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Post by Jack W Clark on May 21, 2005 14:36:45 GMT
~~~~~SRR-Saeihr'nei'rrh, Docking Port of Kaohht Versailles~~~~~
Shiarrael returned her cousin's salute with a short bow, and as she straightened, pointedly ignoring the Tal'Shiar Agent as he left the small room, looked S'Lrhiana in the eye and solemnly intoned "Remember, there is mnhei'sahe in this Areinnye of mnei, bring honor to the House of Riuurren, and to the Republic."
With the same solemnest in her tone, S'Lrhiana grasps the hand of her bond mate S'Lmaec'v and answered the charge "Mnean are Rihannsu, mnean live to serve mnei house, mnei Republic, and mnei people. Mnean live in honor, Mean die in honor, that mnhei'sahe may be preserved and strengthened. For the Rihan!"
Shiarrael grasped both of their hands together in her own, and squeezed them firmly, "Reh shall contact you once Reh have arrived at Arham Areinnye." She let go, and watched them depart the ship together, hand in hand. It was now time to leave Kaohht Versailles, and not for the first time, she wished for a way to delay the inevitable. Already the smell of humans was pervading the ship, and she was thankful for the nasal block that their ship's Maenek had given her. She was told that given time, it was a smell she would get used to, and even learn to ignore, given time. She hoped that she would not be Llairhi long enough for that to happen, for she could not imagine how long it might take for her to get used to such a smell...
~~~~~SRR-Saeihr'nei'rrh, Bellicose System~~~~~
After leaving Koahht Versailles, the Saeihr'nei'rrh had jumped to their fastest warp, uncloaked, through Federation space on her way to Bellicose Colony. It had been a tense period of time as they had traveled. Scans had shown they were followed, though in truth, they would not have done anything less had it been a Federation ship traveling through Rihannsu space. Formal escort had been not been offered, nor had it been requested. Intelligence hinted at some disturbance within the upper echelons of lloannen'galae, which would explain why no offer had been made. They were due to arrive at the Colony within the next few hours, perhaps even the next few minutes. Shiarrael had stopped asking when the Leih of the ship had reminded her they would arrive when they arrived, not a minute sooner or later.
She was absently studying the Khariat board, it was once again her move, but she was distracted. Khariat helped her focus... but since leaving Koahht Versailles and the distraction of talking to her Cousin, she had found herself bombarded with information that all had to be remembered. She had been visited by the Tal'Shiar agents on board no less than a dozen times, each visit giving her yet more mission parameters, stuffing her with facts and figures until Federation words were swimming through her head like sugar plum faeries... She both dreaded and looked forward to the final arrival. Dread because she would be living among the Lloann'na, anticipation because it would mean an end to the ceaseless interrupted nights of sleep precipitated by Agents on the ship.
According to the information she had been given, the colony was located on the second planet of the Bellicose system.... the gravity was nearly equivalent to that of earth, which meant that the Saeihr'nei'rrh had continued slowly adjusting their gravity to match that of the colony. It was strange walking in low gravity, and while it was of course part of any Rihannsu's military upbringing, she still felt as if she might with a single step find herself launched from the ground, unable to return.... At least the weather would be nice. All reports that the Rihannsu had indicated that Bellicose had a warm atmosphere, a little cool perhaps for one of her people, but certainly not uncomfortably so.
"Llairhi Shiarrael t`Riuurren, mnean have arrived" came the voice of the Leih from the communications panel in her quarters. "Au may wish to come to the bridge however, all is not as expected with the colony" he finished, awaiting her response.
Shiarrael hesitated a moment before responding, she knew this ship more intimately than she knew her husband who had been left back on ch'Rihan, and the ship didn't feel like it had been taken through the orbiting or docking protocols... "Have au yet contacted the Lloann'na Colony? How soon may mean assume orbit? And how soon until mean depart?"
"That is why au may wish to come to the bridge. There is considerable seismic activity coming from the planet. There appears to be some emergency occurring. Reh am uncert"
Shiarrael cut him off before he could continue "Reh will bet there momentarily. Attempt to contact mnei Koihaes to obtain details, and assist mnei fellow Rihan. Broadcast mnei arrival to the colony and await lloannen direction, Reh am sure some one will respond. Prepare to use this ship to help lloannher in any way mean may.
"Ie Rekkhai." was his only response.
~~~~~End Log~~~~~
Shiarrael t`Riuurren Ambassador, Romulan Star Republic Bellicose Colony
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Post by Jack W Clark on May 24, 2005 13:41:24 GMT
=/\= Office of the Bajoran Ambassador =/\=
Robis Terran, a Lieutenant of the Bajoran Militia, stood before a woman who was about his age. "I have heard quite about you, Lt Robis," the Ambassador stated, as the two of them took seats on a large, and soft couch.
"Is that why you called me here?" Terran replied, with a quirk of his brow.
"Yes," the Ambassador replied. "I needed someone who had quite a few different skills, and furthermore, someone who I knew I would be able to trust. When Starfleet finally agreed to the Officer Exchange, I insisted that you be the one sent here. I had to go to the Kai himself, in the end, to pull this assignment for you." The Ambassador had already proven to be mysterious. Robis wasn't even sure what the hell the woman's name was, much less how she'd heard of him. His exploits weren't all that great.
"And what exactly did you hear about me? Who was it who told you these things?" he asked.
"The Prophets," the woman replied. Robis' shocked expression was enough to urge her to be a bit more specific. "On my way to this world, I had a vision. I'm not sure what, exactly, occurred in this vision, but I do know that you are the man whom the Prophets have guided me to. Even the Kai agreed, as he ordered you be sent here."
"You're trying to tell me, that because of some nightmare you had on your way to this world, that I was pulled away from my home, and my life, so I could sit around on this hulk of rock and hope that my life would --"
"You were a Vedek. You still follow the path of the Prophets. You studied the Prophecy of Del Nagas. Infect, you became a bit of an expert in the field. Am I correct?"
Terran stared at the woman, questioningly. "Well, yes, but I chose to become an officer instead," he confessed. "I left the monastery, and joined the militia. Since that time, I still worship the prophets, and even hold services when needed, but..."
"'And the Bearer shall follow many paths..." the Ambassador began to quote.
"... no ..." Robis replied, breathless.
"He shall hold many titles..."
"... stop ..."
"But only after he stands at the doors of the Temple, shall he--"
"SHUT UP!" Robis yelled as he leapt to his feet. "What your are saying... It does not apply in this case! I hold no titles, and my path is the same as it has been since my birth! What you speak is HERRACY!"
The Ambassador was shocked, recoiling at the man's outburst. "You must accept the gift that the Prophets have bestowed upon you! The powers to..."
"I've no 'powers'" Robis replied sharply. "And no time for your blasphemous speech!" At that, he stormed out of the office, and further, away from the Embassy. The woman, Robis would later decide, was mad. Unfortunately, that wasn't one of his wiser decision.
=================================== Commander Trael Bern Executive Officer USS Cortez NCC-45828
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Post by Jack W Clark on Jun 19, 2005 11:09:51 GMT
(A little back Door Diplomacy )
----------------Near-Bellicose l Space-------------
A gaping hole appeared in the glittering jewel-studded night. Eleven-dimensional symmetries, suddenly confined to the tiny three dimensions of our universe, seethed and roiled in many-kilometer long arcs of light. Neutrinos, mounds, more exotic particles burst out of the worm hole.. and 6 tiny objects. A stylized, metallic asteroid and 6 starships.
--------------Control Center, Asteroid Base---------
"Approaching bellicose system now sir. ETA, 3 minutes."
"Excellent."
There was only one. .well, sort-of human. .on the bridge. Every other console was manned either by an android or by a robot. The man, sitting in a simple captainβs chair, was a tall man, a seemingly incomprehensible mix of oriental, Caucasian and several non-terrain features blended together. He scanned the bridge with his silvery-hued eyes.
"Tactical officer. Report."
"Scans reveal several Dominion ships in orbit, including a heavy battleship. Three Cardassian vessels. Several Federation ships. A couple Tholian vessels. One Chiss..no, wait, two Chiss starships. One is cloaked."
He chuckled.
"They never considered someone with a axion-wave scanner."
"No sir."
The tall man considered the information; There were no signs of Klingon or Romulan ships, despite their prescience on the planet. That was good; Klingons and Romulans were annoyances he could do without. The Federation was not a concern. They were valued trading partners. And if push came to shove he could blow them to atoms. The Cardassians werenβt even worth a thought; they had fielded decent designs of late, apparently after the annexation of the Hyvarian Empire(much to Goffβs consternation; the company had had several plans in the works there), but he doubted they would waste those ships on a colony. No, the only concern were the Chiss and the Dominion.
"Tell the patrol ships to accelerate and set up a perimeter guard at the L1 point above the planet."
"Aye sir."
Three of the guard ships, two Thanatos-class ships and 1 Specter-II class instantly sped ahead and took up waiting positions, one of the ships laying a specific pattern of self-replicating mines. These had been upgraded to include a gravity warhead, and each had the yield of a photon torpedo in a 20th the space.
"Approaching L1 point now. Beginning orbital insertion and stabilization."
A tiny alarm blared suddenly.
"Report!"
"Subspace disturbances. Apparently the result of the multiple wormhole termini in the system. No confirmation on that theory. Compensating."
It was going to be an interesting time here, he thought. As the man watched the holo-display (they were getting an image from the starships), the asteroid settled into the null-zone between the moon and the planet. The mines surrounded it so that only certain paths were available to entry without massive damage. And those paths had weapons staring directly down them. Switching to rear view, he saw the three tug vessels finally catch up with them, and release their cargo; three construction bases for starships, spidery structures that could construct most types of starships with ease. They only needed power supplies, shields and armaments to be installed, which was already beginning. He wondered, idly, if the inhabitants below could see them from orbit. He was sure theyβd feel his prescience however.
"Tactical, open Federation-standard hailing frequency, triple encryption, high-level fractal algorithms."
"Channel open."
"Admiral Jack w Clark Dcs Director , I am Mr. Dean, a representative from Gelfworks Intergalactic; my company has sent me here with a mission. I request your presence at 1750 hours tomorrow to. Talk. We will beam you to my orbiting station upon reception of a specially coded signal, which has been included in the transmission. And, oh, be warned, its only good for 2 days before the code decomposes itself"
The man now identified as Mr. Dean sat down again, and ordered a pina colada from the chair-side replicator. Bait `em, hook `em, reeeeeeeeel them in. He had cast the bait. Would Admiral Clark bite?
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Post by Jack W Clark on Jun 28, 2005 13:28:22 GMT
=/\= company CO Office =/\=
aid and secretary, to of the Ambassadors had been dropping off some PADDs in the Captain's office when the door chime went off. "Enter," he said and faced the door. 1Lt Maundy walked through. "Can I help you, Lt?" he asked her as she stepped in.
Joy nodded. "I was told to report to the planet for a meeting, by MCpt Harper," she looked around, "is she here?"
"No ma'am, the Captain is at the Intelligence building. The meeting is to be held there, in the planning room."
Maundy nodded to the Lt. "Thank you, Lt, I'll be on my way now." with that she turned and left the office, making her way to the Intel Building. She entered and walked through, making her way to the planning room, where Harper and Kyros were awaiting. She was the first of the platoon sgts to arrive.
~~~End Log~~~
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Post by Jack W Clark on Jun 28, 2005 13:45:24 GMT
~~~BRIDGE OF THE USS HORIZON~~~
Keldon had completed inspecting his new ship and had met with the ships senior officers. The crew was experienced and the ship was battle ready. Keldon sat in the captains chair looking at Bellicose through the view screen.
"Sir, Starfleet has ordered all ships to break orbit around Bellicose and move to one of the surrounding planets or moons until further notice."
"Acknowledged, plot a course to Bellicose 's closest moon and engage at 1/4 impulse power. Have a shuttle craft prepped and ready, once we are in standard orbit I will be heading back to Bellicose ."
"Sir, I am picking up a distress call from a federation ship. It is very faint."
"Are there any federation ships in range to assist?"
"Negative Sir,"
"Helm lay in an intercept course an engage at maximum warp. Contact K'Lan and advise him of the situation." Keldon had no lost love for Starfleet, however assisting a damaged Starfleet ship would help Dominion and Federation relations, Besides Keldon was eager to see what a Dominion Battle cruiser was capable of.
"Tactical, scan the entire area, and responded to the distress call." "Federation vessel, This is the Dominion battle cruiser Horizon we are in route to assist....There is no reply Sir,"
"Keep trying all channels, Go to yellow alert and prep sick-bay, they may require medical assistance. I want two security teams and an engineering team ready to board once we arrive."
Keldon watched on as the crew responded to their new commanding officers orders, they were without hesitation and worked like a finely honed machine.
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Ambassador K'Lan Dominion Ambassador To Bellicose Colony .....................
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Post by Jack W Clark on Jun 28, 2005 13:46:51 GMT
~~~Begin Log~~~
=/\= Intelligence Building =/\=
After visiting Drake, Evelyn had made her way to the Intelligence Building. She walked into one of the various offices where Ben was working at a console. βAh, Captain, glad you made it.β He told her as she walked over.β
βWhat do you have on the mercenary base?β she asked while pulling up a chair and sitting down next to him.
βIβve been digging a bit further into the database and I found a report of sorts from a group called calling themselves the Jackals. Itβs rather old and referred to some kind of base being completed in the <<SYSTEM NAME>> System, which isnβt very far from Bellicose. I donβt know for sure, but this group, the Jackals, may be the mercenary group hired by the Collective.β
βDoes it mention the name of any planets?β
βThatβs the only bad thing, it made no mention of where the base was built.β
βIt doesnβt matter, this is good news, Lieutenant, it seems that we finally got lucky. Iβm going to send out a survey team to the <<SYSTEM NAME>> System to see if they can locate it. But first I need to hold a staff meeting with the Platoon Commanders and the Squadron CO and XO.β
She tapped her comm. badge.
Harper> +taps+ Harper to 1st and 3rd platoon leaders.
She waited until a confirmation came from both MacKash and Mikhail.
Harper> I need you to report to the Intelligence Building in two hours.
MacKash & Mikhail> Aye, maβam.
Harper> Iβll see you there, Harper out.
She tapped the badge again.
Harper> +taps+ Harper to 1Lt Garman.
Garman> +taps+ Go head, Captain.
Harper> I need to see you in the Intelligence Building in two hours, thatβs at 2200 hours, bring your XO with you.
Garman> Aye maβam, weβll be there.
Harper> Good, Harper out.
Now she needed to speak with Jysolin Mourndyn, who was stationed up o the Tobruk with General Diggs. She pressed a button on the console in front of her.
Harper> +COMM+ Harper to 1Lt Mourndyn.
Mourndyn> Mourndyn here.
Harper> I need to get back down here immediately. Take one of the shuttles from the Tobruk. I need you to be at the Intelligence Building by 2200 hours, is that understood?
Mourndyn> Understood, Iβll be there as quickly as I can.
Harper> Good, inform the General of these orders, Harper out.
She turned to Ben. βI want you here as well.β
He nodded.
~~~End Log~~~
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Post by Jack W Clark on Jul 26, 2005 20:10:00 GMT
Scene- ( Federation Shuttle General Lee making final Approach )
Susan sat at the pilots seat of the shuttle on the way to the 2nd fleet fleet yard. She, Tremaine, and Saden had been given the special assignment and were on their way to meet the USS Hawk.
Susan kept her eyes forward and thought of Ali staying with her brother Daniel for the few days they were on this assignment. She could only hope Ali would stay out of trouble.
Susan looked back at the other two and smiled, "We should be arriving in a couple of hours."
Zoe sat in the seat behind the pilot's as she studied the latest medical journal, "Thank you Ma'am." Leaning back she looked towards Tremaine, "Last time I was in a shuttle for any long duration we had to abandon ship and jump out with chutes... let's hope that doesn't happen, being we are out in deep space."
Joshua chuckled and nodded to Zoe, "I hope you are correct, somehow I don't think chutes would help us much out here." He got up and came up to sit beside Susan in the extra front seat and brought up the special operation mission info and smiled at his fiancΓ©e. "I'm just trying to make sense of these disappearances." He grinned, "I'm glad to have been made XO for this mission, I just hope I live up to the expectations."
The technician chuckled and nodded, "Well... we shall see Sir." Seeing Tremaine stand up and move to sit up front she returned to the article she was reading, laughing at a comment made within it from a Doctor Moulin in respect to children and osceoregeneration. "Have either of you worked with O'Hara?" She hoped they heard her then continued, "Don't worry Sir if you like I can be brutally honest as long as it won't affect any future promotions."
"I've never met O'Hara before no." Susan said then looked at Tremaine and answered his comment. "I'm sure you'll do fine. The experience will be good." Susan smiled, "Have you found anything interesting in the journals back there." She asked Zoe trying to avoid the awkward silence that seemed typical on trips like this. "I haven't met him either." Joshua said as well.
"Interesting to me; to the ordinary population I am certain it isn't." She shrugged faintly, "All part of professional standards, I am certain there are science periodicals for you to read that come out readily."
Susan let out a sigh, she was hoping for the chance to know Zoe better but didn't even know her well enough to talk about her interest. "I've studied some medical journals myself, almost went into medical but opted for science instead. I still like to try and come up with new ways to cure illnesses even if I'm not a doctor."
Saden nodded as she lowered her PADD slightly, "It's a noble thing, I suppose no different then my chemistry work that I enjoy doing." She pondered a moment, "If you want I can lend you the journal when I am done. No guarantees it won't put you right to sleep though Ma'am."
"It might make for some nice reading on the trip home if nothing else." Susan smiled. Making sure the auto pilot was on she stood a moment, "I'm getting some tea anyone else need anything while I'm up?"
Zoe thought why not? "Jasmine tea if you would Ma'am." The medic closed her eyes and moment and leaned back. It was an awkward trip for her, Susan was unaware but Zoe and Tremaine knew. A lot of the conversation was a bit forced, but at least it was there.
Susan ordered herself some Earl Grey and some Jasmine tea for Zoe, "Joshua anything for you?" She asked stepping up and handing Zoe her tea. He looked up absently from his reports, "Huh, oh.." his face screwed up as he thought, "Coffee is fine, dear, thank you." He instantly regretted saying that on Zoe's account and ducked back into his reports. (Damn this is uncomfortable..) he thought and thought the whole situation between himself and Zoe to Susan and frowned. (I promised you no secrets Dear.) he shrugged mentally to her, (you told me about Mik.. I see no reason not to be honest with you.)
Susan ordered the coffee then returned to her seat handing Joshua his coffee, A light bulb went off in Susan's mind at that thought, (Is that why she doesn't like me?) she asked sipping her tea.
(Ya think?) he took the offered coffee and took a sip "Are we there yet?!"
Zoe simply minded her own business. The silence was getting more deafening, turning off the journal she picked up another PADD and stylus and began to write along the smooth surface. The words in her mind spun quicker then her hand could move so she resorted in writing in shorthand for the most part. The task was something she learnt when in school, professors often spoke kilometers a minute and she had to keep up or be left behind. The thoughts were mostly dark and dreary, the woman careful to not allow Tremaine to enter her mind. Even if she no longer was Betazoid she from time to time practiced the techniques he taught her. Whether they worked she wasn't certain as Tremaine was at least polite enough to know she was trying to block her thoughts and never brought anything up.
Susan looked at Tremaine then glanced back at Zoe, (All I wanted was to try and be her friend. Everyone can use a friend now and then.) Susan thought then checked the time and the readings "Actually we are close enough to drop out of warp." She grinned tapping the console the fleet yard coming into view. "There she is." Susan said
ZoΓ« smiled and shifted to look out the window, "Wow... I've not seen anything like this before." She looked on in awe at the fleet yard.
"I've never been here before either it is beautiful." Susan smiled, "Want to do the honors of hailing them Commander?" she asked.
Joshua chuckled and hit the comm., "Utopia Planetia Operations, this is the General Lee requesting permission to enter the fleet yards, enroot to .USS Hawk." Op's responded, "General Lee, you are clear to rendezvous with the Hawk.. Welcome to Mars." Joshua grinned, "I did my internship here right after getting my Doctorate."
Sitting up eagerly Saden packed her pack and waited for final docking so she could get off the shuttle and report for duty to the Commander. She went to Mars once, she was a child it looked so very different now but she never was at this part of he planet, never to the fleet yards.
Susan brought the General Lee around and the cargo bay doors to the Swiftsure opened. She took it in slowly and put it down ever so gently you could barely tell they had come to a landing as she started shutting down the engines.
She sat there a moment trying decide what she could do to help the citation with Zoe. She had been in her shoes when Frank had fallen in love with Jolene although she knew Frank had always seen her as more of a little sister than anything else. Letting out a sigh she unbuckled her seat and moved to get her back from her bed. (Hopefully I can earn her trust before the trip back.} she thought. Then turned to exit the shuttle and report in.
(I hope so as well my love, I hope so too.) Joshua picked up the heaviest of the bags and motioned Zoe to go before him, then walked out onto the deck of the USS Hawk. sure himself.
Zoe walked off the shuttle behind Susan. She wanted to check into the vessel for the mission, freshen up then go to sickbay to get acquainted with the surroundings.
=/\= USS Hawk. =/\= NCC71002
Lt. Commander Joshua Tremaine Executive Officer
Lt. Commander Susan McCoy Science Officer
Petty Officer Zoe Saden Medical Technician
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Post by Jack W Clark on Jul 26, 2005 20:15:05 GMT
Computer Begin Log
Scene- USS Hawk β Deck Five Corridor
Zoe walked onto the vessel; she had her duffle and backpack slung over her shoulders as she marched through the unfamiliar ship. It felt good to be able to move around after the trip in on the small shuttle. The medic was eager to get to her assignment and straight to duty.
She had received orders that sheβd be under the command of Lieutenant Commander Dace OβHara and of course Lieutenant Commander Tremaine who she knew well. As she walked through the woman accidentally bumped into someone as she looked down at her PADD, the woman turning crimson as she saw someone wearing Command red, βSir! Forgive me.β Saden snapped to attention, she wasnβt certain if this was OβHara but if it was she was prepared by her response.
Dace took in the young dark-haired woman at a glance, and smiled. βWell, thatβs one way to make an impression, Petty Officer β¦ Saden, unless I miss my guess. Donβt worry about it, no harm done.β He sobered, and fixed her with a level gaze. βI know that youβve been given a sketchy briefing on our mission β Iβm hoping to have more information to give you all soon.
However, given the nature of what we suspect, I anticipate casualties, unfortunately. I expect that the hostages will need major medical attention β I hope that is all, but itβs possible that some of us may be injured as well. This isnβt going to be easy duty, Saden β for any of us.β He sighed. βSo, subject to Dr. Creightonβs specific orders, I expect that Sick Bay will be fully prepped for battle conditions. I wonβt keep you any longer β Iβm sure youβre eager to get to work and get things prepped.β He extended his hand. βItβll be a pleasure serving with you.β Saden nodded and reached for his hand, βYes Sir, Petty Officer Saden.β Came her reply to the first question, βThank you Sir,β to the fact that no harm was done.
βSometimes Sir, to be honest the more information you have the harder it is to complete a mission, especially when medically based. Sickbay is always ready for the unexpected, when we know of the exact injured and the casualty numbers it only heightens the pressure and the anticipation can get overwhelming.β She nodded affirmably; she worked in trauma as a civilian as well as dealing with various incidences aboard the Kamehameha and Tempest. βI am ready for anything Sir.
I worked in a civilian trauma ward on Earth for a bit of time Sir, I will make certain both Dr. Creighton and I will run a tight ship in sickbay and tend to the wounded as need be. I look forward to the challenge and working under your command Sir.β The woman shook his hand in a firm grasp but did not move, not until the word was given to excuse her.
βVery well, Petty Officer β you are dismissed,β Dace said, and as she started to move past him towards her assigned quarters, βThank you, Saden. Itβs good to know youβve got confidence in your skills. Carry on.β He sighed again, hoping that this young ladyβs skills would not be required, but knowing that the chances of Sickbay being idle were infinitesimally slight. He squared his shoulders, and walked towards the turbo lift that would carry him back to the Bridge.
=/\= End Log =/\= Lt. Cmdr. Dace OβHara Commanding USS Hawk
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Post by Jack W Clark on Aug 18, 2005 18:18:29 GMT
Angel stepped off the runabout and headed to the security office. As she entered she saw that she had a message waiting already.
"Computer play message."
"Admiral Clark to all senior officers, meeting in one hour, main briefing room. Clark out."
"What time was this message sent?" she asked
"1 hour 6 minutes 28 seconds ago."
Angel dropped everything and headed for the briefing room.
>Briefing Room<
She walked into the room which was already filled with other senior officers. She said nothing but found an empty seat next to the Ranger's Commanding Officer.
Lt Cmdr Angel Ore Chief of Security
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Post by Jack W Clark on Aug 18, 2005 18:20:50 GMT
Jack chuckled as he looked at the PADD. "Those Romulans never do anything small, do they?" He eyed the commander for a reaction, but didnβt see one. "Well, I've just called a meeting of the senior staff... shall we?" Stephan indicated the briefing room door.
ADM Jack W Clark Commanding Officer, Star base Bellicose DSC Director
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Post by Jack W Clark on Aug 27, 2005 18:06:09 GMT
ON: (Bellicose Sickbay) Pain. Incredible, searing pain in his left leg was the first thing Ian noticed. And the light. Objectively, he knew that the lights weren't actually that bright, but right now it didn't matter. They should be dimmed anyway. He heard movement, and slowly opened his eyes. Nurse (NPC): And how are you feeling... (checking a PADD) Lieutenant Walsh? You're in Sickbay on Deep Space 14. I've sent for Doctor Boyd, he'll be here momentarily. Walsh: (clearing his throat) I'm thirsty. And my leg hurts, quite a bit.
Nurse: That's understandable, you were very dehydrated. And as for your leg, it should be a little sore, but nothing serious. Let me check. (runs a medical tricorder over the leg) Ah, your ligaments haven't completely healed.
Walsh: What happened to me? I was in my quarters when Commodore Wolfe ordered a full evacuation, but that's the last thing I remember.
Nurse: I don't know the details, but your leg was shattered.
Walsh: How long before I'm released?
Nurse: You'll have to speak to Doctor Boyd about that. There's no rush, though. You have two weeks to report to Star base Bellicose Ah, here's the doctor now. I have other patients to attend to. Enjoy your time off.
Lt. Ian Walsh Diplomatic Coordinator Star Base Bellicose
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Post by Jack W Clark on Sept 4, 2005 19:47:01 GMT
USS CIRCE: Arriving on Romulus
MD 16.1640 Scene: Arboretum
Julian realized that he'd started thinking about work again, and knew it was only a matter of moments before he'd declare that he needed to return to his research. She was torn between wanting to help this man ease his burden, if only temporarily, and wanting to discuss the morale of the crew - which would only add to his sense of burden. She decided to go for A. Tagging Lawrence on the shoulder, she teased, "You're IT!" and took off down the path.
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"What?" James watched the CNS scamper away giggling. "Julian, I don't have time for this...β he said. But Julian had already ducked behind a large philodendron and peeked back at James, a mischievous smirk on her face. He was about to wave her off, and stood there for a moment, looking at her.
'What the hell,' he thought as he took off after her.
Julian scampered off again, but James quickly made up the distance. He had just about gotten into arm's reach of the counselor when she made a dash to the left and down another row of shrubbery. James swipe was only a second slow, and contacted only the humid air. Not missing a beat, he followed Julian, this time catching her. "You're it!" he proclaimed and sped off.
Julian gave pursuit for several minutes, chasing James through the arboretum, eventually cornering him between the far wall and a rose bush. As she closed in, the Captain leaped several feet through the air and narrowly escaped her tag, but slipped on some wet ground as he landed. Julian walked over to James as he made his way up. "Tag!"
"Oh, you're evil! Preying on the injured!" he jested and took off again. By the time he had finally caught up with her, they were both breathing heavily. Each took a moment considering the other -- which way they might try to run, which next move would be best. Finally, Julian took the initiative and sped off to her left, with James in hot pursuit. He nearly had reached her when the door to the arboretum opened and Commander Tsa'rok walked in.
James bolted head on into the Klingon XO, knocking him to the ground.
"Tsa'rok!" said James as he realized what had happened.
Julian let out a distinct sigh of disappointment when she caught sight of the Klingon, fearing that her playtime -- and James' therapy session -- was over.
"Is everything alright, sir?" asked Tsa'rok as he and James slowly got to their feet.
"Actually," said James, stifling a laugh, and rubbing a sore shoulder. Hitting the Klingon felt like crashing into a wall. "Actually, it is. For the moment, everything is fine." He meant it.
"I see," said Tsa'rok. "May I update you on the most recent TACFLEET reports we received?"
"In a minute, Number One. I have one thing I need to attend to first." He paused momentarily, and then lightly tapped the Klingon on the shoulder. "Tag!" He took off.
"Sir!" exclaimed the Klingon, pretending to be puzzled. But he knew this game, he knew it well. He would have to back off from the intensity he used to play it as a child; for once he had broken the arm of another playmate while overenthusiastically tagging him. He put the PADD he was carrying down by the door and took off after Julian and James. "I SHALL CATCH YOU!" he roared as the other officers began to laugh hilariously.
It was all over in another fifteen minutes. James and Julian had done an impressive job eluding the Klingon, but he eventually managed to tag Julian who, in turn, tagged James several minutes thereafter. When the game had ended, the three of them were thoroughly winded and had nearly done severe damage to several rare species of plants.
"That..." said James, breathing heavily, "Was a great idea. Thanks."
Julian was panting hard herself. "No problem...my pleasure."
Tsa'rok did his best to look calm and unaffected, but he too was feeling quite fatigued. "Can we...look...at those reports now?"
"Absolutely...let's go. Counselor?" Julian nodded and they walked back to the exit.
Captain James Lawrence CO, USS Circe (NPC )
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Post by Jack W Clark on Sept 4, 2005 19:48:26 GMT
MD: 16.1705 Location: Turbo lift --> Observation Deck
James and Tsa'rok walked back to the turbo lift.
"Computer, hold." The lift obediently came to a stop. "Number One," said James, "have you ever had an experience that you could not understand? Could not even begin to comprehend?"
"I have gone to the Meditation Caves on Kronos to pray to the warriors from Sto'vo Kor, and I have had visions."
"Were they hallucinogenic? I've heard rumors that certain substances were used to heighten the pilgrims' senses of reality."
"No. They were real. I know as surely as I know that we are talking now that those visions *were* of great warriors."
"Not imaginary?" persisted James.
"No," said Tsa'rok resolutely.
"I feel as though I may have had a vision as well." He said all he felt comfortable with for the moment. "Computer, resume." He shifted his stance slightly as the lift accelerated gracefully and eventually came to a halt. "Doctor Anaya claims that his 'spirits' are trying to speak to me."
"The doctor's beliefs are very unusual," commented the Klingon as the got out of the turbo lift and walked to the observation deck. "I wonder if *he* might be hallucinating sometimes."
"The use of drugs is a part of his religion...they are used to facilitate Communication with the spirits, I am told. But, people can be contacted without any sort of chemical assistance. As for me: I had a vision of Neirrh while I was speaking to the good doctor in Sickbay."
Tsa'rok said nothing, merely put the PADD down on the table, waiting for the Captain to continue. "It was so vivid and lifelike. I thought it was a product of stress, of overwork." He raised his hands in exasperation. "I've been putting in ridiculous hours of late, as has everyone else. I know LT Anastasia and his staff have been making overtime look commonplace. But...I'm not so sure it was just stress. Maybe someone...somehow...was trying to tell me something?"
"Did you speak to the Doctor about this?"
"He sought me out and I eventually threw him out the ready room," said James. "I guess I was being a bit harsh. He's only trying to help me with this."
"My recommendation would be to see if it happens again. If it doesn't, perhaps it was only stress. If it does, then you might have something to look into."
"Indeed. So, onto other things: what is going on with our Romulan friends?" James braced himself for the worst.
"Starfleet has evidence that there is a fleet massing on the Gorn/Romulan border. The estimated composition is twenty Romulan ships, ranging in size from frigate to battle cruiser."
James instantly regretted his game of tag, realizing it meant that he had this information later than otherwise. Then he silently chastised himself for the pangs of guilt -- his knowing of the fleet ten minutes ago would have changed nothing.
"Are they trying to provoke the Gorn into a fight?"
"71% probability of such according to the analysts," replied the Klingon.
"But why? What good does it do for the Romulans to be entertaining a Federation delegate while simultaneously rattling the Gorn's cages? They've enjoyed peace for a number of years, and the Gorn have little to offer the Romulans in terms of resources or strategic territory. It doesn't make sense."
"Logical behavior has little to do with the Romulan psyche. They do what they want, whenever it suits them, even if it means dishonorably attacking a neighbor with whom they are currently at peace."
"Anything further?"
"That is all, sir."
"Let's hope it stays that way."
Captain James Lawrence CO, USS Circe (NPC )
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Post by Jack W Clark on Sept 4, 2005 19:51:16 GMT
MD: 17.1200
James Lawrence materialized inside the terrace at the Federation Embassy. Taking a quick glance around, he noted that the building must have been recently renovated. The scent of fresh paint hung in the air, and the carpets smelled as if they had been shampooed. Inside the building, dozens of Federation officials and Starfleet officers busily scurried around like Ants. Just a few years ago, the building was a dilapidated, vacant, empty shell of a building, the symbol of years of hostility between the Federation and Romulan Star Empire.
"Excuse me, do you know Commander Manson?" asked James to a passerby.
"Yes, sir, I do. If you'll follow me, I can show you to him."
James watched as the ensign...all several hundred pounds of him...led him to a small office in the back of building. "Thank you, Ensign..."
"Bronski, sir."
"Captain James Lawrence, CO, USS Circe."
"Ah...Captain," said Tank, "it's a pleasure to meet you. The entire Embassy has been buzzing since the news of your visit arrived." He reached down and shook James' hand.
James literally felt the pain in his hand as this man shook it. Though James was 6'2" and well build, Bronski could have easily broken every bone in James' hand had he wished?
Tank walked to John's office, peered in. "Excuse me, commander, Captain Lawrence of the Circe is here to see you." He mouthed the words 'Good luck!' as he saw Manson rise up enthusiastically and make his way out to the hallway.
"Captain, it is a real pleasure to meet you," said John as they shook hands.
"Likewise, commander. Can we talk?"
"Of course, sir...please." Manson motioned into the small office. "Can I get you something? Coffee? Tea? I apologize for the mess...things have been a little busy here."
"I can imagine. Nothing for me, thank you. Commander, since I have very little time, I'll be brief. I received your transfer request the other day."
"Yes, sir," said Manson.
"I am a bit surprised that you are posting for a Deputy Ops officer billet on the Circe when you've already been an XO."
"I've been told that my chances of securing any XO or CO billet in the next one to two years is minimal at best," confessed Manson. "Most of them already seem to have been designated."
"It's a tough sell to get one of these billets, that's for sure. But why not OPS? Surely the wait wouldn't be nearly as long."
"My skills are suited to starship duty, exploration -- not to this." He gestured to the stack of PADDs covering his desk. "This is all I do now: I read, I deal with local issues. I yearn for the day when I'll be back in space."
"Quite understandable. I served with TACFLEET for a while and found the urge for shipboard duty to be compelling. But that doesn't answer my question: why not wait a short while longer to possibly makes OPS? You'd have a far-better chance of quickly getting to XO again by that route."
"Captain, permission to speak frankly, sir."
"Always."
"No one comes out here. We don't get regular visits from Starfleet ships, let alone big ones. Sir, if I don't happen to be onboard your ship when it leaves, fleet command will almost definitely sign me up for another tour here. And since I've been doing a good job -- ask the Ambassador and his wife, they'll tell you -- they'll assign me to another tour after that, and then another. The best chance I have to get back in space *now* is with you, sir."
"You outrank our current OPS by virtue of time in grade, you realize. You'll be junior to him in ship's position yet have greater seniority. This creates a bit of a sticky situation sometimes, Commander."
"I understand that, sir, and I also fully understand and respect the chain of command."
"You are also aware that having a thing sometimes is less pleasing than wanting* that thing. You may find your experience in space to be less exciting in the billet you would be serving in than you might have hoped. Remember, your last experience was as an XO. Now, you'll not even fall in the direct chain of command."
"Sir," insisted Manson, "I know in my mind and in my heart that this is what I want to do. Please."
James thought long and hard for a moment. He had been given the extraordinary option of approving or denying this personnel transaction -- rarely did COs get that sort of authority, and James hardly expected the option again. But Manson seemed to be of a decent sort, and having someone with experience such as his aboard would certainly be valuable. "Very well, commander. Official transfer orders will be sent to you to serve as Deputy OPS officer aboard the USS Circe."
"Thank you, sir. Thank you," repeated Manson.
James nodded formally. "Noted. I have one question for you, Commander. We're in need of a chief navigator and shuttlecraft pilot. Might you know someone here who might fit the bill?"
"I believe I do, sir. The Ensign that showed you to my office is one of the best damned pilots I've met." 'What am I saying? I'm signing Bronski up to serve with me!'
"Mister Bronski, hmmm?" asked James, intrigued as to how that man fit into most shuttlecraft, let alone flew them.
"Aye, sir."
"Thank you, Commander. See you aboard."
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Post by Jack W Clark on Sept 25, 2005 14:23:50 GMT
(Star base Bellicose -- Deck 43 -- Blue Section)
: Zhen walked down the corridors of deck 43 wearing another new suit from Bhuk Qualβs shop. Zhen loved the deep, blue color and the feel of the velvet-like fabric. This fabric felt almost wet to the touch, and cost fifty times as much as the best velvet in the galaxy. Bhuk Qaul, the Galipotan, was the best clothier on entire station, and probably the best in the quadrant. Many people living on the station had more latinum than Zhen, but no one was better dressed! Zhen liked Deck 43, but it made him just a little sad. This section of the station was mostly space docks. Ships came in and left, took on cargo or passengers, and then headed out into open space. Zhen missed his ship, but felt very lucky at the same time. He almost visibly shook the thoughts from his mind. He needed to focus.
: Zhen headed over to the loading dock belonging to Wiry Rool. He was a Lissepian cargo hauler / trader. Like most Lissepians, Rool had yellowish-green skin, but it wasnβt his looks that Zhen was interested in, it was his shipping route. Wy-Ry Rool had been plying his trade in Cardassian space for a long time,β¦ after the Dominion wars, DURING the Dominion wars,β¦ he some say even BEFORE the Dominion wars. If you delivered goods in that section, that long, you had to have a βpassβ to get you past the pirates and the Cardassian patrol ships. No doubt, Wy-Ry supplied Cardassia (and who know, maybe the pirates, too) with what they needed. The burly trader did not have a great disposition, thought. Zhen knew that all too well. He had been one of Zhenβs suppliers ever since he took over βWigoβs Import/Export.β Rool delivered goods to Zhenβs shop, in fact, he was expecting another shipment in a few days, from Rool,β¦ but that is not what brought Zhen to see him.::
Rool: βZHYNN!!! What are you doing on my dock, TODAY? I said, Friday, didnβt I? Is today Friday? NO. So get your grub sucking, beetle eating, lobe-fixated carcass off my loading dock! Donβt even come to my dock you little troll, Iβll have one of my men bring you your stinking goods on FRIDAY, just like we agreed.β
Zhen: βWe need to talk,β
Rool: βI said, βGet your sorry latinum-licking carcass off my dock!!!ββ
Zhen: <How did he know I lick my latinum some times?? >: Handing Rool an isolinear chip. βFine,β¦ have it your way,β¦ but when Security shows up at your door tonight,β¦ donβt say I didnβt offer to work things out,β¦. PRIVATELY.β
Rool: βSecurity, HAH!!! You sawed off, pint-sized piece of garbage, I run a clean operation. I follow every Federation rule and file my flight plans. I stick to those flight plans. If you think you can get me in trouble with Security, have a go at it, but youβll see latinum handed out for free on Feriginar before you and I do business again, Now get off my dock before I throw you off.β
Zhen: (Laughing): Turning to go. βOh,β¦ Wy-Ry,β¦ you have me all wrong! Security wonβt be there for YOU, theyβll be there for your daughter.β
Zhen studied the big, burly Lissepian. He was strangely silent,
Rool: βWait up, Zhen!β (Pause) βWhatβs on this chip?β
Zhen: Zhen motioned for Rool to follow him. He walked about twenty paces away from Rool's loading dock. Zhen knew he might not be the only one to employ hidden cameras or mikes. He got out in the common 'corridor' away from the people and good passing through. "Let me show you...." ::Extending his hand,.... he took the chip from a very quiet Rool. Zhynn slid the chip into his PADD. He studied the burly Lissepian. Rool stood silent and motionless, like a massive statue, as the screen on the PADD showed his daughter, his only daughter stealing from Zhenβs store over and over.
Rool: (Keeping his voice low) βWhatever she stole,β¦ Iβm make good on itβ¦ five fold. That should make even a Ferengi like you happy. Just donβt go to Security.β
Zhen had done his homework. He had asked around about Rool, in a friendly, βjust-making-conversationβ way. Zhen knew his whole sad story, not that he cared. βSkyeβ was Roolβs only daughter. Roolβs wife was a Human, but died three years after their daughter was born. Everyone who knew of his wife added how much Rool loved her, and how broken he was when she died. All that love went to βSkyeβ now, but it didnβt seem to help. Lots of people knew how troubled the teen was. She was an angry 17 year-old of mixed racial parentage that hated her father and βacted outβ in half a dozen anti-social ways. Skye was wearing jewelry worth 20 times what she stole from Zhenβs store. She was just doing it for the thrill. But the word around the station was that no matter what mess Skye got into, Wy-Ry did βclean-upβ with large sums of cash.
Zhen: βFive hundred percent profit, Hmmm. Tempting, but I have something a bit more lucrative in mind.β
Rool: (Looking almost shocked) βMore lucrative than 500% profit? Like I said, Zhen, I run a CLEAN operation. Whatever youβre dealing in, I donβt know about it. I donβt WANT to know about it, and Iβm NOT interested. As you already know, Iβve got responsibilities and I donβt intend to end up on some penal colony with my daughter in foster care. She needs me.β
Zhen: βNot to worry, Rool. I would never suggest anything illegal. You see, I donβt want to end up in a penal colony either, thatβs why I didnβt go home to Fereginar. No, what Iβm suggesting is perfectly legal, and you βre probably already doing it. I just want you do it MORE and do it with ME,β
Rool: βDoing WHAT?β
Zhen: βI want you to carry cargo to Cardassia, off-load it, and bring some things back. Youβve been transporting cargo in this area, to CARDASSIA, for a long time; donβt even try to deny it. I just want you to take some things to Cardassia for me, sell them, and then use THAT money to buy some items, and bring those items back to me. Iβll sell themβ¦ and we will split the profit, β50/50β as the Humans say.βZhen wasn't at all sure Rool had been to Cardassia, but Rool didn't know that. It was a bluff; he would have to see if it worked.
Rool: βThere are regulations,β
Zhen: βYes, yes, regulations a light-year long and Iβve read every one of them. But most Federation rules have exceptions. βSection 25, paragraph 4 β Humanitarian Aid is exempted from the banned items and may be traded.β Thatβs what I want to sell them: food, solar generators, solar powered water pumps, blankets, and simple tools to rebuild. All these items are LEGAL.β
Rool: Looking at Zhen suspiciously, but glad that they were no longer talking about his daughter. βLook, Iβll admit it, I do trade with Cardassia,β¦ and Iβve been there TWICE since the Dominion Wars. But in case you havenβt heard, the place is a wreck. The Federation Coalition hammered Cardassia Prime pretty good, Zhen. Last time I went, I couldnβt find enough latinum there to cover the cost of my trip."
Zhen: <I KNEW it, Always trust your instincts, Zhen. > βTrue, quite true, But letβs do a history lesson, Cardassia was conquering whole star systems for over a thousand years. During the beginning of the Dominion Wars, they did very well, and extended their sphere of control to several new quadrants containing hundreds of populated worlds. To the best of my knowledge, the commanders and officers helped themselves to anything and everything of value from each of these worlds.β
Rool: βYeah, they stole everything that wasnβt nailed down, so?β
Zhen: <Itβs a wonder he stays in business, Let me explain it to him like he were a Ferengi child. > βThey donβt have latinum,β¦ so we donβt ask for latinum. We TRADE our food, solar generators for things like: diamonds, crystal from Betazoid, Saurian brandy, sapphires from Sheliak, Antidean pearls.β
Rool: βYou want me to trade the humanitarian aid for anything with re-sale value, and youβre going to move it in your shop.β
Zhen: βYouβre HALF right, I am going to βsellβ it in my shop, after all, it does say IMPORT / EXPORT over the door, doesnβt it??? But you will NOT take just anything of value. You donβt trade for anything with a serial number, you donβt trade for anything like famous art, that the ownership is a matter of public record. In short, if some family on a conquered world can PROVE it was theirs, you donβt touch it.β
Roil: βYouβre profiting on the misery and suffering of a hundred worlds, what do YOU care?β
Zhen: βTo be technical, YOU are profiting from their misery. Zhenβs Import / Export isn't going to have any direct dealings with Cardassia, or Cardassians. I have my good reputation to uphold. No, I'm selling you a load of humanitarian aid, on credit. When you return from your journey to I DON'T WANT TO KNOW WHERE, you'll be bringing me consumer goods of high quality, which I will sell, on consignment. When I sell these goods, I'll pay off the loan I made you, for the goods you took to sell, and the difference is yours, less my 50% fee for selling it in my shop. So, we split the profits right down the middle."
Rool: βWhy so picky about what I bring back? Wouldn't a load of Bajoran replicators be just as good? What do YOU care?β
Zhen: "Because the Federation will RETURN those items to their rightful owners, There are already thousands of petitions being filed in the courts for the return of goods and property. Proving WHO owns WHAT is easy with a Bajoran replicator, but much harder with a case of brandy or string of pearls. Many of the goods you'll be trading food for were not even produced on a 'conquered planet.' They will be goods stolen from, but not necessarily produced on the planets conquered by the Dominion. Such items are virtually untraceable. So letβs be very VERY clear on this, if legal ownership can be established, you DONβT TOUCH IT, but if not, bring it back here and Iβll sell it. WE will be the legal owners.β
Rool: βAnd in exchange, you donβt say a word to Security about my daughter, Skye.β
Zhen: βYour daughter's troubles are none of my business, and where you get the goods you're going to be selling me is none of my business. You're a very private man, and I respect that, right? But, having said that, I thought I'd mention, Captain Hebronβs wife, TβLara Hebron, is now the head of counseling here on the Station, I met her, she seemed very nice, You might arrange for your daughter to go see her. Of course, that is none of my business, your decision, entirely.β
Rool: βTβLara Hebron. You said she was nice? Iβll think about itβ (Pause) βDo you have the food, solar generators, etc. ready to go?β
Zhen: βThe aid was ordered a week ago. It arrives 18:00, this evening, on a Kotacian freighter. You need to swing by my shop and sign some papers showing the goods are a loan and you are selling them at an undisclosed location. Then, will move the crates from his loading dock to yours. You can file all the necessary flight plans, today, and leave in the morning.β
Rool: βDoesnβt it bother you that you are profiting from other peopleβs suffering?β
Zhen: βPeople who think that, arenβt sending ANYTHING to help, Iβm helping the Cardassian people. Even the Federation is rumored to be sending a ship, the Phoenix, to help, But no ship can do it all, the Federation canβt do it all. It will take the involvement of THE PRIVATE BUSINESS MAN, to help poor Cardassia get back on its feet.β
Rool: βSo it DOESNβT bother you?β
Zhen: (Smiling) βNo, not one tiny bit, βRule of Acquisition #35, War is good for business.ββ
Civilian Chenno Zhen Owner of Zhenβs Import / Export Star base Bellicose
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Post by Jack W Clark on Sept 27, 2005 0:55:41 GMT
ON: Wildcat Sickbay. Chief Foxx is sitting on a bio-bed with his shirt off as the nurse runs a dermal regenerator over his left shoulder. >
Nurse: You're lucky he just winged you, Chief. There was a little muscular damage, but not much. If he'd hit you four inches lower we'd probably be reconstructing your whole shoulder right now.
Foxx: Well, big thanks for small graces I guess. Ow.
Nurse: It'll be sore and swollen for a few days, but other than that you should be fine.
Foxx: Aside from my poor uniform. So, will I be able to play the violin again?
Nurse: Sure.
Foxx: Well that's a shock, I couldn't play it before.
Nurse: Ha!
Foxx: How's Counselor Jameson?
Nurse: She's fine; we're just filtering the last of the toxin out of her system. She should be coming around soon.
<As Foxx slides off the bio bed and slips his shirt on, both he and the Nurse and startled by the beep of the comm.>
=/\=: Security to Sickbay! I need a medical team to the brig, STAT!
<The Nurse immediately grabs a trauma case and heads for the door, followed by a few Medical Technicians. Foxx grabs his duty jacket off the biobed and follows quickly. As they arrive in the Brig, Andrews is curled up on the floor of his holding cell, the Brig officer is trying to open the force field. >
Brig Officer: It won't let me open the field; I keep getting a hazardous material warning.
<Foxx heads to the control desk and pulls up the environmental control systems, he boots up the emergency air filter. >
Foxx: Try it now!
<The Brig Officer lowers the field and steps inside the cell, followed by the medical team. After a frantic sweep with a tricorder and check of his vital signs, one of the med techs turns around. >
Med Tech: No good, he's dead.
<Foxx steps up to the edge of the cell and looks at Andrews' body. His eyes narrow. >
Nurse: I thought all this insanity was finally over.
Foxx: I'd wager that it's just beginning actually.
<OFF>
Cmdr Beldar Foxx Chief of operations USS Wildcat-B
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Post by Jack W Clark on Sept 27, 2005 1:01:12 GMT
ON: < Nimitz Observation Lounge > Avery sat back in the seat as Admiral Wolfe took over the meeting from Commodore Andrews. Wolfe: Star Fleet command has a certain set of guidelines that the Talpidans have to follow before the actual signing of the Federation Charter. Security, Medical and military are the primary concerns for us here. The Council is expecting a small team for the standard meet and greet. Most likely a dinner reception will be held on the planet later in the evening.
*Pauses before continuing on* The meet and greet will be headed up by Commodore Andrews, Captain Blair, Lt Jameson, Dr. Pentagon, Lt Winter Johnson, Ensign Brant and Chief Walker. She looked at Wolfe and nodded as her name was mentioned.
Andrews: Our job on this first meeting will be nothing more than introducing us and quietly assessing the situation. Our predecessors did an adequate job of Intel and data gathering, and of briefing the Talpidans of what is to come. So this should be more of a formality than anything.
Wolfe: The faction that we've read about has been fairly quiet over time, and their government assures us they will present no problems to the process. But just in case, that's what winter is there for. If they do offer a reception tonight, it will be all senior staff in, you guessed it, dress uniform. *Wolfe hears a few groans through out the room* I know, I know, I can't stand them either.
Andrews: *smiling* and because misery loves company, we'll of course be dragging along all of the senior staff to the dinner reception. While we are there, our goal will again be to familiarize ourselves with the people and start establishing a repoire with them. Secondary objective is of course to find out any additional information we may need before entering into official discussions.
Wolfe: The actual length of this mission is up in the air. The faster we can help our new friends move into compliance, the faster we can go back to exploring. Dalton: *Under her breath* and blowing things up. Avery couldn't help but smile as she heard Dalton's comment; it was hard to miss when she was sitting right next to her.
Wolfe looks in her direction and smiles. Any questions?
Wolfe: Okay then. Commodore may my crew and myself use this room for a few minutes longer?
Andrews: Of course Admiral. Nimitz crew, you are dismissed. Those of you on the away team I expect you to be ready to depart in 15. As the Nimitz crew departed the meeting Avery sat waiting to see what it was everyone was waiting for, she looked towards the door as Aurora walked in. She couldn't blame her for being a little bewildered. Wolfe: Lieutenant, thank you for joining us. It's come to my attention that you were not at your proper place of duty recently.
McCloud: Admiral? *Puzzled frown*
Wolfe: *chuckles* I just found out before this meeting that LT Glura is being called back to Earth for an assignment. That makes you our acting Chief Engineer. Since I've been stuck here on the Nimitz for the past few weeks, I'm not sure if we have a replacement for him coming in or not. Hopefully this won't be a temporary promotion for you. Congrats. Avery smiled, Aurora certainly deserved the promotion. As the meeting was adjourned she walked by Ro placing her hand on her arm. Avery: Congratulations Ro. *she smiled* I've got to head down to the planet shortly but we'll talk when I get back. <Off> Lt Avery Jameson Chief Counselor USS Wildcat B
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Post by Jack W Clark on Oct 16, 2005 14:09:23 GMT
Setting: The runabout THAMES
<snip from Sabine's post>
As Angeles entered the room she looked at the ambassador and was shocked by his look. *It's really as bad as I thought*. "Angeles, you want to be CMO, get the first-aid-kit and try to help him - give him something to relieve his pain, do you think you can manage that on your own?" Tanitra looked at her. Angeles swallowed hard and finally she said, "Yes".
<New material>
Angeles looked toward the Ambassador. Pity glowed from her face and seemed to comfort the pale man - similar to a mother's nature. She stooped down next to him and touched his face gently. His skin was tender and warm. "Ambassador?" She whispered. "I know you're in pain but-"
"No pain," he gasped between breaths. He slowly turned his face towards hers. His green eyes penetrated through hers. She knew his conditioning was weakening. Pain is not always the evidence of a weak body.
Angeles quickly went through her kit, taking out anything that could be useful. Cardiac inducer, dermal regenerator, hypo spray, medical tricorder, and finally a tricorder peripheral. Her hands trembled. This equipment was basic, and maybe that was what scared her the most. *It's too easy* she thought. *There has to be something more. *
From the corner of her eye she saw the Ambassador's hand stretched out. She turned rapidly to block the delusional man from touching the equipment but what met her eyes was a shaking hand waiting to be held. She reprimanded herself for thinking otherwise and calmly reached out for his hand. This was going to make what needed to be done relatively more difficult but it was the comfort of her patients that always came first.
She checked his vital signs. *Better than I expected. But he'll weaken quickly if he's not gotten to sickbay in a few hours. * "You're a strong man, Ambassador. Here, take a look a your vital signs. She held the little machine in front of him. Look, everything is just a little bit below normal but that's just to be expected."
The Ambassador looked up to her with a childish expression of accomplishment.
While using her equipment to treat superficial wounds she continued to talk to him soothingly. "We are going to take you to sickbay as quick as possible, okay? And, put you in a bio bed. A bed."
A sincere smile spread across his face. That was what he wanted. To rest in comfort but then again that's what most people want.
<Snip from Natalie's post with modifications>
"Cerin to Perry and Stone."
[[[Stone here]]] Lillian answered. [[[How's the ambassador?]]]
"Stable, I think, but I need to get him to sickbay quickly. From what I can tell, he's broken a couple ribs, fractured his left arm, and I believe he has a slight concussion. However, he's conscious now and not in too much pain."
[[[I'm on my way back to you. See if you can find other members of the crew, we think we've found a way to get in touch with the APPOMATOX. I just need to grab two of the THAMES' power cell. You just keep doing what you're doing. Stone out.]]]
<New material>
Angeles started to pack up her things when the Ambassador shook his hand violently. "Woman," he coughed. " Other room. Go."
"There's another person? Alive," Angeles jumped in excitement. The Ambassador let go of her hand. She gathered her things clumsily and backed her way into the next room. It smelled of burning metal and she struggled to breathe the polluted air. The room was plain except for the machines that crackled and smoked their draining energy. A few things were knocked on the floor - now shattered into bits. There were scratches on some of the machines from the falling equipment. She noticed a reddish-brown trail on the floor. She followed its path up to a woman lying on the floor; rivers of blood ran from several cuts on her body.
Angeles immediately checked her vital signs. Everything was pretty much normal taking into account that the woman had lost a large quantity of blood. She was in better shape then the Ambassador just traumatized *Damn, I wish Lillian were here. She'd know what to say. *
Angeles kneeled next to the woman and sat her up against the wall. "I'm doctor, and I'm going to help you. You are in good condition but you need to just take a few deep breaths."
"I know you're a doctor," the woman replied weakly with a slight smile. "Or at least I hoped you were."
Angeles tilted the woman's neck back and gently put the hypo spray to her skin. *God, I hope she's not too badly infected with anything. * "Can you tell me anything that happened so I can report back to my crew?"
"Not too much." Her heavy eyes gradually closed. "Don't remember...much."
Angeles used the dermal regenerator on many of the wounds knowing this could only be used as a stop gag until she was gotten to sickbay.
<Clip from Natalie's post with modifications>
the woman suddenly smiled at random. She looked up to see Lillian standing over her. She had been so engrossed in her work she didn't even hear her enter. Angeles finished with the woman and after a few words, stood up and faced Stone. Her hands were bloodstained and her uniform was covered in dirt and what also must have been blood. Angeles' face was slightly pale and a few beads of sweat dotted her forehead, but she seemed focused. "How are you doing?" Lillian asked as they continued into the next room. "Fine, everything considered." Her voice was calm. Lillian marveled at her composure. She had always been a little squeamish around blood and so held doctors and nurses in the highest respect for doing what they did. "Great." She spoke encouragingly both for Angeles and herself. They came upon two more crew members in the next chamber and Angeles was certainly in her element. "Go on and get the power cells. I'm fine here."
<New material>
the room was dark. Every light was off and she could barely see the outlines of two men. She squinted her eyes while waiting for her eyes to adjust. Machines sputtered and there were small sparks of lights from time to time that left colorful dots in front her eyes. The machines' crackling was started to bother her especially since she couldn't match a picture to where the sound originated. Slowly large objects started to emerge from the darkness. She could see the station at where the two men must have been standing though she could not make out the fine details.
Angeles looked down at the two men. She moved closer she could see one looked at bit older and darkened with a tired expression while the other seemed young and came off almost as arrogant.
"Who was that other woman," yelled the younger one as he tried to stand up. He was incredibly weak but had an unsurpassable effort in fighting it and came off very strong.
"Hey buddy! Sit back down," she commented like they had been old friends.
"No! Tell me!"
"Listen, I'm a doctor," Angeles proceeded as she checked his vital signs. "The best thing for you is to sit back down-"
"TELL ME! NOW!"
Angeles moved on the older man who was rolling his eyes at the others cocky ambition. The older man had surprisingly sustained the crash better than the boy. She decided to answer the boy's question to make him happy and maybe get him to settle down. "If you really want to know, she's going to try to communicate with the Appomattox so we can get you guys to sickbay."
"Take me there."
"I'm afraid I can't do that."
"Why the hell not?"
"Well, I'm really not sure where they are and-"
"Then contact them!" The boy was becoming very loud and kept trying to move himself. Angeles sat before him. His face was tired and bitter. He was dirty and had negligible bruises on his face.
"Sir, you really need to keep still," she pleaded. "And I do need to take care of you so-"
"Contact them," whispered the older man.
Angeles was becoming impatient. She needed to treat these men and they weren't cooperating. "Sir, I have to-"
"I'm of higher rank than you ensign! You'll follow my orders. Contact them first and then take care of our needs," he commanded.
"Yes, sir," she mumbled resentfully. "Angeles to Stone."
[[[Stone here. What is it?]]]
"I have a boy here. Not too badly injured," she stated matter-of-factly. "He claims that he can help you."
[[[Angeles]]] there was a tone of disbelief in her voice. [[[You have to be sure because we're on a time limit and]]]
"Please," Angeles pleaded. She really didn't think that this boy could do anything but she wanted do her job. She wasn't going to let two men who seemed to be in okay condition to put a bad mark on her record. Plus, she was tired and the last thing she needed was a couple angry patients.
[[[All right, I'll speak to him. Give me a minute. Stone out.]]]
Angeles motioned to the boy to that Stone would be with him soon. She then began tending to their wounds and pain.
Hopefully the boy's stubbornness would be for the better.
Respectfully submitted, Ashley Idler Ensign Angeles Cerin Junior DSC Member
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Post by Jack W Clark on Oct 16, 2005 14:19:42 GMT
SD: 140424 Star Base Bellicose The Best βDiplomacyβ
MD: 1.1200 Scene: Conference Room, Star Base Bellicose
The party moved through the station taking care not to take their visitors through any of the still badly damaged sections. It had been 10 days since the battle with the pirates and although a lot had been done by way of repairs there was still a lot that needed to be done. As for KβSan he was still reeling from the mental affects of the battle, it had been a bloody one and had cost a lot of lives, he had a feeling that many of the stationβs crew still suffered from some form of battle shock.
It was good that one delegation arrived before the other, that way they could hear both sides of the conflict one side at a time and it would give them a better idea of what was going on and perhaps give them an indication as to how to approach the situation.
Two of the Celestial Knights stood guard outside the conference room door along with 2 Federation Marines, the other 2 stood a short distance behind their Ambassador who had seated herself at the table next to KβSan while Damon sat at the head of the table and Lt. Stogdale sat opposite KβSan.
βAt least both sides have agreed to talkβ¦thatβs a startβ KβSan stated confidently. βThere has to be a way to stop the bloodshed, hopefully we will at least be able to agree on a cease fire while the peace talks are underwayβ he added.
βThe enemies of the Empire are not interested in peace, they are only interested in taking what is rightfully oursβ Jessel Riva replied quickly.
βWould your people be willing to allow Federation ships to patrol along your borders as a peacekeeping force. Perhaps with our ships patrolling the area that will be enough to quell any fighting until a more formal ceasefire could be arrange. Naturally we would like for both sides to comply with this and weβll present it to the Te Zecharri when they arrive.β
βThat would be acceptable, however the Te Zecharri are not as cooperative as we are. They know only hostility and it is unlikely that they will allow your ships to patrol in their space. In fact we do not believe that they are serious about pursuing peace, although they have agreed to participate in the talks we believe that it is only another one of their tactics.β Jessel responded.
βWell if you believe that why are you even here?β Valen asked.
βThe Te Zecharri are scattered about in many cells, they have no formal system of government like the Celestial Empire or the Federation. Each cell governs itself and therefore we believe that it may be possible to establish some sort of treaty with some of them.β
KβSan nodded at her response βI agree, perhaps if you can make peace with some of the cells the others will fall in line eventually.β
β Although some of them have agreed to talk do not underestimate them. They are terrorist and should be treated accordingly, I would advise you to check them thoroughly before you allow them onto your station or their ship to dock.β
βI can assure you that we have taken every possible security measure to assure your safety as well as that of the station. There will be guards posted all throughout the station and the docking area and they will be highly visible and ready to take any action necessary against either side should anyone decide to use this station as a battlefield.β Valen responded assuredly.
βYou will have no trouble from the Celestial Empire Commanderβ¦.we are here to talk and nothing else.β
βWell, the Te Zecharri should be arriving soonβ¦.we have arranged for a banquet this evening in honor of the peace talks. You will have a chance to meet some of the Te Zecharri representatives thenβ¦.perhaps we can start the talks tomorrow mooring.β
βThat will be acceptableβ¦.and thank you for your hospitality.β
::Before he could say anything else an Ensign walked into the room and whispered something into his ear and then left.::
βThe Te Zecharri have just entered the sensor netβ¦β¦our escorts are on the way to meet them. They should be here in about 20 minutes.β Valen stated as he stood from his chair and walked over to the view port.
::KβSan started out at the emptiness of space for a moment, he knew that this was going to be difficult at best. Dealing with terrorist was never an easy thing to do especially when you had to deal with more than one faction.
Cdr. KβSan Valen Executive Officer DCS Vessel Southward NCC-70023
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Post by Jack W Clark on Oct 16, 2005 14:40:25 GMT
SD: 131019 Star Base Bellicose Embassy Row "Romulan Embassy"
MD: 9.1315 Scene: Observation Alcove, Docking Port 2
Allen watched through the view portal as the Romulan cruiser drifted through the bay, cutting past various ships and support craft, on its way toward the docking port at which he stood.
The ship was the classic winged design of the race and very impressive to behold.
There were numerous occasions in history where the sight of such a ship struck fear or at least concern as contact with the Romulans for so long had been strained to say the least with contact meaning the edge of war.
It changed somewhat during the First Dominion war but tensions again rose shortly there after with both sides clashing here and there. The Horvauk had brought them back together in the form of the Harbour Accords, but even there the tensions were more strained with task forces divided up based mainly on political power affiliation.
And so he stood watching as the ship moved into the berth and the gangway began to extend toward it as if in greeting. Straightening his uniform top, the commander of the Angolan Expeditionary Force stepped away to head back into the main corridor. By the time he reached the airlock, he found it already cycling.
A few seconds later and the doors slid open.
The first figures through were the standard Romulan guards, which took positions to either side the airlock, just as fleet Marines might do for a Federation starship also in port. Next came a Romulan female of medium build surrounded by a number of figures. She stood out as she was at least just slightly over six feet, standing slightly taller than those around her.
He had of course already seen her image via the file sent to him just a few days ago. Stepping forward, he held out his hand in her direction and put his best smile forward.
"Ambassador Shiphar t'Rvalliha, welcome to Star base Angolan-One." He noted her hand cool to the touch as she accepted it. "It is a pleasure to meet you."
"On behalf of the Rihannsu people, I am honored to have this opportunity." Her face remained neutral as she looked down at him. "If possible, I would like to see the embassy so that my staff may begin the process of establishing our operations there."
"As you wish, Ambassador." He stepped to the side and indicated a direction in which to walk. As the party moved to comply, he paced himself next to Siephar. "I noticed that this is not your first duties as an Ambassador."
"As Ambassador...no." A thin smile touched her face. "As of this standing and position...yes."
"Well, know that my staff and I are at your disposal."
The smile remained. "Be warned, Commodore, in that I might take advantage of that offer."
"For someone such as yourself, it would be an honor but to serve."
"Tell me, Commodore," she looked at him with deep blue eyes and a voice half jest, "Are you always such the gentleman?"
"It is the way I was raised, ma'am."
They continued small talk as the lift carried them through the station until they passed through one of the extension arms and into ALPHA Ring to finally be dropped off on Deck A-4.
"Each embassy is a secure compound within itself, allowing a form of autonomy even though you remain a part of the station superstructure," Allen explained to the attentive Shiphar.
They had left the lift and entered what seemed a large square with different compounds set at various directions. Allen pointed in a direction, and the group continued.
"This square is often referred to as common ground and shared by all the embassies on this level, with visitors able to come here via the lifts again giving the politic governments more of a chance to control who can pass beyond their gates." He looked across at her. "Of course normally, your embassy codes will allow those connected with you more direct access so that you or your staff can order the lift directly into the embassy if so desired."
Although she continued to listen, her eyes fell upon the Rihannsu symbol for what the humans called the Romulan Star Empire as it stood adjacent to a large entranceway, which seemed complete with guards quarters for matters of security.
This was to be her home and a place where she hoped to bring restored honor to her family's house - a house that had been out of favor with the government for sometime but had at last been given the chance for redemption.
"And so this is to be our home."
Respectfully,
Commodore Allen Solace TFC, Angolan Expeditionary Force Harbor Defense Force
And
Ambassador Shiphar t'Rvalliha Romulan Star Empire
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Post by Jack W Clark on Nov 23, 2005 21:26:43 GMT
<Transporter room 6>
The Admiral arrived in Transporter Room 6 with his two aides, a human Lieutenant named Carroll and a Tellarite Ensign named Graf.
Kira: I am Commander Kira. Let me introduces my chief engineer, Commander Po'lar. We are ready in the main conference room. Po'lar walks walk behind Kira with the aides while you chat with the Admiral. They enter the conference room and sit at the large, dark hardwood table. A neat tray of sliced vegetables and sandwiches with three pots of steaming beverage, a pitcher of ice water and a row of USS Inveigle monogram cups sat at one end, encircled by Star Fleet insignia disposable napkins. A waiter from Gossamer's Loft served each a sandwich and poured each a drink before leaving.
Kira: Admiral, the ship is at operational phase, except for engineering of course. What are your orders?
Admiral: Excellent Captain. As soon as we are complete in engineering, then and only then will you will receive your orders. <Turned to Po'lar> Am I being clear, Commander?
Kira: What is the ETA for the completion in engineering?
Admiral: Well, originally, today. But do to certain 'requests' the ETA has been pushed up an extra day. <Glanced quickly at Po'lar>
Kira: Assuming 24 hours to get the crew aboard and recovered from shore leave, then it sounds like I should give the recall order immediately. Is that correct?
Admiral: That is Correct, Kira. <Po'lar listened, occasionally picked up his PADD and writing something.>
Kira: How can we facilitate Engineering? What should we be doing between now and 1200 hours tomorrow?
Admiral: Stay out of there way is the best thing you can do. You may continue with your planned security exercise. With your listening device set to minimum. You should also know that if you have any questions for the teams in engineering and neither myself or my aids are unavailable I have selected Commander Po'lar to serve as the liaison with the teams. He has not been told everything but I hope this arrangement is acceptable?
[Interesting - I never told the Admiral about the security exercise. Who told him?]
Kira: Yes Sir. I leave it to Commander Po'lar to adjust any security device to acceptable levels but Security will be quite busy with getting the crew on board. Is there anything else I should know of or do at this point in time?
Po'lar: Admiral, I was wondering when I may personally enter Engineering? I require access to system that can only be reached through Engineering.
Admiral: A 'safety specialist' can escort you to the needed area, but you would be there at the good graces of Commander Nagant and the rest of the project. Of course you'd need to file with them the purpose of your access and what you'd need to do.
Po'lar: Of, course, Admiral. I have spoken with Commander Nagant. Apparently they have given me "special access."
Admiral: Your entry is as Commander Nagant sees fit. His time is valuable and we need to get underway as soon as possible. <Turned to Kira> Tell the crew this is a diplomatic mission to the Gamma quadrant.
Po'lar: An interesting amount of 'effort' for a diplomatic mission.
Admiral: The safety of star fleet crew is always paramount. That is what you know. Remember that.
Po'lar: Of course. <Made a quick notation in his PADD, and poured self a cup of tea> More Coffee, Admiral? Something for you, Commander?
Admiral: Coffee please, and some more carrot sticks.
Kira: Some more red leaf tea and another sandwich please. Here are the readiness reports. The only issue I can see is that we had a transient cause some equipment damage when we went to that orbital power supply. But Chief Engineer Po'lar says he knows the cause and it won't happen again when we disconnect.
Po'lar: It is simply a matter of more closer monitoring. Leaving power flow purely to automation can be considered unwise.
Admiral: <Brushed the readiness reports aside as if they weren't of consequence> I do have some questions for you, Kira. I understand you have been having some sort of problem with your Ops officer?
[Interesting - her seizure hasn't been in any of my reports. Who told him?]
Kira: She passed out yesterday in her quarters apparently. Our CMO has been unable to determine a cause but is working with her.
Admiral: Good, the last thing we need on the upcoming mission is one of the senior officers operating at less than full strength.
Kira: As of the last report she had barely come out of complete unconsciousness. I don't want to commit to having her fully healthy in 24 hours. I've got my security chief stepping in as second officer.
Admiral: Good. Now there is one thing I probably should tell you. This mission is of great importance and what they are currently doing in Engineering is at the center of it. This mission is one of 'mediation' in a sense. You will be given the details in route.
Kira: Yes sir. May I ask what happened to Admiral Atriedes?
Admiral: He is on a special diplomatic mission for the moment. Something about Romulans and their claims on Cardassian territories. He is also being considered for being given command of the fleet charged with defense of Cardassian space.
Kira: Thank you, Sir. He deserves the best. May I ask who will be in command of this ship on this mission?
Admiral: You will be the Captain. They considered a temporary re-assignment of Captain Hassan from the USS Saunders but it was decided your skills tied in with the skill of this crew to allow you to successfully complete this mission. We are still however considering bringing in another Captain if one can be found in time.
Kira: I am sure I can complete the mission successfully, Sir.
Admiral: It was decided also that in the event that you should become impaired during the mission that rather than command going to your first officer that command would go to Lt. Commander Po'lar.
Po'lar: I am honored, Admiral.
Kira: Yes, Sir. I will tell Senna immediately after the meeting. May I ask why the choice was to give the command to Po'lar rather than Senna?
Admiral: Once again it has to do with the device being installed. It was felt wise for that reason as well as upon the Advice of Admiral Yong'Chi. He was an advisor to the project and put a great deal of pressure on us. You should feel proud, Kira.
[Yong'Chi - where had that name come up?]
Kira: I am, Sir. In the event that both Po'lar and myself are disabled, who should assume command?
Admiral: Than it would follow the normal order of command. This special order is only for the duration of the mission.
Kira: OK, me, Po'lar, Senna, Paxar. Right?
Admiral: Correct. Excuse me a moment....<Admiral picked up another sandwich and took a bite> Starfleet Command has been running me ragged today. This is the first chance I've had to eat anything.
Kira: I understand, Sir. Would you like anything else brought? I hope this is satisfactory?
Admiral: No this is fine. I usually eat light anyway. Is there anything a can answer for you, Commander. I will answer what I can but until you actually enter the Gamma quadrant any major details are classified. I can't prove it but I'm willing to bet that there hiding some information even from me.
Kira: Are we actually going to the Gamma quadrant? If so, will we have any time at DS9? I'd like to do a little personal shopping.
Po'lar: There will be a brief hold over at DS9.
Kira: Thank you, Sir. How many additional personnel will be on board this mission? Your engineering and security crew, etc.
Admiral: Some of my security personnel will be staying onboard. As well as a few engineers to deal with the equipment. Once everyone is properly briefed you will have full authority over them. Until then they are to be considered autonomous from your security and engineering departments.
Kira: I was just wondering numbers and how to billet them, anything we should prepare for them, etc.
Admiral: Just put them in standard, Spartan quarters. There will be about, I would say 35 security and 30 engineering officers. Other than that they all have level three security clearance with full clearance for access to engineering and computer control.
Kira: <Took notes.> I assume you'll want them in engineering level quarters - as close to whatever isn't officially happening as possible.
Admiral: <Smiled> That's right.
Kira: Stars and Stripes assigned us a reporter. What do I do about her?
Admiral: <Sighed> I completely forgot about her. Keep her out of the stardrive section as much as you can and keep her out of Engineering. I don't care if it means restricting her to quarters.
Kira: I will have her ordered to not enter the star drive section and to see that the rule is enforced. Also we have an ex-Starfleet humanoid rights administrator. He has no current background check status whatsoever. Name is Markus Travis. What about him?
Admiral: He.....is a special case. Leave him to my security chief. He'll be keeping a close eye on him, nothing to worry about.
Kira: What about the civilian employees like the bartender and waiters?
Admiral: No special action. They're civilian so just keep them out of restricted areas as you normally would.
[Interesting ... All very interesting.]
Kira: Yes, Sir. May I ask the expected length of the mission?
Admiral: If all goes well, with absolutely no difficulties, you can expect to be in transit for about two weeks. All in all, in more than a month. If there are an problems however the mission may take up to as long as say two months. Deep space missions are traditionally a bit drawn out. <Laughed> One of the mission planners suggested that it may take little more than a few weeks. But we were a bit more conservative in our estimate.
Kira: Sir, another crew member besides Addison had a similar collapse.
Admiral: Interesting. I hadn't heard of that.
Kira: A weapon's specialist from engineering, Lt. Razhenko. She's a friend of Addison's and half Betazoid. If the problem is related to telepathy, perhaps we could replace those officers with a high psi rating as a precaution.
Admiral: <Sighed> We've already come to the same conclusion but time doesn't allow a full replacement. The extra officers we're bringing aboard are for that reason. We are attempting to get substitutes or extras for the rest. A few will come on board at DS9, but the majority will meet you at the mission. When possible, new personnel assigned to the Inveigle are rated P1 or less. Your Dr. Kayle is a good example, Alran is P3 but Kayle is P0 and was rated as having extremely strong mental barriers against probing. <Turned to the engineer> Po'lar, have you been ... affected?
Po'lar: Aside from some headaches, no.
Admiral: Betazoids are so much less disciplined than Vulcans ... I am sure you will manage fine.
[Edom couldn't help but remember the story Paxar had just told him about the Lt. Salek who had gone berserk in engineering.]
Po'lar: Yes, Sir.
Admiral: And try to conserve energy on the trip. You know, limit holodeck use, that sort of thing. You're going to be quite a bit away from any Starfleet refuelling stations.
Kira: <Made note> I'm not a holodeck fan anyway. Crew should be using their spare time studying for advancement. But we'll make sure morale is kept up.
Po'lar: Speaking of which I have sent a memo to Counciling about arranging the classes to improve Damage Control response ability. I have yet to plan a meeting.
Kira: <Made note> I will follow up on that one personally.
Admiral: Well, excellent work. Is there anything else you need?
Kira: I am unsure what I am allowed to ask, Sir. Obviously this is a high security mission. I am just trying to learn what I can to make it a success, given that this is strictly a need to know environment.
Admiral: Well, of course you have certain rights as the Captain. As long as you complete the mission you can feel free to conduct yourself and the crew however you deem necessary.
Kira: Thank you, Sir. Will your group be handling all provisioning and storage of mission equipment? Do we need to make additional storage space available?
Admiral: Just the primary Cargo bay closest to engineering. Clear out all your supplies and they will concentrate our equipment and supplies there. I would also like to restrict access to that cargo bay with the exception of my personnel. Your command staff....I would like them restricted until you arrive to your destination. Including yourself, Lt. Po'lar.
Po'lar: Understood, sir.
Kira: <Wrote notes> Primary cargo closest to engineering. How many hours until that needs to be completed?
Admiral: I want that complete by midnight. Bring in starbase personnel if you have to.
Kira: It will be done.
Kira: So the action item list is keeping the reporter and child in the saucer section, reviewing with the bartender and waiters to follow normal security authorisation procedures, telling Senna and the rest of the Command staff about the order of succession, clearing out that cargo bay by midnight and starting recall.
Admiral: Correct. I've spoke before I came aboard with a friend of yours in the Bajoran militia, General Nalan Bal. I can see his praise of you was well earned.
Kira: Thank you, Sir. We gave our best for Bajor.
Admiral: Yes. I've often felt sorry we didn't help your people. But I am a Starfleet Officer. Not my job to make Policy.
[Edom felt his anger flash. The Federation ignoring Bajor was both criminal and illogical - they could have kept the Cardassians pinned down during the Federation / Cardassian war with a minimal supply of weapons.]
Kira: You felt the Cardassians. You know what were going through.
Admiral: Yes, well, We have something in common then don't we?
Kira: That, and we're both Star Fleet.
Admiral: <Grinned> Well, Mister Po'lar you've been quite during this meeting.
Po'lar: I have little to add. Any questions I had already have been answered by security officer Carey in engineering.
Admiral: If that's it, then we'll meet again tomorrow at 1200 hours. <Stood>
Po'lar: <Stood>
Kira: <Stood> It was a pleasure, Admiral.
Admiral: I leave you to your command. Who knows, do well and you might be given full command.
Kira: Thank you, Sir. I appreciate the incentive. <Saluted>
Admiral: <Returned salute> Keep up the work. Oh, yes, and congratulations on your marriage the other day. Hope it works out for you. I've seen quite a bit of strain being put on marriages. Especially when one is under the command of another.
Kira: Thank you, Sir. We will work hard on it.
Admiral: Good. Lt. Cmd. Po'lar, Keep up the good work. I've heard nothing but praise from your superiors. <They exchanged salutes and shook hands.>
Po'lar: Thank you, Admiral. With your permission, Sirs, I have a great deal of work to do in engineering.
<The Admiral made a shooing gesture and Po'lar left.>
Admiral: I have to hurry back too. Thank you for the lunch and good coffee. See you in two days. Keep me posted on Lt. Addison.
Kira: Yes, Sir.
[Kira felt it unwise to mention that Addison was leaving the area at high warp speed.]
Edom escorted the admiral and his party back to the transporter room. That all went too nice, too neat, too agreeable, and suddenly many of the parts of the puzzle were beginning to fall into place and Edom didn't like the picture. He suddenly felt like a sacrificial animal.
Read Admiral Wesley Swift, Project Manger Commander Kira Edom, Command Officer, USS Inveigle Lt. Commander Po'lar, Chief Engineer, USS Inveigle
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Post by Jack W Clark on Dec 27, 2005 13:51:33 GMT
Taryn looked down at the results of a day's worth of hard work as she prepared for dinner. She had been researching and reading all day, not to mention taking her physical and doing McCarranβs evaluation. She felt a sense of accomplishment that made her smile. It was an awkward situation, working with her ex, but she shrugged it off. It didn't bother her. She made her way to where they'd agreed to meet.
Saint, clad in civilian clothes, (which was rare for him) leaned against a bulkhead on the Promenade. It was amazing the difference the clothes made. Not clad in the black and gray of Starfleet, with all the gold trim that was there as if to point out "Hey! I'm a flag officer!" no one gave him much more than a cursory nod. So far, he'd only had to wave off one crewman, who had been headed towards him, PADD in hand. Not bad for having stood there for ten minutes.
The CDO, however, had no problem spotting him instantly. Call it old habits or just good instinct, but it hardly was a second thought for her. "I'm proud of myself. I managed to figure out where the hell I was going."
Stephan grinned. "You mean you didn't get lost?" He chuckled. "Most impressive..." Stephan turned, and with the sleeve of his shirt rubbed a few fingerprints off the replica of the dedication plaque that hung on the bulkhead.
"Come on. I was an honor student at an Ivy League university. You know that." She rolled her eyes. "It really is good to see you again. Aside from the whole introduction."
"What is it with people and touching the plaque? I should see about rigging a force field a round it, just so we don't have t o clean it once a shift..." He turned back t o face her, his brain finally processing what she had said. "Yeah... "
"You're not listening, are you?" she quipped. "And you wonder why we broke up." This was a joke, obviously, from the smirk she was not trying to conceal.
"Well that... and I went off to the Command Academy..."
"Yeah, I didn't want to be a distraction."
"Well, as I recall, you shipped off-planet anyway..."
"Yeah, well, I didn't have any reason to stay around, and I wanted the field experience, so what the hell." She chuckled. "Don't tell me you invited me here to dissect our breakup."
Stephan chuckled. "No, I invited you here for dinner. You have two choices. I can cook, or we can try one of the restaurants."
"Well, I don't know, considering what happened the last time we were alone in a room together..." Taryn quipped.
"Refresh my memory..." Saint didn't try to hide the impish grin.
"As I recall, you spit a decent quantity of coffee all over my uniform."
"Well I wasn't expecting t o see you! You have t o admit, it WAS funny though..."
"It was funny. After I got out of the shower I was forced to take."
"Be g lad I didn't offer to wash your back..." Stephan quipped
"Somehow, I think that would violate several important rules," Taryn replied, grinning anyway. "As if that would stop you."
"It didn't before... but now there's even more of 'em. Although, I don't give a rat's [word deleted]. Hell, I just shattered the Temporal Prime Directive last week..."
"Up to the same old tricks then?" She laughed. "All of your usual or just that one?"
"SO far, just that one."
"Shall I take that as an implication that you're planning to break more?"
"Hey, you never know."
"That's right, I never do. Never knew that you were going to hit on me back then either," she pointed out.
"Heh.." Stephan grinned "I was 'ordered' to do so... I think I told you that story..."
"Refresh my memory," she said, smirking.
"Admiral Pulaski..." Stephan prompted.
"The woman I accidentally corrected in front of a room full of cadets," she supplied. "What about her?"
"Who happened to be my boss... I was actually ordered to make your life hell... yeah... look how that turned out..."
She laughed. "Good for you. Not so good for her."
Stephan shrugged. "So... restaurant or my place..." He paused. "God that sounded bad..."
Taryn laughed it off. "The fact that you're asking makes me think there's a right and a wrong answer to that question."
"Is there? You tell me, Ms Sociologist."
She smiled. "I think you want to get the hell out of here. Because as far as I recall, you hate crowds."
"Damn straight."
"Fine. I'll follow your lead then," she concurred, tossing her hair back over her shoulder. "Not like that's ever been a good idea before."
"Oh really? When was t he last time something bad happened?"
"Well, according to the rest of the world, from the moment I agreed to go out with you to the last time we woke up together. But again, I doubt either of us cares."
"The rest of the world, h mm?" Stephan found a turbo lift, and stood in front of the door, waiting for a car to arrive
"Don't tell me you didn't notice."
"Notice w hat?" The commodore deadpanned, just as the 'lift arrived.
"Hmm, maybe the occasional glare or innuendo," she quipped, stepping into the turbo lift.
"It's my life, the rest of the world can go p lay 'hide and go [word deleted] yourself'"
"Is that an invitation?" Taryn couldn't resist the quip.
"Depends on how you choose t o take it." He paused. "Deck 48." The 'lift sped upwards
She glanced over at him. Granted, she didn't know what had happened to him, but was he still interested in her? She shrugged. "I never understand how your mind works."
"I don't understand how my mind works Taryn... " Stephan quipped with a chuckle
"Well, that much is obvious." She laughed. "Shall I ask the obvious question right now and get it over with?"
"What obvious question is that?"
"Whether or not either of us is seeing anybody else."
Stephan chuckled. "Nope, I'm not. You?"
"Afraid not. Nobody truly interesting seemed to be around."
"Sounds like my problem... that and being the head honcho..."
"Command is a [word deleted]. People either hate you or hit on you, as Janet used to tell me."
Stephan chuckled. "Sounds about right... which are you doing?" He couldn't resist asking, just to mess with her mind.
"None of the above, because I know you too well."
"Damn..." he muttered under his breath, just loud enough for her to hear, as he feigned being hurt. At this point, the 'lift slowed and stopped, as the computer announced: "Deck 48. Senior Officer's quarters. "
"Were you expecting something else?" she had to ask as they exited the turbo lift.
"Of course not..." Around a corner, and through a door, they found themselves in Saint's quarters.
Taryn surveyed the room, deciding it did remind her of him after all. "You still suck at decorating, I'm obligated to remind you."
"Why bother decorating? Standard arrangement and furnishings... hasn't failed me yet."
"Because it has some expression of creativity?" she suggested.
"Bah... I have one non-standard feature... that's it..."
"Which would be...?"
"A kitchen, of course..."
"I was expecting a bad joke. Whatever." She leaned against the wall, watching him. "This has to be the most ambiguous conversation we've ever had."
"Hey, I do try harder to please..."
"Yeah, I know. If we're going to work together, we've got to cut the bullshit. Leave the past in the past or don't, but don't keep it in the room."
"Awww...shucks...you're no fun..." Stephan teased, before retreating towards the kitchen. "So what are you in the mood for?"
"Something dead and well-cooked and figuring out what's going on with us."
"'Dead and well-cooked'... that rules out gagh..."
"Poison me and die later."
"Is that a threat?" Stephan paused in front of the replicator, before punching in his selection. Raw meats and vegetables appeared, which he set on the counter, before digging for his wok in a cupboard.
"What do you think?" Taryn quipped, arching an eyebrow. "I can kick your [word deleted]."
"Bring. It. On. I'll just bust you back down to Ensign."
"And that would stop me why?"
"Good point..." Finding the wok, he set it on a burner, and added some oil, allowing it to warm up before doing anything else. "If you feel like digging, there is wine in the cabinet you're standing next to..."
"I'd think I'd want to be sober around you."
Saint was unfazed by the comment. "Then by all means, help yourself to the replicator..."
"Right." She ordered up a virgin pina colada and sipped it gently. "Wasn't this how things all started the first time?"
"I don't honestly remember... exactly..." Stephan shrugged, and deciding the pan was hot enough, dumped the plate of meat into it
"Bullshit. We slept together." She laughed. "Why is it women always remember all the details?"
"Because all men remember is the sex?" Stephan offered helpfully, stirring the pan while he spoke.
She grinned. "Do you actually remember all of it?"
"Of course not. It was seven years ago..."
"Hey, you brought it up."
"So? Like I said, even I don't know how my mind works." Stephan dumped in t he plate of varying vegetables and kept stirring
"That's fine. I'm just saying." She paused, the idea still bothering her. "Just to make me happy, you're not hitting on me now, are you?"
"Hitting on you? No, why would I? We had our thing... seven years ago."
"Because I'm getting the sense that you are."
"Well for once, Commander, y our senses are wrong." He used her rank, as if to emphasize that fact.
"Don't be a complete [word deleted]. I'm not in the mood."
"I'm not being a complete [word deleted]... I'm stating a fact..." Dumping the contents of t he wok into a bowl, he replicated some rice, and picked u p both bowls, plunking them down on the table.
She settled in. "Good to get that out of the way. I've got enough problems with grieving never-was-really-a-boyfriends on my hands."
"I'm sure I don't want to k now..."
"Sean Chase. Marian Loretta's close friend, it's speculated that he had a thing. We know each other. He called me up before I left."
Stephan nodded at the mention of his former XO, not quite knowing what to say.
"He knows how she died, but he wants me to look into it, just to be sure." She sighed. "Poor [word deleted]. Apparently never got the chance to tell her he was in love with her."
"There's not much to look into... Bridge Visual Logs show the whole thing..."
"I know. I told him that. But he's obviously [word deleted]. I don't presume to know what he's going through. And Chase was always a tough [word deleted] too."
Stephan nodded. "I can only imagine..."
"He'll move on. He doesn't have a choice."
"yeah... who does? Life goes on..."
"People handle it different ways. We'll see."
Saint nodded, sipping at a glass of water h e had replicated.
"Personally, I think he's got too much talent to quit, and I think she'd kick his [word deleted] if he tried."
"I didn't really have a chance to get to know her, but I'd agree."
"I met her once or twice. Good woman. She comes from a very good family. Her brother and I know each other."
"Did I ever mention how much I hate memorial services?"
"No. But Mark told me nobody seemed to like this one."
"I'd say that's right... should I ever drop dead, or get killed. Just stuff my body in some out of the way corner, and skip the service, OK?"
"Presuming I'm there, your request is noted."
Stephan turned his head to one side, and then the other, cracking his neck. "T hanks"
"No problem. Am I boring you?" she quipped.
"I'd be snoring if you were... So what have you been doing these past seven years?"
"Work, more hover ball, the occasional vacation, but mostly mass quantities of work and hover ball."
"You mean you took a vacation? Heh, I haven't had one since that time you and I went to Paris..."
"I ended up in the Caribbean."
"Lucky you..."
CMDR Taryn Bristow - NPC Diplomatic Officer Star base Bellicose
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Post by Jack W Clark on Dec 27, 2005 14:02:46 GMT
"Yeah, it was a lucky break."
"Me? I ended up in a war zone, then on a warship..." He laughed. "I got the warship after the war was over though."
"Nice. I just spent my time trying to stop the war."
"And I patched up the injured..." He shrugged. "Now I'm trying to keep the peace..."
"That's why you have me here."
"A fair point..."
"You damn well know it. I'm the best there is at what I do."
"The Greeks have a word for that. Hubris."
"Not when your track record proves it."
Saint shrugged. "True."
"I don't say things I can't back up, and you know that, too." Taryn shrugged. "It's been a long day, let's not get into talking about me again."
Saint chuckled grimly. "And you haven't even had to deal with Q yet... or the Dominion."
"I'm sure my time will come. Speaking of which, it's getting late. I presume."
"Late?" Saint made a showing of looking at the chronometer. "It's only 2000."
"Yeah, and you want me back working on regular time, so I've got to catch up."
Stephan nodded. "I know better than to argue with you Taryn... as I recall, you won... most o f the time."
"In all but one aspect of our relationship, and I'm not going there."
Saint chuckled grimly again. "Deal... You know, for what it's worth... I've missed you."
She nodded. "I did get used to having you around. Took me a while to shake that."
Saint shrugged. "The things we do for our careers, eh?"
"Yeah, that was pretty much my excuse."
"'Excuses are like assholes. Everyone has one, and most of them stink'" Saint chuckled. "My XO on the T-bird was fond of quipping that one."
Taryn rolled her eyes. "Uh-huh. But to answer your question, yeah, I missed you, too."
"I never asked a question."
"It was implied in that look on your face. I study people, remember?"
Saint scoffed. "Damn, you're good..."
"I've worked very hard to be, yeah." She paused. "Let me guess, you haven't seen anybody after me."
"Well, there was this little matter of a war, and being in command... but, no, I haven't."
Taryn nodded. "I could sense it."
"Sense what? And how?"
"The whole being alone thing. And that one was easy. It's not textbooks. It's just something you know. We've all been through it."
"I think Admiral Ross put it best the last time I had dinner with him. 'We're all married... to the Fleet.' He's right. It just doesn't make it any easier."
"No. That thought went through my mind the moment I realized you were my new CO."
"Did it now?"
"Yeah. It did," she said unflinchingly.
"You said it without flinching. Most impressive."
"I've never been anything less than direct. You really want to know how I knew? Because I've been there."
"'Been there, done that, got the T-shirt'?"
"Something like that. It's part of why I agreed to give Chase a hand. He and I are standing in the same place."
He nodded. "Sucks, doesn't it?"
"It does. But what the hell can you do?"
"Damned if I know. I'm a doctor, not God."
"Damn, I was going to ask you the meaning of life next." She sighed. "I suppose everyone knows about us by now, right?"
"On this station? Not bloody likely. No time to socialize. Hence, no rumor mill."
She laughed. "Good to know. No reason for them to know. It's not like we're still together."
"Yeah... Hell, it's been seven years, and no one from HQ happens to be assigned here..."
She nodded. "Yeah. It's good to know that." She smiled. "Although I will admit I hate being alone."
"Join the club Taryn... join the club."
She chuckled. "That wasn't an invitation either, was it?"
"Take it as you will."
Taryn glanced at him, "You're not asking me to stay, are you?"
"Again, take it as you will. Something I learned during the war... no regrets. You can't afford them."
She nodded. "I don't particularly want to be alone, but I'm not the kind of woman for a one-night stand."
"And the problem with that is...?"
"I want to make myself clear. That's all. If I'm sleeping with you, then I damn well expect you to be there in the morning. I've always been that way."
"Noted, and filed."
She smiled. "What are we doing here, Stephan?"
"You tell me."
She chuckled. "Do you want me to stay?"
"Do you w ant to stay?" He yet again answered a question with another question, something he'd always been good at.
"Cut the bullshit." Taryn shook her head. "I want to be here, but I don't want to be here if you don't want me here."
Saint chuckled. "Sorry, I forgot how much that particular habit of mine drove you crazy... yes, I'd like you to stay."
She nodded and leaned over and kissed him gently, figuring she was making a huge mistake, but that had never stopped her before.
Without thinking about it, Saint kissed her back, just as gently .
She smiled at him. "Brings back some memories, doesn't it?"
He chuckled. "Just a few... and it makes me wonder if I'm mad." Leaning over he kissed her again.
She kissed him back, "Well that would make me crazy." She paused. "I guess we should move to the bedroom."
CMDR Taryn Bristow - NPC Diplomatic Officer Star base Bellicose
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Post by Jack W Clark on Dec 27, 2005 15:15:08 GMT
On: [Star base Bellicose]
The food really was very good, Valdure thought to himself. The chef, whoever it was, had even prepared some Romulan dishes. His favorites in fact. Perhaps it was included in his personnel files? He would have to check up on that.
In any case, Valdure wiped his face and decided to take advantage of the enjoyment of the crew to slip quitely out of the crowd. Hopefully, a professional like Jerathei wouldn't notice his disappearance. Damn but she was a sharp one.
Valdure slipped back to his office and reached into his robes and pulled out the slip of paper that was brush-passed to him. He began reading. The message was an order from the Tal'Shiar. He recognized the way it was written.
It was written as if he was directly working for the Tal'Shiar. I was offered a job at the Tal'Shiar. I declined because of THIS. Because of THIS!
They harassed me when I was in the Imperial Navy with special missions like deliveries and taking operatives and agents out of enemy territory. That was precisely why he had joined the Diplomatic Corps. Could no citizen of the Romulan Empire escape their watchful eyes?
Valdure thought despairingly. Ever watchful, ever vigilant. He may have seniority over the Romulan 'mission' on board Star base Bellicose, but Jerathei could easily arrest him for treason because she was a Tal'Shiar agent.
Valdure sighed and continued reading. Valdure was to deliver Starfleet Communications Protocols as well as Starfleet Data-Charts every standard month.
Valdure had already ordered Jerathei about the Protocols. He decided that the Data-charts he would handle by himself.
He had no idea why the Tal'Shiar wanted such charts and protocols. The communications protocols he could understand. No doubt Starfleet had most of the Romulan Empire's communications protocols as well.
It was how the game was played between the two Intelligence agencies. The charts were the puzzling bit.
Valdure shrugged and continued reading. Instead of sending them by subspace, there would be an agent he would deliver the intelligence items to.
This agent would stand at the shop where Valdure had originally received the message.
The pass would be conducted through the classic brush pass.
Valdure finished reading the message and put it in his paper disposal system which vaporized the message. Valdure wondered if he should tell Jerathei.
It was, after all, her agency. But the message had not detailed his contacting Jerathei.
Valdure rubbed his temples. The Diplomatic Corps was at least not as dangerous as that of the Imperial Navy.
Valdure decided that he needed to trust Jerathei. It was necessary. He would inform her in due time.
Commander Salatrel Valdure -NPC Romulan Diplomat Star base Bellicose
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Post by Jack W Clark on Dec 27, 2005 15:28:07 GMT
Valdure sighed and went to his quarters. As he entered his office he was greeted by a blast of cold air. Wrapping his robe around his body he moved as quickly as he could to his quarters where he had set the temperature to 35 degrees Celsius.
Valdure approached his quarters and he walked inside. As the door opened, a blast of hot air flew out and Valdure quickly covered his face, feeling the heat through his robes.
He walked inside and took a look at the temperature console. It read 68 degrees Celsius. Valdure found it hard to breathe and through is robes off.
He glanced at the flowers next to his desk. They were dead and the water had all evaporated. The ceiling was dripping with water.
Valdure looked at the temperature console again in bewilderment and noticed that the temperature had risen to 70 degrees. His quarters, set at a high temperature must have gone in the opposite direction.
Valdure turned to go to the door but tripped over his robe and fell to the ground. His head banged against the corner of his desk. Feeling his age, Valdure found it hard to get back up and gasped.
But the only air that came in was hot air and Valdure found that he had begun to gasp for air more and more. His mechanical heart suddenly felt heavy and as if it was beating slower. [What a horrible moment for my heart to go to hell] Valdure managed to think.
He tried to grab the top of the desk but he found that he felt tired. Very tired. So...so sleepy. Can't...can't br..breathe. I... Valdure gasped trying to breathe. Desperately he slapped his comm. badge gasping, "Valdure to Sickbay. Medic...gasp....medical emergency. I...I. canβt...breathe. Can't..."
Valdure went unconscious.
Commander Salatrel Valdure -NPC Romulan Diplomat Star base Bellicose
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