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Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2009 2:49:00 GMT
Once Tedak had left the bridge, followed closely by Dor’vel, Govan turned to Lhoell. “Once Ch’varak is back, activate the cloak and set a course following that trail at maximum warp. Use extreme caution, but we have to ensure we get to him first.”
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Settling in his chair, Govan glared at the viewscreen some more. The end was near, but it couldn’t come soon enough. Seeing Megan had gotten to him, something he had sworn would never happen. He had known her survival was a possibility, but it wasn’t something he allowed himself to dwell on, let alone the fact that he’d have to deal with her again. The sad truth was, he didn’t know her. He thought he had, but the person he had known was a fake, an act. She was a stranger to him.
=/\=Bridge, transporter operator five, Lieutenant Tevio is aboard,=/\= Transporter Room Five reported, creating surge of relief as well as fury from the Commander.
“Acknowledged,” Echal replied before closing the channel. Let Ch’varak do what he would. Eventually, Tevio would have to face his Commander, but for now, Govan had other, more important things to do. The Legate’s time would come soon enough.
“Activate the cloak and follow that shuttle,” Echal ordered, sitting up and leaning forward in anticipation. Now, they just had to apprehend Raltorr and this nightmare of a mission would be over. “Lhoell, monitor that shuttle closely once we’re within range. I want to be prepared for any aggression. Stay cloaked, but the moment it reacts to our presence, drop the cloak, raise the shields, and charge the weapons.”
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Govan was now a little anxious. He wanted this mission ended, but he hadn’t yet received a report on the inoculations, and that needed to be done before catching up with Raltorr. Also, he knew the Jefferson would not be pleased with the S’Harien suddenly cloaking and taking off like this, and so he needed Tedak on the bridge to deal with them should they begin to whine. Hopefully by then, they would already have Raltorr, but either way, Echal did not want to deal with Captain Reynolds or Commander Garrett again. He would leave that to the diplomatic professionals…
“Sir, the Jefferson appears to be following us,” the Sub-Lieutenant at Ops reported.
Growling in frustration, Govan spun to face Taev. “Keep the frequencies constantly rotating...that should make it more difficult for them to track us,” he ordered moodily.
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For the first time since the engineer’s reassignment, Echal actually missed Terrh. He would have come up with new ways to keep the Jefferson from detecting them. Govan was still facing the back of the bridge when the turbolift doors opened and deposited the Chief Intelligence Officer onto the deck with a datapadd in his hand. For a moment, the Commander just stared at the Legate, his expression strangely blank. That didn’t last long, as soon enough he was so furious he honestly wanted to kill Tevio, but instead, he turned around and faced the viewscreen once more.
“Time to intercept?” Govan snapped in the direction of the helm. Tevio was playing a very dangerous game, but the next move was his to make, whatever it would be.
“Twenty-five minutes, Commander,” the helmsman replied carefully, his eyes fixed forward. Everyone had fallen eerily silent, as they waited to see what would happen.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2009 3:55:09 GMT
Taev kept the shuttle on long range sensors but they needed to get that shuttle. Thankfully, the Commander thoguht so as well. βOnce Chβvarak is back, activate the cloak and set a course following that trail at maximum warp. Use extreme caution, but we have to ensure we get to him first.β
"Yes, sir." Taev waited for a time and he heard the call that Ch'varak was onboard.
βActivate the cloak and follow that shuttle,β Echal ordered, βLhoell, monitor that shuttle closely once weβre within range. I want to be prepared for any aggression. Stay cloaked, but the moment it reacts to our presence, drop the cloak, raise the shields, and charge the weapons.β
"As you wish Commander." He raised the cloak as the helmsman took the ship to maximum warp, in pursuit of the shuttle. Taev at that point made certain the S'Harien's weapon systems, shields, and engines were at peak efficiency. They were as good as could be expected. Taev looked up and around the bridge, noting the reactions of the bridge crew. All seemed to be on edge, but none more than Commander Echal. Taev could tell the Romulan was uneasy about everything. With so much deception and now the Romulan Ambassador onboard, a single would most likely turn the Romulan Commander's anger out. Taev of course was in a relaxed mood. He would pay more attention as they got closer to the shuttle, but as he happened to look down, he saw something he wasn't particularly amused to see. Ops also confirmed it.
βSir, the Jefferson appears to be following us,β the Sub-Lieutenant at Ops reported.
Govan spun to face Taev. βKeep the frequencies constantly rotating...that should make it more difficult for them to track us,β he ordered moodily.
"Yes sir, however may I suggest that the humans have found a way to penetrate our cloak. Its a long shot, but it might be possible"
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Taev did as he was ordered. He kept the cloaking frequency at a modulating level. Of course, if the Jefferson HAD found a way to penetrate the cloak, it would not matter in the slightest. But for now, he would optimistically assume they had not.
The bridge door opened, revealing a none to happy sight. The Chief Intelligence officer walked through. ~This is not going to be pleasant. . .~ Taev looked at Commander Echal, who was obviously furious. The Commander said nothing.
At that point the helm reported the intercept time to be twenty-five minutes. Taev readied all offensive and defensive systems. Time would only tell what would happen now.
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Post by Valad Tavik on Nov 7, 2009 3:56:17 GMT
Valad had eventually sat down in the big chair after wandering the bridge for a while. Not much had been found, be he was certain it wouldn't be long. He had set the main viewscreen stayed on the S'Harien. He felt it was a security blanket, not that ops, tactical, or helm wouldn't see the Romulan ship move. Valad sighed and rubbed his hands over his eyes and forehead. It was almost boring sitting up on the bridge. But if he wanted to be a Captain one of these days, he would have to get used to it. He brought his hand down and looked up at the screen. At that same instant, the S'Harien began to turn. Its cloak began go up, but he saw that they jumped to warp just before they went invisible.
Valad jumped out of the seat. "Where the hell are they going? Monica, get that program going now. Relay coordinates to helm. Helm, pursuit course. Maximum warp!"
Valad almost jumped out of the excitement. His adrenaline was pumping now. "Red Alert. Captain Reynolds to the bridge," he said into the Comm.
He walked up to the ops station. "What the hell did leave in such a hurry for? You picking anything up?"
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He sighed. "This is one bloody inconvenience." He looked at the sensor readings as Monica brought them up. He saw a very small blip on the screen. "What in hell is that? A shuttle?"
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"Helm, course change. Ops has your heading. Keep at Maximum. I'll be damned if that Romulan piece of junk gets there first." He walked back to the chair and sat down.
A short while later, the Captain made his appearance. Valad stood up and moved to the ops station. "The S'Harien cloaked and made a beeline out of here. I took the liberty of setting a pursuit course. We picked up a shuttle and we think that is what they are after. Another piece of this puzzle may yet unwind."
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As he took the ops station, he said to Monica, "Of course I would appreciate you to remain on the bridge. We make a good team, you know." Valad smiled at her before turning back to the ops console. This would all hopefully be over soon.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2009 5:44:23 GMT
"Naturally," Tevio replied, which only irritated her further. Growing more reluctant with each passing moment, Megan nodded to one of the guards, who, as reluctant as she, dropped the forcefield. It was like watching a dangerous, wild animal being released from its cage, ready to find new prey, and she hated it. He belonged in there. He was a criminal who had taken two innocent lives and hurt several more.
Their soon-to-be-released prisoner was silent the entire journey to the transporter room, and Megan was just fine with that. She didn’t want to talk to him anymore. It was all she could do to restrain herself from giving him a good, solid punch to the face once they arrived. In spite of the fact that there would most likely not be any repercussions from such an act and it would make her feel so much better, there was nothing to be gained by losing control like that, even if it was for just a moment.
"Thank you for your hospitality, Commander," the Romulan offered once he was safely standing on the transporter padd out of her reach. “Please, pass on similar sentiments to Captain Reynolds. Your treatment of me was much appreciated."
If he’d been anywhere near her, Megan would have punched him then, but she’d have to go well out of her way to do so, and she wasn’t about to do that. Instead, she gritted her teeth and replied, “It was more than you deserved.” It was far from diplomatic or pleasant, but it was the best she could do under the circumstances. “Please say hello to Govan for me,” she added, knowing that would irritate Echal, before nodding to the operator to get Tevio out of her sight, and off the Jefferson.
The guards looked as miserable as she felt. After all, one of their own had died. It probably would have made them feel better if she’d hit him once too...and Govan would have known it was from her. Sadly, she no longer had the opportunity. After dismissing the team, Megan made her way to the turbolift to return to the bridge, only to be stopped a few steps later by the unyielding blare of the red alert. Echal had pulled something once he got his officer back. Taking off at a sprint to the lift, Commander Garrett hated thinking the Romulan Commander might win this round.
Once she arrived on the bridge and took her station, she started to get a clearer picture. “Ambassador Tedak mentioned someone who had claimed responsibility. If I’m right, that person is in the shuttle and has been in contact with the S’Harien.”
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Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2009 6:07:50 GMT
So with nothing much to do, Commander Garrett had turned her attention to a few necessary but somewhat menial command duties. βGarrett to TβRess, Commander would you please report to sickbay and take a look at the EMH? It hasnβt worked properly in some time, and with Doctor van Breughel injured, it is very necessary.β
He looked up carefully, nodding with a bit of a slow stance to his position. The feline looked to her with an exhalation, before he grasped the severity of the condition. He technically should not have been leaving his post. He had those previous calculations to continue the observation of. Such a case was clearly going to take some creative choices in the manner in which it should be carried out.
Therefore, he came up with a plan to operate on. It was, as with every single last one of his ideas, a completely theoretical and untested idea that he came up with right on the spot that had a chance of being almost completely unsuccessful. However, that was the way that he had always liked it. He wanted to push himself as an engineer so that he could always prove himself to be better.
Looking at the screen in front of him, he glared grimly at the engineering readout. Tapping his paw to the screen with a flicker of his tail back and forth to indicate that he was thinking, he read off the data regarding the EMH. From this, he was able to ascertain that his idea may have a chance of working.
Tapping his paw back and forth, he looked up in the way that he always did when speaking to the computer.
βMerrow, Computer! Reset the EMH program.β
=^= Please state security clearance =^=
βMurrr, JβVarr TβRess, Chief Engineering Officer, USS Jeffersonβ
=^= Emergency Medical Hologram Program Force Quit =^=
The feline waited a few moments with his tail quite rigid before hearing the computer speak once more.
=^= The Emergency Medical Hologram Program has been Restarted =^=
Looking back to Megan, he bowed his head, βMurr, please inspect the EMH now.β
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Post by Valad Tavik on Nov 9, 2009 1:16:48 GMT
JP between Jayden Mitchell, D'Etora Maron, and Nathan van Breughel
Still flexing his fingers, trying to shake the pain out of them, Jayden stalked out of sickbay, without looking back. His dark eyes appeared almost black with emotion, the hurt was visible on his face. Already he regretted having struck him, and already he regretted what he'd done, but it wasn't to be undone. He could only pray Nathan would forgive him, one day. Yet, the anger and disappointment remained. With a brisk pace, he walked on.
D'Etora had just woken up moments before when she heard some arguing. ~In a sickbay of all places ~ she thought to herself. Finding out it was the Jefferson's renegade Doctor and his husband could only have surprised her if nothing had gone wrong. But she had felt love before, and knew what the pain was like to lose someone, and also the pain and anger of one who had survived.
The Engineering crewman yawned and stretched her arms. She was feeling much better now. She was still a little sore, but that would probably just be a matter of exercising it out. She tested out sitting up and then briefly standing, just to see where she was with her recovery. Finally standing, she stretched again.
Nathan saw D'Etora sit up, but with the captain standing right next to him, there was nothing he could do. "Go after him!" he cried out, "please, get him back here!" He felt the captain's hand on his arm, restraining him. He subsided, sadness in his eyes. He never wanted to disobey, he never meant to hurt the people he loved. Why did it happen? He had tried so hard. "Go after him D'Etora, please, I beg of you."
"Me?" D'Etora looked at the doctor and then the Captain, who stood expressionless. ~He didn't say no, I guess ~ she thought as she left sickbay and went in search for Mitchell. He was still stalking away, but she caught up to him in just a short while. "Corporal Mitchell? Doctor van Breughel asks that you return, sir."
Jayden kept walking. "I've nothing to say to him," he snapped back, "how come you're charging after me then?"
"It was at his request sir. He is upset, probably more so because you left." She kept up with him, not intending him to get away. "I'm not trying to butt in, sir, but I really think you should go back. If you think he should be in the brig, then you should see it through. He'll know its for real then."
The marine stopped walking and whirled around. "Damn right he's upset," he snarled, "what do you think I am? Do you think I liked doing that? I'm not going back just yet. He brought this upon himself, and if he's got any thought for us at all, he'll not whine about it. He was wrong to get up and work, he disobeyed standing orders. I'm not covering for him this time. He'll never learn." Except, he wasn't Starfleet, and never would be, and Jayden knew that all too well.
D'Etora got a little angry herself. "Hey, don't take this out on me." She turned away from him for a short moment and to herself but loud enough so he could hear said, "I do a good deed in this galaxy and this is the crap I have to deal with." She turned back to face him. "Look, if you don't want to go back and deal with this, fine. I'm going back to sickbay. I'll let him know that you won't be coming because you like to take your anger out on the universe instead of dealing with it." She turned round and started to head back to sickbay.
"Wait." Jayden took a deep breath. "Look, I'm sorry.." He could sense her anger and disappointment. "I shouldn't take this out on you. I'm sorry." He took another deep breath. "I love him, very much. He just gets so...reckless. It's sometimes almost as if he just doesn't care about anything but his patients. He does, before he thinks. He needs to learn that doing before thinking has consequences." He shook his head. "I can't face him just now."
The half-klingon slowed her pace as Mitchell spoke, finally coming to a stop. She did not turn to face him, but turned her head slightly, sighing. "I don't know a whole lot about you two. I'm not going to bother trying right now, but you both need each other right now more than anything. If you don't want to see him now don't, but go and see him as soon as you can." She continued walking.
Again, the young Betazoid sighed. "I know we need eachother," he replied softly, "more than you can imagine. But he needs to think about our children too..." He shook his head. "I'm going back to the barracks for a bit, before going home. Tell him I'm not coming back just now, tell him I need to cool off first, because I will say things I'll regret, and I don't want to do that too him." He smiled an embarassed smile. "He doesn't take getting shouted at very well. I don't want to put his sanity on the line, you see."
"I'll tell him." D'Etora continued on to sickbay. She entered and made her way to the doctor. She stood at the foot of his bed. She told the doctor of the exchange of words and relayed Mitchell's message. She added, "Just give him some time. This doesn't need to get any worse than it already is."
Nathan sighed in misery, but nodded. "I understand," he replied. He did understand, but that didn't mean he liked it. "Thank you crewman, for trying."
"Yeah. No problem." D'Etora sighed, a little disappointed, and walked back over to her bed and looked around to see who was in charge of sickbay. She wanted to get out.
Nathan shot one look at the captain, then called her back. "Why don't you go back to your quarters," he told her gently, feeling Matt's grip on his arm tighten. "Captain please, I'm not going anywhere..." Other than the brig, probably, he thought grimly. He prayed the captain would relent, and let him go home instead, and stay there. Then at least he wouldn't be tempted to help his patients.
D'Etora looked back at him. He probably wasn't the one who could really let her go, but it was an exit. She took it. "Thanks." She surveyed the scene of Captain Reynolds holding the doctor and said, "I hope everything turns out alright." She left sickbay and made her way to her quarters.
"So do I," Nathan whispered sadly, laying back on the bed, "so do I."
The walk back to her quarters was swift for D'Etora. She was on a mission and it was to get away from being cooped up all day long. She was finally free. She asked the computer to locate Valad and found that he was on the bridge. She decided against calling him and decided to go find something to do. She put on some work out clothes and went to the gym. It was empty as expected. Everyone would be working on whatever was happening out in space. She used the time she had now to get her body back to full activity. She began a calisthenics workout and after finishing went for some basic weight training. She began to feel better and better. After about a half hour more of exercise, the Alert Siren began to blare. She thought about just returning back to her quarters since she wasn't officially on duty yet, but she couldn't deny the excitement any longer. She immediately went to engineering.
She walked in, noticing that Commander T'Ress had yet to return to engineering. She assumed then that Lieutenant Gerry Mrak was in command in engineering. She found the Lieutenant after short search. The engineers were all hard at work, finishing preparations. The Lieutenant looked up at her as she approached. "I heard you had been shot."
"You can't get rid of me that easily," she said smiling.
The Lieutenant smiled as well. "Engineering to Bridge. We're at peak efficiency."
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"Well, since you are here, I might as well use you. Upstairs if you would please."
D'Etora nodded and went to secondary engineering to take her usual station. ~This should be fun.~
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Post by Matthew Reynolds on Nov 10, 2009 16:53:21 GMT
The call from Jayden stopped Matthew in his tracks. They were close to ending this all and Nathan was the last thing he thought he would be dealing with at this time. Matt knew that Jayden loved Nathan very much and that it had not been easy for him to turn Nathan in. Even though there were many pressing matters to deal with, Matt was going to take care of Nathan immediately. He would be gone for only a few minutes.
"All yours captain," he offered, "goodbye Nathan. You think good on what I've told you. And when you do, you'll understand why."
Matt looked at Jayden as he walked away from both of them and he knew that he was hurting inside. Matt then turned his attention to Nathan and just looked upon his chief medical officer. In truth, Matt knew that Nathan only wanted to do what he thought was best, but his complete disregard for orders could not be ignored anymore.
"Nathan why would you risk being parted from your family?" Matt asked already knowing what he was most likely going to say," the fact that Jayden contacted me has to knock some sense into you."
"He betrayed me," Nathan murmured sadly, "I haven't done anything wrong. I wasn't on duty, I haven't left sickbay...I just made him comfortable, just like I've been sitting with Marina to keep her company." He didn't look up at Matt, keeping his eyes on his hands instead.
"I've known you for a long time now and I know that you live by your oath as a healer and doctor, but you are a father and husband now. Your children need you now more than ever," Matt said understanding that Nathan needed to understand that his actions had consequences.
"I know," Nathan whispered, almost inaudible. Only now did he look up to look Matt in the eyes; he didn't like what he saw, and knew what he was about to say. Resigned, he waited to hear his fate being called upon him.
"I hate to do this Nathan, but as of right now you are suspended from duty and are not to enter sickbay without my direct approval," Matt said a tad harshly," you will submit your recommendation for your temporary replacement."
"But I wasn't on duty!" the doctor argued, bewildered and stricken, "and how can I not enter sickbay? I'm confined here, I was shot!" He breathed heavily, willing himself to calm down. The captain wasn't to be budged and he knew. "Hannah Lowell will be in charge," he replied dutifully, fearful by the harshness in the captain's voice. It took all of his willpower not to cower in fear, but he was secretly pleased that he had suceeded. At least he hadn't been confined to solitary confinement, that was something.
"Nathan, as a friend I beg you to take this time to reflect on your actions," Matt said with a softer tone," You are good doctor, but you are much more than that and you need to remember that."
"Yes captain, I will," he promised, praying that this time he would get the chance to do what he had set out to do from the start: do what he was told, and stay out of trouble. Just for once at least. "I will at least try," he vowed, "as I have been doing." He fidgeted with the pillow that was lying on the bed, as he sat up. 'Captain.." But Matt interrupted him.
"Look, why don't you bring the kids to my quarters for dinner, I haven't been able to see your little girl in a long time and Caleb loves spending time with Freddy," Matt said," we will talk later Nathan, right now I needed on the bridge."
"Yes captain, we will be there sir." Dinner with the captain, rather than marched off to the brig. He still couldn't grasp it, how had that happened? "I will return to my quarters immediately, and stay there until such time as dinner is due," he vowed. After all, hadn't he just been banned from sickbay? Until further notice? He didn't smile as he rose from the bed, grasped Matt's arm in an attempt to appear grateful, then walked from sickbay. A single guard in tow, though the officer's weapon was not drawn, and was actually appearing quite chatty and pleasant.
ooc: Kinda turned it into a JP....- Nathan
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Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2009 5:20:51 GMT
"Time to intercept?" Echal said, his expression not visible to Tevio now that the Commander had turned his back on the Legate - physically if not figuratively.
As for Tevio himself, it was all he could do to prevent a snigger from escaping his throat. It was a dangerous attitude to have in the extremely tenuous position he was in, but that was how he genuinely felt. Of course, whether that snigger would have been hollow or true was another matter.
Only now did Tevio recognise the lack of general speech on the bridge at that moment. All were now held on a string of maximum suspense for this moment... whatever that might be. The meeting of Commander and Intelligence chief after a particularly daring if - mainly - failed mission conducted by the latter. What was the issue really? Tevio joked darkly with himself.
The Legate did eventually visibly acknowledge the silence of the bridge crew; even the beeping of the consoles seemed to have minimised, so that total attention could be given over to the duo with no ambient distractions.
Without further delay, Tevio simply walked up to the Commander's chair, showing himself not to be afraid of passing within striking distance. He did however, keep his common sense, not stepping up alongside Govan but remaining one step down on the bridge's pedestal and slightly behind the seat itself. Of course, that last curiosity of spatial positioning could be construed as the body-language of a backstabber.
"I have suggestions for Raltorr's capture," Tevio stated, producing a previously concealed datapad from behind his back. He offered it to Govan Echal, again using common sense and not literally forcing it under the Commander's nose. "We, meaning intelligence, should be able to hack into his systems and cut his engine power by one half, or more. But importantly we would be able to disable his defensive systems. Tractor beams, shields, weapons, if the shuttle he is using is thus equipped."
There was utter silence. Tevio thought to himself that he'd like to have one of the crew drop a pin, to hear if the sound was audible given the current levels of noise.
"That should cut our intercept time by half or more, of course, and likely give us an easier time when it comes to the renegade's capture." Tevio reasoned that it was best to keep talking, so as not to allow Echal too much time to ponder on whatever distasteful torture-form he had planned.
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Tevio waited while the Commander had the crew utilise his information to the appropriate extent. Normally he would have said something to the effect of, 'I will be in intelligence if I am required.' But in this case and under the circumstances, it was best just to await new instructions.
"I am at your disposal, Echal."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2009 10:28:27 GMT
Sural looked up from his work as the Ambassador appeared and introduced himself. He instantly weighed up the man and assigned him as one of the insufferable politicians who thought far too highly of themselves.
"I see. The Commander is well aware of the status of the antidote. It is done. That is why you are being inncoulated. And may I add it is a little late to request an innoculation when you have plainly already arranged such with my Nurse. It is such inefficent babling that I have come to expect from the political classes. I would prefer if you were direct and to the point. I have much work to do." Sural paused to review the PaDD, "You may inform the Commander that the innoculations are going well and that aside from a few people suffering mild nausea there are no ill effects. Thank you" with that Sural lowered his gaze back to his work, a clear sign that he was done talking.
When he noticed Tedak still stood there he said, "Tamir. The Ambassador is ready for his shot now please see to its administration"
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Raltorr was so close to anoymous freedom that he could practically taste it. The small and weak shuttle was nearly outside of the planetary and solar gravity well. Once clear and in clear space he could activate his warp engines and be clear away, without needing to rely on the S'harien. Checking the sensors he noted with mounting concern that the stand off between the Romulan and Starfleet Ship was over. The S'Harien was already on a direct intercept and the Jefferson seemed to be following. That puzzled Raltorr. He knew cloak frequencies and was able to get a rough idea of teh S'hariens location, the Jefferson shouldnt be able to. Perhaps it was coincidence that both were now focused on him or was it possible that the Jefferson could detect the cloaked S'Harien.
This added a new dimension to the puzzle. The cloak had given the SHarien the tactical advantage but now that playing field was level. Both ships were in a sense evenly matched. Suddenly his priorities were different before being aboard the Romulan ship under cloak offered him the best chance of escape. But now perhaps the Federation ship was better. Yes the Federation would arrest and try him but they would only lock him up. The Romulans should they wish could execute him. There was less chance of escape on the Federation ship than the Romulan one but greater chance of life.
He decided. If the ships caught him before he could get to warp he would hand himself over to Starfleet. It was going to be a close run thing.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2009 21:05:41 GMT
Frowning, Tedak stared at the doctor. "I think you didn't listen to what I said," he remarked quietly, "I didn't request to be inoculated, I said I was requested to be. And from Govan, I daresay a request can be considered an order?" He bowed slightly. "As you say, you have work to do. I will pass your sentiments on to the commander. Good day doctor."
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He turned and faced Tamir. "Insufferable man," he murmured to her, "how can you stand to work with him?" He rolled up his sleeve to bare his arm to her. "Go ahead..."
As he waited, he studied her. "T'Val misses you, I'm sure she and Stuart would have you back as soon as you would say the word. Rayna too misses you, though I haven't seen her in a fair while. She resides on Qualinost a lot, studying Debrune medical techniques." He reached to caress her cheek. "I'll not bother you too much while I'm here. Open signs of affection only seem to enrage Govan, and I don't want to put you in any danger."
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He gave her a kiss on her brow, bowed again then departed sickbay. He needed more information on what was going on, Govan hadn't been too forthcoming, and Tedak felt he was hiding information. However, now that the intelligence officer was returned, perhaps he could be of assistance. He sought the officer out at his earliest opportunity.
"Ch'varak, a word if you please. What do you know of current situation. I am here to mediate between us and the Federation, but I get the feeling I'm not told what I need to know. And if I am missing vital information, then lives could be lost. On either side." He smiled, almost dangerously. "Don't worry about clearance levels. Mine quite supercede yours. Diplomatic clearance."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2009 6:18:03 GMT
Tamir had almost finished preparing enough inoculations for the bridge and medical staff when Tedak returned, not looking particularly happy. "Insufferable man…how can you stand to work with him?" Before she could reply, the Ambassador raised his sleeve in preparation to receive his dose of anti-toxin. "Go ahead..." he directed.
Not thinking it wise to question him and grateful that she did not have to answer what now appeared to be a rhetorical question, the nurse simply nodded before retrieving the correct dosage. Tamir was jumpy though she did not know exactly why. Tedak was a friend, and yet she was nervous and uncomfortable around him now. Whether it was merely a reaction to what had happened earlier or because dealing with him on the S’Harien was unfamiliar, she wasn’t entirely sure, but either way, she was feeling tense as she administered the injection to him as requested.
"T'Val misses you. I'm sure she and Stuart would have you back as soon as you would say the word. Rayna too misses you, though I haven't seen her in a fair while. She resides on Qualinost a lot, studying Debrune medical techniques." Tamir missed them too, but her place was here on the S’Harien now with Govan. She was trying to figure out how to explain this to him when he reached out to touch her face, which startled her. "I'll not bother you too much while I'm here. Open signs of affection only seem to enrage Govan, and I don't want to put you in any danger."
Gaping at him in confusion, Tamir was not prepared when he kissed her forehead, bowed, and then left the nurse staring after him in shock. She did not understand what he was talking about…open signs of affection? They were friends, but there was nothing further between them, at least not that she could remember... What had meant by that? Plus, he clearly did not understand Govan because she could never be in danger from him. It was Tedak who could be in danger and a lot of it.
“Are you alright?” The voice startled her again, and Tamir flinched automatically before seeing Dor’vel standing nearby, actually taking a step back at her response.
Quickly composing her expression, the nurse attempted a smile. “I’m fine. He is a friend from when I worked on Assailant. I guess I had forgotten how...friendly they are.” Dor’vel didn’t look like he was buying that, so she quickly asked, “Shouldn’t you have gone with him? I thought you were protecting him or else watching him...”
“He can look after himself,” Dor’vel replied simply. He too did not know what was going on here, but he knew perfectly well that Govan would shoot Tedak himself if he had been here, so staying with Tamir was probably what Echal would want.
Still trying to wrap her head around what had just happened, Tamir tried to change the subject. “Well, the inoculations are ready for the bridge crew. I should probably get up there to administer them,” the nurse announced, trying to sound as cheerful as possible, lifting the case she had just snapped shut and heading for the doors.
“I will accompany you,” Dor’vel offered immediately, quickly matching her strides with his own but staying a good distance away. The girl was scared, and he wasn’t going to make it worse. “I can carry that for you…if you would like,” he added quietly.
Something about the Centurion made her feel safer. He was a calming presence, respectful of her space and wishes. She could see why Govan trusted him. “Thank you,” Tamir replied, feeling herself start to relax as she allowed him to take the case from her. It wasn’t heavy, but she appreciated the gesture. “It’s very kind of you.”
Ducking his head slightly, he simply replied, “You’re welcome,” before coming to a halt and signaling for the lift at its entrance. She wasn’t quite what he expected when he’d heard the rumors that Echal had some sort of girlfriend onboard. They didn’t seem like a good fit really. In fact, they seemed like a very odd pair indeed. “You should have told the Ambassador to…back off if you were uncomfortable, in spite of the ‘friendly Federation’ reasons. He is right that Echal would not be happy.”
Suppressing a giggle, Tamir instead just smiled. “No, he wouldn’t, but it’s not my head that would end up rolling.” Wincing at that image, the nurse added, “I don’t want anyone getting hurt over me...especially when it was just a misunderstanding. You won’t tell him, will you? Please?” she pleaded, turning desperate eyes on him.
Now it was Dor’vel’s turn to wince, although far more subtly. It was the same look his younger sister would give him, one he could never refuse. But this was duty... “I am under obligation to inform the Commander of anything I observe,” he replied evenly, but the look on this face caused him to add, “But I shall attempt to ensure that he understands that there was no harm intended and that you were not hurt.”
Since that was probably the best he could do, Tamir had no choice to accept it. “I understand...” she replied as the doors slid open and they both stepped aboard it. “I can see why Govan trusts you,” she added offhandedly as the doors slid closed.
Absolutely shocked, Dor’vel nearly dropped the case, his usual, impenetrable mask dropping entirely. “He…said that?” the Centurion blurted out before he could stop.
Wincing again, Tamir quickly replied. “Oh...I shouldn’t have said that! I...” Dor’vel looked so surprised that her shock quickly dissipated and she almost giggled again before she settled on a response. “Well...no he didn’t come out and say that, but I can tell that he does. But please, PLEASE don’t say I said anything. I know you’re under obligation but...he won’t kill me, but he’ll be very cross, and then it will take him forever before he’ll talk to me again. He doesn’t want me acting so familiar for my safety, but I really don’t think you would hurt me, which is why I messed up…”
Having finally composed himself, this time, the Centurion agreed. “I won’t tell him you said anything,” Dor’vel replied. “But the Commander is correct. You should be very careful how you talk. He is…not a popular man, and you could be in danger.”
Breathing a sigh of relief, Tamir nodded, looking down at the ground. “I know... I’ve only just realized how right he is, and I’m...glad I only made this mistake with you.”
Concerned and about to ask her what she meant, Dor’vel never got the chance as the doors opened onto the bridge, and he quickly schooled his features as before.
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As the silence continued, Govan continued to stare ahead unmoving, listening as the Legate took several careful steps in his direction. Thanks to the silence, Echal could track his every move, waiting to see what Tevio would do and plotting what the Commander wanted to do. Finally, the steps stopped, and the Intelligence Chief spoke. "I have suggestions for Raltorr's capture," Tevio stated calmly, extending a padd just into Govan’s field of vision. “We, meaning intelligence, should be able to hack into his systems and cut his engine power by one half or more, but importantly we would be able to disable his defensive systems, tractor beams, shields, weapons, if the shuttle he is using is thus equipped.” There was a pause, before the Legate added, "That should cut our intercept time by half or more, of course, and likely give us an easier time when it comes to the renegade's capture," before he went silent.
Still refusing to look at Tevio, as doing so would most likely snap the tenuous grasp he had on his temper, Echal instead turned the other direction to the Intelligence station. “Do it,” he brusquely ordered the officer stationed there with a mild sense of accomplishment as Ch’varak’s associate in question hurried to do as he was told.
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Echal expected Tevio to make a hasty retreat at this point, but the man didn’t move, standing there slight behind the chair. The longer he stood there, the quieter the bridge seemed to get, until finally, he spoke again. "I am at your disposal, Echal."
It was a very poor choice of words on the Legate’s part... Govan could think of so many different ways to dispose of Tevio, ones that would certainly make him feel a lot better, but there wasn’t time for that. Sadly, his revenge would have to wait... It took Echal several moments to regather his control before he replied. “Get off of my bridge and out of my sight…” the Commander stated as carefully as possible, as all it would take is any single provocation for his restraint to go out the airlock.
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Once the footsteps had finally made their way back to the turbolift and the doors closed, Govan took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Soon he wouldn’t have to restrain himself, but it couldn’t come soon enough. “May I suggest that the Humans have found a way to penetrate our cloak. It’s a long shot, but it might be possible."
The voice had come from tactical, and as much as Echal hated it, it made sense. “Well there’s nothing we can do about that. Just keep rotating all the frequencies.”
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At least now they were making progress...they just had to get to that shuttle first. The sound of the doors opening behind him caused a surge of fury as he spun to tear into Tevio for coming back. When he saw a scared looking Tamir come through the doors instead, he froze instantly, quickly erasing any trace of anger, but said nothing. He would let her speak first, considering his sudden change of disposition.
Govan had looked so terrifying when he’d turned, but as soon as his expression softened she relaxed, glad she wasn’t whoever he’d been expecting. “I have the inoculations for the bridge crew,” Tamir announced softly accepting her case back from Dor’vel with a silent smile of thanks. “Where would you like me to start, Sir?”
Something had passed between the nurse and Centurion, what Govan couldn’t tell, so he didn’t know if he liked it or not. “Start with Dor’vel and end with me,” Echal ordered in his usual gruff tone, knowing she wouldn’t buy it. Last time she’d called it grumpy and cute, which he hated, but as long as no one else got that, there was no harm done. “Helm, what’s our new estimated time to intercept?” he demanded.
Again finding Govan’s stern act adorable, Tamir smiled softly as she retrieved the first dose and gave it to the waiting Centurion. His stern act was back as well, and the nurse understood his need for the distance, but still smiled at him as she gave him the anti-toxin. “All done,” she announced pleasantly before moving to the next.
Nodding stoically, Dor’vel moved back to the auxiliary station. This was a far more interesting situation between Govan and Tamir than he’d realized, and it required further observation and analysis before he could form a more objective judgment.
“Nineteen minutes, Sir,” the helmsman replied, and Govan nodded. This mission was about to conclude, one way or another, so at least that was positive progress.
Tamir moved across the bridge quickly, providing injections with a pleasant smile. With Dor’vel and Govan both here, she didn’t have to worry about anything, so she was completely relaxed, no matter how tense everyone else appeared. It didn’t take long before she got to Govan. He was being distant, but then again, she knew it was for her own good, so she quickly administered the vial without saying a word.
Grateful that she seemed to be getting the message, Govan forced a straight face. “Thank you. You may go,” Echal stated evenly, carefully not looking directly at her.
Nodding mutely, Tamir made her way off the bridge, quietly shaking off Dor’vel as he seemed to consider going with her. She was feeling much better, as she now had two friends on the S’Harien, three counting Tedak, who although currently present, wasn’t a permanent member of the crew. In spite of the incident in Intelligence, the nurse felt safer now that she had two people looking out for her.
Once the doors closed, indicating Tamir had left, Govan snapped back into action. “Tactical analysis on the shuttle, Mr. Lhoell,” he ordered now that they were close.
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“The moment we’re close enough, I want a tractor beam on that ship. Standby all weapons as well. If we don’t capture him, I at least want him dead,” Echal added.
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“Ambassador Tedak, report to the bridge,” Govan ordered, briefly wondering where he was and why he had not returned with Dor’vel and Tamir. No matter really, but he would ask Dor’vel later. Now they just had to capture Raltorr and get out of here.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2009 20:41:27 GMT
Jayden had just settled on the couch, supervising Freddy giving a bottle to Angel. The smile on his face was pleasant enough to fool the child, but he didn't feel pleasant at all. He didn't feel like smiling and the more he thought about it, the more miserable he felt.
"Father.."
The marine looked up in surprise, presuming that the boy was calling for Nathan, then noticed the child's eyes on him, watching him intently. "What did you call me?" he asked slowly, still surprised. He had hoped, prayed the child would start calling him something other than Jayden.
Confused, Freddy stared at him. "Don't you want me to call you father?" he asked.
Jayden smiled, drawing him closer. "Yes, I do," he answered softly, "I just never dreamed you would. Nathan's your dad, I can't possibly replace him. I don't want you to call me dad, that's reserved for him. Yes, father will do."
Freddy smiled, then shot to his feet as he heard the door open and close. The bottle tumbled from his hand, smashing against the floor. "Dad!" he cried out, bolting away, "dad you're home!" He wrapped his small arms around his father's waist, nearly unbalancing him.
Quietly, Nathan disentangled himself from the boy's grip, ruffling his hair. "Of course I am, captain's orders," he replied amiably, before walking into the livingroom. He pretended not to see Jayden sat on the couch, focusing on the bottle on the floor instead. He crouched to pick it up, wincing ever so slightly. However when he straightened, he found himself eye to eye with Jayden, who held out Angel to him. In silence, the doctor took his daughter and held her close. Surprisingly, she was still sleeping through it all.
Still in utter silence, he carried the baby over to the bathroom and started to ready her for a bath. In seconds the small tub was filled with water and he submerged her, holding her tiny head up above the surface. After her bath, he dressed her in her sleeping gear and put her to bed. To his surprise, Freddy had already retired to his room on his own accord, probably nudged by Jayden, who was stood in the middle of the livingroom.
Nathan froze, his expression grim. Before he realised it, Jayden had crossed the few steps that had seperated him, and was kissing him furiously. "Stop," Nathan said, pushing him away. "Don't do that, not now. Not after what you did to me."
Jayden stared at him, eyes dark with emotion, before looking away. "I'm sorry," he whispered, trying to embrace him again, but Nathan held him off.
"You should've asked me first, before reacting as you did," he continued. "You should've stood with me, you're my husband. I deserve the benefit of your doubt."
"I was angry," Jayden confessed, "you always put others before us, before yourself. You need to start thinking about yourself first, and us, your family, before you think of your patients, or the crew of this ship. I thought I had lost you when you beamed over to S'harien. And again when that Romulan shot you. And here you went, taking care of others again, before stopping to think about the dangers."
"I'm a doctor..."
"You're a father and husband first, and you need to start realising that. There'll come a day when you'll be forced to acknowledge it. I was hoping that it would be today, that being sent to the brig would help you. I only did it for you Nathan, please believe that."
Nathan sighed, shaking his head. "The captain wants us to come over for dinner tonight. All of us."
"And we'll go. But we need to reconsile first. Please, I'm sorry I overreacted but I really hope you understand why."
Nathan brought his hand to his own cheek. "You struck me," he reminded his beloved, pain in his eyes.
Jayden stepped forward again, and this time Nathan allowed the embrace. The initial feelings of anger were long gone, but the sense of betrayal remained. "I'm so sorry," he pleaded, "please. I only tried to get through to you. You must promise me you'll start thinking about yourself. One day you'll suffer a heartattack too many, and then you'll die. I don't want to lose you. I don't want to see you in isolation in a cell, or even in a cell without solitary confinement. I want you home, here, with me. Laugh with you, cry with you, raise our children with you. Please understand that I did this, because I love you too much."
Silently, biting back his own tears, the doctor nodded. "I promise," he whispered, his voice breaking. He felt Jayden's hand rub his back as if he were a small child needing consoling. "What would I do without you," he asked softly, despairing.
"The same as always."
Nathan straightened. "There's something I must do, before we go see the captain." He walked over to a cabinet and pulled out a bottle of real whiskey. "I want this to be sent to the Romulan commander." He yanked a pen and paper from a drawer and scribbled a quick, but still fairly lengthy note:
"Commander,
I send you this token of appreciation and gratitude. I realise that my presence on your vessel was a breach of protocol as well as a blatant intrusion. As I also realise you could have me executed as a trespasser, you treated me as a guest. Your treatment of me, made me realise that you have given me a second chance. A chance to overthink a few things in my life, as well as what is important, for me.
This bottle contains an ancient Earth drink called Whiskey. It has a high alcohol percentage, but is very much unlike Romulan Ale. I have no desire to poison you, therefore I urge you to run a few tests to make certain it is safe for you to consume. I do not know the effect of alcohol on a Romulan, at least not this form. I have had this bottle for a few years, acquired it on Earth but have never touched it. As you see the cap is still sealed but once again I urge you to test it for safety. I do not wish to learn that I poisoned my host, that would be dishonourable, and not to mention go right against the oath I took as a doctor.
I wish you all the best, and shall endeavour not to tread onto your vessel again. Not without proper invitation, at least.
Regards, Doctor Nathan van Breughel.
He yanked the sheet from the pad and folded it, tucking it into the wrapping around the bottle. "I want this delivered, please."
Jayden stared at him, as he had read over his shoulder. "Did you mean what you wrote? About second chances?"
Nathan offered him a weak smile. "I had a lot of time to think, while I was stuck in sickbay," he confessed, "and I know what you said is right. I'm trying Jayden, you must believe me, and trust me, when I say I'm really trying. But I can't change who I am just like that. You're going to have to give me time, and help me change. I can't do this alone."
The marine kissed him again, pleased to not be pushed away this time. "I'll make sure he gets it," he promised, "I'll be back in a few minutes. Please don't go off doing anything stupid?"
"I can't leave," Nathan replied, watching Jayden depart. "I made a vow," he murmured, when his husband was out of earshot. He had tried so hard not to get into trouble, but things looked to be brightening for him. The captain had invited them for dinner, perhaps things would turn out for the better after all. He could only hope.
Minutes later, an out-of-breath Jayden returned. "Your gift has been delivered."
== on the S'harien ==
An unimportant crewmember rushed up to Govan, holding up the package that had just been delivered. "Commander, this was just delivered for you. It came from the Jefferson, and it's got a hand-written note attached to it. I didn't read it sir, it's addressed to you." He hesitated. "It's a very neat script," he babbled on.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2009 21:09:32 GMT
The injured security officer had stayed well out of the way during the entire scene. She was familiar enough with domestic disputes to know it was best not to interfere. Soon enough, the conflict ended, and both of the parties, and the Captain, had left. Sickbay was very quiet now, almost deserted. Marina didn’t know where all of the medical staff was, but there were very few present. She was now one of only two patients, the second being the unconscious man retrieved from the moon’s surface. Ensign Garrett had heard plenty about him from the inconspicuous position of her biobed, that he participated in the attacks and he was a potential suspect in being responsible for them. Unfortunately, he had been unconscious or barely conscious the entire time, so no one had been able to speak to him yet to find out for certain.
It was really boring with everything so quiet. The ‘guest/prisoner’ wasn’t awake, the guards were being professional, and the medical staff that was left seemed to be conducting some sort of inventory, all of which left her with nothing to do. Marina was still hoping Megan would come to visit, but it seemed like the mission was still ongoing, which probably meant she was tied up with First Officer stuff... She really did understand, but it didn’t help her situation any. Ensign Garrett was just about to drift off to sleep when she saw the man across sickbay begin to stir on his bed.
For a short while, Marina just watched him. This appeared to be the most lucid he had been since his arrival, as he looked around to take in his surroundings. For a moment, the Ensign wondered if she should contact somebody to let them know it was a good time to speak with him, but the on-and-off red and yellow alerts seemed to indicate things were pretty hectic for everyone else, so she didn’t. After several minutes of watching, boredom won out, and the security officer groggily managed to get to her feet and shuffle over to him. Once she’d managed to get a chair and settle next to the bed, she smiled over at him. “Hello. I’m Marina. It looks like we’re the only two patients left,” she greeted pleasantly. “I hope you don’t mind me sitting here. I’m so tired of just sitting around doing nothing and could use the company.”
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Post by Deleted on Nov 16, 2009 10:36:48 GMT
"I'm already here commander," the Romulan diplomat replied as he stepped off the turbolift car. "I was detained along the way. Sural reports that the inoculations are ready to be distributed." Of course he was a little late with that as he saw Tamir just leave. Dor'vel, however remained on the bridge and approached him, taking up position slightly behind him.
Arching an eyebrow, Tedak nodded to him once to acknowledge his presence, then continued to ignore him. The man puzzled him and he wondered if he could trust him. He'd be on his guard from now on, as he knew Govan wouldn't just change his mind over threats made to him months ago. The diplomat was fully aware of the danger he was in, not just because of his friendly association with the nurse, Tamir.
He watched as a cowering Romulan scooted up to the commander, holding what appeared to be a package. He listened as the coward informed Govan of the gift he bore. Quickly, he strode forward, relieving the man of his package, before it could be handed to the commander. "I'll hold on to that until the commander has time to properly devout any time to appreciating such a gift," he intervened. "Return to your duties."
His intervention could very well have saved the coward's life, for he bowed deeply and hurried away. Tedak returned his attention to Govan and shrugged. "It looks breakable," he offered, setting the wrapped item aside, out of Govan's immediate reach, "it's not every day a commander is offered gifts, no doubt offered in friendship. How long until we reach the shuttlecraft?"
Tedak presumed that was what he had been called to the bridge for, to observe and witness the capture of the shuttle. For the glory of the Romulan Empire, no doubt. "Do you want me to board it?" Surely, Govan would not risk sending his own men and women into a possible trap. But would he hesitate to risk a diplomat? Yes, Tedak realised, he probably would.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 17, 2009 21:52:05 GMT
"Do it." Govan made his order to Tevio's officer, whom was situated at the intelligence console.
Nodding minutely at his intel man, in a motion unseen by the Commander, Tevio confirmed that order. It wasn't necessary because the man was already hurriedly inputting the commands, but it gave Tevio, from his point of view, a mental upper-hand. It at least kept them level.
As Tevio was dismissed comprehensively by Govan Echal, he thought back to an earlier moment in time, when he had been brooding in his office shortly after returning from the Jefferson. The new Romulan Ambassador, Tedak, had come to him. Hovering over the dark space of his desk, he had waited expectantly for Tevio, which had subsequently made the Legate annoyed.
So as he stood rooted to the spot on the bridge, slowly contemplating the wisdom of making a quick exit from the place, Tevio thought back to that brief conversation with the new ambassador. He knew it wasn't wise to provoke Echal, but he thought that a very slow exit from the bridge was the most he could get away with, without being executed. He could sense Govan holding his breath, awaiting his next move with nerves afray...
"Diplomatic clearance..." Tevio repeated Tedak's words slowly, "Pfft, rubbish. You diplomats are too afraid to do anything with it for it to be useful. Get you gone. I have work to do."
Tevio returned his attention to the datapad on his desk. However, he could sense that Tedak still stood there. Holding his breath, the Legate looked back up to the Ambassador.
"Very well," he nearly huffed. "First of all, I'd be curious to know for sure what kind of vital information you were referring to, but I'm going to make an assumption, that you meant what I was doing on the USS Jefferson. Obviously that was a significant event, and that I chose to do it in the middle of this mission of course, would indicate that it has something to do with the very nature of this mission. As I see it, at least. That is what you think anyhow."
"I can't tell you anything except that it involves Govan Echal and Nathan van Breughel - a human, chief medical 'officer' of the Jefferson. I do not care about your supposed clearance levels, no matter how high they are, they would not penetrate the upper echelons of the Tal Diann's central command."
Tevio was under no illusions as to the necessity and importance of diplomacy, ambassadors and their far-reaching powers when it came to classified material. But it didn't make any difference to how he dealt with them, especially where this subject was involved. If he was being infinitely smart, he would not have told Tedak anything about the matter. His privacy regarding this probably should've remained absolute, but perhaps there was some merit in telling the Ambassador something. Perhaps it would throw him along the wrong tracks, and otherwise it might serve to spur his curiosity, so that he investigated himself, producing in the end something resembling a tangled web, perhaps. Certainly having more people - who had the potential - to put Commander Echal in a difficult position was a good thing.
"Why are you still here?" Tevio asked Tedak suddenly, turning his eyes on to his and giving him his hardest glare. Tevio was not afraid of superior rank where diplomats were involved.
His thoughts returned from the talk with Tedak, and now the Legate was sitting in his office, at his desk, alone... Either side of his sojourn to the bridge he was left to brood in his office... His thoughts reaching for the darker ranges of his head, pushing on a fluidic flow of consciousness into regions oft-explored of late.
Echal was a fearsome opponent. Their duel had only really just begun. Tevio, however, was about to reap the benefits of his trip to the Jefferson, and deliver the first truly aggressive thrust. He started tapping at his computer controls, accessing the covert communications system, targeting the Jefferson.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 19, 2009 21:35:57 GMT
OFF: JP by Wintrow and Marina, played by Nathan and Megan ON: Commander Wintrow Paragon, that was who he was, former Commander Paragon, of the Bio-science and Development division. The scientist stirred on his bed, blinking against the lights. Now that he remembered who he was, where was he? His gaze settled on a young woman, who was babbling to him. “Where am I?” he asked, trying to sit up, only to discover he couldn't. “What happened?” Shoot…she probably should have waited and let a doctor talk to him first... “You’re on the Jefferson, in sickbay. As for what happened, I’m not sure. I was already in sickbay when you were transported here. I think they said something about being shot and hypothermia. I can go and get someone who knows more if you’d like...” “I was shot and left behind,” he spoke, his voice sounding a little funny. “Did they catch him? The Romulan? He's got the toxin, you can't let them have it! It's dangerous, it kills everything. Everything! Nothing gets spared, nothing alive, nothing sentient. I've seen it happen, observed effects. They'll sell it, it must be safeguarded!” Taking a small step back, Marina tried to wrap her head around everything he said. Her mind was still a bit slow and fuzzy from resting so much and the medication. “I...I don’t think they did. I’m not even sure they know to be looking for him. Who is he? Do you know how to find him or anything that might help us locate him now?”“Raltorr, his name is Raltorr. We worked together, he forced me to work on the toxin, and observe the effects.” Part truth, mostly lie. He was a survivor, he needed to lie to survive. “He had a Starfleet Shuttle we used, but it may have had hidden features that he never told me about.” Again, lie. He knew the battered shuttle had a cloaking device, whether it worked, he didn't know. He was lying. Even in her recovering state, she could pick up on the deception, just not which parts, if any, were true. “Do you know where he would go? Any known business associates, friends, or hiding places you may have seen?” she inquired, glad to be doing something useful and quickly slipping back into professional mode.Wintrow shook his head. “No,” he replied. This time it was the truth; he didn't know where Raltorr could go. “Sanctuary in the Empire?” he mused, “are there any Romulan vessels in the area that he could turn to? Contact?” That looked like the truth, and to this question, she had the answer. “Yes, there’s a warbird nearby. We were working together to capture you until things went…bad,” Marina added, subconsciously rubbing her shoulder near the phaser wound. If he knew anything else, maybe a little shared experience would help. “I was shot by one of them who beamed aboard...he was so cold... Did this...Raltorr shoot you?"“Yes.” Wintrow leaned back. “He shot me after a deal went sour. I guess I was too moral for him, I don't know. Romulans cannot be trusted, but we worked together for a few months. Am I suspected of anything, that I'm restrained?” “I don’t know,” Marina answered truthfully, though she suspected that was indeed the case based on everything he said. “I can ask for you. My sister is First Officer,” she offered helpfully. It’d give her an opportunity to report in what she’d found out.He smiled, almost gleefully. That was valuable information, to say the least. “I thought I saw a doctor earlier,” he changed the subject. “Where is he? Tall, blonde, tanned.” He paused, wondering why he asked for a doctor. “Please, call your sister officer. I'd like to know if I'm charged of anything, otherwise I demand to be shown guest quarters. And I demand protection from the Romulans. No doubt they'll be accusing me.” His demeanor had changed, almost instantly. There was no doubt in Marina’s mind now that he was directly involved in all of this somehow, not an innocent, forced participant as he’d claimed. She was very glad he was restrained and security was present. “Doctor van Breughel was also injured. He is off duty and resting. Megan is probably on the bridge, and we’ve been at alert on and off a lot recently, so she might be too busy right now, but I’ll call her and see if she can come. Excuse me.” Wintrow watched her go, smiling to himself. Perhaps something would go right after all, and maybe, just maybe he'd walk away unscathed. Modified with permision to make Marina pink.
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Post by Matthew Reynolds on Nov 21, 2009 6:41:18 GMT
The actions that he had just taken against Nathan had been painful for Matthew Reynolds, but hopefully this course of action was finally going to get through to Nathan. He was looking forward to spending some time with him outside the job but he knew that right now there was serious matters to attend to.
"Red Alert. Captain Reynolds to the bridge"
"Damn!"Matt cursed loudly as he began to run towards the nearest turbolift. He knew that Tevio must have been delivered to Govan by now and the Romulan had finally acted.
"What the hell did leave in such a hurry for? You picking anything up?"
"I'm not sure, give me a minute," Moncia said as she furiously searched for the possible answerand once she found that answer she was immediately incensed that she hadn't found it sooner," its a ship's warp trail. I think they found the people resonponsible for this but I don't know where they are going just yet."
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"This is one bloody inconvenience." He looked at the sensor readings as Monica brought them up. He saw a very small blip on the screen. "What in hell is that? A shuttle?"
"Yes, I can't believe I didn't see it earlier," Monica said feeling worse than she had been only a few moments ago.
"The S'Harien cloaked and made a beeline out of here. I took the liberty of setting a pursuit course. We picked up a shuttle and we think that is what they are after. Another piece of this puzzle may yet unwind."
"I'm afraid that we have yet to discover anything new, but you did good Lieutenant, I doubt we will reach that shuttle first, but I'll be damned if the Romulans get this murderer as well," Matt said angrily," I want us to be prepared to engage the S'Harien if they refuse to give us access to whomever is on the shuttle."
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"Captain they are dropping out of warp, I think they have reached their target," Monica reported," but I'm not reading any weapon fire or tractor beam."
"Commander Garrett, do you know what they might be up to?" Matt asked hoping that Megan's extracurricular experiences would once again help them in there situation.
"Lieutenant Tavik, contact Echal and tell him that as a guesture of good will and diplomacy we wish to question whomever is on the that shuttle," Matt said that knowing that Govan would ignore that request," also remind him that we will not let two criminals escape justice."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 21, 2009 22:51:34 GMT
With so many of the medical staff gone, Marina easily moved into an adjoining room without anyone stopping her. The security officers gave her a quizzical look as she passed, but she discretely shook her head. There was no need to let Paragon know just yet that she wasn’t as clueless as she may have seemed. “Marina to...Ensign Garrett to Commander Garrett,” the security officer amended, knowing her sister would be more likely to respond favorably if this was kept on a professional basis.
Not having expected to hear from her sister, Megan hesitated. This wasn’t exactly the time for this, but she felt a bit guilty for not having gone to visit Marina yet, so with an apologetic glance in Captain Reynolds’ direction, the Commander moved quickly into the briefing room and replied. “I’m here, Marina. I don’t really have a lot of time right now, but are you alright?” she questioned trying not to sound impatient.
Grinning, since Megan had automatically assumed it was personal not professional which meant Marina had caught her off guard, she responded, “The man who was transported to sickbay, he woke up, and since I knew Captain Reynolds wanted to speak with him, I took the opportunity to speak to him myself and have information.”
Not knowing whether to be angry or not, Megan decided to wait until after hearing the information before determining which was appropriate. “What did you learn?”
There was little to no emotion in her sister’s voice, which Marina knew meant she had definitely thrown Megan, so with another grin, she continued. “He told me he had been shot and abandoned by his partner, a Romulan by the name of Raltorr. He indicated that he had been forced by Raltorr to work with him on the toxin and observe the effects for a few months, and that Raltorr had betrayed him because he was ‘too morale.’ However, he was definitely lying, about what, I couldn’t really tell, but I didn’t get the feeling that he was just an unwilling participant in all of this.”
Seeing as the information was actually useful and probably about as much as they would get out of him anyway, Megan had to admit feeling a little bit of pride in her little sister. Perhaps there was something in the genes after all... “Thank you. That does help. I will pass this along to Captain Reynolds,” Commander Garrett replied.
“Oh one more thing,” Marina added, still grinning at her sister’s reply. “He seemed to think that Raltorr will go to the Romulans and said he has the toxin. He said that they were using a Federation shuttle that might have been modified. He also told me that he wanted to speak with you to know if he’s being charged with anything, and if not, he demanded to be released to guest quarters and for protection from the Romulans. He seems to expect that they will be accusing him of something.”
Shaking her head at his demands, Megan replied, “I don’t think that’s happening.”
Still grinning, Marina replied. “Don’t worry. I’ll stall…play it off as you being busy.”
“You’re supposed to be resting, so go do that,” Megan shot back with a grin herself. It was definitely in the genes. “I’ll be down there once this is all over, Garrett out.”
Moving off to play the part of a clueless Ensign, Marina smiled. She’d done well…
Still shaking her head, Megan made her way from the briefing room back onto the bridge. They were still following the S’Harien, more slowly than any of them would have liked, but it seemed the warbird was at least somewhat onto them, as they were modulating so regularly that it was difficult to track them continuously, but at least they were still able to keep track of it, plus they knew the target destination.
"Commander Garrett, do you know what they might be up to?" Matt asked as she took a seat at her station adjacent to his. It was impeccable timing for that question.
“Actually, I just spoke with...Ensign Garrett who’s in sickbay. Commander Paragon is awake and talking. He admitted to being involved with a Romulan counterpart, an individual named Raltorr. He is claiming he was coerced. That’s doubtful, but it can be sorted out later. It sounds like this is a collaboration of two individuals, one Human, one Romulan. He also said that Raltorr is using a Federation shuttle and does have the toxin, so we should make every effort to keep it from them. Paragon suggested Raltorr would probably seek out the S’Harien, so he may have already contacted them. I would suppose he is on that shuttle, and they are pursuing him.”
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As the Captain gave orders to Lieutenant Tavik, Megan examined the sensor log. She could trace the path of the shuttle using the ion trail. It could clearly be seen heading away from the moon and the system towards Romulan space, but in the past few hours, the trail was beginning to curve off its previous course. It was hard to tell whether it was merely the result of attempting to evade capture or not, but it almost looked like it was trying to either return to the moon or rendezvous with the Jefferson, which seemed unlikely. Still, whatever the reason, it would give them a slightly better chance of catching up more quickly, but unfortunately, the S’Harien was almost on top of them, so the shuttle’s maneuvers appeared to be all in vain.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 22, 2009 22:30:29 GMT
Taev waited patiently. More than he really wanted. Now would be the time to act on anything. He waited until the silence was broken by the door to the bridge swishing open. One of the Nurses walked in carry a pack, to which he determined was most likely full of innoculations, ready to be administered. He was proven correct. The nurse proceeded to administer the innoculations to all of the bridge crew. Taev watched as she moved around the room, finally coming to him. As he felt the spray flow into his neck, he said, "Why thank you," and went back about his business rotating the cloak frequencies and scanning for the shuttle.
As the nurse left, Commander Echal spoke to Taev, "Tactical analysis on the shuttle Mr. Lhoell."
Taev brought up the information and said, "It appears to be a standard Federation shuttle, however, I am picking up unusual readings coming from the shuttle's warp core and weapons systems. I would advise caution as we approach."
βThe moment weβre close enough, I want a tractor beam on that ship. Standby all weapons as well. If we donβt capture him, I at least want him dead,β Echal added.
"As you wish, Commander." Taev prepared the tractor beam and all the weapons systems. It was now likely less than ten minutes before the shuttle would be in range. It was again a waiting game.
The scans Taev picked up were inconclusive. He couldn't determine what the unusual readings were, but whatever they were, it would not make the capture entirely simple. The minutes ran down and finally the S'Harien came out of warp, right on top of the shuttle. Taev hesitated before he fired, almost a full five seconds before improvising on the orders given by Commander Echal. He fired the disruptors in a concentrated volley, targetted at the engines. The engines of the shuttle cut immediately and the ship drifted to a stop. Taev activated the tractor beam to hold the ship in place.
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Post by Valad Tavik on Nov 23, 2009 0:00:41 GMT
This was all just one problem after another. This mission should have been over by now, but instead, the crew and the Jefferson were chasing after a single small shuttle that carried who knows what, or who knows who. Having retaken the primary ops console, Valad once again monitored S'Harien as he had been nearly every time he was on the bridge. They were closing in on the shuttle and the S'Harien which had just dropped out of warp.
"I'm afraid that we have yet to discover anything new, but you did good Lieutenant," the Captain said responding to his question. "I doubt we will reach that shuttle first, but I'll be damned if the Romulans get this murderer as well." At this point, it was obvious Captain Reyonlds was angry. "I want us to be prepared to engage the S'Harien if they refuse to give us access to whomever is on the shuttle."
"Understood. And we are eleven minutes out." Valad turned back to the console and began to watch once again. It was going to be a battle of wits soon enough. Each move would have to be carefully made and everything had to be considered. Captain Reynolds asked Commander Garrett something that he figured was most likely important, but he could not hear what they were saying. The minutes counted down and Valad picked up weapons fire. "Captain, they have fired on the shuttle. I can't tell how much damage their is, but it appears that the shuttle is dead in the water. We are still three minutes out."
(Reynolds)
"Lieutenant Tavik, contact Echal and tell him that as a guesture of good will and diplomacy we wish to question whomever is on the that shuttle. Also remind him that we will not let two criminals escape justice."
Valad responded. "Captain is it wise to contact them now? I think at this point they are not being very diplomatic about this."
(Reynolds)
The Jefferson came out of warp to see a shuttle that was firmly under Romulan control. Only time would tell what would happen next.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 24, 2009 6:13:23 GMT
"I'm already here, Commander," the Ambassador replied from the opening turbolift doors. "I was detained along the way. Sural reports that the inoculations are ready to be distributed,” Tedak added, although it was entirely unnecessarily considering.
“They were just administered,” Govan shot back, quickly changing the subject back to the matter at hand. “We are approaching the shuttle. This should be over shortly.”
At the sight of the Ambassador's return, Dor’vel quickly moved to assume his place nearby. Fortunately, Govan hadn't said a single word about his deviation from orders, which the Centurion would explain anyway once he had a chance, but at least he was receiving a second opportunity to shadow Tedak, and he would not disappoint.
"Commander, this was just delivered for you. It came from the Jefferson, and it's got a hand-written note attached to it. I didn't read it, Sir. Its addressed to you. It's a very neat script," the man rambled, holding what appeared to be some sort of bottle.
Govan’s first thought was Megan...some kind of poison, but it was so unexpected, he remained rooted to the spot, staring the bearer down with immense suspicion, but before he could act or react, the Ambassador had smoothly stepped in with a flare only a diplomat could possess. "I'll hold on to that until the Commander has time to properly devout any time to appreciating such a gift. Return to your duties."
The coward bowed and scurried off like some sort of spineless sea creature while Tedak turned to him with a shrug. "It looks breakable. It's not every day a Commander is offered gifts, no doubt offered in friendship. How long until we reach the shuttlecraft?"
It was all diplomatic nonsense to Govan, who rolled his eyes and replied. “About fifteen minutes.” Sending a still suspicious glance towards the package, which now rested in a vacant chair, Echal huffed, adding, “It's probably poisoned or explosive.”
Once the item was set aside, Dor’vel quietly approached with a scanner to at least determine that the item was not rigged to explode. How anything was able to be transported to the S’Harien from the Jefferson, he didn't know, but either way, he wasn't about to let a bomb be delivered to Govan, although most likely it had already been checked. He found only a paper note and a bottle with some sort of alcohol inside. Though it appeared harmless enough, the Centurion would ensure it was checked for poison, toxin, or biological incompatibility before returning it to Echal.
Either choosing to ignore or not hearing, Tedak asked, "Do you want me to board it?"
Scoffing, the Commander dismissed that suggestion with a wave of his hand. “No one is getting on that shuttle. Who knows what is aboard, but it's probably a death trap. We're taking it out from a distance. If it becomes clear he has measures that will allow him to escape, we destroy it. It'd be best if we were able to possess his toxin, but either way, he's not getting away, nor is the Federation getting ahold of it.”
As the minutes ticked by, Govan was growing increasingly tense. This had to go right. Almost nothing else had gone right, but this had to... Even if the attacks were stopped, this mission would not be a success unless he returned with something, anything. Right now, that something had to be the toxin or Raltorr, preferably both.
Once they caught, things moved very quickly, and before Govan really even had the time to issue orders past dropping out of warp and setting a pursuit course, the shuttle was disabled and in a tractor beam. “Nice work, Lieutenant,” the Commander commented somewhat absentmindedly. “Open a channel to the shuttle,” he ordered.
Facing the viewscreen with the drifting shuttle, Govan addressed the comm. “This is Commander Echal on the S’Harien. I apologize for damaging your vessel, but with the Federation starship directly behind us, we have to make this look good if we're to have a chance of keeping you out of their custody. I recommend you drop your shields and transmit your position so we can beam you aboard immediately.”
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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2009 21:41:49 GMT
Nathan lay stretched out on the couch, his book folded across his chest while one arm hung limply downward. He'd been trying to relax and pretty much do absolutely nothing, while the children were asleep. He was terrible at just sitting by and watch others work, but he wasn't going to risk Jayden getting mad at him again. It just wasn't worth it, so he had settled on the couch with one of his favourite books. And had consequently dozed off.
Jayden sat opposite of him, smiling slightly as he studied his partner. The Human was obviously exhausted, even though he hadn't been doing much. Yet, stress was also an exhausting emotion and Jayden knew all about the duress his mate was under, and had been under. So, he had helped him out a little, by spiking his last drink. Except, he hadn't counted on it working so fast. Quietly, he got up and nudged him. "Nate love, I think we should get you to bed. Your body would probably prefer the bed over the couch don't you think? I'll wake you and the kids when we're ready to go. I promise."
Sleepily, the doctor sat up, the book thudding to the floor as a result. He allowed Jayden to pull him to his feet and guide him to the bedroom. He was only dimly aware of being undressed and covered with blankets. Only the loving kiss registered in his mind, before he blacked out completely.
Jayden caressed his cheek once, running his hand through his beloved's hair before leaving him alone. He shook his head with a knowing smile as the door closed behind him. He knew Nathan would be sleeping for a few hours, hopefully waking up a little more refreshed and lively than he'd been before.
Nathan on his part, slept soundlessly, though he was visibly dreaming.
Nathan ran across the field towards the cliffs; he was 18 years old and had just started medical school. Yet this summer, the entire family was on vacation and he'd gone exploring. He laughed as he looked over his shoulder, seeing his 16 year old Vulcan sister keep up with ease. His younger brother, aged 13, was having more difficulty, and was whining for them to wait up. Nathan had no such intention, he'd seen the cliffs and he wanted to go diving. He'd heard the height was safe as well as the water depth, except that the water was expected to be cold.
He stopped at the edge and peered down; it was high up already, but nothing he couldn't handle. Contrary to what his parents knew, this wasn't his first experience at cliff diving. He turned, waiting for his sister to catch up. “This isn't for you,” he told her, “you should stay with Ricky. I won't be long.” He took a short sprint before she could protest, then found himself flying through the air, only to be submerged in water seconds later.
Shaking the water from his hair, he climbed back up the rockface, occasionally slipping on his hold. When he got back up he found his sister stare down on him in disapproval, while having a restraining hold on their brother. “He almost jumped after you,” she said acidly, “I am taking him back to camp. Do what you please Nathan, if you want to get yourself killed.”
The teenager shook his head, then looked back. “One more,” he told her, just as two other burly teenagers walked up. They stared the trio down, studying them, then grabbed Nathan by his arms and tossed him down the cliff side. “The greenhorn had better know how to swim, one of them grinned, while immediately diving after him.
Gasping for air, Nathan resurfaced, only to be pulled straight under again. He hadn't been prepared for the second dive. Not even his friends throwing him in, probably scaring the wits out of his siblings. Surfacing again, he found himself face to face with one of his friends, probably closer than was comfortable for either of them. “You should've waited,” Nathan snapped.
“Why? Where'd the element of surprise be then, greenhorn. You're supposed to get scared here you know.” Nathan was dumped under again, but he was an agile swimmer, and the champion of his class for good reason. “Hey!” his friend called out as he swam away with strong strokes.[/color]
Nathan turned in his bed, clawing at his pillow as if he was trying to swim. At the sound of his moans, Jayden walked back into the bedroom and sat with him, murmuring words of comfort. He could sense that he was dreaming, and could tell it was part pleasant and part not, part of a memory as well. “It's all right,” he murmured, rubbing his back, “sleep now. It'll be all right.” Jayden reached for a hypospray, checked the vial, then pressed it against his husband's arm. Immediately, the doctor quieted down, slipping back into the deeper, dreamless layers of sleep. When he would wake later, he would not remember having had this dream.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2009 17:30:43 GMT
Raltorr realised as soon as the S'Hariens tractor beam took hold of his stolen shuttle that the game was up. The simple mining craft had no weapons to speak of and now the war bird had closed in had no hope of escape. He had been thinking of handing himself over to the federation ship but not even he was sure now that that was the wisest course of action... he paused as he considered his next move.
Making a split second decision Raltorr opened up a comm line. "This is Raltorr to Federation vessel. I am surrendering. I request asylum from the Romulan Empire. My ship is defenseless and I will lower my shields the minute you acknowledge you can take me safely into custody."
Lets see how that played out he thought wryly to himself.
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Sural had just finished another batch of immunizations when he received a call to prepare to receive Raltorr and the bio toxin. Deciding that he would be best placed on the bridge he made his way quickly to the nerve centre of the ship.
Govan was sat in the centre seat with Dorvel and Taev at Tacitcal. He arrived just in time to hear Raltorrs latest ultimatum.
"I do not wish to sound repetitive" Sural began "But might I suggest we just vapourise him. The Federation are weak and will either eventually set him free or turn him against us. If we get him he will be tried and executed. Why don't we just save the paperwork and get it over with?"
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Post by Deleted on Nov 30, 2009 23:09:42 GMT
OOC: Joint Post Between Myself and Commander Govan Echal
"I do not wish to sound repetitive, but might I suggest we just vaporize him? The Federation are weak and will either eventually set him free or turn him against us. If we get him he will be tried and executed. Why don't we just save the paperwork and get it over with?" Doctor Sural suggested pointedly from the back of the bridge.
Before Govan had a chance to reply, most likely to tell the doctor to shut up, the officer at Ops interrupted him. “Sir, Raltorr just sent a transmission to the Jefferson.”
“He's trying to turn himself over to them...” Echal muttered in disbelief. Honestly, it was a coward's way out... Sural was right. Starfleet was his only way out of this alive. He'd be 'rehabilitated' and treated ‘humanely.’ Well...not if the Commander had anything to say about it... “Lock onto that shuttle. Destroy it,” Govan ordered.
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The bridge was tense as the Jefferson raced through space to catch up with the S’Harien and the shuttle carrying the Romulan half of the duo responsible for the attacks. All the crew could do was watch as the warbird caught up with the small vessel and quickly disabled it before activating a tractor beam. They were almost there, but it appeared they would be too late. Although she was loathed to allow the Romulans, and especially Govan, any sort of victory, Megan had to admit that it wouldn't be the end of the world if things ended like they currently seemed they would. The Jefferson had a prisoner, and the S’Harien would have one. That part at least was fair. Tevio being returned and the Romulans potentially possessing the toxin, however, most certainly were not, but it didn't look like they had a choice…
As the Jefferson dropped out of warp, the shuttle was firmly held by the S’harien. Just when it seemed like it was over, they received a hail. =/\=This is Raltorr to the Federation vessel. I am surrendering. I request asylum from the Romulan Empire. My ship is defenseless, and I will lower my shields the minute you acknowledge you can take me safely into custody,=/\= he added, confirming the Intel they'd received.
There was clearly no other choice. They couldn't risk losing the opportunity to take Raltorr, and perhaps the toxin as well, into custody along with Paragon. “Erect a level ten forcefield around the transporter padd, and standby to transport,” Megan ordered, before nodding to Valad to open a channel. “Acknowledged, standby for transport,” she replied, nodding to Lieutenant Tavik to let him know to transport the Romulan from the shuttle onto the Jefferson once the shuttle's shields were down.
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A moment later, their viewscreen lit up with weapon's fire, as the S’Harien easily destroyed the defenseless vessel. Although this meant that neither ship would claim the toxin, which was probably for the best, it had been a heartless move. Jumping to her feet, Megan turned to Valad. “Did we get him out of there in time?” she asked.
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Post by Matthew Reynolds on Dec 1, 2009 14:51:12 GMT
Matt was postive that diplomacy was not going to work, but he hoped that Tedak's presence might give him some valuable time to reach the Raltorr. The fact that they received no acknowledgment to their hail meant that Govan was completely ignoring the Jefferson's request.
"I think we have our answer, Lieutenant," Matt said as the Jefferson finally dropped out of warp and saw the situation before them. The S'Harien was not about to let the information on the shuttle be put in Federation hands but at the moment it was thier move.
=/\=This is Raltorr to the Federation vessel. I am surrendering. I request asylum from the Romulan Empire. My ship is defenseless, and I will lower my shields the minute you acknowledge you can take me safely into custody,=/\=
The order had come from Commander Garrett and Matt knew that they only had a few seconds to save the man's life. The next few seconds happened just like Matt had invisioned them. The S'Harien directed disruptor towards the defenseless ship and then powered down waiting for the Jefferson's move.
"Lieutenant, were you able to recover Raltorr?" Matt turned to his operations chief. If they had not been able to recover the toxin at least they would get some answers if Raltorr was in their custody.
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