked, maintaining a 
calm voice. 

"Not sure but I have a hunch. Can you fill in Dr Cambridge while I do a 
bit of investigating." 

Rhea nodded and left in search of the Chief Medical Officer. 

"Anderson to Lt Lono and Ensign Walker. This might seem like a strange 
request but can you pick up a tricorder for me and activate it? 

(Reply Remae, Lono, Walker, Cambridge, anyone else who visited a Nageri 
ship, any) 
(Posted by Wendy Keen) 

(Planet Surface: Crashed Shuttlecraft - TAC/SC Orde - 16.30) 
Upon entering the crashed shuttle, Pierce checked the emergency supplies held in the craft. ~Odd,~ he thought, ~they're still there.~ A slightly more throrough search revealed that, aside from the crash itself, nothing had been disturbed. ~And no blood in the compartment.~ 
"There's nothing in the computer from L'Tal prior leaving the Spectre the second time. The sensors showed his was hit from a surface emplacement, I have the coordinates, what do you have back there?" asked Remae. 
"Sir," Pierce replied slowly, "the emergency supplies haven't been touched. Medical, phasers -- nothing has been removed. I couldn't tell you why." 
"Let's go, there's nothing more we can do here, strip the shuttle of anything useful and prepare to destroy it, I don't want to leave anything behind for anyone to find." 
Pierce nodded once and slung his rifle over his back. "Aye, sir." 
"Captain Remae. We've not found Lt L'Tal in the shuttle but we did find an indication of what brought him down, we're sending the coordinates, please scan the area and prepare to beam up back up on my next signal." 
He helped the captain salvage the supplies out of the craft, and then he took one last look around the wreck. 
"Spectre, two people and several boxes to beam up, energise." 
The security chief felt the transporter take him, and then turned his head to Remae. "Captain, there were no humanoid footprints around the crash site other than our own. Mr. L'Tal has been abducted." 
~By either the Xenolithe or the Romulans,~ he thought darkly. ~I'd almost prefer the Romulans.~ 
(Reply Remae) 
(Reply Remae, any) 
(Posted by Lenox)