Harrias Jira
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Post by Harrias Jira on Nov 14, 2005 10:43:12 GMT
In front of the klingon ambassador, it was clear that none of them were going to speak openly, but Harrias supposed that everyone else was thinking along the same lines as himself – that local trouble was a bad omen. He looked for some excuse to get rid of Vekra, so that he could call a short meeting without her present. Before he could think of anything however, she spoke up.
- “I’m sure that you people need to discuss some plans without me, and I in turn need to contact some people on the planet, so I shall leave you to your devices. I trust that I will be informed as to when we will be required on the planet?” - “Of course madam ambassador.” Harrias gave her a slight bow and watched as she left. “Okay people, as she said. Meeting in the observation lounge in two minutes.”
Harrias made a quick excursion to his ready room to collect a few PADDs and gather his thoughts. Less than a minute later, he had crossed the bridge again, and took his seat at the head of the table. As the rest of the staff gathered, he let his gaze idly wander over the planet, viewing seas and large cities without thinking too much about them. Lazily his mind alerted him that everyone was ready, and he focussed again on the room.
- “Nothing too serious folks. Although this is a party, we won’t of course just be having fun. This is a planet that the federation would dearly love to get its hands on, and although we have numerous bargaining agreements and treaties of non-aggression, as well as an agreement that they won’t join the klingon empire, the council would still like for this planet to one day join the federation. As such, we have three tasks on the planet. The first is to conduct ourselves well, show them that we are a good, friendly people. I would prefer not to have any embarrassments to deal with.” He looked at Frek with a friendly, but threatening glance. He paused for a couple of seconds before continuing. “The second task is slightly harder. We need to try and talk to the people in the higher echelons, gauge their feelings, see what the federation might be able to use to gain their membership. Find out if there is anything the planet needs, if their technology is severely lacking in any area. But it must be done extremely subtly. They must not figure out what we are doing.” He gazed into each members of his crew’s eyes in turn, drilling this last sentence into them. “And the third task is perhaps the hardest, and it is to Grace it will primarily fall. Whilst we are doing all of this, we need to prevent Vekra from finding it out, and prevent her from doing similar. It won’t all be down to you Grace, we will all assist, but…”
He left the sentence hanging, hoping that Grace would see his reluctance to bog her down with this task, and yet that he couldn’t see any real alternative. The staff spoke between themselves for a while, discussing what they were hoping to do on the planet, and what kind of entertainment they hoped would be there. Harrias leant back in his seat, waiting for the communiqué. Just as Zhuk had leant forwards to speak to him, it came; patched through by the duty operations officer.
- “Captain Jira, Beta XXIA welcomes you. I am Abraham.” - “Thank you Abraham. On behalf of the federation, I offer you greetings. We were told you had some local trouble, nothing too serious I hope?” - “Oh no Captain, it was just a group of people who had got a bit too excited with the festivities.” He paused. “You are invited to come down to the planet as soon as you are ready. Tonight there will be fireworks, and tomorrow night a meal, which we hope all your crew will attend.” - “Of course, the offer is too great to pass up. I must, of course, leave some people to staff the ship. A minimal crew.” - “That can’t be avoided I’m sure.” Abraham replied without hesitation or feeling. - “Jira out.”
The trill turned to his briefing room, his eyebrows raised slightly. - “Well, that was a most interesting chat.” - “A riot?” Jamey asked, almost incredulously. - “Sounds like it. I know that is how it was sometimes explained away on Andor.” Zhuk commented, and Frek absently nodded in agreement. - “I think we might need to tread a bit lighter than we were expecting. Still, the objectives remain the same. Dismissed, I’ll see you on the planet.”
OOC: Right, go have fun on the planet, and ask questions, find out about possible riots, problems etc. As soon as someone gets bored, feel free to have someone find the Klingon Ambassador murdered in her bed.
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Post by gracemitchell on Nov 14, 2005 11:39:53 GMT
Grace but had always suspected she would have to keep Vekra occupied. "At least Vekra and I seem to get along alright." Grace thought to herself.
She could tell that the Captain was reluctant to give her this task, but he knew that Grace was up to the challenge and that she would do it without complaint. Therefore, it made sense that it would fall to Grace as she has had the most contact with Vekra while on the ship. Most of the crew weren't as keen to be around diplomats as Grace, after all it is part of her job description.
Grace thought the third task could be taken care of as the same time as working on the second task using extreme care, of course, in the Amdassador's presence.
And have some fun at the same time!
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2005 14:24:42 GMT
Melain listened intently to Harrias as he gave them instructions. She wouldn't participate in the festivities, but she was in an excellent position to fullfill some of the other jobs open. She could take Massally planet side and look at some of the museums and other cultural centers to get an idea about these people. If anyone asked why she was not partying she could truefully say that at the moment her religion frowned upon it.
She was about to leave the observation deck when Frek jumped up. "Come one Melain, I heard from some of the crew they have awsome clubs and stuff during the celebraion..." He almost seemed to vibrate with excitement, but Melain's facial expression seemed to calm him down. "Oh yeah, have fun on board then."
"I can go down to the planet, I just have to be careful about what I do." Melain replied. "I don't expect you to come with me."
<Tag Frek>
------------------- Massally was eager to get off the ship for awhile and they where transported near the cultural center of the capital city. The square was surrounded by art galleries, theaters, museums and concert halls and was teaming with people, some obviosly drunk. In the distance Melain could hear joyful music and lots of noise. Nervouse for Massally's safety Melain shepherded her into the first art gallery. Their alien looks got them a few odd looks, but people seemed to remember that there would be delegets from other planets around.
The art was vibrantly coloured in the first rom, a feature room which was show casing art of the festival, in other rooms however things got a little grim. It looked like the Betans had a relativly violent and harsh past. Quite a number of the paintings featured the same figure, a Male Betan dressed in a billowing blue robe, he was bald and often bloody. Beside Melain Massally stared in awe and Melain wondered if they had much for art in the Dradrian culture.
Lets move on the museum Melain wrote on the PaDD she had brought, Massally looked at it and nodded.
The museum was not much better, there was it seemed for the last thousand years a time of peace and celebration, highlighted by the yearly festival, but before that things where worse then Bajor during the occupation, or Earth during the medievel ages. Finally Melain found a painting featuring the blue robed man and struggled to understand what the caption said. She had to pull aside a Museum staff member to read the captian aloud and let he translator work.
"Heralden the savior sacraficed him own life a little over one thousand years ago to end the strife and suffering that had consumed the Betan people fore millenia. There has since been much debate on whether or not Heralden was sent by the ancient gods, or was mearly a Betan with a heart for change and a desire to get that change at any cost." The Museum Employee read.
"The Ancient gods, are they still worshiped?" melain asked, fasinated.
"By a few fanatics, they oppose the presence of aliens like yourselves on Betan soil. They say that you will turn the gods against us." He replied. "But I would not worry, most of them are too busy partying this time of year to bother you."
Melain did not feel entirely reassured.
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Post by fthelev on Nov 14, 2005 20:45:44 GMT
“You sure you can’t come along?” Frek asked. “Nah, you go ahead,” Melain replied, “Besides, I’ll have to take care of Massally. You go ahead and have fun.” “Okay. See you later then.” Finally, some good old fashioned relaxation. The city seemed big enough to support a couple of good bars. He had already uploaded the city plans in his PADD. “And don’t hurt yourself again!” he heard Melain shout after him as headed for the transporter. He waved back at her and grinned. Surely he would be alright.
The planets capital city was ancient. The streets were narrow, the spires that pointed at the sky tall and the bridges across the river that cut the city in half long. All with all, it was pretty place. All the old buildings reminded him a bit of Bajor and the places Melain had shown him. He walked around for half an hour or so before deciding it was time for some more excitement. It’s amazing how easy it is recognize a bar. It doesn’t really matter where you are in the universe, they all look the same. The doors had lost its paint and one of the windows nailed up with a piece of board. Some muffled voices floated out through the open door or perhaps more accurately the holes in it. The muffled voices were accompanied by some notes that kept repeating. It sounded awful. Local music. The musicians around here were probably as deaf as Massally and if not the people who put it on must be. The first thing Frek noticed when he stepped in was the smell of stale booze. One look at the chairs and he decided it would be best to hang at the bar. He doubted the chairs would survive the slightest force subjected to them. Like he said earlier, all the bars in the universe are the same. Or maybe that was only true for the places he ended up in. He made his way to the counter, which wasn’t to hard since the place was filled with perhaps one third of its capacity. But of course it was still early. With his elbows resting on the counter he waited for the barkeeper to make an appearance. A short guy standing about a meter or so away took the alien in from antenna to toe. Feeling someone staring at him Frek looked to his side. The guy was eating what looked liked some kind of nuts.
“What the hell are you?” the nut-eater wanted to know in a hoarse voice. Frek scooped up some nuts from the bowl.
“Thirsty,” he replied. The nuts were dryer than a scoop of sand from an average desert. He could know. No wonder the other fellow had such a hoarse voice.
“Gaghgaghgagh,” Nut-eater laughed with a mouthful of nuts. “Good answer.”
His laughing resulted in an equivalent of a sandstorm. Frek gave him a meager smile as he wiped some half consumed nuts of his face.
He slapped the Andorian on the back. “I’ll buy you a drink.” He waved at the barkeeper looking their way. “Hey, Imoan. A refill and give this blue fellow the same, will you?”
The barkeeper muttered something softly to his colleague and motioned at them with his head. With a nod from his head the other made clear he understood and went to poor the drinks. The other barkeeper gave Frek another quick glace before disappearing in the back.
Two glasses of orange liquid were put in front of them. “I’ll put it on your account Tun.” Nut-eater picked up his glass and raised it. “To your health blue boy.” The barkeeper smirked and walked away.
“Cheers,” Frek replied and took a careful sip. It tasted a bit sour, but not bad. He took another sip. Not bad at all he decided.
“You with that Federation party?” Tun asked.
“How do you know that?” Frek asked.
The man apparently named Tun shrugged. “We don’t get that much off-worlders here. And it was all over the news a Federation diplomatic party would be here to attend the changing of the year festivities.”
“We heard there were some riots earlier,” Frek said between draughts.
Tun replied, a little bit to fast perhaps. “Oh, that had nothing to do with you.”
“So what was it about then?”
“Oh, nothing. You know the sort of thing, People just getting excited about the change of the year.” He finished his drink and wiped his mouth. “Nothing to worry about.”
Nothing to worry about, that’s what he said. And it didn’t escape him Tun kept staring to the door leading to the back. The other barkeeper still hadn’t returned. He should. Slowly people began to drip in. He thought about Melain. It didn’t feel right sitting here, leaving her on her own. He should have gone with her. He began to feel sorry he didn’t.
Frek emptied his drink and straightened his back. “Thanks for the drink Tun. But I have some things must do.”
The other man looked at him for a second or two and then offered his hand. “Take care. Perhaps we’ll meet again.”
“Perhaps,” Frek said as shook the hand, “Drinks are on me next time.” He turned around and wanted to leave, but he was stopped when Tun’s hand got hold of his sleeve.
“You seem to be a decent fellow,” he said in a soft voice, “Be careful.”
Frek nodded and left, a bit puzzled by the guys strange behavior. Of course, it could have been the drinks or the ill-ventilated air. But somehow he doubted it. Standing outside he sucked in a lungful of fresh air and pulled out the PADD from his pocket. He connected it to his combadge and made a connection to the Nevada’s computer. It took only a second to get the information he was looking for. He looked at his own location in the city on the map displayed on the PADD. Only a few blocks. He could easily catch up.
Dusk was beginning to take its toll on the daylight which slowly died away. Frek kept up a steady pace, finding his away through the alien city. He stood still for a moment and checked his PADD. He looked around to take his bearings. Something behind him slipped away in the shadows. Or was it just his imagination? Probably the latter. He looked over his shoulder again. He thought he something moving. Was he being followed? He checked again. Nothing there. He must have been wrong. Frek resumed his way, but he couldn’t help noticing he was walking a bit faster then he was before. He made a turn left and the narrow alleys parted and he found himself on well illuminated square. A quick glance on the PADD and he walked across the square, looking around, when he spotted them walking out of the museum.
Frek smiled and trotted towards them.
“Hey! Melain, wait up!” He called out.
Melain stopped and looked around. Massally, who of course couldn’t hear him, looked up to her, wondering why they’ve stopped.
“Frek!” she said in surprise when he caught up with them. “What are you doing here?”
“Looking for you.” He squatted down next to Massally and pricked a finger in her side. Apparently it tickled ‘cause she started to laugh. The Dradrian child walked around him and climbed on his back.
“I thought you wanted to go and party?” Melain inquired.
“Changed my mind. I’d rather go with you two.” He quickly glanced around the square as he straightened himself. Melain gave him a worried look. “Is something wrong? You seem a bit nervous.”
“Nah,” Frek reassured her. “Things just seem a bit off here. The people. But I’m sure it’s just me seeing things.”
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2005 23:42:54 GMT
(O.O.C I'm going to start using my idea, if that's a problem let me know)
Melain steered Massally towards the exit of the musuem when the door opened and in stepped... Heralden, blue robe, bald head, exactly like the paintings. Melain stared in awe as the Betan Messiah gave her a curt nod and headed past the employee who smiled, but seemed unaware that the man he just greeted was the same one he told her was dead.
"I thought you said...." Melain began.
"That's not Heralden. It is a long story, but I will do my best to explain it to you." the employee replied. "The wars that broke the Betan's apart was over a... genetic trait, an ability. Ancient betans had the ability to use the blood of someone to take on that person's appearence, the act was almost always fatal and the amount of distrust and paranoia is caused caused all the violence, Heralden ended that practice, but Several hundred years ago some scientests found a way to make it safe. We expected that there would be more blood shed, but the government stepped in and now regulate the Guising, that's what we call it. Using it without an extensive amount of paper work and lisence lands someone in jail for life.. or worse. During the celebrations twenty Betans are given the privelage of taking on Heralden's appearence, which naturally comes with a great deal of responsibility. Do you understand now?"
Melain had followed with great intrest, the Federation would be fasinated to learn about this, and as a scientists it intrigued her. "So that man was simply in Heralden's image, amazing."
"Isn't it. Now if you'll excuse me I should see to some of the other geusts." The employee gave a quick bow and headed back into the Museum.
Melain tried to explain to Massally what the employee had told her, but found it difficult to summerize. lets go find something to eat
The street had quited down a bit, but the noise from the parad grounds was just as powerful. Melain checked the Map on her PaDD and saw that there was a resteraunt on the next street over, she ducked down an alley for a short cut.
Massally didn't make a sound when the hand clamped over her mouth, Melain tried to cry out, but wasn't fast enough, when she did catch a glance of her attacker all she saw was a blue robe.
Melain awoke in a dark bare room and immediatly searched for Massally, who lay quivering beside her. Melain rubbed the girl's back encouragingly, she'd been in worse spots before. There was a pain in her neck like someone without any skill had jabbed a hypospray in her, Massally's neck looked bruised as well. The PaDD Melain had used to communicate with the Dradrian was gone and it didn't take Melain long to realise that her dress uniform and Massally's dress had been replaced by grey coveralls.
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Jacab deliverd the federation aliens like he had promised and the team quickly set to work. Inisha had already volenteerd to take on the doctors form and Rebana had grudgingly agreed to take on the appearence of the youth. They wouldn't have had this oppetunity if it hadn't been for the government's short sightedness, they had allowed a zealot to take part in the annual guising and made it possible for Jacab's cell to get ahold of the technology and lisence.
Once the transition was complete Inisha led the now deaf Rebana back onto the street, both rehearsed and prepared for what lay ahead.
They where going to beam up onto the Federation Star Ship when Inisha heard someone calling out the doctor's name. Luckily for them a PaDD the doctor had on them said enough to make the disguise believable, as long as they where careful and lisetend more then they spoke. This alien was blue and his dress uniform had red highlights, this must be the Navigation pilot
“Frek!” Inisha greeted, doing her best to sound casual and surprised “What are you doing here?”
“Looking for you.” The alien poked Rabana in the side, who looked annoyed for a moment, then rememberd herself and began to laugh innocently.
“I thought you wanted to go and party?” Inisha assumed this was what most of the alien crew was doing.
“Changed my mind. I’d rather go with you two.” The alien replied, he seemed distracted.
This was an excellent chance to learn more about the invadors, “Is something wrong? You seem a bit nervous.”
“Nah,” the alien replid. “Things just seem a bit off here. The people. But I’m sure it’s just me seeing things.”
"The riots?" Inisha asked, surely they made him nervouse.
"Nah, a guy told me they had nothing to do with us." The Alien, Frek, shrugged.
Inisha was surprised that one of her kin would lie. "Oh? I was told it was our... I mean the religouse fanatics protesting our presence." she'd almost let it slip, she needed to be careful.
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(O.O.C Sorry I intigrated some of your post Frek, but I wanted to get Inisha's take on things. When I post as the imposted I'm going to use maroon. I hope this is okay with everyone)
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Post by gracemitchell on Nov 15, 2005 2:19:52 GMT
Grace beamed to the planet with Ambassdor Vekra, the Captain and the Colonel. They were greeted by Abraham. AFter the amenities were observed the Captain and Zhuk went their seperate ways while Grace asked Vekra and Abraham if they minded if she remained with them. Vekra assured Grace that she was more than welcomed to remain.
Before the Captain had made the assignment, Grace had ingratiated herself to Vekra in anticipation of the assignment. It seemed to work, Vekra seemed a bit uncomfortable in her surroundings, which for a Klingon diplomat was strange in itself.
Grace kept it well hidden but she had a tendency to get a bit nervous in diplomatic situations. Which went completely against her training, go figure. During her musings, Grace had lost track of the conversation, "I'm sorry, Abraham. I am so intrigued by your decor, I didn't hear your question. Would you repeat it, please?"
"By all means, Commander. I am glad you are enjoying our decor. It is classified as Traditional Betan. We have many shops that specialize in this type and would be happy to give you a tour."
"I couldn't think of anything I would enjoy more. I may find someting I would like for my office on board the Nevada. But as to the question you asked when I was being so rude, Abraham!"
"You were not being rude. I had just wondered what position you hold on your ship, Commander."
"I am the ship's Counselor. Which means simply that I listen to the crew and help them if they need help or a sympathic ear for worries. Most people call me Counselor or my usual preference is my given name of Grace."
"Then I will call you Grace. Ambassdor, would you like a tour of some of our shops, as well? Abraham asked Vekra.
"I would find that enjoyable, I am sure, Abraham."
"Let us away now and return for some refreshment afterwards."
As they left to tour some shops, Grace had the distinct impression that Vekra did not trust Abraham fully. Grace couldn't agree more. Abraham was hiding something. It wouldn't have been the first time that Grace was tested not toopen her mind to Abraham's. It would have been un-ethical, and Grace was anything but un-ethical. But it was still tempting. She thought to herself "I could just hear Harrias if I did. If I thought he yelled the first time, he may just blow a bulkhead if I did it again."
With that thought Grace got a little smile on her face. Abraham took it to mean that Grace was enjoying herself. Grace continued to smile.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2005 3:19:16 GMT
OFF well someone has to stay on the ship
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Cyle stood on the brigde, someway somehow he had managed to be in command at that moment and he had the duty to stay put. He didnt feel like sitting, so he stood. only a few other officers had volunteered to stay behind, Alpha team had gone down to the planet, so Cyle was basically let alone. "just the way i like it" He said as he walked around, talking with a few officers. He really didnt have anything for him to do right away. taking a deep breath Cyle finally sat down with a soft sigh. A few of the officers on board smiled as he fiddled with his hands, being still was not one of his strong points.
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Post by Zhukarak Hrisvalar on Nov 16, 2005 8:16:44 GMT
Zhuk, with Theel'zhiin on his shoulder, and Harrias had seperated from Grace and Vekra. As the ladies strolled one way to take in the sights, the men took another route.
Zhuk felt the many looks they were receiving, and he was sure it wasn't of his attire. Although he did feel smartly dressed with his dark blue button up tunic with gold braiding along the cuffs of his sleeves and along the seems where the closing snaps were, matching his slack pants of the same color. No, part of it was the fact that they were 'aliens' to these people, but the other part was Theel'zhiin.
An alien animal always seemed to spark the interest of a species more so than a new humanoid. The sight of new types of animals always attracted curiousity. Especially those of children from any species. Many just looked however, not daring to take the chance of maybe getting bitten. Theel'zhiin could sense the curiousity and the tension in some, and he would squak while lifting his wings for protection.
"Theel'zhiin seems a bit apprehensive." Harrias mentioned, noting his behavior. "As do I, along with these inhabitants, Captain."
They walked forward to what seemed to be the heart of the celebration. A city square set up with booths and rides and fun houses. "Look over there, Zhuk. I can't believe it, a house of mirrors. I haven't seen such a thing since I was a child. How about you?" Zhuk was pondering the use of a house full of mirrors. "I can't say that I have ever been to such a place. Why a house full of mirrors?"
Harrias grabbed Zhuk by the arm to drag him on over to the entrance. Theel'zhiin raised his wings to keep balance by the quickend pace. "Let's go in. You'll see and maybe understand then." Harrias took the lead.
As Zhuk entered, following Harrias, they were surrounded by mirrors from what seemed like all sides. looking into one of them, Zhuk could see the shape of his body had contorted and become wavy from top to bottom. Theel'zhiin let out a large shrill while taking in the same site. At another angle, apparently another mirror, Zhuk could see Harrias with a small upper torso as it then gradually got bigger and wider near the bottom. "Well, Captain, it seems your head has shrunk while everything else has grown in proportion. Makes one wonder if you would still be fit to command in this shape." Harrias turned and looked at Zhuk with a big grin on his face. "I knew you'd get it. Even cracked a joke." Zhuk gave a big smile himself. "Well, I am an Andorian, not a Vulcan."
After a few more turns and funny comments about the various shapes and forms of their bodies, they had finally exited the maze of mirrors. Zhuk could see the amusement of it, but more so for a child.
A wondrous smell permiated the air that aroused Zhuk's attention, as well as that of Theel'zhiin who was flapping his wings in delight. The smell came from across the street, from a food vendor. Zhuk was hungry and was curious if the smell would be equivalent to the taste. "Captain, shall we try some of the local cuisine?" "We shall, but under one condition. It's just you and me, so stop calling me Captain. I think we've known each other long enough that would allow you to relax your strict marine protocols. Harrias is fine and that's an order. Now let's eat."
Zhuk did not take offense to this. Harrias was right. The amount of time they had spent together on Nevada allowed for some informalities. So Harrias it was. Together they walked across the street to see what caused the origination of the smell was.
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Post by gracemitchell on Nov 16, 2005 11:58:09 GMT
As they entered their third shop, Abraham had become increasing obnoxious trying to impress Ambassador Vekra. Vekra was not enjoying herself and hiding that fact was getting increasing harder for her, ater all she is a Klingon.
Grace was always in hearing distance of both Vekra and Abraham, but she was also being given the opportunity to speak to many of the shop keepers and other customers in the first two shops.
The shop keepers and customers were not too keen on the Ambassador, most showed signs of fear of her. When they first saw Grace they were slightly disdainful, but Grace turned on the charm and they seemed to warm up to her.
The shop they were currently in did have some beautiful local art. One piece in particular attracted Vekra's attention, but the shop keeper wasn't going near Vekra or Abraham. The shop keeper, whose nametag said 'Noma' on it, kept pretending to look over some papers ignoring these two important customers Grace walked up to her and inquired about the piece that Vekra was interested in.
"Excuse me. How do you do? My name is Grace and my friend here is interested in that piece over there, what could you tell us about it?"
"I don't speak to strangers or people from other worlds." Noma replied.
"If you don't speak to strangers, how do you sell anything? Aren't most customers who walk in here strangers to you?"
"Yes, they are but they are from my world, so they are not strange."
"Oh, so it isn't strangers you don't talk to it is strange looking people you don't?"
"Yes!"
"Do I seem strange to you?"
"Not as strange as that one." pointing to Vekra.
"I assure you, the Ambassdor is quite harmless unless provoked. Which is how she is feeling now. If you were to help her, it would be a good thing."
"Oh, alright, if only to get rid of all of you expecially her and that Abraham."
"You are not fond of Abraham?"
"No, he is a political and not worth my notice, now leave me to my strange customer."
"Thank you, Noma."
Noma walked over to Vekra and Abraham while Grace stayed a little away from them. Which was helpful since she was able to overhear three other customers talking.
"If Noma isn't careful, she is going to alienate those three and then there will be big trouble." The first one said.
The second one replies "We are going to have to have Seth speak to her again."
"Are you going to tell him? He gets so annoyed with his sister when she acts like this and she does this all the time she sees Abraham." the third customer said.
"Seth is going to have to get her under control. I know none of us are fond of out worlders but we have to be careful. The plan could go terrible wrong if Noma isn't careful. That Ambassdor is scary looking enough without offending her as that shorter woman said." the second customer said.
The first one comments "That shorter woman seems almost like us and much nicer than that Ambassador. I'm not fond of Abraham, but he seems taken by that shorter woman, too. Do you think she could be normal?"
Grace's curiousity was piqued, but the tone of Vekra's voice brought her ears back to that conversation.
"What do you mean, you won't sell to me. I am a Klingon Ambassador. How dare you treat me like this!" Vekra was outraged, and walked out of the shop with Abraham on her heels. Grace had no choice but to leave as well.
"Grace, I insist we leave and go back to the ship at once. I do not want to stay in these peoples company anymore."
"But Ambassador, it was only one shop keeper. I will speak to her."
"Abraham, are you blind! It has been the same reaction in all the shops we have been in. Your people are not ready for 'out worlders'. You are not ready for any of us. Grace, contact your ship!"
"We are sorry, Abraham. I need to escourt the Ambassador back to my ship. Good-bye."
Grace contacted Cyle on the ship and they were transported back on board. Vekra excuse dherself to go to the holodeck to work out and Grace returned to the planet to see some sights and talk to the locals.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 16, 2005 14:31:36 GMT
Inisha felt a tingling sensation in her ear where they placed the communication transeiver after undergoing the transformation.
Inisha, It's Seth. You need to move quickly Noma's made some of the Federation freaks suspicouse. We tried calming her down but you know how she is, also the doctor and the kid woke up and chances are they aren't going to take too kindly to being locked up
Inisha had no way to reply, but understood the situation her team was in. "I am getting tired and I should check back in at sickbay. Massally and I are going back on board. You can come if you want but we won't be doing anything nearly as interesting as what is going on here." She preyed to the gods that the blue alien would get the point.
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=A=Doctor Lorre to the Nevada, we are ready to return=A= was there something Inisha needed to say, these people wher emore complicated then she had thought. She was debating whether or not to try something different when she felt the most unsettling feeling creep over her, and momentts later she was standing on a platform in a room, it worked.
Inisha tuged on Rebana's arm and they headed out the door. She snuck a look at a nearby map to find where sickbay was.
Sickbay was quiet, there was one crewmember who looked like he was nursing a headache adn was being cared for my a women, most likely The ships senior nurse. "You'll be alright now Johnson, just don't party so hard next time. go and take the rest of the day off I'll contact your superior officer." The nurse said, helpinf the crewmember off the bed. "Back already Melain, taht was quick."
Inisha looked around for someone else, before realising the nurse was addressing her, the nurse didn't seem to notice. "Oh, yeah. I didn't take well to the food down there. I'm fine now though. If you want a break I can cover sickbay for a few hours."
"That would be wonderful, I've heard the fair is amazing and I promised Tanet I'd take him on the roller coaster." The nurse smiled before she headed out the door.
"Roller coasters, disgusting. This festival is to celebrate the sacrafice of Heranden and our government has turned it into a time of debauchery and worldly pleasures." Rebana grumbled.
"shut up, your supposed to be deaf. Besides they could be able to hear us." Inisha hissed back. "Now we need to get Harrias up here.
"You're the one who forgot your name." Rebana retorted. "Just call him with that communicator."
=A=Doctor Lorre to Captain Harrias, I hate to bother you at this time, but I've been going over your last tests and something's come up that concerns me. It's probably nothing, but we should check it as soon as possible=A=
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Post by Deleted on Nov 16, 2005 16:12:50 GMT
Cyle sat down in the armoury with Beta Team, cleaning a few rifles they had just finished firing at the range. Cyle just returned from the transporter room where he had brought the Ambassador back from the planet's surface.
After they had finished cleaning, Cyle sent the team down to the planet to relieve Alpha team. He got the reports from them and noticed that there hadnt been any more "problems" from the locals since they arrived.
"well, all looks in good order" Cyle said as he looked over the reports with the team leader.
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Post by gracemitchell on Nov 16, 2005 23:59:03 GMT
As Grace was wondering around, she noticed that some of the planets inhabitants didn't seem to mind her presence where others gave her hostile looks. Not to mention the fact that she was picking up strong negative emotions from them as well. Grace had always had a hard time stopping strong negative emotions from breaking through her control.
Grace also began to notice a wonderful smell. It made her realized that she was hungry. As she stepped in to the restaurant, she noticed the Captain and Colonel sitting at a table. She walked over to them "Mind if I join you?"
Harrias said "Not at all, Grace. Where is the Ambassador?"
"She had had enough of Abraham and the locals. She returned to the ship. The inhabitants were not very kind to her, and well, Abraham was being too much of a politian to suit her."
"How have the locals been treating you, Grace?" Zhuk wondered.
"I faired a little better but not much. There seem to be a large number of the population who are't thrilled about us being here." Grace went on to re-count the conversation she overheard in the shop before Vekra left. SHe also mentioned feeling the strong negative emotions from some of the locals.
"Grace, I thought you were able to block those things from coming through?" Harrias askes
"I can block normal and strong good emotions, but strong negative emotions get through easier. I am still working on that problem."
At this point a communication comes for Harrias from Melain for him to return to the ship.
Harrias leaves leaving Zhuk and Grace alone at the table. But they are not having a outward conversation, Theel'zhiin is doing the communicating with Grace. It takes the Colonel a couple of minutes to realize this. "Well, Theel'zhiin, I might start thinking you like the counselor over me!"
"Not at all, Zhuk. Theel'zhiin can tell that I sometimes need to use my telepathy. I must apologize I would have thought he would have told you this. He has been helping me, he sensed that my telepathy can go a bit haywire from non-use so he reaches out to me every now and then to help. He is a very wonderful individual."
Zhuk looked shocked!
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Post by Harrias Jira on Nov 17, 2005 13:20:48 GMT
Finally, Zhuk and Harrias had managed to get served, and had soon sought out a table to eat their purchases. Neither had any idea what they were really about to eat, but whatever it was smelled so good that they didn’t really care. They were nearing the end of their meal when Grace sat down with them.
=/\=Doctor Lorre to Captain Harrias, I hate to bother you at this time, but I've been going over your last tests and something's come up that concerns me. It's probably nothing, but we should check it as soon as possible=/\= =/\= Acknowledged Doctor. =/\=
He nodded his apology to the counsellor and first officer, and made his way out of the restaurant. He wondered what it was that Dr Lorre could have found, and indeed why she was doing work at this time. Then, he supposed that a doctor’s job never truly stopped; especially if she suddenly realised that something might be ‘off’. He found a relatively secluded area, and then indicated to the Nevada to beam him back up to the ship.
As he materialised in the transporter room, he looked about and for the first time noticed how metallic the décor seemed in the ship. Of course; it was in essence a military vessel, and the need for pleasing decoration was not high on the agenda of the builders. However, after the wild colours of the planet, and the wonderful variation of smells, his starship did seem a very artificial environment. He wondered if he was starting to yearn for home again, and whether it was maybe time for another trip back to earth. Although Earth wasn’t his home, it was one of those places that could make any Starfleet officer feel like he was home. And besides, he had spent so many good years in the academy in San Francisco that he could just about excuse that as a place like home.
He took his time walking through the ship, reckoning that if it had truly been an emergency the Doctor would have had a bit more urgency in her voice. As he ambled his way there, he stopped on a few occasions to have rare chats with some of the members of the crew that he never normally saw in his day to day duties. That was something else he might have to start doing; taking more walks of the ship, meeting more of the crew. There were far too many unfamiliar faces around for his liking.
- “Ah Doctor, you called for me?”
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Post by Deleted on Nov 17, 2005 14:04:49 GMT
Inisha looked up from where she had been reading the Captain's file to come of with a worthy excuse for havin him come. "In the last mission you where seperated from your symbiote, Jira. Now I feel it is imperitive that we insure that you have reconnected properly, your last test results show low isoboramine levels and any lose of connection will have effected this."
"Did this have to happen now doctor?" Harrias asked.
Inisha struggled to find an excuse, surely this symbiote thing was enough of an excuse to bring him here. "Yes, I have time now, you have time now. Please sit down."
Inisha guided the Captain to a seat. Back on Betan she had down a large amount of research on Trills, it would be more difficult to take on the Captain's appearence then anmother crewmember because of his symbiote, but not impossible. "Captain, I'm going to need a blood sample."
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Post by Jamey Gaz on Nov 17, 2005 16:21:54 GMT
Jamey decided to stay on the ship at least for right now. The Nevada was asked to monitor space traffic for federation ships. That job fell to the OPS station.
Jamey had spent the last several hours keeping non-federation ships out of the path of federation ships. Becoming very frustrated with this task he haled the planets flight control.
"USS Nevada to Beta XXIA flight control ... requesting that you move flight pattern theta ... ships in that orbit are in danger of drifting into Federation ships."
The channel remained quite ... Jamey repeated the request ... after about ten minutes a very drunk voice came over the channel.
"Betttta X ... uh ... XX .... uh plight fattern tater looks ko to us down here uh .... uh .... big ship up there." The very slurred voice came back from the planet.
Jamey turned to look at the bridge crew with disbelief ... then replied back. "Please request that all ships in that flight pattern attend to their orbit ... Nevada out."
"Lt. Jamey Parker to Captain Harrias, we seem to have a problem up here with the planets flight control."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 17, 2005 17:19:13 GMT
(O.O.C now to finsih up what i started, stupid school ruins always gets in the way)
Inisha took the sample and headed to the Doctor's officer where she made gestures as if she was testing it.
Rabana was in the office doing looking bored. "Are you almost done?" she asked, her voice held a slight lisp, atributed to the fact she could not hear herself.
"Almost, get the injection ready, I'll be back in a moment." Inisha replied, she whished that the Federation doctor didn't have a tag along, then she could have done this alone.
She returned to Harrias a few minutes later. "I'm afraid your Isobromine levels are very low. I'm going to give you somehting to bring them up, but in the meantime take it easy." She fiddled with a hypospray and pressed it against the Trill's neck. The hypo contained nothing but a strong sedative.
"Doctor, am I suposed to feel..." Harrias drifted off, his eyes glaced over slightly.
"Drowsy, yes, but not this drowsy. Things might be worse then I thought. Let me help you to your quarters." Inisha replied tenderly, he was very trusting of his crewmembers, this would serve as her advantage.
She arranged a site to site transport to avoid revealing that she really had no clue where the Captain's quarters where.
Rabana arrived shortly after Inisha had laid Harias down on the couch. "Come on, we haven't go much time." Inisha hissed as her collegue hurried with the injection.
To avoid wrecking the Doctor's uniform, Inisha changed into Harias's outfit before injecting herself with the Betan hypospray they had brought along. She looked at herself in the mirror, and waited.
"Don't forget to take off that earing." Rabana reminded her.
Inisha ulled of the earing just as the injection took effect. "Shut up, I know what I'm doing. Hand me his phaser and while I'm gone watch over him to make sure he does not wake up." Inisha instructed as if Rabana was a little child. Her voice had deepened, she'd gorwn taller, spots formed on her neck, and she felt different inside.
"can you survive without the symbiote?" Rabana asked.
"How should I know." Inisha retorted. 'But If I don't it's up to you to clear up everything and if yo umess up you'll have the gods to answer to."
Inisha stepped out into the corridor, adjustng her step to match the captains, and headed toward the ambassador's suit. She nodded politly to several crewmembers she passed, who had halted and stood at attention.
The Ambassador's quarters where locked, but Inisha did not have to wait long for the Klingon to arrive.
"Captain, what are you doing here?" Vekra asked.
"I thought it would be beneficial if we talked about the betan people, what did you think of them?" Inisha asked.
"A great deal, come in and we can talk more comfortably." Vekra replied as the door opened. Inisha followed her inside.
The door closed, and Insiha drew the phaser. "Nothing personnal." she smirked, the Klingon was one of a warrior people, but even she could not survive three phaser shots to the heart.
Inisha made a great effort to leave just enough evidence to make anyone believe it was indeed the Ship's captain who killed the Ambassador, but not too much to make it look fake. After setting the secen she headed swiftly back to Harrias's quarters where she met up with Rabana.
"The Ambassador?" Rabana asked as she helped Inisha get undressed.
"Dead, soon war will break out between the Federation and the Klingons, they will destrot each other and the Betan people can continue to live in isolation." Inisha smiled. "Get him dressed in this uniform. I'll change back into the Doctor."
Five minutes later they where back in sickbay waiting for reports of the Ambassador's death to reach them.
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Post by gracemitchell on Nov 17, 2005 20:37:01 GMT
Grace finished her meal while having a pleasant conversation with Zhuk. Afterwards she excused herself to return to the ship to check on the Ambassador.
Grace chimed Vekra's door a couple of times without a response. =A=Computer. Locate Ambassador Vekra=A= , the reply came back =A=Ambassador Vekra is in her quarters.=A= Grace thought maybe Vekra was asleep, but she knew Vekra wel enough to know that she had been too agitated for rest.
Grace inputted a command to the computer to override the lock and it was a good thing. The Ambassador was dead. =A=Counselor Mitchell to Mr. Johnson. Please report to Ambassador Vekra's quarter's, immediately=A=
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Post by Deleted on Nov 18, 2005 0:19:56 GMT
Melain held Massally close to her. The room was cold, and Melain felt her hunger getting stronger.
"I geuss my fast isn't going to be very difficult." she sighed. After waking up she'd checked to see if their captors had left her anything useful, but even her earring was gone and she found that her legs where chained together and fastened to the floor. If only the captors would come in so she could see them, at least then she would know what they where up against.
Just then, as if her prayers had been answerd, the door opened and in stepped The Blue robed man they saw in the museum, and another Betan Melain had never seen before.
"Get them something to eat Seth, Rebana and Inisha won't be pleased if we they die." The Herandin imposter ordered.
The younger Betan nodded his head "Of course Jacab, but I hardly see why we can spare thier lives yet allow the murder of..."
"Quiet!" Jacab yelled. "They must know nothing, speak anymore and you will ruin everything the Divine Purists have struggled towards."
Seth simply shrunk back into the doorway as if he'd been slapped. As he left another Betan entered, a blond haired female.
"Jacab, we can hear you from the front. You will alert the customers." she hissed. "It's enough that I had to chase away that Klingon filth without having you draw attention to us. Go back on the streets, people expect to see you, and if they don't they will become suspicouse.
"Who's in charge of this operation, get out of my sight." Jacab argued.
"Inisha was, but she is gone. As her sister I should take charge, Seth hasn't and so far you've..."
"Handled it well all things considering." Jacab interupted. "That is what you where going to say wasn't it?"
Melain suddenly noticed the man's emense size, he was several heads taller then the smaller female, and easily twice her weight. She did not reply, but rather slunk back out the door.
"You two will keep still and quiet, if you move." Jacab jerked his head toward Melain. "The girl will suffer."
"and will your gods forgive you for harming a child?" Melain asked, she never took kindly for threats, especially those regarding childern.
"What the gods do and do not is none of your concern outsider. If I had my way you'd both be dead, but unlike it may appear, this opperation is a team effort." Jacab leaned down and lifted Massally's chin up. "Pity though, the planet could do without that face."
For the first time Melain was greatful that Massally could not hear. She almost spoke back when the door opened again and in came the young male. "Jacab, there are people here to see you."
The large man growled and headed out the door. "He's grumpy because of the festival and because the riots where not sucsessful. I brought you things to eat." he placed a plate of food down on the floor. "It's just some bread stuff, it shouldn't make you sick."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 18, 2005 4:54:00 GMT
Cyle was again sitting in the armory, going over a few adjustments to a rifle one of the team members had brought up. Looking around the room, he noticed he only had a couple dozen personel at his disposal, and he had almost forgotten the ambassador, she had come back aboard.
[color=red"Lieutenant, you and the Ensign there go see if the Ambassador needs anything, and keep an eye on her will ya?"[/color]
Thhey nodded and left, almost immediatly after ward, his comm badge beeped
=A=Counselor Mitchell to Mr. Johnson. Please report to Ambassador Vekra's quarter's, immediately=A=
=^= on my way=^=
"Follow me" Cyle said as he passed the two he just sent out, he rushed throught a few corriders and arrived to see the counselor standing over the now dead Klingon.
Cyle went to her side and check for a pulse, finding nothing he dropped his head and pushed his comm badge =^= Lieutenant Johnson to transporter room 2, emergency transport to sick bay=^= he put his comm badge on the Ambassador, and then turned to the counselor. " did you see anyone leave the room?
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Off: Ok, what excatly would the captian leave that would put him at the scene of the crime?
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Post by Zhukarak Hrisvalar on Nov 18, 2005 8:28:03 GMT
"Not at all, Zhuk. Theel'zhiin can tell that I sometimes need to use my telepathy. I must apologize I would have thought he would have told you this. He has been helping me, he sensed that my telepathy can go a bit haywire from non-use so he reaches out to me every now and then to help. He is a very wonderful individual."
Zhuk looked shocked!
"In that case, Grace, I am glad that he is of help to you. You are right, he does make for a fine friend."
Zhuk and Grace cotinued eating their meals, and having polite conversation. It was actually the first time Zhuk had had a chance to just converse with her outside of normal duties. She had quite an interesting past, according to her personnel file, but to hear some of it in her own words gave reflection to her feelings and thoughts of her situation.
They were finally done eating whatever delicious meal it was they were having. It had satisfied Zhuk quite well, and Grace seemed to have enjoyed it very much also. Theel'zhiin had delighted in the tasting of some new raw meat, which seemed to have pleased him as well.
Grace excused herself to go check on Vekra. Zhukarak and Theel'zhiin went to peruse a few more shops in the area. It wasn't long when his comm badge alerted him. It was Lieutenant Parker.
=/\= Colonel! We have an emergency up here. I'm initiating emergency transport to retrieve you sir. =/\=
=/\= Hold one! =/\= Zhuk went ahead and ducked into a side alley, where not too many people were watching what was going on. Theel'zhiin had already goen 'between' and was no doupt already on-board the Nevada when the urgency of Mr. Parker's voice came through.
=/\= Engage! =/\=
The blue shimmer enveloped Zhuk in an all too familiar glow. LT Parker was in the transporter room to quickly brief Zhuk on what was going on. "Sorry sir, but we have a situation."
"Well spill it as you humans like to say." Zhukarak was curt and didn't have time for subtleties.
"It seems that the Klingon Ambassador has been murdered." Jamey looked and waited for Zhukarak's reaction.
"Where?"
"In her quarters, but her body was transported to sickbay."
"Let's go. Maybe Dr. Lorre can shed some light on this." Together they strolled out of the transporter room and made their way to sickbay.
"Where is Captain Jira?" Zhuk suddenly asked.
"I tried reaching him but he doesn't reply. The computer has him located in his quarters." Jamey's face was one of dismay. Zhuk was curious as to why the Captain took this time to apparently take a nap and not want to be disturbed. He would deal with that later.
As they reached sickbay, Zhuk saw Melain placing a cover over the Ambassador's body indicating that there was nothing else that could be done. "Cause of death?" Zhuk asked.
"Three phaser blasts to the chest, striking the heart."
Zhuk took in the answer, but something was bothering him. Zhuk noted that the overhead monitors for that particular biobed were not on, nor did he see a tricorder in the immediate area. He momentarily dismissed it, knowing that Melain was a good doctor. "I'll need a full medical report on her death within an hour. We're going to have to report this to S47 so they can relay it to the Klingons.
"Lieutenant Parker, I need to get to the ambassador's quarters. I'm sure Lieutenant Johnson has that area under quarantine already. In the meantime, I want you to recall all Nevada personnel and no one leaves this ship. We have a murderer on-board."
Jamey accepted his instructions and took his leave from Zhukarak as he was heading towards the ambassador's quarters. As Zhuk had already guessed, LT Johnson was at the scene, along with Grace. Grace was sitting down. Zhuk surmised that she had apparently seen Vekra's dead body and was a bit shaken by it. Zhuk walked up to Cyle for a status report. "What do we know?"
Cyle had picked up a Type II phaser, that seemed to be the murder weapon. He was handling it from the barrel's end. "Well sir, I found this on the floor over here. We'll need to analyze it and see if any DNA matches anyone on-board. I found this pip as well."
Cyle handed over the little golden disk to Zhukarak. Someone had lost part of their rank. There must have been a struggle, but the room didn't look too much in a disarray. "Have it analyzed as well. I need to inform the Captain. Grace, would you join me please?"
Grace got up to follow Zhuk to the Captain's quarters. On the way she had explained how she had to overide the door locks and found the dead body. Zhuk was starining his brain over who on-board would want Vekra dead, and what would they have to gain by it.
They arrived infront of Harrias' quarters. The chime announced their presence, but there was no response at first. Another chime could be heard from inside. This time Zhuk could hear what sounded like stumbling inside, until the door finally swooshed open. There stood Captain Jira with his uniform a bit out of place.
"What...what is...it? Sorry...I have a...headache. Must have...been the food...can't remember..." Harrias almost fell to the floor when Zhukarak got a hold of him, to brace him and guide him back inside to the sofa to take a seat.
Harrias, with his elbows upon his knees, placed his face into his hands trying to jump-start his brain as if from a hangover. Grace took Zhuk over to the side to talk to him in private. "Zhukarak, he's missing a pip." Zhuk quickly turned his head to face Harrias and stared at his rank. Sure enough, he was only wearing three pips like a Commander.
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Post by gracemitchell on Nov 18, 2005 13:00:28 GMT
Zhuk looked back at Grace, they both had an astonished look on their faces.
Grace went and sat beside Harrias in a calm, gentle vocie began to ask questions "Harrias, youwill need to tell us where you have been since you left us on the planet?"
"I-I-I d-o-n-'t k-n-o-w" Harrias replied groggily.
"Did you go see the Doctor?"
"I-I-I d-o-n-'t k-n-o-w"
"Did you check on Vekra?"
"I-I-I d-o-n-'t k-n-o-w"
"Captain, you need to think." Grace said in a very official tone of voice. It had the desire effect of him beginning to pull himself together.
"W-h-a-t h-as happened?" Harrias asked
Zhukarak answered in an official tone taking the hint from Grace "The Ambassador has been killed, sir."
"WHAT! Where? Who?"
Zhuk replies "The where was in her quarters. The who! We don't know yet."
Harrias was still groggy but coming around. The news of the murder was having the effect of cold water splashed in the face."Is Lt Johnson investigating?"
"Yes, he is following procedure. We found a phaser near the body, and he is having it checked for DNA. He also found a pip, and, Captain, you are missing a pip." Zhuk said.
"WHAT!" Raising his hand to his collar, Harrias felt the spot where the pip should have been. As he tried to stand to go look in a mirror, Harrias started to sway. Both Zhuk and Grace helped him to sit down again.
"I suggest you take it a little slower, Harrias." Grace said calmly.
Harrias began his questioning again "Who found the body?"
"I did. I had returned to the ship to check on Vekra. I had hoped to persuade her to go back to the planet with me." Both men could hear the sadness in Grace's voice.
"You liked the Ambassador, didn't you Grace?" Zhuk asked.
"Yes, I did. I have had a fondness for Klingons. I am a medical doctor as well as a pyschologist, so I have a hard time with the loss of a life. It makes it difficult when you are fond..." When Grace didn't finish her sentence, Zhuk and Harrias looked at her noticing a far away look in her eye. Grace began to speak in a fragmented way.
"Man. Blue. Robe."
"What?" Harrias and Zhuk said together. Neither of them had ever seen Grace in a trance before.
Grace became normal again "I saw a large man in a blue robe issuing orders to someone I couldn't see."
Zhukarak looking perplexed "What are you talking about, Grace?"
"I'm sorry! I just had a vision of a large man in a blue robe. Visions come on me quite suddenly."
"Was the man on the ship?" Zhuk asks.
"I couldn't tell."
"You said he was issuing orders. Could you hear what orders he was saying?"
"Unfortunately, no. Most times, my visions aren't too clear at first, but I can usually count on having more, which when put together, they make sense."
Harrias sounding more coherent asks "If you do have more, let us know. I just hope you don't have it in front of me. That was strange."
"Try being on the receiving end, once. Now, let's forget about the vision for now and get back to the matter at hand."
"Grace, do you think your vision is tyed into the murder?" Zhuk asked.
"Yes. But I suggest we check wih some of the returning crew to see if they saw anyone with that description, but more investigation or another vision may be needed. Harrias can you remember anything, yet after you returned to the ship?"
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Post by Harrias Jira on Nov 18, 2005 14:13:44 GMT
- “I… I can’t remember. I got the call from Lorre, I remember that. I came back to the ship. After that, I can’t remember anything, I don’t even know if I went to sickbay to see the doctor.”
Zhuk looked down at the floor, and then glanced back up.
- “Captain -” he paused, trying to find the words- “Could you have done it.” - “In that I don’t remember what I’ve done… Yes. In that I have no reason to kill her… No.”
At his words Grace looked over to Zhuk, and indicated that they should leave the Captain for a few seconds. They walked out of earshot. The trill felt his collar once more, checking for the fourth pip that had to be there somewhere. Or maybe… He felt down his uniform, feeling for anywhere it could have dropped into. Nothing. Frustrated, he wracked his brain. Surely he could remember where he had been, what he had been doing.
A few metres away, Grace whispered to Zhuk, - “He is withholding something. He doesn’t remember anything, that is true. But the second half. I would suspect that maybe he does have a reason to kill her, although he might not even be aware of that.” - “Do you think he could have done it?” - “He has always hidden things from my Colonel. But everyone here does. I would like to say that he couldn’t have done it. But I don’t know him completely enough to be able to say that with certainty.” The pair of them shared a look, one that conveyed how awkward this whole situation was. Together, they walked back to Harrias.
- “Harrias, Captain.” Zhuk started. “You will need to come to the brig with us. Can you walk?” - “Say it Zhuk. You know you have to say it.” The trill looked up at his first officer, his expression pained. The andorian sighed slightly. - “Captain Harrias Jira, I am arresting you for the murder of Ambassador Vekra. You do not have to say anything but anything you do say will be taken down and used as evidence. You have the right to a lawyer. You will be appointed a lawyer by the United Federation of Planets."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 18, 2005 15:14:16 GMT
Things couldn't have worked better. The body of the Klingon was brought to Sickbay and Lorre.. or rather Inisha was told to preform a complete autopsy. It seemed as though the real doctors trustworthiness had caused no one to suspect anything from her, even when she took a few moments to clue into things she should have responded to immediatly, or even though she thought for a moment the other blue alien noticed the security cameras where off.
"Turn those cameras back on Rebana, we don't need them off any more. Try to find out if you can loop the image to make it not look so suspicouse or something." Inisha orderd.
"Why can't you do it?" Rebana asked, but Inisha had no time to respond because at that moment the door slid open and in stepped the Nurse, Rachel.
"I heard the news, this is horrible. They suspect the Captain!" The women exclaimed . "It can't have been him, let me help you with the autopsy, maybe we will find evidence it wasn't him."
"That's not necessary, I'll be fine." Inisha replied. "Why don't you check up on some of the hangover patients we sent to their quarters."
"Oh... okay good idea." The nurse looked slightly hurt as she turned and headed out the door.
Once she'd left Inisha turned back to rebana. 'I'm not going to mess with those cameras because you are the technical expert of this duo and I'm a trained medical professional. That's why I got the doctor and you got thr girl. So unless you know how to preform an autopsy, go and deal with the cameras."
"When are we going home?" Rebana asked.
Inisha rolled her eyes. "We stay on board untill we are certain a war has started, then we return to the surface."
"And the real doctor and girl?" Rebana asked, she was stalling Inisha was certain of it.
"Either we kill them, or the other's pretend that they captured them later on, after we returned to the surface, and treat them as hostages." Inisha replied. "You don't need to worry about that, now get to work on the security equipment ."
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Jamey Gaz
Commander 1C
Species: Joined Trill
Registered: Feb 17, 2005 8:15:35 GMT
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Post by Jamey Gaz on Nov 18, 2005 15:51:43 GMT
"Lieutenant Parker, I need to get to the ambassador's quarters. I'm sure Lieutenant Johnson has that area under quarantine already. In the meantime, I want you to recall all Nevada personnel and no one leaves this ship. We have a murderer on-board." Zhuk instructed.
"Yes Sir," Jamey turned and went back to the bridge ... arriving he open communications to all Nevada Crew Members on the ship and also on the surface of the planet.
=^= USS Nevada to all crew members ... under orders from the First Officer, all crew members must return to the ship ... leave has been canceled ... Parker - out =^=
Jamey returned to the ships logs ... if anybody came aboard the ship the logs would show it ...
... looking through the last couple of hours he noticed that the Captain, Doctor and the little girl had returned to the ship. But then he noticed a site-to-site transport ... but all the information was deleted.
Jamey questioned, "Computer, who's command codes were used to delete the information file for the site-to-site transport?" The computer responded, "The site-to-site transport information file was deleted by Captain Harrias."
Shocked at the response from the computer, Jamey wondered ... if the Captain was going to delete the information file ... why didn't he also delete the file marker that indicated that the file was a transporter file? Looking for the bio file that would be associated with the transporter file, Jamey was shocked to find that it was intact. Opening the file, he saw that the bio signatures were tampered with; the file was un-readable. He started out to try to repair and reconstruct the file.
OOC (PS .. I'm a joined Trill too ... my symbiont is name Gaz ... just in case anybody didn't know)
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gracemitchell
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Registered: Apr 19, 2024 2:14:32 GMT
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Post by gracemitchell on Nov 20, 2005 3:38:53 GMT
Grace went with Zhuk to Ambassador Vekra's quarters. "Grace, what do you hope to find when we get there?"
"Colonel, it's not with my eyes I will be seeing. In words from my original time, I hope to pick up some 'vibes'. In other words, I am going to open my senses to the room, perhaps they can find something your eyes and technology can not."
"Do you think you will 'pick up vibes'?"
"I can only hope to. I can't guarantee anything. But Colonel, the Captian ordered me not to use my telepathy unless him or the FO order me to. In other words..."
"Speak no more, Grace. I order you to use your telepathy in the Ambassdor's quarters. I am also wondering if you could use your telepathy on the Captain to find out what happened."
"I could, but I won't unless he requests me to, it would be un-ethical. I can only speak to him now as Ship's Counselor or one of the ship's inquisitors.
"It was worth a try, it would make this whole affair much easier."
"Yes, Zhuk. I have thought of that too, but sometimes we have to do things the hard way. Although, having telepathy has inadvertently brought some funny moments. If my vision's weren't so serious most of the time, the look on people's faces is enough to make a person laugh. But enough frivolity, there is a long task ahead of us."
"You're right. Let's get to work. Grace, if you do pick up any 'vibes' be sure to let me know. Better yet, let Lt Johnson know, maybe the look on his face will be worth a laugh. I know I could use one."
"Aye Sir. Perhaps Cyle will appreciate my 'strange sense of humor' " Grace said with a small smile, and Zhuk smirked a little, too.
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