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Post by Deleted on Nov 20, 2005 4:18:44 GMT
Melain was hesitant to eat the food Seth provided, but Massally was so hungry she couldn't bare to refuse what the girl needed.
"Why have you captured us?" she asked, breaking the silence that had englufed the room.
"I really can't answer that, it's nothing personnal." Seth replied. "We have to fight against what you represent, we haven't got a choice."
"You always have a choice. So your vendetta is against the Federation, you must worship the ancient gods." Melain pressed.
"They are no more ancient then you or I." Seth argued. "They do not approve of your presence, you will ruin the purity of Beta XII"
"And how do you know they do not approve?" Melain asked, she found the way he embraced his faith both familiar and frightening.
"Some of the leaders have had visions" Seth sounded confident "I had a vision." he added quietly.
"You are blessed, what did they tell you?" Melain asked.
"They didn't really tell me anything, but I saw my world broken by conflict, crawling with outsiders." Seth explained. "why are you so curiose?"
"My own gods, the prophets, sometimes give their servants visions. Those who have them are blessed, yet are given a great responsibilty; They must determine what the vision meant." Melain replied. "You believe the Federation will bring destruction, a feeling echoing that of my own people."
"Your people cannot be the same as the Betans, you are an outsider, we are nothing alike." Seth seemed to recite this.
"Bajor too was broken by conflict, an occupying force from another world had enslaved my people and polluted the planet. We found salvation in one sent by the prophets, the Emissary, a Federation Officer." Melain paused, wondering if Seth would understand. "Many of our people did not trust the Federation, we thought they might do the same to us as The Cardassians did. Offer us aid, and then take over, but they did not. Instead they helped Bajor rebuild and become apart of galactic sociaty."
"Your trusted the Federation because you believe they where sent to you by your gods?" Seth seemed to laugh.
"No, we trusted the Federation because they let Bajor thrive and be independant and was there when we needed help. They may not have been sent by the Prophets, but they did the prophets will." Melain suspected that this comparison was too off base for the young man.
"Maybe so, but your gods do not dissaprove of other species, ours do." Seth replied flatly.
"And how can you be certain of this?" Melain asked. "How do you know that you have translated your vision correctly?"
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Post by gracemitchell on Nov 20, 2005 13:36:09 GMT
Grace was walking around the Vekra's quarters. Zhuk and Cyle were examining the area where the body had been found. Cyle askes Zhuk quietly "What is she doing? It is not standard procedure letting someone walk around."
Zhukarak replies "Grace is a telepath. She is trying to get a reading or vision from the room." The look on Cyle's face was enough to give Zhuk a smirk.
"I heard that she was a telepath. I didn't know that was a possibility, and why are you smiling?"
"Grace mentioned that people who see her in a vision get a bit un-nerved sometimes. Now I understand what she meant, after seeing the look on your face."
"It's is a bit strange, don't you think?"
Before Zhuk could answer, Grace had approached them both, "Cyle, have you finished anaylizing the pip?"
"Yes, we have. Why?"
"I would like to have it for a moment." "What are you planning on doing with it?"
"I am just going to hold it."
While Cyle retrieved the pip, Zhuk asks her "Did you get anything from the room, Grace."
"No, just the ususal. Vekra was very angry when she returned to the ship and had been pacing around the room. Vekra had studied some Vulcan traits of meditating, but it hadn't helped her. That is all I've gotten so far. Now, I'm going to try holding the pip and see what I can get from that, sometimes if you hold a personal item of someones you can get a vision."
"Keep trying. but you look apprehensive." Zhuk says.
"Well, I'm afraid of what the vision the pip will bring. Deep down I want the pip to tell me it isn't the Captain, but I'm afraid it is going to tell me it is him."
The look on Zhukarak's face told Grace he was afraid of the same thing. Cyle returned with the pip an handed it to Grace. The result was istantaneous. Grace went glassy eyed and began to recount what her mind was seeing.
"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?" Captain asked.
"A great deal, come in and we can talk more comfortably." Vekra replied as the door opened. Captain followed her inside.
The door closed, and the Captain drew the phaser. "Nothing personnal." he smirked, the Klingon was one of a warrior people, but even she could not survive three phaser shots to the heart.
Grace dropped the pip and looked at both Zhuk and Cyle saying one word "Damn"
Zhuk looked shocked "Grace! I've never heard you swear."
"I rarely do. That vision pretty much convicts Harrias, doesn't it?"
Cyle answers "Yes, it does. I had better go file the charges with Star Fleet.", then Cyle left them alone.
Zhuk and Grace had both been deep in thought, at first not noticing that the Lt had left. Then Zhuk asks Grace, "Did you get anything else form the vision besides the conversation I heard?"
"It was just a feeling that Harrias, wasn't quite himself. Which would be consistant with how he was when we saw him in his quarters."
"Grace, I hear a 'but' in your words."
"Your right. I just don't know how to explain it, exactly. It just wasn't Harrias. Does that make any sense to you?"
"No, but I think we need to go talk to him. Perhaps we can convince him together to let you use your telepathy on him."
As they were walking to the brig, Grace makes a confession to Zhuk, "Maybe I am just being optimistic, but even after that vision, I still can't believe he did it?"
"I want to believe the same thing, but my training tells me the evidence is irrifutable."
"You know what, Zhuk?"
"What?"
"That's the problem with most people. They only believe what their eyes can tell them. If people would use all their senses, they would see there is more to every situation."
"Grace, you seem agitated, where is that coming from."
"I guess, because it seems a large part of the population on the ship tend to avoid me because I am a telepath. It's a gift to be used when needed and I don't abuse it, but it seems to make the crew un-easy around me. I tend to be alone this time around on the Nevada. The Captain can be the worse because he will not let me use my telepathy on him, no matter what. Damn!"
"Don't worry Grace. The crew will come around, most Betazoids are embraced I've noticed."
"I am human, that's where the difference lies. Why is the crew afraid of me?"
"I don't think the crew is afraid of you, they are just alittle uncomfortable with a human-being as a telepath. You make a good effort to communicate with every crew member. As we have been walking you have acknowledged every one we met, by name and they in turn have responded back. By the way, how is it you know every crewmembers name?" "Total recall! I study each individual's bio with picture. As Counselor, it is my job to make every one as comfortable onboard as possible."
"Here we are. Are you ready?'
"No, but we have to do this. If ony he weren't so stubborn."
"Perhaps, together we can convince Harrias to let you use your telepathy on him., Grace."
"And, perhaps Vekra will come back to life and call it all a bad practical joke."
On that sarcastic note the two of them approached Harrias in the brig.
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Post by Zhukarak Hrisvalar on Nov 21, 2005 11:55:01 GMT
A marine private, one that Zhukarak didn't recognize right away ~ Must be a new transfer. ~ , and a security officer were standing by in the brig. Zhukarak and Grace walked past the both of them to approach Harrias, just short of the force field improsoning their Captain.
"Captain, Grace was able to get a vision that is almost irrefutable as to your presence in Vekra's quarters during her death. The vision places you shooting the phaser at the Ambassador. Fortunately visions are not admissable proof in a Federation court, but the preliminary analysis of the phaser and the pip do indicate that those items came from you."
Zhuk briefly looked at Grace when he had mentioned the 'admissable proof' part. She gave him a slight smirk regarding their previous conversation about believing things that you can 'see' only.
Harrias stood up from the sparse prison bench to approach the two. His look was still one of confusion. "I can only vaguely remember coming on-board and going to see Melain about my last check-up. After that...nothing...not until the two of you came to my quarters to give me the news of the Ambassador's death. It's still so confusing...like a fog obstructing my view." Harrias shook his head as if to shake off whatever it was that was ailing him.
"Captain, I actually believe you and I think that Grace here does as well. We just have to find a way to disprove the physical evidence we do have. It would help all of us if you were to allow Grace to enter your mind." Zhukarak and Grace were observing Harrias as he turned around to walk back to his spartan bench. Placing his chin between a thumb and forfinger, pinching it in thought, he paced back and forth to contemplate his answer.
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Post by Harrias Jira on Nov 22, 2005 0:30:06 GMT
Harrias paced his cell a couple of times before he turned back to Zhuk and Grace.
- “I can’t.” - “Can’t or won’t?” - “Won’t. But for a good reason. No – don’t ask.”
The trill made a pained expression. He knew how bad this must sound. For one thing, he was preventing the only thing that would clear him once and for all in the crews mind. For another, he was making himself sound even more guilty by acknowledging to them that he was hiding things from them.
- “But Captain…” - “No buts. Grace, can you simply ‘set’ your limits so that you can tell if I am lying or not and leave it at that?” - “Yes, but the computer could…” - “Come now, we all know that a calm steady voice, and a belief that you are telling the truth will fool them.”
The pair raised their eyebrows slightly. Harrias almost laughed at the pair of them. All at once they were acting as friends, defence and prosecution. He wondered if he should be glad or worried.
- “Anyway, all I can tell you is that to the best of my knowledge I have no killed her. And that I have no recollection of even being in that room, regardless of anything that Grace may have picked up.”
He looked towards Grace…
OOC: Sorry it's so short, I'm really lacking inspiration at the moment. Zhuk, Grace, carry on along this line. Lorre, I know you're doing your own thing, and doing it very well, so don't let me dictate what you do, just keep it up. Jamey, I know you are in the lurch somewhat. If you need something to do, post that Zhuk orders you to investigate on the planet, find out if I was talking to people, maybe start to find out about the group that is holding Lorre, I don't know... Frek / Roman, more or less the same as Jamey, if you can't find anything else to do, get investigating. Cyle, to you falls the official investigation... If you're on my crew and I've missed you out, I need a new memory, so bear with me
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Post by Deleted on Nov 22, 2005 1:44:52 GMT
Inisha set forth on the autopsy as soon as the Klingon's body arrived. She'd done her research prior to the mission, and had a good idea about what she was doing. Never the less she sent Rachel away with a job, to find out how things where going with the Captain. She was just beginning to write up her report when Rebana interupted.
"I've got the camera's to make it look like the Captain left here alone, and our conversations are coverd up. I'm going to stay in the office and make sure they stay that way." Rebana reported, she was always better with technology then people.
"Good, get out of my sight then." Inisha replied.
"What have you found?" Rebana asked.
Inisha gave her an impatient stare, "Exactly what we needed to, The Klingon was fataly wounded on the secound phaser blast, the third only insured her fate, she was dead before she hit the floor. Everything points to Captain Harrias. Now get back to work."
Rebana mumbled something ineligable and headed back to the office. Inisha was about to tell her off, but decided it wasn't worth the effort and continued with her work. --------------------------
Rachel had never thought the Captain was capable of murder, yet here was the undeniable evidence that he was. In a way she was greatful when Doctor Lorre asked her to go and check on the investigation, it gave her a chance to get out of participating in the autopsy. Those where the worst part of being in the medical trade.
Captain Harrias was in the Brig, he was surrounded by an anxiose group of senior officers. She walked in on the tale end of a conversation. "....regardless of anything Grace may have picked up." Harrias inisted.
Rachel found Grace to be a nice enough person, but her telepathy freaked her out. She didn't like the idea of people being able to hear her secret thoughts, it just seemed so invasive. Certainly the counsellor insisted that she did not read people's minds, but who could be certain she was telling the truth.
"Can I help you Rachel?" Grace asked, Rachel wonderd what it would feel like if her mind was being read.
"Umm, well maybe. Lorre just wants to know how things are going... what did you pick up?" she asked, regretting it the moment she spoke the words.
"It's difficult to explain. It's not really solid evidence." Grace replied. "Things are going no where but worse right now. What did the autopsy find?"
"The Doctor is not finished yet." Rachel sighed. "I wish this day would end."
"Yes, you do seem quite troubled by this." Grace said, she placed a sympathetic hand on Rachel's shoulder.
Rachel lerched back. "How can you tell?" was Grace reading her mind, she felt so.. naked.
"I didn't try to, but I find certain very strong emotions, negative emotions, hard to tune out." Grace replied. "It's something I try to keep under control, but with everything that has happened, it's difficult."
"Oh, okay. What should I tell Lorre?" Rachel asked, anxiose to return to sickbay.
"That we haven't made much headway, but all evidence points to our worst fears." Grace replied. "tell her that when the autopsy is over, she needs to prepare to body for transport home."
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Post by gracemitchell on Nov 22, 2005 3:08:29 GMT
Rachel left the brig, glad to put some distance from the Counselor. "I'll have to remember to tell the doctor about Grace's sensing strong negative emotions. She'll want to be on her guard when she sees the Counselor, I'm sure." Rachel thought.
Zhuk had noticed Rachel's reaction to Grace and turned to her after Rachel left "I now understand what you mean by the crew, Grace. I find myself wanting to apologize to you for them."
"I have to say, it's a relief to know that it isn't just me imagining things. Thank you Zhuk for your kind words."
Harrias heard their exchange and had noticed the nurse's reaction to Grace's touch, "Grace, do you get that kind of reaction a lot?"
"Yes, at least this time around. It will just take the crew a little time to get used to me. If some senior officer's I knew would relent their opinion of strange ability, it could go along way in the crew becoming more comfortable with it!"
"I'm sorry, Grace. But I do have something to hid, but it has nothing to do with this situation. I won't relent in this."
"I understand, Captain. For the record, I will assist in the investigation in what ever way is required of me. But I will be doing it more to prove that you are innocent, Harrias, because I believe that you are not capable of taking a life in the way in my vision. Because I believe in you."
Harrais looked relieved, and shocked at the same time, but more importantly he felt honored at Grace's belief in him, if only he felt he deserved it. "Thank you, Grace. I know I am not making this any easier for you or for me, but I am touched by your loyalty."
"It is just loyalty, Harrias. I think I am a pretty good judge of character, that's why I believe you."
"Ahem. Enough of this mutual admiration society" Zhuk pips in "Captain, if Grace believes you, then we will have to help you live up to her high expectations of you, undeserved that they are. Since you won't take the easy way out, we'll have to prove you innocent the hard way."
Grace asks with a smile "Which means a whole lot of work, but that's what makes it more fun."
Zhuk and Grace excused themselves and began to walk away from the brig.
"Grace remember your vision about a large man in blue?"
"Yes?"
"You haven't had any more vision about him, have you?"
"No. I was hoping I would, but I can't make them happen. My instinct tells me he is tied up in this but I have't a clue as to his identity."
"Grace, why don't you go speak with Mr. Parker. Perhaps the two of you could scan the surface and see if you can locate him, then go ask subtle questions. Maybe if you were in his presence, you would get another vision." Zhuk theorized. "In the mean time, I may go to the planet and do some investigating myself."
"Zhuk, I need to point out to you that you are now the Commanding Officer. You have other matters to attend to on the ship. Leave the planet investigating to Cyle, Jamie and myself. Frek could led a hand as well. I would suggest, the fewer people on the planet the better. Although, the murderer may still be on board. I don't like the thought of that."
"That's not a pleasant thought. I'll speak to Lt Johnson. Crewmembers should not go anywhere alone on board ship. They should stay in pairs, although I wouldn't want the crew to get suspceous of each other. And thanks for the reminder about being Commanding officer. I guess I will need to appoint someone First Officer. Do you want the job, Grace?"
"Don't you go doing that to me. Harrias did it once, and it scared me to death. maybe thats why the crew is afraid of me, I did a terrible job."
Zhuk started to reassure her that she had not done a bad job as CO until he realized that Grace was giggling. "Enough, lets head to the bridge and speak with Jamey and Cyle about our idea."
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Post by Zhukarak Hrisvalar on Nov 22, 2005 9:51:54 GMT
While on their way to the bridge, Zhukarak activated his communicator. "Lieutenant Johnson report to the bridge." After Cyle responded they continued heading to the bridge.
Arriving on the bridge, Lieutenant Parker just finished receiving a communique from Starbase 47. The look on his face...as if someone else was just murdered. "What is it Lieutenant?" Zhuk asked right away.
"You're not going to like this, Colonel. We've just been notified that a Klingon Bird of Prey is on it's way and they are already asking for the prisoner responsible for Ambassador Vekra's death."
Zhukarak and Grace gave each other a worried look. Zhuk had to take moment and took his seat in his First Officers chair. Grace stood by and gave Zhuk a look that made him look up and wonder what she was thinking. Then it dawned on him, the situation dictated that he was in the wrong seat. He proceeded to move over to the Captain's chair. Grace still stood by, not wanting to take a seat. That reminded Zhuk what he needed to do.
"Mr. Thelev, I'll need you as my first Officer as I am now in command. Grace I want you to go ahead and head up an ivestigation down on Beta XXIA. Be discreet, use your skills. As soon as Lieutenant Johnson shows up he'll be going with you to help, and for your safety. Mr. Parker, how long before the Bird of Prey shows up?"
"Five hours and twenty three minutes, sir."
"A little over five hours. Hm...alright Mr. Parker, go ahead and join them. Take a security officer with you, or maybe even Lieutenant Commander Vicente. The four of you can split up into two teams to investigate from different angles."
Lieutenant Johnson showed up just in time as Grace and Jamey were heading to the turbolift. He was asked to go with them to the planet, along with another security officer.
Zhuk was thinking of the approaching Klingon warship. His antenae were busy moving slowly from front to rear and back again, as he was busy trying to come up with a plan. "Deep in thought there!" Those words broke through interupting Zhuk as he looked at their owner, Frek. "Yes. The Klingons don't know yet that we even have a suspect, much less a prisoner. Let's keep it that way until we find the true killer. In the meantime, you and I have always been Captain and First Officer. Start playing the part and help me keep the Klingons off track."
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Post by Harrias Jira on Nov 22, 2005 19:15:07 GMT
Harrias felt bad for not letting Grace scan his mind, but there were a few reasons. Firstly, he still didn’t feel comfortable with anyone knowing about the relationship he had had with the ambassador. He suspected it would only be a matter of time before someone linked them through past records, but he would not be the one to let it out. There was also still the matter of his symbiont. Although he had not revealed it to anyone, he was still having some trouble with Jira. Although they were linked once more, he was still more aware of the differences, and sometimes he could even sense that Jira was expressing opinions about him. It was weird, like a self-judgement he had no control over.
And behind all of that, there was still his simple distrust of telepaths. And something else, something that didn’t even show on his record. One of his past hosts, Edana, had an experience with the borg, one that was still bare and traumatic for the symbiont. Although the symbiont had more or less dealt with it, anything connected to the borg still incited Harrias with a deep fear. Having read about Grace’s experiences, he was afraid that if she entered his mind, he would get bursts from her own past meetings with them.
He shuddered in the corner of the cell as he thought about this, and realised that he had not defined this as part of his apprehension towards Grace before.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 23, 2005 4:49:31 GMT
Cyle was still in the room of the crime, looking over the few items that had been distured, something was not right in this room, but he couldnt put his finger on it.
"Lieutenant Johnson report to the bridge."
"Aye sir, on my way"
Cyle turned to leave and took one more look back at the room, shaking his head. Lieutenant Johnson showed up just in time as Grace and Jamey were heading to the turbolift. He was asked to go with them to the planet, along with another security officer.
Grace told him they were going to investigate the planet, and he was assigned to her side, for help and protecction if needed. "I'll do my best" Cyle was left in thought about the room, and he noticed that Grace kept looking over at him, everytime something rather negative came to his mind.
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Post by Jamey Gaz on Nov 23, 2005 5:03:19 GMT
As the away team was heading to the turbo lift and then to the transporter room, Jamey ran up to walk with Grace.
"Grace, I was wondering, during my search of the transporter logs I found that the transporter was used in a site-to-site transport. The logs say that is was the Captain. But what the logs didn't say was where the transport happened ... from where to where." Grace was looking at Jamey only glancing down from time-to-time to watch her step. "I guess what I'm asking is, during transport ... are you aware of the transport itself ... or do you lose awareness of a person during transport; I mean, after all ... all those molecules flying around?"
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"well ... what I'm getting as is ... could you use those moments as index markers ... kind of like time stamps that would help us get more of a time frame to work with?"
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Stepping on the transporter pad, Jamey wondered if anyone would know anything on the planet; as he heard the word ... 'Engage'
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Post by gracemitchell on Nov 23, 2005 13:03:13 GMT
Grace, I was wondering, during my search of the transporter logs I found that the transporter was used in a site-to-site transport. The logs say that is was the Captain. But what the logs didn't say was where the transport happened ... from where to where." Grace was looking at Jamey only glancing down from time-to-time to watch her step. "I guess what I'm asking is, during transport ... are you aware of the transport itself ... or do you lose awareness of a person during transport; I mean, after all ... all those molecules flying around?"
"It may be possible, but without knowing where the transport started from or where it ended up, would make it even more difficult."
"well ... what I'm getting as is ... could you use those moments as index markers ... kind of like time stamps that would help us get more of a time frame to work with?"
"Yes. that might help. Have your staff keep trying to locate either site, we definitly would need one or the other to work with."
Jamey communicated with his team to continue trying to track either site.
"We will seperate in to two groups, Cyle is with me, leaving Jamey and Vincente together." Grace turned to Jamey and Vincent "We are looking for a large man in a blue robe, if you see him signal me immediately with your location."
"Why a man in a blue robe, Grace?" Vincente asks.
"You may find this strange, but I had a vision about a man in a blue robe earlier and my instinct tells me he is involved somehow." The look on their faces was the normal look Grace recieved in regard to her telepathy. "It is the only lead we have to go on and we only have approximately five hours before the Klingon Bird of Prey arrives." Jamey and Vincente seperated from Cyle and Grace.
Grace was aware that Cyle had noticed her looking at him, she felt she needed to break the akwardness of the situation "Cyle, you and haven't had much opportunity to speak to each other. How do you like the Nevada so far?"
"At first it seemed like a routine mission." Cyle answered
"In other words, dull?" Grace interjected
"Well, yes, but now it has gotten serious. Can I ask you a question about your telepathy?"
"Certainly!"
"Can you read someones mind at anytime or do you have to touch the person like a Vulcan?"
"Actually, I do need to touch a person to read their mind, however, I can speak to a person without touching them. I do not do either unless I have permission from that person or directed to by a superior officer. Does that relieve your anxiety about being around me?"
"How did you know that I am anxious around you?"
"Strong negative emotions are more difficult for me to block out. I am sorry I make you uncomfortable. Zhuk and I feel that crewmembers shouldn't be alone at this stage, to protect each other, otherwise we would each be alone to cover more territory."
"Now, that I have your telepathy straight, I have no problem being around you. It's just kind of a strange thing. I've never been aound a Betazoid."
"I'm not a Betazoid, so that makes it even stranger. Melain at first was doing all kinds of tests on me to figure it out, thinking my telepathy had something to with my capture from the Borg. But it turns out I was born this way."
"What was it like being captured by the Borg?"
"I don't remember anything about that time or even before that time. I only remember from the time after I was rescued by the Federation."
"No memory at all?"
"Bits and pieces, here and there, that's all. Oh look, there's a large man in a blue robe! Grace exclaimed quietly.
"Grace, look over there! There's another large man in a blue robe."
"Oh no! This is going to be more complicated than I thought. Let's go and talk to one to see if we can get find out what is going on?"
The two of them approached the first large man in a blue robe, who shunned them.
Cyle decided "Well, we keep asking until of them will talk to us.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 23, 2005 14:13:51 GMT
Seth sat silently for a long time and just watched Melain and Rebana eat, this made Melain feel both uncomfortable, and victoriose at the same time. His awkwardness meant her last comment had given him something to think about.
"Done?" he asked suddenly, breaking the scilence as Melain leaned away from her plate.
"Yeah, why did you take my uniform?" she asked.
"I can't say, it's not like we left you naked." Seth replied as he picked up the plates.
"No, but you took something from me that keep me.. spiritually clothes. Can I have my earring back?" Melain requested, th earring meant a great deal more to he know since she found out it was made from her father's and aunt's.
Seth was about to reply when the door swung open. Jacab strolled in, a look of tension on his face. "There are Federation personnal wondering the streets outside, they are looking for people."
"It's okay Jacab, they won't find them, Rebana set up that field thingy so their life signs could not be detected." Seth reassured him.
"and you trust Rebana to have done that right, you know what kind of consequence that insolent government would dish out if they knew what we had done!." Jacab yelled, but was quickly silent again, one eye seemed fixed on the door, as if expecting someone to burst through any moment.
Seth scrambled up and placed himself between Melain and the irate Jacab"We can't kill them, if we do that Rebana and Inisha are stuck on..."
"Quiet! You say too much, Inisha has far too much faith in you to tell you guard them." Jacab hissed. "From now on I'm staying in here with you, they haven't tried to escape yet and that makes me uneasy."
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Post by Jamey Gaz on Nov 23, 2005 17:06:59 GMT
Jamey and Vincente started around the corner looking for a man in blue robe. Jamey opened his trycorder and set it to look for Bajorian bio signs. Vincente grabbed Jamey's arm ...
Jamey looked up as Vincente spoke, "there ... a man in a blue robe"
Reaching up to tap his comm badge, Jamey stopped as three more men in blue came from an open door. Pointing to Vincente, "well ... we seem to have missed the memo about the blue robes."
"Vincente, I haven't had the opportunity to meet you formally," reaching out a hand, "Jamey Parker-Gaz ... Trill, but I guess you could see that by my spots."
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"I'm a joined Trill but I still keep my family name ... its a long story; but one I will glad to share some time if you would like to hear it?" Jamey said with a smile.
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Jamey looked down at his tricorder and noticed that his scan was returning null. "huh, I wonder why my tricorder has went off" Pressing a few buttons, "wait a just a second" Jamey noticed that prior to passing this street, his tricorder had been returning life signs from every building.
"Vincente, have you noticed that every building has people in it ... but this one seems to be vacant? Doesn't that seem strange seeing that there is a shop on the lower level and we can visibly see people in there?"
Jamey tapped his comm badge, "Jamey to Grace ... "
"Grace here .. have you found anyone in blue robes"
"Well ... yes ... several someones, but that isn't what I'm calling about. I need you over here at this position," sending the position to her, "I need your telepathic help."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 23, 2005 18:21:11 GMT
Cyle was getting more agitated as he saw more and more blue robed men. 'theres to many of them, how can we possibly find the right one' Cyle thought to himself.
Cyle was somewhat releived to hear the other two might have found something of importance, and he and Grace headed towards there location.
When they arrived, Cyle looked around, keeping an eye out for anythng that didnt quite fit, which at the moment was them. 'jeez, this sucks he thought once more as he stood in the sunlight
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Post by Harrias Jira on Nov 23, 2005 21:59:21 GMT
Lani stood on the bridge. In the absence of most of the senior staff, he was now manning the science console that would normally fall under the capable command of Lt Cmdr Roman Vicente. Now however he was using it to try and find out more about the site to site transport that had been made. The details had been deleted by their captain, but not the marker. Admittedly, removal of a marker would have flashed up alerts, but surely with his security clearance, Captain Jira would have been able to get around that. Of course, from all reports, Jira was hardly himself at the time.
Unfortunately, nothing that the martian did told him anything more. He pondered this. If the captain had of done it, and perhaps been intoxicated, then it stood to reason that he would think to cover himself, but not be quite clever enough to remove the markers. This would also tally with his lack of memory of the time. Although this in itself could simply be a guise. Could it perhaps be that he HAD killed the ambassador, but he was attempting to get a reduced sentence on grounds of him not being of sound mind?
The night shift commanding officer paused in his thoughts. He didn’t enjoy where it was leading him, and he considered stopping his investigation. However, as he saw it, this was the only way that he could possibly help his commanding officer, so it would be what he did. He looked over to the operations console, where Lt Cmdr Jenkins had now taken on the role of Asst Ops Officer, under the command of Jamey Parker.
- “Jenkins, you found anything?” - “Anything would be great. Nothing is the reality. Not even anything incriminating. His time in sickbay was not noteworthy, his time on the planet didn’t suggest any anger. Nothing.” - “Same here, I’m just going over the same things over and over again.” - “I have discovered something else though. As part of the festivities on the planet, each person wears robes in the colour of their god. Although many are not devout followers, they wear the colours that their fathers, and their grandfathers wore. One of the gods wears blue. I suspect that a man in blue robes will not be hard to find for the away team.” - "Ah."
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Post by gracemitchell on Nov 23, 2005 22:57:45 GMT
Grace wasn't pleased with the location that Jamey and Vincente had made their discovery of no bio signs. It was the location of the alst shop she had been in with Vekra before Vekra retunred to the ship. Grace relayed this information to the team.
"Let's stroll away from here for the time being. These were not friendly people in this shop. They were openly hostile to both Vekra and myself."
Jamey wondered out loud "Grace could you use your telepathy to discover people inside?"
"It's possible." Grace said to the group then turned to Cyle "Let's do a little play acting, Cyle. You and I can go in the shop as a married couple. We can pretend you want to buy me a present of some sorts. You will keep your eyes open to anything really irregular, I will open my mind to what ever comes." Grace turned back to Jamey and Vincent "I'm sure they have some kind of look out, so Cyle would be the natural choice since we arrived here together. In the mean time, maybe you two could go talk to one or more of the blue robed guys and find out something from them."
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Post by Jamey Gaz on Nov 23, 2005 23:24:22 GMT
"Right ... blue robed people," turning to Vincente," that shouldn't be hard to find." Jamey smiled.
Walking down the street it wasn't long until more people in blue walked out of a storefront. "Lets go in there and see if we can talk to a store keeper, they maybe more friendly."
They both walked in; it looked as if a blue bomb went off in the store. Everything was blue. Blue robes, hats, shoes, trinkets, jewelry, just about everything was blue. Except the storekeeper. He was wearing emerald green.
"Excuse me sir, we are not from around here ... as you are probably aware, and was wondering what the blue robes stood for that everyone is wearing." Jamey said with a smile trying to be as interested as he could seem.
The storekeeper looked up from his reading ... pulled down his glasses, "Not from around here huh ... I would have never known. They are for the festivities," and returned to his reading.
'OK' ... Jamey thought as he looked at Vincente.
"uh ... yes, I gathered that ... more specifically what do they stand for?" Jamey asked just a bit more forcefully but not so much that the keeper would dismiss them.
"You outsiders are all the same!," the keeper sounded off and threw a pamphlet across the table, "Read!" stood and left the room.
As Jamey opened the pamphlet he read that the robes signify and acknowledge certain gods. "huh ... it says here that whole families for generations are loyal to only one god," Jamey said to Vincente. "It also goes on to say that each god is regional ... that it would be uncommon for a god to be ... uh ... I guess this word means worshiped ... out side of the region." Thinking about the green robed shopkeeper, "I wonder why he is in green? Well, I think Grace needs to know this ... the person in her vision was from this region ... at least we know we are in the right place"
They both left the shop and walked back up the street to wait on Grace and Cyle.
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Post by gracemitchell on Nov 24, 2005 4:22:52 GMT
Grace and Cyle entered the shop with the artifacts. "See Honny! Isn't this the cutest shop. Wouldn't your mother love a souvenior from it? Oh and wouldn' t that picture go wonderfully on the wall over your chair in our living quarters?"
Cyle wasn't as enthusiastic as Grace but played the part well "What ever you say, Dear." Cyle engaged the shop keeper in a conversation so Grace could open her mind to her surroundings "My wife is interested in purchasing a few items. Is there anything you could recommend for the motherly type of person?"
Grace pretended to look over a few items, in reality she was in a trance.
Cyle quietly asks the shop keeper to show him an items to surprise his wife with while Grace's back was to them.
"Searching. Searching. Wait what's this? It can't be! No, I must be picking up people on the ship not in this buiding. Wait, there's the large blue robed guy I saw in my earlier vision. And that Seth I met here earlier. There's Massally, but that can't be right, they are on the ship!"
Cyle was not being treated any better by the shop keeper than Grace had been previously, but he had bought Grace enough time. Grace walked up to Cyle in time to hear him say a few choice words to Noma.
"Honey, you shouldn't talk to the woman like that! If you do she won't sell us anything."
"That's the point, Dear. She refuses to sell us anything."
"Really, how odd for a shop keeper. Then I guess we'll just have to leave."
Cyle and Grace left the job, shortly afterwards they ran in to Jamey and Vincente.
"Did you find out anything?" Cyle asked
Jamey handed Grace the pamphlet which she began to read while Jamey and Vincente explained what that shop keeper had to tell them. "What about you, Grace did you pick up anything from the shop you were in." Jamey asks.
"Yes, but it was strange. I saw Melain and Massaly with the large blue roded man and another man I had met in that shop earlier. His name was Seth."
Cyle looked puzzled "Aren't the doctor and her ward on the ship? Didn't the doctor do an autopsy of Vekra?"
"Yes, that's why I am a bit confused. Since we are on the planet, let try and find some locals who would be willing to talk to us. Get some more nformation on this religion. When it comes to the spiritual, I think you two are more knowledgeable than I am" indicating Jamey and Vincente.
"Cyle, I think you need a little work on your part as my husband."
"Very funny. Do we need to do that again?"
"I hope not! It was kind of sickening to me to behave like that." Grace gave a small shudder as she spoke.
"I wasn't that bad!"
"Not you, Cyle. You did fine really. At least that would be how I would imagine a husband would act. Idon't know for sure I don't remember my husband."
"Your married? Where's your husband?"
"I assume he died hundreds of years ago."
Jamey had a stunned look on his face saying "Have I ever told you that your history is decidedly strange. Some day when we have more time I'd like to hear more about your past. It is becoming more colorful the more I hear about it.
"I am an open book if anyone cares to read it. But I really don't know very much, myself."
"Very strange! Let's try to question some more locals"
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Post by Deleted on Nov 24, 2005 4:44:06 GMT
Melain had spent almost an hour attempting to meditate in order pass the time, but with both Seth and Jacab standing over her, it proved very difficult. She suposed it would be somewhat beneficial to try and escape, but every time she thought she had an idea, she realized it would be very difficult to get herself and Massally out. She was going to consider ways to just get the girl to safety when she heard a very familiar voice. It was faint, coming from behind the door. "See Honny! Isn't this the cutest shop" It was Grace!
"Hey, Hey!" she yelled, but was immediatly pushed face first into the ground by Jacab, she struggled, but he was amazingly strong and was not afraid to hurt her.
"One more sound and by Herandin I will put a hole in you no Federation technology can heal." Jacan growled. Melain contemplated whether or not this was a risk worth consideration. "Seth, hold down the doctor, give me the girl." Jacab orderd.
"Sir, this really isn't..." Seth began to protest.
"Did I ask you how you felt." Jacab thrust Melain into Seth who held her equally as firm, although less harshly down. "How about this, one more word, and the girl creature has a bigger problem then being deaf."
That was a threat Melain would pay attention to. If Grace was in the shop, she might pick up on Melain. It was a small hope, but a hope never the less.
A few tense moments later, Noma opened the door and stuck her head in. "They're gone, I don't think they even knew anything was going on. I didn't sell them anything."
Seth stood up, and Let Melain sit up. "Right, because that's not going to make them suspicouse. You need to warm up just a bit to the outsiders."
"Things are getting complicated, I need to speak with Inisha." Jacab said, letting go of Massally who slid to the ground and crawled over to Melain. "Watch them closely Seth, if they do anything I blame you."
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Inisha had finished the Autopsy and was getting the Klingon's body ready for transport, when the small communicator in her ear tingled. Inisha, things down here are getting tense. Two Federations where snopping around. we need to dispose of the evidence
Inisha nearly dropped the PaDD she was holding, if they killed the prisoners, she could be stuck playing Doctor for a very long time. She could not reply through the link, but somehow she needed to get a hold of Jacab.
She hurried over to her office where Rebana was still monitering the security footage. "I need you to return to the planet, they want to kill the doctor and the girl."
Rebana's eyes widened, she understood perfectly. That was an unexpected advantage, they thought she would be deaf, but it seemed that The girls' DNA did not contain the problem that made her deaf. Therefore Rebana could hear, just just had to pretend she could not.
"I'll tell them that I sent you to... retrace Vekra's steps or something. Look, just go and be fast." Inisha orderd. Rebana nodded and Inisha set up the transport.
Rebana had just phased out when the door to sickbay slid open and in walked Rahcel, she looked disturbed, Inisha assumed this was something The doctor would pick up on, so asked "You loook botherd, what did they say?"
"Oh, nothing new, just more evidence incriminating the Captain." Rachel replied. 'Did you know Grace can't tune everything out like she says she does. She can still detect strong emotions, negative ones. That kind of creeps me out. I don't want someone reading my mind."
There was a telepath on board, a telepath who would be able to tell very easily that Insiha was not who she was pretending to be. This was not good news.
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Post by gracemitchell on Nov 24, 2005 13:08:17 GMT
Grace was getting frustrated. It seemed every person they attempted to engage in conversation were not willing to talk, in fact the majority of the people were quite rude to them. Then she caught a glimpse of something even more strange. She thought she saw Massally walking into the artifact shop her and Cyle had been in earlier.
Jamey and Vincente joined them, Grace told the other three what she thought she had seen. "Maybe I am loosing my mind! Why would I see Massally here on the planet when no one is to leave the ship?"
Jamey's communicator activated. It was Lani telling them that someone had activated a transporter in sickbay. Before Jamey could answer, Cyle spoke up =A=Lani, don't do anything. Grace and I are returning to the ship. Stand by=A=
"Grace you and I will go to sickbay on the pretense to ask questions about the autopsy. While there see if you can pick up anything out of the ordinary. Jamey and Vincente, stay on the surface and monitor the shop."
Vincente asks "What do you suspect, Cyle?"
"Grace's telepathy picked up the doctor and the child in that shop, now Grace saw the child go in the shop. I have seen three men who look exactly alike, in three different areas."
"That could mean the man was following us." Jamey said.
"True, except we hadn't moved. One was in one spot, then I turned my head and saw two of them talking to each other."
Grace asks "When? You didn't say anything?"
"It was just as Lani contacted Jamey. Grace are you ready?"
"Yes"
"You two keep an eye on the shop, notify us if anything unusual happens." =A=Cyle to Lani! Two to beam up=A=
off: HAPPY THANKSGIVING!
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Post by Harrias Jira on Nov 24, 2005 13:39:05 GMT
From his console on the bridge, Lani operated the transporter himself, beaming the pair directly into the bridge. As soon as they materialised, Cyle turned to the martian.
- “Deactivate the transporters. I don’t want anyone getting on of off this ship until we I say so.” - “Of course Lieutenant.” Lani acknowledged, and he quickly locked out the transporters to his own code.
Having done this, he stepped away from his console, and followed the two senior staff members as they left the bridge.
- “Where to?” - “Sickbay. It appears that there is something weird surrounding our good doctor.” - “Lorre? But I can’t imagine she would get mixed up in anything. She is the living picture of righteousness.” - “Yes, and therein lies two problems. One, sometimes the most righteous course of action is murder, and two, it presents a great disguise. If everything thinks you are little miss perfect, you can get away with most things. However, I’m not sure that the doctor herself is willingly involved, possibly she has been coerced or otherwise.” - “You have a dangerous mind Lieutenant. I’m not sure I would like to be that suspicious of everyone.” - “Trust no one, and your secrets are always safe.” The marine noted ominously.
Lani could think of nothing to reply, and so he kept his mouth closed. It didn’t take long for the small group to arrive in sickbay, and when they did they raised a few eyebrows. Cyle stalked around the large complex for a while, before Rachael caught his attention.
- “Can I do anything for you sir?” - “I wanted to ask Dr Lorre a couple of questions about the autopsy.” - “I’m afraid you just missed her. She went down to the planet to retrace Ambassador Vekra’s steps. She said something about an unknown material that she found on the ambassador’s body. She wanted to check if it was from the planet, or was linked in some way to the murder.”
Lani looked to the marine officer. The green clad young man had not yet taken his gaze off Rachael. Slowly, he turned back to face Lani and Grace.
- “It looks like it was a simple reason after all.” Lani commented. Grace nodded silently with him, but then added. - “It would explain why I saw Massally going into that shop. Myself and Vekra went in there on the planet. However, it doesn’t explain why I sensed them around the shop before that.” She frowned lightly.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 24, 2005 14:15:07 GMT
Inisha began feeling uncomfortable on the ship waiting for Rebana to return, so she left Rachel with some instructions and followed after.
Once on the streets she felt a great deal more secure, she was getting suitably dirty looks from some of the Betans who did not realise who she really was, but she was among her own people once more.
The shop was empty with Marese and Tenya tending to the front. Inisha slipped into the first of the back rooms where Rebana was arguing with Jacab.
"You can't! If you do we are stuck up there." Rebana pointed up to the sky to underline her point.
"Look, I don't see the problem, you just leave, that's all." Jacab replied.
"It's not that easy, if we leave then it makes them suspicouse, they are going to realise they were set up." Inisha interviened. "If I knew you where going to have such a hard time controlling them I'd have found someone else."
"It's not them I'm worried about, their friends have been pokeing around." Jacab replied. "Let me at least give the doctor a sedative, we don't have to worry about the girl alerting anyone's attention."
Inisha didn't like that idea before because if the alien was incompatible with a Betan sedative, it could kill her. "Fine, but if she dies you are the one who will take my place on the ship."
"Deal. Now get back up there." Jacab replied, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a Betan hypospray and slipped back into the room
Inisha arranged transport and a few moments later both her and Rebana where back on board. In Sickbay Rachel looked botherd again. "Lani and the Marine officer where looking for you, they wanted to ask about the autopsy."
"I'll send them my report." Inisha replied, it was a very good thing that she had gone after Rebana. -----------------
Massally was becoming very bored, n the dark there was very little for her senses to dwell on, and she flet smotherd. Melain had gone back into an attempted medication, and the bg man in blue left the room again. Sthe younger Betan looked tired and so she occupied herself by watching the door, counting the secounds till the big Betan returned. When he did slip through again, she saw something that ended her boredom completly, Herself. The same image she saw in the mirror everyday transporting out of the room.
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Post by fthelev on Nov 24, 2005 16:16:21 GMT
ooc: Sorry for the absence people. As our dear captain may or may not have informed you my computer decided to go all weird on me. Guess my windows version doesn't like me. But after long nights of heavy frustration it all seems to work again.
With a soft thumb the mug landed on his chairs arm-rest. A bit of coffee spilled over the side, forming a little pool. That would make a nice coffee stain. He couldn’t care less, that was housekeepings’ problem anyway. Right now he had his own problems. Frek stared silently at the viewer infront of him. The Klingon warship was entering a planetary orbit, parallel to theirs. It wouldn’t be long untill they would hail them and it was sure it wouldn’t be a pleasant conversation about birds and bees and their leisure activities. Not with a dead Klingon ambassador onboard. His senses told him the Captain was innocent, but deep inside he had is doubts. After all, Captain Jira had his less stable moments in the past few months.
“Can you find anything on the internal ship sensor logs?” he asked the science officer on duty. The officer in question shook his head. “Nothing sir.” “Hmm,” Frek said, “Keep searching, there must be something. See if the logs are tampered with. Lieutenant T’Fat can help you with that.”
A deep sigh escaped from Frek. There was something gnawing inside of him. Something different than his immediate problem, the Klingons. He was worried about Melain. She tried to get rid of him on that museum square and kept avoiding him on the ship. That was nothing like her. Perhaps he had offended her somehow, but he couldn’t see how. It was as if she wasn’t her self anymore. Again. Perhaps he should contact Grace, he had just missed Lani who had left a bit earlier with the counsellor and Cyle. He was just about to do that when the Klingon vessel hailed them. At least it distracted him from his thought about Melain.
He stood up and straightened his, this time, unstained uniform. “On screen.” A Klingon appeared on screen. Big, ugly and most unfriendly. Basically your typical Klingon. “I’m Captain Hrath. Who are you?” he snarled. Frek put up his most friendly smile. “I’m Commander Thelev, First Officer of the USS Nevada.” “Hmpf.” The answer clearly didn’t impress the Klingon captain. “We want our ambassador.” Perhaps it was a request. He said it as an order. “Well, umh,” Frek’s mind raced. “She’s a bit unavailable at the moment.” “She’s dead!” The Klingon barked. “Well yes, that too...” Frek smiled apologetic. “That’s why she’s unavailable to meet you.” Hrath’s eyes narrowed. It didn’t make him look any more attractive. The knife he was waving in front of the viewer didn’t help much either. “My Hegh'bat is extremely suitable for slicing antenna’s of annoying Andorian commander heads.” Klingons were never really known for their subtlety. “Where’s your Captain? I want to speak to him. Now!” Manners maketh the man. That’s what his father tried to teach him. Try the same with a Klingon and he breaketh that man. “The captain is not here at the moment. Shall I take a note and have him call you back?” With a little luck that would buy them some more time. The Klingon gnarled some words in his native language that the translator apparently didn’t translate. It wouldn’t take a linguistic to understand the words. Hrath breathed heavily. “I want the remains of our ambassador and the person responsible. You tell your Captain that. If we don’t have what we want within one Betan day, we’ll make sure the person responsible will perish. By blowing up the ship.” The viewer flickered and turned black. That was one very one unhappy Klingon. They already looked unpleasant when they were in party mode, let alone when they were totally [word deleted] off. Frek let his breath slip out. Who was that idiot again that said this would be a nice and easy trip? He should have his head checked. The coffee still stood on the arm-rest. Probably stone cold by now. And who wanted coffee at this moment anyway? A double Altarian whiskey would be more like it. Ah, well. It could have been worse. They could’ve been blown out of orbit immediately. Frek tapped his combadge. It answered with a little chirp. “Thelev to Hrisvalar,” he ordered. There was a short silence while the computer progressed his request. “Hrisvalar here.” “Sir, the Klingons have just contacted us.” “What did they say?” “Well, they are somewhat unhappy,” Frek told him. “Unhappy?” “Yes sir, they want to blow us up if we don’t surrender the murderer and the body of the ambassador to them. We have a day,” Frek explained. There was a second of silence on the other end of the line. “Okay, meet us in sickbay. Counsellor Mitchell and Lieutenant Johnson are here as well.” “Aye sir. On my way.” Good thing Grace was there too, he still wanted to see her.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 24, 2005 16:45:26 GMT
OFF: oh good doctor, how did you transport back to the ship, when we turned off the transporters? From his console on the bridge, Lani operated the transporter himself, beaming the pair directly into the bridge. As soon as they materialised, Cyle turned to the martian. - “Deactivate the transporters. I don’t want anyone getting on of off this ship until we I say so.” - “Of course Lieutenant.” Lani acknowledged, and he quickly locked out the transporters to his own code. Having done this, he stepped away from his console, and followed the two senior staff members as they left the bridge. "We should head back to the planet, activate the transporters, I want you to stay here, when the doctor gets back, notify us immediately" Cyle said pointing at Lani, who nodded in response. =^=Hrisvalar to Lieutenant Johnson=^= =^= Johnson here, go ahead sir=^==^= Frek and I are on our way to sickbay, it seems the Klingons have arrived and demands are being made, stay put=^= =^= Aye sir=^=, " Ah, nevermind about having to stay here, go ahead and reactivate the transporters though" Cyle said as he looked back at Lani.
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Post by Jamey Gaz on Nov 25, 2005 0:41:47 GMT
Jamey and Vincente was keeping out of sight in an alley watching the shop when Jamey's tricorder chirped.
"Another transport ... a Star fleet transport ... Vincente, this is way to strange. No one is allowed off the ship right now except us ... by the order of the First Officer. There should be all kinds of alarms going off to indicate transport off the ship." Jamey was frustrated that every command seemed to be ignored on this ship.
Vincente commented, "that only means that certain senior staff command codes have been compromised".
"I agree, we need to warn the Nevada ... =^= Jamey to Nevada, we have detected a Star Fleet transport from the Nevada here next to the shop ... it seems that there is a set of senior staff command codes that have been compromised ... hold on ... =^=" Jamey saw the Doctor walking up the street and into the shop ... "=^= ... Nevada, the Doctor has just walked into the shop ... we will remain here and keep watch ... Jamey out.=^="
The two remained hidden and Jamey kept his eye on his tricorder as well. People started to crowd the street as the new year approached making it harder to keep a constant eye on the shop.
Jamey's tricorder sounded once more ... "there is another transport but I don't have a fix on the location."
Vincente suggested, "the field around the shop would be a likely place of origin. I feel assured now that there is more happening inside that shop than just sales of spiritual items."
"=^= Jamey to Nevada, you should be receiving a transport from the surface from somewhere around our position ... isolate the transporter logs and bio signatures before anything can happen to them ... Jamey out. =^="
"We need to get around to the back of that shop," Jamey said, "I have noticed that all the power connections to each building is external to the structures. If they are not guarded, then we need to see if we can't get that field down."
"Yes, I agree," Vincente said, "that force field around the building isn't an inhibitor for transport, that is clear by what we have just seen ... only for bio scans and therefore transporter lock would be hard to achieve. The transport must have been started from that shop to the ship."
"OK ... lets go down one block and up that alley and make our way from the East to the back of the shop."
Jamey and Vincente informed the Nevada of their plans.
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