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Post by Harrias Jira on Jan 23, 2006 16:11:42 GMT
- "Captain, Grace, any news?" Zhuk inquired for the latest information. - “The name we had, uhmmm-” Harrias glanced through his PADDs until he found the right one- “Glinn Talak. It was a bad lead, didn’t give us anything new.” - “Well I have some slightly better news myself. We just got a communiqué through from SI. They have been working on the identities of those aboard the Talarian freighter. They came to the conclusion that anyone who knows about this treasure might also be in the race to find it. Obviously, the Betazoid Government is distressed by this. I have the file for you here.” He passed yet another PADD to Harrias.
www.btimpson.com/nevada/mission41/villains.html
The trill thumbed rapidly through the file. - “Do we know if these are actual charges, or whether they have been fabricated by SI to give us a reason to arrest them?” - “There is nothing to indicate that SI has tampered, but then and again, that doesn’t really mean much.” - “No. We will have to assume that everything here is solid fact, and more, that they are even more dangerous than this makes them sound. Which, I will admit, is scary.”
He looked through the files again. The most worrying thing about this whole affair was that their records made extremely similar reading to his brother’s. Admittedly, there was no murder charges on Tobias’, but other than that they made pretty comparable lists. He paused for a while, wondering where his brother was at the moment, and what mad ‘adventure’ he would be on. No doubt something involving him being chased across the galaxy by somebody or other. A smile came to his face as he formed this thought. Unfortunately though, the villains that the Nevada was going to need to deal with sounded more like they would turn and shoot, rather than run.
He sat up a bit straighter, and turned his thoughts to Anu’T-Rof. In theory that would be a simple exercise in investigation, but in practice he knew it could turn out more deadly, especially if any of these four were there. He glanced up to Grace and Zhuk, who had decided to use his sofa as a social area to chat. The trill rolled his eyes slightly, and decided it was time he got back to reports.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2006 17:51:48 GMT
News that the Cardassian's file was a fake made Melain livid. "Why would they hide something like this!" she asked Danara with more hostility then was appropriate.
"I'm not sure. I supose they found his state an embarrasment, maybe there are things on those files they don't want released, I haven't got a clue." Danara defended. "I did my best, the name must be right, they must have sent another file or something."
Melain took a deep breath and tried to calm down. "Or the deception lies deeper. We are assuming the name is right because it's the same name as the childern' books, but those books could also carry a false name. This lead has reached a dead end I don't think we should pursue it anymore. Relations with the Cardassians are tense enough without us diggin around where we aren't wanted."
"Alright, do you want me to contact my grandfather." Danara asked.
"No... well not unless you want to." Melain realised Danara had more to discuss with her grandfather then Glinn Talak.
"Alright, see you around." Danara turned and left, she wasn't on duty for another few hours, they'd already taken up a good amount of her off hours with this futile investigation.
With lack of anything better to do Melain headed to Sickbay wher she was greeted by rachel with a PaDD. "Treasur hunt eh, well it looks like we aren't the only ones looking."
The PaDD had files on four criminals they could expect to run into. Melain took it an read over their files. 'looks like we can expect some phaser wounds on top of insanity. Great."
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Post by fthelev on Jan 23, 2006 20:21:57 GMT
(ooc. hasn't got much to do with the mission, but here it goes anyway...)
He swallowed his latest bite and stared at the snack. If you would consider greasy a bit unhealthy she might have a point. At least it was a lot better then the stuff Ensign Greyson was having. All that green rodent food. He was glad he wasn’t born a rabbit.
Frek inspected the tactical officer. “You do seem to be a, uhm, whiter shade of pink,” he concluded. “I think I’m alright for now Commander,” he said, “Please, don’t let me stop your story.” “Yes well,” Frek started. He glanced around the messhall. Except for the three of them and two crewmen sitting across the room the place seemed to be deserted. That, of course, wasn’t totally unexpected. After all, it was the middle of the afternoon.
“There isn’t much to it really,” he continued, “Like I said it was a few years earlier.” About ten or eleven years ago, must’ve been fifteen at the time, a couple of gangsters stole a large amount of latinum from a bank on Trill in a daring heist. Although they managed to escape off-world they were caught two days later. But when the authorities searched the vessel they could find no trace of the stolen latinum.”
“So what did they do with it?” Hannah informed taking another bite. Frek sipped his drink and put the glass down. He leant forward, resting on the table with his elbows. “Well, it was generally believed that somewhere in those two days they were on the run they met with another vessel and transferred their cargo. Anyways, the latinum was gone and with the thieves refusing to give any information the authorities were left without clues. It seemed likely enough they weren’t working alone and eventually it was assumed it had been shipped off to Farius prime. Don’t forget it isn’t that far away from Trill and more or less a hotbed for underworld activities in the sector.” “You lived on Trill?” Hannah interrupted. “Hmm? Yeah, for a while,” Frek explained, “My uncle runs the office end of the family business there. In my youth I stayed about eight or nine months a year there.”
“The story,” Nick reminded him. “Oh yes,” he went on. “I imagine you can understand that that sort of thing’s appealing at that age.” He paused and scratched his head. “It actually still is.” “Well, it kept us, me and two local friends, quite busy for a while. Of course we never believed the latinum was transferred to another ship and brought to Farius prime or whatever place. We were convinced it was hidden somewhere. Waiting to be found by someone and make them rich and famous.”
He thought about it for seconds. “Well, not someone. Us.” For months the three of us were collecting all we could find about the robbery and after a while we managed to put together what we reckoned to be the thieves escape route. Instead of passing the neighbouring system we thought they might have dropped out of warp and gone into it. The system’s uninhabited and features a couple of planets. Two of them have a moon with a breathable atmosphere. We figured they must have transported the latinum down and hidden it, and not transferred it to another vessel. It actually wouldn’t take more time then loading it to another vessel.”
“Even a moon is a big place if you have to search it all,” Hannah pointed out. Frek nodded. “We came to the same conclusion. It basically formed the biggest obstacle. Besides our evident disability to get to the moon itself at that age, short of stealing a vessel of course. It was almost a year after the robbery, when we got a stroke of luck. The father of one of my friends worked for a mining company, with the geological survey department. He had just completed a routine survey of the system. Something they apparently do every twenty years.” “And he gave you the data?” Nick asked. “Not exactly,” Frek told him. “We feigned some interest in his work to get to see what was on the scans. Told him it was a school project. We hoped, of course, the latinum would show up on the scans.” “So he showed you the scans?” Hannah said. A sombre expression came to Frek’s face. “Yeah. It was awful. We had to listen to all the boring technical explanations before he finally got to the two moons we were interested in.” “Anything on them?” Hannah wanted to know, getting curious. “Not on the first one,” Frek said in-between bites of his hot cat. “But the second one showed a promising spot. When we asked about it he said it was probably some ore. He told us the quantity was too small to be of interest. But of course we knew better.”
“The latinum?” Both Hannah and Nick inquired. “We were sure of it,” Frek said. “So later that night my friend, uhm, ‘borrowed’ the file and we made a copy. According to our calculations the amount of more ‘ore’ came awfully close to that of the latinum stolen. We decided, still using school as a cover, to mount a little expedition during spring break.”
Hannah frowned. “They actually let you off to that moon?” “Huh? No, of course not. But they did let us take a camping trip into the hills to complete whatever we told them we were doing for science class.” “So how did you get to the moon?” Nick asked.
“Quite easy,” Frek explained, “The sister of that other friend started working with a package delivery service that same year. You know the kind. The ones you only use when you want to get something somewhere in a hurry and are not short of money. She ran small parcels and packages to neighbouring systems. She agreed to drop us off on the moon on her weekly run to Klaestron and pick us up again a week later.”
There was some rumour behind him and Frek looked up over his shoulder. The two crewmen sitting at the other end of the messhall were leaving. He turned around and got back to his story. “We set up camp as close we could from the location we expected the latinum to be hidden. And after a few setbacks we started to look for the loot the next day. We had simple and crude, but working scanner we managed to rig up at home, out of parts we had scavenged. After a day or so of searching we found the exact location. It was clear we had the right spot. We found the entrance to a cavern and what better place to hide a treasure in, right?” “So what happened? Is this where you broke the leg?” Hannah wanted to know.
“Well,” Frek continued, “Obviously we went in. At first the ceiling was bit low, I’m sure I scraped it with my antennas a couple of times, not to mention bumped my head. Both unpleasant. But after five or six meters or so it started to widen in to a big cave. At first we couldn’t see very much, mainly because I dropped the flashlight and without a source of light caves tend to be rather dark. When we found it back we could finally look around. The floor was covered with some sort of prickly grass and the walls with some pale looking lianas. According to our scanner we had to go more to the back end of the cave where it was rockier.”
Frek picked his snack and took another bite. “So it was there when…” His half chewed bite went down the wrong gullet and he started coughing. Grabbing his glass he tried to wash it down. “Well, when what?” Nick asked impatiently, “You found the latinum?” “You broke the leg?” Hannah asked eagerly.
Frek shook his head, finally managing to get some air again. “No, no. When we started to climb over a pile of lose rocks when we woke up those bat like things. Pale grey and somewhat slimy. Seems they didn’t like us very much. They were all getting towards us. In a nasty manner, so I tried to keep them of with my spade.” “So you broke his leg with the spade,” Hannah concluded. “Well, not exactly,” Frek explained. “At one particular swing the spade hit the roof causing some stones to come down and…” “And that broke his leg?” “No, they landed on his head. But that wasn’t really so bad. The doctor later said, that if he did suffer a concussion it was only a very light one. I was trying to get closer to him to see if he was alright when I slipped on a lose rock. In reflex I grabbed the closest thing within my reach to keep my balance. Unfortunately the closest thing turned out to be him. In my efforts to remain standing I must have pulled him down with me. In the end we fell of that pile and he landed on the ground first with me landing on his leg.”
Some of the sauce in his hot cat squirted out of the rear end as he finished it. It left a yellow and red stain on the table. “It was rather nasty,” Frek assured them, finishing his hot cat. “And the latinum?” Frek gave them a sour look. “Yes, well. That turned out be some worthless ore.”
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Post by hannah on Jan 23, 2006 22:40:35 GMT
“I guess you never have much luck,” she said with a smile remember the number of times Frek’s luck had gone against him in the short time she’d been aboard. Then Hannah finished the hot cat and then stood up to leave.
“I better return to work, I have an equipment check to finish,” she said to the two men.
“Hope you feel better soon,” she said to Nick, “And if you feel any worse please go to sickbay, I don’t want the only person standing between us and those bunch of crook to be under the weather.”
She hated being like a mother and she knew if she was feeling like Nick she would also avoid a trip to sickbay until it was absolutely necessary. She hated the places every since she was a small child and tried to avoid them where possible.
She exited the messhall and returned to the cargobay. She turbolift seemed to be working fairly slowly and she made a mental note to run a dialogistic before the end of her shift, if no one beat her to it.
When she entered the cargobay she noticed that everything was where she had left it before the briefing. She quickly got back to work, as she had quite a few boxes to get through.
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Post by nickgrayson on Jan 24, 2006 9:31:39 GMT
As Frek was about to start his story, Nick interrupted them: "Is it all right if I sit here?" he asked. Hannah nodded.
“You’ve just come at the right time, Frek was about to tell me about a treasure hunt he went on when he was 16/17 years old and how he managed to break his friend’s leg,” Hannah said with excitement taking another bite out of her hot cat. She seemed to be really enjoying it.
“It was an accident,” Frek protested.
Nick pulled up a chair placed his tray down on the table. Hannah glanced at what Nick had ordered.
“You should try one of these,” Hannah said pointing to her own half eaten hot cat and Frek plate, “It’s a hot cat it’s really nice.”
Nick looked at the food and turned away quickly, “I don’t think my stomach could take that, maybe another time.”
Hannah stared up at Nick and for the first time noticed how white he was. “Are you alight?” she asked concerned, “Maybe you should go to sickbay?”
Frek inspected the tactical officer. “You do seem to be a, uhm, whiter shade of pink,” he concluded.
“I think I’m alright for now Commander,” he said in response to Frek and Hannah's inquiries. “Please, don’t let me stop your story.” He did feel yucky, but it felt like it would be over soon.
Frek went into his story, a very good one. Nick and Hannah kept interupting, asking about the latinum and the broken leg. Once it was over, Nick chuckled at Frek's bad luck. He had heard that the Andorian had always had a bad streak of luck.
“I guess you never have much luck,” Hannah said with a smile. Then she finished the hot cat and then stood up to leave. “I better return to work, I have an equipment check to finish,” she said to the two men.
“Hope you feel better soon,” she said to Nick, “And if you feel any worse please go to sickbay, I don’t want the only person standing between us and those bunch of crook to be under the weather.”
Nick looked up from his meal. "Thanks for your concern. If it gets any worse, I will go to sickbay. But it feels like just one of those short little things that is over quicker than it begins. I've never bothered to take medication for something as simple as this." Then Nick and Frek bade her farewell, and Nick finished eating his food.
When he was done, he looked up at Frek. "Thanks for the great story. And I'd like to chat more, but I think I need a little rest." He stood up. "See you around." Then he remembered that this was a superior he was speaking to: "Sir," he added.
He dropped off his tray, and headed off to his quarters for some rest. He set the computer to wake him up with 45 minutes to prepare for his next shift. Which gave him a few hours of rest. He was asleep within minutes.
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Post by gracemitchell on Jan 24, 2006 13:51:04 GMT
Zhuk, Theel'zhiin, and Grace were seated on the sofa in the Captain's ready room, while Harrias looked over more reports. Zhuk asked Grace if she was feeling alright.
"I'm fine, just a wee bit tired. Everytime we finish a mission it seems more crew need counseling. I think too much down time gives the crew too much time on their hands to think about themselves. That's why I was glad we were sent out so soon after the last mission."
"You don't think the crew needs much R&R time, then?"
"No, nothing like that. I don't think I had much rest during the last mission, then a number of the crew had, understandable, many issues with the Borg being on the ship. Unfortunately, I had issues with the Borg, as well. This made it more difficult for me, especially since I have been having dreams about a Borg Invasion when I do sleep."
"Perhaps if you tell me about your dream it will help you, Grace."
"Since when have you become the Counselor, Colonal?"
"Just taking a page from your book, I've heard you say many times. It never hurts to talk things over and sometimes helps."
"Alright, then. Haunted by my own words." Grace takes a moment to think then continues "To begin with I am dressed in civilian clothes, walking down a corridor where I pass a starfleet personnel and a scanner. I walk into an antichamber where the Lt explains that myself and others are on the Coperniaus Station located in the edge of the Delta Quadrant. She explains that the facility is a research facility headed up by the Doctor from Voyager. Then the Doctor comes on a screen and begins to explain the scans indicate that we (a group of 20 to 30 people) have the DNA make-up to ward off assimilation from the Borg. As he is explaining how this facility will research our DNA, the station is attacked by the Borg. Another starfleet officer comes in the room to help evacuate the group to a shuttle. You head out of the antichamber into another corridor where you see Borg drones, you turn away from the drones and reach another area where another starfleet personnel explains where you should go all the time shooting a lazer rifle at more drones, then a door to a shuttlebay. Then a drone arm reaches down and graps the officer and pulls them up, in the meantime you are instructed to grab protective eyewear (3-d glasses) and rushed into a seat of the shuttle. The shuttle takes off, you see on the screen a Cube approach, the shuttle lists from side to side and bumps bulkheads as a tractor beam from the cube pulls the shuttle into the Cube, then the Queen's head and upper torsel appear from above and explains how you will be assimilate."
While Grace had been explaining her dream, Harrias had stopped reading reports and started to listen. He asks "Grace are you sure this isn't a nightmare you were having?"
OOC: Sorry time is running out more later!
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Post by nickgrayson on Jan 24, 2006 20:14:31 GMT
Still groggy and sleepy, Nick crawled out of bed. He told the computer to shut-up, stopping the alarm. He showered and dressed. At the food slot in his room he ordered a protein shake. Chocolate flavored. He wanted something more like ham and eggs, but he knew he should wait until this thing had passed and he didn't feel bad.
He downed the shake. It tasted funny. But, then again, all protein shakes did. It was almost time for his shift to begin, but he had some time to spare, so he went to the arboretum [Sovereign class ships to have one, right?]. He wanted some fresh air. And the garden's air was the closest he could get to that on ship. Nick breathed in the smell of various planet's flowers and budding trees. It was very peaceful here.
He wandered off the path, through the thick of the foilage. There was a little clearing, which he was sure had been used for picnics before. The branches overhead blocked most of the light, but just enough came through. The grass felt soft as he sat down. He just sat there, doing nothing, nothing but thinking. He found it very relaxing.
The computer then bleeped at him: time to get to work. This startled him out of his almost meditative state. Even though it had been only 10 minutes, it had recharged him after all the tensions and problems he had gone through lately. On his way out he told himself he would have to remember that place.
The way to the bridge was a great contrast to where he had just been: people were scrambling everywhere as the shifts changed. On the bridge he relieved the guy who was waiting to get off. He looked hungry. Nick scanned the console, and nothing had changed from before.
A wave of dizziness swept over him, but faded in a flash. He held onto the console to keep himself up. *Maybe I should go by sickbay* he thought to himself. *No, I have duties to fulfill. Besides, it'll be gone by tomorrow.*
On his console there was a message about four criminals they were to catch. They seemed pretty nasty. He would have to talk to Lt. Cyle about them. Maybe he had some ideas. He wasn't on the bridge, so he was either in the armory or off duty. He would have to find out which it was. But first he would wait to see if anything happened during the beginning of the shift.
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Post by gracemitchell on Jan 24, 2006 20:53:43 GMT
"No, it's a dream. As I get to the end you'll see why I think it's a dream."
Zhuk says "Well, then continue. Don't leave us hanging here."
"Impatienct are we!" Grace said with a smile.
Both Zhuk and Harrias exclaim "WELL!"
"Okay, where was I... oh yes the Borg Queen telling the group of people they will be assimilated. All the while little mechanical mosquitos (for lack of a better word) are trying to get through the forcefield and the ship is rocking and knocking slightly while the seat you are sitting in begins to poke your back and bottom. It made some people yell and jump (including me). The Queen continues to talk to you, then the Doctor appears again to tell us help is on the way. Drones try to obliviate the Doctor but he battles them, then you hear another voice. It is Admiral Janeway aboard Voyager. Throught the view screen you can see Voyager break through the Cube, using torpedos and phasers. Voyager locks a tractor beam on our shuttle and pulls us out of the cube which is destroyed before your very eyes. Before waking up I have a sense of happiness for escaping the Borg and more importantly being rescued by the impressive Admiral Janeway. Did I ever tell you, I met her once, a remarkable woman. I should follow in her footsteps, maybe I should take the command course. Well, what do you think dream or nightmare?"
Zhuk spoke first "Sounds more like a dream to me"
"I agree with Zhuk." Harrias replied.
OOC: Klingon Encounter to come
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Post by hannah on Jan 24, 2006 22:32:17 GMT
Hannah finished in the cargo and returned to engineering. She sat down in her office and brought up all the information that they had on the treasure, she read though it quickly as there wasn’t much there. Then she continued to read up on the pre-industrial civilisation.
There was a knock on her office door.
“Come in,” she called. A young human woman around her age entered her office, Hannah recognized her as Sarah Johnson they had briefly been introduced when she had arrived onboard.
“We have been getting numbers of reports on the slow speed of the turbolifts,” Sarah informed her. Hannah had actually forgotten all about that.
“I was about to go and check it out,” she said to Hannah.
“I’ll come with you, I was meaning to check them out anyway,” Hannah said as she stood up from her seat, they headed out of the office together.
They went over to one of the consoles and Sarah sat down and started a level three diagnostic on the turbolift system. The results would be in a few minutes.
Hannah leaned back on the console thinking of something to say to pass the time for it to be complete.
“How long have you been onboard?” she asked.
“About 6 months, I took half a year out after leaving the academy to do a bit of travelling, I’d only ever left Britain to go to the academy and then when I returned I got assigned here,” she explained.
“My parents live in England, I lived there from the age of nine till I joined the academy,” she informed, “Where about in Britain are you from?”
“Yorkshire,” Sarah answered, “Where are you from?”
“North-West,” she said, before she could say anything else the console bleeped. Hannah stood up from the console and looked at the results from over Sarah’s shoulders. Sarah ran the results down the screen.
“There’s the problem,” she said pointing to screen, “The safety setting for speed has been miss calibrated, lucky the speed wasn’t too high or we would have some white crewmembers.”
Sarah smiled, “It should be to difficult to fix, just needs setting to the right speed, I’ll get the computer to run the calculations.”
“I’ll leave you to it, there a few other jobs that need completing,” Hannah told her and returned to her office to continue reading up on the pre-warp civilization.
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Post by gracemitchell on Jan 25, 2006 12:35:14 GMT
Grace left the ready room, looked around the bridge noticing Nick grabbing his station to steady himself. She also noted his pallor was more pale than normal, as she walked towards him she noticed his eyes were closed "Excuse me, Nick, are you feeling alright? You don't look so well!"
"As a matter of a fact, Grace, I don't feel that good. I thought it would pass after some rest but it hasn't."
"Nick, I suggest you go to sickbay and see the doctor."
"Thank you, but I think I'll be fine in a little while."
"Nick, I am a qualified doctor and I can tell that you won't be fine in a little while. I suggest again you go to sickbay and please don't make me relieve you of duty and order you there. I'm not fond of ordering personnel, but when it comes to the health of this crew, I will do it. Especially when I think we will need you in top form as our mission progresses."
"If you insist, Counselor, I will go to sickbay."
As Nick walked away from his station another crewmember took his place. Grace had a feeling that Nick intended to go to his quarters instead of sickbay. Grace was on her way to her office, she decided to accompany Nick, just to make sure he went to sickbay. He really didn't look well.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2006 15:31:57 GMT
Cyle sat in his quarters, after returning from duty from the armory, he had just finished changing his clothes and sat down in a chair. "Computer, I need some music, Genre, rock, from the 21st centruy band Metallica." The computer chirped in acknowledgement, then started playing "For whom the Bell Tolls"
He grabbed a couple of PADDS that had been deliverd and read them over. " A few villians to look out for, nothing to worry about" When cyle reached the last PADD, he stared at it for a moment in shock, the PADD slipped out of his hands and hit the floor. "It, cant be" the picture of bo'Tija sat looking up at him. His head dropped into his hands and he sat on his bed, slowly rocking back and forth.
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Post by fthelev on Jan 25, 2006 21:38:47 GMT
Frek finished his late lunch and watched Ensign Greyson leave. He looked as limp as a rag and his face resembled the colour of moulded Rigelian chicken cheese. Pale, grey and unstable. Perhaps he had eaten Rigelian chicken cheese earlier. He had heard it was hard to stomach.
A soft tap on the control switch and the PADD sprung to life. It didn’t took the handy device long to bring up the requested data. Actually it only took a fraction of a second. Somewhere in those two sectors displayed on the screen had to be their final destination. The area was the result of extrapolating data Starfleet had managed to get out of the Mad Cardassian fifteen years ago and the location where the old Ferengi and his escape pod were picked up and its guessed trajectory. Still, searching through one sector would be almost impossible, twenty cubic light-years of space. Let alone going through two of them. Although both sectors contained little of interest, except for the two systems they were named after, they held enough planet supporting stars to make to this a very difficult, if not impossible search. With a little luck the visit to Anu’T-Rof would provide some additional information that would narrow down the search area. The PADD was turned off and the tray with dishes disposed off. Frek decided on what to do, after all it was already getting late. It probably wasn’t much use returning to the bridge.
The sickbay doors slit open and closed behind him in a much safer way the turbolift doors had done a while ago. The place was virtually deserted. A bit like a bar with only Vulcan personnel. Not that he had a thing against Vulcans, but they are a bit weird, not to mention plain boring.
The only one he saw was the nurse, Rachael. She seemed to be busy checking some the medical instruments. Frek walked up to her. “Is the Doctor in here somewhere?” he asked looking around. “Why? You need her to fix your broken leg?” she said with a mischievous look in her eyes, “Or should I say someone else’s leg?” He stared at her suspiciously. There had only been the three of them in messhall earlier. How the hell did she know about that? “How the hell do you know about that?” he asked. Rachael smiled conspiringly. “The doctor is in her office,” she said with a nod of her head towards the CMO’s office, invading the question. “Right.” He walked over to the office and involuntarily he stared over his shoulder to Rachael who had resumed her work before entering. Scary.
Melain was sitting at her desk, bended over a PADD she was reading. Apparently she didn’t hear him come in, since she didn’t look up. Frek grinned and silently tip-toed over, till he was standing right behind her. He raised his hands and let them fall down on her shoulders. Melain let out a squeal and jumped up, almost sending the PADD flying through the door. Frek grinned and caught the PADD. “Sorry, if I frightened you. Couldn’t resist.” He looked at the device and raised an eyebrow. “You didn’t think I was one of them did you?”
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Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2006 23:23:08 GMT
Frek's antics reminded Melain somewhat of an extremly annoying boy in Jr High, she'd hated him for it, but soon afterward found out it was because he had a "thing" for her. Adolescents of every species where so illogical they'd give a Vulcan a headache. "Aren't you clever Frek, almost giving your CMO a heart attack. Who would fix you up then?"
"Rachel, Tom." Frek shrugged, he picked up the PaDD Melain had been reading. 'Didn't think I was one of them did you?"
Melain rolled her eyes. 'please don't make me have to get in depth with you about the endocrine system. No I did not think you where one of them, subconsously that could be different. What did you injure this time?"
Frek looked confused. 'injure?"
"It's that time of the week, or rather it's always that time of the week. That Hotcat thing make you ill, antenna itchy, spill it." She urged.
Frek smiled "Actually I'm fine. Nick on the other hand.."
Melain knew exactly what frek was talking about "Is feeling under the weather. I noticed during the breifing, but I didn't want to press him. Sometimes Officers need to act like 'Big boys" and take care of themselves, he hasn't collapsed has he?"
<Tag Frek>
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Post by fthelev on Jan 26, 2006 0:57:15 GMT
“Not that I know of,” Frek replied to Melain’s question about Greyson. “But like you said he’s a big boy. He probably knows what he’s doing when he collapses.”
He wondered for about the endocrine system, realizing he actually didn’t have the slightest idea where or what it was. It sure enough wasn’t on any star chart he could remember. Briefly he considered asking, but it would probably look stupid. Despite what people might say about there not being ‘stupid questions’, he wasn’t so sure. It was quite clear that there were stupid people. And in this universe, quite a lot of them. He himself not included of course.
“So what’s up, you’re not done with you shift are you?” Melain asked. “Still a bit early for that.” Frek smiled at her. “Things are quiet in the navigation department for the moment. Thought I’d pay you visit. You don’t mind do you?”
Officially he was supposed to set up a preliminary search pattern for once they would be in the Mu Andromedae and Iota Cassiopeiae sectors. But without any additional data it would be a bit pointless anyway. And after all, they had left Starbase Bellicose only early this day. With the ship cruising through space on a high cruise speed, warp 8.5, it would still take at least another nine days to cover the almost forty light-year trip to Anu’T-Rof. He still had plenty of time.
Frek shoved some files aside and sat on the desk. He waved the PADD in the air. “What do you make of these guys? Nasty bunch huh?” “Hope we don’t run into them,” Melain nodded, “Or at least not too often.” He couldn’t agree more. “They don’t look like the types who will invite you over for a nice cup of tea and fairy cakes before taking you for a dance.” “Unless of course the tea’s poisoned, the fairy cakes filled with enough drugs to take down a Tarkalean mammoth and the dance is the dance of death,” he added after giving it a bit of thought. All considering they didn’t seem like the types you want to fraternize with. Melain smiled. “That’s one way of putting it.”
She shifted a bit in her chair. “What do you think made the Cardassian mad?” Frek raised his hands. “Don’t know,” he admitted, “But perhaps seeing all you shipmates being killed might do the trick. Whatever got them. And he got six months time on his own thinking about it.” “According to the report given by that Talarian Captain the Ferengi seemed to be alright,” Melain pointed out. “Medically speaking that is.” Ferengi were always weird, sane or not. It was one of the universes constants. “Well, I hope neither of them happens to us,” Frek declared, “I don’t think I was made to go all nutty or dead for that matter.” Some temporal insanity after a wild night downtown might be fun occasionally, but certainly not indefinitely.
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Post by nickgrayson on Jan 26, 2006 9:13:06 GMT
OOC:
"Rigelian chicken cheese"? Wow, Frek, that's quite an interesting item. I love cheese, and I love chicken, but I don't know about that...lol.
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As Nick stood at his station, holding onto it for support, his eyes closed, he heard a voice. He hadn't noticed her approaching, but he recognized it as Grace's: "Excuse me, Nick, are you feeling alright? You don't look so well!"
"As a matter of a fact, Grace, I don't feel that good. I thought it would pass after some rest but it hasn't." He felt worse than he was letting on, but he had always worked through these things himself.
"Nick, I suggest you go to sickbay and see the doctor."
"Thank you, but I think I'll be fine in a little while." *I hope.*
"Nick, I am a qualified doctor and I can tell that you won't be fine in a little while. I suggest again you go to sickbay and please don't make me relieve you of duty and order you there. I'm not fond of ordering personnel, but when it comes to the health of this crew, I will do it. Especially when I think we will need you in top form as our mission progresses."
"If you insist, Counselor, I will go to sickbay," he said with a sigh. She was right, as much as he hated to admit it. He would've tried to resist further, but between being too sick feeling to do so, and with her bringing the mission's success into the picture, he wasn't able to.
As Nick walked away from his station another crewmember took his place. He was just about to enter the turbolift, and get away from the bridge. He was going to go to his quarters instead. After all, she hadn't ordered him to go to sickbay. But, just as the doors were about to close, Grace stuck her hand in the way, and got in. It seemed she had decided to accompany Nick, just to make sure he went to sickbay. He really didn't feel well enough to resist.
Neither of them said a word as the turbolift took them to there distination. Just as they were about to enter sickbay, he looked at the counselor, "Thanks," he said. She nodded in return. By now, he knew he needed this. Grace helped him into sickbay, and to Doctor Melain's office, where the doctor and Frek were talking.
When Melain saw Nick's condition, she shot out of her chair and pulled out her tricorder. She was scanning him within moments, Frek baffled at her quick ending of the conversation. Nick gave him a look that said "Sorry 'bout that" while he waited for Melain to finish her scans and give instructions on where to go.
<Tag Melain, Grace, or Frek. Whoever should go next?>
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Zhukarak Hrisvalar
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Post by Zhukarak Hrisvalar on Jan 26, 2006 9:39:22 GMT
Grace had left after Zhuk and Harrias commented that her dream sounded simply like a dream.
"Is she mad because we didn't analyze it any further than that?" Zhuk wondered out loud.
"I don't know Zhuk. You got me. I've known her for quite some time now and am still trying to figure her out at times."
Harrias returned his attention to the PADD infront of him. Zhuk had the same info on his own PADD, and he was going through the possibilities.
"It seems that Oro D'log and T'Ror are still together as they have both disappeared about the same time and now have both resurfaced in the Beloti-sector at about the same time. bo'Tija and Oroset may also still be together and they are suspected of being with two others. What are the chances that they are all together?"
It was obvious that Harrias was thinking along those same lines.
"I don't know, Zhuk, but there is a reason Starfleet Intelligence sent us these four dosiers together. I think the chances are very good. If I'm reading between the lines correctly, they may have banded together and are also looking for this treasure."
Harrias had an elbow on the table while he was slowly stroking his chin with his hand. Zhuk could not help but wonder as well as to why intel had been sent on these four criminals.
"Perhaps...Captain...they are in posession of the treasure."
Theel'zhiin hopped onto Zhuk's lap while Harrias raised an eyebrow at this revelational thought.
"Perhaps!"
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Post by gracemitchell on Jan 26, 2006 12:24:46 GMT
While Melain gave Nick the once over, Grace turned to Frek "Sorry, Frek! I hope your injury is none too serious?"
Frek knew Grace was genuinely concerned about him "No injury, Grace. Just came to see visit Melain. I haven't seen much of her lately. I also wanted to get her insight into our latest mission or as you call it, adventure. What do you think about the report on the nasty guys SI sent us?"
"I wouldn't want to run into them in a dark alley, that's for sure. Unfortunately for me, I'd rather concentrate on the treasure hunt, it seems more of an adventure to me."
Frek and Grace walked over to where Melain was examining Nick. "Is he going to live, Doc?" Frek asked.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2006 15:19:24 GMT
When Nick finally arrived in sickbay he was accompanied by Grace who seemed to be the only thng keeping him up. He was paler then before, his face almost taking on a green tinge, like a vulcans. Melain pulled out her tricorder. "Thank you Grace for taking him in." she said. "Nick, let me help you to the closest bio bed."
Nick did not resist and Melain was reminded of her nursing days, when patients normally hostile would grow passive. "Here, lay down." she instructed running the tricorder up and down. "Upset stomech, coughs, sneezing, high temperature... you've got a fever of 40 degrees (C)." she closed her tricorder and summoned over Tom. "Prepare a level two antibiotic to be administerd into the vents. Nick I'm going to need you to stay here. This is rugallan Fever, I can't do much to treat it once you have it, but Ican prevent the rest of the crew from getting it."
"Is he going to live, Doc?" Frek asked.
"Absolutly, he's just going to be my geust for a week or so till he recovers. Nick do you know anyone who could grab some things from your quarters? I'll set you up in ward two, it's less crowded but we can still keep you under observation." Melain asked, she knew that this was the type of situation Officer's hated, being around but ont being allowed to do their job."
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Post by hannah on Jan 26, 2006 22:44:47 GMT
After finishing reading about the pre-warp civilization, she noticed a new message that had been sent to her it was about a possible set of criminals that could be after the treasure. She looked thought it, they didn’t seem like a nice bunch of people and she hoped they didn’t run into them.
Hannah exited engineering with her new task of starting to check the emergency tool kits. She decided to start at the top the bridge and then work her way down the decks. She grabbed what she needed and headed to the bridge.
When she arrived she noticed there were no seniors officers on there except for herself, she wondered where they had all gone.
She walked over to where the tool kits was stored and ran diagnostic of the tricorder and the repair tools. It didn’t take long. She was actually quite sick of this job, running the same diagnostic after diagnostic on all the tool kits thought out the ship. She had lost count of how many she had checked but she knew there were many more to go. The job had to be done by someone and she wasn’t cruel enough to hand it down to anyone else.
She finished the diagnostic put the toolbox away and moved on the next location. She would be glad when this job would be over.
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nickgrayson
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Post by nickgrayson on Jan 27, 2006 7:47:26 GMT
"Thank you Grace for taking him in," Melain said. "Nick, let me help you to the closest bio bed."
Nick did not resist. (Not that he felt like resisting.) "Here, lay down," she instructed running the tricorder up and down. "Upset stomech, coughs, sneezing, high temperature... you've got a fever of 40 degrees (C)." She closed her tricorder and summoned over Tom. "Prepare a level two antibiotic to be administerd into the vents. Nick I'm going to need you to stay here. This is rugallan Fever, I can't do much to treat it once you have it, but I can prevent the rest of the crew from getting it." Nick nodded in understanding.
"Is he going to live, Doc?" Frek asked.
"Absolutely, he's just going to be my geust for a week or so till he recovers. Nick do you know anyone who could grab some things from your quarters? I'll set you up in ward two, it's less crowded but we can still keep you under observation." Melain asked.
Nick sighed, hating the whole situation. This mission they were just beginning looked to be both exciting and dangerous. He wanted so bad to be up on the bridge at his station, fulfilling his duty. As it was, he was being kept in ward two of sickbay. He coughed and then looked back up at the doctor: "Um...there's not much I'll need. I just want the paperbound books I have and my journal." He paused a moment, then remembered: "Oh, and my Bible." Nick may not have been super religious, but it had some pictures in it, and was a handme down from his Grandpa. Besides, there had to be something to it all, right?
"Any prefference in who gets it for you?" Melain asked again.
"Not that I can think of...Actually, if you could, have Lt. Cyle get it for me. I need to talk to him anyway about the mission coming up. Even if I can't actually fill my post, I want to let him know that I'll help him in any other way he needs."
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Post by gracemitchell on Jan 27, 2006 12:38:54 GMT
"Nick, take it easy, rest up and listen to the Doctors. I'll come and visit if you want?" Grace said to Nick who nodded an affirmative.
Grace turned to Frek and Melain said goodbye and left sickbay for her office. She wanted to look over the report of the four criminals again, for no other reason than to see if she had missed something when she read it over the first time.
Oro and T'Ror, these two she had read about in the newspaper, back on Earth before she returned to the Nevada. The information in the news had intrigued Grace so much she had looked further into their exploits, expecially T'Ror. T'ror was a Vulcan and a criminal, these two factors had never made sense to Grace. As a psychologist, she would have liked to have interviewed T'Ror to find out what had made her find logic in thievery.
"Perhaps we will meet this crew along the way, then I will get my chance. That is if we catch the lot." Grace thought to herself. She continued to immerse herself, on a psychological level, into finding as much information as possible on these four.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 27, 2006 17:39:37 GMT
"Alright, I'll contact Cyle for you." Melain replied making a list of Nick' requests. "I'm sorry about this Ensign, I know how frustrating being sick can be."
=A= Doctor Lorre to Lieutenant Cyle =A=
=A= Cyle here, what an I do for you?"=A=
=A=Ensign Greyson's taken ill. Could you stop by his quarters on your way to sickbay? He would like some paper bound books, journal and Bible.=A=
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"I'll have Tom and Rachel check on you periodically. If there is anything else you need do not hesitate to ask. It's important you get a lot of sleep and eat healthy food, I'll give you a list of good meals and you can order just like a resteraunt. I take it Danara will be filling your post. Would you like to tell her, or would you rather the Captain or myself let her know?" Melain asked, she was intrigued by Nick's request for a Bible, he did not seem very religouse, then again many species where not so displayed about their belief as the Bajorans.
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Post by Harrias Jira on Jan 27, 2006 17:57:05 GMT
As Harrias and Zhukarak were pondering over the possibility of the criminals being in possession of the treasure, the trill was startled slightly when his computer bleeped at him. He pulled himself towards it, and lazily tapped down on the console below it. When he did so, the screen changed to show the bridge, focussing in on Lt jg Toledo Javell, who was sat at the helm.
- “Lieutenant.” - “Captain, we are approaching Anu’T-Rof. We have been granted an orbit. Permission to take her in sir.” - “Permission granted. We’ll be out in a second.”
With a glance over to his first officer, Harrias rose and moved out of the room, Zhuk following after him. When the two emerged on the bridge their gazes moved to the main viewer, where the image of the planet was. Most planets looked calm and peaceful from space, but this one was an exception. The clouds were visibly and rapidly swirling through the sky, and the snow covered surface looked unwelcoming even at this distance. Harrias turned back to comment on this to his second in command, but when he did so all he was met by was the gleaming andorian face.
He had forgotten; Andoria was an ice world and such a place would surely make the colonel feel at home. Harrias reconsidered his comment, and instead moved to his seat.
- “Open a link to whoever it is we need to talk to around here.” - “Connecting to T-Rof space station.” - “Space station? I thought they were pre-warp?” - “That’s right sir. However since they have had extensive contact with other races, they felt it was to their benefit. Indeed, although they do not have warp technology, they have a very sophisticated defence system. If we were to try and beam down without permission, the transport would be intercepted and we would end up in their prison cells.” - “We’ll not be trying that then.” Harrias commented with a smile. - “Connection established.”
On the screen a grazerite face appeared. Harrias frowned slightly. - “Makesh-Toya speaks. It is long since a federation ship has been this way. Surprised are we that you should so appear.” - “We are seeking some merchants in connection to a theft. Do we have permission to set foot on your world?” - “A fair question. Such investigation could however trouble cause. What solace can you offer?” - “What do you ask?” - “No more than eight of your should travel to investigate. No weapons should they bring, and no trouble should they seek.” - “That is understandable.” - “You shall to our station come first. Also, let our station be open to all your crew for recreation. However, from the station, only eight shall continue to the planet.” - “Of course. I thank you Makesh-Toya.”
The link closed, and Harrias turned to his bridge in general. - “Okay, I know that outside influences are felt, but a grazerite?” No one replied and the trill rolled his eyes. - “Zhuk, set up a team, eight people. Then post a general notice that all shall be allowed the possibility of leave to the station. Remind them not to take any weapons and to respect these people. I just hope they all don’t have the same syntax as this grazerite, I think I would get a terrible headache.”
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Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2006 1:14:19 GMT
Cyle was still sitting on his bed, looking down at the PADD by his feet, holding his head up with his hands. "its not possible, i watched him die"
=A= Doctor Lorre to Lieutenant Cyle =A=Cyle jumped at the sound of anothers voice, and slowly regained his composuer
=A= Cyle here, what an I do for you?"=A=
=A=Ensign Greyson's taken ill. Could you stop by his quarters on your way to sickbay? He would like some paper bound books, journal and Bible.=A=
=A="will do, Cyle out"
Cyle slowly stood up and went to his bathroom, washing his face with cold water, to get his attention back to the ship's needs.
Cyle went to Nick's quarters and looked around. On a small table near a light, Cyle found the paperbound books, next to his bed, he found the journal, and the bible he had to stop and look around the room for it.
Finally he found it in a bookcase, with a few old PADDs and an inch of dust on top of it, blowing the dust off he coughed slightly and went to sickbay.
Slowly walking into sickbay, Cyle looked around. " where is Ensign Greyson?" he asked the nearest person, "Ward two, that way" Cyle turned and headed in the direction she had pointed and shortly found himself next to Nick.
"Well, dont you look like a million bucks Cyle said as he looked down at Nick's pale face.
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nickgrayson
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Post by nickgrayson on Jan 28, 2006 9:36:59 GMT
OOC:
Don't worry, Melain. I'm not leaving until the 7th. Now, once the 2nd rolls around, I cannot garauntee my availability. But at least until the 2nd I'm here. So I'll continue to post a few more things. And I'll also post an LOA before I go, so you all will know I'm leaving (and I'll do that in advance, so there's time for g'byes).
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Melain looked about read to speak, but then Grace spoke up, obviously ready to leave:"Nick, take it easy, rest up and listen to the Doctors. I'll come and visit if you want?" Grace said to Nick. He nodded yes. Any visits would be greatly appreciated.
Then, once she had left, Melain began her part. "Alright, I'll contact Cyle for you," Melain replied making a list of Nick' requests. "I'm sorry about this Ensign, I know how frustrating being sick can be."
Being a doctor, she probably did know. Though Nick had an especially dislike for being sick, but an even stronger dislike for medicine and sickbays. Nothing against the doctors, but he just liked working it out on his own.
=A= "Doctor Lorre to Lieutenant Cyle" =A=
=A= "Cyle here, what an I do for you?" =A=
=A= "Ensign Greyson's taken ill. Could you stop by his quarters on your way to sickbay? He would like some paper bound books, journal and Bible." =A=
=A= "will do, Cyle out" =A=
"I'll have Tom and Rachel check on you periodically. If there is anything else you need do not hesitate to ask. It's important you get a lot of sleep and eat healthy food, I'll give you a list of good meals and you can order just like a resteraunt. I take it Danara will be filling your post. Would you like to tell her, or would you rather the Captain or myself let her know?" Melain asked.
"Um...I'll let her know. I am her superior, it is my duty. I can at least do that much. And don't worry about rest or food: I don't really feel like staying up late eating pizza." By her expression, he could tell she was wondering about his request for his Bible. But she'd have to ask if she wanted to know.
About ten minutes later, Cyle came walking up. "Well, dont you look like a million bucks." Cyle said as he looked down at Nick's pale face.
"Hey man, thanks. I really appreciate you bringing me this stuff." He could tell Cyle was confused as to why he had asked him to get his stuff. So, Nick went on to explain: "Reason I asked you to do this is cause I wanted to let you know I'll probably not be able to do much in this mission. This 'Rugallan Fever' stuff really messes a guy up. Anyways, if you need any help I can give from a sickbay, feel free to ask. Beyond that, you'll be working with Danara." He went into a coughing fit, and struggled to regain control.
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