Calli Valente
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Post by Calli Valente on Oct 12, 2016 17:51:22 GMT
Following the conversation with Carl regarding the Raven's Navigation Officer, Calli had planned to get some rest as she was due in the dome the next morning to assist investigations. En-route to her temporary quarters her Comm badge chirped:
=^= O'Toole to Commander Valente =^= she frowned, naver having received a communication from the Bar owner before. She tapped her badge:
=^= Valente .. What can I do for you Sean ? =^=
=^= Could you come to the bar .. Sooner the better ? =^= she could tell by his voice that he needed to speak with her urgently.
=^= I'll have a shuttle bring me over now .. Valente out =^=
She closed the comm and immediately opened one to the Command Center. Requesting a shuttle using her Intelligence credentials, she was on her way over to the Starbase within ten minutes ....
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Due to the restrictions on the Starbase, it took her longer to dock and reach the bar than the journey across, but eventually she entered O'Tooles ... Sean and Cara were waiting at a table and waved her over. She looked around, understandably seeing quite a lot of empty tables, and those that were occupied were engrossed in rumour and speculation on events far above them in the dome. As she took her seat, Cara handed her a drink before turning to Sean:
"So, what's going on ?" Calli asked.
"Gossip has it that a pair of Terrellians were responsible for up top. Is that so Calli mi'darlin ?"
"There's no conclus ......"
"C'mon Calli." Sean urged, obviously waiting for confirmation before going further.
"OK, the Federation Council are beginning sanctions on the Terrellian Empire. We believe there is unquestionable proof, regardless of the countless denials. Why Sean ?"
"Because, I may have a snippet of information you could use." he said, Cara finally nudging him to continue, "Right ... It might be nothing, but again you never know. Two days before Andae disappeared, two Terrellian's showed up. They kept themselves to themselves and were joined by another, a Benzite. Weird match you might think, and so did we. They seemed very interested in the Commander, asking members of my staff more than once if he was expected. We didn't put the proverbial two and two together until earlier."
"What happened to nudge your curiosity ?" Calli asked.
"Well. They met with two others, scholarly-types if you ask me. They didn't stay long on either visit, and didn't have anything to drink. It just seemed strange that they all vanished when Commander Blakus did. Again, we were only speculating, at least until earlier, when the Benzite walked in as plain as day and ordered a drink as if nothing was happening. I'm no mind reader, but I tell ya that man was as nervous as hell. He sat eyeing the door as if every Security Officer in the System was about to barge in here. He stayed for an hour, then got up and left without a word." Sean shrugged.
"..... And this Benzite was with the two Terrellians prior to all this happening, you're certain of that ?" she asked, hoping it was a breakthrough.
"Yes !" Cara and Sean replied in unison.
"Do you have any idea where he went when he left ?"
"I can do better than that." Sean said, waving one of his waitresses over, "I have Fiona here follow the man to his lodgings." the bar owner said with a broad grin as he slapped the aforementioned Fiona on her behind.
"Deck thirteen eighteen, quadrant five, room allocation six eight one." Fiona informed her, handing her a slip of paper containing the information, "I only got back here about half an hour or so ago, and he was still in there when I left, can't account for his whereabouts now though, sorry." Calli was already tapping her Comm badge. She contacted the Command Center and requested Security be posted either side of the target quarters, then she contacted Carl, Andae and Harry. If they were going to get this Benzite and get whatever information he possessed, she needed help, and quickly ! ..........
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Post by Carl Torek on Oct 15, 2016 0:24:49 GMT
OOC : Posting as Captain Sahil Prabhakar ::IC : USS Raven-C -- Twelve Hours out from SB47 ::"Report." the interim Captain requested. Chief of the transportation crew Kwan turned to him, reporting all was well and running to specification.
"We have yet to test the Transwarp, no ?"
"I was under the impression that would be done following handover, Captain." Kwan said.
"We have time do we not ?" Prabhakar asked, making it more statement than question. Kwan nodded and turned back to the Operations Console then turned to the Navigator:
"Bring us to heading three two zero mark two, prepare for Transwarp." he turned back to the Captain, who nodded.
"Transwarp Three."
The new Raven lanced through nether-space at an unimaginable velocity, the equivalent of warp eight. there was several seconds of vibration, the Engineer making immediate modifications as required, the ship settled as if riding on an infinite bed of nothingness. Captain Prabhakar ordered them to increase speed. Kwan instructed the Navigator to increase to Transwarp Four.
"Five." Prabhakar countermanded. Seeing the nervous look on his Chief's face, "Have faith Kwan. I built this vessel from the first deck plate to the lettering along her hull ... Transwarp Five ... For five minutes, then increase to Transwarp Six ..... When you are ready Mister Kwan." As the ship continued to increase speed, she passed the point where the stricken Starbase was located, arrowing away at phenomenal speed. At this speed the Raven would travel twenty five light years in under three hours, two hundred light years in a day, and a thousand light years in less than a month ! .... Remaining at their present speed, Prabhakar watched the stars as they seemed to merge into one continuous stream of blue white luminescence, then he spoke again:
"Chief, begin to bring us around, reverse course." Kwan was about to order a reduction of their speed when the Captain beat him to it, "Remain at present velocity."
"CAPTAIN ! ... Turning at this speed will rip the ship to shreds. It cannot take the stresses a turn will impose."
"Five degrees per second to Port, Chief ... Now. Please." Prabhakar said quietly.
Kwan looked at the obviously nervous Navigator. The Woman was almost ashen. He got up from his station and instructed the Navigator to step away. Sitting he made the required inputs to the console and hit the 'execute' tab ... The Raven began what should have been a lazy turn to Port. Immediately warnings began to flash on both the Helm and Ops consoles, the Engineering Station was lit up like the proverbial Christmas tree as stresses surpassed every design limit. Forty five degrees into their turn the ship began to make 'noises' ... Creaking, groaning, straining as if being twisted along her axis by giant hands determined not to release their grip.
"Pylon failure in fifty seconds." Kwan shouted over the din. Prabhakar sat expressionless, eyes on the large view-screen.
The stresses on the two nacelle pylons was now far beyond any known, in Kwan's mind they should have sheared away long before now, and he wondered if he would live long enough to curse the Captain for his foolhardiness in thinking he could surpass the design specifications by so much, even if those specs' were his ! ... He watched the chronometer over the view-screen, seeing the seconds to their demise tick away then with five seconds to spare the Captain order a speed reduction to Transwarp Five. It may have been his plan all along, knowing how far he could push the ship, and the Transit Crew, before one or the other snapped beyond recovery. While the reduction helped, it only prolonged the inevitable, but as they approached the point where they were on a reverse course, Prabhakar ordered a drop to half impulse, then all stop.
Slowly, slowly the ship began to quiet herself, dropping out of warp then slowing to half impulse, then finally to a complete stop. Kwan could not believe the outer hull temperature, it had almost trebled the recommended upper limit. He wondered what other damage the reckless manoeuvre had caused.
"Fifteen minutes Chief. Check what you need to. I'll be in the Captain's Ready Room." Prabhakar said, leaving the Bridge.
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Exactly fifteen minutes later the Captain re-entered the Bridge:
"Well ?" he asked, eyebrows raised in expectation. Kwan cleared his throat.
"Minimal structural damage. Thirty eight hull plates were sheered off, but are easily replaceable. Two crew suffered motion sickness."
"Then we are good to continue I assume ?" he asked, Kwan nodded, "Then set course for Starbase Forty Seven ... Warp, three." ..........
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Marionette
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Post by Marionette on Oct 16, 2016 14:50:10 GMT
Marionette reactivated after another defragmenting of her neural pathways, this time to find a blue-uniformed man bending over the bed and examining her "Amazing." he mumbled to himself, holding a tricorder. She awkwardly moved her arm to push him away. "She is active, i see." he said, stepping back and grinning. [Who are you ?]
Maddox spoke "I'm commander Bruce Maddox, Daystrom Institute of Technology. I feel i must apologize, but you are just so.... Astoundingly Impressive. Your reputation indeed precedes you, apart from Data and B-4. I Can't even begin to fathom how Simon Harper managed to merge such disparate technologies, into a singular project, which would then achieve what only Doctor Soong has thus far achieved." he said, his face a picturesque expression of excited fan-boy-ishness. Marionette, knowing of his reputation with Data, was decidedly Not Impressed. [Maddox, your reputation is also in front of you. To the best of my knowledge, you have not made significant progress in replicating doctor Soong's works, and it is recorded that you are contemptuous of the rights and respect of those of a positronic origin. You need to leave. Dismissed.] she stated flatly.
Maddox was disappointed, and turned to go. "Unfortunate, as i've brought suitable parts to .... Help repair you."
Marionette was quiet for afew minutes, weighing the decisions and risks, before relenting. She was in desperate Need, even if her would-be savior was someone who reputedly saw her as a feminized toaster. [What parts do you have ?] Maddox stopped at the doorway of her hospital room, turned and proudly smiled "We don't have Borg or Positronic parts, but we do have a new set of limbs for you from Jupiter Station, and some decent internal parts to at least let you walk around and interact with things and people..... Maybe even abit of time at Conn, every once in awhile. " he said, an ironic smirk on his tilted lips.
[Very well, you may install them.] she said feebly. "Good, i'd like to get started right away, and i imagine you would as well. " he paused for a minute, unsure of how specifically to ask her the question on his lips "Umm ..... May i .... Deactivate you ?" he asked cautiously. [No you may not. I will have a nurse do it.] Maddox nodded, relenting.
Bruce Maddox walked out of the room, to assemble his team and prepare the parts for installation, while Marionette pressed the call-button to have a nurse 'put her under'.
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Post by Andae Blakus on Oct 16, 2016 20:57:51 GMT
He'd almost finished re-routing the plasma flow, with its requisite far ultraviolet frequency shifts, to the surveillance network about the detention cell block. Engineers had attempted to block his entry, however he'd waved them away with an expired permit issued to him during a mock disaster scenario (his last academy assignment). Still came in handy, after all these years...
Now they would learn whether or not someone had managed to enter the cell system, around the suspected time of the deaths of the female Terrellian and Starbase CMO Myrox...
Of course, it couldn't be done by conventional means, for the surveillance would've detected them without need of these UV modifications, whether Terrellians - or others - had physically crossed the threshold into the cell block or there'd been some sort of beaming operation.
For detecting unconventional means of infiltration, the UV rays present in the block at the time had now been made to be incident in such a way on the detectors, that the tachyons - of which there were millions, passing through the station every second - being carried amongst the waves would be registered by the surveillance as well, and sure enough, five unusual concentrations were found, moving in a suspiciously bipedal fashion, in the vicinity of the cells at the time Myrox was being returned to his cell.
The five had passed close by the two cells in question, hovering there and moving indistinctly - how, he thought, had they managed to find their way through the forcefields? At no point had there been a deactivation of either fields protecting the cells. Eventually, as the time index ticked around to approximately five seconds after the estimated time of death of Myrox and the surviving Terrellian, the blobs - that were the almost-certainly cloaked five executioners - departed the cell complex and fizzled off the makeshift internal sensors' range.
He reported the results to Admiral Brasidas's team once he'd returned to the orbital station, and soon found himself berated - around that afternoon - for violating his privileges, yet he retained his expired permit.
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Deck 1318
Arriving at the intersection down the hall from the Benzite's quarters - the one, he understood, who bore an uncanny resemblance to the deceased Zavial; he'd seen the Benzite in the dreams imposed by Pearson, as she'd brought her cronies on board with her into the conceptual mindspace of the Terrellian ship.
"Ah, Harry... What do security say?" Sensors had affirmed the Benzite's presence; apparently in the time since the guards had been posted their quarry hadn't attempted to leave. Once Carl and Calli had arrived they proceeded to the doors, Blakus scanning the room, "You should know I've reported to Admiral Brasidas that five people, using personal cloaking devices, killed the base's CMO and the last Terrellian (from among the attackers on deck 271) in their cells, the day before yesterday. They're currently still loose..."
"Five people?" Calli asked, Blakus nodding. "That correlates with the number who were hovering around O'Toole's before you collapsed, Andae."
Blakus looked at the door, wondering just what kind of person they had on the inside, "Then the Benzite we have here... he could've been one of the killers?"
"Either way he's got something to answer for," Carl said, and nodded to one of the guards who stepped back, drawing his phaser in sync with the other and opening the door.
The doors retracted to reveal darkness, a scarlet light pulsing from one corner of the room and the small portal looking out on the stars the only feature giving a sense of scale, "Unregistered civilian. You are under arrest for conspiring to commit genocide and for the poisoning of a Starfleet officer. Surrender yourself!"
Blakus was sure he espied the Benzite's mottled skin against the pulsing scarlet light - evidently from a personal terminal, it having received a communique yet to be opened - but in the instant he saw it it disappeared into the shade. "The cloak," he stated. One of the security seemed to have seen the same thing and pressed down on his trigger panickedly. The beam leapt across the room and struck the window, which dissipated the blast with a combination of refraction and scattering. Having stayed in the door way - not daring to cross the threshold where they'd be at great risk from the concealed Benzite - they were nevertheless now able to discern more of the room; chairs were knocked flying by nothingness, something advancing towards them through the dark confines - a green beam sprung from shadow, sawing a scarlet line through one of the guards' sides; he collapsed screaming as Andae dived to the left, avoiding a follow up beam.
Having fallen, he flipped over and saw the impressions of heavy footsteps in the carpet as the Benzite - who'd been cornered like a wounded animal - pounded away from the half dozen Starfleet personnel.
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Post by Carl Torek on Oct 20, 2016 15:54:20 GMT
With the Raven Officers and Base Security ensuring no-one was going to evade their capture Commander Blakus approached the door and overrode the locking mechanism: The doors retracted to reveal darkness, a scarlet light pulsing from one corner of the room and the small portal looking out on the stars the only feature giving a sense of scale, "Unregistered Civilian. You are under arrest for conspiring to commit genocide and for the poisoning of a Starfleet officer. Surrender yourself !" That was when all hell broke loose ! ~~~~~Everyone took cover as phaser-fire lanced from the darkened room. Blakus and one of the Security Officers fired into the room hoping to hit the cloaked assailant, but then Andae was almost knocked off his feet as the Security Officer collapsed to the floor wreathing in pain. Calli and two Security fired blindly down the corridor but Carl could see Andae was looking at the floor rather than along the corridor itself, and he realised that the Engineer was watching the impressions on the carpet as the Benzite fled. Carl was on one knee as a second green beam appeared from nothingness and he realised that another cloaked assailant was in the corridor, possibly having been there all along and waiting to see if his assistance was required. Quickly adjusting the setting on his phaser Carl stood and shouted: "ON THE DECK ... NOW !" Without waiting for people to react he fired along the corridor ..... The wide beam made contact with both bulkhead walls as it traversed the distance between them and the corner. Three Security Officers dropped to the floor unconscious, but there were 'five' impressions on the carpet. resetting his phaser to narrow beam he told one or the Security Officers to look after his colleagues, while Andae, Calli, Harry, and himself approached the now intermittently-cloaked assailants as their devices struggled against the power surge caused by the phaser-fire. "Can we get those things off them while they are unconscious ?" Calli asked. Harry and Andae knelt beside one of the downed men and finally managed to deactivate their cloaks. All four stood, looking down at the unconscious forms of one Benzite, one Terrellian, and shockingly, one Human ! ... With all the Security Personnel now up off the floor Carl ordered the three assailants secured and moved to the holding Cells on Deck one nine five ..... With this new development it was obvious that Starfleet Command needed to know of the Human element, but first they needed answers from the three prisoners. They were discussing this while rising through the enormous Star Base when the comm chirped to life: =^= Command Center to Admiral Torek =^= Carl shook his head wondering if the day could get any worse as he tapped his comm badge and replied. =^= Torek .. Go ahead =^= =^= Admiral .. word from the Raven-C .. They are in the System and will be in parking orbit in three hours =^= =^= Understood .. Give Captain Prabhakar my regards .. Torek out =^= he looked at the others: "Our new ship is here." he said ..........
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Post by Andae Blakus on Oct 21, 2016 20:35:49 GMT
As Carl spoke to the command centre, Blakus picked himself up off his knees, feeling grimy and having broken out in a sweat, despite the really minimal exertion. He patted a bruised security officer on the shoulder, the man nodding as he led his bound Benzite with the uncanny Zavial appearance - not in the mood to ask the man questions, let base security handle it for now, perhaps forever - down the corridor en route for the holding cells.
"Our new ship is here," Torek told them, his voice halfway between joy and triumph and the sombreness and mourning that had afflicted them all lately.
"Not exactly what I expected to be doing when she rolled into town," Wedlerson said.
Blakus shook his head, panting once more before looking with faraway eyes towards where he thought the still locked-down lower section of the dome ought to be.
He circled the low-surfaced console in the Concept Holodeck, a place where prototype designs were projected for study and modification by R&D people, Corps engineers and others in the profession of designing such ship-borne equipment. Blakus and Milyanov were using to project already-existing objects in engineering design, specifically the Sovereign class's excuse for a pool table.
"Hmm..." he shook his head in dissatisfaction, tapping the silvery-grey console with his hand, like kicking the tires of an ancient automobile while weighing up purchasing it from a second-hand dealer. Milyanov found his gaze, questioning him non-verbally. "I don't suppose we can get the old one beamed in from the Raven-B's wreck?"
He would much like to be able to retain the old console, its functionality and familiarity augmented by the status it would have as a gift, a gift to himself. It would make up for the gift he'd been the recipient of earlier in the day (what had turned out to be a practical joke, something a departing Raven-B ensign had said would make him 'wealthy in spirit'). As he'd found out on visiting an orbital station cargo bay, the Raven ensign had delivered to him a gigantic stack of Old World Economy bullion, all in plastic.
The Russian looked away, tapping at the wall panel and making a request of the computer. The Sovereign's console model dissolved, flickering into its place a standard model pool table of the Galaxy class. It was fortunate Blakus had been standing back; not that he'd have been in danger standing inside the materialised simulation table, but the computer was nothing if not polite. Blakus looked at the new object, tilting his head and nodding in reluctant agreement.
"Besides the fact the Raven-B's actual console is cracked right down the middle, for all intents and purposes, unusable," Milyanov said, and pointed at this simulated, unblemished pool table, "The Galaxy's model was approximately four times the size in volume of the Sovereign model. With it placed in the Sovereign's engineering, we'd barely be able to get round the edges."
Blakus cleared his throat, "Right you are."
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Post by Carl Torek on Oct 22, 2016 15:57:49 GMT
With the assailants now handed over to Starfleet Intelligence, but still accessible by the Raven's Officers
Carl decided that his Senior Staff should go out to meet the Raven-C
They would need only two days orientation on their new vessel and once that was completed they would be going after the perpetrators of the heinous acts against the Federation
ooo000ooo Taking a shuttle, the Raven's Staff headed out ... They would meet their new vessel while it was en-route to Starbase Forty Seven. Andae had already spent time in the Orbital Facilities Concept Holodeck, and voiced his subtle dissatisfaction with the Sovereign class 'Pool table' which was considerably smaller than it's Galaxy Class counterpart. Carl had looked at the plans and layout of the Raven-C Engineering Section and had pondered the idea of turning the pool table through ninety degrees, so rather than having it aligned along the longitudinal axis and facing the warp core, it could be re-aligned along the lateral, effectively 'side-on' to the core, that way the same design as used on the Galaxy Class could possibly be integrated into the Sovereign. He put the idea to his Acting First Officer and Chief Engineer for consideration ... Captain Prabhakar had brought the new Raven to a complete stop, illuminating all her running lights. They could see the sovereign Class from a long way off and the Pilot of the shuttle took them on a three sixty degree tour, circumnavigating the Raven no less than three times, both above and below her hull, prior to entering the shuttle-bay. Stepping off the shuttle Captain Prabhakar and his Senior Staff met them: "Welcome aboard Admiral." the man said, taking them directly to the Bridge, discussing the ship as they went. On the Bridge, Prabhakar stood before Torek and asked the ships computer to record the transfer. 'Ready' Once the computer was ready he took a PADD off the center seat and began to read the order: "To. Captain Sahil Prabhakar, Commanding Officer USS Raven-C, Star Date 2402.1022 ... You are hereby requested and required to relinquish Command of your vessel to Fleet Admiral Carl Torek, Commanding Officer USS Raven-B as of this date. Signed, Vice-Admiral William F Moran, Starfleet Command ... Computer, transfer all Command Codes to Fleet Admiral Carl Torek. Voice authorisation, Prabhakar-Alpha-Three-Delta-One. 'Transfer complete. USS Raven-C now under command of Fleet Admiral Carl Torek' "I relieve you, Sir." Carl said. "I stand relieved." Prabhakar said, extending a hand, which Carl took ... Over the next two hours Prabhakar took Carl and his Staff on an extensive tour of their new vessel. In Engineering Calli grinnes as she watched Andae surreptitiously weighing up the idea Carl had mentioned before they came aboard, wondering if he could do what no other Engineer had done ... Change the layout of the Department. Personally, while not an Engineer, she couldn't see any issue in turning the pool table, just because it had always been orientated in one direction, didn't mean it couldn't go in another. she shrugged, knowing Andae was the renowned expert in his field, he would make it fit or make the most of what they had, she knew that as well as Carl did. Questions came thick and fast, from the inevitable 'To Do' list which Andae and his Officers would be looking at in great detail over the next month, to equipment lists, both required and surplus, to crew manifests, to if the ablutions worked as they should ... Needless to say the lists were extensive, and work would be carried out when they had left Starbase Forty Seven on their Maiden Mission. As they finished their tour, Prabhakar informed them that a dinner had been prepared to celebrate the handover, nothing fancy, just an informal meal before the transfer crew departed the ship. While Carl and everyone else were eager to get on and hunt down their prey, he knew this was somewhat of a tradition, and didn't want to insult the men and women that had brought the Raven-C here. On behalf of his Senior Staff, he gratefully accepted ..........
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Calli Valente
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Post by Calli Valente on Oct 24, 2016 22:03:53 GMT
Aboard USS Raven-C ::
During the meal they talked about the ship, but the topic soon turned to the catastrophe on the nearby Starbase ... With all but the four Senior Transit Crew departed to the orbital facility awaiting the arrival of the USS Constantinople so they could be taken back to the Utopia Planitia Fleet Yards, everyone was interested and concerned that something like this could happen within the Federation. Commander Jamet, the Transit Exec' asked about the prisoners and where they were being held, albeit in a roundabout way, but his query peeked Calli's interest and she turned to him:
"You have some interest in them, Commander ?" she asked casually.
"I'd like to get five minutes alone with them, if that's what you are referring to." Jamet replied easily, "While I'm sure the Intelligence Division are good at what they do, no disrespect intended, I just feel that in cases like this it needs, another approach to get what you need, Ma'am."
Calli smiled, knowing the Commander had referred to her by the appellation simply because he knew she was Intelligence herself, or it was his attempt as sarcasm. Either way, she wasn't rising to the bait.
"I remember watching some old, really old cinematic movie from the twentieth century ..." Carl said, breaking the sudden lull in conversation, "Remember Calli, it was one of those detective things Harry here seems to like. They got a 'suspect' in a cell and played the erm, 'Good Cop Bad Cop' game. So if I'm reading this right Commander, you're suggesting that while 'Intelligence' will get what information they can, you would put them in the category of 'Good Cop' whereas you would go in there as the 'Bad Cop' and dig everything we need out of them by whatever means necessary ?"
"I don't think that given the circumstances a little force should be ruled out Admiral." Jamet said, eyes locked on Torek's ...
After the Meal ::
Prabhakar and his Officers would remain on the Orbital Facility until their transport arrived, meanwhile, the Raven's Officers, Crew, and Civilian Personnel would begin to come aboard ... It would take a full day to 're-populate' the massive Star Ship, and in the meantime Carl had a task for Calli:
"What have Intel' got out of our guests so far ?"
"Nothing worth considering." Calli said.
"Get over there ..... Take Colonel Burwell with you. You're Intelligence so they will step aside if you drop the right name." he said, knowing full well he was perilously close to crossing that invisible line where he wanted something less than legal done while dropping the responsibility in someone else's lap, "I want to know what the hell a Human is doing connected to a terrorist attack on the Federation."
"Am I going over there as your Advisor, or ....."
"Whatever works Calli. We need information. The second we're crewed I intend going after whoever did this, and a little knowledge, as the saying goes, goes a long way." he said, smiling but making his intentions perfectly clear !
Orbital Facility - Holding Area ::
Calli and Lew Burwell, the Raven's Senior Marine Officer, entered the holding area. Two Intelligence Officers, along with someone from the Judge Advocate's Office, presumably here to represent, or prosecute, the Human along with the other two, were already speaking with the attackers ... Each had been placed in separate rooms since their incarceration, so had no means of conferring on their answers. She approached the Security Officer in charge:
"I need to speak with each of these in turn. I'll begin with the Human."
"I'm sorry, but ....." the man said, but Calli held up a hand, waving one of the Intel' Officers over, she leaned in and spoke quietly, then looked at the Security Officer.
"This Officer has full and complete authority in this and all matters concerning the events being investigated." the man said, taking a step back as Calli turned to the cell holding the Human activist. The force field dropped as she approached, then snapped back into existence once she and Burwell had entered. They stood against the cell wall looking down at the man who almost glared up at them.
"Ronan Kemp. Engineer. Born Mars. Moved to Delos III five years ago where you have a home and Family. Wife Kay, Childr ...."
"So you know who I am. Should I be impressed ?"
"You should be worried." the massive Marine said, leaning forward gripping the mans tunic and dragging him to his tip-toes.
"Your wife and Children have been taken into 'protective' custody, pending the outcome of our interviews." Calli informed Kemp, who tried and failed to look concerned, but he shrugged the news off, "They have no idea at this point as to why they have been taken away from their home, but that can change easily."
"If that is the extent of your threats then you might as well save yourself the effort." Kemp said, turning his head away, a futile action given Burwell simply changed position so the man was facing Calli once again.
"You need to know that we are about to be at war with the Terrellian Empire." Calli said to Kemp as the Marine lowered him non too gently into the only seat in the cell, "You, are about to be facing numerous charges, not least of which will be terrorism, murder, conspiring against the Federation, and countless others. You're not getting out of here you might as well accept that fact. How you act from here on in will determine your future, and that of your Family ... Your 'DNA' was found on the wreckage of the dome and in several other locations in and around the Docking Ring. It is beyond doubt that you either led or assisted in the devastation, so as the proverbial saying goes: 'the ball, is in your court' so to speak. Now, believe me, this is a one-off offer, talk to me."
"Have you spoken to her ? ..... My Wife ?" Kemp asked.
"No, she's with your Children. At this point they believe you have asked for them to be protected following a disputed agreement where you and your Family were threatened, but that can change." Burwell answered, receiving a grin for his comment from the prisoner. Lew looked at Calli realising they were getting nowhere fast. Calli agreed wondering how they could force Kemp's hand but Burwell took matters into his own hands, dragging Kemp to his feet and slamming a fist into his midriff. He dropped like a stone, bile splattering across the deck ..........
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Post by Andae Blakus on Oct 25, 2016 21:47:26 GMT
Marching back and forth in the new engineering he regarded with daggers for eyes the Galaxy class pool table. Fortunately the room was deserted or he would by now have found an engineer to shout at.
The console just wouldn't fit. He currently had it squared up against a wall pitched helplessly at an angle, having turned to Carl's suggestion of rotating the thing 90o. Of course he understood the point was 90 in the plane, however one end had to be connected to... Unfortunately - as he'd discovered - such an action would sever the circuitry leading from the console through the floor to the dilithium chamber's specialised console. He'd contemplated sawing extraneous material off the sides, aiming for those control interfaces no one used, but realised one such panel - despite its fourth-order redundancy - was a favourite of Lieutenant Tinsley's. Eventually he let out a muffled scream of frustration and had the pool table - which was pitched at 25o - beamed into space. He waited a few moments... No... no, it won't do.
He made his way through the deserted corridors to the shuttlebay, climbed aboard and cleared his transit with a non-existent LSO and exited the bay to home in on the pool table's coordinates. Bringing the ship to a halt a few metres away from the slowly rotating object, he walked to a hatch.
"Computer, open shuttle's starboard hatch," he directed.
~ Warning. Action will result in decompression of compartment. ~
"Yes, yes... I assume holodeck safeties are active." The hatch hissed open and he walked across velvety infinity, coming to a standstill wobbling slightly. Steadying himself he laid hands on the pool table in front of him and rotated it about, finding convenient handholds and pushing it towards the nearby star's corona. He watched it for 5 minutes tumbling away to nothing then sped the program up, asking the computer to give him vocal warning when it intersected with the corona - that's when it would be sure to be gone.
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Feeling immeasurably dissatisfied, he left the holodeck with a towel over his shoulder and traipsed his way down the passage to the lift, aiming for his quarters. Admittedly, requesting he could go to the holodeck as his first action after the staff meal was an odd one, though his fellow crewmembers if not Prabhakar and co must've understood he was up to something involving the pool table.
The door of the lift retracted. "Despite all that destruction, still no good, eh?" Milyanov stood inside with arms folded, waited for Andae's sour look and for him to drag himself into the lift, before ordering deck 16, the Raven-C's real engineering. They progressed through the vessel.
"You were in there?" Blakus asked after a while.
"Yes. Not at the start, from the moment you entered engineering. My arch was the other side of the warp core." He glanced at Blakus, "I did have a few simulations to run."
"Right..." They walked the corridor and stepped into engineering, finding it half full with engineers, most of them crew intended for the Raven-C, almost all of those being people who'd been aboard the Raven-B. "Remember to contact Commander Wedlerson about that supply of bio-neural gel packs, I'm off to antimatter containment."
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Post by Marionette on Oct 26, 2016 1:43:33 GMT
Marionette had since come out of her first and most major repair-surgery, and was was now able to walk around, pick up things, see more properly, and speak. Her new limbs were slightly longer than she was used to, and certainly not calibrated for her positronic bus speeds. Marionette had to effortfully walk, as if straining against imaginary rope lines which might snap backwards and sent her reeling. She had a standard voice module temporarily fitted, which while it did give her a more human-like voice, it also unfortunately gave her quite the adam's apple. The gynoid also had a trio of standard flashlight power cells temporarily fitted, giving her an active time of about 3 to 6 hours, along with panels and segments of plasti-gel padding, and a decent wig covering her head. The wig was a replicated black wig, styled in a forward-tilt sharp bob, which was again quite popular with Vulcan and Romulan women. Marionette also had a temporarily fitted Electric Blue Ocular Implant in her left eye, mounted onto a micro-camera, while her right eye retained her mirror-lensed visual processor node. This gave her an exotic and perhaps slightly disturbing, distinctly cyberpunk sort of gaze. Unfortunately, the Marine (now an impromptu medical) station, did not have the necessary replicator programs to provide her with duraplast panels, as they were held with the Raven-B (now destroyed). She made do with alot of white engine tape, and a patient's uniform in her usual size. She had no ear-coverings yet and left her ear-microphones exposed, and had filled in her missing eyebrows with a series of little black sticker dots over each eye, which along with the layer of white engine-tape skin, further contributed to her currently more cyberpunk appearance. ~ ~ ~ Some time later, She was transferred to the Raven C aboard a personnel shuttle, and insisted on actually walking aboard the Sovereign class vessel, much to the protestations of the medical officer escorting her, and the piqued interest of Maddox. She had initially tried to attempt walking onto the Raven C with no assistance, but the medical officer wouldn't have it, vehemently spouting protocols and procedures for the transferal of patients from one place to another. Maddox, impressively enough, suggested a compromise; let the gynoid walk with a cane, but still escorted to sickbay for the time being. They both accepted it. edit - <Snip ?>
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Post by Carl Torek on Oct 26, 2016 10:55:54 GMT
Following Morning ::
With the transit crew now departed, the Raven was all theirs ... Crew were still being ferried aboard ans getting settled into their new quarters, Deputy Department Heads had been run through their initial duties on the new ship and were now taking their Department Officers and Crew around, making sure everyone knew their roles. Command was still holding off allowing the Raven to depart but Carl wasn't too annoyed, they had things to do, and leaving Space-Dock unprepared was tantamount to stupidity ...
Having breakfast, Carl listened to his Daughters argue over who was having what and when. it was like this most mornings, and both he and Chloe knew it was a friendly rivalry and nothing serious. Calli had come over and was sat with them, grinning at Bethan as she seemingly out-witted her big Sister, although she suspected that Vanessa was secretly 'allowing' it. She mentioned the Gynoid in conversation, saying how she had commented on the fact that the arms provided were, in her words: 'too long' Bethen's head snapped around, all thoughts of interplay with her sister forgotten !
"MARIONETTE ! .... She's come back aboard ? .....can I go see her mummy, Pleeeeese !"
"Oh, I ..." Chloe began, but Carl could see she was struggling, not knowing the condition of the Android.
"We'll have to think about it Sweetheart." Carl said, seeing Bethan already forming her next reply, so he got in first, "Besides, you have school today."
"But we could, Mummy could take us after school. I want to see my friend Daddy, what's wrong with that ?" Bethan asked, blue eye piercing into Carl's ...
"There's nothing wrong with it Princess, nothing at all, but I haven't even seen her since she came aboard. I have no idea of her condition or the state of her, repairs, for want of a better word. It might upset you to see her how she is now, what about waiting until she's ready to return to duty, that way she'll be up and about and able to talk to you without getting you upset ?"
"I'm ten Daddy, I know I'm only a little girl, but I am grown up, at least more than some people, I know I will be OK seeing her. If she was injured you will make her better, but she needs a friend now, not to be locked away in a room all alone with no-one to talk to." Bethan said, glancing at Vanessa then Calli before returning her gaze to her Father, "What if it was Mummy, or Vanessa, or Calli, would you leave them all alone ?"
He looked at his little girl, not so little in her thoughtfulness, compassion, and sensibility, not to mention her obvious prowess at wrapping him around her little finger. He looked at Calli, then Chloe, and made a decision:
"OK, As long as Doctor Roach and Commander Maddox, the man looking after Marionette say it is OK for you to visit for a short while, then Mummy can take you. Vanessa, you can make your way back here and do your homework in peace." Bethan jumped off her chair and ran to Carl, leaping into his lap and hugging him tightly enough to almost cut off the blood flow to his head. finally she eased her grip and began making plans for her visit.
"We'll need flowers mummy, you 'ALWAYS' take flowers when someone is poorly." She was like a whirling dervish as she made plans, but Chloe finally persuaded her to calm down and get ready for school. While the girls were in their bedroom dressing, Carl opened a Comm to Sick-bay and spoke to Roach and Maddox. Satisfied that Marionette wasn't going to look like some half-dismantled ogre when Bethan arrived, he felt a little better about his decision ..........
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Post by Marionette on Oct 26, 2016 11:48:33 GMT
Marionette had finished recharging yet again, sitting in a chair near a corner to be within range of the power coupling that normally recharged the podium of medical tricorders. "Marionette, is that you ?" a voice asked. Marionette looked over to see Bethan Torek, her infrequently-seen younger friend and Carl's step-daughter. Remaining seated, as she was already at the child's level, she looked at Beth and spoke softly, in an almost weary tone. "Yes Bethan, it is Me." The younger girl nervously approached Cyberpunk Marionette, and gently poked at her taped-over face and hands "You look creepy right now, and your voice is different.... is it because you were hurt in the crash ?" "Yes, apparently i was aboard the Raven-B when it happened, but i do not remember it. I will .... become more fixed, as time passes." the gynoid said in an almost quiet confidence. "Are you gonna keep your new voice ? I think it sounds nicer." Bethan said "I have not decided yet. I agree, it does sound more .... Human. Perhaps i will keep a more human-like voice." Marionette said, with a side-nod and an almost-smile. Bethany smiled, very much recognizing her android friend under all of the damage and quick-fixes. "Oh, i almost forgot ! I brought you some flowers. They're made of silk and plastic, but i thought that you would like that, since real flowers wilt and rot, and you can't smell anyway."Chloe handed Bethan the flowers that she had been holding, who then handed them to Marionette who accepted them rather effortfully. She then gave the gynoid a hug "I'm glad that you didn't die, i would have missed you." before she let go and stepped back. Marionette considered the hug gesture, and then spoke "I also consider it fortunate that none of you were hurt in the unfortunate event."In the background, Bruce Maddox watched the scene play out with particular interest. He was utterly fascinated and impressed by the concept of Marionette being social, with a child, no less. After Bethan played afew rounds of slow paddy-cake with Marionette, Chloe reminded Beth that they had other things to do that day, and so after saying goodbye for now, they left the sickbay and went elsewhere. ~ ~ ~ "You .... Have friends ?" he blurted out in bemused disbelief as Marionette effortfully walked over to the metal vase, previously given to her aboard the Charles Babbage, and inserted Bethan's plastic flowers into it, adding to the other equally plastic flowers. "Yes, prior to the Destruction of the Raven B, i maintained 27 friendship relations outside of the Senior Bridge crew, in three to perhaps four distinct main circles of association, and spanning ages ranging from ..... " Marionette's memory failed her as to how old Bethan was. Apparently that segment of her memory banks had either been defragmented and wiped, or yet to be recompiled. "....Bethan's age, to notably advanced age. If i recall correctly, T'kara is quite venerable, and is due to retire to the Vulcan Science Academy as a professor in xeno-microbiology, following her starfleet experience aboard the Raven. She is also quite capable in Tri-chess, and Friday Night Liar's Dice." she said, with a touch of almost-admiration for a rival. "Friday Night Liar's Dice ?" Maddox repeated, becoming ever-increasingly fascinated. "Yes, it is similar to Poker and Blackjack, but uses a number of six-sided dice, and a cup to both roll the dice and obscure the results." Bruce nodded, mentally noting that she seemed to have a rivalrous admiration for the aforementioned older Vulcan. Maddox was fascinated with how Marionette, like Data before her, seemed to run back and forth from being distinctly robotic, to being almost more human than human, with a particularly odd twist of child-like-ness.
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Post by Carl Torek on Oct 26, 2016 21:32:45 GMT
16:00 hrs - Bridge ::The frustration was building exponentially the longer they were delayed in leaving. Carl knew it was beginning to get to everyone now that they had been assigned quarters and had new duty shifts. Standing he headed for his Ready Room ... Once alone he opened a Comm to Admiral Sato Tetsutaro, Head of Starfleet Intelligence, asking when they could leave as every moment they waited put distance between the Raven and her Prey ... Five minutes later he re-entered the Bridge: "Harry ... Contact all Senior Staff. I want them in the Conference Room in thirty minutes ... Commander Marionette may be confined to Sick-bay. Ask the Doctor if she is able to attend, if not set up a direct link ... I'll be back in fifteen minutes, you the have the Conn." he left the Bridge immediately, he needed to speak to Chloe .......... OK everyone. I think we're done with the Shore Leave I am going to continue this on the new mission thread feel free to continue anything you already have going while we're en-route
Let's have a good one as usual Guys n Gals
Regards
Carl Torek
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