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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2006 0:55:47 GMT
Melain had a very hard time hearing Talla's reply, partly because he was trying to communicate with the rest of the away team at the same, and partly because it was very hard to hear above the creaking of the ship.
"Let's move, we need to get to the others!" Danara yelled over the noise, she'd thrown her rifle over her shoulder and was making for the bridge at a very uneven pace, clutching the walls for support and wavering back and forth.
Melain had found a nice cornerin which to lean and remain on he feet. "Can't we just beam back to the ship from here?"
"Too much interferance, we need to get to the Beam in point." Danara replied, "Come on."
Melain followed her somewhat reluctantly towards the lift. Danara pride open the door and slipped inside. "I seem to recall a safety lecture on not using the turbolifts during an emergency." Melain reminded.
"Do you want to climb through six decks worth of jeffrey's tubes?" Danara asked. 'With the ship churning like this. It's Cardassian designed, it'll be fine."
Melain held back a comment on 'Cardassian designed' and got into the lift. She clutched her med pack tightly the entire way up. "There, see we are fine." Danara reasured her as the lift came to a stop and the door slid open. Melain bounded out, nearly toppliing Frek over in the process. Danara followed cooly. seconds later the ship gave another shake, and the turbolift rushed out of sight at an alarming pace.
"Some ride eh?" Danara grinned.
Melain rolled her eyes and reached for her comm badge. =A= Away team to the Nevada, 6 to beam out =A= "I certainly hope you guys got the location of that treasure."
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Post by gracemitchell on Feb 23, 2006 12:50:56 GMT
During the first shudder Grace lost her balance and fell to the ground. She thought it was a good place to be during the second shudder after seeing Frek grab a locker where his fingers ended up getting slammed by the locker door.
“What happened,” Talla asked again. “Tessahipleavi,” Frek tried. He suddenly realised he still had his semidetached fingers still in his mouth. He took them out and tried again. “There’s a ship leaving. It was hiding in the nebula.” This time it sounded more clearly. “They were targeting us with some sort of beam before all this started.” That didn’t exactly explain why the one they were on was falling apart. “I think they overloaded the structural integrity field,” Hannah was quick to add.
As Melain and Danara appeared from the turbolift, Melain signalled the Nevada for a beam out. After they all materialized on the Nevada, they were informed they did not have warp capability, the criminals were one step ahead of them, again.
Grace asked the transporter chief to scan the Cardassian ship for a Nausican life sign, if Oroset was still on the Cardassian ship, perhaps they could beam her to the brig. It would be one less criminal to worry about.
"Do you think they would leave one of their own behind?" Melain asked.
"I believe they would. All that I have read about them says they are not extremely loyal. I just have a hunch she is still on that ship." Grace replied.
"A Nausican life sign in the medbay" the Chief reported "I have a lock on it. She is safely in the brig."
"Melain, Danara see to the prisoner." Harrias orderd.
Melain and Danara left the transporter room to go to the brig to question Oroset.
[modified to coincide with Melain's post]
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Post by hannah on Feb 23, 2006 21:50:59 GMT
=/\= Understood, on my way =/\= Hannah said closing the comm. channel.
Hannah left the others in the transporter room and headed for the bridge. Her mind raced wondering what would stop them from going into warp and a list of ideas came into her head. She ran each option though her head and worked out the most likely.
She stepped out of the turbolift and onto the bridge and walked over to the engineering station. She interfaced with the engineering system and started running diagnostics and scans to check which of her ideas had actually caused the problem. Then she came across something.
“The criminals injected a compound before they jumped into warp, it’s disrupting the creation of a stable warp bubble so we can go into warp,” Hannah explained.
“Can we counter it?” Harris asked.
“No, we have to wait for it to dissipate,” Hannah said.
“How long with that take?” he asked.
“About 45 minutes,” Hannah informed. The criminals had done a good job at getting a head start and stopping the Nevada crew from following them.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2006 0:00:06 GMT
As soon as a the away team beamed back on board Grace brought up the unconsouse Nausican Convict. Oroset was beamed into the Brig and moments later the Cardassian vessel literay fell apart. "Melain, Danara see to the prisoner." Harrias orderd. Melain was already heading to the door.
"Like she deserves our help, you go Melain I'm tired." Danara commented as soon as they where out of hearing.
"The Captain gave us a direct order, you're coming with me. Besides I'm sure there are answers she has that we need." Melain was startled at her friend's response.
"Anything I do to her is going to leave her without those answers." Danara snarled. 'This is ridiculus, we should never have beamed her aboard."
Melain stopped. 'Are you feeling alright?" she asked, somewhat sarcastically.
"Apart from a spliting headache I'm fine Doctor dear." Danara chirped. 'Now come on, your patient is waiting."
Danara was touchy, Melain knew that, but this was ridiculuse. Maybe she was angry about what had happend on the ship, maybe she felt like Melain should have let her handle Oroset. "If your headache gets worse I'll give you something. I gave Oroset a strong dose of Kayolane so I'm going to need to get her awake and aware before you can do your job. If you do anything to cause her harm I personnaly will file a report advising that you be tossed out of Star Fleet."
Danar mocked astonishment "Oh, paperwork. well then I'll be a good girl."
Melain had the guard lower the force field and she kneeled down beside Oroset who was laying on the floor. she drew up a dose of Netinaline and injected it. "Danara, enter. Guard raise the force field." Oroset began to stir. "I gave her enough to wake her up, but she is still going to be weak and drowsy."
"Perfect." Danara knelt down and pulled Oroset to her feet. 'Hear me Nausican, you are being held in the Brig of the USS Nevada a Federation vessel. We saved your life, now you'd better repay us by lossening your tongue."
"No... I have Loyalty." Oroset replied as she began to hold her own weight. "You will get nothing from me."
"The Doctor here is prepared to administer a drug at my command, under it's affects you will spill your darkest secrets, then die a very painful death. If I had my way you'd be under it's affects already, but rule are rules." Danara explained, Melain had no such drug, nor would she ever consider administering it, but she could understand what Danara was doing.
"My mind is strong.' Oroset smiled. 'Go ahead."
Danara stepped back.'Go ahead Doctor, you heard her." Melain hesitated, then drew up a dose of a placebo. Danara was taking this too far, her methods where unorthadox.
Oroset stumbled forward, evading Melain's shaking hypospray. In a flash Danara brought up her phaser rifle, striking the Nausican in the jaw. Oroset fell to her knees, and then to the floor a steaming wound in her chest. Melain dropped her hypospray in shock and Danara lowerd her rifle.
"NO! By the Prophets Danara what is wrong with you!? Get out of my sight!!!" Melain hollard, her face felt flushed and her heart beat so hard she thought it would burst out of her chest.
"Ungrateful welp! I just saved your life. She had a knife, didn't you see the knife!?" Danara hollard back, the rifle now leveled at Melain.
Melain opened Oroset's clasped hand, there was nothing there, or in the other one. "The guards disarmed her! You where only looking for an excuse to shoot her!"
"You're with them aren't you, what did you give her?" Danara accused.
"You are being paranoid. I order you to lower your weapon." Melain replied calmly, trying to hide the quiver in her voice. Danara changed settings instead. Melain looked over to the guard who looked unsure of what to do. "Stun." she said, hoping he would get the message.
"In your dreams." Danara replied, thinking Melain was speaking to her. The guard fired, and Danara dropped to the foor.
"Get her weapon, contact the Captain and tell him what happened." Melain orderd as she pulled out her tricorder. One look at the readings made her swear in Bajoran. =A= two to beam directly to sickbay=A= Danara's Acetylcholine levels where off the charts. Once in sickbay she ordered Rachel down to the Brig to look after Oroset. Melain knew she probably should have stayed, but forced to make a decision she'd go with the crewmember over the convict any day.
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Post by Harrias Jira on Feb 24, 2006 0:22:58 GMT
Jira sighed as he heard the full news about the warp engines. In forty-five minutes the bandits would have a clear advantage over them. And yet, the trill had to wonder whether it had been a bad play by their competitors. Although they had gained a definite advantage, to set up such a trap must have taken over that amount of time. It seemed to be a large risk to take. Unless they were getting close and definite advantages were preferable to long ones. The Nevada’s commanding officer took some heart from this and forced a smile onto his face.
- “Well, for what it’s worth, give us best possible speed. Let’s make the best of what we have at least. I’ll be down in the brig. Stevenson, you have the bridge.”
In the time that it took him to get to the brig, the newly promoted commodore had made a few key decisions, formulated some interesting questions, and discovered that turbolifts work better when you tell them to go somewhere. Even in this modern age, mind-reading hadn’t been added into the ship’s systems. As the lift reached deck 8, his commbadge chirped. He slapped his arm up to it, an action that had become second nature after years in the fleet.
=/\= Captain, there has been an incident in the brig. Danara has been taken to sickbay after being shot. =/\= =/\= Oroset... =/\= =/\= No sir, one of our guards. Danara thought she saw a blade, and attacked the prisoner. We had to take her down. =/\= =/\= Dammit! I’ll be right there. =/\=
The trill broke into a jog for the rest of the distance, arriving in the brig under a minute later. When he arrived, Cyle was in the process of ‘securing’ the prisoner, meaning that he was applying the weighty cuffs around both wrists and ankles, leaving the large nausicaan with very little manoeuvrability.
- “What’s the status of the prisoner?” - “She’s fine Captain.” The marine replied with a scoff. Jira rose his eyebrows slightly, as he observed the blood creeping out of the corner of the nausicaan’s mouth. - “She seems to be bleeding Lieutenant.”
Cyle glanced coldly at Jira, and then roughly wiped the blood off with the cuff of his sleeve. - “She’s fine Captain.” He repeated. - “Get the hell out of there lieutenant. I’ll see you in the office in a minute.” He watched as the marine stepped back slightly from the prisoner, but no further. - “I don’t want another incident Mr Johnson. Get out of there before I have someone help you out.” This time, the marine turned and walked out, the field letting him through without dropping. Jira only saw the back of the young man as he strode across the room to the office. Oroset stood up to her full height, her eyes blazing in glee at the marine. - “Nice tame pet you’ve been turned into.” She spat at him, but the liquid simply fizzled and evaporated on the force field.
With the orders made, he stepped through into the office. - “What the hell was that about?! I know you said there was a history, but I will not have politics on my back pushing for charges about maltreatment of prisoners. We are not savages.”
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Post by gracemitchell on Feb 24, 2006 2:15:21 GMT
Grace walked into the brig in time to hear Cyle's response to the Commodore's inquiry about the injury to the prisoner. Grace stayed in the background until Harrias and Cyle were both in the office. She stepped up to the forcefield, deciding to be very nice to our guest.
"Hello! My name is Grace. I understand your name to be Oroset. May I call you Oroset?"
"I don't want to hear you talk at all, human."
"Hmmm... that could be a problem for you. As ship's Counselor, I am one of the few people that will be allowed to speak to you. So why don't we just get to the point, shall we?"
"Are you always this annoying, human?"
"I'm sorry, I didn't know I was annoying you. I tell you what, if you answer one question for me, I will go away and not 'speak' to you again."
"If I don't answer your question are you going to stay here and talk to me?"
"I plan to stay right outside this forcefield until we reach a star-base to deliver you to. I plan to never stop talking until that time. We will talk all about girl things: clothes, men, food, make-up, how to fix our hair. Speaking of hair, I think yours could use a little product to tame it slightly. And your clothes, when was the last time you saw your wardrobe consultant, that outfit does nothing to flatter your figure. Care to answer my one really important question, yet? I'm just getting started!"
Oroset refused to answer Grace's one important question, so Grace spent the better part of one hour talking non-stop. The guard on duty was starting to have a difficult time keeping a straight face from all the gibberish Grace was speaking. The Nausican was holding her hands over her ears. Grace just kept on talking, hoping to wear Oroset down to answer her one real question.
Grace had stated she would not speak to Oroset again if she answered Grace's question. However, Grace did not disclosed that she was a telepath, every woman deserved a little secret.
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Post by hannah on Feb 25, 2006 2:07:27 GMT
Hannah was quite surprised at being told that she had the bridge and she looked around realising that she was the only senior officer on the bridge.
“Understood,” she said to the captain as he walked away.
She moved over to the chair at the centre of the bridge and sat down in it slowly placing the tool kit she still had from the way mission next to the chair. This was the first time she’d been in charge of the bridge and she was quite nervous. She relaxed back into the chair and looked at the view screen that was showing the two pieces of the Cardassian ship.
“Plot a course out of here maximum impulse,” she said to the man at the helm.
“Course plotted,” he said a few moments later.
“Engage,” Hannah ordered. Hannah looked down at the control panels on the chair and tried to work out what each one did. She decided that she need to do some work to find out where they were heading once they got warp power back.
She opened her tool kit and took out a pad that contained all the information on the mission. She looked though the data she hadn’t managed to retrieve much as the criminals had done an excellent job of deleting the information. She believed though that from the data she could plot there approximate course and should be able to pinpoint the system they had came from and maybe if she had any luck where about in the system.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 25, 2006 3:50:02 GMT
Melain got Danara up on the main biobed and called up Tom's program. "I haven't got time to explain, I need a Level-4 Neurographic Scan stat."
The EMH confused, it was a tall order. "Right, I'll get the equipment, you get her file and begin prep." he replied, heading over to the storage unit.
Melain put Danara in temperary stasis, the last thing she wanted was for the neural damage to get worse. Why had she not forseen this, and yet it made no sense. Other vessels, none Cardassian vessels, had been lost going after the treasure and no other Away team member was acting out of ordinary. It angerd her that she could have prevented this if she'd been more uptight about safety standards. Then again if she'd been in a biosuite she would not have been able to knockout Oroset...
Melain's mind raced through the whole procedure and once the scans where done she'd looked over them to find she wa not surprised at all. Danara's central nervouse system was pumping out more then double the neurotransmitters it should be, explaining the hallucinations, her body was struggling to deal with the information overload, hich explained the headache and her frontal cortex was abnormaly active, whch explained her attitude. It looked like she might be able to repair most of the damage with Neurosynaptic Therapy, but having never encounterd this type of situation before the results where iffy.
"I hope your not tired because we are in for a very long day." She sighed looking up at Tom who was looking over the results of the scan.
"I don't get tired Doctor." Tom replied, completly missing Melain's point.
"The Cardassian Nevouse system is a complex monster, this is going to take longer then it would on most humanoids. I need you to document carefully everything we do. Let's get started." Melain directed. "I'm going to bring her out of stasis."
Melain tried to recall everything she knew about Neurosciance, it was a fair bit, but at the same time he'd give anything for a mind, or rather program, like Tom's. There where at least two times where he mentioned something useful, and once where he pointed out something she'd missed. Once they'd stabalzed Danara and felt comfortable taking a break Melain took a rest to contact the Captain.
=A=Doctor Lorre to Commodore Jira=A=
=Jira here, tell me what the heck happend=A=
=A= Danara's been affected by whatever set the Cardassians off, and probably the other crews as well. She's gone, well I supose the closest way to decribe it is dellusional. She wasn't herself sir, and she did believe she saw a knife=A=
=A=What can you do?=A=
=A=Hard to say what we can do sir, but right now I'm going with Neurosynaptic Therapy, it's used in behavior modification, but extends to other application. Other then that there are some medications, but their affects are temperary so she's going to have to take them regularily.=A=
=A=You know best Doctor. Keep me posted and forward he information you got in the Cardassian Sickbay to Science.=A=
=A= Understood Comodore =A=
Melain made the transfer and grabbed a cup of coffee to drink while she looke dover the results of the last Inner Nuncial Series, they'd ran the tests regularity to check their progress. So far they'd made a small dent, but not as much as she'd hoped.
Danara was set to join the Conquerer's fighter wing once they got back to the Assailent, if she wa permenantly damaged by this, would that still be happning? Who wanted a Schizophrenic in the cockpit of a fully loaded fighter?
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Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2006 2:53:22 GMT
OFF: actually its wasnt Oroset that i had experiences with, but i can work with it.
ON:
Cyle was sitting in his office when a messenger came from the brig. "Luetenant?" "yes" he said, not looking up from a report he was reading. "A prisoner has arrived from the Cardassian ship, a Nausicaan fem....." He was cut off as when Cyle roughly pushed his chair away from the desk and rushed out the door. The messenger followed after him, calling out to him "Wait sir, theres more" "more?" "yessir, Danara was shot by our guards for striking the prisoner, the guards say Danara thought she had knife" Cyle broke into a run at that moment, leaving the messenger behind.
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The doors to the brig slid open as Cyle stepped in. "leave" he said to the gaurds, who stared dumbly at one another, then left. Cyle turned and looked at the nausicaan, who was leaning against a wall in the cell, breathing a bit heavily, her eyes closed. He released the forcefeild and stepped in, Orosets's eyes opened as he stepped nearer"Ah, the young welp had grown up into a big bag Federation pet, a pity really, you could have been one of us"
"SHUT UP, you know nothing of who I am, you never did. I would never have been one you, i would have ended up dead laying in the alley of some rundown town in some desolate planet."
"your wrong, bo'Tija spoke highly of you. you might have led a group like us of your own one day. But i can see the federation has "trained" you to be someone else"
"SHUT UP" he said roughly slapping her across the face. He stepped out of the cell and went to the wall, wree the menacles were hanging, grabbing them he turned back and started to put them on when the commadore stepped in.
“What’s the status of the prisoner?” - “She’s fine Captain.” The marine replied with a scoff. Jira rose his eyebrows slightly, as he observed the blood creeping out of the corner of the nausicaan’s mouth. - “She seems to be bleeding Lieutenant.”
Cyle glanced coldly at Jira, and then roughly wiped the blood off with the cuff of his sleeve. - “She’s fine Captain.” He repeated. - “Get the hell out of there lieutenant. I’ll see you in the office in a minute.” He watched as the marine stepped back slightly from the prisoner, but no further. - “I don’t want another incident Mr Johnson. Get out of there before I have someone help you out.” This time, the marine turned and walked out, the field letting him through without dropping. Jira only saw the back of the young man as he strode across the room to the office. Oroset stood up to her full height, her eyes blazing in glee at the marine. - “Nice tame pet you’ve been turned into.” She spat at him, but the liquid simply fizzled and evaporated on the force field.
With the orders made, he stepped through into the office. - “What the hell was that about?! I know you said there was a history, but I will not have politics on my back pushing for charges about maltreatment of prisoners. We are not savages.”
"what do you about being savage?" Cyle blurted out. "uh, I'm sorry sir, i shouldnt have yelled at you like that"
"No, you shouldnt have."
" Its just, you have no idea what its like to live the way i did. I grew up around these people, and i had done half the things that would get me courtmarshalled today. I thought i had finally gotten rid of all of it, my past, my actons, everything. And then, now they suddenly come rushing back into my life. Do you have any idea what its like?" Cyle said, his emotions taking control as a few tears fell from his eyes.
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Post by gracemitchell on Feb 26, 2006 13:10:34 GMT
Grace contiuned to talk for another half hour, while she was talking Harrias walked in. He heard Grace talking only stopping long wnough to take a breath. The Commodore walked over to the guards on duty "How long has the Counselor been talking like that?" He asked the guards.
"The Counselor has been speaking to the prisoner for an hour and half, sir. She has told the Nausican that she will continue speaking until the Nausican answers one real question."
"Has Grace asked the question, yet?"
"No, sir."
"Then you don't know what her real question is?" The guard shook his head no. "Interesting. I wonder what her one question will be?" Harrias said.
"I'm sure I don't know, sir."
Before Harrias could speak again, Oroset began to yell "Alright, I'll answer your one question, if you will just stop talking."
With a small smile on her lips, Grace said "I would be only to happy to comply. My one and only question is: What do your comrades know about the treasure and where exactly is it located?"
Harrias was slightly impressed. In one carefully worded question, Grace was, hopefully, managing to get all the information they needed out of Oroset. He waited for Oroset's reply.
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Post by hannah on Feb 26, 2006 20:42:43 GMT
There was a bleep from the console next to Hannah and she jumped up right out of the chair. She composed herself and picked up the pad that she had knocked to the floor. She tapped a button on the console to open the comm. channel.
=/\= Engineering to Bridge =/\= came a familiar voice.
=/\= Bridge here =/\=
=/\= The substance has dissipated enough for us to go to warp =/\=
=/\= Understood =/\= Hannah said closing the comm. channel. She stood up and moved over to the helm and handed the helm officer the pad she’d been working on.
“Set a course, to follow the flight path shown on the pad,” she ordered.
“Understood,” he said entering the information in the console and them handed her back the pad.
“Course plotted.”
“Engage at maximum warp cruising speed,” Hannah ordered moving back to sit down in the captain’s chair.
Hannah had managed to approximation deduce the Cardassian’s flight path from the bits of data they had received from the Cardassian’s computer. They were heading to the same red dwarf as before but Hannah had managed to confirm that that was the right system and come up with whereabouts in the system the Cardassian’s had come from. She hoped that when they got closer that she could with the help of Ops match the deduced Cardassian’s flight path with an orbit of one of the planets in the system.
“Helm, how long until we reach the system?” Hannah asked.
“Twenty six hours,” the helm officer answered.
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Post by fthelev on Feb 27, 2006 16:23:34 GMT
There’s nothing a good night’s sleep can’t fix. Except perhaps a major hangover, that might take the better part of the day as well, or a scull fracture. At this moment he had neither, but that could change. If he got out of this whole thing alive he could sure do with a good party. Of course, being beaten on the head with some sort of blunt and heavy object didn’t seem entirely impossible as well. Considering all, it was almost certainly the more probable thing to happen. So far he had been on an away team twice during this mission. On the first someone got killed. They had to run from the local law enforcement since they thought they did the killing and he survived a women’s driving. Then on the second one he had been on a ship falling apart with a crew that had been dead for fifteen years. It almost cost him a foot and several fingers. He didn't want to think about the third away mission. The saying says ‘the third time’s a charm’. And with those charming characters hanging around the charm would probably be a death spell.
A yawn echoed through the room, followed by the sound of water splashing. Two sleepy eyes looked into the mirror above the sink. Two looked back. Once there had been four of them looking back. That had not been a good thing. Frek took a deep breath and exhaled while he stretched himself. His foot seemed to be in its natural state again. He examined his fingers. The two that got caught between the doors still seemed to be a bit on the thick side and one of the nails had turned into an interesting colour. A mixture of dark green and purple with shades of black. It would probably fall off soon. Not that bad. To be honest he had expected his fingers to fall off.
In the old days you could clearly feel a ship trembling when it went to or dropped out of warp. Those times had been long gone. Nowadays you really need to know what you were looking for to be able to notice the sudden change in speed. Usually a quick glance out of window would do the trick. There wasn’t much call for windows on the bridge. It had a big screen. The Nevada had dropped out of warp and passed the outer planet of the system, consisting of six planets. At this distance the red dwarf itself was nothing more than a speck amongst specks, though you could clearly see it was brighter than the ones surrounding it. A clear red dot sending out its light.
“Anything?” It was a short question, as was the reply returned to the Commodore. “Not yet.” The words were accompanied by a shaking of the head that most species interpreted as a negative response. “Keep scanning,” Jira told the operations officer.
The atmosphere on the bridge was tense. Was this really the system they had started looking for over a month ago? And if it was, where was their competition?
Ensign Rubor, the Vulcan assistant Chief Science Officer, looked up from his work. “Commodore.” While the voices of most officers and enlisted crew betrayed tension, excitement or both, his was plain and devoid of any emotion. Have him read you a bedtime story and you would fall a sleep within seconds. T’Fat might be annoying but he was just plain boring. “Commodore, the fourth planet has a breathable atmosphere.”
With a quick movement of his hands Frek dried them on his trousers. He too felled the tension and excitement. “We just passed the fifth planet sir.”
It almost seemed as if they passed a magic line. All things started to happen at once. “Sir! I’m picking up a faint EM-residue from an impulse drive,” Jenkins reported. “Can you track it Lieutenant?” It may have been formulated as a question, but it was clear Jira expected him to be able to do so. Jenkins didn’t reply but started to work frantically. It didn’t take him long before he was able to reply. “It’s leading directly to the fourth planet.” He paused to look up some data. “Southern hemisphere,” he added sounding excited. “Water and land relate to each other in a three to one ratio,” Rubor said sounding boring. Jira had come up from his chair and stared at the image of the planet on the screen. “Can you see them on sensors?” Cyle manning the tactical station shook his head. “No sir. They might be on the planet or hidden by it.” The Commodore stared at the screen as if going over a thought. “Mr. Thelev, high orbit when we arrive. Rubor, I want information on that planet. Jenkins, scan for our ‘friends’. If they are there I want to know where.”
17 minutes later.
“Sir, I’ve got something. About ten degrees below the equator,” Jenkins said. His voice was raised in pitch somewhat higher than it was in its normal state. “T’Ror and her gang?” Everyone was quiet on the bridge waiting for the reply. “Uh…No, I don’t think so sir.” This could either be a good or a bad thing. That depended on how you looked at it. “Several large structures. Metal alloys. Could be…” “..The wrecks of the lost transport and those who went looking for it,” Frek finished in a soft tone. If it was said by a good actor it might even have sounded dramatic. This was it. They were here.
Twenty-five percent of the planet consisted out of land. It was divided into two large landmasses, continents, and one large archipelago. The main viewer had zoomed in on the latter. Red blinking dots indicated the locations where they found what they believed to be the wrecks. Once all the islands had been volcanic, but they had long since died. It left a whole system of tunnels and interconnecting catacombs behind. The vegetation seemed to be limited to bushes and small trees. Not higher than your average midget. All in all it looked uninviting. Warm and wet.
“Any sign of the treasure?” Jira wanted to know. “None,” Jenkins replied. He sighed and opened his mouth to say something, but changed his mind. Then changed it again. “Sir, we can scan objects, but it’s almost as if an atmospheric compound is preventing us from getting any detail.” “But we can use the transporters?” Commodore Jira inquired. Jenkins shrugged. “I think so. Beaming down won’t be a problem, but we’ll need an active combadge signal to lock on to when returning.” “So it’s best not to lose or break them,” Hannah stated. It was general comment, but somehow Frek had the feeling they were all looking at him.
“Time for a battle plan,” Jira said. “Take all the scans we need. All senior officers in the conference room in one hour.”
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Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2006 17:05:07 GMT
=A= Senior officers meet in the conferance room in one hour=A=
Melain had got that message half an hour ago, and was putting off actually leaving. But when she realised that Frek was injured, that she needed something to eat and that everything was basically under control in sickbay she realised she could not put it off any longer.
"You had better go Doctor." Tom pointed out. "Rachel is back, we will be fine."
"I was just thinking that. Keep running the tests periodically, but call me if anything happens." Melain directed. "Rachel, how's our other patient?"
"Which one?" the Nurse asked. "Oroset is fine, she's as tough as she looks. Nick Greyson is sleeping at the moment, and that's the best thing for him."
"Did you tell him about Danara?" Melain asked.
"Not yet, I figured he's got enough to worry about without us throwing that at him." Rachel replied. "Is that alright?"
"We will have to let him know eventualy, he is her commaning officer, but I get where you are coming from. This should not take long." Melain called back through the door as she made her way to the Bridge, carrying a medpack for Frek's variose collected injuries.
Whoever designed the Conferance room wa ssmart enough to put a replicator in the corner. most likely a past officer, used to long crazy hours. Melain replicated a bowl of vegtable soup and a bun, she the sat down to eat and wiated for the rest of the officers to arrive, thinking all th while about what exactly she knew about how Danara could hve been affected.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 28, 2006 15:50:23 GMT
Cyle had been in his quarters for the long hour after his argument with the Captain. He needed to clear his head, while doing so he took 3 showers, changed his clothes 5 times, and punched the wall 4 times.
Finally calmed down enough to eat something, Cyle went to conferance room, where he knew a replicator was, and sat down to eat. Taking a seat next to Commander Melain, he put down his plate of spaghetti and his glass of water, full to the brim, and took a deep breath.
" I heard Danara was going a little crazy in the brig, anything i need to worry about? Have you told Nick yet? Would you like me too when he gets better?" He spoke kinda monotoneously(Is that even a word?) and stared unblinkingly at her.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 28, 2006 16:02:10 GMT
Melain tensed up as Cyle sat next to her, she was not having an easy day and frankly wanted a little space. "I heard Danara was going a little crazy in the brig, anything i need to worry about? Have you told Nick yet? Would you like me too when he gets better?"
Melain put her spoon down, and turned to the Marine. "This ship is either way too small or way too chatty. Danara is very very sick and she wil probably never fully recover. So if you wouldn't mind passing that on back through the lined of communication I'm sure she would appreciate having "Crazy" corrected to 'ill.' No I have not told Nick yet, He's got enough to worry about right now without this on his plate and He's been pretty much sleeping the last two days away anyway."
"Ah, Oh okay." Cyle replied, and Melain knew she'd been a little harsh.
"Something happend to her on that Ship, and I haven't got a really good idea what it was. But with a little time and prayer I plan on finding out and repairing the damage." Melain added. "Danara's in no position for comverstation at the moment, but if you want to visit that will be fine." Melain turned bck to her soup, and hoped the others wold arrive soon.
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Post by gracemitchell on Feb 28, 2006 17:03:46 GMT
Grace walked into the conference room, her senses were immediately assaulted with the emotion of anger. Someone in the room was imminating alot of hostility.
At that moment Melain and Cyle both looked up at Grace and again she was hit with anger. Grace took a deep breath and ordered a cup of coffee from the replicator. She turned to the other two and calmly asks "I'm sorry, if I am interrupting something? Is there anything I could help with?
Both Cyle and Melain looked at Grace with daggers in their eyes, then both shook their heads, no.
"Hmmm..." Grace thought "I will make a note to visit both of them seperately and perhaps see if they would like to talk. I should have talked to Cyle a while ago as he wasn't in the best of moods with Oroset. I had hoped he would come to me. I am concerned that Melain may be showing signs of what ever has effected Danara. I will continue to observe both of their behaviors, before I make that assessment."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 28, 2006 17:50:20 GMT
'Crazy, ill, its all the same to me' Cyle thought to himself. When the doors opened he looked up to see the counselor walking in. The tension still hung in the air as Cyle and Lorre looked at her, then went back to their own business.
Taking a bite from his plate Cyle sat still and kept to himself for the rest of the hour.
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Post by hannah on Feb 28, 2006 21:15:08 GMT
Hannah had had the most decent night’s sleep in a long while last night. Probably because she’d spent the whole evening trying out her father’s new ski program he had sent her last week. She was glad to have her holodeck privileges back. She’d dreamt of the ski trips her father use to take Hannah and the rest of the family on every year, Hannah always look forward to those trips and they were one of her fondness memories from childhood. The dream had made her feel really happy and she had not wanted to wake up in the morning and leave the dream. She walked into the conference room from the bridge in a very relaxed and happy mood. She noticed Cycle, Melain and Grace had already arrived and were enjoying a selection of snacks and drinks from the replicator.
Cycle and Melain didn’t look in a good mood, so she decided not to interrupt there meal. She moved to where Grace was drinking coffee.
“How did it go with the prisoner?” she asked as she sat down next to her, “hear you spent a few hours speaking to her none stop.”
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Post by Harrias Jira on Feb 28, 2006 21:19:57 GMT
*** Then, Security Office, the Brig ***
- "Its just, you have no idea what its like to live the way I did. I grew up around these people, and I had done half the things that would get me court-marshalled today. I thought I had finally gotten rid of all of it, my past, my actons, everything. And then, now they suddenly come rushing back into my life. Do you have any idea what its like?" Cyle said, his emotions taking control as a few tears fell from his eyes. - “No. I don’t know what its like. But I do know what being a Starfleet officer is about. Its about being in control of yourself in all situations. It is not about attacking people who are in custody.” The trill paused and looked at, rather than through, the marine for the first time. He saw tears trickling down the young marines face, and sensed that maybe this situation was closer to the man’s heart than he had originally gauged. He quickly changed tack. “I suggest that you take some down time, and keep away from the prisoner. We have plenty of people who can handle the situation, its not going to be necessary for you to have any contact with her. Go grab yourself some food or something.”
When the marine had left, Harrias took a few seconds to bring himself down. Shouting at people always raised his heart rate, and although his change in tack had helped, he was still slightly out of breath. Once he had his breathing and heart rate under control, he walked calmly (or as calmly as he could) out of the office and through the brig.
*** Now, Conference Room ***
As the officer’s filed into the large room, Harrias noted that Cyle was still looking down. Melain seemed to be sharing in his mood for some reason, and Grace was watching both of them. The trill hoped that everyone would be able to gel, but maybe it would be easier if he separated those three as much as he could.
- “Now that everyone is here I’ll get started. As you are all aware we have now arrived at what we believe to be the location of the treasure. Before I continue I want to impress upon you all the danger of our situation. Of all the ships that have gone before us, none have returned with the treasure, and indeed a lot haven’t returned at all. Our scans have picked up proof that we are in a dangerous area, and we know that there are now three mercenaries also chasing this treasure, who are probably already here somewhere. We have a job to do, but it is one that must be done carefully and we need to pay a lot of attention to.” His gaze fell, perhaps now stereotypically, on Frek as he said this. “On the planet we have detected two major sites of wreckage. I plan on sending two teams down to the planet, one to each. The larger of the two sites is located just metres from the edge of the landmass. Lieutenant Stevenson will lead the team to this location –” as he said this a few eyebrows were raised, including Hannah’s – “taking Commander Thelev and Commander Mitchell. The smaller site will be attended by myself, Lieutenant Johnson and Doctor Melain.”
He paused, letting the teams and situation sink in. Although he was slightly dubious about giving such a junior officer command of the away team, he wasn’t comfortable with giving Frek another go, not at such a pivotal moment, and although Grace had dallied in his thoughts for a while, he hadn’t wanted to thrust her into the situation again after the circumstances that had come up a few missions ago.
- “At both sites the objectives are the same. The priority is to find any clue that might lead us to the treasure, and of course to find the treasure itself. The main places to search are the ships, caves and catacombs. Secondary aim, if possible is to identify the vessels and clear up some loose ends regarding MIAs. Any questions?” He gave a quick glance around the table to make sure that no-one was jumping up and down with their arm up, and then added; “No? Then remember: Be Careful. Now let’s do this thing.”
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Post by fthelev on Mar 1, 2006 0:53:44 GMT
Standing with his two team-mates in transporter room one, Frek didn’t particularly felled overjoyed. He shot a typical glance at Hannah. It didn’t seem fair. Except the death of an Anu’T-Rof native merchant and them being wanted by that same native judicial body nothing seriously went wrong, right? It wasn’t even his fault, besides the auto theft. Lieutenant Stevenson didn’t say much and made sure to avoid eye contact. The other away team led by the Commodore himself had left the ship for the planet a few minutes earlier. This probably was one of the few away trips he had been on with Melain actually not being part of his team. He felled better with her around. But she was with Jira, together with Johnson.
Grace checked her equipment. Like Hannah and Frek she was carrying a tricorder as well as a phaser. Standard gear for a mission like this probably. “Everything set?” Hannah asked. Grace nodded and Frek mumbled something inaudible. But it could probably be categorized as a confirmation. Following the Lieutenants example the others followed her on the transporter pad. With a nod and an ‘energize’ the Nevada began to fade out.
Even before the transport was fully completed and the treasure planet was still shimmering into existence they could feel the warmth. Slowly and attentively they took in their surroundings, while the climate’s heat rested on their shoulders like a hot damp blanket. It wasn’t just the heat; it was the humidity level of the air that made it almost unbearable. It caused sweat to break out on all the usual parts of the body known to perspire and on some that weren’t. It even made the air heavy to breathe.
Even though it was several hours before midday and the system’s sun was awake for some time as well everything was shrouded in a deep orange glare, as if time stopped and remain at dusk. The red dwarf, sitting high above their heads, was throwing down its rays of light. Letting them reflect on the ocean surface, about a hundred metres to their right, giving the surface a mysterious ruby twinkle. Sunk between the dunes, separating water from land, lay the remains of what was clearly recognizable as a starship. “Let’s get closer,” Hannah said taking the lead. Frek nodded and followed, for a moment forgetting his frustration. And of course he was preoccupied with cursing the planet in all its forms. The whole atmosphere had a mesmerizing effect, with the mysterious glare of its star, pressing atmosphere and the odd cries of the unfortunate animals that had the bad luck of evolving on a place like this. If this might give you the idea this was a relaxing and soothing place, you are getting the wrong mental picture. It was an eerie environment.
The team stopped at the top of a dune. Behind them the orange-yellow stalks of the indigenous plants erected themselves from where they had been trampled. Coming back up to waist-height out of the ground fog to start swaying in unison with the others of their kind. Their silent dance was all the creepier when considering there wasn’t a single gust of wind to set them in motion. Before them the wreck of what once was a starship rose up. Frek wiped the sweat out of his eyes and of his forehead with his sleeve. It was hard to tell if it actually helped. His sleeve was soaked in such an extent it would probably make his face wetter instead. This was definitely not the place for a vacation or a romantic honeymoon, Frek thought.
“See that?” Frek said to Grace and Hannah. While he was looking at them he pointed at the battered ship with his left hand. His right was still a bit sore. “Looks familiar to anyone?” Both women nodded, almost on the same frequency as the swaying of the plant. “The ship is clearly of Cardassian design.” She stared at the others, a joyful expression on her face. “Looks like we found what we’ve coming to find.” “Look at the hull,” Grace noted, “It looks awful. It has the same creatures attached to it that other ship in the nebula as well.” “It doesn’t seem to do it much good,” Frek observed. It didn’t take an ophthalmic specialist to make that observation. A three eyed blind Bolian mouse could do it, and probably blindfolded.
The ship was in a horrible state. It was covered all over with holes and big rust stains and had some nasty cracks on at least three very visible places. This was remarkable. Starships were usually made of an alloy that didn’t oxidize very easily and could take some pounding.
Hannah started to scan the hull, slowly moving the tricorder from left to right. Even though they had found out earlier their tricorder sensors weren’t able to penetrate this strange atmosphere for more than thirty to fifty metres, it was worth a try. They were standing close enough. “Anything?” Frek asked impatiently. Hannah shook her head. “Nothing.” “Nothing?” Frek repeated. “No,” Hannah said shaking her head again. “No life signs, no active systems whatsoever.” “We might not be close enough,” Grace said, “Perhaps we should get inside.”
Now, that was a suggestion Frek didn’t entirely agreed with. There would be nothing inside. What those creatures hadn’t got their hands on, was finished off by the salty waters of the sea and the humidity. Figuratively speaking of course, the hull eating creatures didn’t seem to have any hands. And okay, to be honest he didn’t want to go in. He relayed his thoughts to the others, leaving the last bit out.
“If those things can do that with a ship,” he said, “I wonder what they’ll do with our heads.” They would probably be consumed. From the antenna down. Like two breadsticks sticking out of a brain stew. “So what do you want to do…Lieutenant.” It sounder sharp, sarcastic. He knew it wasn’t her fault, but he could help it. It felled as if he failed his commanding officer.
For several seconds Hannah said nothing and stared at the vessel. Like Frek and most likely Grace, she neither had the immediate desire to go in. Frek stood several feet behind her and to her left. He looked from Hannah at the vessel and back to Grace. Grace looked back with an inquiring look. She probably picked up the emotion. Frek shrugged hardly noticeable and looked away. “Counsellor,” Hannah finally said, “You feel anything that might compel us to board that vessel?” “No, don’t think so,” she replied after giving it some thought. “Mr. Thelev is probably right.” Hannah nodded slowly. “That’s what I thought as well. Let’s make it to the caves.”
The Nevada’s strong sensor banks had been able to find several entrances. They seemed to be quite frequent on this part of the treasure planet. Some very close to the wreck. Unfortunately the sensors hadn’t been able to penetrate them very deeply and map them out.
The three officers stared down the entrance. It was about five metres high and ten in width, perfect if you want to take down a variety valuable items in a wide range of sizes. It gave access to the caves. Tunnels entwined into a honeycomb. The hole was dark, warm and moist. Not unlike some others he had been in before. Although he had to say this one looked a bit more unpleasing. The planet was worse enough on the surface, it couldn’t be much better below.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 1, 2006 3:42:50 GMT
Melain knew that look on Grace's face, it meant she'd picked up on something and that meant a visit. No like that was a bad thing, but Melain preferd to think of her as Grace, not Councellor Mitchelle. Melain sat back and listened to the breafing, shocked that Frek and her where being placed in seperate teams (she could not remember a time they'd been seperated). Maybe Harrias was making a point about the last away mission, by putting Hannah in charge of the other team rather then Frek, he certainly seemed to be.
Once th breifing closed up melain shoulderd her medkit and followed Harrias to the Transporter room. Frek had not complained about his fingers, so maybe they wasn't as bad as he'd made them out to be. As they wiated for the first team to beam out Melain took the oppertunity to contact Tom.
=A= Doctor Lorre to EMH, how are the patients doing?=A=
=A=Nick's still sleeping, Danara's condition seems to have leveled out for now. if we could find out how she was exposed to this it might help to narrow in on treatment.=A= Tom replied.
=A= When you where checking on Nick I found some residue on Danara's palm, it's similer in composition to the saliva on the ship's hull from the creatures. It is unlikely that anything of this severity would spread without direct contact. If I have any reason to think other wise, we'll pull out.=A= Melain replied as she stepped onto the platform. Moments later the Nevada shimmerd out of view and a hot, rather unpleasent, atmosphere took it's pace.
"Yuck" Melain commented. 'I should have changed uniforms" when what she was really thinking was more along the lines of Danara would love this.
She pulled out her tricorder and began to take some readings. The air was putrid with the scent of salt, not the pleasent smell accompanied by most ocean beaches, but rather that which accompanied rotting sea life. She picked up two ships nearby, a ferengi merchant vessel and a unregisterd cargo vessel, there where no humanoid lifesigns, but she was picking up signals similer to the creatured in the nebula. She needed to let the other's know what she did.
"We need to stay away from those, and their nesting areas. The Neuro-afflication steams from their saliva, whatever they use to eat away at the ships." Melain advised.
"Why did you not mention this during the away mission?" Harrias asked.
"I hadn't realised we where going to come across them again." Melain replied, and her mind had been elsewhere. =A=Away team Alpha, to away team Beta. Keep away from the Creatures, their saliva is a biohazard.=A=
=A= No kidding, if it can eat away a hull I don't want to go anywhere near it =A= Frek replied.
=A= It acts differently with lifeforms, watch yourself.=A= Melain cautioned, wishing she was there to keep and eye out for him.
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Post by gracemitchell on Mar 1, 2006 17:10:53 GMT
Walking into a cave was never on the top of Grace's list of things she wanted to do in this life, but do it she must. Unlike most caves she remembered, this one was quite warm, sticky, and very uncomfortable. She couldn't see very far infront of her and almost walked into Frek, thank goodness she caught herself in time, Melain wasn't here to fix him.
Grace stayed to the back of the group, more because had a dislike for dark places she had never confessed to anyone, then for any other reason. One look at Frek's face told Grace that he wasn't exactly pleased to be here either. Hannah was putting up such a good brave front, that Grace wasn't quite sure how she was feeling, not without dropping her blocking mechanism, that is.
Hopefully, they would reach their destination soon, it was getting too creepy. She was beginning to feel a little panicky.
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Post by hannah on Mar 1, 2006 19:51:45 GMT
Hannah raised her tricorder up and moved it from one side of the cave entrance to the other. She looked at the rest of the team after her scan was complete.
“I’m not picking up much, the compounds that these caves are made up of seem to distorting my tricorder readings,” Hannah commented. Deciding that the old fashioned approach would be best, she put her tricorder back into it’s hold on her uniform and got her flash light out.
She ran it across the entrance, the same way she had done with her tricorder.
“I don’t see anything,” Hannah said and then turned to Grace, “Are you sensing anyone inside?”
“No,” Grace responded. Hannah took her phaser out with her empty hand and raised it up.
*I guess I lead the way* she thought nervously. She stepped forward phaser in one hand and flashlight in the other. The others followed just as cautiously behind her.
They moved about 20m in the cave when Hannah heard a noise. She turned her phaser towards where the sound was coming from and saw a group of this planet’s version of bat. She felt a sign of relieve that it wasn’t any dangerous figure hiding in the darkness.
They continued on into the cave in silence, listening for anything out of the ordinary and keeping there eyes focus on the area in front. Hannah again heard a sound and she knew this time it wasn’t a bat. She turned a phaser in the direction of the noise but she saw nothing.
She then saw a shadow and looked toward the rest of the away team, a male bolion stood behind Frek. She recognized him from the briefing on the criminals she’d be sent.
“Frek, watch…,” she tried to scream, but felt a sharp pain at the back of her head. She lost conscious hitting the ground hard.
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Post by fthelev on Mar 1, 2006 22:31:40 GMT
The dull throbbing pain that had originated in the back of his skull decided to take a dance through rest of it. Apart from the splitting headache, caused by the attempt to split his head, he felled a bit nauseous as well. It seemed that the scull fracture caused by a blunt object had won over the hangover. Surprisingly the effects were rather similar.
He wanted to raise his hands, but discovered he couldn’t. The people who had extended this very persistent invitation had made perfectly sure their guest wouldn’t be leaving anytime soon. Unless of course to a different plain of existence. The sort of existence you don’t necessarily need a working body for. Or any body for that matter.
Frek groaned, tried to spit out his tongue, and slowly opened an eye. His closed it again immediately. This most certainly wasn’t the thing you wanted to see when waking up. “So, I see our breadstick head is awake as well.” The voice sounded just like you would expect from a hardened criminal. Low, gnarly and mockingly.
His eyes opened again and looked up to the man standing tall before him. And this guy, known to most law-enforcements in this quadrant as bo’Tija, was big indeed. He probably couldn’t be considered an attractive man, but it was doubtful anyone ever tried to mention that to him. That would be a risky endeavour.
The room they were held in was illuminated by some portable lanterns, distributing their soft chemical induced light over the cave. Though it seemed somewhat cooler than on the surface it was still sultry. The room wasn’t very big. Perhaps five by seven metres. The walls were amazingly smooth, almost manmade. It wasn’t hard to guess what made them so smooth. Drops of water ran down them as if the wall were sweating or crying themselves. The millennia of them dripping down the walls must have had a polishing effect. It had two corridors leading to it. One opposite of the corner they were deposited on the hard ground and one in the middle of the wall to its right. The latter one was ink dark; a soft light falling on the ground in the first one marked the opening to another cave. Even the biggest optimist would tell you this would never be considered a five star intergalactic hotel room.
The Orion standing before them had a big round head. With warts all over it. It was green as well. Of course, this could be due to the fact he was an Orion, but Frek’s theory was that he was just green because of his envy on all the things that looked better in this universe than he did. He reckoned it wouldn’t be very prudent to share that theory with him, so he kept quiet. Instead he tried to look aside, to check on his two female colleagues. A sharp pain shot through his head. Perhaps moving wasn’t the best thing to do right now either.
“We were expecting you. Sooner or later,” bo’Tija stated. “I’m sure you lot can help us with some…things we would like to know.” Frek checked up on his team-mates from the corner of his eye to see what their reaction would be. They both seemed to be awake and more or less in one piece, like himself. He made an effort to shrug in what he hoped to be nonchalant way. “I’d love to,” Frek declared and then put on a sad expression, “Unfortunately, I’m a bit tied up.” The Orion thug grinned, flashing his teeth. He had perfect teeth. White and even. It was a shame he only had about three and a half of them. “Don’t be too funny swizzle stick,” bo’Tija said still grinning, “Or you might end up entertaining the whole intensive care ward in the nearest Federation hospital.”
There was a rhythmic thumping sound. For the first time Frek looked away from the face and to his hands. He was standing with his arms crossed. In one hand he was holding a stone statue. Two naked Betazoids. One male and one female holding hands. It might depict something out a Betazoid wedding. It was well carved with a lot of detail. Very romantic. bo’Tija was holding it by the foot and let it come down on his upper arm with regular intervals. If it was meant to be intimidating, it worked. Frek had no doubt in his head the statue would be priceless. There was some blue blood sticking on the statue’s heads. It had probably landed on his. A somewhat less romantic to show affection. A hospital. That could be a lot worse. “So you’re not going to kill us?” “We didn’t say that,” a new voice said with the emphasis on ‘that’. The new voice was coming out of a new mouth that belonged to a new face. A blue one in fact. Oro D’log, the Bolian, had joined his partner in the little conversation. “But if we’re dead we can’t entertain anyone,” Frek discovered quite intelligently. D’log turned to his comrade. “Look, we’ve got a funny one,” he giggled. It wasn’t the giggle you would hear from a shy and pretty girl in love. It was creepy sort of a giggle people make when they are about to do something most consider not to be very nice. Frek wondered for how many people that giggle had been the last thing they ever heard.
The giggling stopped with no warning and suddenly there was harsh violent tone in his voice. “I think we’ve had enough fun,” he said menacingly looking from one to the other, “Time to start telling us what we want.” “Can’t you just imagine there are no possessions?” Hannah tried, “It isn’t that hard to do.” “Exactly,” Frek desperately tried. He was in enough pain already; he wasn't particularly thrilled by the prospect of being ‘encouraged’ to talk. “Nothing to kill or die for, just imagine all those people…” “Living their lives in peace,” Hannah continued, “No need for greed and stuff.” “Yeah, we could just be, uh, like a brotherhood. You know, sharing all the universe.” For a moment the two thugs stared at them in surprise and then started to laugh. You would hear more joyful sounds at a funeral. “Yoo-hoo!” D’log bellowed, “What do you think I am? A dreamer?” His ‘yoo-hoo’ sounded like a cow with stomach-ache mooing. And you know how nasty that can be since cows have four to seven stomachs, depending of their planet of origin. Grace looked a bit strange as well. “I think I’m remembering something from my past,” she whispered. “It’s almost as if I’ve heard this all before.” “Shut up,” bo’Tija yelled. His voice was as the crack of a chemicaly fired shot in a confined space. His voice returned to its usual gnarl. “Now, where were we?”
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Post by Harrias Jira on Mar 3, 2006 19:58:31 GMT
- “Do we know anything more about that cargo vessel?” - “No sir. I would guess it is some kind of mercenary vessel, as it isn’t showing up on any lists I within the federation database.”
Harrias frowned as he looked over at it. It wasn’t a large vessel, and in fact it didn’t look anywhere near as damaged as the ferengi vessel was. He started to walk slowly towards it, his interest piqued. When he was about thirty steps from the ferengi ship he stopped again and looked over at it. - “Doctor, can you scan the organisms again, tell me how long they have been here. If you can.” - “I can only give you an approximate figure.” - “What are you thinking sir?” Cyle asked from behind him. - “I’m thinking that one of these vessels hasn’t been here as long as the other.” - “That is likely sir. For them both to…” - “I mean that one of them has only just got here. That -” he pointed at the smaller, unidentified vessel – “looks remarkably similar to the one we have been encountering a lot recently. I think that is bo’Tija’s ship.”
The pair behind him were silent, but as Harrias approached, Melain suddenly called out. - “Stop! The scans are giving me the same values. They have been there for the same amount of time, or thereabouts.”
The trill kept moving, he was now within a few metres of the small ship. He turned to Melain. If her readings were accurate, he could be walking into anything. Whereas all he was working on was a hunch – even though he was reasonably certain he was right, it was nothing Starfleet would blame him for ignoring. He took a deep breath and took the final few steps.
He disappeared.
When the trill captain had got to within a few feet of the ship, Cyle and Melain watching him closely, they had seen him disappear completely, not the faintest clue what had happened to him. Cyle was about to break out towards him when Dr Lorre placed a hand on his shoulder. - “Don’t. I don’t want to be left here on my own.” She lifted up a rock and threw it at the ship. When it got to roughly where the captain had been it disappeared too.
When he had expected to hit the side of the ship, and the organisms encapsulating it, Jira had been shocked to stumble on, a whole new view revealed to him. The mercenary vessel had disappeared, and now he could only see the ship that had been bothering them for a while now. He laughed to himself, and turned back to tell Cyle and the doctor about the extra danger that now faced them. He was about to tap his commbadge when a rock came out of nowhere and hit him on the shoulder.
He took a step back under the blow and then staggered forwards back out of the shroud. - “What the hell did you do that for?!”
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