Mission 94.0414- Tragic Mistakes

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"What the hell just happened?" Janice Worthing asked of her tactical officer.

"I don't know Captain," the tactical officer said," a cascading error was detected before the weapons were deployed. In total twenty five quantum torpedos were launched and all of them detonated in highly populated areas."

"How many?" Worthing asked.

"Prelimanary reports say eighty six thousand dead and fifteen thousand more critically injuried or missing," the tactical officer reported.

"One hundred thousand souls lost," Worthing whispered as her face drained of all color. It was supposed to be an easy two week mission, how had it become a massacre? " Patch me through to Section 47 Command, I need to speak with them immediately."

[Matthew Reynolds]

The camping trip had been a complete success. Not only had Matt been able to spend time with his son, but he had bettered the relationship between himself and Doctor van Breughel. Hopefully he would be able to create these relationships with the rest of the senior crew. These pleasant thoughts had been overshadowed by the tragedy on Dorvan V. According to the latest reports one hundred and three thousands Federation citizens had lost their lives. The relief effort was under way, but things were progressing slowly.

"Commander we are receiving a message from Starbase 47," Monica reported from the ops station," its Section Admiral Nova. He wishes to speak with you and Admiral Drew of the Fang."

"Put him through," Matt said from the command chair.

"Gentlemen, I assume you know what happened three days ago on Dorvan V," Nova asked. Both men replied to the affirmative and the Section Admiral continued," we are sending both of your ships to the planet to help Captain Worthing. All information of the current situation is being sent to you as we speak. Admiral Drew, Commander Reynolds you have our full support. Nova out."

"Commander the information has just been patched through, I'm sending it to the ready room," Monica said," Admiral Drew is also hailing, he wishes to speak to you."

"I'll speak to him in the ready room," Matt said as he briskly walked into the office. He knew that something was wrong, something was happening on Dorvan V. "Admiral Drew, do you know what is happening on Dorvan V?"

(Drew)

An Hour Later

Knowing that his report on the Romulans would not be taking place anytime soon, Matt decided to push them out of his mind. The Debrune were now supplying the Jefferson and Fang to capacity, a gesture that seemed to ease tensions between the Federation and the Debrune.

The information that had just been relayed to him caused him much sorrow. The people of Dorvan V were rioting against the Federation and they blamed Starfleet for the death of their family and friends. The government had sided with the rioters and only non-Starfleet aid was being accepted.

"Commander Reynolds to all Department Heads, an emergency meeting will be held in fifteen minutes," Matt said over the comm," all departments prepare for immediate departure."

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[tamara]

Tamara changed her clothes, thankful to be back on the Jefferson again. If it weren't for Commander Garrett's. It was stupid, now that Tamara thought about it, to travel to a remote landing site like she did. Nobody else was there, which was the allure originally- but it also caused problems when she wasn't picked up, and her signal was lost. She waited for eight hours before Garrett got through to her, and thanked God when she heard the voice crackle over her combadge.

A request sat on her desk, from Commander Reynolds, to perform psychological evaluations on the crew. "They are not going to like this." she said to herself. She bounced the broken hoverball, a paperweight on her desk, across the room, catching it when it bounced back.

Individual evaluations were not her thing, and she didn't care to disrupt the crew with them. She would intervene as little as possible, only meeting with those she hadn't interacted with before.

For now, she would start with someone easy - someone she knew all about. Nathan Van Breughel.

She began her report, speaking out loud as the computer dictated.

=/\= Computer, begin evaluation for Doctor Nathan Van Breughel... =/\=

When the computer chirped, she began speaking...

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(Immediately After Garret's post)

"Have you determined how we will be able to detect the mines that aren’t ours?"

With a characteristic purr, he smiled in a wry, somewhat uncharacteristic violent fashion. With a nefarious look in his eyes that was rather out of his personage, he leaned back into his seat with the image of a general from so many years prior, "Murr, I am aware. Our's emit a small UHF band transmission. It is an anachronism - they will not be aware of it considering that it is conventional radio frequency. After all, ever hear of something called V'Ger? I mentioned it before I know, purr....the Enterprise crew had not originally recognized the transmission because they were carrier wave. We shall know; the Romulans shall not."

"Will the Jefferson or other Federation vessels need to make modifications to our sensors to ensure that what happened to us doesn’t happen again?"

With a few curious flicks of his tail, T'Ress returned to his calm, cooperative persona. "Of course not; at least not truly. I just have to alert scientists in our fleet as to what to look for - these transmissions are received by our sensors - they're usually just ignored though. Flat out ignored. That's the beauty of it, merrrrrr. The Romulans will see them and not even notice. Edgar Allen Poe wrote 'The Perloined Letter' in which the main character hides a precious, stolen, stamp by placing it in full view on his desk. No one noticed."

"Now I recommend you take at least 24 hours of leave; you’ve earned it...."

He purred, nodding gently, "I am sure that I shall find somewhere nice to relax on Qualinost. Unlike you, my friend...and I don't want this to sound rude...but unlike you I truly enjoy my leave. I have a sense of duty, of course, but I rather like sleeping now and then." He then shared her warm smile back to her before bidding her farewell.

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"Emergency meeting," Nathan murmured as he walked out of his quarters. "Oh yeah sure...for them it is." He felt a little left out and equally torn. If he were to attend the meeting, he would be disobeying standing orders, which could get him into further trouble of which he had no wish to be in. However if he didn't go, it might be seen as dereliction of duty, his duties as chief medical well...civillian really. He just couldn't get used to the term 'officer' since he didn't feel he had earned the right to wear such title as a civillian.

He walked on and entered the ship's pool. He had been on his way for his morning swim and he was going to go through with it, deciding that if he were to attend the meeting, they'd let him know, personally soon enough.

Nathan changed into his bathers, climbed the steps of the highest ramp, then paused. This particular ramp held bad memories, embarassing ones at that. He shook his head in dismay, then walked to the edge of the ramp. Judging the counter-bounce, he dove gracefully into the water, only to resurface a few seconds later.

He wiped his hair from his eyes, then paddled to the edge only to forcefully push off a moment later, settling into an easy backstroke. He was relaxed and he was resting as ordered, as well as exercising as ordered. Swimming was one of his passions, and one of his favourite free-time occupations. Yet, the thought of a meeting didn't leave his mind for one second, alerted to the fact that he could be called in any time now.

Nathan prayed though, that he would not. He needed his time off. As he reached the opposite side of the twentyfive-meter long pool, he dove under water, twisted and pushed off against the wall with his feet. He remained under for several meters before resurfacing and settling into a strong breaststroke. His last lap, he used what was called a butterfly stroke but this wasn't his favourite and he wasn't very well trained at it.

Panting for breath, he hoisted himself out of the water, allowing a few minutes of rest. He looked up when he felt a tap on the shoulder. "Shouldn't you be at a meeting?" Lance Corporal Jayden Mitchell asked, looking down at the heavily breathing doctor.

"Nah," Nathan replied, "I'm off duty and I'm to go nowhere near a sickbay remember? I'm still forced to endure two weeks of vacation and unless there is a medical emergency here on ship, I'm bound to take it. I do wonder when this new security officer, whom I have yet to meet, will call me for this self-defense training I'm supposed to be getting."

Jayden knelt beside him, smiling slyly. "Well doctor, in that case I think you're doing the right thing, Wouldn't want to have to report to for dereliction of duty now would I?"

Looking up sharply at the mock-threat, Nathan squinted then smiled himself. "You wouldn't," he challenged, then gave the marine a firm shove, sending him headlong into the water in a very ungraceful dive. The doctor jumped in after him, just in case the man couldn't swim.

"That's cheating!" Jayden cried after he resurfaced, "and you have a headstart. Get back here doctor, we'll settle this properly. Mano á mano!"

Chuckling, Nathan paddled back to the shore and climbed out. "And who'll referee?" he called as he walked up to the start-block. "It'd be an unfair race if there's no referee."

A third person walked into view; a slim woman wearing the greens of a marine department. She wasn't wearing any swimming gear, but instead was neatly dressed. Her damp hair however showed that she hadn't exited the pool too long ago. "I will," she called over. "I saw you swim doctor and you look good competition but Jayden here is also a strong swimmer."

"But not competitive, I bet," Nathan challenged.

"Yes competitive," Jayden answered, grinning broadly, "and I'll have you wish you hadn't challenged when we're through."

Jayden was true to his words; after a four-lap breaststroke challenge, Nathan found himself completely exhaused. "That isn't fair," he panted, "you didn't say you are this ship's resident swimming champion."

"You didn't ask doctor," Jayden chuckled, "and I thought I'd see how the old medical school champion was faring. You weren't lying though, you are out of shape. But...we can settle that over the course of the next few weeks. And then we'll have another competition, with a few more people. Might even invite that pretty science chief." Jayden's eyes shone in mischief. "Too bad that Stone person isn't about, you three made quite a sight. Oh yes, we observed didn't we Jenna?"

Marine Lieutenant Jenna McCarthy nodded. "We saw it all right. And some splash you made....you'll have to teach me that someday though, I'd love to learn."

"You're on," Nathan offered, nodding politely in the woman's direction. His attention, however was on the marine corporal. "I was planning on spending another hour in here, perhaps we could start training now? Assuming you are both off duty as well."

"I'm not," Jenna cut in, "but Jayden got all the time of the world. Have fun you two and...behave eh?"

Both men turned scarlet at the comment and murmured something under their breaths, before diving back into the pool to continue their training.

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After the little incident with Counselor Thompson, things had been fairly quiet on the Jefferson during the acting CO’s shoreleave. Megan had enjoyed having some extra time to get things done, making room to catch up on the science projects and experiments going on her in department and getting a little more involved and hands on with those endeavors. The time had also given her the chance to fully familiarize herself with her role as acting first officer. Once Matt returned and the mission was set to begin, Commander Garrett felt prepared to completely assume her new position and to integrate it into her current job. The situation on Dorvan had of course put a damper on the mood aboard the ship, at least for those aware of it, and while dreadful, the science officer attempted not to dwell too much on it.

When the call went out for all senior officers to report for an emergency meeting, Megan wondered momentarily if she should go talk to Matt before hand as acting first officer but decided against it This way, he wouldn’t need to repeat any of the information, and if there was anything additional he wanted her to know, it could be relayed after the briefing. Truth be told, the science officer wasn’t entirely sure how a relationship between first officer and Captain was supposed to work, though she supposed that depended on the individuals involved as well as their personalities.

Based on her past interactions with Matt, it didn’t seem like they saw eye to eye very often, and in fact, had appeared to disagree at almost every turn. Megan was interested to see exactly how this would end up working out. Either way, it wouldn’t do for her to be late for the meeting at the start of her first official mission as acting first officer, so Commander Garrett had put aside her pondering and headed for deck one, feeling as prepared as she could possibly be for what lay ahead for the Jefferson and its crew. However, ‘expect the unexpected’ did seem to be rather standard procedure on this ship, so how ready could anyone really be?

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Igor Stravinsky certainly had taken risks. From the beginning of The Rite of Spring, the piece was innovative to say the least. It started straight off with a bassoon solo that was played in a high register that was physically uncomfortable for a bassoon player to perform. This was certainly interesting. Even in this century, it was not usually played with the accompaniment of dancers that it called for, but this Qualinost after all, and not Earth. The 1913 riot was not going to happen here.

The feline leaned back as the curtain was drawn, and at that moment, he received the call. He was certainly not going to leave during the overture, or make fuss, so he reserved his anger for approximately the next ten minutes, after which he stood and left...only to be spirited away in the translucent beam of energy that carried him back to the vessel. Growling, he stepped off the transporter pad with an exhalation before walking out of the room.

As he approached to the place of report, he shook his head with a careful sigh. Looking up gently, he cringed at the time - Garrett had requested that he take this time off and, yet, he was not going to be permitted to do so. He did, however, promise himself that this was going to be made up to him.

[vanhorn]

The Lieutenant was in the middle of reviewing information on the Jefferson's last mission, hoping to come up with something he could use in future missions regarding his duties, when the message came in. "An emergency meeting" Van Horn spoke aloud to himself, "I had better have someone run an inventory check in our armory before we leave."

Even as he reminded himself verbally, one of his ensigns was on his way to the armory to carry out the task. "Oh, and ensign? Be sure to report back as soon as you've finished." Michael called after the young ensign, getting up from his desk to head for the observation lounge.

Observation Lounge

Lt. Van Horn was the first to arrive for the meeting, which bothered him to his very core. They were supposed to have had fifteen minutes until the meeting, but for a matter of such importance, he would have expected everyone to have been here by now.

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Location: Admiral Drew’s Ready Room, the USS Fang.

“Well guys, it’s certainly been a while,” Drew said to the holographic photo of his old comrades which he had placed on his desk, “but the Fang flies again.”

He looked at the photo for a few moments longer, remembering the adventures that they had all had on this ship, the relationships that had been made, the tragedy that they had experienced, and that final, fateful mission where it had all ended…

It had been over five years since Drew had last been aboard this ship, his first command. After his abduction by the Dominion Starfleet had saw fit to reassign him to Starfleet Command, while the Fang itself it had been put into storage and her crew reassigned. Drew had eventually returned to the front line, but not with the Fang, first he had been assigned to Starbase Assailant, and then what was meant to be only a temporary tour of duty on the USS Hanson saw him spend three years commanding the Academy vessel. He had eventually risen to become the Academy Commandant, and now after his most recent promotion was commander of its fleet. But with the new rank, and new responsibilities came certain perks, one of which was being able to select his own flagship, it had not taken him long to get the Fang refitted and back out into the field.

“Bridge to Admiral Drew,” a young Ensign’s voice said over the comm system, “you have an incoming communication from Starbase 47.”

“Patch it through Ensign,” Drew ordered, turning away from the photograph and looking to the computer screen that had now activated itself on his desk.

The image on the screen briefly showed the Starfleet delta and then switched to the familiar face of Section Admiral Duke Nova. Drew had known the old Admiral long enough to tell when he was worried, and this was diffidently one of those occasions.

As Drew listened to Admiral Nova, his thoughts turned to the terrible tragedy that had happened on Dorvan IV, it was one of those events that had shocked the Federation, and public opinion demanded that Starfleet did everything it could to help.

When Nova’s transmission finished, Drew called up the latest reports on the Jefferson. He had worked with the crew over a year ago, when Admiral Magellan Lin had briefly turned renegade, at the time he had been impressed with the crew’s performance during the difficult mission, especially Colonel Hrisvalar’s command style. At first he had reservations about a Marine commanding a Starship, but the Colonel had changed his views on that matter. Drew was therefore disturbed to learn that the now Brigadier Hrisvalar was on an extended leave of absence, leaving his First Officer, Commander Matthew Reynolds in command. Although Drew knew Reynolds, having served with both him and his brother Jason before, he knew that the Commander did not have much experience as an independent Starship Captain. The mission ahead would be a delicate one and would require an experienced pair of hands, and careful handling. Drew could see the logic behind Admiral Nova’s decision to include the Fang in the mission, this would be an appropriate return to duty for the ship.

“Computer, open a channel to the USS Jefferson,” Drew ordered, keying in some commands on his console, “I wish to speak to Commander Reynolds.”

A few minutes later the familiar face of Matthew Reynolds appeared on Drew’s screen. Judging by the Commander’s surroundings he had chosen to take this message in his ready room, rather than the bridge. A wise decision.

The Commander skipped the pleasantries and got straight to the matter at hand, asking Drew for his views on the situation, and ultimately their mission.

“I am afraid my knowledge is not much greater than yours Commander,” Drew answered, “initial reports suggest that the tactical systems on the ship involved malfunctioned somehow, Starfleet Security and Starfleet Intelligence are currently investigating if foul play was involved. The situation on the planet itself is obviously dire.”

“Of course Admiral,” Reynolds replied, “I am going to be holding a staff meeting here later on the Jefferson, would you care to join us?”

“I’ll arrange with my Executive Officer to join you,” Drew said by way of agreement, “Commander, I am sure that I do not need to remind you that this is a highly delicate, and possibility volatile situation, do you believe your crew are up to the task without Brigadier Hrisvalar?”

“I can assure you that the Jefferson crew are more than able to carry out their mission, Admiral,” Reynolds said, somewhat irritated.

“Good to know Commander,” Drew said reaching for the end transmission button, “I’ll see you at the meeting, Drew out.”

As Reynolds face disappeared from the screen, Drew opened a channel to his Exec.

“Mrs. Carpenter, please join me in my ready room, we have much to discuss.”

[tamara]

"... and while those inactions were clearly warrant for his removal as the head of sickbay, there was good reason." Tamara thought a minute before deciding where to go with the story.

"It was determined that he was being controlled in some way by telepathy. Quite interesting how it worked, too, as it was determined. I have written a paper on the effects of telepathy on stressed individuals you can find attached." Realizing she had digressed from her narrative, she fought to regain control of her objectivity.

"Freddy was relieved when he finally got to see his father again," she added. "They are inseparable." She felt good finally saying something positive about the bond between Nathan and his son.

=/\= Computer, pause dictation. =/\=

The computer gave an audible indicator acknowledging the request.

Her screen lit up with a request for all senior staff to meet for a briefing of some sort. While Tamara never really considered herself a high ranking official on the ship - after all, she was only a lieutenant - on paper, she definitely was. She permanently closed Nathan's file, figuring it was a good stopping point.

Tamara entered the Observation lounge a short while later, dressed differently; clothing less comfortable but more presentable. She had a habit of not wearing standard uniform in her office, and more than once had embarrassed herself by leaving in such a state. It quickly became a routine to look oneself in the mirror before leaving. This time, no such error was made.

"Hi" Tamara said to the officer waiting. Waiting for the same thing she was waiting for, no doubt. "I haven't seen you around before.," She stuck out her hand. "I'm Tamara Thompson."

Tamara purposefully left off the part about being a counselor. She found that every possible emotional barrier magically erected when she made such a pronouncement, and seeing as this conversation wasn't business related, she felt no need to compromise a friendly social intercourse.

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[Matthew Reynolds]

Matt held nothing but the up most respect for Admiral Paul Drew, but he couldn't help but feel irritated at the Admiral for doubting the abilities of his crew to carry out their mission. Nevertheless Matt was grateful to have such an experienced officer leading the relief effort. Understanding that time was of the essence, Matt prepared an outline for all departments. It had also dawned on him that he would need to reinstate Nathan to Chief Medical Officer. Matt couldn't in good conscience keep his best doctor on the sidelines for this type of mission.

"Commander Reynolds to Doctor van Breughel, please attend the briefing in ten minutes. You have been reinstated as CMO."

His first task now down, Matthew continued to prepare his mission briefing. He knew that Commander Garrett and T'Ress were working on the Romulan technology, but it would have to wait. Matt was also reconsidering the crew evaluations by Doctor Thompson, but decided that this was the best opportunity to see how his crew faired under prolonged stress.

"Commander, the Fang's XO has beamed over, she is waiting in the observation lounge," Monica reported as she walked into the ready room.

"Thanks Lieutenant, you're excused," Matt said completely ignoring his friend and confidant. It didn't dawn on Matt that Monica had not moved from where she was standing and immediately apologized for his attitude.

"You'll do fine," Monica said with a smile," you have led the Jefferson before. It should be a piece of cake."

"It's not the same and we both know it Monica," Matt rebuffed," anyways its time to start the meeting. Monica you have the bridge."

"Aye sir," was her reply as both of them exited the ready room. Monica headed towards the center chair and Matt continued on into the observation lounge which was now filled with every department head on the ship," Commander Carpenter, its nice to meet you."

"Like wise Commander," Carpenter replied clearly out of place. Even though the Jefferson was an enormous ship, everyone was acquainted with everyone else.

"We'll start the mission briefing once Admiral Drew arrives," Matt said as he handed the entire senior staff the information they would need.

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ooc: this is entering the assumption that somewhere during my lil' writing adm drew arrives as well as everyone else.

"Ain't that just peachy," Jayden commented, thumbing upwards towards where possibly Matt's voice was coming from. "First they force you to have a vacation and now suddenly you're pressed back into service."

Nathan finished his lap with a few strong strokes, then climbed out of the pool and walked over to the nearest wall intercom. "Nathan here," he answered the page, "give me fifteen and I'll actually be properly dressed...unless you want me to show in a robe?" Behind him, he heard Jayden chuckle at the prospect of him showing at a meeting in a bathrobe.

Forestalling Matt's comment, he smiled slightly. "I'm in the pool commander," he explained, "training, as were your specific orders." He touched the panel again, then disappeared into the changing room.

Exactly fifteen minutes later, he walked into the briefingroom, feverishly combing his fingers through his still wet hair, trying to get it to look even remotely decent. "My apologies everyone," he said quietly as he took his seat bestween T'Ress and Thompson. "You were saying?"

Only then did he spot a flag admiral seated at the table and he fell horribly silent, having the grace to look embarassed. "What's going on?" he whispered, leaning in slightly towards the Caitian chief engineer, "why is a flag admiral visiting the Jefferson?"

While he'd been on leave, he had been purposefully kept out of the loop of ship's business. And though he had known Hannah had been on top of things, he had never asked, assuming that in case of emergency he would indeed be informed, just in case. He glanced up, just feeling Matt's gaze boring into him and he raised an eyebrow at the younger man, then nodded quietly.

Nathan took a few deep breaths, exhaling slowly each time. He was still full of adrenalin from his training exercises, almost having been driven to his limits in a challenge Jayden had issued. And having a cute young officer look even cuter when he was annoyed didn't really help matters. Fortunately, Nathan caught himself in time and broke off the gaze, hoping Commander Reynolds would carry on with his briefing swiftly.

[vanhorn]

(OOC: A little before the arrival of Commander Reynolds)

She was quite beautiful, in fact so much so that Lt. Van Horn had to keep reminding himself to let go of his boyish pursuit of women and concentrate on his career.

"I'm Lieutenant Junior Grade Michael Van Horn," Michael said trying to keep his smile friendly and professional, just not too friendly, "I'm the Jefferson's new CTSO..." Michael cut himself short because he had notice all the other department heads had entered and Commander Reynolds was present and ready to begin.

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[tamara]

Tamara smiled back. "It sounds like all we need is Admiral Drew to begin the briefing."

She didn't really know what to expect at the briefing. This would be her first briefing since coming aboard the ship. Brigadier Hrisvalar never found her presence necessary. Now, though, with Commander Reynolds in charge, she found herself a valuable part of the crew. Or perhaps it was that she had not yet been deemed invaluable by the Commander? She didn't dote on the topic too much - she didn't worry about things she couldn't help.

In the mean time, Lieutenant Van Horn seemed charming. Van Horn reminded Tamara of her son, now eighteen, who had just joined the marines. They had the same build, the same mannerisms. Tamara found herself wiping a tear from her eye, missing her son, her husband... her home.

She quickly bottled the emotions up. It wasn't the time or place, she told herself, to be emotional. Counselors never seemed to take their own advice.

"Have you ever met Admiral Drew?" Tamara asked. The name was unfamiliar to her, and curiosity stemmed from it.

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Exactly fifteen minutes later, he walked into the briefingroom, feverishly combing his fingers through his still wet hair, trying to get it to look even remotely decent. "My apologies everyone," he said quietly as he took his seat bestween T'Ress and Thompson. "You were saying?"

Looking to the one who had leaned over to him to speak, the feline's tail ran rather stiff to express the somewhat frightened emotions that he was exhibiting at that point in time. Admittedly, his fur was very much on end. Trying to get an outwards piece of fur from his hair, he purred gently as he spook.

"I have no idea, Doctor. I know that the Commander mentioned something regarding a mission briefing that is going to begin when the Admiral enters, however, he said nothing more. A visit from an admiral, of course, cannot bid us any good."

He then paused gently, "Tell me, Doctor...are we not supposed to be on vacation? Murr..." He sighed gently, "I am supposed to be seeing a presentation of Igor Stravinsky down on the planetside. I do not mean to complain, murr....Caitians very seldom complain or act belligerently. That having been said, though, I am very tired. I trust that you are as well, Doctor. I do not believe they should be pushing us this hard."

Leaning back into his chair, he felt the cushion slowly sink under his immense weight, his eyes sinking along with the upholstery. It was then that a second idea began to enter, "You know..we should be dressed better for the occasion of a flag officer making an official visit, murr."

Though T'Ress himself had been wearing a dress uniform, from the occasion of the symphonic performance he had been attending, his words did not mean to condemn those who were not so dressed. Rather, he had been speaking off handly.

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“Commander Williams, you have the bridge,” Drew called behind him as he entered the Fang’s turbolift, “transporter room one,” he instructed the computer as the doors closed behind him. As the lift began to descended, Drew consulted the padd that he had downloaded the mission specifics onto. He was aware that he was running late for the meeting with the Jefferson crew, but that was after all an Admiral’s prerogative, Commander Carpenter had gone to the Jefferson ahead of him, so everything should at least be in order.

Entering the transporter room he nodded at the Chief at the console and walked briskly onto the transporter pad. Seconds later he found himself once again aboard the Jefferson, with a Security Guard waiting to escort him to the briefing room.

“Is there some kind of crisis that prevented Commander Reynolds from welcoming me aboard personally?” Drew asked as he stepped down from the pad and surveyed the empty transporter room.

“Um, no sir,” the Security Officer replied, “the Commander is in the briefing room with the reminder of the senior staff, I am to take you there.”

“I see,” Drew replied slowly, “well, lead the way then Lieutenant.”

“Thank you sir,” the Lieutenant said, somewhat nervously, “if you would follow me…”

Drew straightened his uniform jacket and then followed the Lieutenant out of the room and into another turbo lift. A few minutes later, he found himself on the Jefferson’s bridge, as he stepped out, he was pleased to see that the bridge crew stopped working and stood smartly to attention. At least they knew how to welcome an Admiral aboard.

“As you were,” Drew said, nodding to the watch officer.

As everyone returned to their tasks, Drew followed his Security Lieutenant to the briefing room. As the doors opened he could already hear the voices of the officers instead, no doubt many of them would be discussing the details of the mission, perhaps even wondering why an Admiral was about to be joining them. As he walked in, the entire room went silent and all eyes turned to him. He was amused to see that one of the officers was wearing a dress uniform, and it was obvious from their faces that they had indeed been discussing his arrival.

“Admiral Drew, welcome to the Jefferson,” Commander Reynolds said, standing from his chair and walking to greet Drew.

“Thank you Commander,” Drew replied, “I trust Commander Carpenter discussed the latest news with you?”

“She has yes sir,” Reynolds replied.

“Excellent, well, I’ll just take a seat here,” Drew said pulling out a chair, “and you can go right ahead with the briefing.”

[Matthew Reynolds]

Matt assumed that Admiral Drew was going to debrief the Jefferson senior staff and so it took him a few seconds to realize that it would fall on him to inform them of the terrible news that happened on Dorvan V. After the split second of confusion had passed, Matt activated the console in front of him.

"This is Dorvan V which has finally rejoined the Federation after twenty years of Cardassian, Dominion, and independent rule," Matt said as he described the history of the M-Class planet. "The planet was originally colonized by a group of Federation citizens until the planet was lost in the Federation-Cardassian Treaty of 2370. Captain Picard of the Enterprise was not able to convince the colonist to leave the planet and they were left under the rule of the Cardassians. Many of the colonist felt betrayed by the Federation but lived in peace with their new masters."

Matt paused his briefing to face the staff which were all listening carefully. He also noticed that some were smirking a few remarks under there breaths.

"In those twenty years the population of the colony rose from a few thousands to over 20,558, 000 people," Matt said as he showed them a small simulation of the population growth. The planet was now home to fifteen major cities and countless of rural villages and towns. "In a controversial election the people of Dorvan V chose to seek re admittance to the Federation. Because of the current situation with the Klingon's and Tholians, Headquarters sent the USS Lion to perform the evaluations."

"The USS Lion is an older member of this fleet and is commanded by Captain Janice Worthing, a veteran commanding officer," Matt said as he showed the staff a picture of the older woman," approximately four days ago she reported an accident on the planet. A cascade failure occurred in the Lion's weapons systems which activated its arsenal and the torpedoes were somehow fired."

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"About a minute later, the torpedoes detonated in four populated cities," Matt said still unable to understand how this could happen. With all the technology at their disposal, it should be easy to stop this from ever happening. "Captain Worthing notified Command immediately and we have been ordered to help."

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"We are to provide all the medical relief possible," Matt said looking at Nathan," you'll need to coordinate with the Fang's medical team. You must also be advised that the government of Dorvan V is not in complete control of the planet. We have heard reports of violence against Starfleet personal. A large number of people blame Starfleet for this terrible accident. Counselor Thompson you are to provide counseling to the victims and continue to evaluate the crew's performance."

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"I have just been notified that we will be receiving a new Marine officer, a Lt. G’Rowk," Matt said," Lt. van Horn you will need to work with the marines closely to provide security on the planet. We are there to help, but people are scared and angry right now."

(van Horn and G'Rowk)

"Admiral Drew will be conducting an investigation of the USS Lion and coordinating with the government to provide relief," Matt said," everyone else will be providing logistical and operational support."

(Everyone else)

"This is still a rescue mission people," Matt stressed," thousands of lives have been lost, but we are fifteen thousand people are still missing. We will not be welcomed but we got a job to do and we will do it well. That is all for now. Any questions?."

(Everyone)

[Deleted]

Nathan offered a small smile. "I respectfully point out that I am not Starfleet personnel," he pointed out, "however the medical teams shall do their utmost best to offer relief where needed. Is there any indication of how many casualties there are? You mentioned thousands of people missing, but I need an indication on wounded. And with so many wounded, we must also calculate for infection and spreading of disease due to lack of proper care."

He turned to address the flag admiral. "Admiral Drew, who is your chief medical officer? I would like to co-ordinate teams with him or her as soon as possible. Preferably right now. The sooner we get it done, the sooner we can get these people the help they require."

The human doctor paused, still stroking the Caitian's tail he had caught only seconds earlier. The cat seemed agitated, and stroking his tail seemed to calm him, Nathan had noticed on more than one occasion. "Additionally, may I suggest that whoever beams down doesn't do so dressed in uniform? As pointed out, they may respond badly to starfleet officers. Seeing people in civvies my tone down the response."

[Deleted]

Feeling calmed by the doctor's actions, the feline purred gently before it was his turn to speak, "I believe that he is most correct, murr - we should not be in our uniforms when we beam down, or perhaps throughout any part of the mission that allows us to be out of them. Even if we are recognized as Starfleet operatives, this could be a manner of psychology. Not to suggest that I am a mental health professional, of course."

Lowering his head, he looked up once again, "That having been said, I do believe it bears note - and I do not mean to be blowing my own horn, so to speak - but it bears note to suggest that the Caitian culture is in many ways similar to that on Dorvan V...murr."

"The planet was founded by the remains of once indigenous people to the continent of Nort America, on Earth, is that correct? The hunter-gather complex societies that grew there are very similar to the society that I was reared in....murr...perhaps it is best if I am to provision some assistance in the ways of dealing with this civilization."

"What I believe we will notice first, murr...is the notion of public verses private property. It is extreme in some ways, lax in the other, compared to that which the Federation itself considers to be acceptable."

[vanhorn]

Lieutenant Van Horn was excited and slightly terrified all in the same thought. It was beginning, he had a part, a role in Starfleet; in the Federation for that matter. Hundreds of lines of protocol flashed through his mind. What he should do in this situation, what to do in that situation. His plan came to him suddenly.

"Sir," He said beginning his senior staff debut. "I would suggest that you not beam down to the planet, civilian clothes or not, until I have assembled an away team to be certain that it will be safe for you."

(Tag Commander Reynolds)

There was that silence that could sometimes get the best of people, and Van Horn really hoped that he had chose the right words. No he was sure he did it was his responsibility to protect the crew of the Jefferson, especially there acting captain.

"In fact sir, with your permission I would like to set up a perimeter of safety. Within which we can setup a camp, maybe a field hospital. Doing so would allow us to remain on the surface and there would be less chance of suspicion from the natives if we stayed rather than transported back and forth all day." Michael concluded his proposal, mentally preparing for either of the two responses he may get.

(Tag Commander Reynolds)

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The doctor rose to his feet, slamming his hands flat down on the table as he glared at the security chief. "That's wasting precious time," he snapped, then pointed at the images on the screen, "time those people don't have. Our medical teams must transport down as soon as possible, or there may not be anyone left to save!"

When it came to saving lives, Nathan was no different than most starfleet doctors; they didn't care about dangers they would be facing, they only cared about the people whose lives might be saved. And every minute spent arguing about safety precautions was one minute less that could be spent towards saving the injured.

And one minute was all that it could take between being alive and being dead, to a victim anyway. And any life lost, was one too many in a doctor's book.

"yes, we should establish a field hospital but as soon as possible! While we help people you could set up your precious perimiter. If we're responsibe for this crisis, if the Lion truly did cause this, then we are responsible for these people and we need to do everything we can to help them!"

Not waiting for a response, Nathan stalked out of the briefingroom, straight back to sickbay. "Prepare for emergency beam-down," he told Hannah, "we're going on a rescue mission and we need every medical resource we've got." He turned to help her pack when he literally collided with Corporal Mitchell.

"Whoa, what's the rush?" the marine asked.

"Medical emergency," Nathan answered curtly, "I don't have time to chat. I have to-"

He was cut short when Jayden grabbed his arm and yanked him around. "You'll make time," he said softly, "you've been allowed back on duty but you're hardly all well. If you push yourself like this and allow yourself to get this worked up, you'll get yourself another heart attack." He pulled the doctor closer to him, gazing right into his eyes, then leaned in.

Nathan held his breath, biting back an angry response and froze when the marine's lips brushed against his. His heart was racing. ~where's this coming from?~ he wondered, but didn't pull away.

After a few seconds, Jayden pulled back. "I thought you needed that, at the least it did stop you from running around like a headless chicken......and I think you needed that."

Still stunned, Nathan nodded. "So, are you going to help me, or are you just going to stand in my way? I have an emergency to prepare for, and I need to contact Fang's CMO..." With Jayden now helping Hannah, Nathan walked into his office and opened a comchannel.

"USS Fang, this is Doctor Nathan van Breughel, chief medical officer USS Jefferson. Please patch me through to your chief medical officer..."

[vanhorn]

"Excuse me." Van Horn almost yelled as he hurried out the door after the doctor.

He rushed down out the turbo lift and down the corridors hoping to catch Nathan before he left. Undoubtedly giving passing officers something to wonder about as he raced to Dr. van Breughel's office.

"Excuse me Doctor, but I feel I was a bit hasty," Michael explained, "you can accompany me...that is I can take a team down with you. I was more concerned with our Captain's safety, it is my duty. As well as the safety of the crew. I understand that it is urgent for you to be on the surface, and I should have taken that into acount when I requested to transport down. I am sorry."

Michael finished his apology hoping he hadn't angered the doctor too badly. It was definitely not the way to begin a friendship with someone. The lieutenant greatly wished he could have given Nathan the phaser/combat training that he required before all this occurred.

"So are we in civilian or Starfleet uniforms," Van Horn stuttered breaking the silence, in hopes that Dr. van Breughel's response would be a positive one, "I can have a team ready to go in minutes."

(Tag van Breughel)

[tagert]

Tom sat in the meeting silently. He was thinking selfishly of a message he had received earlier, and a few other things.

STARFLEET COMMAND
Document #: 000895754
Subject: Family Death

Enter Security Code: ****

Lt. Commander Thomas J. Tagert

We deeply regret to inform you, that your Grandfather William Thurman Shinault II has recently passed away, due to complications, during a medical procedure. Services will be held Stardate 97201.5

=/\=End Transmission=/\=

As Van Horn made his suggestion, Tom knew the Dr. wouldn't like it. Tom was so distracted, he was thinking about Grandpa Shinault and Jenna. She hadn't spoke to him since he had dropped her on the surface for shore leave. And it was bad enough when Grandpa Shinault was forgetting who everyone was, but now for him to just be gone and to not have been able to make the funeral because the message he received came three weeks after the fact. He was going strait to Ms. Hernandez quarters after this bothersome meeting was over.

There was a long discussion about uniforms and starting a security perimeter, Tom added for the first time since the meeting had started, "I don't like the Idea of sneaking around in our "Civies." but, how about we beam down a "Duck Blind," Hospital facility, cloaked into the rubble, near the largest population." As the words came out of his mouth he wished he hadn't said them, there was a ruckis as the Doc and Van Horn ruched out of the room, maybe to fight to the death, he had only been barley listening and really just wished he could skip this meeting and go see Jenna.

[Deleted]

Narrowing his eyes in annoyance, Nathan turned to face the young security chief. The chief was young enough to be his son, judging from his youthful appearance. "Can't you see I'm busy?" he snapped, ignoring him at first.

However when Van Horn didn't leave, the doctor sighed and relented. "Very well, please sit." He gestured to the only other seat in the office. "Yes, perhaps you were hasty. I have family in starfleet, a commanding officer to be precise and I've lived all my life between doctors and soldiers. I may be ignorant in safety protocols and self defense measures, but I assure you I am quite versed in making sure people's health is ensured."

Seeing the worry on the chief's face, he relaxed a little and forced his anger down. "Your company is appreciated and may be necessary, but this is a relief mission. We are here to help, you must remember that. Therefor, I remain with my suggestion to beam down out of uniform as apparently a uniform may only entice them, and we don't want a riot. Wearing a uniform may cause danger to us, rather than avoid it."

Crossing his arms over his chest, Nathan leaned back and sized the security chief up. "You're still young, when you're my age, you'll think back and realise that what I was saying wasn't so bad at all. It may make sense then. And if you think I live to endanger myself....while recent events may seem contrary, I assure you I do not. I have a family, and the health of this crew is my responsebility. So again, your company is appreciated and most welcome. The marine's job is to look after Reynolds, while Hrisvalar is recovering. Surely you knew that?"

[Matthew Reynolds]

"Additionally, may I suggest that whoever beams down doesn't do so dressed in uniform? As pointed out, they may respond badly to starfleet officers. Seeing people in civvies my tone down the response."

"I'm inclined to agree with you, but the decision will be up to Admiral Drew," Matt said looking at the up to now silent Admiral.

(Drew)

"That having been said, I do believe it bears note - and I do not mean to be blowing my own horn, so to speak - but it bears note to suggest that the Caitian culture is in many ways similar to that on Dorvan V...murr. The planet was founded by the remains of once indigenous people to the continent of Nort America, on Earth, is that correct? The hunter-gather complex societies that grew there are very similar to the society that I was reared in....murr...perhaps it is best if I am to provision some assistance in the ways of dealing with this civilization."

"If that is the case Commander T'Ress I would like for you to work with Doctor Thompson and create a phsycological profile on the planet's population. It could better help us understand them."

(J'Varr and Tamara)

"Sir," He said beginning his senior staff debut. "I would suggest that you not beam down to the planet, civilian clothes or not, until I have assembled an away team to be certain that it will be safe for you."

"Lieutenant, you do not have worry about my well being," Matt said," I can take care of myself and I don't want to get in the away of the rescue effort."

"In fact sir, with your permission I would like to set up a perimeter of safety. Within which we can setup a camp, maybe a field hospital. Doing so would allow us to remain on the surface and there would be less chance of suspicion from the natives if we stayed rather than transported back and forth all day." Michael concluded his proposal, mentally preparing for either of the two responses he may get.

Before Matt was able to reply to the security officer's concerns, he heard the loud bang created by Nathan. He knew what was coming and he could feel his blood boil in anger.

"That's wasting precious time," he snapped, then pointed at the images on the screen, "time those people don't have. Our medical teams must transport down as soon as possible, or there may not be anyone left to save!"

"Doctor van Breughel sit your rear end down!" Matt said looking at his Chief Medical Officer with hate in his eyes. He understood Nathan's position as a doctor, but he was an adult who should be able to control his emotions.

"Yes, we should establish a field hospital but as soon as possible! While we help people you could set up your precious perimiter. If we're responsibe for this crisis, if the Lion truly did cause this, then we are responsible for these people and we need to do everything we can to help them!"

"Ignore him!" Matt said as Nathan stormed out of the conference room," he won't stop working until we reach the planet. We all have work to do and we should get about doing it. Commander Garrett please work with Commander Carpenter on maximizing our resources. Dismissed"

(Megan)

Matt waited until the entire staff had left to addressed the Admiral who must be rethinking the trust that Zhukarak had placed in Matt. If he couldn't control the outburst of one civilian doctor how could he lead an entire ship in a crisis.

"Admiral I would like to apologize for my doctor's actions, he'll be up for report," Matt said trying to make things better, but knowing that it would most likely not work.

(Drew)