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Post by gracemitchell on Feb 4, 2006 21:16:27 GMT
Grace remembered something called cruise control, she checked the vehicle to see if it had it. "We have a littlt bit of luck with us. This vehicle has cruise control, I can set it, then we jump out. The only problem is maintaining direction."
"What do you mean we jump out! We could get hurt!" Frek said alarmingly.
"It's possible but the cruise will maintain the speed I set it at, kind of like auto pilot. On twentieth century Earth, there was auto pilot in planes before cruise in cars. I'll set the cruise at our currant rate of speed, we shouldn't get too damaged jumping out."
"How will we maintain course?" Hannah asked.
Grace thought for a moment "Does anyone have a belt or rope or something to tie around the wheel and this headrest?" Grace indicated the back of the driver's seat.
"I have a belt, but I don't think it's long enough." Hannah said
"I have one, too." Frek said "Perhaps if we tie the two together it will be long enough."
Frek and Hannah too their belts and tied them together, it would just reach. Frek, who was sitting in the front seat, tied it with a knot on the steering wheel. They would tie it around the headrest when they were closer to the shuttle.
"You know, this just may work." Frek said.
"How much farther?" asked Grace.
"Nearly there." Frek said
"Okay tie the belts around the headrest, really tight. Luckily for us this is a straight stretch of road we're on."
Frek tied the belts to the headrest, none too soon. "I see the shuttle" Melain said "There is law enforcement around it."
Grace replies "Hopefully, they'll see the vehicle and hightail it after it. Keep your fingers crossed! Everybody ready?" They all answered they were. "I'm setting the cruise. Now JUMP"
The four of them hurled themselves out of the vehicle. Luck was holding with them. No one was serious hurt, just a few bruises, and the authorities guarding the shuttle jumped in their vehicles and heading after the one the team had just vacated.
The four of them ran to the shuttle, Frek started the engines and took off for the Nevada. The planet's law enforcement were still chasing the abandoned car and never saw the shuttle take off.
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Post by hannah on Feb 5, 2006 17:29:05 GMT
Hannah looked out the window of the shuttle watching as the abandoned car drove of the road and down the valley and hit a tree. The law enforcement agency surrounded the car and that was when they realised no one was inside. She noticed one of them looking up to see the shuttle that was now a few hundred meters above the surface and she knew there was nothing they could do to catch them now.
Hannah turned her attention back to inside the shuttle. She looked over the readouts in front of her and glanced down at her elbow, which felt uncomfortable as her uniform rubbed against it.
She took of her jacket and placed it on the back of her seat and rolled up her sleeve. She starred at the cut on her arm that was bleeding slightly. She must have grazed it on the road’s surface when she jumped out of the car. It wasn’t hurting her that much, her uniform had was just irritating it.
Hannah looked up to see the Nevada coming in to view as they left the planet’s atmosphere. It looked so beautiful and it was beginning to fell like home.
Hannah moved out of the co-pilots seat and to the back of the shuttle where Grace and Lorre were sat. She extended her arm showing Lorre the wound.
“I must have done it when we jumped out of that vehicle,” she informed Lorre.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 6, 2006 1:41:24 GMT
Melain felt a wave of unfamiliar euphopria after thier daring escape from possible capature. Embarrassed she wonderd about the injured merchant, still somwhat upset they had left abandoned him. She was starin out the window, and felt someone sit beside her, looking over she saw Hannah holding out her arm, the sleeve rolled up to reavel a cut on her elbow. "I must have done it when we jumped out of that vehicle,”
"I'm surprised no one was more severly injured, it will probably heal on it;s own, but since it is in such a tender area I'll fix it up." Melain opened up her med kit and took out a Dermal regenerator. She clasped Hannah's arm and ran the blue beam over the cut. In a few moments the wound was healed.
"Thank you doctor Lorre." Hannah replied.
"Please, call me Melain." Melain corrected. "Lorre's my family name, it's a Bajoran thing. I think I know you well enough for you to use my given name."
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Post by gracemitchell on Feb 6, 2006 2:54:40 GMT
Frek kept looking back at Grace then back at the instruments, he continued to do this for a few minutes. Grace was under the impression he wanted to ask her something but wasn't sure how to approach the subject.
While Melain was fixing up Hannah's arm, Grace went up to the co-pilot's seat "Is there something I could help you with, Frek?" She asked.
"I just wanted to say, that you drove that vehicle well. You really knew what you were doing, including the cruise contol thing. And where did you learn about tying off the wheel that way?"
"Even though I can't remember my life before the Borg abducted me, in times of crisis I remember how to do things. Such is the case with the car."
"You just remembered all that stuff, now?"
"No. When I served on the Nevada the first time, I was lucky enough to have a crew mate who thought I should learn to pilot a shuttle. When he was teaching me, it brought back a driving lesson I had had. It wasn't a good memory either."
"Care to tell what happened, in the car I mean."
"Well, it wasn't too dramatic. I was steering the car to make a right turn, and didn't bring the wheel back soon enough, I did a 360 into someone's yard. I didn't drive again for quite awhile after that."
"How did your pilot lessons go?"
"Alright, I only had a couple before I left the ship. I had hoped he would still be on the ship when I asked to return, unfortunately he left shortly before I came back on board."
"Care to give it a try now?"
"Not yet! You fly 'em, I'll drive 'em."
"Deal! I think, we tend to forget your from Earth's past. I'll make a deal with you."
"Depends on what it is."
"You teach me to drive a car and a motorcyle and I'll teach you to pilot a shuttle."
"Sounds like fun to me. Hey, maybe we could interest some others into driving a car or a motocyle, then have races."
"It would be worth a shot, to try. You all made me play hockey, maybe the Captain would be a willing candidate."
"You never can tell about people. Well, looks like Melain is done patching up Hannah. I'd better go and talk to her. I think she still feels awful about leaving that Anu’T-Rof merchant injured."
Grace vacated the co-pilot chair as Hannah approached "Sorry, about that Hannah!"
"It's alright, Grace. We all knew something like this could happen. It was worth the risk, since the law enforcement personnel followed the vehicle, like we needed them to. Don't think on it anymore".
Grace approached Melain asked in a very concerned tone "Melain, are you alright?"
"It just didn't seem right to leave that merchant. I'm a doctor, I should have done more for him."
"Boksha-Tayo wanted us to leave. To find his attackers. He knew the authorities on his planet would not even try to go after them. He could tell that we are good people, he wanted us to go. We have to follow his wishes. If you had stayed, you would have gone against the patient wishes."
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Post by brelev on Feb 6, 2006 6:05:56 GMT
Melain had finished patching up Hannah when Grace came over, the telepath could obviosly tell she was botherd and went strait to the point.
"Boksha-Tayo wanted us to leave. To find his attackers. He knew the authorities on his planet would not even try to go after them. He could tell that we are good people, he wanted us to go. We have to follow his wishes. If you had stayed, you would have gone against the patient wishes."
Melain did not know how to say what she felt baout that. She did not want to sound angry, ignorant or suspicouse but she sensed that if she held it back Grace would find out one way or another how she felt. "It's just... How do I know that's what he wanted? how can I be certain you aren't just saying that to make me feel better? with only you being ble to hear these things how can we be certain you are telling the truth?"
"Because I would not lie about this kind of thing, it's against what i stand for." Grace replied.
'How do I know you are not lieing about that?" Melain asked, despite her strong faith in the Prophets there where few things she would believe without smome sort of proof.
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Post by gracemitchell on Feb 6, 2006 12:29:47 GMT
"I'm sorry, Melain. I sm unable to show you physical proof of what he told me. As it is, I went against orders and opened my mind to Boksha-Tayo to ask him what he wanted. If he had asked for us to stay, then I would have stayed with you and faced the consequences of the Anu’T-Rof authorities with you."
Melain still looked angry but was listening and thinking on Grace's words. Grace continued to explain "I know that the situation called for me to lie to you in order to get you back on board the Nevada. Frek could have ordered you to leave the merchant, neither of us did that out of friendship to you. In all likelihood, if Boksha-Tayo hadn't asked us to leave, then all four of us would probably be incarcerated right now."
Melain had a shocked look on her face with the thought of creating the possibility that they all would have been arrested if she had insisted on staying.
While Melain was quiet, Grace continued "I'm sorry if my words shock you Melain. We can sit here and debate the should a, could a, or would a's, but for now, we are back on the Nevada and one step behind the criminals who shot Boksha-Tayo. I made a promise to him we would do everything we could to capture them, I for one will try my best to honor that promise."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 6, 2006 16:46:17 GMT
"Thank you Grace. Those criminals are headed to the treasure same as us. We don't need to hunt them down to find us, they're just ahead of us." Melain rarely felt such a drive to bring justice, perhaps this is how her parent's generation felt back during the occupation? Angry and helpless. Of course they'd picked up phasers and fought, Melain did not feel very tough holding a phaser, she felt silly. Better to be holding a hypospray, then you had the power to bring life, not take it away and wasn't that better?
"Almost home, did anyone happen to record what the Merchant said?" Frek asked from the pilot's seat.
"The twins. Go through mist, follow the winking eye. The fourth of the small one." all three women replied at once.
"apparently we don't need it written down." Melain commented as the shuttle enterd into the Nevada's shuttle bay. It felt good to be back on board where the temperature was kept at a reasonable level.
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Post by hannah on Feb 6, 2006 21:17:33 GMT
Hannah picked up her jacket of the back of her seat and followed Grace and Melain out of the shuttle.
“I think we need to head to astrometrics and do a search for all binary stars in the locate vicinity and then close reference that we any nebulas and gas clouds that are pass them,” Hannah suggested leading the way out of the shuttle bay to the turbolift.
Everyone nodded.
“Astrometrics,” Hannah requested as they entered the turbolift and it into action moments later.
“I guess there going to be warrants for arrest now,” she commented, “They will probably send ships after us if we don’t leave orbit soon.”
Hannah found the idea of being wanted by the police slight exciting, she’d never really been in trouble before.
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Post by fthelev on Feb 7, 2006 0:26:38 GMT
Well, they made it back to the ship, miraculously in one piece and with the information they had been searching for. For a moment Frek seriously had his doubts whether this mission would actually result into something. If the little riddle proved to be a useful clue they actually might have a chance in finding something.
“I guess there going to be warrants for arrest now,” she commented, “They will probably send ships after us if we don’t leave orbit soon.”
“Probably,” Frek replied to Hannah, “But once we are on our way there is little they can do except put in a formal complaint with the Federation. And their ships are not match for the Nevada. Without warp they can never follow us.” They all stepped out and followed the corridor to the lab. “The Captain will probably want to leave orbit as soon he’s back,” Frek said. “Let’s see if we can make something of the riddle.”
Soon they all stood staring, standing in a half-circle, at screen that formed a half-circle around them. It was like standing in a cut in half dome. The two target sectors which formed their initial search areas were displayed. The stars projected all around them as if they were standing in their midst. “How did it start again?” Frek asked. “The twins!” All three women reminded him. “Right,” Frek said. “You thought they were a binary system, Lieutenant, which would make sense.” He ordered the computer to remove all celestial bodies except for the binary stars. Immediately it went dark in the room as the projected stars also formed the main source of light. It was now reduced to one pair of them. Frek recognized the system.
“Something wrong?” Grace asked, “You look somewhat…troubled.” “You did get hurt when we jumped out of the car?” Melain inquired. “Is the room making you disorientated and feel sick?” Hannah guessed. Frek stared at them sadly and sighed, was this how much faith his colleagues had in him? “Nothing’s wrong,” he said, “My pants…” “You tore them…Again?” “No they keep sliding down,” Frek groaned, “My belt is still in that bloody car, remember?”
He quickly changed the subject and pointed at the stars. “Mu Andromedae, apparently the only binary system in that area. That makes it easier.” “The mist,” Hannah said and gave the order to the computer. “Add the nebulas in this sector.” Two larger once and one small once appeared, adding a soft purple and red glow to the emitted by the projection of the stars.
Still two clues left. What was it again? The winking eye and the fourth of the small one. The four them contemplated on the problem for a while. The fourth of the small one probably indicated the fourth planet or moon in a certain system, but what was the winking eye?
Frek walked to the around staring up to the nebulas. Suddenly he snapped his fingers. “I think I got it,” he said triumphantly, “Both stars spin around each other, circling this imaginary axis.” He pointed it out on the screen. “If you elongate it it’ll go through this nebula.” The other gathered around him, listening to his explanation. “As you can see there are various gaps in the nebula.” Hannah knew what he was getting at. “You’re saying those are the ‘eyes’?” Frek nodded. “They don’t seem to wink to me,” Melain said. “I know,” he said, “Computer, add all pulsars in the Mu Andromedae sector.” The computer bleeped in response and showed the requested objects. Three. They could leave one out of consideration as it was located in the far corner of the sector and was blocked from sight by the small nebula. That left two. “Let’s see which one lines up with one of the holes,” Frek said. A pulsing star in one of those gaps could resemble a blinking eye with a little imagination.
“This one,” Melain pointed after several minutes of trying out. “I think it’s the only one that fits the criteria.” She seemed to be right. The computer simulated the stars behaviour as well, letting the pulsar pulse. Placed in the middle of the almond shaped gap in the nebula, or ‘mist’, it almost resembled a winking eye. A calling eye.
“So all we have left is the little one,” Frek said pondering about it. “Well,” Grace said, “I might have an idea…” She paused and looked at the others. “Come on Counsellor, don’t keep us waiting,” Frek said impatiently. Grace smiled. “What is small, short or perhaps better said; ‘vertically challenged’?” Hannah, Melain and Frek looked at each other, the same word coming to their minds at the same time. “A dwarf!”
Before they could get into it further the intercom disrupted their little gathering. “This is the Captain. All senior crew report to the conference room.”
“At least we have something to report,” Hannah said satisfied following Grace to the door. Melain wanted to follow them, but Frek stopped her. He hadn’t had the chance to talk her alone. She turned around and looked at him questioningly. Frek stood there a bit uneasy. “I eh,” he started, “I’m sorry I, uh, more or less forced you to leave the Anu’T-Rof behind. I know you didn’t want to.” He paused for a moment searching for the right words. “I didn’t to make you upset or angry. I just couldn’t leave you behind.” “Why? Because it would jeopardise the mission?” “Yes well, and not only that. You know that...”
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Post by Deleted on Feb 7, 2006 0:49:02 GMT
"I understand. I would not want ot leave you behing either. It's just that somewhee inside I feel like I failed him." Melain admited. "If I'm a little late for the meeting it's because I've gone to change uniforms. This arctic wear is too cold down there, and it's too warm in here."
"Good idea." Frek replied. Melain waited for an awkward moment, then turned, headed out of astrometrics and headed for her quarters.
Why couldn't things be simple and easy? She felt all tangled up inside, first the thing with Danara and now this. Sometimes she felt like a garden in bad need of weeding. Once in her quarters she pulled off her arctic uniform and threw it in the laundry basket. She grabbed her standard uniform and slipped it on. "Much better." she commentec to no one, adjusting her earring which had caught in her hair. The bun she always wore it up in was coming undone, but she didn't have time to sort it out. As she was headed out the door she caught site of her keyboard. How long had it been since she'd sat down ans played? Maybe that's why she felt so tightly coiled, she hadn't taken an oppertunity to let it all out. She made a mental note to sit down and "tickle the ivories" on there way to the Mu Andromedae sector.
Apparently she was not the only senior crewmember late. Then she rememberd that Nick was in Sickbay, she'd have to check on him after the meeting to let him now what had happend.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 7, 2006 17:12:28 GMT
Cyle slowly made his way to the conference room, as he had no done much yet he didnt take much time to get there, he ordered a cup of water and sat down at a chair, waiting for the others to show up.
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Post by Harrias Jira on Feb 7, 2006 17:23:09 GMT
As Frek stepped through the door, closely followed by Lt Stevenson, Harrias stood up, pushing his chair back with far more force that he had meant to, sending it rushing backwards until it clattered against the wall with a thunk. - “What the hell happened down there? One minute we were innocently conducting our research, the next there are alarms going off, people rushing around and we were practically dragged off the station! You better have one hell of an excuse, because I’m itching to demote someone.” Everyone in the room was stunned into silence. Frek had stopped dead in his tracks as soon as his captain had started shouting. The young andorian glanced over to each of the three other members of his team in turn, looking for some support. - “I’m talking to YOU Mr Thelev. YOU were in charge, and because of YOUR decision, we found out nothing.”
--- Half an hour earlier ---
As he had passed the news to his first officer, Harrias had been feeling a full spectrum of emotions. He was exceedingly happy for the andorian, he was proud that someone he had mentored right through from the academy was now on his way to his own command, he was sad at the loss of his first officer, angry that Starfleet had chosen to pull him away from the Nevada midway through a mission. He sighed, at least he had a good crew that would be able to cope without the influence of their first officer for the rest of this mission. And indeed he had a few people that would be able to step up and take on more responsibility. Most likely he would share the XO duties between Lt Cmdr Talla and Cmdr Thelev, assuming the helmsman proved himself down on the planet.
With his first officer now gone, he was roaming the station on his own, with Cyle and Danara having partnered up to search the areas that high ranking officers such as Jira weren’t meant to know about. He smiled, Starfleet captains were always meant to be so squeaky clean, but everyone knew of one of maybe two who weren’t quite so righteous as the stereotype dictated. They just removed those people from the mental image, or else wrote them off as irregularities. Harrias wondered which category he fell closest to. He realised, quite depressingly, that it was probably the virtuous side. His brother would not be impressed.
His thoughts were broken as the whole station suddenly changed to a deep, fluctuating red colour and a loud, shrieking siren started sounding in his ear. Instinctively his hands shot first to his ears, then down to his belt to feel for his phaser. When neither made the situation any better, the trill stood and took stock. The station was most likely under some form of attack, and the best place he could be in such a situation would be his own vessel.
When he had come to this conclusion, he started to run through the corridors. As he ran he communicated to Danara and Cyle that they should do the same. The siren was really starting to get on his nerves, but this thought was soon thrown from his memory when he ran around a corner straight into a security team.
- “Escape quickly, trying to are we Captain?” - “I thought it best to be on my own ship.” - “Surprise us that does not. For you though, lucky it is that Vice-Chancellor agree with you. His order that removed from here you be.”
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Post by hannah on Feb 7, 2006 19:14:01 GMT
Frek rushed into the turbolift where Grace and Hannah were already stood waiting.
“Where’s Lorre?” Hannah asked expecting her to be right behind Frek.
“She’s gone to get changed,” Frek answered. Hannah looked at there clothes; she hadn’t actually noticed that they were still wearing the arctic gear.
“Deck 1, briefing room,” Frek ordered holding him pants up.
“You should really change back into your uniform before those pants actually fall down,” Hannah said with a smile.
“I will after this briefing is over,” Frek said.
“Hopefully they won’t fall down before then,” she said with a smile as they exited the turbolift.
“Just keeping holding onto them tight, it won’t look good if they fall down during the briefing,” Hannah said, laughing as the images flooded into her mind.
She followed Frek into the briefing room and she stopped laughing as soon as she saw the captain’s face. She stepped back as she heard him shout and felt really nervous, she hadn’t seen him like this before. But it wasn’t as if she knew him that well.
Frek looked to them for help and Hannah tried to puck up the courage to say something, to help him defend them.
“I’m talking to YOU Mr Thelev. YOU were in charge, and because of YOUR decision, we found out nothing,” captain shouted. Then Hannah wanted to say something, they’d been set up and she had to say something and before she even had time to think she spoke.
“It wasn't his fault, it wasn’t any of our…” she stopped herself as the captain glared at her. It was now up to Frek to explain.
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Post by gracemitchell on Feb 7, 2006 22:13:36 GMT
Grace listened to Harrias berate Frek, she also heard Hannah start to explain what they had found out. Grace stepped up, before Frek could recover himself "Captain, and don't give me that look. I have faced down Klingon's before. Take a moment to breath, Captain, then Mr Thelev can give his report." Grace turn and spoke to the rest of the people present "Now, why don't we all take a moment for a breather."
Every one took a seat, the captain was visible calming. Frek seemed to be thinking over his choice of words. Hannah and Melain (who had walked in on the tail end of the Captain's speech) actually looked mutinous. Cyle just looked glad it hadn't been directed at him and waited to see if more fireworks would occur.
"Good, now that we have all had a moment to compose ourselves, I believe Mr. Thelev has the floor."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 7, 2006 22:48:53 GMT
Melain had never seen the Captain this angry before, certainly she had tested his temper before but this was, for lack of better words, deeply disturbing. She stood in the doorway, mouth gaped open like some fish floundering on the shore. The swish of the automatic door brought her back to her senses and she gingerly stepped forward narrowly escaping the closing panels.
"Captain, and don't give me that look. I have faced down Klingon's before. Take a moment to breath, Captain, then Mr Thelev can give his report." Melain was very proud of Grace at this moment, and yet at the same time she wonderd if she would be forced to take sides on this matter. Although she disaproved of Frek's decision to flee she understood it, something the Captain did not, would not because he had not been there.
As Grace called for a breather Melain took a seat and tried to avoid the gaze of the other senior officers, those on the away team knew she'd opposed Frek's choice, those not on the team most likely expected her to stand up for her friend
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Post by fthelev on Feb 7, 2006 23:43:41 GMT
For a moment all he could do was stand there. He looked past the people sitting at the oval table in the conference room. On one end a part of the station was visible through the porthole. His glance returned to meet the Captains. Not unlike an asthmatic camel trying to get some air, his mouth opened and closed a couple of times. This wasn’t exactly what he had been expecting.
Before he could say something Grace interrupted. "Captain, and don't give me that look. I have faced down Klingons before. Take a moment to breath, Captain, then Mr Thelev can give his report. Now, why don't we all take a moment for a breather?"
A breather was exactly what Frek needed on this particular moment. Perhaps a gallon of whisky would do the trick. Or a ride to anywhere except here. He had never seen his Captain like this before. Jira looked angrier than a bloodwine deprived Klingon forced to bathe. Frek had a feeling in his stomach. And it wasn’t the pleasant kind.
He cleared his throat and licked his now dry lips, feeling the blood pounding in his ears. “Well,” he tried carefully. His antennas were hanging down like two withered Alvarian tulips. “I eh…we found the merchant we were looking for.” It sounded a bit poorly. “I know,” Jira said with a voice filled with sarcasm and suppressed anger, “I’ve been informed of that. He’s dead.” All he could manage for the next few seconds was staring at the Captain with his mouth open. “Dead sir?” he repeated quite parrot like. “Yes, very much. And I do would like to know how and why, the authorities seem to hold us responsible for it.” Captain Jira didn’t sound very pleased.
Frek tried to swallow, and managed with some effort. They had already expected the whole thing was a set up, so they would get the blame and delaying them. Apparently it worked. Still it made him feel awful. He couldn’t stop feeling responsible for the merchant’s apparent death. He tried to go over all of the events again, trying to see if things could have turned differently, better, if he had handled things differently. As briefly as he could he gave a full account of what happened at the merchants shop. “As you can see Captain,” he ended a bit feebly, “It looks like we’ve been framed.”
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Post by Deleted on Feb 8, 2006 0:05:57 GMT
News of Boksha- Tayo's death struck Melain like a level 10 force field. She felt like speaking up, but did not know what to say. Instead she leaned forward with her head clasped in her hands. She was angry, at Frek, at Grace, at the killer and at her self. She barely caught what Frek was saying till the very end. "...Framed"
"Something wrong Doctor" Harrias asked, somewhat harshly though more tenderly then he had spoken to Frek.
"I..." Melain did not know how to reply without getting Frek in trouble. "We where speaking to Boksha- Tayo, trying to get answers, but someone got there first. They shot him and escaped. He was not dead when we left, if I'd stayed he might have lived, but the sirens sounded and there we where, outsiders with the murder weapon."
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Post by Harrias Jira on Feb 8, 2006 0:32:27 GMT
Having heard the truth, or at least Frek's story which he would have to take as the truth, Harrias had calmed down a bit although he was still on edge enough to snap when Melain spoke. He turned to the pair of them, and indeed to Grace and Hannah too. - "You are telling me that we do have a lead to follow?" - "That is precisel..." - "Grace, a yes or no. Trying to make a point right now would be pointless." - "Yes." - "That is good to hear. Frek, you will stripped of all priviledges for the next month, Hannah, Grace, Melain; you will be similarly stripped of priviledges for a week. Set a course for the location that this riddle has given us. Thank you, meeting is now closed."
In contrast to standard procedure, Harrias stood up and immediately walked out of the room. He didn't want further argument and he didn't want anyone, Grace or otherwise, to try and undermine his position as captain of this vessel, and indeed as commander of Beta Squadron.
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Post by gracemitchell on Feb 8, 2006 1:31:53 GMT
"Well, I can't say I don't agree with him. We didn't handle the situation too well. I say we go forward from here with the information we have." Grace said then turned to Melain "I am very sorry Boksha-Tayo died. I still will honor his last request to me, to find those who did this to him and bring them in for justice."
Melain just shook her head at Grace and left the conference room saying something about wanting to be alone for awhile.
Frek looked at Grace and Hannah, "Perhaps we should go to our quarters and change. Then re-group in the messhall, and go over what we know so far. Although I'm not very hungry."
As the three of them left the conference room Frek asked Grace "Are you going to follow him and talk to him?"
"Not at this time. His body language told me to stay far away for now. I have to say, he had a right to be angry, but he should have heard what we had to say before he jumped on you. For the record, Frek, I would have done the exact same thing as you did almost to the letter."
"I hear a 'but' in there."
"Of course there is a 'but'."
"Well?"
"I wouldn't have blow the door off the car, I could have fallen out at anytime while I was driving it."
Hannah couldn't help herself, she started to laugh, so did Grace. Finally Frek joined in laughing.
They headed to their respective quarters for a change of clothes.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 8, 2006 2:22:23 GMT
Melain shook off the others invites to join then and headed towards sickbay. stripped of privileges for a week, and I was only acting under Frek's orders. It seems like Harrias is over reacting and yet it was not the punishment that botherd her, she could care less about that. It was the fact Harrias felt they deserved these consequences, If he'd sent Zhuk with them as leader instead of... come to think of it where was Zhukarak? she hadn't seen him at the meeting. =A=Computer locate Colonal Hrisvalor=A=
=A=Colonal Hrisvalor is no longer on board.=A=
Melain wonderd why Harrias would have left the First officer behind =A=Explain=A=
=A=The Colonal has been reassigned, he is now in command of the USS Jefferson=A=
"What!" Melain blurted out, exactly when was she going to be told this?
=A=The Colonal has been reassigned, he is now in command of the USS Jefferson=A= the computer repeated mistaking her outburst.
Melain enterd sickbay in an angry somewhat frusterated mood. "Something wrong?" Rachel asked.
"Lot's, but you really don't want to hear about it. Are you aware Colonal Hrisvalor was reassigned?" Melain asked.
"Yeah, I got a note less then an hour ago, It's too bad he left before we could throw him a farewell party." Rachel replied. "Nick's asleep he seems to be leveling out a little bit. Tom is looking after him. You look tired why don't you go to your quarters and rest? Away missions can be very draining and from what I heard it didn't go well."
"How did you?..." Melain asked suspicously.
Rachel smiled "It's a small ship. I'll call you if anything needs your attention."
Melain did not protest but headed for her quarters for a short nap.
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Post by hannah on Feb 8, 2006 10:28:33 GMT
Hannah walked down the corridor and back to her quarters, rethinking everything that had happened on the planet, trying to think what would have happened if they’d stayed. She knew the only result would be they would be in a prison on murder charges and the ship crew would be fighting though diplomatic channels to get them free instead of looking for the treasure. The actual murders would have won and have found the treasure before they had even left orbit. She knew they’d made the right decision, to run and escape.
Hannah entered her quarter and threw the jacket that she had under her arm onto the chair. She walked over the wardrobe and pulled out a new uniform. She changed quickly as she did she noticed a picture on her desk. It was of Hannah, her mother and father taken over 14 years ago.
“What would you have done?” she asked the picture of her mother. Her mother had been in Starfleet as a pilot until she had been killed in a shuttle accident.
She picked up the arctic wear that she had thrown on the floor and put it into the laundry basket. Then she moved over to her bed to pick up her brush and her foot slammed into the case that was sticking out from under the bed.
“Ouch,” she screamed as she grabbed her foot and sat down on the bed. After the pain disappeared she looked down at the brown case. It was her saxophone case, she hadn’t played in a while, she probably get quite a bit of an opportunity with her privileges being remove for the next week, so no holodeck access for her.
She pushed the case back under the bed and grabbed her brush of the side. She brushed her hair threw quickly, and then stood up. She moved to the door slipping her shoes back on and headed to the messhall to meet the others.
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Post by gracemitchell on Feb 8, 2006 12:23:13 GMT
Grace walked into her quarters, instead of changing she sat down on the first thing available. Despite her reassurances to the rest of the team, she did not feel the punishment was warranted, especially to Frek. It didn't bother her to loose privilages, but Frek made the right decisions in a bad situation.
Melain did not deserve to loose her privilages because she wanted to stay and help the merchant. The rest of them convinced her to leave.
Hannah didn't deserve punishment either, but Harrias has to make an example of the four of us. "What is going on with him." Grace wondered "He didn't even announce that Zhuk had recieved his own command and left us!"
She got up and started to change out of her artic wear into a regular uniform all the time talkiing outloud to herself "Harrias is probably expecting me to come and talk to him, which I should at least try and get Frek's lose of privilages reduced. I am not going to do that now, though. In my experiences of observing the Captain's behavior, when his emotions are heightened, he sometimes makes rash decisions, only to regret them later. I'll wait and see this could be one of those times."
Grace check her mirror to make sure everything was in it's place "Besides, who's going to have time for holodecks. We have a treasure to find, criminals to catch, and most importantly (before we get there I hope) find out what caused the insanity."
As she walked to the door her thoughts were on the insanity idea "The last thing this crew (and Captain) need is to become insane. Star Fleet will remove all of us from duty, if that happens."
Grace left her quarters heading to the messhall, in hopes that they can come up any ideas on how to find out what caused the insanity, every road led to Cardassia and Danara, in Grace's thoughts. "I have an idea, only I don't think the Captain will like it. I'll present it to Frek and Hannah for opinion and see what they think."
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Post by fthelev on Feb 8, 2006 14:58:17 GMT
Instead of following his colleagues’ example to get changed Frek went to the bridge. The Captain had ordered to set a course to the coordinates provided by the riddle. And this didn’t exactly seem to be the right time to delay that command.
The crew present on the bridge was minimal. Not unusual in a situation when the ship was docked. He sat down behind the navigation console and calculated a preliminary course to Mu Andromedae, that was where the first clue led to and probably the best place to start until they had it all figured out.
Twenty-three light-years. On a high average cruise speed of warp 8.5, it would give them approximately seven days to figure out a more exact location. It didn’t take long to inform the crew they were about to cast off and fill all the necessary positions to get on the way. The Captain hadn’t appeared on the bridge, probably in his ready-room. Frek signalled a helmsman to take over and briefly informed her of their course. “Keep the ship at warp 8.5,” he told Pavel before leaving. He turned to commander Talla who had just appeared on the bridge. “A course is set out. We should be ready to get on the way.”
The water felt cool and refreshing against his skin. With a hand he rubbed his face before using it to assist the other to lean on the sink. He looked in the mirror. A lousy looking Andorian stared back. Frek almost fell sorry for the guy. It looked like he had gone through a lot and judging by the way he looked it must have been a rough lot. Frek wondered if it had been as rough as what happened to him. The air escaped his lungs in a deep sigh as he turned around. His uniform jacket made a zipping noise as he zipped the zipper up. He couldn’t help but feeling depressed. Today sucked. This was definitely one of those days you would be better off staying in bed. He stared at his. It had two of Ferengi love dolls on it. He managed to take those with him, having to leave the box behind on their run. It gave him an idea.
Hannah and Grace were already sitting at a table discussing something. He planted him self at the four o’clock position at the round table. Grace was sitting at two o ‘clock. If she was the big hand and he the little, it would make it ten past four, which fortuitously was the time as well. Hannah was sitting at nine o’clock. Somehow he was glad Melain wasn’t here, he wouldn’t know what to say to her after what happened.
He put a piece of paper on the table. “Look at this.” Hannah stared at it. “A receipt,” she noted, “For those dolls.” “There’s some contact information on it,” Frek said, “I contacted them before coming here. “Frek,” Grace said with a frown, “really, I don’t think this is the time to try to get the merchandise back we left behind.” He shook his head. “It has nothing to do with that. Don’t think it’s a bit odd that Boksha-Tayo’s shop was the only one that looked so run down?” Hannah shrugged. “He was a merchant, sometimes they go out of business.” And this one went out of business in the most permanent way. He was a merchant with a capital ‘M’, the ‘M’ for murdered. “All the other shops seem to be doing fine. That’s why I contacted those salesmen,” Frek explained, “To see if they could tell me a bit more about it.”
He told them what those merchants told him. A little over ten years ago he had been visited by some non-Anu’T-Rof’s. A week later he had sold everything he owned, telling his neighbours he was investing in an expedition that would make him rich. For the next two months he disappeared. The salesman had been told he had been on the space station during that time. When he returned he had been broke. Lost everything he had, except for the shop premises which technically belonged to a relative.
“Are you suggesting he was part of an earlier search party?” Hannah asked. “Or at least backed one financially?” Frek made a gesture to indicate he didn’t really now himself. “From what I can tell it looks like a big swindle to me,” he said, “But that treasure is like a red line in his life.”
Grace nodded. She could see it as well. First the Cardassian who told him about it, next someone comes along and cons him. Next your favourite four villains show up, followed by some Starfleet officers and he gets killed.
Frek got up to get himself a drink and a bite. “Something tells me he knew a little bit more than he managed to tell us,” he said resting his hands on the back of his seat. “And they just gave you all this information?” Hannah inquired. “No,” Frek scowled, “I had to post-order another box of those Ferengi love dolls.” He turned around to head for the replicator. “Vulcan style this time,” he added over his shoulder.
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Post by Harrias Jira on Feb 8, 2006 15:39:00 GMT
Retiring to his ready room once more, Harrias was still seething slightly. Although he had now found out that there was some kind of reason for the incompetence of Commander Thelev and his team, he had still not forgiven them. He knew that they would probably be harbouring some pretty nasty thoughts about him for a while, but sometimes a commanding officer had to be harsh. He eased himself down into the seat behind his desk, dropping a pair of PADDs onto the surface as he did so. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed the message light flashing on the thin line of buttons visible while his screen was closed. He flipped the screen up, and immediately the federation logo appeared with the word ‘Connecting’ below it. After a few seconds, Admiral Lin appeared, his face filling the whole screen.
- “Captain. I have a couple of items to discuss with you. As you know Colonel Hrisvalar has been reassigned to the USS Jefferson as a result of the transfer of Rear Admiral Loskene. Due to these pair of transfers, a number of changes have been made. As a result, the Jefferson has been transferred to Beta Squadron, while Admiral Keztrek will move in the other direction to command Alpha Squadron. I have before me the orders for the Jefferson, and I believe it would be prudent if you issued his first orders.” - “Of course Admiral, I would be honoured. You said there were a couple of items?” - “Yes. The other is of a slightly more serious manner.” The senior trill’s face clouded over, before breaking out into a big smile. “Due to your performance as Squadron CO, Starfleet has seen fit to promote you to Commodore. Although the official ceremony will go through on your return to Assailant, the promotion itself was filed with the other changes to the fleet, meaning that as of now you are promoted to Commodore, with all privileges and duties attached. Congratulations Commodore Jira.” Harrias was shocked, he knew that as squadron commander he was almost entitled to the rank, but he had never truly been expecting it. He composed himself quickly and then a sudden realisation hit him – he had never told the crew about the departure of Zhuk. Although he had circulated a memo to each department, he hadn’t said anything in the meeting. He cursed himself silently. - “I don’t know what to say Admiral. Thank you.” - “You deserve it. I don’t like to cut this short, but there are a few things I have to deal with. Admiral Lin out.”
The comm. link closed, with the screen reverting first to the federation logo once more before changing to his message box. Harrias thumbed through a few of his written messages, both internal and external, before building up his confidence to speak to his ex-FO.
- "Captain...I apologize...Commodore Jira. It is good to see you, and that extra pip on your collar suits you. Congratulations again." - "To you as well, Zhukarak. I have a mission for you. Remember that nebula you were sent out to study during your ACTC at the academy? Well, it's on its way out of our sector, but Admiral Lin wants to have some more studies done on it. He was intrigued by your last report of it. So I'm sending you out to revisit it." - "Yes, I remember. Is there anything in particular we should be looking for?" The newly promoted Commodore was looking down at his notes before he looked back up to respond. - "Standard research really. The makeup of it. In particular, what may have caused that Jem'Hadar attack ship to have become dormant...if the nebula was the cause. One more thing...you will be taking along a guest. An attache to the Klingon High Council, an Ambassador Kralok. We have an agreement to exchange scientific information on nebulae with the Klingons. He is here to observe our studies. You depart in four hours." - "Sounds good, sir. I just have to recall my crew and we'll be on our way. If that is all, it was good seeing you again...Harrias." - "Same here, Zhuk. That is all I have for you. I wish you the best on your first mission as Captain." Harrias gave a wave 'good bye' before his hand went out of sight below the screen to cut the transmission.
With that out of the way, Harrias turned his thoughts back to his own mission. He had been informed that it would be around a week before they got to the binary system of Mu Andromedae. He wondered what to do about informing the crew about the loss of their first officer. A ship-wide transmission seemed to be the quickest and most efficient way of getting the news around.
- “Attention crew. It is my duty to inform you all that Lieutenant Colonel Zhukarak Hrisvalar has transferred to the USS Jefferson where he will assume the duty of commanding officer. This is a large loss to the Nevada, but as we always have before, I am certain that we will be able to take this in our stride and continue to run this ship in the way that we have all become accustomed to. For the duration of this mission the duties of first officer will be jointly assumed by Lieutenant Commander Lani Talla and Commander Frek Thelev.”
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Post by Deleted on Feb 8, 2006 17:45:26 GMT
Cyle was stunned, he had never before seen anyone stripped of his or her privledges, and even though Cyle and thought the away team could have done something else, he wasnt entirely sure he agreed with the captains actions.
'He needs to know' Cyle thought as he stood up from his quarters once again. He made his way to the bridge, where he saw Commander Thelev, who seemed a little sullen than normal.
Pushing the door chime to the captains ready room, he entered moments later. "captain, i need to talk to you"
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