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Post by Deleted on May 18, 2009 23:19:53 GMT
The following day, once all of the festivities had wound down, things were gradually beginning to return to normal. The bridge and many other places aboard were very quiet and understaffed. This was partly to be expected while docked and the crew was on shoreleave, but it was even more pronounced due to a few missing officers who’d had a bit too much fun the previous evening, most notably the Captain. This was also to be expected as much of the crew had been under a great deal of stress, especially Matt, and everyone needed to let off some steam and just let go every once in awhile. As such, Megan and those who were on duty simply overlooked the missing and attempted to fill in the gaps where needed. For the most part, this had been a simple task, but when they received a priority call, it got more complicated. “On screen,” Commander Garrett ordered before facing the Admiral in front of her.
Looking somewhat surprised at being patched through onto the bridge rather than to the ready room, the Admiral quickly recovered. “Commander Garrett, where is Captain Reynolds?” he queried. “It is imperative that I speak with him immediately.”
Keeping her face as neutral as possible, Megan replied, “I’m afraid he’s off duty, Admiral, and unavailable. As you know, the last mission was very difficult for him.”
Scrutinizing her carefully, the Admiral appeared to be debating his response before he answered. “Very well, I will speak with you then, in the ready room, Commander.”
“Yes, Sir,” Megan replied, moving toward the ready room and nodding to Lieutenant Tavik to transfer the call. She had barely made it to the chair when the image of the Admiral appeared on the smaller screen. “I apologize for the inconvenience, Sir.”
Waving her off, he got right to business. “I have the details for your next mission. You have the clearance required for this information and can pass it on to Captain Reynolds once he returns to duty. The Jefferson is being sent to meet a Romulan warbird, the S’Harien, at the Neutral Zone. Colonies near the border on both sides have been attacked in the past few months. At first, we assumed the Romulans were behind this and they assumed the same about us until it was realized we both had the same problem. You are to work with the S’Harien and her crew to determine the identities of who is behind this and then bring them into custody,” he concluded.
“Understood,” Megan replied smoothly, concealing her distaste for working with Romulans. The only thing worse than working with Romulans was Cardassians…
“I doubt I need to mention to be on alert with the Romulans. You may be working with them on this one, but they are not to be trusted, particularly the Commander they are sending. He was until recently stationed on Assailant after kidnapping and nearly killing a group of diplomats, several Vesuvius crewmembers, and civilians, including an infant. We feel very certain that they are not behind these attacks and that the attacks on their colonies are genuine. However, that does not mean they won’t use this situation to their advantage in someway, so be prepared for anything.”
“Understood,” Commander Garrett repeated, growing tenser with every minute. It had to be Romulans... “I will get us underway and update Captain Reynolds when he becomes available,” Megan added politely, and although rather unnecessarily.
Nodding once, the Admiral merely closed the channel, and Megan sighed heavily. She’d tried to cover for Matt, but it didn’t seem she’d done a particularly good job. At least her clearances had been updated… Quickly leaving the ready room, the crew on the other side appeared to be watching for her return, probably wondering what was happening. “Mr. Pride, make preparations to disengage from the base,” she ordered before turning to Ops. “Mr. Tavik, prepare to retract the umbilicals and coordinate with Engineering.” Next, she turned to tactical. “Mr. Teyno, recall all personnel from the starbase, have the base personnel recalled from the Jefferson, and cancel shoreleave rotations. Finally, Megan then contacted Engineering. “Mr. T’Ress, prepare to switch to internal power and go to Warp. Work with Lieutenant Tavik,” Commander Garrett ordered, knowing the ship to be fully repaired and ready.
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The buzz of comm calls and officers making preparations began once her orders were issued, and soon she knew that the ship would return to normal operations with fully staffed shifts. Megan also scheduled a senior staff meeting, reluctantly including Doctor van Breughel on the call. While he would not be on regular duties during this mission, she wanted him to be aware of the situation and prepared to come on duty only in situations of emergency that absolutely required his attention. Otherwise, she hoped he would be left alone for the most part during this mission. Once the message was sent, Megan began overseeing the preparations, waiting for Captain Reynolds to arrive once he was feeling up to it so she could brief him.
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Post by Deleted on May 19, 2009 4:14:34 GMT
The S’Harien was fast approaching the Neutral Zone and the border to Federation space. Everything was going as expected with no unforeseen problems arising in either the ship or the crew. Govan had stayed to himself as usual, brooding quietly in his office or quarters. There had to be a way for him to either return to his former career or somehow remove the stigma from his name in the Navy. Originally, his only goal had been to return to the Tal Shiar, but now that Echal was beginning to settle into command, his competitive nature was coming to the front along with a determination to succeed and excel as a Commander. This was no longer just a random pit-stop from his real life. This was a challenge, one he was determined to win, even if he had to kiss up to every Navy moron he met, not that he ever would.
Now as he sat in his ready room, mentally interrogating several of his superiors to prove them to be enemies of the Empire, he was disturbed. =/\=Commander, there is an incoming hail from Command,=/\= Dor'vel's voice interrupted his thoughts.
Growling under his breath in irritation, Govan barked, “Patch it through,” in reply, not looking forward to this conversation with the source of his current frustrations.
There was a long pause which left Govan glaring at a blank screen for nearly ten full seconds. =/\=Sir...the transmission will not be routed. I’m getting some sort of error message saying that it can only be routed onto the bridge’s viewscreen...=/\=
Rising from his chair, spitting out a few explicit phrases along the way, Commander Echal stormed onto the bridge glaring fully at Dor’vel. “Well...put it up,” he ordered.
This time, there was no pause before the image of a dour Romulan appeared on the screen. “Commander Echal, when you arrive at the border, the S’Harien has permission to enter the Neutral Zone. You will proceed to Sector 1039 where you will be met by the Federation starship, Jefferson. Their Captain will have further instructions for you, and you are to work with them. Try not to cause an incident.”
Feeling his face first drain of color and then begin to turn green with rage, Govan clenched his jaw and glared hard at the man before him. His superior didn’t flinch, but the gleam in his eye was unmistakable. He was enjoying this humiliation. Such an obvious affront on the bridge of his own ship was intolerable. What he’d done was announce to the S’Harien crew that Echal hadn’t been trusted and was being sent into this mission blind, receiving his orders from a Federation Captain. The Commander didn’t reply, simply kept his steely gaze fixed firmly on the man before him, someone who was quickly becoming an enemy. Instead of waiting for his reply or adding something else, the channel was merely closed, another insult.
Standing there for nearly a full minute, glaring holes into the bulkhead, Govan had never wanted to kill someone so badly. How dare they...how dare they undermine his authority like that. They wanted him to fail, wanted the S’Harien to fail...well he wasn’t about to let that happen. Fists clenched by his side, Echal wanted to punch something, had to punch something, someone. Spinning around, only to find the bridge crew all fascinated by their consoles, the Commander stormed toward the lift in the back. “You have the bridge,” he muttered in Dor’vel’s general direction, before punching the control panel, which thankfully caused the door to slide open.
The holodeck…that’s what he needed. To obliterate dozens of holographic Navy idiots with his own bare hands, that was the only solution to his current state. The only thing better would be actual living breathing enemies, but the only available options there was his own crew, and although he wouldn’t hesitate to annihilate someone who deserved it, he refused to allow the Navy to get to him like that. It was what they wanted after all, to prove him a failure, unfit for command. It was an excellent attempt on their part to make him lose control but not good enough. They would not get the best of Commander Govan Echal. He would stay in control and in command of this ship, successfully completing this mission even if it killed him.
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Post by Deleted on May 19, 2009 16:12:56 GMT
Tevio had already stopped monitoring Engineer Terrh and his staff. He had quickly grown tired with the lack of unusual activity in the engine room. Terrh Virh and his staff were all operating at standard, and while they were far from super-efficient, they were most certainly and comfortably competent.
The real turning point in the Legate's willingness to watch engineers with, effectively, an eye through a camera was when the chief turned and looked directly at where his supposedly hidden camera was. He'd watch Terrh with yes surpise and fascination, but mostly annoyance followed by sick realisation. It hadn't concerned Tevio too much that Terrh knew where this camera was, but it did make him uneasy that Terrh knew when he was watching. The engineer had out-smarted the intelligence officer. The Legate had flicked off the imaging system and just caught Terrh turning back to his work, seemingly satisfied that the surveillance had ended, before the muted-colour screen blinked to black.
Tevio supposed no harm was done in the long run, his future surveillance of Terrh would not be affected too greatly; only in terms of exlusivity of knowledge was there a change. This served to ease his concerns, at least until all four of the cameras that were situated secretly around the engine room cut out all at once.
At first, Tevio thought the sudden absence of any signal to the screens was some brief power fluctuation error. However, upon closer inspection, he realised that the signals had been destroyed at their source; meaning at the cameras themselves. Ch'varak's expression darkened infinitely, smarmy indifference descending to a feeling of cold sinking; dropping soundlessly into the abyss of a black ocean.
The fey Chief Intelligence officer opened a channel to his department. "Uhlan Mavak, status of the surveillance monitors in the engine room if you please."
"Legate," a dry voice came over the comm, "The cameras are down, a transformer has failed in the power unit connecting them. Shall I request it be fixed, Legate?"
"No, Mavak," Tevio replied, sitting back in his office seat, "I shall contact the Chief Engineer about this first. Await further instructions." He closed the channel with a definite press of the button. He debated the course of action he was about to take. Usually such a thing would be an inconsequential little action, but in these times, with the odd recent revelations the Legate had had he had to be extra careful. Still though, he would not be denied this necessary activity:
"Engine room, Subcommander Terrh Virh this is Lieutenant Tevio, respond please." The engineer answered. "I will make this quick. You are already aware of the means by which you are monitored and clearly the times at which you are watched, the question is, is this enough for you to take desperate measures? I don't know if your'e responsible for the loss of power to the surveillance systems in your engine room, Subcommander, but regardless I will be with you shortly."
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The S'Harien was progressing fast to the neutral zone. On board her, a Commander whose temperament - in Tevio and many others' opinion - was questionable to say the least, had been ordered to take instruction from a Starfleet commander, with a view to investigation of the mysterious loss of colonies.
Tevio was well aware of these troubles of course, but he had had very little to do with them. What he knew did not extend past the general updates from the Tal Diann headquarters and Naval HQ, as well as the state newsfeed broadcasts. Working with a Federation vessel had its limitations and also its frustrations, but at the same time, it may prove enlightening. Occasionally, and Tevio was loathe to admit it, the Federation had better information.. Not due to their intelligence organisations and infiltration levels obviously, but due to their much greater overt communication with other factions. If there was one disadvantage in working in the Star Empire, that was it; but then the two methods of operation were mutually exclusive.
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Post by Deleted on May 20, 2009 8:25:10 GMT
"And just when we get settled in a little, I'm called for a meeting," Nathan complained, while putting Angel back in the crib. She'd been fed and changed, and was happily waving her tiny fists in the air, trying to catch either father's attention. Freddy'd gone off to play with his friends, tired of watching his parents.
"Be glad you did get a call," Jayden replied neutrally, knowing his partner'd be aching to get back to sickbay soon enough. "Would you have appreciated it if they hadn't included you? Honeymoon or no, you do remain on call for emergencies, not trusting that EMH of yours with your patients."
"Hah!" The doctor snorted in response. "EMH indeed, malfunctioning piece of photons. I'm glad engineering is giving that thing a serious overhaul, I hope they improve it's bedside manner while they're at it. Nothing like a flesh and blood doctor to tend to you."
The Betazoid marine chuckled, sensing the Human's annoyance. "There there, no need to get wound up about it. Mind your bloodpressure love."
Nathan blinked in response. "Huh?" Ah of course, he had to bring that up, had he. "I'm calm itself," he stated, laughing as he swatted at his partner. "I'll go see what this meeting is about, you don't mind watching Angel?"
"Do I?" Jayden smiled broadly. "Finally some time to claim her for myself. The way you've been hovering over her, one might think you possessive of her."
"But I am!" Nathan's voice was briefly muffled as he pulled his shirt off over his head. "Can't blame a father, now can you? I'll see you get possessive of her, don't worry." He reached for a clean shirt and pulled it on. "I don't think I'll be long." The doctor leaned down to give his husband a kiss, grabbed his cup of tea from the table - as Jayden was rather adamant on not getting him any coffee - and walked out.
Surprisingly, he was one of the first to enter the briefingroom. Quietly, while nursing his hot tea, he took his seat and waited for the rest to arrive. After the meeting, he do down to sickbay to get a quick inventory, and leave clear orders for his staff. Then and there, he realised Jayden had been right; he was aching to get back to work.
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Post by Deleted on May 20, 2009 18:15:55 GMT
When he got the call from Ch'varak he was caught off guard, he wasn't foolish enought to mess with the intelligent officer equipment. His warning system would not interfer either it was just a warning when the one camera was in use. He still had no clue where the other 3 were hidden.
It could just be a blown circute that happend from time to time. Not to mention he just heard the were going to meet a federation ship. Just great the Commander is not going to be happy and now I got the Legate on my case. A quick scan show where a power shortage occured it was a faulty relay. Looking around he dispatch a crew men to replace it.
" Ch'avark while I wait for the pleasure of your company the power will be restored by the time you arrive. Also please remember while in my engine room not to kill anybody and Legat please remember while your here its Sub-commander Terrh"
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Post by desertpride on May 20, 2009 18:22:05 GMT
What ever was said in the message it seemed it was time to go to work, Commander Garrett seemed a little tense something told him they were going to like what ever star fleet command had them doing. With the orders given he started the procedures to leave space dock. Everybody was busy trying to get ready for what ever was about to happen.
A few moments later he was sitting in the briefing room he noticed Nathan when he entered but kept quite. He was to sure on how to act around him. There last in counter was bad but felt like he made the Doc uncomfortable and didn't want to do that again he simple nodded his head and took a seat waiting for the rest of the staff to report. What ever was happening it appeared it was going to be quick and if the last missions proved anything it was going to be dangerous.
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Post by Deleted on May 20, 2009 19:21:16 GMT
Sural was delighted, his punishment for trying to save everybody was over and he was once more allowed access to his lab. His delight was quickly placed by blind fury, nearly all his tissue cultures had been ruined. Weeks without care had led to them drying out. Months of work gone through the stupidity of his CO. Of course he feared Govan, the man was not to be trifled with but to Surals mind sometimes there were loftier goals than the Commanders small mind could grasp.
He turned his attention instead to the next problem. Tevios blood. He was certain that it warranted a closer look, but gaining access to the Intelligence officers blood would be difficult. Tevio had seen through the last time he had attempted to extract a sample. Perhaps if he was clever the up coming mission would present an opening.
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Post by Deleted on May 21, 2009 19:20:50 GMT
A small, unidentified shuttlecraft pulled up at the small outpost, neatly landing on the designated pad. It's pilot, a former Starfleet commander, stepped out when the hatch opened, immediately drawing an old and what appeared to be a battle damaged phaser. Commander Wintrow Paragon gazed left and right, his stance alert, waiting for his partner for this particular job. "I don't have all day," he snapped, "we've a schedule to keep."
"Schedules are irrelevant. Success is all that is required." the man replied as he ducked his head to exit the shuttlecraft. He too carried an old weapon. A neat phase pistol with a brace of klingon disruptors at his hips, "So... after you" he gestured with a sweep of his arm.
Paragon snorted, stepping onto the dusty path. “You know where we're going right. I mean, you know where the explosives are right. I'm but the pilot, and our way in. The rest is up to you.” He walked on at a brisk pace, towards the outpost building. It seemed deserted, but the Human knew otherwise. Intelligence reports said that there were still crew about, just not at this time of day. It was already getting hot, even at this early time of day. He checked his tricorder, then yanked the Romulan aside. “Guards,” he hissed.
"Coward" Raltorr spat as he stepped out. He discharged his phase pistol squarely into the face of the first Guard and then spun on the spot to roundhouse kick the other to the floor. He dived on him pulling out a small knife and slashing it across the mans throat. "This way" he muttered breaking into a jog, "The Tal Shiar depot is in the basement of the building up ahead. We have about two minutes before my actions alert the perimeter teams."
“In that case, perhaps we should step on it then hm?” Paragon offered a sly smile, not trusting his partner in crime for one second. He gestured with his phaser. “It's that I'm paid to work with you here, or you'd be lying dead with them.” Romulans hah! Couldn't trust them for a second. “I'm with you though, revenge is a dish best served cold isn't it? And I owe Starfleet something, for kicking me out like that.” They ran down the stone steps, knocking down two guards that met them halfway. Changing his phaser to kill, Paragon shot the bottom guard, leaving a smouldering mark on his chest. “In and out, an easy job they said. Why didn't we think of jamming them? They'd never know we were here then.” Wishful thinking, of course. “Which way?”
"Down of course" he grunted, readjusting the grip on his pistol and still read the readout on his wrist readout. He stopped at a closed door. "Here" he said, thumbing open the door switch to reveal a room full of glowing green vials. "Enough bio-toxin to kill everyone in this whole system. Now get the transporter tags on them and lets get out of here."
The former commander moved swiftly, leaving one canister unmarked. “We'll detonate that one on departure, so no-one will be able to alarm Starfleet, or your precious Empire.” The canisters disappeared on a swiftly whispered order. “I hope the antidote to this is aboard our shuttle, I wouldn't want us to get exposed to this.” They ran out the way they'd come, ducking into their shuttle. “Prepare for lift off and detonation of the canister.”
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Post by Deleted on May 21, 2009 19:37:55 GMT
Cyle looked up at the ceiling of Ten-Forward, where he had spent most of his shoreleave when he heard the call for all senior staff to report to the breifing room, and that all shoreleave would be terminated. With a sigh he left his table and his full glass of water and headed out. As he entered the hall way he bumped into the Caitian, still having not actually met and talked with him, Cyle preferred his way of referring to the commander.
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Nodding his head in a response, the marine calmly walked away and headed to the conferance room. When he arrived, he saw Nathan sitting alone, blowing on a mug, to cool its contents. Taking a seat next to him, Cyle nodded his greeting and crossed his arms, waiting.
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Post by Deleted on May 22, 2009 5:57:51 GMT
A light breeze rustled the leaves in the trees and the bushes in the lightly wooded area, as Echal kept low to the ground moving from cover to cover. The sky was a solid dark grey of thick clouds, so much so that the light from the twin suns on the other side were almost entirely obscured, giving the appearance of dusk or dawn. The air was thick with moisture, and even the wind provided no relief from either the heat or the humidity. No wildlife, whether insect, invertebrate, or larger, disturbed the dusty soil, and the towering branches were absent of any birds, all the easier to identify intruders. This was one of Govan’s favorite programs, and as he moved slowly and carefully, his senses were attuned to the sights and sounds around him.
After some debate, Govan had refrained from programming Romulan enemies. It just wouldn’t be honorable. He’d briefly debated Klingons and then Humans before finally, with a slight smirk at his own cleverness, settling on Vulcans, providing the honor of fighting the Federation but the pleasure of pretending any dispatched were the obnoxious Navy bureaucrats he currently despised at the same time. Speaking of his enemies, the distant snap of a twig snared his attention as he came to a halt behind some kind of low growing brush. All was quiet, Echal remained absolutely still, waiting, knowing his target would betray their position again soon enough. A few moments later, the rustle of leaves being passed confirmed the right direction.
Lips curling into a sneer, the Romulan began to move, virtually silent as he drifted in a crouch around obstacles, taking care to disturb as little as possible. The Vulcan he was tracking was being careful as well, but not careful enough. If the trail went quiet for more than a few seconds, Govan would pause and wait for his next clue until finally, he had not only his opponent’s position, but his direction of movement as well. Shifting his direction to match the target’s path rather than his position, the Commander began to gain speed, preparing to meet the Vulcan head on, finally crossing the last few yards at a mid-speed run, bowling his unsuspecting prey over. Caught unaware, the first target was dispatched within seconds, but Echal knew that the program would learn and adapt with each hit, so it wouldn’t stay so easy.
The second target had been stupid enough to be moving in his direction, so he’d lay in wait until the hologram was nearly on top of him and then also dispatched that Vulcan rather quickly. Two such easy victories meant the program would accelerate more quickly, and as such, the third target had actually lain in wait for him, jumping Echal from behind and grabbing him into a choke hold. The pressure against his trachea was intense, cutting off his air supply, but although strong, the hologram was not strong enough, and Govan was able to flip his opponent over his head and throw him to the ground. The Vulcan went into a roll and came up on the other side facing him directly. This was why the program was a favorite. No weapons, no groups, just man against man using their hands and strength to fight for their lives.
After five full minutes of no rules combat, a dusty, bruised Commander finally dealt the final blow, and the opponent dropped the ground. Catching his breath, Govan instinctively dropped as another Vulcan came barreling from the brush, only to trip over a now crouching Echal and much like his former counterpart roll and pop up on the other side of the clearing ready for a fight. Sneering at the composed, soulless Vulcan, he rushed forward only to miss his mark and be knocked back hard, rolling sideways to avoid the diving hologram and swinging an elbow hard into his spine.
Nevermind that Vulcans probably would never dive at an opponent like that. It was more fun this way, as the two began to tumble in a scrambling, wrestling mess in the dust and leaves. Finally, Govan had him pinned, slamming the man’s head into the ground over and over. A few more blows, and it would be over... =/\=Dor’vel to Echal,=/\= the voice of his security chief interrupted, causing the Commander to momentarily lose his concentration allowing the Vulcan to grab a rock and strike.
Now lying on his back, Govan blinked only to find the hologram standing over him, leg pulled back to deliver a kick to his ribcage. Moving fast, Echal grabbed the foot around the ankle and yanked as hard as he could, sending the target falling back to the ground. “Freeze program,” he spat before acknowledging the tactical officer with a very frustrated, “WHAT?!” while stumbling to his feet, eyes blazing with fury.
There was a brief pause before Dor’vel replied, =/\=I am sorry to disturb you, Sir, but we are receiving a distress call from a small outpost near the border. There is no message, and we can’t raise anyone on the comm. It was an automated signal that was triggered and then just went dead. We are the nearest available ship.=/\=
Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and spiting blood on the ground, Echal replied, “Set a course, maximum warp. Estimated time to arrival?” Govan inquired.
=/\=Approximately one hour thirty-five minutes,=/\= the Centurion reported evenly.
“Very well, pull up all information we have on this outpost and assemble the senior staff in the Ward Room in ten minutes,” Echal ordered before cutting the channel.
It figured just as he was having fun and beginning to vent some of his frustrations something like this would happen. Glaring at the frozen, inert Vulcan lying on the holodeck floor, Echal rounded on him and give the man several good kicks to the head, which of course didn’t do a single thing except make him feel better. Slightly appeased, Govan ended the program and headed for the exit. A quick shower and a new uniform, and the Commander would hopefully be prepared for this meeting.
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Post by Deleted on May 24, 2009 19:22:16 GMT
After contacting Matt, who still sounded a little...off...the First Officer had suggested that the Captain take a little bit more time to recover from his wedding celebrations before returning to duty. It hadn’t taken much convincing before the Commanding Officer had agreed, once Megan had assured him they were only enroute to a new destination and that the mission would not really begin until after they’d arrived. It was still a little weird to be leading the briefing without him, knowing their Captain hadn’t even been briefed yet, but there were bound to be residual effects from the previous mission, especially for Matt. Nearly losing your son could rattle anyone.
After the Jefferson had left the station headed for the Neutral Zone at warp eight, it didn’t take long for the senior staff to assemble in the briefing room, and as the final officers from the bridge joined the meeting, Megan did as well, taking a seat at the head of the table. “Captain Reynolds is taking some additional time before we arrive at the Neutral Zone, but he should be back on duty shortly,” Commander Garrett began in explanation as to Matt’s absence, before beginning the meeting.
“As most of you are probably aware, we are on our way to the Neutral Zone as we speak. Over the past few months, colonies along the border have been attacked and raided, both Federation and Romulan targets. We’ve been tasked to work with the Romulans to discover who is behind these attacks and bring them into custody. Once we arrive, we’ll cross into the Neutral Zone to meet with a warbird, the S’Harien, and begin the investigation. So far, whoever’s behind this has been very careful and clean, so we have little evidence and few leads to start out with,” Megan said.
“Now, while we are working with the Romulans during this mission, that is not to say they are to be trusted. Starfleet in convinced that their trouble with the attacks is genuine and they are not behind this, but as usual, it is imperative that we stay on alert for as long as we’re in the Neutral Zone or Romulan space, since Romulans and trouble usually tend to come hand in hand,” Megan added before continuing.
“While we’re not actually going to be on yellow or red alert the entire time, I want that type of readiness during the duration of this mission. That means keeping the Jefferson in top shape is essential. Commander T’Ress, please pass this along to your staff. We don’t want to be vulnerable on the wrong side of the Neutral Zone.”
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“Mr. Tavik, your department will work with engineering to stay on top of this. Also, while on the bridge, the Ops station will need to pay close attention to the sensors to provide early warnings to any potential trouble preventing unpleasant surprises.”
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“Commander Pride, this applies to helm as well. I want us to be ready to move at a moment’s notice should the Romulans start to cause any problems,” Megan added.
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“Mr. Teyno and Major Johnson, I want both departments ready, running drills and simulations while we’re enroute, since we’ve got enemies on two different fronts.”
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Finally, Megan turned to Nathan. “Doctor, you are still officially on leave. However, we will need you on call for emergencies. I’m sure your staff is more than capable of handling most of the day-to-day duties, and I believe I speak for them and the rest of the crew as well when I say that we will do everything possible to allow you to remain off duty as much as possible during this mission. Once you’ve made the necessary arrangements and assignments in sickbay, consider yourself relieved.”
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Glancing around the table, Commander Garrett added, “I doubt any of you likes to be in Romulan space any more than I do, so let’s just do our jobs, find the attackers, and then get out and back to Federation space as quickly as possible. Dismissed.”
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Post by desertpride on May 26, 2009 13:25:51 GMT
Listening to the briefing he started to wonder if the Jefferson ever got an easy mission. So far the ship went from one fire to another. Now they would be working with Romulans close to Romulan space. While there was no war going on between the two sides there was an uneasy truce a very fragile one to say the least.
" Understood Commander but I would use extreme caution on being prepared. If the Romulans get the impression we will turn on them this could cause problems. Sometimes we need to be the bigger person and show them we are willing to trust them. This doesn't mean we can't be ready but it might be wise to make it appear that these are standard procedures and not special ones just because there Romulan"
He hope he didn't over step but if peace was ever going to take off somebody had to make the first move. The federation always took pride in that fact he hope personal feelings were being put aside for a chance to show the romulans peace had advantages.
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Post by Deleted on May 26, 2009 20:50:48 GMT
On the verge of revealing obvious anger, Tevio was heading to the engine room. Then the Romulan whom he planned to speak with called him on his personal communicator:
" Ch'avark while I wait for the pleasure of your company the power will be restored by the time you arrive. Also please remember while in my engine room not to kill anybody and Legat please remember while your here its Sub-commander Terrh"
"Acknowledged, Subcommander." Tevio replied, "I assure you, the maintenance requirements for the faulty equipment was capable of being handled by my staff - in partial conjunction with your engineers of course."
There was no reply from Terrh; Tevio came to the conclusion that he was busying himself with the power transformer repair, perhaps so to prove a point in light of Tevio's remarks. He entered the engine room to find that the job was done, the staff that Terrh indicated to the Intel officer had been responsible for the repairs had returned to their stations.
Another intel officer arrived, Uhlan Mor'vhek, as per Tevio's request. The Legate signalled him to come over, and then whispered his instructions into Mor'vhek's ears. The Uhlan nodded and proceeded to climb the ladder to the upper level of the engine room. Tevio watched him arrive at the station of the nearest engineer to have assisted in the repairs, then he caught sight of Terrh looking.
"Is there a problem engin- I beg your pardon; Subcommander?" he asked the chief engineer. "My officer is simply ensuring that all was run safely. I trust you will not be delving too far into the workings of these cameras, or searching for their locations. I know that you know I survey you from time to time, and while this is not against regulation, you should be warned that any direct tampering with the equipment will be detected, both visually and - as you well know - by means of internal sensors."
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Tevio craned his head back and around to the upper level where Mor'vhek was continuing his work. "We will be finished momentarily, Subcommander," Tevio told Terrh neutrally. The Legate walked further into the engine room as if the place was his own, much to the irritation of several of the engineers he passed. "If there is no problem, Subcommander, I would like your department to pass on a report to the Intelligence department on the conduct of your staff." Tevio made it sound like a trivial thing.
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A while later, the staff were called to the Ward room, presumably for some briefing - reports from the ship routed through the intel department had told Ch'varak that there had been an incident at yet another of the border colonies.
He entered the room, and was surprised to find Doctor Sural Taranek already present, and the only one at that; this was the one Romulan he'd been holding off having to see; his new mysterious orders to avoid crew contact had worked on the whole, but recently he had had to converse with Terrh Virh, and he would doubtless have to relate with Echal at some point... Sural was the one officer whom he didn't have any reason to see. Unfortunately the situation was forced upon him.
Sural eyed Tevio as the Legate took his seat. This odd non-verbal exchange continued for approximately thirty seconds before Sural opened his mouth to speak to him. At that point Govan Echal entered and Sural instantly closed his mouth; both senior staff members stood with the Commander's presence in a show of slow and tired procession.
Tevio was curious, and also troubled. It was very unlikely that he'd be able to avoid Sural when the meeting concluded, thus he would be bracing himself for whatever foul prattle the physician wished to spew at him.
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Post by Deleted on May 26, 2009 22:02:49 GMT
Ch'varak always made him feel uneasy he didn't like him in the engine room one bit. The fact he had someone double checking his work was bugging him more and more. Then to be lectured by him about messing with the internal camera's
" Ch'avark you don't need to lecture me about regulations, I know them quite well. I have no intention of messing with your stupid camera's if it keeps you out of my engine room you can install more if you like. Futher more Ch'avark if I were you I would check the records of this ships construction I have been with ship since it was just a drawing, I know ever inch of this SHIP. I know where ever one of your camera's I ran the cabling to them myself. " of course he was bluffing but he figured if it had Ch'avark department wasting time moving them to new locations it was worth it.
The last part caught him off guard report on the conduct of his staff, this was not setting well with him. " Ch'avark unless that order comes from Commander Echal that will not happen you are over stepping your self. As you have stated you have your camera's countless listening devices the ships internal senors. You have more access to anything that deals with spying on this ship then I do. You also have your staff which is trained in knowing what to report."
" I'm not going to be your spy Lieutenant futher more have I no desire to mess with your Camera's or anything else that involves your department. Myself and my department will do there jobs although if you feel thats not enough by all means go to the Commander. I'm sure he would love to hear your little problem while he are heading to meet a federtaion ship."
" Now if you will excuse Me Ch'avark I have a ship that needs to be battle ready before we arrive. Oh Ch'avark that doesn't mean she's not right now either I'm just making sure that if needed I can draw power from other systems to boost weapons power. Might have to draw that from the cameras good day Ch'avark"
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Post by Matthew Reynolds on May 27, 2009 0:20:13 GMT
It was not everyday that a captain of a Starfleet vessel made a complete fool of himself. Even though Matt would have to carry this shame with him, he was grateful that his crew were gracious enough to stay as quiet as possible and avert thier eyes as he walked towards the bridge. Once he walked in he saw that the entire senior staff was not present and realised that the Jefferson must have received their orders already. Knowing that Megan was on top of things calmed Matt down a little, but he did feel that he had let his crew down a little bit.
"Monica, I'll be in my ready room reading up on the mission briefing, please tell Commander Garrett that I would like to speak to her after the mission briefing is over," Matt said as he quickly made it into his office. Once he was safely in his office, Matt took another breath and tried to relax. He knew perfectly well that no one was perfect especially Starfleet captains but for some reason, Matt felt that this was different.
"Computer download all the information concerning the latest mission assigned to the USS Jefferson by Starfleet Command," Matt said as he replicated some strong coffee.
"Download complete"
It took all his will power to not spit out the hot coffee as he read the first sentences in the orders. It was very well known that the Jefferson had many run ins with the Romulans. In fact the last time the Jefferson saw the Romulans, it was destroying one of thier fleets.
"Computer, download all information on the crew of the Romulan warbird, S'Harien," Matt said," access all classified information available."
Even with his security clearance, Matt was dissapointed with the information that he was able to access. He would have to decide on them once he met them, which according to the computer would be in a matter of hours.
"Alright for now, I wait," Matt said outloud as he took the information and tried to take it all in.
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Post by Deleted on May 27, 2009 19:47:00 GMT
Commander Paragon smirked at his Romulan companion, pointing at the sensor display, while their shuttlecraft sped out of the system. "All dead," he reported, "the biotoxing works just fine. I told you it had the yield I predicted it would have. And the Romulans on that outpost succumbed to it rather swift too, don't you think?"
He glanced at the navigational charts he had displayed on a padd, then jabbed a slender finger at a small system. "It's got a Federation colony. Loads of different species to observe. We should test our toxin on them as well, to yield as much casualties and data as we can. I promise you, our two governments will be at war soon enough and we'll have our revenge on both of them."
Wintrow eyed Raltorr suspiciously. "What'd they wrong you with anyway? Taken your command from you? Killed your family? It doesn't take much to anger a Romulan.." He smirked again, jabbing his finger at the Romulan. "You're no different."
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“Doctor, you are still officially on leave. However, we will need you on call for emergencies. I’m sure your staff is more than capable of handling most of the day-to-day duties, and I believe I speak for them and the rest of the crew as well when I say that we will do everything possible to allow you to remain off duty as much as possible during this mission. Once you’ve made the necessary arrangements and assignments in sickbay, consider yourself relieved.”
"I am available when I'm needed commander," Nathan promised, "and Jayden understands he needs to share me with my patients from time to time. I honestly don't mind being on duty, you know that better than anyone." He cast her a meaningful and slightly annoyed look, knowing that she understood his underlying meaning.
When everyone filed out, Nathan touched Megan's arm to get her attention. "My brother is an ambassador in the empire, how much will this joint venture endanger him? I know he was once held hostage, his daughter nearly killed. I don't know the finer details, and I don't think I even ever want to find out. However I do believe I'm entitled to know whether my family is at risk."
The Human doctor sighed. "You won't have to worry about me having any animosity towards Romulans. I've long since forgiven Jombis, as he was only a tool in a greater cause. And I've no qualms about Romulans in general either. My sister in law is one, and I love her dearly."
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Post by Deleted on May 28, 2009 3:13:09 GMT
Cleaned up and slightly calmed down for his earlier fury, Govan was all business as he entered the Ward Room and took in the atmosphere. It was tense, which was to be expected, but the source of the tension was…interesting to say the least. A brooding and furious looking engineer sat on one side of the table, and while Terrh wasn’t generally the type to let things get to him, clearly someone had, and by his darted, glaring glances, the source of his antagonism seemed to be the Intelligence Officer. Tevio was also tense but didn’t look angry, more suspicious, and his target was none other than the medical chief, who was glancing right back in the Legate’s direction with a more curious, thoughtful look rather than either angry or suspicious.
While the Commander didn’t really care how the crew felt about each other or what their own little personal squabbles were, he still made note of what he observed as it might become useful later. You never knew when a small, seemingly unimportant fact suddenly provided an unexpected advantage. Dor’vel had the bridge, and so he followed Govan into the room taking a seat next to him. “We’ve received a distress call from a nearby outpost and are now underway to offer assistance,” Echal began unceremoniously. “We don’t know what we’re facing, as it was just an automated signal, which was quickly terminated, and now no one is responding to our hails.” Glancing at the Centurion, he asked, “What were you able to learn about the outpost?”
“Its designation is Outpost 9375. It appears to be merely a small supply base with no additional information provided. I can find no record of personnel assigned there or the supplies in storage. Any attempt to retrieve more information was blocked.”
Govan recognized the outpost number and the limited information as an indication of a secret Tal Shiar outpost but knew little more than that. It could be training or research facility, a stockpile of weapons or supplies, or an espionage center, which would make sense given its proximity to Federation space, but there was no way to know for sure until they got there. “What do the sensors show?” Echal queried.
“Very little,” Dor’vel replied. “I can’t even confirm there is an outpost there just with the sensors. We are detecting a strange kind of interference where the records do indicate the outpost is located. There are no lifesigns but the interference may be masking them. The interference almost appears to be biological in nature,” he added.
“Bring up the sensor readings,” Govan ordered, not even waiting for Dor’vel to do so before turning to Sural. “Doctor, take a look. Do you recognize the signature?”
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“I want to be prepared for every contingency. Dor’vel, Virh, Sural, arrange an away team just in case there are survivors. Doctor, make all the necessary precautions for the safety of the team and prepare sickbay for casualties. Terrh, see if you can clean up the sensor resolution to give us a better picture of what may be down there.”
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Glancing at Tevio, the Commander was tempted to just ignore the man, give him nothing to do but continue to spy on the crew, but it was often better to keep the Legate busy helping with the mission or working on trivial things to protect the crew.
“Ch’varak, pull up any records of recent, similar attacks in this region. Perhaps this is part of a larger pattern,” Echal ordered, wondering if maybe this turned into an important mission, it might just get him out of having to work with the Federation.
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Post by Deleted on May 29, 2009 3:16:51 GMT
Following the briefing, Megan was moving to leave when Nathan touched her arm to hold her back. "My brother is an Ambassador in the empire. How much will this joint venture endanger him? I know he was once held hostage, his daughter nearly killed. I don't know the finer details, and I don't think I even ever want to find out. However, I do believe I'm entitled to know whether my family is at risk,” he insisted.
“As I recall, your brother is stationed on Romulus?” Megan questioned. “As long as he is not stationed in colonies or outposts along the border, I don’t believe this situation will affect him. Obviously, if the Federation and Empire were to descend into war, it would, but I don’t see that as a likely outcome. This time, our primary enemy lies elsewhere and for them as well. I wouldn’t worry,” she reassured him.
"You won't have to worry about me having any animosity towards Romulans. I've long since forgiven Jombis, as he was only a tool in a greater cause. And I've no qualms about Romulans in general either. My sister in law is one, and I love her dearly."
Megan almost wished she could say the same, but her feelings against Romulans were deep. They were the only entity more hated in her household growing up by her father than the Federation. They had directly killed her grandparents after all, and those feelings had strengthened as a result her of own personal experiences. “I trust your objectivity,” Commander Garrett replied diplomatically, skirting her own issues in favor for directly addressing his assurances. “Besides, any contact you would likely have with them is in a medical capacity, and I know your dedication.”
After exiting the briefing room, the First Officer was informed that Captain Reynolds was in his ready room and had asked to speak with her when she was available. Nodding in acknowledgement of this information, Megan crossed the bridge and requested permission to enter, which was granted a few moments later when the door slid open. Coming to stop on the other side of the desk, hands folded behind her back, she faced the Captain. “You wished to speak with me, Sir?” she asked.
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Post by Deleted on May 29, 2009 13:19:07 GMT
He sat through Commander Echal briefing he was still steaming about the encounter with Ch'avark. He needed to put those feelings aside and direct his energy to what Commander Echal wanted. An outpost he didn't remember seeing any listed not strange considering how the empire guarded its secerts.
Listening and ignoring his feelings for Ch'avark it would take some time to clean up the sensor readings but it might go faster if he had more information. " Commander my job would go faster if I knew the security level for the out post. I dont need to know what its function is or what they did. I just need to know the level of importance the empire placed on the out post. Knowing this will elminate some of the work and give me an idea on what jamming devices they might have used"
He waited for everybody to leave the briefing room more so Ch'avark he wanted a word with the commander. Not so much a word but since Ch'avark and really pushed his buttons he wanted to return the favor. As everybody left " Commander Echal a word if you wouldn't mind"
He waited until he was given permision to speak " Commander Echal What ever was done at this base was very importan to the empire the amount of interfernce is beyound normal security protocals. I suggest that we use a little more caution then normal, I suspect that base is more of a research then spying. Also I would like you to take this"
He handed the commander a silver disk which could blend in to his uniform he already had activated it when Ch'avark left to keep the conversation quite and the cameras on a loop.
" This will block Ch'avark internal senors listening devices and camera's it puts them on a loop. Walk into any room or section the the ship wait 1 minute and activate it. It records one minute of image and sound and plays it on a loop. This is not get on your good side or gain favor with you Commander in trueth its to get back Ch'avark. I myself can not use it because it would cause me problems with Ch'avark and to be honest I have nothing to hide. I"m not impiling you do Commander but it would drive Ch'avark nuts not ever really know what your doing and thats what I'm after. He will not get the information from me how to get around it not with out having to ask you first"
He waited for the commander to either take the device or throw him out an air lock. He really didn't care Ch'avark had crossed the line when he asked him to spy on his own staff. He wanted to get back at him and this was the only safe way of doing so.
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Post by Deleted on May 29, 2009 16:22:48 GMT
Sural cursed quietly as Govan began the briefing forestalling any conversation he may have wanted with Tevio.
Realising his mind was wandering Sural returned it to the matter in hand
Sural gazed at the information scrolling across the screen,
"Its something I am familiar with. The chemical markers indicate it as a bio agent. One I know a Dr Toliok was working on at the Valderez Research Station. Horrible man, but quite brilliant."
He noticed Govan staring at him with undisguised hatred,
"Yes well." Sural quickly continued, "He was working on a Neurolytic compound that could be used to disable people via a complete shutdown of their nervous system. Unfortunately for him, it never worked, he failed to synthesis anything that wasn't lethal. What ever he tried the acted on the Autonomic System and effectively turned off the brain."
"I very much doubt there will be survivors" Sural countered, "And I wouldn't like to risk any of my medical staff until it has bee checked out. Any lucky survivors could be beamed directly to sickbay. I would suggest a science team to collect a secure sample so I can look at a way to create an anti-toxin. Perhaps Mr Chvarak could assist in that? I suggest all away team members go in full hazmat."
Sural was determined not to go on this wild goose chase. He had worked with any number of bio agents and pathogens in his lab and knew there was little hope for anyone still down there. He was more concerned with obtaining a safe sample and adding it to his collection and trialling its uses in his research.
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Post by Deleted on May 29, 2009 17:22:42 GMT
OOC: Back post for Terrh first
IC: "Any power usage diverted from the camera systems will be logged and acted upon," Tevio told Terrh in a harsh tone, as he pivoted on his heel and walking from the engine room. Mor'vhek finished his interrogating checks on the staff who conducted the camera repair and followed his Legate out.
"Make your way to the main department, I will meet with you there after the commander's meeting." Tevio told Mor'vhek after the engine room door hissed shut. Mor'vhek nodded and made his way from the scene.
In the briefing:
Tevio was not expecting to receive any orders from the Commander, thus he was surprised when his rarely used - except by Terrh - secondary family name was used and orders were given.
"Ch'varak, pull up any records of recent, similar attacks in this region. Perhaps this is part of a larger pattern."
Tevio already had information at hand for Govan Echal, although his record search had not gone into great depths as of yet, it would do now that he had been ordered to pursue it in a standard level Naval capacity. "Regular updates from command have already informed me that there is a larger pattern," he said to Echal. "A limited number of colonies and outposts have fallen out of contact with the rest of the Star Empire in recent days.
"This may well be the latest incident, indications thus far have pointed to attacks by outside forces but there have been no contacts, nor direct evidence of any kind as of yet that would point to hostile interstellar craft."
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With the aim of continuing study into these problems, Tevio headed back to the department, and of course he had the secondary objective - which was primary when it came to his personal concern - to meet with Mor'vhek.
"Uhlan." He got the junior intel officer's attention as he entered. "What did you obtain from the repair engineers, can they be trusted and do they know more than they should?"
Mor'vhek took a breath and nodded, as he put his datapad he'd been studying down on a desk. "They can be trusted, Legate. That is the impression I got from them. I don't think any would hold ulterior motive, now that they know the location or at least schematics of the wiring system that links the surveillance ports."
"You are inexperienced, Uhlan, but I am willing to categorise your judgement as trustworthy for the initial assessment. Annoyingly, that engineer Terrh has declined to produce a conduct report for his staff. He attempted to accuse me of asking him to spy on them."
Mor'vhek smirked at Tevio's revealing of this, and the Legate could see that this Uhlan was indeed a worthy officer. "It's of no matter, Legate; I will find all the information you need, if you allow me to conduct the secondary assessment?" Tevio was nodding, raising his eyebrow at the Uhlan with an approving leer.
He could now concentrate on the outpost research, and he was especially interested in studying the ship's own objective intensively.
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Post by Deleted on May 30, 2009 18:39:52 GMT
A post by Commander J'Varr T'Ress, which was mistakenly posted to Olympia's mission thread:
“Mr. Pride, make preparations to disengage from the base,” she ordered before turning to Ops. “Mr. Tavik, prepare to retract the umbilicals and coordinate with Engineering.” Next, she turned to tactical. “Mr. Teyno, recall all personnel from the starbase, have the base personnel recalled from the Jefferson, and cancel shoreleave rotations. Finally, Megan then contacted Engineering. “Mr. T’Ress, prepare to switch to internal power and go to Warp. Work with Lieutenant Tavik,”
J’Varr T’Ress bowed forwards slightly, nodding as he did so in a relatively inhuman fashion that seemed to match his character all too well. Sighing carefully, he started to leave the room and began to formulate a ‘plan of attack’ in his mind as his foot-paws, snug in the boots that he did not wish to wear, and quite mindful of the fact that he was wearing them. After all, many other Caitians in Starfleet had been allowed to go without them. It was somewhat of a tradition.
When Lieutenant M’Ress served aboard the USS Enterprise, NCC-1701, it was without boots he thought, and she was a relatively large ‘celebrity’ in the whole Starfleet mythos.
Moving finally to his destination, the console that he was required to go to, he looked down at it. Oddly, for once, he actually decided to use the retractable seat that had fit under the Bridge Engineering console instead of simply standing. Looking as his paws actuated the controls that released the console’s accommodations, he finally reclined upon the dark cushion as his eyes were alit with the display.
His paws tapped over the controls as he set the power and monitored the levels of the warp core from his remote. All had, apparently, seemed well and it did not seem as though any problem were going to occur.
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“While we’re not actually going to be on yellow or red alert the entire time, I want that type of readiness during the duration of this mission. That means keeping the Jefferson in top shape is essential. Commander T’Ress, please pass this along to your staff. We don’t want to be vulnerable on the wrong side of the Neutral Zone.”
Commander T’ress arose and nodded to her before he actually retook his seat in a strange manner. It could actually have indicated, especially considering the fact that his tail seemed to be rather rigid and alert, as though it had its own tensed mind. Nodding once again from his seat, he started to move back to the console, tapping several motion orders.
“I will issue a certain form of my own alert status, and have a typographical alert from all stations down there. That is the best I can do, considering things the way they are, without being on anything but Running Condition Green, murr. I trust my crew though. I hope you understand that I will not be treating them as meer children.” It would seem, from that comment, that he was trying to prove his own readiness to the one whom had asked him for such things in the first place. “Once I am done with the power transfers, murr, I will head down to Engineering. Unless, of course, you had something else? I do not wish to be of any disservice to you.” This willingness, itself, however was a common aspect of Caitian behavior.
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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2009 2:57:30 GMT
After examining the sensor readings, Sural replied. "It is something I am familiar with. The chemical markers indicate it as a bio agent. One I know a Dr. Toliok was working on at the Valderez Research Station. A horrible man, but quite brilliant..."
There were few people that Govan hated more than doctors who experimented on innocent, unsuspecting civilians, usually those in unfortunately circumstances, but Govan managed to hold his tongue as Sural noticed his expression and continued. "Yes well...he was working on a Neurolytic compound that could be used to disable people via a complete shutdown of their nervous system. Unfortunately for him, it never worked. He failed to synthesis anything that wasn't lethal. Whatever he tried the acted on the Autonomic System and effectively turned off the brain," he stated.
Ignoring his growing anger, Echal moved on, issuing his orders to Sural and Terrh.
"I very much doubt there will be survivors," Sural quickly interjected, his distaste for being on the away team obvious. "And I wouldn't like to risk any of my medical staff until it has been checked out. Any lucky survivors could be beamed directly to sickbay. I would suggest a science team to collect a secure sample so I can look at a way to create an anti-toxin. Perhaps Mr. Ch’varak could assist in that? I suggest all away team members go in full hazmat," the doctor provided as his conclusion.
Whether this was actually the case or not, Commander Echal perceived his tone as extremely whiny and a typical research doctor...perfectly willing to destroy the lives of those they experimented on but unwilling to clean up the mess they left…Gritting his teeth and working very hard to control his temper, Govan instead simply replied, “Make the necessary preparations, Doctor,” Echal spat in Sural’s direction.
Seemingly unaware of the tension, the engineer jumped in to reply to his orders as well. "Commander, my job would go faster if I knew the security level for the outpost. I don’t need to know what its function is or what they did. I just need to know the level of importance the empire placed on the out post. Knowing this will eliminate some of the work and give me an idea on what jamming devices they might use."
“Just assume they’re using the best then,” Echal snapped irritably, still seething at Sural’s perceived arrogance, before issuing his orders to the Intelligence Officer.
"Regular updates from command have already informed me that there is a larger pattern,” Tevio replied instantly, also seemingly oblivious to the tension in the room and Echal’s underhanded intentions at giving him a job. "A limited number of colonies and outposts have fallen out of contact with the rest of the Empire in recent days. This may well be the latest incident, indications thus far have pointed to attacks by outside forces, but there have been no contacts, nor direct evidence of any kind as of yet that would point to hostile interstellar craft," the Legate provided informatively.
Now growing just generally irritable for various reasons, Govan glowered moodily before barking, “Gather all information on these attacks. I want your report on my desk promptly.” Wanting very much to break something, he snapped, “Dismissed.”
Govan was furious... How was it that so many of the doctors he had encountered in his lifetime were more concerned with research and results than with lives. And how come Tevio knew about these attacks, and he didn’t? He was so fed up with...
"Commander Echal, a word if you wouldn't mind,” Terrh’s voice cut short his inner monologue, causing Govan to glare at the only available target to vent his frustrations.
Wondering if the man had some sort of death wish, Echal spun on him. ‘What!?!”
Apparently the engineer was accustomed to Govan’s moods, as Terrh barely even paused before continuing. “Commander Echal, whatever was done at this base is very important to the Empire. The amount of interference is beyond normal security protocols. I suggest we use a little more caution then normal. I suspect that base is more of a research then spying. Also I would like you to take this," Terrh added.
The Commander had been about to take the engineer’s head off, wasting his time with stupid, obvious suggestions when he was already irritated, but when a small disk was suddenly handed to him, his attention was drawn; thus Terrh was spared.
"This will block Ch'varak’s internal sensors, listening devices, and cameras. It puts them on a loop. Walk into any room or section on the ship, wait one minute, and activate it. It records one minute of image and sound, then plays it on a loop. This is not to get on your good side or gain favor with you, Commander. In truth, it’s to get back at Ch'varak. I myself cannot use it because it would cause me problems with Ch'varak, and to be honest, I have nothing to hide. I’m not implying that you do, Commander, but it would drive Ch'varak nuts not ever really knowing what you’re doing, and that’s what I'm after. He will not get the information from me how to get around it, not without having to ask you first,” the engineer babbled, though Echal only half paid attention to most of it, as his eyes were now focused on this device.
Irritation gradually beginning to fade into fascination and amusement, Govan’s lips curled up into a sneer. To be able to confound Tevio and to not be watched every waking minute was certainly a bonus. Terrh had to be the biggest Romulan suck-up ever, and although normally those were the types Echal would enjoy pummeling, he was finding that when in command, they were actually rather useful, whether in the Engine Room with Terrh or on the bridge with Dor’vel, although the security chief was more loyal. Yes, Virh could be annoying, but useful...very, very useful...
“Very clever,” Govan murmured, more to himself than to Terrh before realizing he had practically complimented the engineer and changed the subject. “Get sensor resolution improved and clean up the sensor records from the outpost,” he ordered composing his face into a more stoic visage than the delighted smirk from before.
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OOC: There, I think I replied to everything. Lol.
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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2009 6:57:11 GMT
OOC: I'm very sorry; I do not know how that happened. I am very grateful for you rescuing my post. Thank you very much.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2009 19:44:50 GMT
Relieved to know that his only contact with the Romulans would be in the medical capacity, Nathan returned to sickbay to prepare his staff for possible injuries. His pathology lab would also be prepped, for the worst case scenario's. The only virologist on his staff, a woman around his own age named Linda Delano, was also prepared for action. Nathan knew she was aching for some action, having been cooped up in her lab just studying the common cold, trying to be the first one to come up with a real cure.
Benignely, he patted her on the shoulder, then gestured to her microscope and cultures. "Just be the best prepared you can be Linda," he told her, a slight smile on his face. "You know where to find me if you have any papers you want submitted." When she reached for a PADD, he held up his hand. "When all this is over," he added gently.
Rolling his eyes, he walked away, keenly aware that he was missing his father's helping hand already. Then he tapped his combadge. "Captain, I forgot to ask...is the name of the Romulan physician known?"
"Yes, his name is Doctor Sural," Matt said pleased to know that if a medical emergency occured his Chief Medical Officer was ready to work," I'm trying to gather all available information on him and once we have it, you'll have it as well."
He nodded in response. "Understood captain, I shall await further information. Meanwhile, sickbay reports ready. If I'm needed, I shall be in my quarters, as ordered."
"Don't overdue yourself. Remember that you are still on your honeymoon. I know it's not what you would call a five star resort, but we couldn't spare either of you and I'm truly sorry for that Nathan," Matt said hoping that his friend and doctor would be able to truly enjoy a real honeymoon with his husband.
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