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Post by loganbyrne on Jul 7, 2007 6:43:34 GMT
After assigning time to Fox on the Astrometrics array, Byrne listened as Capt. Maverick registered his option on sending a shuttle in search for Lt. Tovan. Suggesting requesting permission from the Romulans, he tossed Maverick his chip to access the stealth shuttle that they used during the mission for the Book of the Birds.
Monitoring the launch, he motioned to the Commodore to request a pardon for any intrusions that may occur in the event that one of their Bridge crew had been possibly abducted from the ship.
Watching the tension within the Commodore, he allowed the Bridge crew to voice their opinions concerning the disappearance of Tovan. Using the console based screen, he was able to follow the search that Fox and Maverick found and fed the information from the Astrometrics Lab into the onboard computer of the stealth shuttle.
Using the console, he was able to use the starboard sensors to track a course for the shuttle to fly while missing the possible sensor sweeps of the Romulan Warbird.
And it was at this moment, that Logan saw a blip on the internal sensors. It was located in the Main Transporter Room, but amplified thru Sickbay. Rushing to the Main Engineering board, he was able to trace a signal feeding thru the EPS conduits from a signal generator to a telepathic relay transponder located near Lt. Tovan's quarters. This unit was sending a signal that ended in the Transporter Room.
Running a bio-scan, he called Dr. D'Angelo over to decipher the reading.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 7, 2007 20:46:52 GMT
She didn't like the idea of sending her senior marine officer out into the unknown on his own, and certainly not with an entire fleet of cloaked Romulan vessels in the viscinity. Entering a series of codes, she made contact with one of the Romulan vessels, and was pleased to be facing her old friend Ma'jel. Quickly, she explained her problem to her Romulan friend, who nodded in return. "I will send one of my best intelligence officers with him," she promised.
"Have him meet with Captain Maverick on our test rig, the Vesuviette," Sonak suggested, then signed off. Seconds later, she walked back onto the bridge. "Commander Fox, please report to the Vesuviette," she called over the intercom, "I am sending you on a special recon mission with Captain Maverick. You will be met by Lieutenant Moraki of the Romulan Intelligence Service. He shall be accompanying you as part of our treaty here."
(Fox)
She cast a smug look at her first officer. "There is no way Captain Maverick is going out there alone, and it seems to me that Fox is tied up in his lab a little too often. It is time he has a little adventure, is it not?"
As soon as Maverick left the bridge, however, her good mood vanished like a stormcloud before sunshine. "I wish we had word on the condition of our diplomats," she scowled, "we have not even been contacted with terms of surrender or ransom. I am worried, and not just for the federation diplomats or my brother in particular. I also worry for the Romulan diplomats, as they too are just as caught up in this as we are."
She cast a look of sorrow at the main screen. "I have not seen my brother for too long, I cannot sense him like I can sense Nathan. And even that takes quite a bit of effort. Elanna is worried for him, I can sense that much, he is in a great deal of trouble." She sighed as she sank back in her seat, after pacing the bridge until Logan told her to please stop doing that as it drove him and the senior staff nuts. "What am I to do? Am I too personally involved? Am I at all suitable to lead this mission?"
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Post by alex on Jul 9, 2007 19:59:12 GMT
As Alex kicked back on his chair in his temporary quarters on the star base Conqueror he also turned on his computer. He had a message and so he viewed it, it read: Alex James you have been assigned to the USS Vesuvius-A, NCC-750024-A, Somma Class please depart immediately a shuttle has been prepared for you on deck 53, shuttle bay 4. And with that Alex turned off his terminal and left the room as soon as entered the turbolift of deck 5 he said “deck 53” then after 1min 36 sec. He left the turbolift and headed down the hall way after turning into shuttle bay 4 he entered the shuttle and closed the door behind him, after that he went over to the control and keyed in the code that would get him to the USS Vesuvius, then watched slowly as the shuttle lifted off.
As Alex awoke from his sleep he looked out the window only to see a green speck that suddenly got a whole lot bigger as he tore his eyes off the huge warbird he had a hail and so he put it on screen “who are you and what business do you have here?” Alex replied “I’m Alex James chief engineer of the USS Vesuvius –A currently in your space, I request permission to rendezvous with my ship.” “Very well, we have a bird of pray just ahead of you they will escort you there.” “Very well.” And they ended the hail and moved there ship back to where it was, as Alex continued on towards his ship he meet the bird of pray along his path waiting for him as once again was hailed “are you Alex James of the USS Vesuvius?” “Yes I am.” “Follow us.” And his image disappeared from the screen. –Later- Alex received another hail “your ship is just ahead of you” “ok thanks for the escort.” And a few minutes later Alex was in the shuttle bay of his ship. He left the shuttle and headed for the turbolift and upon entering he said “deck 16” and as the turbolift descended and Alex stepped out he walked to his station and pressed his com badge "alex to bridge I'm here" <tag anyone fell free to continue the conversation> then alex preseed his com badge off and started a diganostic
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Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2007 13:55:33 GMT
Frowning, Sonak tapped her combadge in response. "Who is here, and where is here?" she responded testily.
At that moment, Logan tapped her arm and with a grin handed her a PADD. "This just came through," he whispered jovially, apparently pleased at seeing his commanding officer in a bad mood.
The Vulcan accessed the PADD contents, then her scowl deepened. "Ensign James, it is customary for new crew to come to the bridge and report in personally," she scolded her new chief engineer, while soundly cuffing her wayward first officer.
As an engineer himself, he seemed to take quite a pleasure in this. "You will abide your time commander," she promised him. "When we find the diplomats, you will be leading the rescue party. Now, I would like an update on the status of Captain Maverick and Commander Fox please. Have they any luck in finding Lieutenant Tovan? Or is Tovan awaiting the same fate as those diplomats. We are running out of time!"
She sighed as she saw Daye take his seat on her other side. "Do you find this all amusing, counselor?" she asked, avoiding his gaze. "I would welcome your opinions right now, for I am at a loss. Tell me, am I right in remaining in command of this mission, where there are personal ties to me involved?"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 11, 2007 6:58:17 GMT
They were a pathetic group, a mismatched assortment of random aliens. Here they were, supposedly the future of Romulus, the beginning of unification, and yet since being captured they barely spoke one word to each other. So much for unity... Govan thought, sneering at them through the holographic wall, which on his side appeared non-existent, but on theirs was an impenetrable bulkhead.
This period of observation was only the beginning of his plans for them. For now, they were being held in relative comfort, but that would soon be at an end. If he had one thing to say to them, it would be to enjoy it while it lasted.
For he would certainly enjoy what was to come. The breaking of a person was a fascinating endeavor, part psychology and part physiology, each equally important and equally entertaining. It was a rare and wondrous thing when one’s passion coincided with one’s occupation, and yet he was of the lucky breed.
The Tellarite had come as a surprise, as he hadn’t been on the list; however, it had not been a bad surprise. One more body was just that to Govan, and when it represented one more government that would fear the Romulan Star Empire, all the better. No matter that it was unexpected.
For now they would rest and wonder, but tomorrow, they would know and fear.
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Post by daye on Jul 12, 2007 4:31:44 GMT
"Do you find this all amusing, counselor?" she asked, avoiding his gaze. "I would welcome your opinions right now, for I am at a loss. Tell me, am I right in remaining in command of this mission, where there are personal ties to me involved?"
Donovan considered the question. He was not what he would consider a wise man, but he was by all means a logical man.
"Well, consider the logic, Commodore," he said plainly, "Are you the most experienced commander onboard this ship? Have you been in situations of immense stress before? Have you been forced to decide which is more important, the personal or the professional?"
The Vulcan nodded solemnly; she was indeed the most experienced commanding officer aboard her ship, save for perhaps Fox, who once had been a commanding officer too. "I have been subjected to immense stress on several occasions," she replied tersely, remembering the one time when the Vesuvius had crashlanded on a desert planet and she and Kanz had been captured by nomads and sold off as slaves simply because they were female. She shuddered at a particular horrendous memory, at the hands of two Romulan brutes.
"I have been forced to decide between professional and personal too, why do you think I gave birth to my youngest daughter in engineering? Did you think I would do that, given a choice between sickbay and engineering? I have to choose every day, in every situation. Attempt to balance family and crew."
He waited and listened to all the emotions that the Commodore's face was not expressing. She was anxious and her self confidence was not at it's optimum level, but she was still a very capable individual. However, there was no way she would just believe it if someone told her, she would have to figure it out for herself. Such was the way of those that generally fit her personality profile. He just had to lead her to the right conclusion.
Sonak continued to stare at her counselor, as his words sank in. His questions had irritated her, but they also made her think. "Thank you counselor," she spoke after an eerily long silence, "I am indeed the most suitable person for this mission. I know at least two of the diplomats, I am somewhat familiar with the species we are currently in formation with, and we possibly have one or two advantages over them that we may be able to use against them."
She paused, patting the young man on his shoulder. "You have come a long way since I first met you counselor," she praised, "please do not hesitate to issue good advice when you deem it necessary. You are, after all here to advise me, not just to counsel me and keep up the morale on this ship. Your opinion is of great value to me, never forget that, no matter how I may respond in different situations."
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Post by fox on Jul 12, 2007 12:52:07 GMT
"Commander Fox, please report to the Vesuviette" she called over the intercom, "I am sending you on a special recon mission with Captain Maverick. You will be met by Lieutenant Moraki of the Romulan Intelligence Service. He shall be accompanying you as part of our treaty here." Fox was still in astrometrics when he got Sonaks call. He softly tabbed his badge. "Acknoledged Ma'am." he answered shortly. "Fox out." Then he looked at the chief he had been speaking to just before the call. "Well looks like i have to go." he sighed "Would have loved to help here." The chief nodded quietly. "I'll be expecting a report when the update of the charts is done." Fox said just before leaving. "Yes, Sir." the chief answered. Then Fox left astrometrics and went on his way to shuttlebay 2. Close to the shuttlebay he met up with Lieutenant Moraki. When both entered the bay they saw Trey already waiting beside the Vesuviette. The three of them entered it. Inside Fox sat behind the helm controls. Trey took the seat beside him and Moraki sad behind Trey. Fox tabbed some buttons on his panel. "Vesuviette to Vesuvius, we're clear for takeoff." "Acknowledged Vesuviette." came the reply. Before them a large bay door opened and Fox flew the shuttle out. Once clear from the Vesuvius Trey gave the direction they needed to go. Fox shortly knodded. "Course layed in for the nebula."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2007 6:53:07 GMT
He had begun this new day knowing that today he would begin his little project. It was most assuredly something he was looking forward to with great anticipation. Each step and every detail was planned out to achieve a maximal amount of fear and helplessness. He knew exactly what he was doing, and it would show in the effectiveness of his actions.
After a lovely breakfast, he entered the observation room, nodded to the guards stationed there, and initiated the flooding of Anesthizine gas into the room. He watched panic set in among the captives with some amusement. He’d added non-toxic levels of Nyocene to the mix, which of course was causing the sensation of suffocation that he was currently observing.
As soon as the room became still and quiet, he ordered the transport of the prisoners and left the room. It would be several hours now before they would awaken. They would find themselves in a pitch black room on a solid, unforgiving floor. The room was bare of furniture, and even the walls and the floor were seamlessly smooth betraying nothing of where they were.
He would allow them to remain in that cold, dark room for several hours, wondering where they were, why they were there, and what was to come. Sometimes he found that the imagine could conjure up the worst images imaginable, although in this case, he doubted the imagination could compare to what he actually had in store for them.
Smiling to himself, he left for his office. While they waited, he had a nice, relaxing morning in mind, putting his feet up, listening to some soothing music, maybe a bottle of wine before an elegant lunch. He found that indulging himself during this process helped him to be more calm and calculating, as well as the added benefit of enhancing the whole experience. How he loved these assignments.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2007 22:08:06 GMT
After a leisurely lunch, and a short 30 minute nap, Govan was more than ready to begin. By now, the prisoners hadn’t eaten since the night before, and he doubted they’d slept in the hard, dark room in the three hours since they’d awakened from the anesthizine. It was now the perfect time
Stretching lazily as he rose from the couch in his office, Govan moved to initiate the first phase of his plan. Walking through the ship, he nodded to those he passed, pleased to see the correct display of respect and fear from all of them. It was always good to know that the Tal Shiar was still honored appropriately.
Reaching his destination, he entered the room adjoining the small dark room. The transparent holographic wall with filters that allowed him to see what was going on in spite of the darkness next door showed a very frightened looking group of people, just as he expected and hoped.
Pulling out a disrupter and placing the small control pad in his pocket, it was time for the final intimidation, getting rid of the excess baggage so to speak. First, he hit a panel on the wall and instantly the holding room was flooded with extraordinarily bright light, effectively blinding those inside.
While they couldn’t see, he stepped through the wall and into the room, leaving no trace behind him of how he’d gotten inside, and said, “You are all here because you have made a fatal error in judgment.”
He spoke in a deep, measured voice, and since those he spoke to couldn’t see him, they instinctively reacted and moved backward, which caused a menacing smile to mark his stoic features.
He continued, “Romulus is not to be joined to anyone. Those who think otherwise are mistaken. Each of you will serve a purpose, whether through your deaths or through your cooperation. The choice is yours.”
“However, some of you are not needed, and therefore, will not be given that choice.” he added, noticing that the group was beginning to regain their vision and were now standing trying to regain their bearings.
Turning first to the two Romulan’s, he sneered, “You are an embarrassment to our race and traitors to our culture. You do not deserve to live.” With that, he raised his disrupter and fired two, clean shots, vaporizing the two instantly.
The gasps of shock that arose from the rest of the group caused his smile to deepen, as he turned to the two Klingons. “One Klingon is far too many, so you can imagine how I think of two.” he stated as he vaporized the male.
The remaining Klingon, a female, sent him a look of hatred, which only encouraged him. Next he turned to the Vulcans. “I can say the same thing about you two “cousins” of mine.” he added as he vaporized one of them. He had decided it didn’t matter which of the Vulcans he killed. They were all the same anyway.
And finally, he turned to the humans, who by this time, had already figured out that he was not leaving two of any species alive. The human male stepped in front of the female and faced him down as calmly as was possible for a human.
This display of heroism would have caused the Romulan’s sneer to deepen, but he refrained and instead tried to conjure up some sort of compassionate look. “Well, how noble, male protecting female.”
He allowed his voice to soften before adding. “Perhaps I shall let you both live.” As he spoke again, he lowered his weapon.
The male looked him over sizing him up. The woman, however, was not so smart, as she stepped from behind the man, giving Govan a clear shot, which he took, vaporizing her as well.
This sent the room into a final panic, as Govan resumed his sneering at the human male, and added offhandedly, “Or perhaps not.” The human continued to meet his gaze firmly, but Govan thought he detected a tinge of anger to the look that he hadn’t noticed before. Good.
The fear in the room was palpable, just as he wanted it. “I’ll let you all think about whether you want to cooperate or die. Although I must remind you, if you chose death, it shall not be as quick and painless as your comrades were. Shall you choose death, you will soon wish you had been them.” he stated.
Leaving them to think about that, he pushed a button on his control pad, plunging the room once more into darkness, before pushing another button and blindly walking through the now insubstantial wall behind him. Once he had reentered the brightness of the adjacent room and could see again, he turned to observe the room of blind, scared humanoids.
He would return later. For now, there was a beautiful resort program awaiting him that he was looking forward to. He also had the difficult task of deciding what he would have for his supper. His work always helped him work up quite an appetite.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2007 22:35:37 GMT
Mareen felt a little light headed and unfocussed as she woke up and looked around. Instantly noticing the change of location - it was impossible not to - she counted the number of people in the room. A small sigh of relief escaped her as she realised that all the, now very familiar, diplomats were accounted for.
Since they had been captured, the Klingon had been trying to work out what was going on. Why had they been chosen? Was it because she'd married a Romulan? And where were they being taken?
This change of location was a very worrying development though. It meant that things would soon start happening and that plans had been put into motion.
Unfortunately just a few hours later she was proved right as the group were forced to watch the calm execution of some of their members. Mareen desperately tried not to betray her annoyance at the cold blooded murders.
As soon as the Romulan had left the room though it was time to act. She had no desire to lead the group but felt certain that once they got talking a clear leader would immerge. She hesitated for a moment before speaking up. "Maybe now would be a good time to pool our resources, swap stories, anything that could help us get out. I don't suppose anyone knows what it is we're supposed to be cooperating with?"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2007 14:35:06 GMT
Rick slumped down the wall in horror as he saw his collegues get killed. He had tried to protect Roseanne but it had been in vain; she'd been vapourized before his eyes and he could still feel the heat of disruptor on his skin as it happened. "This can't be happening," he murmured as the room went pitch black again. "This just can't be happening, we have diplomatic immunity and we are here at the request of the senate. Why are we being subjected to torture?"
"We should kill them," Thord hummed through his refrigerator suit's communication device, "we should band together and kill them."
"No," Isaan thundered, startling all survivors, "that's no use. We don't know where we are, we don't know for certain that they are dead. Perhaps they want us to think they're dead."
"Really," Rick sighed miserably, trying to determine where the Cardassian was standing in the room. "Do transporters generate heat? I felt the heat when he killed Roseanne!"
He listened to the Klingon, Mareen, as she offered her own suggestions, sounding fierce but also wary. "Swap stories?" he laughed, sounding almost hysterical, "in a time like this?" He got to his feet and blindly started walking until he crashed headlong into a wall. From that wall, he put his back against it then hoped he paced in a straight line, occasionally bumping into someone.
"This room is three meters across," he reported, then followed the wall until he reached a corner, then did the same to the other side. "And five meters the other side. I wonder why we are put here, other than to scare us. Thord, can you use a different vision setting on your helmet?"
Thord grunted. "It was frozen on this setting when I was stunned, I can't change it. And I think my refrigeration unit is broken."
Rick sighed. "Soret, what about you? Didn't you have perfect night vision? M'Nora, are you picking up anything with those antennae of yours? Mareen, combat in darkness, how good are you at it?"
He wondered though, what he personally could do. He didn't have any special traits that he was aware of. Other than a sister in a command position with Starfleet, but he wasn't yet ready to reveal that to their captors for it could be used against them. "What's next," he sighed, as he sat down again.
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Post by alex on Jul 17, 2007 0:15:05 GMT
Alex moved over to the console and started pressing buttons he had to figure out how to get them out of there, he had 2 shifts working behind him, the dyo shift maintaining the ship and the ena shift working on how to get the hostages free, and Vulcan guest working with him. As Alex moved over to the console he thought on how to find the ship that could contain the hostages. Alex tapped his com badge, “ Alex to nick I could really use your help down here.” <nick please reply> OOC: sorry on the length and time interval of this post but I'm really busy right now.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 17, 2007 6:58:41 GMT
After a pleasant evening on the beach, Romulan ale in hand, and a beautiful sunset to watch, Govan felt ready for the next, very important part of this mission. It was a shame this part had nothing to do with the diplomats, but he would have to be patient. Tomorrow morning would come soon enough.
By now, the single, large bowl of water and plate of unpalatable rations had been beamed into the dark little room. They would be left alone for the night, to try and sleep. He doubted the water and rations would set well; he’d made sure of that. Still, he’d have the monitors to watch in the morning to see how they’d fared and what they’d been up to since he’d left. That was always entertaining.
Entering the bridge, he observed with some amusement how the officers all straightened upon the sight of him, and the Commander stepped all the way down from the command platform to grant him the chair. They all knew him by reputation as well as rank. They also knew who he worked for directly.
Seating himself in the command chair, Govan asked, “What is our position.”
The slightly nervous helmsman checked his console several times before reporting, “We are holding position at the coordinates you gave us, Sir.”
“And the location of the vessels I asked you to track?” Govan requested in the direction of the tactical officer who hurried to retrieve the accurate information.
“Nearing our position. Estimated time to intercept, 3 minutes.” the officer reported.
At this Govan stood. “Alright, this is what is going to happen next. The Verault’s engines are going to momentarily fail, dropping the vessel down to impulse very near to our position. We are to remain motionless while they move to a position right in front of us. From then on, we are to stay with them directly behind them.”
“There will be no mistakes. They are accompanying a Federation vessel, and if we make even the slightest error, we will be detected. Am I clear?” Govan requested, his voice leaving no room for disagreement or for believing that any sort of mistake would result in anything less than unpleasantness for the doer.
“Aye, Major.” came the chorus of replies from the various stations.
Govan reseated himself in the center chair and observed as everything went according to plan. The Verault broke down a few thousand kilometers starboard from their position and over the course of a few minutes gradually drifted in front of them, with the help of a few random thruster firings, part of the “malfunction.”
Since the Verault was on the port side of the Romulan trio escorting the Vesuvius, they ended up positioned directly aft of the Verault and port of the Vesuvius. They weren’t moving, so they left no trace of their presence. Once the group jumped to warp again, they were right with them, directly behind the Verault, not leaving a trace, their warp trail obscured by that of the Verault. They had also been careful, so no warp trails led to them being there to begin with.
Everything was going exactly as planned. Even if the crew of the Vesuvius knew exactly where to look, there wasn’t a single piece of sensor data that would give them away as long as they stayed exactly behind the Verault. True, the Verault’s ion trail would be slightly altered, but since that could be attributed to the previous engine malfunction, there was no way they could be found.
Satisfied that the plan had been carried out successfully, Govan gave the bridge back over to the on-edge Commander and moved into his office, formerly the Commander’s office. Once seated, he pulled over the computer and activated the heavily encrypted comm link to the Verault.
“Ah, Commander Tanek, all went according to plan on our end.” Govan stated.
“As on our end, Major. I’ve been attempting to confirm your location, and even with all the information I have, you are invisible to us.” Tanek reported.
“Excellent.” Govan replied. “Did our agent on Ma’Jel’s ship complete the modifications for contact?”
Tanek nodded once, before replying. “Everything is as you ordered.”
“Is the helm link set up?” Govan asked.
“It is indeed. I’m sending the code to you now, and it shouldn’t be visible to anyone who mans the station and is untraceable.” Tanek responded.
Govan nodded once as well. “Very good. Keep your course steady and any movement deliberate. Notify me of any changes well in advance. This link is set up between our normal engine outputs and is completely secure.”
“Of course, Major.” the Commander replied before bowing slightly.
Govan nodded in response, before closing the line and opening a channel to the bridge. “Helm, I’m sending you codes that will grant you access to the Verault’s helm. That should allow you to see what they’re doing and copy their movement. Make use of this. I reiterate the importance of not making any mistakes.”
"Yes, Major. Understood." the nervous helmsman replied.
Govan closed the channel before leaning back in the chair and placing his feet on the desk. So far everything was going smoothly, exactly the way he liked it. Now, for the most part, he could focus on his prisoners.
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Post by alex on Jul 17, 2007 23:03:23 GMT
As Alex thought he suddenly came up with a great idea, he tapped his combadge “Alex to captain I think I may have a way to track the romulan ship captain, I just need to know if and how many children 11 years old and below were captured.”
"Why would you need that information ensign?" Sonak querried from the bridge. She had been annoyed to discover the chief engineer still had not deemed it necessary to get to the bridge and report in person, then said so. "I believe I had called you to the bridge. I expect you to be here within 5 minutes ensign, and that is an order." She paused. "No, I will come to engineering instead.
5 minutes later: Hearing this the Vulcan visitor approached Alex and asked him of his idea Alex replied “well kids who are 11 and younger haven’t gone through puberty yet which means their life signs will be slightly lesser than the others and because romulan ships don’t usually carry children we’ll be able to find them that way"
"THe idea is sound," Sonak replied, "however no children were kidnapped, at least not according to our information. The only children belonging to a diplomat are currently in my quarters, under the supervision of my husband." She paused briefly. "And those children are my nephews and niece." She glanced sideways at the chief engineer. "However, do continue coming up with good ideas."
"I'll try." Alex said
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2007 6:37:45 GMT
Govan watched the monitor with some amusement. At least the diplomats were talking now, but they sure weren’t getting anywhere fast. The Breen had, of course, insisted they all band together and kill, a pointless plan. But, unsurprisingly, it had been the human who had stood out and somewhat stepped up as a leader. “Typical human…” Govan thought with a sneer. They never could seem to keep themselves out of the middle of things and where they belonged.
The human threw out bad ideas faster than a waste barge threw out radiation. It was a fascinating scene to watch, as all of his ideas were quite useless. Govan had already made sure that the Breen helmet would not be a factor. The walls were thick and soundproofed, including the two holographic walls. The Andorian would hear nothing, and even if the Vulcan could see in the dark, it wouldn’t help him with sudden bright lights or when the darkness returned suddenly.
However it was the suggestion of combat that caused Govan to break into a little chuckle. Oh how he would enjoy that if they tried. He did not step into the room unaware that nine (or earlier fourteen) against one were not good odds. Smiling, he gently rubbed the first finger on his right hand with his thumb feeling the slight, hard protrusion of metal. If he ever encountered a problem, two quick pushes and an electrical field would form around him giving whoever was in his immediate vicinity quite a shock. He’d never needed it, but maybe he’d get to use it this time.
This left him with the enviable task of picking a first victim. True, his instincts were to go right for the leader, the human, but that’d almost be too easy. He preferred going for a weaker prey first, as they made a better point. That would eliminate the human, Vulcan, Klingon….several others as first targets. He almost wished for a moment that he’d kept the human female. She would have been a pleasure, but he had his reasons for keeping the male alive. After all, his sister was the captain of the ship to their starboard; that had to count for something.
Decision made, he began preparing for the first interrogation. As he gathered up the control pad and disrupter, he could see the guards in the room shifting slightly. Their gaze never wavered from their displays but their anticipation was clear none the less. He always loved being watched when he was interrogating. He imagined the observers enjoyed the show as well as gained increasing respect and fear for him as well as for the Tal Shiar.
Once ready, he once again turned the bright lights on and entered the room through the holographic wall. The effect of his entrance was the same, and before their eyes could adjust he began to speak. “You shall all help confirm the separation of Romulus from the rest of you. I spoke of your choice earlier, to cooperate or die painfully. The time for one of you to make a choice is at hand.”
They could all see now and were standing, watching and waiting for him to continue. “Each of you will help me to facilitate a treaty with your respective governments ensuring the isolation of Romulus. You will be our bargaining chips as well as our representatives if you will. That shouldn’t be so difficult for any of you considering you are all diplomats after all.”
They were beginning to glance at each other, gauge the reactions of their fellow captives. “Should you choose to cooperate, you will be moved to your own cell where you will be treated well until such a time as an agreement can be reached when you shall be sent home, with our thanks.” He sneered slightly at this.
“If, however, you decide not to assist us, you shall become just a bargaining chip. You shall remain here, but here will be paradise compared to where I will take you to…talk.” This was the signal the guards had been waiting for, and right on cue, the second holographic wall became transparent revealing his interrogation chamber. The many tools, both manual and mechanical, covered the walls surrounding the center reclining chair with suspended harnesses dangling above.
He paused then, allowing the diplomats to view the room as he viewed their reactions. “As I said, the choice is all yours.” he reiterated a few moments later. “And you…” he announced, his eyes falling greedily on the Bajoran female. “…get to be the lucky first to make your decision.” The woman paled significantly and stared at him in horror. “The choice is yours, my dear. I would try to influence your decision, but you see, no matter what you chose, I get something I want.”
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Post by loganbyrne on Jul 22, 2007 4:22:21 GMT
Following the information coming in from the Vesuivette, Logan processed a possible flight plan for the crew to find the missing officer.
Looking over at the Commodore, he sensed the stress of this mission taking hold of her. And with th interactions of the Romulans and the missing delegates, he knew this was gonna be worse than what they have seen so far.
Following the comm traffic, he noted the struggle between D'Angelo and Jatan, warning of the possibility of an outbreak on the ship of Romulan Flu. Alerting Alex in Engineering, he recommended a ship-wide bio-flush of all the internal life-support systems to avoid any outbreak.
Still snickering about the whole CEO vanishing act, he sent a coded message to warn Ensign James about the impending verbal assault from the Commodore due to his not appearing on the Bridge. Linking to James's console, he was able to help with the calculations to search for any vessels in the area.
Feeling helpless, he felt stuck to the Bridge, just wishing that he could be more helpful in the trenches. Sticking by his guns, he planned for a possible fight with the people that kidnapped the ambassadors.
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Post by alex on Jul 22, 2007 18:05:48 GMT
As Alex worked on a way to find the roumlan ship he noticed a message on his console it read: there’s a possibility of an outbreak of the roumlan flu I suggest a ship-wide bio-flush of all the internal life-support systems to avoid it, also watch out for the impending verbal assault from the Commodore due to his not appearing on the Bridge. I’ll help you look for the roumlans. He replied: thanks.
Then he started to think of how to look for the ship, he started a power search outside the ship, and was pleased at his findings, 133% of what should have been there was present at the time which meant there was another ship somewhere and assuming it was the kidnappers ship he pressed his combadge and said: Alex to captain permission to start Cloak scan, I think it may find the romulans.” <tag captain>
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Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2007 19:33:23 GMT
Sonak was about to answer when Logan burst into engineering. She glowered at him in annoyance before turning back to her new chief engineer. It was well known she didn't like chief engineers per definition, because of bad experiences with them in the past and their tendency to wreck her ship. "You may continue scanning," she told Alex, "I believe Commander Logan may be able to assist you. He was chief engineer before you came aboard."
She caught Logan's exhasperated expression and saw him mouth at her to get the hell out of engineering. She was only too happy to oblige. "I am going to sickbay to see how Elanna and her baby are doing," she announced, "and then I am going to get some sleep. Logan I do hope you left Harper in command?"
Sonak nodded once more in response then headed for sickbay, where she ran headlong into her chief medical officer. "Ah doctor, how is the baby doing? Have you been able to find a cure for her yet?"
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Post by loganbyrne on Jul 24, 2007 1:46:21 GMT
As Logan burst into Engineering, he caught Sonak's relieved look at the one true experienced person had arrived and permitted her an excuse to flee the room. Turning to the new ensign, he pulled up the current situation on the Main Board.
"Ensign, there are gonna be a learning experience. We have 3 simple rules down here. #1 CEO's run the ship. #2 The CO commands the ship, and most of all #3 we keep number one running so number 2 can happen. Hitting the Commodore with technobabble will only confuse her. She is medical, not a tech head. Although you may find it fun to create a little mechanical tension around here, fell free, but keep in mind your place as the new CEO. But know this above ALL, if you EVER need someone to seek engineering assistance, my door is always open. Now let me see what you have going on here.", said Byrne.
Shaken by the speech he just endured, James quietly pulled up the program for his cloaking sweep. After going over the engrams, Logan punched a few buttons and pulled up a scenario for a tachyon sweep.
"This is the correct way to scan for cloaked ships, as show here, it can only be done with a grid in place with multiple ships. And, I know for a fact that the Romluans are NOT gonna let us go MVSM in their little neck of the pond", stated Logan.
<TAG Alex>
Tapping his Comm badge, Byrne requested the location of the Vesuviette be brought up on the Main Board. "This is where you really need to focus your energy, because right now, the delegates are still sitting with diplomatic relations between us and the Romulan government. I will remain in contact with you to check on your progress."
"Oh, and by the way, you might wanna report to the Bridge", said Byrne over his shoulder as he left the room.
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Post by marco on Jul 24, 2007 2:51:41 GMT
Chief Medical Officer's Log. Stardate 93.0723
I have made some significant advances in my search for a cure for the Romulan child. The organism has been resistant to any form of treatment I have been inventing thus far, but that may be changing.
Currently, a hypospray is being pieced together by the amino-sequencer, giving me time to enter a log entry. It is due to my restless experimentation that I have forgone submitting timely entries. Hopefully Starfleet Medical will understand.
In the past few weeks I have had time to ponder my own life as I tried diligently to save the life of the innocent child. Was being the chief medical officer aboard a starship really what I want to be doing? Hoverball obviously was the first choice, but the injury in university ended that dream. I sometimes feel like a savant when it comes to medicine, instead of feeling like the prodigy my instructors told me I was. Is medicine all I can do?
*sigh*
I've been eating most of my meals in the office lately, but once or twice on the way to the mess hall, when I get a chance, I notice some new faces. I'm hoping I get a chance to meet with these people. It sometimes feels like Jatan and Alice are my only friends, and that is because they have to be... I'm their boss.
Speaking of bosses, Commodore Reckus came in here asking about the cure again. The intervals between her arrival are becoming shorter. I think she is losing confidence in me. *swallows hard* I think I am losing confidence in me.
I told her the news. She already knew about the hypospray incident; she was told that the last time she made a visit. Coagulation of the blood ceased immediately when I administered a reversing dose, and no new symptoms have become evident. The new news, which wasn't eventful, was the antibody treatment didn't work either. She seemed perfectly able to hold a straight face through all of my explanation, but Jatan has been telling me in confidence that she has been taking this rather hard. That alone is enough to keep me motivated. That, and the tea I have the replicator automatically replicate every thirty minutes.
Currently, with the help of the EMH, of whom I activated shortly before becoming annoyed with its lack of interpersonal skills, I am synthesizing a protein that in simulation looks promising in fighting the infection. Once again, the term infection in this case is only part true, with the nature of the condition being as I defined a few logs ago. Whether or not the protein works for the cure, it will be the first of its kind. I am hoping to submit a paper at the next medical summit. That is, if I can get away for long enough from the USS Vesuvius to do so. Hopefully the EMH doesn't request any recognition for its contribution. I don't think he... it.. has achieved sentient status. I'll have to look into it.
*checks the console*
The amino-sequencer should be finished by now. *yawns*. I suppose I shall get my tea and continue my work. I should be close, and I'd love to have good news for the Commodore the next time she walks through those doors. The stasis chamber will only slow the child's metabolism, and I am running out of time. This treatment has to work.
Computer, end log.
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Post by alex on Jul 24, 2007 17:01:48 GMT
After the end of his little conversation Alex thought to him self ‘maybe I could send out tachyons in different directions and see what happens’ and so he did it, but soon after realized that he would have no way of reading them close enough and so he thought again and soon had an idea if he could send a probe with the tachyons it may be able to read the difference, So he started the process and then was excited when the right side probe picked up a inconsistency in the beam reading. He saved the last few seconds of the recording and then tapped his combadge “Alex to Sonak and Logan I think I may have found the romulan ship.” <tag Sonak or Logan>
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Post by logan06 on Jul 24, 2007 19:19:49 GMT
Finally returning to the Bridge and resting in his chair. he relieved the Lt. from his post. Calling for a situation reading on the Main Viewer, Logan began to run simulations on how to rescue the delegates from the unknown captors that were plagueing them.
Seconds later, a warning klaxon went off. Rushing to the OPS console, he looked over L'Ola's shoulder and found that a probe had been launched without clearance from the Bridge. Slamming his CommBadge, he yelled, "Commodore, we have a problem here. A probe has just been launched into the flightpath of the Romulans. I don't know who fired it, ........."
As if immediately responding to his description of the situation, a hail come accross the board.
"Federation vessel, we demand to know on what grounds you have fired a probe at our vessel. We have accomidated you and you violate this by spying on us? I want answers, now", shouted the Romulan Centurion.
"This is Commander Byrne, First Officer, we have no knowledge to what purpose this probe had been sent out on. We just realized that it had been fired", spoke Byrne calmly.
At that moment, they saw the Romulan ship fire upon it , destroying it. " Centurion, this WILL be investigated, and I will have the Commodore promptly issue a statement to your Commander, immediately."
"You have 2 Earth minutes to provide an excuse", snarled the Romulan.
"Byrne to Ens. James, I need you to report to the Bridge immediately, is that understood.", yelled Byrne into the Comm system. "Commodore Sonak to the Bridge."
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Post by marco on Jul 25, 2007 4:40:54 GMT
Chief Medical Officer's Log. Stardate 93.0724
While waiting on my second attempt of synthesizing the protein for the Romulan child, I have been reviewing the biographies of the diplomats. I had made a previous assertion that they all had the Romulan flu a few month prior, as shown by the presence of antibodies in their bloodstreams at their mandatory physicals. While I still maintain this assertion, Commodore Sonak has shown me confidential records of their visit to Romulus. It was marked confidential by Starfleet command, as the mission was of a secretive nature. My prying forced the disclosure, of which I am now embarrassed. I am encrypting this log entry at its closure to ensure the confidential information is not compromisable.
We are still on our way to finding the diplomats that were kidnapped. I imagine if we are the ones to find them that we are going to have our hands full. I've been having the nurses calibrate the neural stimulation beds, and the dermal regenerators, in order to prepare for the most common types of torture. I've never had to deal with this before, so I'd rather be over-prepared than under.
Luckily, in the last day, Commodore Sonak hasn't visited again. I did send the report of the first protein failure to her quarters. She received it, I am confident, because Jatan thanked me in the morning. He has been a great help in reassuring me that my efforts are appreciated, even when I feel they aren't.
I cannot help but wonder what the rest of the crew is doing on their voyage. With the sudden disappearance of Mr. Tovan, and the absence of Mr. Trey and Commander Fox, the ship has been uneventful. Miss L'ola, of whom I haven't crossed paths with in some time, has been on my mind lately. Perhaps I'll pay her a visit once this Romulan child debacle is solved. In fact, there is a list of things I would like to do when my work here is completed. A sonic shower would be a nice start.
For now, I've resigned myself to my work. It's been stressful, and reminds me of my senior year in the Academy. I have faith, although somewhat wavering at this point, that I will succeed.
Computer, End Log.
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Post by fox on Jul 25, 2007 9:05:34 GMT
"Acknowledged Vesuviette." came the reply. Before them a large bay door opened and Fox flew the shuttle out. Once clear from the Vesuvius Trey gave the direction they needed to go. Fox shortly knodded. "Course layed in for the nebula." The Vesuviette was floating near the nebula where the trail was leading. There they preformed wide sensor sweeps to see if it was safe to go in. The trail was going right into the nebula, becoming hard to pick up. Fox looked at Trey. "The nebula must be interfearing with our sensors." Trey nodded "thats possible yes" Suddenly the sensors sweeps picked up disrupter fire from behind. Fox looked at the readings. "One of the escort ships has fired, wonder what is going on there." he said looking at both Trey and Moraki. "But..." he continued "we have to focus on the ship that took Tovan" both nodded. Fox looked again at the sensors "I think it is safe to enter the nebula, but we'll have limited sensor range. I suggest we go at a kwarter impulse." Trey nodded and took the Vesuviette into the nebula.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 25, 2007 20:22:15 GMT
Sonak had just arrived at her quarters, where she was fiercely hugged by her youngest son, while Jatan handed her the baby. She cast her mate a look of sheer annoyance when they both heard the call for her to get back to the bridge. "I need to feed her," she murmured desperately, "and I have no time to do it here."
Jatan's eyes widened as he understood what she was trying to say. "Are you going to take Miriya to the bridge?" he asked, hoping this wasn't true.
"I have to," Sonak responded, cradling the baby close to her, "I need to nurse her, and the only place I will have time to do it is my readyroom, where no-one will disturb me if I say so. I have no choice Jatan, I am needed on the bridge. Take the children to school and tell Marco that I have every confidence in him finding a cure to help Elanna's baby."
The Vulcan turned and exited her quarters, heading straight for the bridge. "Report!" she called as she strode down to her seat, still cradling little Miriya close to her chest. She listened with growning anger as Logan reported what happened. "You deal with the chief engineer, I will deal with the Romulan," she snapped, signaling Thorad to get the Romulan back, then signaled Kanz to stand by on weapons and shields.
The Romulan gazed down at her, a haughty expression on his face. "I demand an apology," he started, then saw she was holding an infant. "You're a nursing mother?"
"Yes, I am," Sonak replied defiantly, "but that has noting to do with our current stand off. My chief engineer accidently sent a probe your way, which you destroyed. If you had not been this trigger happy, then we would have been able to rectify our error by retrieving our prope. We have an alliance, and a free exchange of information, why would we need to spy on you?"
The Romulan relented, acknowledging that they could have asked first, before destroying a valuable piece of equipment. "Have you any new information about our diplomats?" he continued, desperate to change the subject.
"No more than you do. We are still looking for them and my chief medical officer has prepared for the worst. He discovered all diplomats have been in contact with someone who had Romulan flu, or they had just contracted or been through it themselves. Since we are dealing with so many different species here, we cannot assume that everyone recovered. That, and we do not know if they have been tortured, but my CMO believes it is best to assume they have. I advise your own medical officers to get in contact with him and work on setting up a preliminary triage. Now if that was all, I need to feed my daughter."
Annoyed, Sonak signaled Thorad to cut the connection. "I will be in my readyroom, and I shall not be distrurbed for the next thirty minutes. Anyone who does disturb me will face the consequences, is that understood? I will only see counselor Daye, you are to send him in the moment he arrives for his shift." After receiving nods from every direction, she stalked into the readyroom and sat down to feed her daughter.
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