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Post by Deleted on Jul 1, 2009 14:05:23 GMT
He wasn't to sure what to make of everything so far he had assisted Ch'avark as much as possible and made a point of trying to stay out of his way. He could have programed a back door into his computer but thought better of it. Right now he didn't like Ch'avark and the last thing he needed was to make a dangerous enemy and left things be. Besides it would be a matter of time before they would discover anything and the reward was not worth the risk.
He headed back to his station and started studying the readings he was getting from the Jefferson. The ship was more then a match for them and this didn't sit well with him he quickly did some adjustments to the energy out puts to confuse the Jefferson scan to make it appear there war bird was carrying more weapons then believed. Before starting the program he called the bridge to get permission first.
The Last thing he needed was to make the Commander Mad. But the idea of making the ship look more powerful then it was to the Jefferson could give the Commander an endge if something happened.
" Commander Echal I would like to in crease power out put to certain systems to make us appear to the Jefferson that we more powerful then we are. The Jefferson is one of the newest ships and pound for pound she out guns a little. Not that this would be a concern I believe would could take them but I would like to keep them guessing about our abilities"
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Post by desertpride on Jul 1, 2009 14:25:21 GMT
As he was studying the down load he started noticing the scans, It appeared new senors were installed that nobody was aware of. It wasn't no big deal all somebody did was try to increase the coverage but who ever beamed down didn't know this. From the read outs there were at least 2 but there could have been more. He also noticed a small ship had entered the system and did everything possible to hid its trail they very nearly pulled it off. The ion trail was very faint and could have been over looked.
"Commander Garrett from the readings so far looks like our visitors didn't know that somebody had installed more sensors to increase the coverage. They avoided most of the internal sensors but were picked up by the new ones briefly. I can't be sure if there was more then two but I have to life signs one is Romulan the other human. I can't do any better then that maybe somebody on the Jefferson could clean it up a little more and see what they make of it"
Some things stil bothered him why was this out post so close to the border " Commander why is this out post so close to the border. It doesn't make sense to put a research station so close to enemy listening devices and possible threats" <Tag Garret>
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Post by Deleted on Jul 3, 2009 18:30:53 GMT
Time to pass like an altered state once Sural was engrossed in such an intriguing mystery. The bio toxin was a lethal concoction deadly to what he quickly realised was mainly Human and Romulan physiology's.
This had initially baffled sural but on sequencing the genome fully he realised that the toxin was in fact poisonous but not deadly to most humanoid lifeforms, however several markers in the DNA had activated genes that turned the toxin produced by the plant into a deadly toxin against Human and Vulcans. It appeared the Tal Shiar had engineered the toxin to be used against the Federation.
It occured to Sural that with a little work he could alter the genome to effect other races and perhaps even engineer out the danger to any Romulan. As to a cure well that was simple - don't get infected.
He mused awhile longer about this fact. Govan expected a cure and nothing less, the fact that it seemed unlikely would be irrelvant to the philistine commander. What he needed was a way to get out from under the commanders feet, redirect the toxin into something he could use personally. A smile slid across his face as a solution arrived. He taped his comm badge.
"Sural to Bridge"
"Bridge"
"How long till we rendezvous with the Jefferson"
"Less than 5 minutes" the reply came. Sural nodded,
He tapped his com unit again.
"Sural to Govan."
"What is it Doctor?" came a growl
"I m making some progress on the toxin and think greater progress could be made if I liase closely with the Starfleet Doctor. It is after all synthesised from a Bajoran species. Their database is going to be more comprehensive than ours on that topic. I doubt that they will allows us direct DB interlinks so I propose I go aboard?"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 3, 2009 19:42:36 GMT
It felt strange being in Federation space again. Only this time, he wasn’t under cover of cloak on a mission, nor in a weird quasi-diplomatic capacity on Starbase Assailant. No, this time he was the Commander of a Navy Romulan warbird, and somehow, it felt very different. Asking permission to cross the border…it was just ridiculous. Announcing to your enemy what move you would be making seemed very counter-productive. Honestly, it was like no one in the Navy knew what they were doing…
He had received the rest of the sensor images retrieved from the outpost by Terrh and the Legate, and unfortunately, there was little of interest or use besides already uncovered records of the vessel’s ion trail from the probe. This was to be expected considering the outpost was a Tal Shiar facility, but Govan was hopeful Riev would come through with much more pertinent data from the outpost itself once security protocols and data encryptions employed by the Tal Shiar were no longer an issue.
There were nearing the coordinates provided when Govan received a transmission, causing his eyes to light up when he couldn’t initially identify the source. It had to be Riev. Without bothering to speak to anyone, he headed to his ready room to see what the information technician had managed to appropriate. Once accessed, he was rather disappointed with how little information was available. With the level of defenses and security protocols the Tal Shiar implemented, it was shocking how well the attackers had managed to avoid detection. Clearly they were familiar with Tal Shiar systems, too familiar. There was no data on the vessel they used, nor a clear image of anyone out of place. All they had was a vague sensor record of two lifesigns, and in fact, no further details than that. It was infuriatingly little to go on.
Glaring at the console for a few moments, the Commander forwarded what he had to the Chief Engineer’s console in the Engine Room for Terrh to take a look at when he got a moment. It didn’t look like he’d be able to get much more from the actual records themselves, but perhaps the Sub-Commander could determine how they had gotten around the security systems, which might yield a clue into their identity.
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Frustrated and disheartened, Govan stalked back onto the bridge and retook his chair. In less than half an hour, they would arrive at...some Federation planet and he would have to deal with the Jefferson’s Captain. The Commander was far from looking forward to it, but the sooner they got there then the sooner it would be over.
=/\=Commander Echal, I would like to increase power output to certain systems to make us appear to the Jefferson that we are more powerful then we are. The Jefferson is one of the newest ships and pound for pound, she out guns us a little. Not that this would be a concern, I believe would could take them, but I would like to keep them guessing about our abilities,=/\= the engineer requested much to Govan’s delight.
“Permission granted,” Echal replied simply, masking his appreciation at the useful nature of Terrh’s contribution before cutting the channel and smirking in satisfaction. As annoying as the Sub-Commander could be, he was certainly a valuable asset.
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Once the channel closed, Govan realized he should have mentioned the sensor records he’d sent but decided it didn’t matter. Terrh would get to them eventually, and Echal wasn’t about to reinitiate communication mere seconds after severing it.
Beginning to grow somewhat anxious, for lack of a better word, the closer they got to the rendezvous, Govan was debating pacing when the turbolift doors opened and deposited the Chief Intelligence Officer onto the bridge. Far from happy to see the Legate, especially as a Tal Diann observer to his interactions with the Federation, instead of either coming up with some sort of excuse for Tevio to be sent elsewhere or ignoring him altogether, Echal simply barked, “Report,” in his general direction.
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The brief report was interrupted, though seemingly very near the end, by the voice of Doctor Sural inquiring as to the estimated time to rendezvous with the Jefferson. Looking over his shoulder at Dor’vel, who had the sense to reply in Echal’s stead, Govan sighed in irritation and was about to reply to the Legate when yet another hail from the medical officer, this time specifically for the Commander, interrupted.
“What is it, Doctor?” Govan snapped in exasperation, nearly ready to throttle him.
=/\=I’m making some progress on the toxin and think greater progress could be made if I liaise closely with the Starfleet Doctor. It is after all synthesized from a Bajoran species. Their database is going to be more comprehensive than ours on that topic. I doubt that they will allows us direct DB interlinks, so I propose I go aboard?=/\=
This question took Govan somewhat off guard, and his initial reaction was to deny it, but unfortunately, the doctor did make sense. Besides, what did he care if Sural ended up prisoner to the Federation, as long as he didn’t talk of course, because then Echal would have the pleasure of killing him, which wasn’t such a bad thing.
“Agreed, but use discretion when it comes to sharing information. They are still the enemy and not to be trusted. Take no equipment with you, and request data from here only as needed,” Govan added, still not particularly liking the idea, but at least it was better than allowing some Federation doctor or spy come onboard his ship. “Just come back with an antidote, Doctor, or you don’t come back at all, Echal out.”
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Turning once more to reply to Tevio, Govan was interrupted yet again, this time by the unmistakable feel of the S’Harien dropping out of warp, shifting his attention to the unfortunate helmsman. “Why are we stopping?” the Commander demanded, infuriated that something had occurred aboard his ship without his foreknowledge.
“We just entered the system and are approaching the Jefferson,” the navigational officer reported quickly. “We are within visual range. Rendezvous in two minutes.”
“Very well,” Echal grumbled. “On screen.” The sight of Starfleet’s Sovereign class vessel growing larger on the display made him both angry and slightly nervous. He was meant for interrogations, close combat, and space battles, not diplomacy... It was also nerve-wracking knowing the Legate was watching his every move and word.
The seconds ticked by slowly as the two ships moved closer in space until he was informed that they were within hailing range and then ordered the channel opened.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 4, 2009 21:13:42 GMT
"Commander Garrett, from the readings so far, it looks like our visitors didn't know that somebody had installed more sensors to increase the coverage. They avoided most of the internal sensors but were picked up by the new ones briefly. I can't be sure if there was more then two, but I have two life signs. One is Romulan, and the other human. I can't do any better than that, but maybe somebody on the Jefferson could clean it up a little more and see what they make of it," the helmsman reported.
Nodding, and finding the Romulan/Human duo rather interesting, Megan replied, “Good work. We’ll see if Commander T’Ress might get something more out of it.”
The two continued on in silence, sweeping the colony for any lifesigns. The blank indicator panel and the absence of any auditory alerts showing signs of life grew more disheartening with each passing moment. All those people gone just like that...
"Commander, why is this outpost so close to the border? It doesn't make sense to put a research station so close to enemy listening devices and possible threats."
Glad to have something else to focus on than the loss of lives and the numerous bodies they passed, Megan replied, “This colony was originally a scientific outpost assigned to study some of the unique type of plants that manage to survive here. Once the research was completed, they had already established a solid center for studying botany and phytology, as well as a reputation for groundbreaking work, so the outpost remained and continued to operate, gradually becoming a colony also.”
It was hard to imagine from what they’d seen that any kind of life could be studied here, but as a scientist herself, Megan knew that life in most lifeless places could be the most unique, and that the deaths of the colonists contributed greatly to the atmosphere of death that now permeated this even more desolate, deserted planet.
They were about half finished sweeping their sector when the doctor reported in. =/\=Nathan to Garrett, under no circumstance expose yourself to the air. You won't live long enough to be transported back to the ship. The toxin is hemorrhagic. It destroys every single red blood cell in the body. Those that weren't so fortunate to die quickly died slow, agonizing deaths. Are you familiar with the 20th Century Ebola virus or the Hanta virus? They ate the victim up from the inside, causing them to die in agony, if they didn't bleed out from the inside first. This is no virus, but the effects appear to be the same. At least in the Human victims I have found. I have yet to discover any non-Humans, but I do not doubt it would have a similar effect.=/\=
“Understood, Doctor,” Megan replied, suppressing a shudder at the talk of being eaten from the inside. She was somewhat familiar with the diseases Nathan had mentioned, well enough aware to know that was a horrible way for anyone to die. Commander Garrett tried to push the horrible images out of her mind, but with the bodies of the victims they seemed to run into around every corner, it was entirely impossible. Still, the First Officer attempted to keep her focus on her tricorder instead.
Somehow the two Commanders managed to complete their sweep in silence, and unfortunately, neither of their tricorders emitted a single beep indicating someone had survived. It was incredibly depressing, but Megan attempted to maintain a mask of professionalism and composure in spite of everything. It wasn’t particularly easy, but it was the only way to get through it. Finally after what felt like days of wandering around the now desolate graveyard that once was a thriving colony, the away team rendezvoused at their shuttle and climbed back aboard, all silent and melancholy.
The trip back was equally quiet, less turbulent than before due to the diminishing interference, but the slight jostling was the only sound other than the too cheerful chattering of console beeps and the occasional protocol fulfilling status report from Commander Pride. As they broke out of the atmosphere and sensors cleared up, the long-range sensors picked up a Romulan warbird approaching at high warp on their way to rendezvous, causing Megan to contact the ship immediately. “Garrett to Jefferson, what is the estimated time until the warbird intercepts?” she queried.
=/\=Less than fifteen minutes, Commander,=/\= came the prompt reply. =/\=And there’s been an...incident with Captain Reynolds,=/\= the officer added hesitantly.
On high alert now, Megan glanced quickly at the doctor. “What kind of incident?”
=/\=The Captain’s son was involved in an altercation resulting in his being sent to sickbay unconscious. Captain Reynolds was called away to attend to his son.=/\=
“Is he going to be able to return to the bridge by the time the warbird arrives?” the First Officer asked, mind beginning to spin with all the potential ramifications of not being ready to speak with the warbird’s Commander immediately upon its arrival.
=/\=I don’t believe so, Ma’am, at least as far as I could tell from the call’s tone.=/\=
Taking a deep breath trying to remain calm, Commander Garrett replied, “Have a decon area set up in the shuttle bay and the medical staff prepared to administer it immediately. I will attempt to proceed as quickly as possible to be on the bridge in time, but you might have to stall their Commander until my arrival, Garrett out.”
Commander Pride seemed to have understood the need for haste and increased their speed, while tension levels on the shuttle jumped yet another notch. Turning to the doctor, Megan simply stated, “I do understand the need for caution to protect the ship from possible contamination, but do your best to get me released quickly.”
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Post by Deleted on Jul 4, 2009 22:32:21 GMT
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Nathan nodded, as they prepared to be transported to the decon area. “I'll do my best commander, but decon takes at least an hour, I can't make it any faster than that. And then it depends on what the results of the scans are.” He waited a few seconds as he felt the transporter take him, then nodded over to a private cubicle. “Please remove your uniform and undergarments and dispose of them. You will find clean underwear and a robe in a cabinet. Once done, we can change back in our more formal attire. I'm sorry commander, that's the best I can do.”
Feeling her stress levels rise, Megan headed for the cubicle he had indicated and moved quickly to do as ordered. Stalling Romulans was not recommended and to try and stall them for an hour was virtually impossible if not very dangerous. This was not shaping up to be good in any way, not that working with Romulans would have been good even under the best of circumstances. Moving from the cubicle into the decon chamber set up, she was predictably the first to arrive, as she had been moving extremely fast. The others could somewhat afford to wait, though it was doubtful they wanted to, but Commander Garrett had to be on the bridge, now. Fortunately, it didn’t take long for the others to arrive, obviously understanding the time constraints she was under, and Nathan spoke briefly to his staff to start scans.
Dressed in a Starfleet-blue bathrobe, Nathan returned to the main area of the decon chamber and sat himself down on one of the benches. He saw Hannah's face appear outside the window and he got up with a sigh, to exchange a few words with her. Then, he returned and sat down beside Megan. “I'd not be too worried commander,” he spoke softly, seeing her anxiety, “It'll be as quick as possible, just not doable in under an hour. Please try to relax?” He sure would try; even though he too had better things to do than just sit here and wait.
Choosing not to reply, as she couldn’t think of anything particularly polite to say, Megan tried to stay still although she was absolutely dying to get up and pace. It wasn’t like this was Nathan’s fault in any way, but seeing the impending disaster on its way certainly wasn’t conducive to relaxation. Finally after a minute or so of silence, Commander Garrett had to ask, “Are you sure there’s no way to make this go any faster? Because there’s a warbird full of Romulans who aren’t going to be patient, and it’s probably going to be insulting enough to speak to me rather than the Captain, let alone having to wait an hour to do so. Are you absolutely sure...?”
“If there was a way commander, trust me I'd implement it.” Nathan was more than annoyed, and his tone was snappish. “Do you think I don't have better things to do than just sit here and wait for this to finish? There were hundreds of thousands of dead down there! And we don't know why, or what of. Whole colonies are at risk, while we sit here and wait!”
Equally annoyed, Megan snapped back, “No, I do think you have better things to do. We all do, and I don’t know about you, but I’d rather not have the Jefferson blown out from under us because I’m stuck in here with you!” Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly to try and reign in her temper, Commander Garrett decided to try another approach. “What if I transported to my shuttle or a quarantined holodeck, speak with the Commander from there, and then went through decon separately?”
“Quarantines are easily broken,” Nathan snapped back, “the answer is no commander. Those men and women up there on the bridge are capable of doing their jobs, even without the captain or first officer present. They are trained to deal with this sort of situation. Someone will explain to the Romulan commanding officer what is going on. I'm sure if they visited any of their colonies, they will be doing the same. Now sit back and try to relax. Read a book for all I care or read up on reports.” He sat back, crossing his arms over his chest, looking infuriated.
Slumping back against the wall, Megan sent a glare in his direction before turning her attention to a spot on the opposite wall and glaring at it instead. Doctors were so infuriating, unable to consider other points of view, thinking they were always right... It was all she could do to keep herself from getting her tricorder to access the systems and make the arrangements herself, with or without his approval, but the Commander knew well enough that would be going too far even if it was right.
Scowling, Nathan got up and walked to the small window, and exchanged another few words with Hannah. The woman shook her head a few times and Nathan argued with her for a few minutes. Finally, he retrieved something from a small cabinet. “Commander,” he called, then tossed a PADD towards her, not caring whether she caught it or not. “Ship's status report,” he told her coldly. He was worried for Caleb, and wanted nothing more than just be there for him and Matt. It also made him worried for his own family, but he knew Jayden would be looking after them for now.
Catching the padd on instinct, glaring at him for daring to throw something at her, Megan turned her attention to the padd. Unfortunately, it was a standard update, nothing important or interesting, just the confirmation that a Romulan warbird was bearing down on them and that neither Captain nor First Officer was on the bridge. Finally dropping the padd to the bench beside her, the Commander leaned back and remained quiet for a few more moments before asking, “How’s Caleb doing?”
“He's out of danger, but he's kept unconscious for now. He took a bad blow to the head, after getting in a fight over his father. It was Freddy who called the incident in.” He paused. “Jayden's taken him home.” His tone was icy as he spoke, but laced with concern. While his expression softened, his eyes still remained hard and angry. The doctor started pacing the small space that held the four people, his bare feet barely making any sound on the deck. The room beeped that stage one of the scans was now completed and it would start on the next series of scans. Forty-five minutes to go, but it felt like hours.
Again, Megan didn’t reply. There was nothing really to say. At the signal of the end of the first cycle, the Commander jumped to her feet on instinct but quickly settled back onto the bench once she realized it hadn’t miraculously finished early. Nathan was pacing, which irritated her further as she desperately wanted to be pacing as well. At this very moment, she knew the warbird had to be here, hailing the bridge and wondering where the Command staff was. If they suddenly were under attack, she was out of here no matter what the doctor said, quarantine or no quarantine.
A few minutes later, the silence was interrupted by a hail from the bridge. =/\=T’Nar to Commander Garrett, I have just finished speaking with the Romulan Commander. He is...less than pleasant; however, I have informed him of the situation, and as he has no choice but to wait, he has elected to do so. His vessel remains nearby and although their shields are up, their weapons remain un-powered, and they have not made any aggressive moves. Our shields are also up and weapons un-powered.=/\=
Breathing a small sigh of relief, Megan replied, “Understood. Keep me appraised, Garrett out,” before closing the channel and with another brief glare in Nathan’s direction, leaned against the wall to close her eyes and attempt to survive the wait.
~Forty minutes later~
The tension was palpable, and there was still silence. Nathan had resumed his pacing, his hands jammed into the robe's pockets, his expression stony. He was irritated, restless and most of all concerned for the safety of the crew. “Five more minutes,” he suddenly said, “five more minutes and then either we're cleared, or some of us remain cooped up here. Let's pray we're all cleared.”
“We’d better...” Megan mumbled under her breath before realising she shouldn’t have spoken aloud and falling silent again. Somehow, she’d managed to keep from pacing and had stayed leaned up against the wall with her eyes closed until the doctor had spoken just now. With no reports from the bridge, the Commander was hoping everything was still under control, but the long wait was excruciating.
Five minutes later, an all clear was sounded. Nathan offered a quiet but wry smile. “Remember to get dressed first commander,” he reminded her, attempting to relieve the tension that remained between the two of them.
Megan had already been halfway to the exit before the all clear had died down, and at the doctor’s comment, actually came to a halt just before the door. Had he not warned her, she may very well have been halfway to the turbolift or in the lift before she’d realized her state of attire. With a slight smile, she threw, “Thanks,” over her shoulder and resumed her course out the door, but this time toward her quarters.
Nathan smiled wanly, before rushing out himself to go check on Caleb and Matt. Unlike Megan, he could care less about how he looked. It was his bedside manner that mattered, not his attire.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 5, 2009 6:09:33 GMT
JP with Commander Garrett
As the S’Harien came to a slow, menacing halt a few thousand kilometers away from the Jefferson, Commander Echal prepared himself for dealing with Captain Reynolds. This would be his first, real diplomatic contact...pretty much ever. Most of his contact with the Federation had been in a very unofficial and far from diplomatic capacity, and even when assigned to Assailant under the Romulan ambassador, it was as head of embassy security and an occasional bodyguard, not a diplomat. “Hail them,” Govan ordered, suddenly unsure of whether he should be standing or sitting, and if sitting, sit up straight to look intimidating or lean back to look casual.
On the Jefferson, the sound of an incoming hail caused everyone to freeze, even if they knew it was coming. The bridge was stocked with junior officers, except for Commander T’Nar at the main science station. While she was the highest ranking officer on the bridge and technically a senior staff member, the Vulcan had never been in this type of situation before, and Megan still held a lot of the leadership in the science department. Up until this very moment, it hadn’t really occurred to her that she currently not only had the bridge but was also expected to answer the hail.
While still distracted with his internal struggles, Govan suddenly became aware of the fact that several moments had passed with no response. Frowning at the blank screen, he irritably snapped, “Well?” in the direction of Centurion Dor’vel at tactical.
“They haven’t responded,” Dor’vel replied, unphased by the Commander’s outburst. “I have already confirmed the channel and the frequency and retransmitted once.”
Lips curling into a sneer, Govan’s anxiety faded as he recognized the trademark signs of a ‘game’ the type of which he was very familiar. This diplomacy wasn’t so different from interrogations after all... They were trying to throw him off and take control of the situation by determining the pace. Very clever indeed... “Keep trying and repeat the hail on multiple frequencies until they open a channel,” he ordered.
Calmly rising from her station, experiencing the unsettling sensation of what she unfortunately recognized as what human’s referred to as ‘nerves,’ T’Nar moved to the center of the bridge facing the viewscreen. The ops station continued to signal repeatedly, which only increased her discomfort. “On screen,” she requested evenly.
When the display on the viewscreen finally shifted from black to the image of the Federation bridge, Echal was confused, and of course further irritated, to find that the expected image of Captain Reynolds was instead a Vulcan female in some sort of scientific or medical uniform. “Where is Captain Reynolds?” Govan demanded.
Forcing herself to maintain control over her wavering emotions, the Commander calmly replied, “I apologize, Commander, but the Captain has been unexpectedly detained. I am Commander T’Nar, the Chief Science Officer aboard the Jefferson.”
Eyes narrowing darkly, Echal felt insulted. “I am supposed to deal with a scientist?”
Expression wavering just slightly along with her emotions, T’Nar replied, “I am also a Starfleet Commander. However, I believe it would be best for you to speak with the First Officer in the Captain’s stead. She just returned from an away mission to the surface and is going through decontamination procedures as we speak. I will have her contact you when she returns to the bridge,” Commander T’Nar added.
Continuing to glare at her, Echal simply stated, “See that you do,” before signaling for the channel to be closed and continuing to glare at the once more black screen. How dare these Federation officers toy with him in this way…the Captain and the First Officer detained, making him wait and deal with a female, Vulcan scientist. It was incredibly insulting, and he blamed Star Command for weakening his position. If he were still Tal Shiar, this would never be an issue, and if he had been treated with the respect and honor due a Romulan Commander, they would not be pulling these ridiculous tricks. He would soon teach them to show him obligatory respect.
Unsure of how that had gone, Commander T’Nar took a seat in the command chair and checked the readouts. Their shields had already been raised in anticipation of the Romulan’s arrival, and their weapons remained uncharged. The warbird was the same. “Maintain our position and keep an eye on their weapons,” she ordered while opening a channel to Commander Garrett. Being in this position was unfamiliar, and frankly, the Vulcan would feel much improved once the First Officer returned.
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It had taken her all of five minutes to get to her quarters, get changed, and then return to the turbolift to head for the bridge. Megan was feeling uncharacteristically frazzled with a multitude of thoughts and emotions running through her mind. The fact that she now had to deal with a Romulan only made matters worse. Striding onto the bridge, determination on her face, Commander Garrett took the command chair from the somewhat hastily retreating Science Chief and tried to brace herself. “Hail the warbird,” she ordered coolly, knowing the Romulan had to be displeased with the wait and probably thought the delay had been an intentional insult to him.
Back on the S’Harien, Govan was growing angrier and more frustrated with every ticking second. Not only was each moment a further slight but it also represented more time for the perpetrators they were seeking to get further away. When at last the tell-tale alert sounded signaling they had an incoming transmission, Echal was instantly on edge. He was also tempted to make them wait a minute or two for him to answer it, but doing so would be blatantly obvious and would decrease the edge their delaying had given him. “Open a channel,” the Commander ordered moodily.
As the viewscreen on both vessels went from black to light, displaying the image of either opponent, the composed determined faces of both changed in an instant. Blood drained from both faces as they stared at each other in shock, neither able to move or speak. The silence stretched for what felt like hours as the two merely gaped at each other, and the crews on both bridges glanced among themselves. Finally, at what was nearly the same moment, the two faces hardened in anger and a resumed determination, and their eyes darkened in a deep hatred and fury.
Tensing his hands into fists at his sides, Govan unclenched his jaw and spoke first. “I am Commander Govan Echal of the Imperial Warbird S’Harien. To whom do I have the ‘honor’ of speaking?” he requested coldly, eyes never wavering from hers.
His voice sent chills down her spine, but she hadn’t missed the sarcasm, nor the edge, so she tilted her chin up ever so slightly and replied, “Commander Garrett, First Officer of the Federation Starship Jefferson, and I do believe the ‘honor’ is all mine,” she quipped trying desperately to hold herself together and remember what her duty was. “I apologize for the delay, but Captain Reynolds was called away to deal with an incident involving his son, and I’ve only just returned from the colony below to search for survivors and retrieve evidence. We had to be certain that the contagion wasn’t transmitted aboard. I do hope you weren’t ‘upset’ by the delay.”
She was trying to goad him...and in spite of the surge of wrath, she had provoked he forced a half pleasant, half menacing smile. “Not at all, Commander. Your lack of preparedness is of no consequence to me. However, it is regrettable your delay has provided these attackers with additional time to make their escape, which will hamper our investigation. Hopefully no more innocent lives will be lost as a result.”
Nice to see he was still as arrogant as ever, but his attempt to place any blame on them wouldn’t work. “We managed to detect a faint ion trail in the colony’s sensor records. The actual trail has since faded, but we may be able to trace it from those records and follow it until it shows up on our sensors. Once we have determined a course, we will transmit it to your helmsman,” Megan added casually, refusing to offer transmitting any of the colony’s records to keep firm control of the situation.
“If you require our assistance, we are at your service,” Govan replied acerbically, knowing exactly what she was doing. Next on the agenda would be Sural’s request to work with their doctor, but with these unexpected circumstances, Echal wasn’t prepared to give up another bargaining chip without a fight. “Our doctor has been working on an antidote to the toxin. Since your doctor has only just gained samples, our research is more advanced than yours. I suggest a collaboration, as finding a cure is in both our best interests. We would be happy to invite your Chief Medical Officer aboard as our guest to demonstrate our continued cooperation,” he sneered.
Not liking that idea one bit, Megan quickly responded. “I’m afraid our Chief Medical Officer is actually a civilian, and therefore, not authorized to travel to your vessel. However, your Chief Medical Officer is more than welcome to transport here as our guest. He may have a head start on the research, but the more recent samples are here. Of course, if you’re not comfortable with the idea, I completely understand.”
Gritting his teeth, Govan consented that she’d played her hand well, and with Sural already making the request, wanting to see the Federations equipment not doubt, and the implied insult she had just delivered, his hands were somewhat tied. “We allow only the best to serve on our warbirds. Doctor Sural is perfectly capable of handling himself aboard your vessel. The doctor will be prepared within the hour.”
“Contact us when he is ready, and we shall prepare for his arrival and inform you as son as we have discovered the course to follow,” Megan replied. “Garret out.” As the screen went dark, the First Officer slumped back into her chair. This whole situation had just gotten a whole lot more complicated, and in a very terrible way.
Glaring at the screen, Govan rose from his chair, grabbing the nearest object he could find, which happened to be a data padd, and throwing it as hard as he could into the bulkhead. “Have Sural prepare for transport,” he growled before storming to his ready room and once inside swept all the items on his desk to the floor and heaved several more, conveniently located objects as hard as he could in a rage. This had just gone from some sort of game, albeit a serious one, into an all out war.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 6, 2009 17:12:43 GMT
Tevio arrived on the bridge to find a very anxious looking Commander seeming to shift uneasily in his command chair. The Legate remained at the back of the bridge, realising that 'his' commanding officer was in conversation with Terrh (who was belowdeck).
"Report," the Commander said eventually. Ch'varak made a show of looking behind his back, at where it'd appeared that Govan Echal had looked when he gave the order. Then he answered, stepping towards the Commander:
"I have numerous... concerns, about our proximity to the Federation ship, specifically regarding internal matters that may arise once we are in the immediate vicinity." He handed his compad to Echal and then continued, knowing and disregarding the fact that speaking of this on the bridge might not be what the Commander wanted. "Statistical records present the evidence that crew efficiency is lessened by thirty-two percent when dealing with Federation vessels in this capacity - "
He was cut off by more comm calls, and by the time they had all been addressed, the S'Harien was dropping from warp into the system which the Jefferson was in. Several bright and unfamiliar specks of light, more luminous than the background starfield, resolved themselves on the S'Harien's forward viewer. The planetary system...
It was an immensely tension-filled exchange that could be divided into two parts. The first; when the USS Jefferson science officer's image first appeared on the screen and the ensuing conversation. The second; Commander Echal's fascinating behaviour when confronted with the next Starfleet female, the Jefferson's first officer, Garrett. It was impossible to remove the weight of emotion, the tangible anger and the spat turns of phrase, and still retain the same conversation. Indeed, Tevio thought, it was almost difficult to ascertain the actual subject discussed in amongst the weight of the tension.
And as such, Ch'varak was forced to conceal a less than friendly grin when Echal smashed the datapad that he'd been given - by the Legate - on the floor. He monitored the responses of the rest of the bridge crew, satisfied but also mildly disappointed to see no reaction in them. Commendable he supposed, and now that Govan had expended his anger with the Federation officer they would have no more need to act with such oblivity.
Then there was the very slightest sounds of 'clattering', like the far-off noise of things falling.. coming from the ready room.
On the other hand, Tevio thought, the Commander's anger might not be quite so easily dispelled... He bore needle-eyes into the nearest officer he saw give a reaction to the sound as he made his way to the ready room door. As he got there he sensed the Centurion Dor'vel's temptation to suggest to him that visiting Govan at this time... might not be the greatest of plans. However, the tactical officer remained silent as the Legate rang the chime.
He was admitted after a time, and as he strode in, made the decision to disregard the slightly disshelved appearance that the room had now acquired. Echal was sitting at his desk.
"Remarkably well held temperament," Tevio commented, "In your dealing with Commander Garrett in any case... I will make another observation," he suggested more as a commitment than a request for permission.
Echal nodded to give his approval anyway.
"In reference to my report, now unfortunately a piece of debris on the bridge's floor, the crew's need for personal pride is thrown into conflict with our working with this Starfleet ship. Feelings of insignificance and anger, magnified by the tactical superiority of the enemy vessel, can lead to reduced efficiency." Tevio began pacing the ready room.
"On the whole, your dealing with Commander Garrett did little to influence this issue either way, which is how we would want it to be. A question of balance, displaying our confidence in our own craft's abilities and projecting that confidence to the crew around us, while making sure to not display a level of anger with the opposing ship, that will spark similar feelings among the crew, feelings that will lead to a wish for mental retaliation, and then subsequent overcompensation... Which results in inferiority complexes and decreases in levels of performance."
Tevio collected two of the objects that Govan seemed to have cast on to the floor. He held them in either hand and turned to Govan, holding them level before the man. "Two factors, equally weighted. A question of balance."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 6, 2009 20:46:10 GMT
Nathan was thrilled, absolutely thrilled. Well not because of their present precarious position, what with a Romulan warbird hanging off their bow, possibly dwarfing the Jefferson in comparison. No, he was thrilled because a Romulan physician was coming over to work with him.
Of course, he had been looking forward to going over to the S'harien, just to see what a Romulan sickbay would look like, for real. Perhaps he'd get that chance later, but for now he had to make sure that Sural was welcome in his domain. He'd instructed the nurses to be courteous to their visitor, and not stare too much. Also he had made sure that those with racist notions would not be on duty during the times he and Sural were both to be present in sickbay.
Aside from security precautions - through which he was once again admonished for refusing to wear a phaser - Nathan had also made sure all his current research was available to his visitor. All non-classified research, that is.
~later~
Nathan had gone home for a few hours to rest, get a bite to eat and a change of attire. He had also spent some time with his husband and children, relishing in the fact that he could just be home and enjoy his time off for a change. Yet too soon it was time to get back to work. He smiled at Jayden's concerned reminder to take it easy and please remember to take his medication and so on. Gratefully, he kissed the man goodbye and headed for sickbay.
All was in order, now only the Romulan had to arrive.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 7, 2009 13:26:20 GMT
With the Commander's permission he started increasing powere to certain systems to give an appearance of being more heavly armed then they were. He had modified a few photon torpeidoes to make then look more powere as well when they were scanned. He also made sure all power to his new hologram program was deactivated so it wouldn't show up on scans.
There was no way he was going to give the federation any information on how he could physical change the appearance of there ship. This was still a new system he had design and want the commander to have a few tricks up his sleeve if he needed them. He was getting a little tired and needed to get some rest soon. He didn't dare leave his station there was no way he would do that until things had calmed down a little. Everybody was on edge having to work with the federation and he understood that. They had been the enemy for a long time and it would take along time for that idea to change.
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Post by desertpride on Jul 7, 2009 13:30:33 GMT
He listend to Commander Garrett explenation of why the outpost was so close to less then friendly space. It made sense but for somebody to break in still left a few question about was was going on here.
Upon there return to the Jefferson he assumed his station and started scanning the enemy ship and was a little shocked at what he scans reported. It appeared this was not the stanard Romulan war bird. In theory the Jefferson should have out gunned the war bird but from the scan's he got that was not the case. By all appearance pound for pound the romulan ship was the Jeffersons equal. He made to note that in his report and he sent to Commmander Garrett.
He was listening to the Romulan Commander and was not liking the man so far. Then again it was the first time he had been this close to a Romulan Commander and reserved his judgement. First impressions he had long learned sometimes are not the best. He waited to see what was going to happen next.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2009 21:42:08 GMT
After leveling a few kicks to a nearby chair, overturning a small table, and aiming several punches to the closest wall, Govan stood in the center of the room, chest heaving, seething with fury. His mind wasn’t even processing anything coherent to rage about verbally or just internally. He had forced Garrett out of his mind for so long the Commander hadn’t even considered running into her again as an option.
The sound of the chime broke through, forcing him to take several calming breaths before moving to his seat behind the desk and taking a few more breaths before finally allowing admittance. The sight of the Intelligence Chief was not particularly helpful or comforting, but Govan was determined to keep his cool. "Remarkably well held temperament," Tevio commented, rather sarcastically in Echal’s opinion. "In your dealing with Commander Garrett in any case... I will make another observation," the Legate continued, causing the Commander to nod coolly, more to remain calm than to actually grant the man permission, as he would rather Tevio just shut up.
"In reference to my report, now unfortunately a piece of debris on the bridge's floor, the crew's need for personal pride is thrown into conflict with our working with this Starfleet ship. Feelings of insignificance and anger, magnified by tactical superiority of the enemy vessel, can lead to reduced efficiency. On the whole, your dealing with Commander Garrett did little to influence this issue either way, which is how we would want it to be. A question of balance, displaying our confidence in our own craft's abilities and projecting that confidence to the crew around us, while making sure to not display a level of anger with the opposing ship, that will spark similar feelings among the crew, feelings that will lead to a wish for mental retaliation and then subsequent overcompensation…which results in inferiority complexes and decreases in levels of performance." Resisting the urge to roll his eyes as the Chief Intelligence Officer retrieved two data padds from the ground and held them level, he kept his face composed. "Two factors, equally weighted, a question of balance."
“I get the point,” Echal finally snapped, feeling like the Legate was talking down to him, simplifying and repeating like he was some sort of child. Trying to reign in his temper, realizing there was potential for being overly defensive and sensitive given the situation, Govan took another deep breath before continuing. “Sub-Commander Virh has made some modifications to the power system to make us appear more evenly matched. While the intention was to fool the Jefferson, it may also have the side-benefit of dealing with this additional issue. I’m sure spreading the rumor that modifications have been made to our systems will increase the crew’s confidence.”
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After the Legate’s reply, Govan hesitated. He really wanted to avoid getting into his history with Garrett, but based on his reaction, it almost felt like he needed to say something. “I want you to quietly put your department on high alert. Keep a close eye on all transmissions from the Jefferson and on our computer to make sure no one’s trying to gain access or tunnel their way into any of our systems. I don’t know what she’s up to, but Commander Garrett is more than she appears and no where near as innocent as she seems,” Echal grumbled, bitterness tangible in his voice.
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“Dismissed,” Echal barked, making sure to dismiss the Legate before he pried any further. The last thing he wanted to do was talk about what had actually happened, but Govan was certainly determined not to repeat his prior mistakes with Garrett. And now, they were sending Sural over to the Jefferson...and although there really hadn’t been any way around that, the Commander didn’t like working from behind and feeling like he’d already given his personal adversary any sort of advantage.
After taking five minutes or so to center himself into more focused intensity rather than uncontrolled rage, Echal stormed from his ready room straight to the turbolift, not even glancing at Dor’vel to hand over the bridge. “Tell the doctor to meet me in transporter room one,” he ordered before the door slid closed. He didn’t like or trust Sural, and didn’t think particularly highly of his skills or abilities, both medically as well as otherwise, but he wasn’t going to let any member of his crew anywhere near Garrett without warning them to watch out for her. Who knew what her mission was or who exactly she really was. He knew her well yet at the same time barely knew her.
Arriving at the transporter room before Sural, Govan waited, leaning up against the wall and glaring holes in the door. The transporter operator was freaked out by the Commander’s presence, growing more nervous with each passing moment. Echal was oblivious to this, eyes fixed on a single spot on the doors, his mind unwittingly continued to rehash his history with Garrett against his will, memories he’d like to forget. Fortunately, it didn’t take much longer for the doctor to arrive from sickbay.
Crossing to speak with him, dismissing the unpleasant recollections from his mind, Commander Echal spoke first. “You need to be on your guard, Doctor. I have had previous dealing with their First Officer, who is currently in command, and she is not to be trusted and very dangerous. Remember to think before you speak, share as little as possible with them, and trust no one.” Hesitating for a moment, Govan surreptitiously removed the small personal transport device Terrh had given him from his uniform and handed it to Sural. “In case of emergency, use this to return to the S’Harien. It may or may not work, depending on their shields, but hopefully you will not need to use this. And I do expect that restored to me upon your return.”
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Stepping back out of the way, Echal contacted the bridge. “Inform the Jefferson the doctor is ready for transport,” he demanded coolly, crossing his arms and observing the transport protocols, concluding with Sural fading from sight on the transporter pad.
Once the doctor was gone, Govan headed for the exit without even looking at the operator, much to the relief of that particular Uhlan. Commander Echal felt oddly detached and anxious. He didn’t know what he was supposed to be doing or where he should go. The bridge was the most obvious choice, but simply pacing around with nothing to do but yell at people and wait for his arch nemesis (one of them) to contact him was not particularly appealing. Hanging around his quarters would be leaving him all alone with his thoughts, also not a good idea, and his ready room offered both. Holodeck was practically calling to him, but not exactly professional.
Instead, the Commander found himself wandering around the ship, glaring at any unsuspecting crewmembers he ran across, causing heart attacks throughout the ship as a result. He wasn’t really going anywhere in particular, just trying to keep moving and his ghosts quiet. Oddly enough, it was working, and seeing the fear on the faces of those he terrified actually made him feel a little better. At some point, Govan found himself approaching the Engine Room, a place he couldn’t recall ever seeing in person before, as there was no real need for him to be there and nothing he could do as far as engineering went. Still, he was in the area, and scaring some engineers might be fun, so Echal wandered in, trying to look a little extra menacing.
It didn’t take much effort, and the room going quiet and multiple pairs of eyes from everyone turning to fix on him was the reaction he had been looking for and was rather rewarding in its own way. Unfortunately, as his own eyes scanned the room triumphantly, he located Terrh on the upper level, eyes focused on his console, not in the least bit intimidated, and that irked Echal somewhat. Storming his way up to the aforementioned Chief Engineer, moving past the less than comfortable looking officers, Govan approached Virh cautiously hoping to catch him off-guard. Once he was within less than a yard or so, Echal finally spoke. “Report Sub-Commander.”
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Nodding somewhat offhandedly, as he had not really been looking for a report or expecting much of interest to report on, Govan continued. “We are currently waiting for the Jefferson to inform us of our new heading once they determine it from the colony’s records. While I realize they will most certainly be the first to discover which way the ship we are pursuing went, I don’t want us completely in the dark or without anything useful to provide, so I want you to go over all the records we have on the ion trail and see if you can determine anything about the vessel from that, as well as attempt to locate any trace of new ion trails within sensor range. It seems the attackers are making modifications after each attack to alter their ion trail, but there might be a common element in the ion trail before the outpost, between the outpost and the colony, and leading away from the colony, and you need to find it.”
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Post by Deleted on Jul 11, 2009 2:17:41 GMT
Sitting in the command chair, staring straight ahead at absolutely nothing, Megan was basically in shock. She hadn’t been looking forward to dealing with Romulans again, the people who had killed her grandmother, but the last thing that she had expected was to be faced with the man who was the reason for her personal bad experience. She had never known his name, his full name anyway, and Lieutenant Berian, the PTE (post traumatic event) Counselor assigned to her case, had been adamant that she not review the roster of Romulan interrogators to identify him to avoid ‘furthering the trauma by forcing her to relive it.’ No matter how much she’d insisted, he had refused to relent, and now, it was obvious Berian had been wrong. Counselors were too overprotective, though she hadn’t even told him everything...
Commander Garrett had known there was a slight possibility of running into him again somewhere down the line, especially now that she was an agent and going on missions again, but this scenario had not occurred to her. Govan had been a Tal Shiar interrogator, not a Naval Commander, so seeing him like this had been an absolute shock. No one had said anything or was even really looking at her, but she had to believe that the tension had not gone unnoticed by the bridge crew. If Matt were on duty, he would be speaking to her in the ready room right now, but it would seem she had caught a break there, at least temporarily. And now she had to try and gather her thoughts and determine what to do next. She would need to speak with the Captain when he returned to duty; there was no real way to avoid that, and she really needed to contact Admiral LaPage, but that could wait at least for a little while longer. The immediate priority was determining a new course and dealing with their incoming guest. These were pressing matters, and since the last thing Megan wanted was to be left with her own thoughts keeping busy was good.
“Garrett to T’Ress, I know the sensor records from the colony were just transferred to you, but we need a course as soon as possible. I need to you to process what we have and determine which way the ship was heading so we can find the faded ion trail to follow. Forward anything that you can find to the helm,” Megan ordered.
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Rising from the chair, Megan addressed the helm. “Commander Pride, you have the bridge. Keep an eye on the warbird and match any move they make. Once we have a heading from Engineering, forward it to their helm and then set a course. Contact me when their doctor is ready, and I’ll meet him in transporter room two.”
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Once the doors closed behind her on the lift, the Commander sank back against the wall to collect her thoughts. This may have been unexpected, but it wasn’t out of her control and certainly a manageable albeit unpleasant situation so far. Only thing Megan had to do was get through it and then deal with the emotional results, and the first step to accomplishing this was speaking with Nathan in sickbay and meeting the Romulan doctor in the transporter room to get some sense from him.
Pushing herself off from the wall to gather herself, Megan forced herself to focus on her duty. “Garrett to security, I’ll need a small detail assigned to sickbay and a guest suite for as long as our guest is aboard, as well as a security officer as the doctor’s escort at all times. Get the arrangements in place immediately, and have the first shift escort meet me in transporter room two,” Commander Garrett ordered.
Several minutes after making the security arrangements, the First Officer entered sickbay. Glancing around the room, she located Nathan nearby. “Doctor,” Megan greeted him as she approached. “I am on my way to the transporter room to meet our guest. You are more than welcome to come with me, but you may also remain here to make preparations, and I’ll escort the doctor here after he visits his guest quarters. I also just arranged for a security officer as his escort, as well as a small team here and outside his quarters to ensure your safety and the ship’s security.”
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Megan had pretty much expected that Nathan would want to come along, so she wasn’t surprised with his reply. The doctor’s excitement was obvious, and although she had a hard time understanding how anyone could be excited by dealing with a Romulan, she supposed from a medical standpoint he was still a colleague. She led the way to the transporter room being very careful to keep her expression as neutral as possible to avoid showing how unsettled she was, and although he may or may not have been aware of her increased tension, he didn’t mention anything.
They arrived at the transporter room prior to the transport and the security escort, who arrived shortly after. “Hey, Megan!” Marina greeted her sister cheerfully, though quickly realizing her mistake, she amended. “I mean...Ensign Garrett reporting in as requested, Ma’am.” With a cheeky grin, she added, “I get to follow a Romulan!”
Not at all happy about this twist, but unable to really do anything about it, Megan replied. “So I see. The Romulan doctor should be arriving momentarily. First, we will escort him to quarters and then sickbay. Both locations will have a security detail. Your job is to remain within visual range of him at nearly all times to make sure he is not causing any trouble and no one is unduly bothering him. Report directly to me following your shift and immediately if you observe anything potentially significant.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” Marina replied, trying to stay serious and wrap her head around not only her orders but also the fact that these orders were coming from her older sister.
“The bridge has signaled that we’re now ready for transport,” the operator reported.
Steeling herself, Megan nodded and turned to face the padd. “Energize,” she ordered.
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Post by Matthew Reynolds on Jul 11, 2009 22:04:49 GMT
The Jefferson and her crew were extremely important to Matthew Reynolds but the saftey and well being of his son mattered most of all. The fact that his son was once again in sickbay hurt him deeply, but reinforced his belief that he needed to make the universe a safer place if his son.
"Captain your son will be fine with a few more days of bed rest," Hannah said as she approached the father and son," he's a strong boy captain, just like his father."
"Thanks Hannah," Matt said," you and Nathan have the knack of always knowing what to say to make me feel better. Though to be honest, Nathan can make me feel miserable with relative ease."
"He's good at that," Hannah said with a laugh," by the way we'll take Caleb home shortly. I've already sent all the instructions you'll need to take care of him when you are off duty. I have also taken the liberty of assigning Caleb a personal nurse while he recovers and you are busy dealing with the Romulans."
"Thank you Hannah, I didn't even think about that to be honest," Matt said as he rose from his seat and unexpectly hugged Hannah," you have been very helpful and I won't forget it."
"No problem, Captain," Hannah said," I know you are still worried, but don't be. This ship needs it's captain especially with our current visitors."
"I understand," Matt said mentally preparing himself to get back to work. He roughly knew what was happening and if this mission was to succeed that could not happen again.
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“I am on my way to the transporter room to meet our guest. You are more than welcome to come with me, but you may also remain here to make preparations, and I’ll escort the doctor here after he visits his guest quarters. I also just arranged for a security officer as his escort, as well as a small team here and outside his quarters to ensure your safety and the ship’s security.”
"With all due respect, sickbay is prepared commander," the doctor replied, visibly excited. For the first time in a very long time, he looked vibrant and healthy, despite the horrors he'd witnessed only a few hours ago. "I don't think we need fear much from a single Romulan," he said confidently, "especially not one that is a doctor. Surely they uphold the same oaths as we do?" He laughed merrily as he walked alongside Megan, following her to the transporter room.
Along the way, they ran into Megan's sister, who apparently was assigned the escort duty. Smiling brightly, Nathan greeted her, before his eyes fell on Donovan Jameson, who was just coming into their direction. "Hello Don, Hannah's in sickbay, awaiting your arrival. I'll be back soon, with our guest. Make sure the staff treat him with the respect someone of his station is due."
Donovan smiled. "Will do doc, and if I may say so, it's great to seeing you so alive and happy again. What's Jayden been doing to you?"
Nathan had the grace to blush a little, but his happy smile remained. "That's for me to know," he chuckled, "but I'm glad someone noticed. I'm feeling great, and very much alive." He stiffled a yawn. "Except for some sleepless nights. Angel's fussy."
"I'll go and take her to sickbay," Donovan offered, "gives poor Jayden a few minutes for himself too. I'll give her the once over and make sure she's comfortable. You have my word."
The doctor frowned a little at having his baby in the same room as a Romulan, but it wasn't to be helped. Besides, he'd not put his family at risk by allowing a second doctor near her, would he? He nodded his consent before turning to catch up with Megan and Marina. "I'm ready to meet Mr Sural," he stated happily, "in fact, I'm quite looking forward to it." He gave himself the once-over. "How do I look?"
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"..some modifications to the power system to make us appear more evenly matched. While the intention was to fool the Jefferson, it may also have the side-benefit of dealing with this additional issue. I'm sure spreading the rumor that modifications have been made to our systems will increase the crew's confidence."
"Likewise," Tevio answered, acknowledging the point, "The engineer Terrh is very resourceful, occasionally it is hard to give him discredit, I suppose I should admit that. I will make sure this reaches all members of the crew, rest assured that their will be no lack of confidence instilled amongst them.
"Remember though, Commander, that in this the ship's hierarchy cannot falter at the top. The S'Harien's master must be a strong head, no matter what personal associations he may have or whatever the circumstances may be, the execution of the mission is followed through with equal passion. That you know," he added, seeing and not wishing for Echal to again become defensive.
The Legate was no fool, he knew that the Commander would be aware of these things, but he also knew from the behaviour he had observed in the Romulan, that the potential did exist for him to lose sight of these factors in the heat of negotiation.
Thus why Tevio had changed tack; he did not see the purpose of making Echal defensive except for him to experience personal enjoyment, and that would have to go unsatisfied for the time being, there were more important matters at hand: the showing of uncomprimised strength from the Romulan Warbird S'Harien.
“I want you to quietly put your department on high alert. Keep a close eye on all transmissions from the Jefferson and on our computer to make sure no one’s trying to gain access or tunnel their way into any of our systems. I don’t know what she’s up to, but Commander Garrett is more than she appears and no where near as innocent as she seems,” Echal said.
Tevio nodded his head minutely. It was a good idea from Govan Echal, but he was going to fully admit it here. It was the second point that he'd really nodded to.. wondering when Echal was going to speak of it, as the Commander had started saying it the Legate had begun anticipating the words. Of course, he knew there must have been some association between the S'Harien's CO and the Starfleet vessel's XO as soon the latter had appeared on the forward screen. The tension was plain for everyone, it did not take an intelligence expert to discern it. Echal dismissed him.
He'd expected to be thrown out soon, and the Legate made his hesitancy to do so clear as he exited. Some definite research into the matter between Echal and Garrett was in order.
First he tightened up the department and had them on constant duty monitoring the internal high-level systems and the Jefferson, as well as some relayed messages through to the departments responsible for the sensor scans, and then watched the master computer core console readout. No sign of computer infiltration as of yet, he saw, and that was his cue to start simultaneously investigating Garrett-Echal.
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Sural packed up a medical bag and downloaded all of his research to date onto an isolated PaDD. He turned to Tamir.
"Keep an eye on everything" he suggested as he triple checked the lockouts on his private laboratory.
He was met by Govan in the transporter room.
"I am touched by your concern for me" Sural quipped as he stepped on to the pad, "I will endeavour not to disappoint."
The green haze of the transporter tugged at him and slowly the romulan ship disappeared to be replaced by the grey interior of a Federation starship.
As he readjusted he noticed he was being met by a Commander and a civilian. An ensign stood at a console. The Commander he assumed was the one Govan warned him about. That fact intrigued him more than any. This one person had got under their Commanders skin and he intended to find out why and more importantly how. The civilian was evidently their doctor.
"Thank you" he nodded to the Ensign "Commander he nodded"
"I am Commander Garrett welcome to the Jefferson. This is Dr Breughal."
Sural offered a hand, something he knew Humans approved of.
"I would like to get to work as quickly as possible. I need to see your casualties, autopsy reports and will need a laboratory assigned to me. I am assuming you have located the exact specifications of the Bajoran plant the toxin was synthesised from." he paused, mainly to draw breath, "Ah yes and access to computer terminal. And don't worry I have no interest in your secrets, I have enough of my own to worry about yours. So... shall we get to work?"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2009 20:45:39 GMT
"I would like to get to work as quickly as possible. I need to see your casualties, autopsy reports and will need a laboratory assigned to me. I am assuming you have located the exact specifications of the Bajoran plant the toxin was synthesised from." he paused, mainly to draw breath, "Ah yes and access to computer terminal. And don't worry I have no interest in your secrets, I have enough of my own to worry about yours. So... shall we get to work?"
Nathan took the offered hand and shook it excitedly. He could appreciate the Romulan's business-like approach, even though it didn't curb his own enthusiasm. "I'm pleased to meet you. Though I know Rihannsu is a tongue-twister language like Vulcan, I'd like you to call me Nathan anyway rather than have an attempt at my last name. None here can pronounce it properly to begin with, so I think you shouldn't bother with it either. Agreed?"
He released the man's hand, smiling brightly as he gestured towards the door, Megan's presence completely forgotten already. "Follow me doctor," he added, a little more serious now. "I'll make sure you have full access to my findings. As it is, you're in luck as we have several bodies from the last attack in my morgue. I haven't gotten around to the autopsies just yet." He shrugged. "As for secrets, I don't have anything to hide. My medical research is open to everyone so you're welcome to it. However, I would like to study your findings as well, if I may. You say something about a Bajoran toxin?"
He stopped dead in his tracks, causing Marina to nearly collide with him and turned to face the Romulan. "Are you saying it is of Federation origin?" Surely the man was joking?
Nathan led the other physician to his sickbay and gestured around. "Mi casa e su casa," he said with a smile, "give me a moment and I'll get you my research, then we'll head for the morgue." A minute later he returned with a PADD in one hand, carrying a black cat on his other arm. Before handing the PADD over, he set the cat down on the deck. "He was hiding in my office again," he explained the presence of his pet. "My son isn't home, so I keep them here until he returns from school."
The doctor looked up, curiosity plain on his face. "Do you have children, Sural?" he asked quietly.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 14, 2009 13:03:18 GMT
He looked up from his station as Commander Echal walked up, he could tell his staff was nervous having him down in the engine room. It was to be expected that sooner or later the commander would make his way down her. While he respected the commander and feared him he couldn't show that in front of his staff. He had to keep that part hidden in order to keep there respect.
" I understand Commander and will keep you informed as soon as I have a better lead on the ion trail. I have been going over other scans and have noticed other ion trails from other attacks. I have concluded even though they are differnt I believe they come from the same ship. Somebody has gone through a lot of effort to change it so much so that it sticks out, it as if its a text book trail with ideal readings. I wont bore you but know ship runs at text book settings. We all change things just a little to improve systems, example somebody offer's you a phaser your going to adjust the settings and power to your perferred setting, its the same with a ship Commander."
He spoke up loud enought for his crew to hear, he knew they were worried about be out gunned by the jefferson and need a boost. " Commander those new weapons settings you had me install have boosted our combat advantage we are now evenly matched against the Jefferson" he could tell his crew was listening and that it would soon be running around the ship that there Commander had boosted the weapons system.
" As soon as I have something I'll let you know Commander, also the Jefferson has scanned us. Nothing to worry about just the normal federation scan of ships they meet, they have not done anything to detailed yet" <Tag Echal>
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Post by desertpride on Jul 14, 2009 13:12:32 GMT
He didn't bother taking the center chair everybody knew he had the bridge, not to mention he didn't feel comfortable in the center chair any way. He didn't mind command just didn't want to stand out in front of everybody. When he got word the Romulan doctor was beaming over he sent word to Commander Garret.
He was still keeping a close watch on the ship and went over the conversation Commander Garrett had with the Romulan Commander. He had noticed for the first time since he had met Garrett. That she was a little on edge around the Romulan something told him there was a history there. When he had time he would have to see what he could dig up on that issue, although he didn't think he would get to far with it.
Still he didn't understand the distrust so much, he had learned the history of the Romulan empire and its interaction with the federation. He just didn't understand why niether side was willing to trust the other. If they could learn to live in peace and trust the advantages would be great. All the things they could achive together would push them into a bright future.
He thought about what his family had said that most humans aren't ready for the next step in evolution. Some humans believe that advancement in technology was the next step he smiled and was thank full his family wasn't there or he would be getting a I told you so look from them.
He waited for engineering to give him a heading they were still trying to clear up the ion trail for direction. His thoughts went back to his old ship and hoped that the Jefferson would not meet the same fate.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2009 6:28:28 GMT
The Jefferson was almost halfway to the Neutral Zone when an automated distress call had been received from a border colony. The tension in the room quickly grew as although it wasn’t confirmed, the colony seemed to fit into the pattern of attacks. “Commander Pride, set a course for the colony and increase to maximum warp,” the First Officer ordered before contacting engineering. “Commander T’Ress, we are responding to a distress call and need to be at maximum until we get there. I’ll also need the sensor resolution increased to let us know what we’re heading into.”
“I am doing what I can, murr,” came the typically felinoid response from the Caitian officer. “It is not really a simple task, as you can imagine. However, I will do what I can to have as much power diverted from auxiliary over to the engines. Being this is a distress call, that may not be the most advisable, but…ehh…murr…just don’t get us into a situation where you would need to raise the shields, alright? Merrow.”
Returning to the console, he started to tap at a few controls, quite concerned that he was not actually going to be able to meet the requirement that was offered to him by the one who had previously ordered him. Never the less, this case was going to get done.
Motioning over to the control panel in front of him, he started to initiate the automatic change over of power from the auxiliary stores to the main engine system. However, this was not moving as quickly, or efficiently as it should have been. Of course, tenths of a percent matter to an engineer, and the fact that he switched the system to manual may have been something more of pride, and a bit of hubris, over anything else.
While waiting for Nathan, Megan had one last thing to do. “Garrett to T’Ress, we need the triage center in cargobay two and parts of sickbay fully contained for the quarantine situation. I need you to ensure all the equipment is working properly and that both areas are fully prepared to handle heavy casualties in full quarantine.”
Tapping his combadge once again to respond, the feline had only just finished the method by which he had transferred power on the original order. At the outset he yawned. However, the severity of the situation hit him quite suddenly.
“Murr, I will do what I can,” came the response.
Tapping out a few general orders and returning the systemic methodology back into the hands of the ship’s electronic brain, the feline stood up, immediately moving over to a computer that was flickering on the wall of the unit beside him. Looking up to it, the structure flashed to full illumination and he was able to force in the directives that Megan had previously ordered him to insert.
The sickbay’s internal airlock began to pressurize into its own supply while the same started to occur in Cargobay Two, as if the forces of an unseen hand had actuated their pumps. Perhaps, in this case, it was an unseen paw. After this he started to grasp a tricorder, knowing that much of the equipment examination could not be successfully conducted from the safety of engineering. However, he thought to himself how he might else have conducted such a study. Perhaps, out of safety for the remainder of the crew, there was no other way but to continue this examination outside of the areas that had even now completed their sealing off from the rest of the vessel.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 18, 2009 23:36:58 GMT
Standing in front of the transporter pad waiting for the signal for transport, Megan tried to appear relaxed, but was far from it. A lot depended on the impression she got from the Romulan doctor because if he appeared to be a threat, things would get a lot more complicated, something none of them needed. It didn’t help the First Officer’s state of mind that her sister would be accompanying him around the ship for the first shift, though a quick glance to her right indicated that Marina seemed more excited than nervous, also not good. Normally, Commander Garrett may have tried to impress upon a new officer the gravity of the situation, but she didn’t want to scare her sister...and any warnings coming from her would not be appreciated.
Nathan, standing to her left, also looked more excited than nervous, and Megan wondered why neither of them seemed aware that having a Romulan guest was a dangerous situation. Once the operator received the signal from the bridge that a Doctor Sural was ready for transport, Commander Garrett acknowledged the hail and finally had to speak. “I need both of you to keep your eyes open and watch his every move. There is no way to know if he has an ulterior motive,” she cautioned.
Marina was excited to be seeing her first Romulan and also her first really serious job as security officer, but her sister’s warning, not just to her but also to Nathan, provided a much needed reminder that this was important, not just something fun. “Understood,” Ensign Garrett replied more seriously, though a glance in the doctor’s direction revealed that her sister’s caution had not squelched his enthusiasm at all.
Glad Marina was taking this seriously, though Nathan still looked far too happy for her taste, Megan nodded to the transport operator to energize, and a few moments later, the form of an apparently middle-aged Romulan materialized. Surveying the room, the doctor offered a nod and "Thank you" to the Ensign behind the console and turned his attention to her. "Commander,” he addressed her with another nod.
Returning his nod, Megan offered a polite smile before replying. "I’m Commander Garrett. Welcome to the Jefferson. This is Dr. van Breughel," she introduced Nathan.
Watching the Romulan offer his hand to Nathan and the doctor accept it eagerly, Megan’s first impression so far was that Doctor Sural was intelligent and aware of his surroundings and the nuances of the situation. There was something about him that exuded no-nonsense, and something in his eyes indicated a cold calculation.
As Nathan shook the offered hand, pure excitement still prevalent on his face, he replied, "I'm pleased to meet you. Though I know that Rihannsu is a tongue-twister language like Vulcan, I'd like you to call me Nathan anyway rather than having an attempt at my last name. None here can pronounce it properly to begin with, so I think you shouldn't bother with it either,” Nathan chatted away pleasantly. “Agreed?"
As soon as she had caught sight of their guest, Marina had shifted into a business mode. He didn’t look much different from the Vulcans she’d met, and he seemed polite, respectful, and as serious as a Vulcan, but the air had seemed to change at his arrival, whether caused by him or the reaction he produced, she was unsure, but the severity of the situation was just beginning to dawn on her. She had also never seen her sister so tense before, and that put her on edge more than anything.
"I would like to get to work as quickly as possible,” the Romulan jumped right in. “I need to see your casualties, autopsy reports and will need a laboratory assigned to me. I am assuming you have located the exact specifications of the Bajoran plant the toxin was synthesized from,” Sural continued, seemingly oblivious to Megan’s almost instant surprise at the news the toxin could actually be Federation in origin. “Ah yes, and access to a computer terminal. And don't worry. I have no interest in your secrets. I have enough of my own to worry about yours. So...shall we get to work?"
Still reeling from the revelation that they could be dealing with a Federation toxin, Megan did not like his casual request for access to a computer, nor the assurance of his good intentions that came with it. Of course he would be granted the access, albeit highly restricted and monitored, but just the fact that he felt a need to voice his lack of interest in their ‘secrets’ made her uneasy. Of course were he interested the wisest course of action would be not to mention anything, but he could know that and mention it to throw them off, beginning a trail of he knows and we knows that like a vicious circle was never-ending. Needless to say, she didn’t trust him...
Marina may have missed the implications of the Bajoran plant, but didn’t miss the ‘secrets’ comment. A quick glance in her sister’s direction revealed that Megan was similarly concerned, and after a random internal comment that perhaps her sister was no longer quite as dorky as she’d thought, Ensign Garrett vowed not to let the Romulan doctor out of her sight the for rest of her shift unless it was unavoidable.
Seemingly unphased by his counterpart’s quick change of topic, Nathan released Sural’s hand, gesturing to the door. "Follow me, Doctor," he offered brightly, appearing to have forgotten the presence of both Garrett’s as he led the way out of sickbay, still chatting away. "I'll make sure you have full access to my findings. As it is, you're in luck as we have several bodies from the last attack in my morgue. I haven't gotten around to the autopsies just yet. As for secrets, I don't have anything to hide. My medical research is open to everyone, so you're welcome to it. However, I would like to study your findings as well, if I may. You say something about a Bajoran toxin?"
The civilian doctor suddenly came a screeching halt, which required Marina to do so as well to avoid a collision with him. "Are you saying it is of Federation origin?" Nathan questioned shock evident on his face and in his voice. Now he was caught up.
Stepping in, both to remind Nathan of her presence and to defend him, as she could almost hear Sural’s disapproval at how little they knew about the toxin compared to him, as well as how long it had taken their doctor to realize the implications of what the Romulan said, Megan quickly added, “We only returned from the colony less than two hours ago, an hour of which was spent undergoing decontamination. I am sure Doctor van Breughel will be able to catch up rather quickly on all of your findings and contribute his own expertise, including the fresh samples we obtained.”
Now just beginning to understand the full diplomatic ramifications of the situation, Marina had to admit being impressed again by her sister’s quick thinking. It was so weird seeing Megan like this...but at the same time, now that she was paying close attention, the Ensign wanted to learn everything she could and play her part right.
The surprise seeming to pass, as well as the awkward pause it caused, the group continued onto sickbay, Nathan continuing to chat pleasantly. Before long, they’d arrived, and Doctor van Breughel led them to his domain. "Mi casa e su casa," he welcomed jovially. "Give me a moment, and I'll get you my research. Then we will head for the morgue,” the doctor stated while heading for his office, leaving them.
“I must return to the bridge,” Megan quickly interjected. “This is Ensign Garrett, and she will be your escort until relieved of duty. We have assigned you guest quarters, and should you wish to make use of them, she can accompany you there at any time. If you require anything else, please don’t hesitate to ask her or contact me.”
<Tag Sural>
Marina met her sister’s gaze and nodded almost imperceptibly to let her know she understood the situation and was prepared to keep a very close eye on him. Her sister nodded in return, also almost imperceptibly, and Marina smiled politely at the Romulan doctor. Her job would be to remain out of sight and mind for the most part, for him to forget about her presence so that she could truly observe him, but until Nathan returned, minute later he returned that would have to wait. “You’re the first Romulan I ever met,” she confessed with an almost naïve quality. “Is this your first time aboard a Federation starship?” she asked him sweetly, with a charming smile.
<Tag Sural>
Moving for the exit, Megan suppressed a smile. Apparently, it was in the genes... She had never realized it before, but some of Marina’s ability to charm men could also be effectively used in undercover work. It seemed they had more in common than they realized because although it almost seemed like Marina could be flirting, she knew her sister well enough to know that Sural was not her type, and too old.
Rather quickly, Nathan returned, carrying a padd and one of his cats. Handing the padd to Sural and placing the cat on the desk, the doctor explained. "He was hiding in my office again. My son isn't home, so I keep them here until he returns from school."
“I’ll keep an eye on him,” Marina offered quickly, reaching out to pet the purring cat and hoping that holding and/or petting the feline might help her blend in even more. She could already see the team of security officers spread across sickbay keeping a close eye, and they had passed two on either side of the doors as they’d entered, so although she was still a security officer and the first line of defense should any situation arise, her primary goal was observational and to keep her eyes on Sural.
"Do you have children, Sural?" Nathan queried in curiosity, and Marina suppressed a tiny smile. Between the doctor’s constant chattering and questions and the actual work, the Romulan should be sufficiently distracted, making her job much easier. As she gently stroked the soft, black fur of the still purring cat, Marina settled in for a long afternoon of quiet observation while staying as inconspicuous as possible.
<Tag Sural/Nathan>
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Megan had barely gotten halfway to turbolift when her commbadge had sounded. =^=Commander Garrett, I know that you are busy, but I would like a quick summary of what I missed while I was disposed,=^= the voice of Captain Reynolds requested.
Immensely grateful that Matt was most likely returning to duty soon, Megan stepped into the turbolift and halted it before replying, “Sir, the S’Harien is now in orbit as well, and waiting on us to set a course. I have Commander T’Ress working on examining the colony’s sensor records to determine where the enemy vessel went so we can follow, and as soon as we have a course we are to relay it to the S’Harien. Also, we have invited the Romulan doctor aboard as our guest to assist with the analysis of the toxin and development of an antidote. It was either that or our doctor going over there, and I wasn’t comfortable with that idea,” she admitted.
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Although Megan knew she needed to inform her Captain that she had a history with the Romulan Commander, she didn’t feel that over a commlink was the best time to do so, not to mention it wasn’t something she was looking forward to, nor was prepared with what exactly to tell him. Commander Garrett knew he needed to know some of the details, but she hadn’t figured out exactly how much to divulge.
Heading back toward the bridge, Megan was grateful that everything had been so well quarantined when they’d returned. She had already received glowing reports from the medical staff regarding Commander T’Ress’ work with the locations in the cargo bay, morgue, sickbay, and shuttlebay. Considering the short amount of time he’d been provided to accomplish the tasks, his work was impressive. Unfortunately, there was always more work to be done, and a lot of pressure rested on the Chief Engineer for deciphering the sensor records from the colony to determine the next course, and as hard as she knew he was working, she needed an update from him.
“Garrett to T’Ress, how are you coming on determining the attacker’s heading?” she asked, feeling a tiny bit guilty for having to bothering him so often for reports.
<Tag T’Ress>
“Keep up the good work, Commander,” Megan replied, grateful that progress was being made and hoping that soon they would be on their way to getting this mission over and done with and Commander Echal out of her life, hopefully permanently.
Stepping out onto the bridge, the atmosphere was still tense, with everyone hard at work at their respective stations as Megan took the command chair. “Report,” she ordered, knowing that Commander Pride had assumed the bridge from the helm.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2009 18:26:25 GMT
"By escort you mean guard. I understand it is no more or less than my Commander would do in your situation. You need fear not I m a simple man with simple aims" Sural replied
"To some that may be considered a state secret but yes I have. During the Dominion War I had the fortune to work alongside an alliance medical ship, the USS Galen. I was only there a few months it was an emergency posting, her chief surgeon had been killed. I didnt find much time to explore."
Sural looked at Nathan a moment, "Children?" he paused a moment "This galaxy is no place for children. Not yet anyway. So perhaps if the polite banter is over we can get to work. "
Nathan nodded, "You mentioned a Bajoran plant?"
"Yes" Sural replied handing him a PaDD. The basic genomic trace indicates a bajoran plant, however I m hoping your databases can help isolate the exact genus. I doubt the toxin is a natural product of the plant, it is possible it was engineered to produce the bio toxin or some part of its genome was implanted in a suitable bacterium for harvesting. Either way isolating the plant may help develop an anti-toxin.
Perhaps after all I could have a little time to myself? Rest and allow you to prepare. Shall we reconvene in say an hour."
TAG Nathan
"So ensign lead me to my quarters."
Marina took Sural from sickbay and led him through the Jefferson to the carefully arranged quarters. Somewhere discrete and away from any sensitive areas.
"Thank you Ensign, I assume you ll be waiting outside in case anyone tries to steal my front door" he said with a wry smile
TAG Marina
He entered the quarters. They were typical starfleet. Functional and utilitarian. It was interesting to note that the personal quarters of the Federation and the Romulan Empire were remarkable similar in their decor. Instead of taking a rest he went directly to the computer terminal and found to his delight that the console had granted him limited access. He knew full well everything he accessed would be logged and monitored but he had complete faith that he could explain all his actions.
"Computer. Display all records in the Federation Database concerning Cardassians. In particular Physiology."
"Working"
Now his work could really begin.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 20, 2009 0:15:22 GMT
"I understand, Commander, and will keep you informed as soon as I have a better lead on the ion trail. I have been going over other scans and have noticed other ion trails from other attacks. I have concluded even though they are different, I believe they come from the same ship. Somebody has gone through a lot of effort to change it so much that it sticks out. It’s as if it’s a text book trail with ideal readings. I won’t bore you but know ship runs at text book settings. We all change things just a little to improve systems. For example, if somebody offers you a phaser, you’re going to adjust the settings and power to your preferred settings. It’s the same with a ship.”
“So what you’re saying is that these attackers left a bunch of trails to throw us off, and modified one to stand out as text book, presumably to look like the real one,” Govan commented, refusing to actually ask for clarification, as he hated appearing inept. “Continue to sift through the trails to try and determine which one is real. The Jefferson is reviewing the colony’s sensor records to actually follow the ship out,” Echal ordered, hoping that even though it would be best to know for sure from the sensor records that they would at least be able to confirm with their own findings.
"Commander, those new weapons settings you had me install have boosted our combat advantage. We are now evenly matched against the Jefferson," the Sub-Commander added somewhat casually, and from the slightly raised volume of his voice, Govan knew that Terrh was actually speaking for the crew’s benefit not his.
Offering a slight smile, which ended up looking more like a grimace than anything, the Commander replied, “That is good to hear. Hopefully we won’t need to engage them, but it’s good to know that we’re ready to challenge them should we need to.”
"As soon as I have something, I'll let you know, Commander. Also, the Jefferson has scanned us. Nothing to worry about, just the normal Federation scan of ships they meet. They have not done anything too detailed yet," the Chief Engineer added.
“Tactical is watching their every move. I’ll have them inform you when they make a sensor sweep so you can further analyze the scale of the potential threat. Hopefully you will be able to determine which ion trail is the correct one roughly around the same time that they find the ship’s departure in the records so that we can confirm.”
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Upon leaving Engineering, Govan continued to wander, still unsure of what to do and where to go. He had just come from the Engine Room, there was no way he was visiting Tevio, and with Sural on the Jefferson, there was no excuse for visiting Tamir. Besides, she would be able to tell something was bothering him, and he really didn’t want to discus it. Technically he should probably head for the bridge, but he didn’t want to talk to Megan again so soon, whether that made him a coward or not.
What he really needed to do was come to some sort of resolution with the situation, how he was going to deal with it, but that would require thinking about it, or worse talking about it, so instead he was trying to keep busy, not think about it, and just push through this mission. It wasn’t exactly the smartest way to handle it, but it was the only way Govan knew to cope, not being the “in-touch-with-his-feelings” type.
The holodeck still called to him…beating a holographic then Lieutenant Garrett to a bloody pulp. That was how he best dealt with his feelings, but to avoid the bridge he needed a good excuse, and venting was not good enough. So, he wandered the ship, providing the appearance of being very busy while doing nothing at all. It was somewhat helpful, at least delaying the inevitable, but unfortunately, he was gradually winding his way upward, deck by deck, getting closer to his eventual and ultimately unavoidable destination. At least he was having fun terrorizing all of the unsuspecting officers he was running into, but he was well aware he was stalling.
Finally unable to avoid the inevitable any longer, Govan returned to the bridge and took his command chair. No one said anything or acknowledged his presence, much as he preferred. There he sat, glaring at the viewscreen as if the image of Garrett were there, waiting and plotting until the Jefferson, and she, would hail them again.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2009 3:50:57 GMT
“Garrett to T’Ress, how are you coming on determining the attacker’s heading?” she asked, feeling a tiny bit guilty for having to bothering him so often for reports.
The feline in question tapped his combadge carefully, thinking slowly to himself as he performed this action. He started to speak, but only after he ceased examining a console. Though he would never complain, and in fact such an act was vastly against the usual modus operandi for a Caitian, he was quite busy from her previous task. It did not in any way, though, make him angry. Instead he was quite glad to test his skills as an engineer in every case that there was to test them.
“Let me see what I can do,” he started to answer, “I am sure that I should be able to handle this, at least within some fair boundaries. Anyways, merrow, such an operation is never fowl proof. Instead, there is a great degree of error. I believe that you should be aware of that..”
Purring carefully, he leaned over the console, starting to activate a few more controls as he did so, “Murr, I am attempting to pinpoint the conditions now.” Displaying his claws as he tapped out across the screen, he once more offered an interested murmur as he gazed over the computer, “Yes, yes, I believe I have some of the coordinates of the attacker’s heading. Bearing 937852, Mark 18. Is that correct according to your approximations? Is there anything further that I should be able to do?”
He remained silent for a moment before walking over to another console with a flicker of his tail, tapping against his leg. “Should I perhaps send a star chart to your position?”
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OOC: By the way, was the Terrh tag for me? Thanks!
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