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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2006 23:41:06 GMT
The cosmetic surgery had seemingly dragged on for hours, and Tiberian was impatient to leave the sickbay. With a word of thanks to Ardawen, he departed sickbay feeling his new mottled grey flesh. He shook his head as he walked back to his quarters to change, attracting some stange looks from passing crew, particularly a young Bajoran ensign who immediately stormed past him, shoulder barging him as she went. Upon entering his quarters, Tiberian rapidly removed his uniform and folded it neatly into one of his drawers, he really needed to let go a little. He re-dressed himself in replicated Cardassian civilian clothing, mentally scolding himself when he almost secured his commbadge to the front of his brown leather jacket. From his quarters he went to the ships armoury. It was deserted at the moment, the marines and security officers either being off duty or about them. Sealing and encrypting the door behind him. Tiberian walked over to a sealed locker in the far corner of the room. "Computer, unlock Secure Locker 27-A" he commanded. "Please state access code" the computer replied. "Wong 64 Theta Proxima, enable" The mechanical whirring of the door could be heard, and a green light lit up on the bulkhead over the door. Tiberian tapped the panel and the locker doors hissed open. Inside were four Cardassian style hand phasers, and four scanning devices. He removed these, and along with them four old fashioned Cardassian communicators. Whilst the Captain had insisted the weapons that were going to be stolen on Cardassia must be inoperable, Tiberian was certain that she would not object to her officers being armed with live weapons. He carried this equipment up in his arms and re-sealed the locker when he heard an announcement over the ships intercom. "This is the Captain. Could all people who are involved with food and aid distribution please report to transporter room 1 now. And could B-Team please report to transporter room 3" Having heard this he proceeded with all haste to the transporter room, arriving before any of the other officers. As each arrived he issued them with phaser, scanner and communicator. "Please don't flash them around too much" Tiberian warned jokingly "People might start asking suspicious questions, and I really want to live so I can come back and water my ficus plant"
<TAG Commander Rylka, Commander Wigram, Lieutenant Youngblood>
He passed a padd from the back pocket of his trousers to the transporter chief. "See that the Captain gets this, Mr Tallows. It's the frequency of our communicators to be used only in an emergency, and a nice little meeting spot near the embassy in case she needs to relay any important information. We'll walk past there every night at roughly midnight just on the off chance. It also tells her where to store those clapped out weapons we need" "I'll make sure she gets this, sir" Lieutenant Tallows replied as the officers took their places on the transporter pads. "In that case beam us up, Tallows" Tiberian said witha smirk as the transporter hummed into life.
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Post by huggybear51956 on Dec 28, 2006 2:42:14 GMT
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(Sickbay)
Lt. Youngblood was just finishing up in sickbay. Like always when Lt. Youngblood goes on a dangerous away mission. He does get his affairs in order just in case. Being a Cardassian he had to have all the information needed to infiltrate their base he would need to study what the Cardassians were and how to get past their forces. So he had to ask for all available information on the mission he is about to embark on. Like when he was on the Hepta, Commander K’ratak told him to think like an enemy. The Lt. remembers all that his mentor had told him to do.
(On his way to transporter room 3)
Lt. Youngblood was reincarnated in to a Cardassians. Before he left sickbay he had to look in a mirror on how he looked. He thought to himself that something may happen to him while he was Impersonated a Cardassian.
(In his quarters)
Yahnie headed to his quarters as quick as he could before heading to transporter room 3 with the rest of his team mates. Yahnie is somewhat religious because of his upbringing. He was on deck 9 and got in his quarters quick. He went over to his shrine and medicine wheel and said a short prayer and tried to get a little guidance from his spirit guide. He was not able to contact because the call came over to his comm. Badge. </\> This is the Captain. Could all people who are involved with food and aid distribution please report to transporter room 1 now? And could B-Team please report to transporter room 3? </\> Yahnie made a quick exit after he did a final saying. He headed for transporter room 3 and headed to deck 6.
(Transporter room 3)
Lt. Youngblood got to transporter room 3 on deck 6. When he arrived not all of his team was there. He thought to himself lucky I wasn’t late for his first away mission. It sure have wouldn’t look good.
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Post by jamesmatthew on Dec 30, 2006 22:37:39 GMT
USS VICTORY C Scene: Main Briefing Room,
“Operational Departmental Meeting underway”
“Cmdr Matthew sitting at the head of the table watched his officers present their Detail reports on the Mission ahead of them with a analytical expression in his eyes.
“With so many questions now answered, he thought the time had come for decisive action. Delivering more then 400,000 tons of Cargo Down to more then 40 some what secured Transport sites would not be so easy as it sound Nevertheless, he felt this operation could be carried out without to much trouble he hope “
“Captain voice :Attention all Hands This is the Captain. Could all people who are involved with food and aid distribution please report to transporter room 1 now? And could B-Team please report to transporter room 3?
“Cmdr Matthew : ok people our time for planning is over let get to work all Section supervisors report to you stations to receive transporters co-ordinates if am needed ill be Down on the planet ‘
“Cmdr Matthews tap his comm. Badge Transport room one this is cmdr Matthew am on my way now Matthew out.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 31, 2006 17:52:39 GMT
As far as Nika was aware, everyone and everything was ready to be beamed down to Cardassia, so that was what was going to be happening very shortly. Nika received one last confirmation that all was ready, and the transportations began. With so many people beaming down it would take a few transports before everyone was down. And Nika wasn't going to be the first person down there because that would, apparently, not be a very good idea at all. Of course, Nika was forced to agree with that decision. So she watched while Lieutenant Knight and a few other officers were beamed down.
As Nika was waiting for the all-clear from the ground she was handed a PADD from a lieutenant. “Thank you,” Nika said, accepting it.
“This is the frequency of the communicators for use in an emergency, sir,” Lt. Tallows explained, speaking quietly as if he was afraid of who might overhear. “And the location is a place near the embassy in case you need to relay any important information. They will walk past there at roughly midnight in case.”
“And a location for storing the weapons,” Nika finished. “Thank you, Lieutenant.”
She nodded, dismissing him, and made arrangements for placing the non-functional weapons in the locations where Lieutenant Wong had indicated. She made a mental note containing the rest of the information from the PADD, and cleared the PADD. She noticed that most of the officers had already beamed down to Cardassia, and she stepped on the transporter pad with one of the last groups.
She rematerialized on Cardassia less than a second later, and walked over to the group of Starfleet personnel and a Cardassian who was greeting them. “Welcome to Cardassia, Captain,” the Cardassian civilian said. “I'm Kytis Ibsal.”
Nika smiled in response. “Do you have a secure place where we should store the medical supplies while we're distributing them?” she asked.
“Oh yes, of course.” Kytis bobbed his head, eager to impress onto the Starfleet officer the readiness of Cardassia to receive aid. Most Cardassians might not like relying on the Federation but that was why they hadn't been chosen to greet the Starfleets and Kytis had. Of course if any more of the shipments were sabotaged or stolen...No one would actually be happy with the results.
Nika followed Kytis, surprised by the fact that the supplies they had beamed down only a few minutes earlier were surrounded by a forcefield. Apparently security was very definitively an issue here. But the Cardassians were handling it, which raised once again the question of why they wanted Starfleet here. Nika had heard rumors that it was because the Cardassians were hoping for more aid, and that they thought they could get it if they got someone from Starfleet to look at the situation.
Nika wasn't sure if those rumors were true or not, but she knew that she'd be examining the situation. And if the Cardassians did need more aid, she'd do her best to see that they received it. When the group had arrived to wherever Kytis had been leading them they stopped. “Will we be leaving the embassy to distribute the materials?”
“No, of course not,” Kytis assured her. “People will start arriving as soon as they hear it has come.”
“Oh,” Nika said. “Then we wait for them to show up?”
“Yes. They'll trickle in with just a few people at first, but it will get quite busy at some point.”
“Thank you,” Nika said and Kytis recognized the dismissal, stepping back a few paces, out of hearing range, to allow Nika to talk to the crew. As far as she could tell the hows of distribution were going to be left to them which meant they would have to come up with their own procedure. And since Cardassia had had some prior problems with papers, Nika assumed the Victory crew was going to have to check those to be sure they were all in order. And to prevent people from taking more supplies than the Victory had to offer.
“Does anyone have any ideas as to how we should check their papers efficiently?” Nika asked the assembled crew members. She knew they only had so much time before the Cardassians would start showing up and she had never done anything like this before. That being said, if no one else on the crew had any ideas she could come up with something, which involved one of the officers communicating with the computer to check the documents. But she kind of hoped there could be some method that would take less time.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2007 19:48:52 GMT
The B Team had been transported down into a dark and dreary alley, somewhere particularly nondescript, in the Cardassian capital. The air was moist and the sky darkening despite it not even being late afternoon yet. Tiberian backed into a particularly shadowy area of wall, gesturing at the other officers to move backwards with him into the safety of shaded obscurity. He flipped out his scanner and took in the surriundings. "OK. We're 3 clicks from the weapons storage site, 2 from the triangulated area of known activity, and about 1.5 from the embassy. The Captain knows her tactics" He smiled to himself, as he flashed a quick grin at the other officers. "There's a bar and boarding house not far from here. I'd say 5 minutes walk should do it, and it puts us nearer to the most recent sites of activity. It'll give us chance to get shelter and start nosing around and asking questions. Can everyone remember what our arms dealer cover is" He suddenly realised his faux pas in taking slight charge of the away team, given that he was the second most junior member of the party. Too late now, he shrugged it off, anyway, he was a marine it was his job to get them back alive, so hopefully a little misplaced authority wouldn't be taken with too much offence. Hopefully. "Shall we go then" Tiberian stepped out into the street, his right hand casually inside his long black leather jacket cluthching his phaser as he moved.
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Post by huggybear51956 on Jan 3, 2007 5:40:12 GMT
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< Before the Transporter Room in the corridor >
Lt. Youngblood saw Tiberian Wong headed to ships armory. He was almost behind him when Yahnie had spoken up
. “Lt. Wong, Sir would care for a little help.”
Lt. Youngblood and Lt. Wong arrived at the Ships Armory. When they got there Lt. Wong spoke.
"Computer, unlock Secure Locker 27-A" he commanded. "Please state access code" the computer replied. "Wong 64 Theta Proxima, enable.
Inside were four Cardassian style hand phasers, and four scanning devices. He removed these, and along with them four old fashioned Cardassian communicators. The mechanical whirring of the door could be heard, and a green light lit up on the bulkhead over the door. Tiberian tapped the panel and the locker doors hissed open.
Lt. Wong Sir, I was just wondering how you were to open the locker. I assumed only a very few people had the access code. Would you like some help carrying those to the Transporter Room?
Tiberian was certain that she would not object to her officers being armed with live weapons. He carried this equipment up in his arms and re-sealed the locker.
“By the way I did think it was a good idea to dress has a merchant of one who buys and sells. I thought maybe it might help on the mission."
< Tag Lt. Wong >
</\> this is the Captain. Could all people who are involved with food and aid distribution please report to transporter room 1 now? And could B-Team please report to transporter room 3? </\>
< Transporter Room 3 >
He thought to himself lucky I wasn’t late for his first away mission. It sure have wouldn’t look good. The Lt. and Yahnie walked into the transporter room Lt. Youngblood and Lt. Wong got to transporter room 3 on deck 6.They arrived on time and all of his team was there. Lt. Wong spoke once more to the Transporter Chief.
“Energize.”
< On the Cardassian Prime in the capital city >
The B Team had been transported down into a dark and dreary alley, somewhere particularly nondescript, in the Cardassian capital. The air was moist and the sky darkening despite it not even being late afternoon yet.
Yahnie followed the Lt. Lead and the rest of the officers did the same and followed his lead and backed into a particularly shadowy area of wall, gesturing at the other officers to move backwards with him into the safety of shaded obscurity.
"OK. We're 3 clicks from the weapons storage site, 2 from the triangulated area of known activity, and about 1.5 from the embassy.” "There's a bar and boarding house not far from here. I'd say 5 minutes walk should do it, and it puts us nearer to the most recent sites of activity. It'll give us chance to get shelter and start nosing around and asking questions. "Shall we go then"
Tiberian stepped out into the street, his right hand casually inside his long black leather jacket clutching his phaser as he moved. The other officers in his group did the same thing and Yahnie followed the Lets. Lead. The team started there walk to the boarding house. The streets seemed empty and seemed a bit dreary gloomy. The roads are made of brick. The team had to be very careful of not making any noise.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 5, 2007 17:30:59 GMT
IC: The team walked through the streets of Cardassia Prime, and already could see why Federation aid was needed so badly. Nearly decades after the war had ended and still the streets of the cities were in ruins. Fires burned in old storage containers, with many civilians crowded round them in ragged clothing, jostling to be exposed to the warmth. Vehicles of varying classes and uses lay abandoned or ruined on the sides of the roads, any valuable equipment stripped from them without mercy, leaving but empty shells. In doorways people huddled cold and afraid, only to be turfed out moments later by angry men emerging from the door of the establishment, shouting abuse at tem for blocking their custom. "I wonder if it's like this everywhere?" Tiberian wondered aloud, just enough that the rest of the team might hear him.
<TAG B Team>
The team reached the boarding complex and entered via the entrance leading on to the main street. Stepping inside the doors hissed shut behind them, leaving the blustery wind and shouts and cries of the street behind them. The room they had entered was dark, dank, and filled with a near obscuring haze of smoke. It was also full to the rafters, with the deafening noise of revelry and drunken antics being heard from both the ground floor and the balcony level above. No-one seemingly noticed the newcomers as they made their way through the throng and to one of the only abandoned tables in the corner of the room. As a seving woman passed, Tiberian got her attention. "Kanar, four glasses, now" The woman nodded, not questioning her orders or the manner in which they were given, and departed. "Hopefully we'll get some activity in here" Tiberian said as he settled back into his chair to watch and wait. Hours passed, and the bottle of Kanar dwindled as the officers made small talk to try and blend in. When the chronometer above the bar read 22:48, a group of intimidating looking Cardassians, dressed in an inconspicuous black entered. By this time the great heaving masses had departed, but the bar still remained relatively full. These Cardassians must have been either valued regulars or known characters, as on their appearance the barman rushed forth from his position to forcibly evict a group from their table, making warm greeting to the new arrivals as he settled them on the table that had only been occupied moments before. The men put their heads together and talked in hushed voices as the barman left them in peace, the noise of the other patrons drowning out any discernable conversations. As he observed, Tiberian saw a padd being passed form one man to another as the conversation continued. Drawing his scanner, TIberian painstakingly tried to gain access to the contents of the padd, finally being able to discern scraps of information that appeared on his readout. The information contained not only weapons types and descriptions, but also partial suppliers names and locations. Tiberian rose and placed down his scanner, being given quizzical looks by the other officers. "Don't worry" he said with a grin "I'm only going to start a bar fight" He sauntered over to the Cardassian table and crouched beside the man who had received the padd. All went silent on his arrival. "My friends" he smiled "Let me buy you a drink. I'm sure we have a lot to talk about" He leaned in closer "Just one arms dealer to another" Tiberian saw the knife coming but didn't react, knowing it might make things a hell of a lot worse. The knife was pressed to his throat by the man who had received the padd. "Now, friend" he said, a menacing smile on his face " Whatever misconception you have of us is just that, a misconception. Might I suggest that we forget all about this" Tiberian returned the smile "My mistake" He rose with his hands raised in a friendly manner, until the knife was resheathed, and the man had turned away from him. Tiberian grasped the man's hair firmly and slammed his head forwards into the table breaking his nose. He then hauled him to his feet via the same method, vertically raising his other elbow to crush the man's jaw. Tiberian released him to the floor just as the man next to him reaced into his jacket, possibly for a weapon. Tiberian soon put paid to that idea, launching a solid front kick into the man's jaw, shattering it and sending him crumpling to the floor, blood spilling from his mouth. Then a solid blow caught Tiberian square in the jaw, sending him reeling to the floor. A red mist momentarily clouded his vision, as h tasted blood in his mouth. The burly man who had floored him then planted a firm kick in Tiberian's ribs, sending him rolling away across the floor. He grabbed a nearby chair and flung it at his attacker, who merely swatted it away as if it were a fly. It was then that Tiberian noticed that the other officers were joining in the fray and dealing quite well with the other attackers. As the burly Cardassian closed to quarters, Tiberian used his position on his back to kick upwards, and directly into the Cardassians groin. Howling with pain the Cardassian collapsed to his knees, being finished off by having a kanar bottle shattered on his head, courtesy of Tiberian. Scrambling to his feet, Tiberian saw Private Nnakir and Lieutenant Youngblood engaged in the fray, with more Cardassians closing in. Deciding to draw the engagement to a conclusion, Tiberian drew his phaser and aimed it aloft, firing a beam that shattered an overhead lighting fixture. Those civilians who had not fled at the outset of the engagement now fell to the floor shielding themselves, with the criminals doing likewise. Levelling his phaser at the Cardassians, Tiberian allowed the other officers to retreat to his side and draw their weapons. Then, moving to sit at a table, and brushing the debris off it, Tiberian said calmly: "Now that you can see we mean business, how about we discuss some business?"
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Post by huggybear51956 on Jan 6, 2007 4:50:33 GMT
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<Walking the streets of Cardassia Prime>
When Lt. Youngblood was growing up on earth, He saw first hand of the devastation that was there. His people were very poor and they knew how to survive on the land. As Yahnie walked through the streets of Cardassia Prime, It just brought back bad memories for him. It’s just like the war on the earth in the early history of his people. They all stuck together and helped the ones who were better off to help the ones that weren’t. It was very different to see how other cultures try to survive.
<The boarding house ground floor in a bar>
Lt. Youngblood was amazed of how this woman came up to them to take there order without any fear. "Kanar, four glasses, now" replied Tiberian. “Sir, I feel you were kind of rude to her. Do we have to be to the ones that are trying to survive this devastation? “I’m sorry about this but these people are trying there best to survive, were here to try to find the person who is supplying arms to the Cardassias and find Cardassian criminal group, Kriyet lox Hint. These people aren’t trying to hurt us; they are just trying to survive the war.
<Tag Tiberian>
The drinks that we ordered came over; the waitress poured our first drinks. Yahnie to a sip of this drink and it just tasted a bit different to him. “What kind of drink is this; I never had this before and was wondering about it.” As Yahnie spoke he noticed that Tiberian rose from his seat and went over to the Cardassian that came in walked over to them. Lt. Youngblood saw what was going and the other Cardassian he was talking to, pulled a knife on him and stood up from his chair as the others follow Younblood lead. A fight broke out and the rest of the team joined in. As everyone was busy fighting Yahnie had notice the padd that Tiberian was interested in setting on the table, while everyone was busy Yahnie had used one of his karate moves on a Cardassian as he fell to the floor, Yahnie walked over to the table and grab the padd and put it in his pocket. Since no one seen what he had done. Yahnie had a sigh of relief that he had the padd in his position. Just then a phaser blast shattered one of the overhead lights, and Tiberian looked up to see Commander Rylka stood with her phaser aloft. All those civilians who had not fled at the outbreak of the fight now cowered on the floor with their hands raised, whilst the arms dealers huddled together, but offering similar signs of surrender. Mimicking the other officers, Tiberian clambered to his feet and drew his phaser, ponting it in the general direction of the Cardassians.
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Post by ralphwigram on Jan 6, 2007 22:50:42 GMT
Everything had progressed a long way since Wigram had last turned around. he was unsure as to the current state of affairs.
Wigram had settled, he was ready, in position and ready for action.
OFF: Sorry to be a nusense- Am I in Group A/B and where am I. I am usually not this confused but I am today. Been away for the whole of Christmas.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 7, 2007 5:32:40 GMT
Nika, with the help of the other crew members, had formulated a plan. It may not be the best plan, but it had the virtue of being the one that was available and doable. Assuming they could get everything ready in time. Which would be far less difficult if Nika had her chief engineer with her. But given the fact that the Victory didn't have a chief engineer at the moment, that was more difficult than usual.
Fortunately, with all of the crew's work they were able to rig a modification of the Emergency Medical Holograms that would be able to interact with people and with the main Victory database. It was working rather well, and would take most of the stress off of the actual crew to check papers, freeing them up to hand out the actual supplies. Kytis was pretty much staring in wide-eyed amazement.
Nika ordered the hologram to activate, and it did with a slight delay. “How may I help?” it asked, a response Nika had decided might be more applicable than something specific to a medical emergency.
“Stand by and be prepared to verify identcards match the identity of the civilians?”
“Using which criteria?”
“There's a database of temporary files with this information on the Victory computers,” Nika explained.
Nika stepped back then from the hologram, and nodded to Kytis. “Shouldn't we test it to make sure it will work?” he asked.
“Yes, if you want to,” Nika replied.
Kytis glanced at the hologram, then slowly removed his identcard from his pocket and walked cautiously closer to the hologram. Nika watched long enough to confirm that the system actually did work, then turned away, back to those members of her crew who were around. “I think we're ready now,” she told them.
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Post by jamesmatthew on Jan 7, 2007 23:41:29 GMT
Scene: The Cardassian Embassy , Lakarian City , Cardassia
“Cmdr Matthew Tap’s his comm. Badge “cmdr Matthew to victory all Away team members have arrived safe and sound will check in you with you at our pre arranged time Matthew out “
“Then he walk Back over to just left of Captain Cir’Kem where He stood with arms folded as he studied the Pictures on the walls of the Embassy “
“Kytis “Captain Cir’Kem your chief of operations look a little bored cmdr Matthew we have set up a Number of meeting between you and Gul Madre From The Bureau of Agricultural Affairs you both need to talk about future Emergency Supplies Shipments Schedules“
“Kytis” Oh yes Commander be worn Gul Madre is a bit of a wind bag once he get going so be ready to spend the day there are longer ‘
“Cmdr Matthew “ thinking to him self ‘this would be the right time for a Crazy mad man to burse into the room and shot me right in the head about now ‘
“Cmdr Matthew “ I guest not Matthew just sided Captain ill see you later “
“Captain Cir’Kem Smile “ carry on commander remember your Starfleet training “
(15 minutes later )
( The Bureau of Agricultural Affairs )
“Madre started to shiver in his office. "Computer, set office temperature to Cardassian standard. "
“Computer voice “Temperature is currently at Cardassian Standard”
"It certainly is not", Madre answered while taking a tricorder reading, "it's 15 degrees C and dropping."
“Temperature is set at 40 degrees C and stable”
"Computer, perform a level 3 diagnostic on environmental controls."
“ Computer voice “Unable to comply’’
"Explain."
“Computer voice ‘Unable to comply”
Frustrated, Madre stood up, grabbed a coat and headed out into the Hallway "Ms. Aris, have you heard anything about environmental controls being down?"
"No, let me check with the engineering services ", the young assistant replied while rubbing her hands together.
"I see...engineering is working on it. Something about the computer systems."
"OK, I guess we'll need to deal with it. Anybody who needs to go to their quarters and get additional clothing has my permission", Madre announced, " but not all at once. Also, let's shut down any temperature sensitive experiments, if possible."
“At that time a security guard and a Starfleet officer enter the building ‘ “Oh yes you must be cmdr Matthew please fallow me sorry about the cool temperature we are having some environmental control problems
“Cmdr Matthew ‘ no problem “
“Gul Madre “ please have a seat let me see if I can find that latest Quartermaster, report
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Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2007 23:41:50 GMT
Shortly after Commander Matthew left the first few Cardassians entered. The first group was a mother, with two small children in tow. Nika looked on as the young woman approached, watching to make sure the hologram would work. The woman walked over to the hologram. “Am I supposed to talk to you?” she asked the hologram.
“Yes. Can I please see your identcard?”
The mother wordlessly dug out three identcards, which the hologram scanned. There was a slight pause as the validity of the identcards was verified. Then the hologram nodded and pointed the woman toward Nika and the remaining senior officers.
“Hello,” Nika greeted, a little awkwardly. She had never really done something like this before. She felt like she should say something more, but she couldn't think of anything. “In addition to supplies, the chief medical officer would like to give anyone who wishes it a sickbay physical.”
The woman nodded nervously. “Sure. Thank you.”
Nika tilted her head slightly and, while Lieutenant Arika saw that the woman was given medical supplies and food, Nika let Doctor Knight know about the physical.
<Tag Ardawen Knight>
Nika waited for a while longer, people started to arrive more quickly. About twenty minutes into the process, Nika was notified by the hologram that there was a problem. She finished with the person she was helping, then joined the hologram and a small child.
“His identcard doesn't correspond,” the hologram explained.
Nika looked at the child; he seemed to be maybe nine or ten and definitely under-nourished. “It's all right,” Nika tried to assure him. “Whose identcard do you have?” she asked gently.
The Cardassian boy shook his head. “I don't know. I found it.”
Nika nodded patiently. “You don't have your own identcard?”
“No. I, uh, I lost it.”
“Can I have that identcard?” Nika asked, pointing to the identcard the boy had found.
He handed it over.
Nika gestured for the hologram's attention. “Can you match his identity to his entry in the database?” she asked.
“I'm afraid nothing in the database matches his DNA,” the hologram told Nika after a few seconds.
“Nothing?”
“Correct.”
Nika glanced around, looking for Kytis, who appeared to be the only person they were going to have to help from the Cardassian government. “How do we issue a new identcard?” she questioned.
Kytis joined Nika, the hologram, and the boy and said he could possibly help. “Who are your parents?” he asked the boy.
“I don't have any,” the boy replied.
“Name?” Kytis' voice had lost a fair bit of its initial warmth.
“Feit.”
“You don't have a last name?” Kytis asked.
“Not that I remember,” Feit replied.
“Where do you live?”
“On the streets.” Nika had been mostly expecting that answer, but somehow it still hurt. “Or occasionally abandoned buildings.”
“How old are you?” Kytis continued.
This one Feit knew. “Eleven.”
“When were you born?”
“2381.”
Kytis frowned. “More specifically?”
“I think maybe June?”
Kytis scratched his neck for a second. “Captain Cir'Kem, can I speak to you privately for a second?” he asked.
Nika nodded. “Sure.” She followed Kytis for a few paces, then he stopped and turned to face her.
“Here's the thing. I can give this kid an identcard. But it won't be very secure, and he'll probably lose it or someone older will take it from him. And we don't have enough information on him that it's really worth issuing something he'll use today then someone else will end up with.”
“Isn't DNA all we truly should need?” Nika asked, confused.
“Here's the thing,” Kytis explained, “You're using DNA scans to confirm identity, and we used DNA to initially issue the identcards. But most aid deliveries do not check that. We just don't have that kind of technology on that vast a scale. Usually we have to go by whatever is on the card.”
Nika frowned. It didn't seem like that it would be hard to scan DNA and verify it was right. So maybe the problem was that all the information was gathered in one large database. But it should be simple enough to put that data on the identcard. Nika wouldn't like having a scan of her DNA on a card, but she wouldn't much like having an identcard anyway. But the vast majority of Cardassians agreed with this system and seemed to think it was both necessary and useful in avoiding people taking more of the Federation aid than they actually needed.
“Lieutenants Arika and Knight,” Nika said, calling the two remaining senior officers to come over by her. “Is there any way we figure out somehow for the Cardassians to be able to scan DNA and compare them with a minimum of new equipment that would be needed.”
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Marine Private Sandy Nnakir would have felt more comfortable with her phaser in her hand, but she understood why that was 'not a good idea.' Cardassia was not a pretty place to be, though. It wasn't just the heat, although that didn't help. There were people standing around in doorways who didn't look like they had anyplace to go.
“I wonder if it's like this everywhere?” Tiberian wondered aloud.
Sandy hoped not, but it probably was like it most places. Still, there might be a few neighborhoods where everyone was well off enough and the police kept the poor away. But Sandy couldn't think if it would be better or worse away from the major cities.
They entered the bar and she slowly drank from the glass of Kanar that she had been given. It really didn't taste very good at all, at least in her opinion. She didn't even much of a chance to drink the Kanar before a bar fight broke out. It ended the way, at least in Sandy's experience, most bar brawls ended when police didn't show up, with a display of superior weaponry. Sandy gratefully drew her phaser and joined her superior officers, holding the Cardassians off.
She wasn't quite sure how this really helped the plan to infiltrate the Kriyet lox Hint, other than proving that they had weapons and would fight. She knew better than to ask what was next, instead she watched the other senior officers carefully, ready to take her cue and do what she had to.
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Tiberian moved forward to the table that the arms dealers had been sat at, and sweeping the debris off it, sat down. Maintaining his levelled phaser's position aimed at the Cardassians, he used his free hand to gesture to any remaining civilians in the room that now was the time to leave. The way in which they trudged out of the room showed that criminal activity was more the rule than the exception here, and Tiberian said a silent prayer of thanks that a shoot out was probably nothing that didn't happen every other week. He was glad to see Youngblood and Nnakir move up behind him and sit down, and was even mre glad that they didn't lower their phasers. "Do you want to sit down?" Tiberian asked with a cool air of smug arrogance, ignoring the looks of clear hatred he received from the Cardassians. Silently four of them resumed their seats, whilst the remaining three stood awkwardly behind them. All were sporting injuries, and Tiberian couldn't help but be impressed with Youngblood and Nnakir's handy work. "I'm going to be blunt" Tiberian said, speaking in the slow and confident drawl of a person who was used to doing a particular task "You have demand, we have supply, we want in. Questions?" He raised a cocky eyebrow at those seated, causing some of there protectors to growl and move menacingly. With a flick of his thumb, Tiberian altered the phaser setting and fired at the central standing Cardassian, incidentally the one who had punched him earlier. The blast sent him falling to the floor, stunned. "Now then" Tiberian continued "Either you're who I'm looking for, and you're trying to annoy me, or you're not who I think you are, and the safest thing for e would be to vapourise you. Which is it?" Despite this blatant death threat that had just been thrown before them, and the fact that one of their fellows had just been shot for no real reason, the men suddenly burst out laughing. Tiberian afforded himself a slight smile so as not to appear foolish. When the laughter had subsided, the man who was seated in the centre of the group addressed the officers. "You obviously are more stupid than you look. We are Kriyet lox Hint, and we fear no-one" He leaned forward, smiling a yellow smile as he did so. Tiberian smiled back. "That's funny, because I thought that you were the one staring down the barrel of a phaser, and I was the one holding the trigger. So who's stupid, and who's not afraid. Now if we're done with pleasantries, can we just get on with negotiating some real business" The Cardassian nodded, as did his colleagues. "Well at least you have the stomach for this job. We get far to many would be associates coming in with little experience in real life" "Me and my colleagues are all ex-military, we've been doing this for a while" Tiberian replied smoothly, feeling that he was getting somewhere, but relentlessly maintaining his phasers position. The Cardassian obviously would have done the same, as he did not question this apparent lack of trust. "So when do you want to see our supply" Tiberian posed the straightforward question. "So eager. We trust you to be arms dealers, but we don't trust you that much" came the reply "Meet us in the Central Plaza, tommorrow at 16:00, we will discuss this further. Don't think that this means you're in with the organisation though. Maybe in time, but for now you're not even an outside contractor, so watch it" There was no question in th threat. As the Cardassians moved towards the door and began exiting, the leader turned back to address the group. "Oh, and just so you know, you shouldn't come armed tommorrow. An if you do, or if you threaten any member of our organisation, I'll happily cut all your throats" He left. "What a cheery fellow" Tiberian said as he crossed himself, letting his phaser fall to the table "So what do you recommend, Mr Youngblood. Should we meet with the Captain or get some shut eye"
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Post by huggybear51956 on Jan 16, 2007 1:51:24 GMT
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Lt. Youngblood stood up as the fighting had started but it ended very quickly. As Tiberian question the dealer, and saw what was happening he quickly had control over the other Cardassians. The Lt. to the other Cardassians “You wouldn’t want to make me angry if you do you will regret of the action you have taken against any one of us you will regret it.” “Do you want to take that chance or do you feel lucky?” “Tough question huh!” I would just sit there if I were you.
Yahnie had spoke to any remaining civilians you should leave; we wouldn’t want any innocents get hurt now. Do We?
Lt. Youngblood and Nnakir went up to where Tiberian was and sat down behind him. Yahnie said to the Cardassian,” You do as he asks, If I were you.” Yahnie had noticed Tiberian his reaction towards the Caedassians, as the phaser fired, both Youngblood and Nnakir stood up and drew their phasers. The rest of you I wouldn’t try any thing if I were you. As the Cardassians left Tiberian had turned towards Yahnie and asked "So what do you recommend, Mr. Youngblood. Should we meet with the Captain or get some shut eye.” “Since you are asking my opinion, “I would inform the Captain of what has gone down because I don’t like the odds.” We are going there unarmed and out numbered which we are trained for this” I believe since you are the ranking officer you should make the decision.” Replied Yahnie. “If we are going to inform her it should be asap.” (Tag Tiberian)
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Post by Deleted on Jan 18, 2007 2:08:26 GMT
“Yes,” Ardawen agreed. “I think I'll be able to find something. But I also have to return to the ship to check.”
“Understood,” Nika said. She left Ardawen to transport up and turned back to the boy, to find him a new identcard. Kytis joined her as she finished up. He seemed to her to be wary, but also content that he knew something he could help with.
“I appreciate your efforts, but I'm sure there will be some corruption that survives anyway. There will be some parts that can't be helped.”
“Yes,” Nika said. “But I'm going to try to minimize that.”
“Right. Just so you understand that. One time we had someone come in and offer to help, but he quickly got very frustrated when he couldn't fix everything quickly. So he didn't really stick around long enough to see any progress whatsoever.”
“Yeah?” Nika said, wondering whether there was a point she should be listening for, or whether this was simply a story told to 'fill the silence.'
“Anyway,” Kyrtis hurried, discouraged by Nika's response, “I really don't want the Federation to give up on us. I realize that not everyone on Cardassia is cooperating. But the majority of Cardassian citizens do see that cooperating with the Federation is our best chance for survival. Not for regaining our dignity and status, but for mere survival.”
“For what it's worth,” Nika said. “I understand.”
“Thank you,” Kytis replied.
Nika wasn't quite sure what to say in response. She absolutely wanted to do as much as she could. But this was her job. Fortunately she didn't really have to say anything, Kytis had by now gotten used to a large amount of silence from her. Nika wondered when Commander Matthew was going to return. With Lieutenant Ardawen back at the ship it was just Nika herself, Kytis, and Lieutenant Arika. They could probably use the help from Commander Matthew. That, and the fact that Nika wasn't entirely sure she liked the idea of the Cardassians having one of her officers under their control.
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Sandy felt they should inform the Captain, if only because that way if something important happened tomorrow it wouldn't be as necessary to go. Plus, it was always best to have keep in contact so that in case anything did happen, their support could have a better chance of finding out what had happened. And so long as the Starfleet officer's were positive they could not be followed it should be.
Sandy heard Lt. Youngblood's reply and was very tempted to add her own opinion. After all, she hadn't gotten where she was by refusing to speak her mind. On the other hand, where she was probably wasn't as well off as where she could have been if she had kept her mouth shut in a few key instances. But this time she didn't think she was doing anything terribly wrong, just stating a simple opinion. And it did agree with a superior officer's. But Sandy was stopped from saying anything by the realization that Commander Rylka, the first officer, hadn't talked yet.
Sandy turned to look at her to notice that Commander Rylka was coughing. “Are you alright, ma'am?” Sandy asked.
“No, I think that maybe,” Commander Rylka's were lost in a short series of coughs, “There's something in the air.”
Sandy took out a water bottle and handed it to Commander Rylka before realizing that Commander Rylka had her own water bottle. Nonetheless, Commander Rylka accepted it with an appreciative nod. “Do we have anything in the emergency med kit that would help?” Commander Wigram asked.
Sandy checked. “I can't find anything, sir,” she replied. “Have you had any problems like this before?” she asked.
Commander Rylka shook her head. Sandy frowned, thinking that maybe Commander Rylka needed some medical attention.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 19, 2007 20:54:20 GMT
I agree Lieutenant Youngblood" Tiberian concurred solemnly as he looked at the chronometer. 23:50, enough time to get to the arranged meeting place outside the embassy, hoping of course that they weren't followed. He was broken from his thoughts by Commander Rylka's coughing. He noticed Wigram and Nnakir crowding around her and moved forward to investigate. He checked her glands for swelling and her head, and found her to be running a fairly high temperature. He was shocked further when, during her next bout of coughing, a small amount of blood spattered on the floor. That settled it. "We're going to the embassy, now" He decided firmly, heaving Commander Rylka somewhat unceremoniously to her feet, and slinging her arm over his shoulder "We can't treat her here and we don't know what to treat even if we could. E've got to breif the Captain, and then we can leave the Commander with her, it's probably safest" He walked towards the door, practically supporting the Commander's full weight as she collapsed into another coughing fit. This wasn't normal. He hurried through the streets, the other officers in tow as he made for the embassy. Given the apparent disinterest of the homeless in the street, and the seeming absence of any pursuers, Tiberian through all caution to the wind and swept the Commanders feet from under her and carrying her as she seemed to become progressively weaker. Finally they approached the embassy, just as it struck midnight. He waited, pushing the other officers back into the shadows of a nearby building, and shushing the Commanders coughs. After what seemed like and eternity, Tiberian saw what he recognsed as the Captain, strolling alone past the meeting point. Tiberian looked up to the stars as he approached the Captain with the others following. "So you are up there after all" Tiberian smiled to God, as he moved towards the Captain. He proped the Commander back on the floor and snapped to attention, saluting as he approached. "Ma'am, request permission to report" A nod signalled him to continue. Tiberian relayed the information about their contact with Kriyet lox Hint in the bar, the fight and their arranged contact later that day. He also informed her of Commander Rylka's sudden condition. "We didn't have the necessary equipment to do anything, ma'am, and at the moment it is my recommendation that Commander Rylka is left here for medical treatment and to assist with your work. I also request that Commander Wigram remain behind as well. In event of Dr Ardawen being otherwise engaged, someone with sufficient scientific training is probably the best person for her treatment. I only know battlefield medicine myself, ma'am"
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Having concluded the meeting Wong, Youngblood and Nnakir returned to the boarding house and were gladly shown to their rooms, free of charge now, on the first floor. Settling down, Tiberian turned to Lieutenant Youngblood. "And that is why I was rude earlier. Remember Mr Youngblood we are now hardened mass murdering criminals, not starfleet officers. As such we shuld be rude, abusive and take full advantage of these people for the sake of our mission" They slept. Later in the day they arose, dressed, ate and washed, and proceeded to the Central Plaza. It was a bustling hub of open air market stalls with people milling around in their thousands. Finding a seat in a quieter area, Tiberian and the team sat down to wait, keeping a wary eye about the crowd. Within the hour, a group of Cardassians, some of whom had been in the bar the previous night, appeared. Mingling with the crowd so as not to be noticed, one withdrew as scanner from his pocket and waved it momentariy in front of the team. He then nodded to his associates who beckoned to the team to follow them. They left the main area of the plaza and moved into a section of ruined buildings. Entering one of them, the lead Cardassian bent down, and, wiping rubble away from a concealed control panel, used an access code to open a concealed metal door in the wall, opening down onto a set of dark steps. The Cardassians drew hand phasers, and one gestured the team down into the pit.
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Post by jamesmatthew on Jan 20, 2007 1:53:09 GMT
“Outside Gul Madre Office “
“Cmdr Matthew did feel a little tired, After his long Five hour meeting with Gul Madre Mister Kytis was Right the man Dose Love to Hear himself talk he went on and on About the future Shipments of Humanity Supply’s and there Schedule ‘
“James Tap His Comm. Badge ‘
“Cmdr Matthew To Captain Cir'Kem ‘
“Captain Cir'Kem” Yes Commander “
“Cmdr Matthew “Captain I just finish my meeting with Gul Madre if am not needed I would like to return to the ship to get a little rest I Also have a lot of paper work waiting on my desk’
Captain Cir'Kem” Lieutenant Arika need a little help check with him before you return back to the ship ‘’
“Cmdr Matthew: Yes Captain “Matthew out”
“Cmdr Matthew : Taps his Comm. Badge : Matthew to Lieutenant Arika “
“Cmdr Matthew :Lieutenant Arika What your Status “
“Lieutenant Arika: Sir my Status is I need a lot of help I have Broken water pipes Three Malfunctioning food replicator Among other Things sir ’
“Cmdr Matthew : ok Lieutenant I will have Lieutenant Matheson Dispatch some repair Crews to your location to repair those broken water pipes and the food replicators I will trasnport to you locaion to help as well Matthew out”
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Nack was to fly his shuttle to the specified coordinates near Deep Space 9, and wait for the USS Victory to contact him. They were on an undercover mission, but S47 Command had contacted them about the new First Officer's arrival.
Nack sat in the cockpit of the small craft, reading the officer's manual. This would be his first time being a First Officer, and he wanted to get off on the right foot. He also knew, that being a Ferengi, he would have to display himself as overly dominate to overcome the Ferengi stereotype.
Being raised by humans had its advantages, however. Nack fancied himself as a cross-cultural being, but in reality he still showed some Ferengi traits.
Sitting in front of the remnants of the Gamma Quadrant wormhole, Nack waited. As he was about to try modifying his subspace transceiver to a self-modulating frequency, an encrypted subspace message appeared from the USS Victory giving their position.
Nack made his way to the new ship. Docking in the shuttle-bay, he was greeted immediately by a young officer, who brought him to the bridge.
OOC: I haven't had time to ascertain where everyone exactly is. I know the general story line, and I know that some of you are on Cardassia Prime. I generally don't require this, but I would appreciate someone posting me into the story.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2007 0:24:46 GMT
When Nika spotted b-team she quickly took in the position of Commander Rylka. She gave Marine Captain Wong permission to continue with his report, and frowned slightly when he got to the part about Commander Rylka's condition. She agreed with his assessment of the situation, as well as with his suggestions of what to do next.
“Alright,” Nika smiled sympathetically at Marine Captain Wong. “With Commander Rylka out of action, you're in charge. Keep up the good work.” She dismissed the three remaining officers to return to their mission. Once they had gone a fair distance, Nika tapped her commbadge. </\>Captain Cir'Kem to the Victory, three to beam up.</\> Since it was night and their Cardassian liaisons had suggested that, due to the higher crime rate, they not distribute food between 21:00 and 5:00, Nika had decided to return to the ship. Commander Rylka's apparent difficulties just made that more important.
The officers were beamed to the Victory, and from there to sickbay. Lt. Knight rushed to instantly begin care for Commander Rylka. Nika hung around anxiously for a while, until Lt. Knight was able to assure her that Commander Rylka was stable, and was improving now that she was back on the Victory.
“I don't think she should return to the Cardassian atmosphere and Commander Rylka agrees with me. So after she's recovered some I'm going to begin a reversal surgery from the Cardassian appearance. Unless you wish otherwise, Commander Wigram has also expressed interest in undertaking this surgery. He believes it would be too difficult and could risk jeopardizing the mission to have him return.”
“Agreed,” Nika replied. “How long will it be until Commander Rylka is recovered?”
“No more than a few days.” Lieutenant Knight replied, which really didn't help very much. Nika had been informed by Commander Rylka that Tiffani was going to transfer after the end of this mission. Nika had then been told by Starfleet that a new First Officer was on their way, so as to minimize the stress to the crew of having to go without a first officer. Nika had known that Commander Rylka had wanted to go sooner, so she could rejoin her daughter, and Nika knew she would be disappointed if that delay was lengthened.
Having insured Commander Rylka was alright and having done what she could in sickbay, Nika returned to the bridge. Nika saw an officer standing there, of a species she didn't recognize. She had been told that her new First Officer would be a Ferengi by the name of Nack, but she hadn't really thought to look up what a Ferengi looked like, since she hadn't seen one before. Which was kind of regretful at the moment.
“Hello?” she said, and he introduced himself.
“Welcome the USS Victory-C. I'm Captain Cir'Kem. I can give you the current mission briefing, answer any questions you have, or,” Nika noticed the bag Commander Nack held, “I can give you your quarter's assignment?”
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Nack heard, with his excellent hearing, the turbolift accelerating toward the bridge. He jumped up from the First Officer's chair, not sure if he was allowed to sit in it until formally introduced to the Captain.
A young woman appeared. She looked human, except for the eyes, which seemed unnaturally back-lit. Nack was about to ask, out of medical curiosity, but he was beat to the dialog with the Captain's pleasantries.
"Sounds good." Nack replied to them, unintentionally informal. He quickly added "sir.", formalizing the remark. They had made their way to his quarters during their conversation.
His quarters were larger than his previous. Not that he spent much time there on the Vesuvius anyway. At least here, he knew he would not have to spend sleepless nights in sickbay.
Captain Cir'Kem briefed him on the current situation. Nack hadn't the guts, nor the transfer orders, to officially protest the Captain leaving her ship. Give it time, and he'll force her into staying aboard, and lead the away mission himself. At least, that's how it played out in his mind.
Setting his limited possessions down, Nack informed the Captain of some potentially helpful information.
"I was raised out here, on the colonies around Bajor. I even lived on Bajor for awhile. I am well aware of Cardassian culture and history. If any of this can be of any help, I would be happy to give you a hand."
Nack went on to explain that his parents had both been civilian medics for the Federation during the Dominion War. Most of Nack's medical experience was gained helping them as a child. His ability to command must have come from his self-reliance he was forced to exhibit.
"I guess I am in your hands, Captain, for now. As soon as this mission is over, I'll formally address the crew. As for now, who else is aboard?"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2007 23:16:56 GMT
The team progressed slowly down the metal stairway and into the lower levels of the city. It appeared as if this area was an abandoned sewer network, and as such the floors and walls were caked in mud and filth, with water dripping from overhead pipes, and a prevailing stench of wrongness pervading the entire area. The team were gestured onwards by their escorts two of whom had assumed positions at the vanguard of the formation, whilst the remainder stayed behind the officers, phasers drawn and trained on their backs. The team pressed on through the bowels of the city, the sounds of ordinary life above, whilst a separate life existed, completely independent, down here. Along the tunnel system, alcoves had been bored into the sides of the walls. This created not only separate tunnels in addition to those ones that should be used, but also offices, sleeping quarters, storage facilities and so on. Despite the fact that they were the enemy, Tiberian could not help but be impressed at their skills in organising so efficiently. If he ever got tired of Starfleet, he mused, he could probably walk right into a job as an arms dealer. He snapped out of his dreaming just as they hadrounded the final bend in their journey and arrived outside an impressively large alcove door, composed of what appeared to be polished and ornately carved mahogany. "Well" Tiberian stated loudly, reverting into the cocky and vicious pose of a criminal "At least some of you scum know how to act respectably" He tried to push past the men, but was held at phaser point. "No language, no tricks, no threats" a simple warning delivered by the guard, as he opened the door. The team marched in with two Cardassians behind them: the remainder stayed outside, sealing the door behind them. The room was opulently furnished in silken drapes, tapestries and tables of varying lavish objects. The carpets were overlapping animal hide rugs, and the ceiling was littered with sparkling gemstone adorned lights. A great wooden table took up the back of the room, behind which was seated a greying Cardassian, about 60, and a standing Cardassian, the one who Tiberian had shot only the previous evening. The seated Cardassian was wearing a suit of a rich material, and before their escorts could stop him, Tiberian had advanced and gently grasped the man's lapel in his hand. "Arbazan silk. You have taste" Tiberian nodded approvingly with a smile, as the Cardassian behind the old man could barely contain his rage. The old man seemed unfazed. "And you have an impressive knowledge" The old man replied, as he gestured for the officers to be seated at the other side of the tale "As well as a good aim, or so my son tells me" Tiberian's eyes flashed to the standing Cardassian. "How does a respectable gentleman such as yourself propogate such a..." He let his voice trail off, his eyes remaining fixed with those of the standing Cardassian. A gesture of the old man's hand held back his son's anger. "Just because I have allowed you here doesn't mean you are invulnerable" The smile never faltered, but the subtle threat held water. "I understand" Tiberian replied coolly "So to business?" "Yes, my men tells me you wish to sell arms through us. Obviously you know we have the contacts, and obviously you're bold enough to seize a business opportunity. It's refreshing to not have to deal with toady yes men all the time. But, when you say you have arms to sell, what do you mean?" It was Tiberian's turn to smile. "How does 2500 military issue phaser rifles tickle your fancy. All old military surplus, all used and coded for destruction. No tracers, no index, nothing connecting them to anyone" "I like" Came the reply "If you are telling the truth. You do know I won't hand over any money until you produce the goods" "If you would do" Tiberian replied "I'd think I wasn't dealing with the right sort of businessman. So do you want to see our supply?" "I do, but not now. I'll send word to you tommorrow. I'm sending Dalsan, my son, with you. All contact will be made through him. He'll spend the night with you for the sake of `security`, and then contact us with the details of your location after he's done a surveillance sweep" He stopped, and more than a minute passed in silence. Finally the old man spoke again "That meant I'm done with you. Leave" As he rose, Tiberian asked: "And what do I call you then?" "Sir, until the doubtful occasion when I may tell you otherwise. And by the way, all those rifles better do what tey say on the packet, or else you'll all die where you stand. Goodbye" And with that they were ushered out of the door and back through the tunnel network. The final statment had sent a great chill down Tiberian's spine, as he new that all the weapons had been rigged to not work. As he emerged into the day's failing sunlight, he vowed to plan some way around this with the others and bring down the leadership of Kriyet lox Hint. With their new companion, they began the journey back to the boarding house.
OOC: Sorry it was a bit long, but it couldn't be helped. Once someone posts I'll post the continuation of this (yes, there's a continuation) afterwards to speed the plot along.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2007 23:01:19 GMT
Commander Nack offered her information about himself as regarded the way he might be able to contribute to the mission, which Nika appreciated. “Thank you, that might help. Our official presence on Cardassia is two-fold, to dliver aid and to determine if the aid is being used effectively/in the correct quantities. We only have another day or two,” depending on the status of b-team, “To observe, so anything you notice could help.”
“As for now, who else is aboard?” Nack asked
“Of the senior staff? Commander Matthew—Ops, Lieutenant Arika—Nav are available. Commander Wigram—Science and Lieutenant Knight—Medical are busy, and they'll be transferring off the ship soon. Captain Wong—Marines and Lieutenant Youngblood—Tac/Security are on assignment down-below,” Nika explained.
Nika watched the to-be new first officer, since she would have to work with him it would make sense for her to have at least a general impression of him, to begin with. He seemed brisk and personable, which would be a good thing, as Nika knew that she wasn't the most approachable of people. She tried to work on it, but it didn't come naturally to her.
“Did you have any other questions about the ship?” Nika asked, when the pause started to stretch.
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"I don't have any questions off the top of my head, Captain." Nack said. The Captain looked at the Ferengi's rather large forehead, which he had drawn attention to inadvertently. Commander Nack drew the stares of a passing officer wishing to confirm the rumors. He indeed was Ferengi.
"Well, if you have time, I wouldn't mind a short tour of the ship. I generally like to know what I am Commanding." This was Nack's first stint as First Officer, but he put on airs as if it was normal routine for him.
In passing, Nack was introduced to Commander Matthew.
Welcome aboard commander Nack i look forward to serving with you . "At ease, Commander." Nack always wanted to say that, and except for some of the nurses he was in charge of on the Vesuvius, he hadn't had much of a chance to say it. It wasn't as gratifying as Nack had thought it would be.
Commander Matthew relaxed, and Nack asked a few questions about the range of the Victory's sensors. These were all gobbily gook in Nack's mind, but he listened attentively anyway. Someday, he was sure, the information would come in handy.
The tour continued. On the bridge, the new first officer was shown his chair. He had already sat in it prior, but now that it was officially 'introduced' to him, it felt even better. Nack was introduced to Lieutenant Arika. Arika was trying to hold a conversation with his new Commander, but Nack was too busy playing with the ergonomic controls to get more than a few one-liner responses out. The Captain cleared her throat, letting Nack know it was time to continue the tour. He hopped out of his seat.
"Do you have a holideck? I am rather skilled in holographic programming." Nika tried to reply, but Nack's continuous talking did not allow for it. "One time, on Ferenginar, I created a medical simulation of a Federation sickbay for... well... a customer. This was before I was in the Starfleet. Anyway, I created the program to easily integrate with a EMH, so that it could..." Nack continued for a few minutes. Arika looked at his Captain, wondering how long until the talkative Ferengi would need to stop for a breath. ".. and then, another time, I created a..."
The operations console blipped with an incoming message for the Captain. She eagerly, and quickly, excused herself to receive the message. Starfleet was sending the Victory's Captain Nack's official transfer orders. Nack was also promoted to Commander.
Welcome officially aboard, Commander Nack!
"Thank you!" Nack was so excited that he forgot what he was talking about. "...I'm sorry, I seem to have forgotten where I was..."
Before Nack could remember, the Captain continued the tour.
The tour ended in the Captain's ready room, where she planned to discuss what to do in the upcoming days.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2007 20:24:41 GMT
Once they arrived in the boarding house Tiberian's mind was racing. This man was here to keep his eye on them, but without him they would not be able to organise a meeting with the Kriyet lox Hint leadership tommorrow. That put shooting him or incapacitating him in any other overt way out of the question. They sat at a table and the Dalsan gestured for the waitress to fetch kanar and glases. Business was much, much slower today, and the girl sauntered about her duties. The Captain had to be contacted, that much Tiberian had settled on, but the real question was how he would incapacitate their babysitter long enough for them to do so. As a large bottle of kanar arrived, Tiberian thought back to his youth on Qo'nos and settled on the only course of action that was truly open to him. Leaning across to Youngblood, he whispered in his ear: "No matter what, don't drink unless you have to, and once I'm out take charge and make sure nothing happens to us. Wake us when it's time for the meet" "What are you whispering about" Dalsan interjected angrily. "Just saying how you don't look like the sort of man that can hold his drink" Tiberian smiled smugly as he baited the increasingly angry Cardassian. "I can hold more than you" the reply was fast, and filled with venom. "Put you money where your fog horn is" Tiberian quickly retaliated "If you can hold more than me, I knock of 10... no 20 % of the arms price. If I hold more than you, you have to pay 20% over the odds. Or aren't you ready for big boys drinks yet?" A pir of glasses were slammed on the table, and a liberal measure of Kanar poured into each.
~About three hours later~
Tiberian sat swaying in his seat as he ceased relying on his blurred double vision, instead using muscle memory to guide his forty second (he thought) glass of kanar to his mouth and swallow the contents. His opponent was barely conscious across from him, his chin propped on the table, his tongue hung out and panting, as he desperately tried to drag his competing glass towards his mouth. Dalsan swallowed the contents of his glass and sat up straight, a look of triumph on his face. A look that was plastered to his face moments later as he keeled over sideways from his chair, his outstetched arms sweeping both glasses and five empty kanar bottles to the floor with a clatter. Tiberian stood, watched in amazement by Nnakir and Youngblood who had just seen Tiberian do three hours of solid drinking, and tottered unsteadily round to the now unconscious Dalsan, proudly refusing Youngblood's offers of support. A few sharp kicks to the ribs only produced a large crescendo of snoring, and as such, Tiberian assumed that he was soundly asleep. Drawing his communicator with an unsteady hand, Tiberian adjusted it to the Victory's frequency. "USS Victory, come in please, this is Carine Maptain Tong, I need to be speaking to the Captain urgently, hic" No response "For the love of the Holy Virgin, pick up" Still no response. Tiberian was now stood precariously and bellowing for all the room to hear "Whoever is up their, you had better pick up now you knock kneed son of a prosti..." A voice answered, male and claiming to be the first officer.
<TAG Commander Nack>
"What do you mean you're the bloody XO, where's Commander Rakla, no Ryzla,no... oh bugger it, just get the Captain this is urgent" By now both Nnakir and Youngblood had sat Tiberian down firmly in his chair and were making shushing noises at him very loudly. Tiberian imitated their noises, before bursting into a fit of uncontrollable giggling. This was until the Captain's concerned voice could be heard over the communicator. Tiberian went solemnly quiet and responded. "Carine Maptain Pong at you service Captain. I apolothise if I seem a little drunk, but there is a perfectly valid explanation. I am" He hiccuped, and explained to her why he was drunk "You see Captain" he continued as he regained a fraction of his sensibilities "If those 2500 rifles that we deliberately dislabled aren't un-disabled by tommorrow we're all going to get shot. Given this I would like to request that given we have met the upper echelons of the organisation, that we progress from intelligence gathering to seizing them, and consequently allowing us to end up not dead" He hiccuped.
<TAG Captain Cir'Kem>
"My plan is this Captain, a joint force of marines and security under your command beam down once I give you a communicator signal, I'll use the priority two channel. Once we see and record them confirming that they are willing to purchase arms, we can arrest them with evidence to hand over to the Cardassian government. That way the Cardys get the arms dealers, we get off this god forsaken rock, and you can carry on with your humanitarian mission. So Captain, do I have your approva..." At this point, Tiberian keeled over sideways, dropping the communicator on the table as he went. As he lay on the floor, and the elves, pixies and leprechauns came out to tuck him into bed, he hoped Youngblood would have the sense to pick up the communicator and see to the mission rather than him. Here;s to hoping he said, as he tried to salute the official looking leprechaunwho was overseeing the others attending him. Darkness took him.
OOC: If you're wondering why some of my speech is spelled incorrectly, it's because I'm drunk.
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Post by jamesmatthew on Jan 27, 2007 2:41:34 GMT
SCENE: Back on board The victory”
[Transporter room B ]
“After Helping with the repairs down on the planet the Cmdr Matthew rematerialized on the Transporter pad to the news that cmdr Rylka has been replace as the first officer with a new xo a Ferengi never the less name’ a cmdr Nack James Thought to Him self this was going to be interesting I better Check in with him as Starfleet rag’s demand “
SCENE: Victory Main Bridge “.
“Cmdr Matthew reached the bridge. It was a buzz of activity. People were rushing around, Matthew I guest the new Executive officer is Around . Matthew saw various Bridge personnel moving around’
“The usual thing. Matthew decided that he wouldn't interrupt the Bridge crew by asking what was going on, He would simply find out. He moved over to Where Cmdr Nack was Standing Commander Nack My name cmdr James T Matthew the chief operation officer I just wonted to check in with you before going off duty’
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