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Elena de Luca
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Post by Elena de Luca on Nov 20, 2017 1:32:30 GMT
Office of Admiral Sato Tetsutaro Head of Intelligence :: "....... and we are certain that the tumour was intentionally induced ?" Carl was asking. "Yes, there is no doubt." The 'base Medical Officer confirmed, "Had he not had a lucky early reaction we would never have known, and the Admiral would have di ..." "Lucky !" Elena spat. "Indeed." the Doctor said, raising her eyebrows as if it was obvious. "Who else knows ?" she asked, glaring at the Doctor. "Everyone in this room ...." Gheskori replied, "Plus those involved, clearly." "Have we any leads ?" David Tan asked. "Nothing substantial, rumours, chatter, but nothing we can put a firm finger on, and no leads as to who may have been involved." the Security Chief of the Starbase admitted reluctantly, "Which is why you are here." "I'm assuming you have rounded up the usual malcontents, questioned them ?" de Luca commented, "I think we should sta ....." "We haven't detained anyone at this point in time." the man informed the room. Elena threw up her arms in obvious frustration, pacing back and forth behind Tetsutaro who was sat at his desk seemingly in deep contemplation. "I would like all the medical information sent to my Chief Medical Officer on the Raven." Carl said. "I don't see the point in that." the base Security Chief said, instantly regretting his comment. Thankfully no-one chose to point out the glaringly obvious to the man. That being the Ravens' CMO might have more luck than the Starbase' Medical Teams. "I'm assuming the Admiral's quarters and this office have been thoroughly checked, and subsequently cleared ?" Calli Valente asked. The Security Officer confirmed that it had indeed been done. "What about the pathogen itself, do you have any information at all Doctor ?" Carl asked, eyes already scanning the relevant PADD containing the Medical information, such as it was. "Nothing definitive. We have yet to identify the delivery system. We did find minute anomalies within the cells of the brain and the tumour itself." she explained moving to the large viewscreen on the wall before calling up the information she needed, There, in the brain, almost invisible but there nonetheless. A minor anomaly in the histidine amino acid chain, the HO-O-NH2-N-NH to be precise. But again, how this was achieved without extensive protein restructuring is frankly beyond my level of expertise, and I suspect your Chief Medical Officers' too, Admiral." the Doctor finished pointedly. "OK, well all that went right over my head." Tan said with a grin, "Any chance of breaking it down into something us laymen can understand ?" The pathogen targeted a very specific part of the brain, on a microscopic level, something called a multi-polar neuron. These neurons were attacked by altering the mitochondrion through the cell wall, effectively killing what is known as the golgi apparatus in the process. A side effect I assume given it made no difference to the outcome." "That's your simple version ?" Tan said. Someone effectively put virulent cancer cells directly into the Admirals brain. Is that simple enough ?" "Well, you could have said that in the first place." David said with a shrug. "We are getting too deep into the mechanism Ladies and Gentlemen." Carl said quietly, continuing when everyone had fallen silent, "This could be the prelude to further attacks on the Command structure. We need to know who, and stop them." "So where do we start ?" Elena asked, looking at Gheskori and Tetsutaro ..........
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David Tan
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Post by David Tan on Nov 20, 2017 2:08:45 GMT
Secure Conference Room Level Ten :: David Tan, looked around the room. Every surviving Flag Officer, apart from the Section Admiral, who was overseeing the meeting via an encrypted Comm link from the USS Enzio, along with ships Captains, regardless of their having a ship to Captain, were gathered in the room. At Admiral Tetsutaro's request, Intelligence had been allowed to run the briefing ... He looked at Carl, his long term friend, and to Savot, the Second and Third in Command respectively, both clear, viable, targets should there be another assassination attempt, similar to the one on Admiral Tetsutaro. He took a moment then began: "At last count we've had something in the region of thirty groups of 'unhappy customers' so to speak." David said, getting out of his chair to look out of the large window. "Yes, but the majority of those were not so much malcontents but people who rightly or wrongly, were frustrated with the situation they had found themselves in and were gravitating to like-minded people. Hardly traitorous." Elena commented. "Who the hell knows what these people can get their hands of if their minds are set to it." he said, the frustration clear in his voice. "David, if 'we' have not got the technology to produce the pathogen, then it's odd on that some tatty group of people on the lower Levels have." Iorte Clancy said sympathetically. "That's just it though isn't it ......" Tan said, not allowing his anger to fade, "You just said 'Is we do not have' ..... So if we don't have it who does, the Romulans, Klingon's, Cardassians, Santa bloody clause !" "Look. We 'know' that whatever caused the Admiral's tumour was manufactured, which by definition means that 'someone' has the ability to make it. Was that someone a disillusioned member of the Federation, possibly someone in Medical or Scientific Research. If it was one of the Federation Members, we need to look at who would have most to gain, but one thing with that hypothesis bothers me ....." Elena said, frowning as she got her thoughts in order before continuing, "If, and it's one 'HELL' of an if, the question that springs to mind is how did the technology arrive on Starbase Forty Seven, there are numerous options here, and some I would much like to dismiss but one clear point is that if this pathogen was being developed prior to the disaster, why bother deploying it now, surely whomever brought it into being had a much grander plan in mind, possibly the downfall of the Federation itself, but out here ? ....." Everyone was silently contemplating what she had said, and the possible ramifications had they still been home. While not strictly Intelligence, Captain Fran Komin, and Commander Milo Van, both of the USS El Alamein, the ship assigned to Intel, had been asked to attend the meeting. Komin voiced something that might have been on everyone's mind: "What if it wasn't developed at home ?" "You have something in mind Captain ?" Elena asked. "No ... Not really, just a train of thought given what I've heard thus far ... We are all assuming that this 'pathogen' or whatever it is, was already in production, or at least the early stages of development, before the nebula exploded. Either on this Starbase or if not duplicated here. Which to me indicates they had someone higher, with all due respect to Admiral Tetsutaro, in mind, though he could have been the test subject I suppose, if it was confirmed he'd died of a sudden tumour no-one would have looked past the autopsy report would they, leaving the protagonists open to go after their real targets ... The Head of Starfleet Intelligence can be replaced, not easily by any means, but certainly easier than say Fleet Admiral Torek, or Section Admiral Gheskori himself ... I'm just finding it a little difficult to believe that whoever was developing the pathogen lost their proverbial window of opportunity when we were flung away, and have decided to take their frustration out on the Admiral, when it can't matter in the scheme of things." she finished, shrugging. "So you believe that Admiral Tetsutaro wasn't the target but a test ?" Captain Nia Lemond, Sato's Adjutant asked. "No, no ... If anything, he was an unfortunate guinea pig." David Tan said, seeing the worry on her face. "Either way, whoever subjected the Admiral to the pathogen is on board this Starbase." Commander Van announced. He had stated the obvious, but it didn't stop the collective shivers from passing down the spines of those present. "If I may ..." Commodore Uassin, unfortunately caught up in the disaster when passing through on a Diplomatic errand asked, receiving a nod from Admiral Torek, "You believe the medium used could be from elsewhere ?" "I do not believe anyone here has stated that, Commodore." Tetsutaro said quietly. Uassin nodded and retook his seat,"That is not to say the possibility, however unlikely, can be ruled out completely, can it not." "Do we think it prudent to assign Security Personnel to all Flag-ranked Officers until such time as this issue can be resolved to our satisfaction ?" Ussin asked the room. "It is something we need to consider, yes." Tan said, looking at Sato who remained as expressionless as ever, "With the Enzio out, we can assume the Section Admiral is relatively safe. Commodore Savot may be taking the El Salvador out soon, if that is the case we will need to do a full sweep of the ship and crew before departure." he looked at Savot who nodded. "OK, Ladies and Gentlemen, you have everything we have, I open the discussion to the room." Sato Tetsutaro said ..........
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Calli Valente
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Post by Calli Valente on Nov 20, 2017 23:53:19 GMT
USS Raven-C Bridge ::
"So we're looking at a month .... A month !" Calli said, grinning.
"Yes, a month." Harry Wedlerson replied with a wry grin of obvious satisfaction.
"But you said, we could play again so I could get some of my losses back." she said, a little annoyed that she had lost so much of her holodeck time to what she now perceived as little more than of those those twentieth century card sharks. There was no way Harry had beaten her so heavily, she was nothing short of excellent where Texas Hold-em was concerned, which made the loss even more annoying, "I've asked Sean to join us tonight, to keep a wary eye on, proceedings."
"More the merrier." Harry replied.
"You have to admit ... You 'did' have one hell of a lucky streak towards the end of the night." Doctor Roach said to Wedlerson before turning her attention to Calli, "... and you ... I told you not to start betting with your holodeck time."
"I had three tens ... Three ...... TENS ! ... there should have been no way he could have beaten me." Calli said, waving her hand as if dismissing the conversation. She turned to Lysia T'Seng, who was hovering over one of the Starbase technicians as he worked on the Tactical Station One, "You'll back me up Lysia, won't you ?"
"What ?" the Tactical Officer said, eyes locked on what the technician was doing, "Yes, no problem."
The debate about the poker night went on for another hour in one form or another until Calli's shift ended ......
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She had been back to her quarters and was heading for the ships gymnasium, the real one, not one on the holodeck when she came upon three people ..... She had walked past them before something made her slow, then retrace her steps. She could see they were working at one of the conduits opposite the Jeffries Tube and were doing anything but actually working. Rather than confront the three she ignored them and entered a random Junior Officers' quarters. The woman, clearly in the midst of changing out of her uniform, was startled but Calli held up a hand to her lips and the Lieutenant understood.
She tapped her Comm badge quickly:
=^= Commander Valente to Commander T'Seng =^=
=^= T'Seng .. What can I do for you Commander ? =^=
=^= I need you to meet me in .. .. =^= she turned to the woman who gave her name, =^= Lieutenant Davies' quarters .. .. It might be nothing but I'd prefer to be sure =^=
=^= On my way =^= T'Seng replied before closing the Commm.
"Sooo, what's the problem ?" Lysia said, her eyes flicking from Calli to the dismayed Lieutenant and back again.
"Did you pass the three technicians on your way here ?" Calli asked, Lysia confirmed she had, "Anything strike you as, odd, about them ?"
"Well .... They were working on the ...." Lysia began, then hesitated, she knew work was scheduled in Officer country, but for the life of her couldn't recall if it was in this section, "I think I should go find out exactly what they are up to." she said, striding for the door, but Calli intercepted her:
"Hold on." she said, tapping her Comm badge again.
=^= Valente to Wedlerson .. .. =^=
=^= You are not getting your allowance back =^=
=^= I will harry .. But for the moment I need your undivided attention .. There are three technicians working outside the quarters I am currently stood in .. Can you find out who they are and what they were assigned to do ? =^=
=^= Something wrong ? =^= Wedlerson asked, instantly serious.
=^= Might be nothing =^=
She sat down near the door, the young Lieutenant still stood in the middle of the room sporting a towel and little else. Lysia told her to go dress, mainly to get her out of the way. The Comm chirped to life:
=^= Commander .. According to duty rosters and work assignments everyone is accounted for and are where they are supposed to be .. The three you passed are not on the list =^=
=^= Seal off this Deck =^= she ordered ..........
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Carl Torek
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Post by Carl Torek on Nov 23, 2017 20:55:16 GMT
SD: 2403.01.1123 - 20:15 hrs :: The meeting was still going on when Carl was called away ... He made his way down to the Alpha Promenade Upper Level where O'Tooles was located ... "Problems Sean ?" he asked the owner of the establishment, Sean in turn picked up a bottle and two glasses before casually moving him over to a quiet booth. He poured a couple of drinks then leaned forward. "I have been hearing some rumours Carl mi'boy." "Oh ?" Torek said, trying not to grin at Sean's attempt at secrecy. "You know how people are, second hand news, gossip, grapevine chatter .... But a couple of people are beginning to give me the shivers Carl. I actually had to throw two of them out last evening as they were trying to drum up support for their stupid cause. They seem to think that those in charge are doing little or nothing to get us back home. Several people, including non-Starfleet as it happens, tried to point out the simple fact that it's impossible, but they wasn't having it. Stood on my bloody table no less, that was the final straw, I turfed them right out the door matey." "We are always going to get people who are unhappy with their, our, situation Sean." Carl said, enjoying the smooth liquid as it passed down his throat, "It's not the first time you've had them in here, and I doubt it's going to be the last. I'd suggest you contact Security if they reappear, can't hurt to pull them in for a little chat." "Will do, will do." Sean said, then hesitated, Carl waited, "Mind if I ask ya something Carl, oh, feel free to say you can't be answering me if it's confidential of the like." Again Carl waited, knowing Sean had something he wanted to say. "During their disruptions, one of them said something. I didn't take much notice at the time, but afterwards, I got to thinking ... Some claptrap about those at the top 'not being out of reach' and not having things all their own way. Might be nothing of course, it just seemed a strange thing to say." he shrugged. "Like I said Sean. These malcontents will say anything to stir up the crowd." Carl said, trying to make the comment casual, "You'll have surveillance footage of these guys. Send it to Calli on the Raven." "How's that Admiral, Sato, I hear the was taken ill. Going to be alright though ?" Sean asked. "He's recovering, yes. Nothing to worry about, he's getting on and the stress of what's happened to us might have taken it's toll on him. He's getting back to work, light duties only for the time being ... Why do you ask ?" "Oh, no reason, he's popped in here on occasion, I just heard he'd taken ill." "You think these guys yesterday were hinting at something connected with Admiral Tetsutaro's situation ?" Carl asked, suddenly serious. "Nah, doubt it, like I said, they only got my attention when they began to disrupt the other customers. I asked them to keep it down, they didn't, I threw them onto the Promenade." Sean shrugged. "I'll go in the back room and review the log, maybe I can pick up on something." Carl said, getting up with Sean following suit. As they passed the bar a woman turned to follow their progress then spoke quietly into what mush have been a concealed comm. Once Torek and the bar owner were out of sight she ordered another drink and sat back appearing to appreciate the music and atmosphere. After a moment a man entered, making his way directly to her table before dropping into one of the empty seats. They spoke for a moment then he too ordered a drink. To anyone observing, they looked like any other couple enjoying an evening together ..........
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Andae Blakus
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Post by Andae Blakus on Nov 23, 2017 21:10:41 GMT
A distant siren blared in Blakus's consciousness, and for a moment he couldn't discern whether it was a mere mental object or if something had actually sounded about him, through the ship and its behemoth metallic chassis, the ghost in the machine insinuating itself about its bones. He realised at last it was emanating from the master console - small pool table - just before him.
"Taylor, check on that, is that the officers' decks?"
"Affirmative, Andae." He brought up a schematic of the ship - a miniature of the 3x2 metre display on the wall to his right - on the panel, rotated it to port side-on view and zoomed on the upper decks - one thin strip of a deck was glowing red like a long-lived variable star. It appeared the deck had been locked down, sealed such that no one may pass in or out.
"Computer, who gave the order to seal off that deck?" he enquired, looking about him and passing towards the empty space where the warp core would - hopefully - soon be (a month or less now).
~Commander Calli Valente~ the computer responded.
Milyanov was on base, the two officers Blakus and Milyanov having switched while the official assistant utilised his specialty in warp bubble photodynamics to liaise with likeminded engineers and scientists in the Starbase Dome, leaving Blakus - in the absence of an officer of requisite, in his eyes, seniority - to run the department, thereby taking time away from his role as Executive Officer (he'd been adamant in the decision to come down here, perhaps owing to his keenness to keep in touch with the department, even if it could be argued the crew could relax regimental discipline now they were moored to their last and only haven in this unknown foreboding region). Thus, Andae was overseeing the repairs to the main PTC's adapter, a task made especially difficult considering they weren't yet sure what the complementary adapter would exactly look like (its final shape still being decided upon by a notable reaction chamber designer who'd been swept up in the catastrophe with the rest of them) - thus the concept, which they might hold in their mind, of the exact mechanism of joining's final form was continuously subject to change.
He and Taylor asked further questions of the computer; it emerged that three supposed technicians had been working around the officers' decks for the past day, specifically - according to diachronic logs of biosigns detected by the central computer - since the early hours of this morning (as it happened, shortly before Blakus had returned from O'Toole's on the Starbase). All base technicians and the Raven's own repair staff were accounted for; these three did not appear on the list.
=/\=Commander Blakus to bridge and to Commander Valente. Commander, and tactical, I've updated myself down here on the intruders -=/\= a harsh term, perhaps, he thought, but it was technically the truth =/\=- ... My recommendation would be that we remove them from the vessel, forcibly if need be until we can discern their purposes here one way or the other. It could merely be the result of a mishap in the writing of the last repair and maintenance rota.=/\=
He was informed that measures to remove the techs were already in place; the deck had been locked down, the engineers, at first playing standing stock-still, had bolted and scattered in three directions throughout the deck; they were managing to countermand all remote commands to lock down sections and were breaking through forcefields, but the routes they were taking were leading them towards dead ends.
<Tag Calli>
A voice in his head, deep, resonant, echoing in infinite chambers, To resurrection, regeneration... You missed that person in the bar... You recalled that person, or tried... And now this triad. Why don't you make the connection?! Not on the roster, these folks, Blakus thought... Like the voice in his mind, perhaps not on any Fed roster anywhere?
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Calli Valente
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Post by Calli Valente on Nov 24, 2017 0:25:03 GMT
Deck Four - USS Raven-C :: Calli had made her way to Deck Four and the quarters were Lysia T'Seng, Acting Security Chief, was holed up ... "We are trying to confine their movements but they seem to be getting through any force-fields we erect." "What about our people, have we evacuated the Deck ?" Lysia asked, taking the offered phaser from Valente. "There's no-one on this side of the ship on this Deck, but they are moving around the saucer, we tried to get people ahead of them but they somehow missed the three." the comm chirped to life: =^= Commander Blakus to Bridge and to Commander Valente .. Commander and tactical .. I've updated myself down here on the intruders .. .. My recommendation would be that we remove them from the vessel .. Forcibly if need be until we can discern their purposes here one way or the other .. It could merely be the result of a mishap in the writing of the last repair and maintenance rota =^= =^= Commander T'Seng is with me Andae .. She has already set up teams to track the three down but they are avoiding capture .. Which only makes it look less likely they are simple administration errors =^= Calli replied. =^= Understood =^= Blakus replied in turn. =^= Commander .. It's clear that they have the ability to get through or around our blocks .. If they make it to any of the walkways they will be gone =^= =^= According to the force-fields being deactivated hey are moving inwards at this point =^= Blakus informed them as they walked along the corridor. =^= That could be a delaying tactic .. .. .. If they know we are looking for them and are able to surpass our security systems they could move us away from the outer corridors then make a run for it =^= Lysia said. =^= She's right Andae =^= Calli agreed. =^= Commander .. Have transporters taken off-line and power severed .. Also .. I would suggest we disengage the walkways from the ship .. If they do make it to the hull there will be nowhere to go =^= =^= I'll see to it =^= Andae said. Calli and Lysia, with four Security Officers were opening each of the quarters as they reached them, then sealed the door before leaving so the intruders couldn't simply back-track and hide in a location that had already been searched. Calli voiced her concern that the three had already been able to get off Deck Four and were running on another Deck. Locking the ship down and effectively separating it from any physical contact with the Dock limited their options, if the Transporter Chief had done his job the transporters were nothing more than idle and inert tech that the intruders couldn't make use of. If the umbilicus had been retracted then short of stepping out of an airlock in an EVA suit, they were going nowhere. It was only a matter of time before they were apprehended. "Air locks !" Lysia said suddenly, realisation dawning and making everyone stop in their tracks. She smacked her comm badge and spoke urgently: =^= T'Seng to Security .. Get all available Officers to the air-locks .. .. NOW .. .. No-one leaves the ship in a suit .. Understood ! =^= she turned to see Calli and her Security Officers looking at her. "No point in leaving a door open." she said with a shrug before continuing along the corridor. They continued the room to room search but to no avail. They had traversed almost the full circumference and still no sign of the intruders ... Something was drastically wrong here, there was no way the three could have got off the ship, no way they could have moved to another Deck, hopefully. So where the hell where they ! "Is there any way we could have missed them ?" Calli asked, the frustration in her voice obvious. "The Bridge have been using internal sensors to track our progress, but it looks like their bio-signs have been masked, even if only sporadically. They showed up less than fifty meters ahead of us then vanished. We assumed they had gone into a room and somehow disguised their bio-signs, but ..... At this point there are a total of seventeen people on this Deck. The six of us here, two teams of four approximately one third of the circumference ahead and behind us, which leaves the three intruders. T'Seng tapped her comm badge again: =^= Bridge .. T'seng .. Isolate our signatures from the three we are looking for =^= =^= Sorry Commander but the signatures are bouncing around the Deck like proverbial pin=pong balls in a barrel .. I only know where you are because we have a lock on your comm badge but the second you end the comm it too starts bouncing around the Deck =^= Wedlerson informed her as he glanced at the Exec'. "Commander ...." Harry said, "I have an idea, a little radical but it may help narrow the search. I think we should patch Commander Valente and Commander T'Seng in ?" Andae nodded and Harry opened the comm: "Do tell." Blakus said nodding. =^= Commanders .. We know the intruders are on Deck Four .. .. All turbo-shafts are sealed the lifts deactivated with Security on the Decks above and below .. Jeffries Tubes are also physically manned so no out for them there .. What if as they search a section of the Deck we erect force-fields and extract the air ? .. If the only way to restore atmosphere is with your access code then they can't get into a section in vacuum .. We do this around the Deck until they are effectively herded into one individual section =^= =^= .. .. and then ? =^= Blakus asked. =^= We simply transport whoever is in that section .. To the Brig ? =^= Wedlerson suggested. There was a moment of quiet then Lysia responded. =^= Lets go one better on that .. We have just cleared section 'C' .. .. Can you raise bulkhead force-fields at every section divider around the full Deck Level Harry ? =^= There was a moments' delay then Wedlerson replied in the affirmative, =^= OK .. .. Raise the fields and reduce atmosphere to say fifteen percent in section 'C' .. Do likewise for section 'K' .. .. We are in section 'D' now .. Once we move into section 'E' we can reduce the atmospheric levels in 'D' and it's opposing section on the other side of the saucer .. So 'C' and 'K' .. 'D' and 'L' .. So on and so on as we move around the circumference .. Understood ? =^= =^= Yes .. But .. .. =^= =^= It just cuts our search time in half Commander =^= Lysia reassured the Operations Chief. =^= Erm .. What if the intruders happen to be in one of the oxygen depriv .. .. .. =^= =^= Then I am pretty certain they will be getting in touch in short order Harry .. Unless they have the ability to exist in vacuum .. And before you object Harry we won't be voiding the sections .. Just making it difficult for those present =^= Calli said with a wry grin towards Lysia, who was admittedly suitably impressed. If the intruders breathed an oxygen atmosphere, then the sudden lack thereof would dictate their actions. Someone concentrating on breathing may be less likely to look at causing more harm to those around them. Behind them, the force-field suddenly began to emit a red hue, signifying that beyond the shield was down to fifteen percent atmosphere. A condition only the ships' Executive Officer could modify ... They began their second circumnavigation of Deck Four ..........
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Post by Savot on Nov 27, 2017 23:15:44 GMT
[El Salvador: Ready Room]
Savot was reviewing warp tug schematics when the chime of the Ready Room door sounded softly, "Enter", the vulcan spoke, initiating the opening woosh of the doors to reveal whom Savot recognized from his personnel file as the El Salvador's new Chief Tactical & Security Officer, Jon Park, "Welcome aboard the El Salvador, Commander Park. Please sit if you so desire." He gestured to the open chair on the opposite side of his desk before resuming his own seat, having stood out of respect when his new officer entered. "Your experience is a welcome addition to the crew following the loss of much of our senior staff; though the cadet Acting-Officers have been performing extremely well under the circumstances. I would prefer to allow you more time to settle in; however, a situation has arisen that requires as much expediency of follow-through as we can bring to bear. I will hold a comprehensive briefing in 3 standard hours but an overview of what we know thus far is on this padd."
Savot handed Park the padd he'd been collating data on before the CTSO arrived, and Savot spoke the highlights as he gave Park time to review what little data had been confirmed to-date, "A pair of Warp Tugs have been illegally seized by a group of unknown numbers, hypothesized to be primarily Bajoran, of which the only confirmed identity we're aware of is that of Kret Nomal whose own vessel was destroyed in the Betreka Nebula explosion. Due to this it's believed the seizure of the Warp Tugs is considered fair compensation by Mr. Kret, though fear at Starbase 47's current situation and unfamiliar location are potentially equal factors behind his motivations. They're believed to have departed at the same time a tug was dispatched to tow the Raven back here following the loss of her warp core, and the other Tugs used that opportunity to leave in the confusion and weren't missed until 11 hours ago. Based on their last confirmed presence within the station we estimate their advance lead to be approximately 43 hours. Both for their own safety and the return of stolen material, the El Salvador will attempt pursuit and retrieval of the Tugs and their occupants for safe return to Starbase 47."
"The proximity of the Dark Matter nebula has distorted any potential remains of their warp trail in this location though it is my belief that as we distance ourselves from the nebula sensors should have a higher likelihood of picking something up that we can follow. I'm working on collating all relevant data on their potential course or courses and will present it to everyone at the briefing. Commander Irae is attempting to narrow down a probable number and identity of those who accompanied Mr. Kret, coordinating with the station's medical staff as they have been conducting ongoing census reports of the numbers and identities of survivors from the explosion and ensuing chaos. I would like you to access station records of Kret's former vessel including crew compliment and abilities; the better we know our quarry's skillsets the more prepared we'll be to estimate their course of action thus far and what we might expect in the event of a confrontation. Anything you can find regarding the technical specifications of his former vessel would help as well; we can compare their components and systems to those we know to be present in our Warp Tugs and discern if any potential 'learning curve' obstacles might be working in our favor, or if the systems are similar we'll know if expertise and familiarity may give them an edge. Do you have any questions before beginning your research, Commander?", the vulcan captain inquired.
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The Commodore nodded firmly, rising to accompany Park to the door of the Ready Room that whooshed open again at his approach. Having anticipated the completion of the meeting, a Gorn security member was standing at parade rest outside the room, and Savot gestured toward him with his right arm introducing him to Park, "Commander Jon Park, this is Chief Petty Officer Zakryn who has been heading our Tac/Sec department in the absence of a commissioned officer. He will provide any assistance you should require. I shall see you in 2 hours, 53 minutes, Commander."
The large, tail-less, Gorn briefly came to attention, giving a nod of his scaled dark green head in greeting to Park, "Boss", he said respectfully. He tended to be a bit on the casual side when it came to interpersonal interaction, but did his job with seemingly inexhaustible seriousness and could bring that to bear in his exchanges with superior officers if need be.
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Savot nodded to both men, tapping his commbadge as he stood in the Ready Room doorway, =^=Commander Irae, report to the Ready Room at your earliest convenience, Bridge out.=^= The doors whooshed closed behind the captain, and he returned to his desk to prepare another datapadd with all the required material Deis would need to research her portion of the briefing data before they all convened in slightly less than 3 hours.
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David Tan
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Post by David Tan on Dec 5, 2017 20:22:04 GMT
He had been passing through the observation area where the Raven, the El Salvador, and the other remaining vessels could be seen through the panoramic windows when he heard someone shouting. Turning in the direction of the noise he waited. "What's going on ?" he asked one of the two Security Officers apparently restraining a third person between them. "We are taking this man to secure area Sir. He was trying to enter the El Salvador but has no identification." the first Officer informed Tan. "I have 'TOLD' these two that I arrived on the Starbase the day of the disaster. I was supposed to be picking up all my clearances from Command when all hell broke loose. Everything I had was in my packs which have yet to be found. My name is Javad Keer." "You've done a retinal scan I assume ?" Tan asked, eyes still on the nervous technician. "Yes Sir ... Nothing, he isn't in any database we have." "You 'have' tried Civilian registers I assume ?" Tan asked the Security Officer, who looked sheepish before releasing the mans arm before moving to one of the terminals scattered throughout the Deck, "Well ?" David asked keer, who would have shrugged had he not been restrained. "I was part of a design team working for the Grynex Corporate on Earth. They were cutting back and I had been looking for alternate employment. Starfleet seemed to be a viable option. I made enquiries and was approved pending clearances, which I was told would be forthcoming. I was contacted two days later by someone from Personnel, they informed me that I had been approved and given my extensive experience, I would hold the rank of Master Chief, thus the rank insignia ..." he tried to move his arm but the remaining Security Officer doubled his grip. Tan instructed he let the man go given he wasn't going anywhere, then asked the man to continue, "The rank is commensurate with my experience obviously." "Why were you trying to board the El Salvador ?" "I was assigned to oversee phaser upgrades on the Raven, but as you can see, they are having some issues, so I decided to check the teams still on El Sal prior to her departure." "What do you know about the Raven's supposed issues ?" Tan asked, his eyes narrowing. "Like I said, I was supposed to be overseeing the installation of the upgraded dorsal phaser array's. The assignment information will be in the duty records, if you want to check of course." "Wait here." David said, moving over to where the first Officer was patiently waiting. He pointed to the screen as Tan approached then began to read the report ... Part way down he found Javad Keer. There were several points that stood out: - Javad Eson Keer
- Deputy Chief Research Engineer - Grynex Corperate
- Known affiliations to radical groups both on and off-world
- Left Earth before being questioned regarding possible sabotage acts
- Application to Starfleet as Civilian Engineer ***** Denied *****
"Hmm, I wonder if he knows we could have this information." Tan mused. "I doubt it. He may have thought his luck couldn't have been better when we were flung out here." the Security Officer replied. "This information about the Grynex Corporate, and their continued objections to the Federations expansion, is there any possibility that they were up here for other reasons I wonder." Tan said, thinking aloud as his eyes shifted to the USS Raven, still completely disconnected from the Starbase while the search for the intruders continued. Something suddenly shot into his mind. He stepped off to the side, slapping his Comm badge as he did so: =^= Commander Tan to Raven .. .. =^= =^= USS Raven Bridge .. Commander Wedlerson =^= =^= Patch me through to Commander Valente and secure the channel =^= a second later he heard the tell-tale click and Calli spoke: =^= David .. Long time =^= =^= Calli .. Are you still looking for the intruders ? =^= =^= Yes .. Why ? =^= =^= Security on the dock are holding a Chief Engineer .. He was supposed to be coming aboard the Raven to do some work on the phasers .. It is possible he is connected with your intruders =^= =^= Understood .. We almost have them now .. I'll get back to you =^= =^= I'm having Command transport me aboard .. Just in case .. Tan out =^= Aboard USS Raven-C :: Calli and the Security teams were making progress, albeit slowly ..... As yet they had not come across any of the intruders, and with only six sections of the saucer still holding normal atmosphere, it was 'hopefully' only a matter of time before they were either discovered and gave themselves up, or found themselves struggling to breathe. Either way, they would be in the ships Brig in due course. She contacted the Bridge, asking Harry Wedlerson to reduce the atmosphere in the section they had just searched and vacated. She was watching the force-field turn to the tell-tale red hue signifying low or no atmosphere beyond when the man beside her fell to the floor, a phaser burn in the middle of his back. She spun, simultaneously dropping to one knee and firing along the corridor. One of the Security team pulled the fallen man into the doorway of someones quarters, quickly placing fingers against the mans carotid artery in his neck. After afew seconds he looked up silently shaking his head. It confirmed two things instantly: They had phasers ! Those phasers were set at maximum !"Where the hell did they get those ?" a Lieutenant close to Calli asked. Needless to say, she didn't answer ! ..........
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Deis Irae
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Post by Deis Irae on Dec 7, 2017 2:05:07 GMT
(For Jon, rather backposty) ::The little woman waiting at the umbilicus would be unmistakable. Commander Irae had had something of a reputation, some good, and some inexplicable. She had been the captain of the previous El Salvador and yet today, she serves as first officer of this one. Curious. She had been one of the most respected Doctors of her class...and apparently still might be considering she is wearing a labcoat that she had forgotten to take off when she left to meet up here. But these days, we all seem to be performing various duties. Considering all the death and destruction that had happened upon "arrival", officers of multiple skill and adaptability were more important than ever.::
::Once He steps inside, the smallish and petite, Deis Irae offers a shake of the hand, albeit a gentle one as this mans arm had been recently broken. Then she is motioning for him to walk with her::
"Good t meet ye, Commander Park. Glad t 'ave ye aboard. Tactical is fine actually, ye may 'ave us confused wi another ship. Weve been monitorin th nebula so 'avent taken further damage since th...well since th arrival. Yer receivin a fully operational tac station. 'Eres yer quarters. Have a kip, replicate a few uniforms, settle in. Im sure Capn Savot will speak wi ye soon. ::Stopping once in the residential areas and dropping the new officer off at his new quarters, going on her merry dutiful way::
::Its only about 15 minutes later that Deis is stepping off the turbolift and onto the bridge, so he would hear the chirp from her commbadge and the reverberation of his own voice. And see the little grin as she taps acknowledgement and strides directly his way:: Timin, Capn...you 'ave it." ::Stepping inside the readyroom with the door wooshing closed on their heels::
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Post by Gheskori on Dec 8, 2017 18:17:10 GMT
Ready room, USS Enzio... & Conference room, Starbase 47...
It was true Ghes felt a fair amount more secure on his ship - perhaps he could notify the base of an extension to his recon? Given the nature of what was transpiring on the base, though, and in spite of the danger in returning, he might turn his thoughts to a potential early curtailing of the Enzio's mission; however they were rapidly approaching a potential first contact.
"OK, Ladies and Gentlemen, you have everything we have, I open the discussion to the room." Sato Tetsutaro said
The Denobulan's hands trembled very slightly as he rested them on his personal terminal in the Enzio's ready room. With each hand in turn he put a stop to the tremor, refocussing on the terminal screen that showed the view of the Starbase conference room, the dimmed interior populated with numerous high-ranking officers, the meeting well-attended. It chilled him to think the horrid attack on Tetsutaro could've been the result of the Admiral's being designated a test subject, a stepping stone on the way to a higher target, perhaps Ghes himself.
"Tell me," he said, pitching forward and clearing his throat, "Is it possible we can discern precisely when the pathogen was synthesised, from a study of that which was delivered to Tetsutaro?"
"I have my people looking into it now, Admiral," the Starbase CMO nodded. There was a stir round the table; indeed, this may tell them whether the pathogen and delivery system was developed from scratch after the disaster, which would thus lend weight to the idea that the Section's topmost command echelons always had been the target, or if it'd been created before the Betreka event. On balance, Ghes couldn't decide which he'd like better - an attempt against the Federation itself was certainly not to be taken lightly.
Admiral Brasidas rose in the conference, "Regardless of the doctor's prospective results regarding the above matter, I'd suggest we study security records, dockmaster's logs, anything else that may suggest other factions may have found a way to interfere with us to put this pathogen or instructions for its synthesis aboard. Such an infiltration - if we may term it that - if it took place at a time before the Betreka event is troubling enough to consider, but if we do find that such toxins were placed aboard the station courtesy of an outside agency after the disaster - whether shortly after during our passage along the trajectory out here, or in recent times with the base at all stop... - that is obviously much greater cause for concern."
2 hours later, after a recess...
"Could it be that the new locals - whoever, wherever they might be - supplied certain disenfranchised people amongst our command hierarchy, or amongst the usual malcontents in the station's bowels, with the pathogen?"
"Highly speculative on all counts," the Intelligence officer, Clancy said laconically.
"Long-range sensors have been scanning meticulously every square arcsecond out to a range of 7 parsecs since we arrived out here," Brasidas said, Milo Van nodding beside him. "We haven't detected an unknown vessel, shuttle, or anything otherwise, that could've approached and delivered the toxin."
Ghes was glad he had his science officer on hand in the Enzio ready room; if he'd been forced to recall his own scientific knowledge, these points of his would never have been given air. "Additionally, Doctor..." he addressed the base CMO, "See if you can identify in the pathogen any molecular-cellular patterns consistent with biochemicals used by other home powers, Klingons, Romulans, et cetera."
"Aye, sir," the CMO stated, surprised.
"Flag ranked officers to be accompanied by security personnel until further notice," he added, confirming Commodore Uassin and Commander Tan's statements before the recess, "Keep it discreet, however, guards at a distance, and not too many per flag officer. We mustn't cause any alarm or give the would-be assassins the idea we - or so we believe - are on to them." He leant towards the screen, "We have to begin narrowing this down. Are we dealing with a resentful researcher in medicine, discontented civilians, or something else, something more structured... People whose target was always our overthrow?"
<Tag Tetsutaro, all others at meeting>
"I'd suggest Intelligence begin prying amongst the lower decks, undercover if need be, work out connections between various groups, deprived or otherwise, agitators or otherwise; listen to rumour, hearsay," Brasidas stated.
"I'm ready to go," Iorte Clancy said, nodding Tetsutaro's way. Before Sato or anyone else could respond they all received notification of certain goings on on the USS Raven. Ghes thanked the aide who informed them; he hoped things were under control.
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Post by Sato Tetsutaro on Dec 10, 2017 22:36:18 GMT
Secure Conference Room Level Ten :: =^= Flag ranked officers to be accompanied by security personnel until further notice .. .. Keep it discreet however .. Guards at a distance and not too many per flag officer .. We mustn't cause any alarm or give the would-be assassins the idea we - or so we believe - are on to them .. .. We have to begin narrowing this down .. Are we dealing with a resentful researcher in medicine .. Discontented civilians Or something else .. Something more structured .. .. People whose target was always our overthrow ? =^= Gheskori said from the Enzio. "I would suggest Intelligence begin prying amongst the lower decks, undercover if need be, work out connections between various groups, deprived or otherwise, agitators or otherwise; listen to rumour, hearsay," Brasidas stated. "I'm ready to go," Iorte Clancy said. "I will meet with my Senior Operatives at the close of this meeting Admiral." Sato informed Gheskori ..... Office of Admiral Sato Tetsutaro Command Level :: Tetsutaro had instructed his Aide, Captain Nia Lemond, to request the presence of his Operatives in his office with all due haste, they were already waiting when he had left the meeting ... "Ladies, Gentlemen ... I am sure you are aware of recent events. It has been suggested that we investigate possible sources of this issue on the lower levels. While i feel I have been extremely lucky to have survived, we may not have the same luxury should their be a re-occurrence of the attempt." he paused as several of his Staff commented, then he continued, "I have my doubts as to whether my attempted assassination will be duplicated, least by the same method as before, and as you can see, all Flag Ranked Officers are now accompanied by at least one Security Officer." "That doesn't mean you or anyone else can't be got at in your quarters Admiral, perha ....." "That too has been taken care of Commander." he replied to Elena, "All quarters are now shielded with a guard beyond the door. We will be safe in our beds I assure you." "Until someone conceals an explosive device under your bed." David said lightly, the others grinned. "Indeed." Sato said, a wry smile forming, "OK ... We have little information on the perpetrators thus far, what we do have ....." he motioned to Nia to continue, everyone turned their chairs to face her at the large screen on the wall: "We know there are numerous groups. For the most part these are categorised as harmless, mainly consisting of the disgruntled, unhappy, argumentative types that appear to have nothing more to do with their time but complain. Other groups are being kept under somewhat relaxed surveillance, we are using our most Junior Officers to keep tabs on the so-called ring leaders, nevertheless we are monitoring their communications and making sure they are easily accessible." "... And the other groups ?" David asked. "Well, as you are aware, there is at least one, maybe more more radical groups. These would include the people responsible for the, attack on Admiral Tetsutaro, and those behind the incursions on the USS Raven and possibly other vessels. We know that one man who was caught was scheduled to board the El Salvador but was for some reason yet unknown, deterred, or was possibly re-tasked to join the people on the Raven. At this point we are getting very little information from him. As you can imagine, we are somewhat in the dark here. Normal procedure would be to have the prisoner transferred to Earth for, questioning. Alas, we do not have that luxury open to us." "We are considering asking Command if we may use more, persuasive, methods." Sato said, surprising everyone present. "We are currently holding one 'Javad Eson Keer' ... Supposedly, this man was transferred to the Starbase on the day of the disaster. Apart from his personal data, gathered from the 'base itself, we have no record of the man prior to his boarding the Starbase." Lemond informed them, "We are aware that over forty percent of the stored information was lost when two of the computer cores suffered catastrophic failure, this does not resolve the glaring issues with his identity, and with no means to verify, we can only go on what we have. We do know, as he volunteered it without coaxing, that he was formally in the employ of the Grynax Corporate, California, Earth ..." "Isn't that the bunch who were constantly opposing our expansion, even saying it was a mistake to have the Federation hovering over us ?" Elena asked. "Yes." "They were never really taken seriously were they ?" Clancy asked. "Well, given they were developing technology that was to be used in future Starship design, it did make people wonder why they were playing the disheartened little brother." Nia replied. "Somewhat two-faced." de Luca commented, "Work to further our advancement while bemoaning our advancement. Weren't they supposed to be working on something weird, like personal multi-phasic shielding for combat troops ?" "I was unaware you had been given access to that information my dear." Sato said. "I wasn't." de Luca replied coyly. There was a long silence, broken by Captain Lemond: "I think it is time we took a short recess. I have arranged for refreshments to be served in the Conference Room. We will call you back in an hour." It was a clear dismissal and everyone knew it. They all stood, filing out of Sato's office then across the upper Command Level to one of the small Conference Rooms ... Conference Room Three :: "Well you certainly know how to stop a show." David commented as they helped themselves to sandwiches. "Thought it was common knowledge, so to speak." Elena said with a shrug. "What do you make of this Grynax connection, is it plausible they have had people on the Starbase biding their time ?" Clancy asked. "Who knows." Tan replied, actually enjoying the ham sandwiches, "One things for certain, if the Admiral has in mind what I think he has in mind, we're going to be on our own for possibly some considerable time. If that's the case I'd like us to have the proverbial 'Get out of Jail Free' card should we need it." "Meaning ?" "There are no working communications down there, or at least what do work are far from reliable. As for transporters, they are non-existent given the power restrictions, and if we suddenly pump power into specific systems, the wrong people are going to notice. I'd like a means of escape should it be needed, that's all." "We could have a shuttle in the central shaft. Have our comm badges monitored for quick beam-out." Elena suggested. "... and if it's spotted ?" "Maintenance work." she said with a shrug, "I think it might be an idea to have a couple of others with us too, some of the El Alamein crew: the Exec' Milo Van, the Tactical Officer Tom Demik, and maybe the Security Chief Tor Larok." "I doubt the Admiral will approve that." David said, "But it can't hurt to suggest it." "We could keep them on the ship, have them monitor us for regular communications. Have them ready to assist if needed ?" Iorte suggested. "You don't suppose this could be 'real' ham .... Do you ?" Tan asked, making everyone look in his direction as he examined the contents of his sandwich ..........
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Post by Carl Torek on Dec 11, 2017 19:58:50 GMT
USS Raven-C .. 23:40 hrs :: It had astonishingly taken over three hours to track down and finally corner the three intruders on the Raven. But now there was an added complication ... They were armed ! Calli motioned for two of the Security team to cross the corridor, firing in the direction of the intruders trying to draw their fire. Calli, now lay on her stomach, phaser stretched out before her was ready, would hopefully hit one or more of them as they attempted to hit the running targets. She mouthed: One .... Two .... Three .... Both men opened fire as they made their run, the first was across, the second was almost there when he was hit in the shoulder, the impact spun him around and he fell into the opposite quarters before the second bolt could make contact. Calli fired quickly, her first shot hitting one of the intruders in the face, the second man spun his weapon in her direction but he was confused for a split second as to 'where' the firing had originated, and she fired again. The second man dropped away and out of sight ... She waited, then there was a shout: "I'm coming out. Don't shoot !" "Throw your weapons into the corridor ahead of you ... Do it NOW !" one of her Security Officers instructed as she got to her feet, "Nice shooting." he commented before returning his full attention to the sole remaining intruder. There was a clatter of weapons as three phasers bounced on the carpeted deck, then a man tentatively popped his head around the frame of a doorway. "In the middle of the corridor, down on your knees." Calli ordered as two Security approached the man from behind. She had begun walking towards the group when something in the mans eyes made her hesitate, she didn't have time to shout any warning as the man seemed to spontaneously combust .... The two Officers close by vanished in the ball of super-heated plasma, along with one of the other two intruders. Alarms began sounding as the ships' sensors picked up the explosion, the already erected force-fields strengthening instantly to contain the blast. Calli and the two Security with her were thrown back the way they had come, crashing to the deck, one trying to pat out the invisible flames enveloping his body. Calli could see his skin burning away and ripped her tunic off to throw it over his head. Others were arriving now, the force-fields automatically dropped once the danger had passed ..... Carl arrived as the Medics were treating the burned Security Officer. Two had gone to the intruder but both seemed convinced he had little time. One Marine Medic was spraying Calli's arm where she had sustained minor burns. Torek stood looking at the devastation, there was a two meter burn through the carpet, up both bulkhead walls, and up onto the ceiling where the device had detonated. "Is he alive ?" he asked of the surviving intruder. "Barely Admiral, and not for long." one of the Marines said, "Maybe the Doctor can do something but it's beyond me Sir." "Get him to sick-bay, I want him alive, understood." he informed the two men kneeling beside the almost dead man as the Doctor arrived. He went to Calli first, then dropped down beside the intruder: "He's dying, I need to transport him direct to Sick-bay." he said to no-one in particular before slapping his Comm badge to instruct the Bridge to carry out the transport ... The Doctor, two Marine Medics, and the intruder vanished from sight. Carl walked over to where Calli was telling the medic in no uncertain terms that he would need attention himself if he didn't leave he be. "Mind telling me what happened ?" he asked her as the Medic finally gave up and walked away, no doubt hoping the untreated burns were excruciatingly painful. "We never expected them to be armed. Until they actually fired of course." she said, trying to ignore the pain rising along her arm. "That doesn't look like a phaser overload." Torek said, motioning towards the damage. "It wasn't .... I can't explain it, he was giving up, it was just fortunate that there wasn't more people closer to him. What ever it was must have been set to detonate, from his expression he knew it was coming seconds before the fact." she said, shaking her head in dismay. Carl was telling her to get to Sick-bay to have her injuries treated when his Comm badge chirped to life: =^= Commander Roach to Admiral Torek =^= =^= Go ahead Doctor =^= =^= Sir .. Can you come to Sick-bay immediately ? =^= she asked, Carl looked at Calli then replied. =^= On our way Doctor .. Torek out =^= ~~~~~~~~~~As they entered Sick-bay one of the Staff took Calli to one side, Doctor Roach was still leaning over the close to dead intruder. She saw Torek approaching and pointed to a tray beside the operating table. Carl walked over with a cursory glance at the injured man on the table, he looked at the tray which contained one item: A sphere, approximately three centimetres in diameter, it was silver black in colour, with hints of red, clearly blood. "What is it ?" Carl asked. "You tell me, it was tucked behind his xiphoid process, the lower section of his sternum, up against his heart." Carl looked again at the innocent-looking sphere ..........
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Deis Irae
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Post by Deis Irae on Dec 13, 2017 22:29:45 GMT
::Catches the chirp of commbadge just as she is stepping out of the turbolift onto the bridge. Flickering a little smile as she just looks across the room, tapping her badge to end the comm channel:: Aye, Sir. Righ' away. ::Stepping from said turbolift and across the bridge, giving a nod here and there to those on duty, passing the Captain in question and stepping inside his readyroom. The addition of a new crew member seems to have raised the commanders spirits a bit. It means much to feel the El Salvador growing again, however minute that may be. So she settles herself in the chair on the outside of the Captains desk and waits, watching him step back inside* Dare i ask?
Savot arches a brow at Deis' coincidental timing and dips his head to her in a tilted bow of greeting as she enters the Ready Room. He follows allowing the doors to whoosh slowly closed before walking around to his chair and picking up the other datapadd he had prepared for her. He pauses, looking at her a moment with a repeat of his brow elevation, "I believe it will render your duties more easily fulfilled following a dissemination of what little data we do possess, though I do believe the datapadd has been sufficiently prepared so as to eliminate the necessity for direct inquiry if you would prefer not to exchange dialogue at this time." Handing her the padd, to anyone else his words would likely have seemed perfectly literal but the minor levity should be detectable by someone with whom he has been close to for as long as he has this particular woman.
::The expression on her face at the last there is so...well...Deis. A raised brow which isnt quite as effective as your own, but still very punctuative. She tries to take the undertoned humor with the same tone, but shes far too human for that. So there is a little snort into a chuckle:: 'Preciate th efficiency, Sir. Tis only been days since ive been able t see ye fer more'n a tick. Why oh why would i waste me time wi yer words n face? *unable to not grin brightly, tossing that datapadd down on the desk:: Ye know me...i do so prefer th personal touch. Lay it on me...Capn. ::meaning, of course, the mission information.:: Be we goin after th bajorans? ::Word does get around after all::
The barest hint of upturned lip corner shows for a moment, then his eyes close briefly nodding very slightly in acknowledgement of your point, "Indeed I regret the brevity of our contact of late; I will endeavor to rectify the oversight as soon as time permits." He must then bow-nod again in respect but no surprise at your already having caught the proverbial grapevine's talk of our current assignment. "That is what I hope your investigative efforts can help determine. The confirmed presence believed to be leading those who appropriated 2 warp tugs and fled local space is a Bajoran male named Kret Nomal. His personal vessel was apparently destroyed in the nebula explosion though I'm having difficulty formulating a working hypothesis as to why he would take this action. Even with replacement vessels he cannot resume the work he was doing in the Alpha Quadrant, and leaving Starbase 47 puts he and any who followed him at risk of literally countless potential unknown variables."
Savot interlaced his fingers as he pondered the situation, "We have schematics on the tugs themselves, so we'll know what technological obstacles we're facing during our pursuit... allowing of course for any ship alterations the crews have been able to make since their theft. I'd prefer to have as complete a picture as possible of who were are dealing with as well. Who accompanied Kret; who is most likely commanding the 2nd tug? Though a daunting task, I want you to utilize the Starbase Medical Department's survivor census records and run them against the current confirmed population to determine who is missing since the latest confirmed poll. I know it is a gargantuan number to review but ideally the station will have assigned smaller clusters of the population to individual medical teams by some logical breakdown of the starbase's layout and it will be possible to check several groups of managable size rather than a single group of tens of thousands. The more people we can confirm might be with Kret, the more we'll know what resistance we may face as well as a clearer picture of the group's combined motivations."
::Deis just gives a little smile and shake of the head. She more than understands the pressures and restraints that have been put on us all since our mad wild trip through so much space. The time to breathe has not yet fully come. There is simply too much to be done at all times with so many people gone from us.:: There'll be time, Savot. Neither of us be goin anywhere...leastways nae where th other wont also go. ::And she leaves it at that. For now. Crossing arms over her chest as he begins to speak of our current objective. Making a note of the name and frowning slightly in thought:: Tis possible tha th man was under simple trauma. Overwhelmed..paniced. But...there also be too many possibilities t count fer th moment. Do we know wha his work was back in th Alpha Quadrant?" ::Listening to the rest and taking a breath at what he expects of her.:: There be a couple o medbay people tha i can get on th task as well. I hope tha th casualty records be fully accurate, otherwise there be no way t 'ave 100% surity once th search be done. ::Nodding in thought to herself, a hand raising to scritch rake back through her hair:: Ill get it done, but may take a bit o time. Well...no "may" about it. But wi a bit o manpower i should be able t get th information yer wantin. I wouldnae mind lookin a' th tug schematics meself, iffen ye dinnae mind. There may be a reason Kret Nomal chose those tugs in particular.
Savot gave a kind of facial shrug, indicating he was not fond of the level of data available on Kret Nomal's previous actions, "Official records list him as captaining a cargo transport. Though this could cover weapons smuggling, privateering, a mobile religious monastery which conveyed cargo and passengers only insofar as they needed to fund their continued religious studies... I've assigned Commander Park to pull up all availables records regarding Kret's former ship and crew to present at a staff briefing in slightly under 3 hours", nodding at your comment regarding the medical records, "Unfortunately I don't envision a complete record simply given the numbers of deceased combined with the day to day uncertainty as to station population at any given time. Ships arriving or departing off-schedule, or canceling their arrival completely without reporting it... I do not expect the impossible, but anything you can find that could potentially guide our preparatory efforts will be of help. Set up an open communication channel to Starbase Medical so you can work as we depart; with an estimated lead of 43 hours we must attempt pursuit as quickly as possible. I've eliminated 2 potential arcs of transit from our potential search area using the flight paths recorded by the Enzio and Raven as a reference since either starship would likely have picked the tugs up on sensors if they had gone along similar trajectories. The Warp Tugs are rated with a maximum warp factor of 5, with a recommended cruising speed limit of warp 3." Nodding again to your request, indicating the padd already in your hand, "Their schematics are available on that padd as well. I expect the choice of the tugs as his targets for seizure was a matter of accessibility more than anything else. With their limited tactical armaments security around them is comparatively lax, and as one such tug was being dispatched to tow the Raven back to Starbase 47 after the loss of her warp core Kret likely used that moment of distraction to blend in with the other tug's departure. Though of course if anything in their schematics provides you with a differing theory I will be more than pleased to hear it. Anything else I can attempt to answer for you?"
::The little commander mulls all this over in silence for a few minutes before giving a slow shake of the head:: Nae, Sir. I think we 'ave enough t be goin on wi' as it is. Righ' then...time is a factor so i'd better get started. ::Taking up that padd again and rising from her seat, game face on for the difficult task ahead:: Ill work from sickbays cmo office an coordinate all this. Be i dismissed, me Capn?" ::offering a smile and one of those nods that says "dont worry, we got this"::
Savot rises from his chair, preparing to follow her out and resume his duty station on the Bridge until conference time, "Dismissed, First Officer." Giving a return nod of his own that both acknowledges and reaffirms her own assurances.
(Lil joint post blast from the past, Savot and Deis)
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Post by Andae Blakus on Dec 15, 2017 16:14:58 GMT
Blakus had been about to leave the bridge for engineering when he'd felt the slightest abnormal tremor through the deck; he'd pivoted about, enquired of the Ops officer if anything untoward had taken place and sure enough Wedlerson's console had already been alerting him as to the event. "An explosion... a detonation of some sort on the locked down deck, Andae."
"A detonation... The intruders? An overloaded phaser?"
Wedlerson perused his intraship scan results, "I don't believe so. But it certainly involves the intruders."
Blakus nodded, "You have the conn." His mind whirring with new thoughts as he entered the turbolift, he made his way down to engineering, enquiring as to the structural soundness of the warp system and the ship's PTC grid given the recent vibration that'd propagated throughout the ship's chassis (if an event such as this explosion took place during the installation of a new warp core, one ought to make sure the incident hadn't proved catastrophic for that effort). Upon being told the magnetic shock absorbers at the AMRI end of the shaft may need seeing to, he took that responsibility upon himself and appointed Tinsley and Taylor to oversee the scans of whatever damage may have been caused by the explosion in the deck 4 corridor. Not much later he learned from the CMO and the Admiral that one intruder had survived and a spherical object of unrecognised function and design had been found inside his body, now removed.
He tapped his commbadge, =/\= Tinsley, what are the scans telling us? Is there any indication this was caused by some sort of explosive, perhaps remote detonated and not with the user's own consent or activation?=/\=
=/\=Unknown on that last, Andae; residual matter in and the type of submolecular distortion of the bulkhead that I'm reading here, though, is almost certainly the result of a detonation of an explosive device.=/\= We knew that much, Blakus thought. Tinsley continued, =/\=Likely concealed in the hand, or under the tunic. Barbaric, sir.=/\=
=/\=Or in the body,=/\= Blakus murmured.
=/\=Sir?=/\=
=/\=Nothing. That's fine, Tinsley - out.=/\= The lieutenant would report his final results to Andae in the latter's capacity both as Chief Engineer and First Officer. What signature might the device have left behind, what resultant products from the reaction were to be found and hence who had manufactured this explosive? The climactic conclusion to the chase on deck 4 had been the design of craven genius, but was that act of savagery the intended result or merely an effort to prevent the 'maintenance techs' from falling into the hands of the Raven crew?
He pondered these things as he worked the shock attenuators linked to the AMRI. The ladder rang above him with the sound of descending feet, "Taylor, you have something?"
She jumped off the ladder four rungs from the floor, evidently having run to the scene perhaps having considered this important enough that it couldn't be communicated by commbadge, "Tinsley thinks the detonation was the result of a weaponised quantum slipstream effect; the random phase variances we found at the site of the explosion - within the corridor's bulkheads - are unmistakable."
"Starfleet R&D were considering quantum slipstream technology for military purposes," Blakus mused, "It was at early drawing boards phase; I sat in a number of those meetings 18 to 24 months back; the debates were tiresome, no progress, too much coffee."
"Then someone's found a way to fit the necessary components into something smaller than a golf ball," Taylor said.
Blakus nodded, "While I don't know what a golf ball is, it's clear someone's updated you. You have engineering until Milyanov gets back. I'll be on the bridge to report this to the Admiral."
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Post by Carl Torek on Dec 18, 2017 0:40:23 GMT
Stood off to one side as the Medical team examined the remains of the intruder, Carl wondered why anyone would want to put both themselves and the Starbase in such jeopardy ... To have the misguided conviction to detonate something lodged in ones chest was unknown to him, but it was also clear that those responsible would indeed go to any length to achieve their goals ! With the Section Admiral out on the USS Enzio he was in charge as Executive Officer of the Starbase ..... He moved to the Doctor's office to contact 'Base Command Center: =^= Place the Starbase on alert .. Increase Security around all Command and Restricted Sections =^= =^= Understood Admiral =^= He closed the Comm and returned to the main area of sick-bay where the remains were now sealed and were about to be moved to the ships' morgue. The second man, initially thought to have received only minor injuries had almost passed away as a result of internal damage. He knew that information on those people was paramount, but also, information on the device used by the intruders, the sphere ... It was clearly some form of explosive and one which needed serious investigation. Andae Blakus walked over: "Sorry Admiral, I was told you were on the Bridge." his Exec' began. "Not to worry Andae, have you found anything ?" Carl asked, Blakus told him what he knew, which admittedly, wasn't too much. "Weaponised quantum slipstream effect ?" Torek asked, frowning as he wondered where he had heard the phrase before. Blakus informed him that Starfleet Research and Development had been working with the technology. "Which brings up several questions ...." Carl said, seeing Blakus nod, "Who was responsible for developing the tech' to a point where it could be so easily concealed. More importantly, 'who' do we know that would have had access to the information, the means to produce it, and get it aboard the Starbase undetected ?" "Impossible to say at this point." Blakus admitted. "Hold on, this technology, it was being developed for use aboard a Starship if my memory isn't playing dumb. The last specifications I saw made the devices' operating system half the size of a small room. You're telling me that the very same tech' has been engineered to fit in a small glass ?" Carl asked, but all he received was a shrug. "That was almost two years ago Admiral, things have obviously progressed." "Which raises even more questions." Carl said as Calli walked over, "You heard ?" "Yes ... Intelligence was investigating a group know as the erm, Grynax Corporate I think ... They claimed to have access to some of our more 'restricted' R & D .... Though it was never clarified or confirmed. Sir, permission to re-dock the Raven now the internal threat is over. We have people who need to get back aboard and several who are keen to be elsewhere." Carl looked at Andea who nodded. "Ask Commander Wedlerson to see to it. But no-one leaves or boards without extensive scrutiny. If we have more of these rebels I'd prefer them not to be on the ship. Have Lieutenant Milyanov examine that thing in Engineering." ~~~~~~~~~~"This is getting ridiculous." Carl said as he sat in the Conference Room behind the Bridge, the others present nodding agreement. "What about these groups of malcontents we keep hearing about Admiral. Is it plausible they have something to do with getting the explosive device aboard ?" Harry asked. "As far as I was aware ..." Carl began, with the minutest glimpse in the direction of his Exec' and his Advisor, who was part of the Intelligence Community, "The technology hadn't been refined to the point where it could be deployed as we have seen today. That said, it is clear that my information is woefully out of date." "So, there could be more of these, golf ball sized devices, around the Starbase ?" Harry prodded. "I think we should go on the assumption that there isn't only the two of them Commander." Calli answered. "Bloody hell." Wedlerson muttered as the Bridge confirmed that docking was complete, "Is it possible that the attack on the Raven is connected with other issues aboard the 'Base ?" "It isn't something that has been ruled out obviously." Carl confirmed. "So someone, be it an individual, or group, are determined to wreak havoc regardless of the consequences, which makes for a very dangerous group of fanatics." Wedlerson said. "We are certain that the device was developed in line with the quantum slipstream technology being research Andae ?" "Well, we can't be certain obviously. But the readings we have certainly point in that direction." Blakus replied. "You said ...." Lysia T'Seng began, after remaining throughout thus far, "That this was, could have been developed from this weaponised quantum slipstream effect technology ?" "Plausibly ... Yes." Blakus replied. "So, could it be 'plausible' that whoever is responsible, could have managed to somehow get the full-sized version aboard the Starbase ?" Carl looked around the table, seeing the same expression. No-one had wanted to voice the possibility, but now it was out in the open, no-one wanted to think of the consequences should such a device be detonated aboard the Starbase, as for all the Starbase' size, it would crumple like proverbial wrapping paper. Survivors of such a catastrophe would be able to be counted on the fingers of one hand ! ... No, he couldn't allow himself to think on such lines ... "Our first priority is the Raven." Carl said, to stem the flow of muttering, "Let's ensure we don't have any recurrence of what's gone on. All, and I do mean 'ALL' boarding the Raven are to be fully bio-checked ... No exceptions." "What about rigging some sort of detector, to possibly pick up the spheres ?" T'Seng asked. "I'd like permission to deploy what Marines I have available Admiral, they can perform roaming checks, both on the Raven and on the Dock." Colonel Burwell commented. "Agreed, but again, let's keep them as unobtrusive as possible. The last thing I want is to spook whoever is behind this into hiding, so make the patrols as seemingly lax as plausible Colonel, I will Contact Command and place the 'Base Marine contingent at your disposal as the highest ranking Marine Officer in situ. I would like your reports to go to myself and Commander Blakus first, understood." Carl stipulated, receiving a confirmation from the Marine instantly, "From us it can be passed up the chain as necessary ... Well, to the remainder of the Command staff." he finished, realising that as things stood, after Section Admiral Gheskori 'he' was at the tip of that chain of Command. "Sir, I noticed on the roster that the El Salvador is due to depart ....." Lysia T'Seng commented. "Yes, they are." Torek answered, "Your point Commander ?" "Well, I think it only prudent that their crew be checked prior to departure ?" "Agreed. Pass what we have to Commodore Savot. he can deal with the checks." Carl confirmed. "Sir ... We know there are factions aboard the Starbase who blame, Command, for our situation ..." Svensson, the Science Officer said, his voice faltering as everyone turned their attention to him, "Why would they put innocent lives at risk ?" "Believe me Lieutenant, If I had the answer to that, I would tell you ....... Alas, I do not." Torek said, raising his hands as if in submission, "OK, anything else from anyone ?" .......... < Tag : Raven Crew >
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Post by Simon Clark on Dec 19, 2017 20:32:25 GMT
USS El Salvador, Bridge"Sir, we are receiving a data-only transmission from the USS Enzio. They report an encounter with one of the missing Warp Tugs - the USS Amto," Cadet Karysta said. One of the senior officers approached the Ops station. "Is there mention of who is commanding the tug?" "A civilian woman called Nara Yurden responded to a hail before the ship initiated an unprovoked attack on the Enzio using a rudimentary plasma weapon. An image shows a Ferengi tied up in the centre seat during communication. The Bajorans appear to be divided against each other; Some have requesting return to Starbase 47, while others are directing the attack." (Link to USS Enzio post)<Tag: USS El Salvador Bridge>
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Post by Calli Valente on Dec 22, 2017 23:26:46 GMT
23:15 hrs Conference Room USS Raven-C :: Calli helped herself to a hot, black coffee from the replicator then returned to her seat ... Over the last two hours they had gone through every piece of information on the intruders. Lieutenant Milyanov had sent teams of Engineers to each and every repair, checking and double-checking. Surprisingly, each job had been done correctly, no hidden explosives, no suspicious timers waiting to be activated. The only odd thing was a repair requisition that belonged to the El Salvador. Admiral Torek had spoken with Commodore Savot, who was now having all his systems checked prior to their departure from the Starbase ..... ~~~~~~~~~~"I have to admit, I didn't think these radicals would go so far as to begin sabotage efforts." Colonel Burwell said, rubbing the tiredness out of his stinging eyes, "They had been a nuisance yes, but escalating their efforts ...." "Someone has to be behind it all." Lysia T'Seng said. "That's a given, but Command don't have anything solid, maybe the investigation will turn up something." Carl commented. Getting out of his seat and stretching his aching back before going to the replicator for yet another coffee, "At least at this point we can continue with repairs to the ship as normal. I've asked Commander T'Seng to increase Security around all ingress/egress points, as well as all essential area's, Lew, your Marines will be helping out there, it will give them something to do." he finished with a wry grim as the Senior Marine feigned annoyance. "Where are we with the new warp core ?" Harry Wedlerson asked. "Three weeks, if they can scrounge the parts." Milyanov answered, "All well and good having one of the newest, not to mention most complicated Starships in existence if you're the proverbial stones-throw from supplies ... Out here, different story all together. They are having to build the thing practically from scratch. Thankfully someone at Utopia Planitia thought to forward all the specifications for the Sovereign Class to the usual places before we erm, left." "I'm sure you and your teams will manage." Calli said with a smile, "besides, I've been told one of the sporting outlets on Beta Promenade is crammed with low-gravity bicycles, you could always string a few together and have everyone peddle." "You volunteering ?" Milyanov asked. "With my knees." Calli retorted with a chuckle. "OK you two ...." Carl said, "Anymore and I'll be asking for 'volunteers' to do double shifts." "Double, so we're cutting back then." Andae said, raising a laugh around the room. "The repair work to the Port nacelle is complete, good, Engineering are still short of a few things ...." Torek said, reading from his PADD, "As are pretty much every Department, though at least nothing on the list with the exception of the core itself are high priority, so there's light at the end of the tunnel, so to speak." "Given the ongoing situation with the 'rebellious' elements aboard the Starbase, I would like the ship ready for departure sooner than later, so lets not ease off on the work-rate. I know everyone's doing all they can, and Engineering especially. We need to be prepared for any eventuality." Torek said, sobering the mood slightly. "We could cut a week off the work if we cancel the cup-holder requisition." Calli said, grinning at Blakus. "But it was 'you' who insisted they be installed on all Bridge chairs." Andae retorted as if hurt, grinning as Carl looked up from the PADD. "I also insisted on a heated lumber region on all seats, I don't suppose I'll be getting that either ?" Calli flung back. "We have adequate Medical facilities for that." Wedlerson chimed in. "OK ... OK ...... I think we're done here, thank you everyone, I do actually think we could ease up on some of the non-essential work, scrubbing cup holders and heated seating can go for a start." Carl said, "Let's reconvene tomorrow at say, eighteen hundred. with luck we will all have more information on our status then. Thank you gentlemen." he said picking up the PADD and leaving the Conference Room. Calli remained in her seat, as, somewhat surprisingly, did everyone else. She finished her coffee and got up to get a refill. "Soooo, any thoughts on these disruptive elements ?" she asked. "I think we need to start taking them seriously to be honest." Harry said, glancing at his now cold beverage, "I also think command will need to look at reviewing policy regarding insurgents. We can't just hold them for trial any more, command will need to take a stance, before all hell breaks loose." he finished with a shrug before he too helped himself to a fresh drink. "Meaning ?" Calli asked casually. "Meaning ... If we do detain one of these groups' ringleaders, we need to make it perfectly clear that their actions, however slight or otherwise, will not be tolerated !" Everyone fell silent as they absorbed the Operations Officers' comments. They all knew it was out of character for the man, but it was also clear that even he was thinking that their situation in regards the trouble-makers was more serious than anyone was admitting ..........
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Post by Carl Torek on Dec 27, 2017 21:35:18 GMT
SD: 2403.01.1227 Docking Pylon Seven USS El Alamein :: With security tightened throughout the Dome, no-one was moving unless assigned ... Carl stood looking at the Excalibur Class El Salvador, almost ready to depart on her first sortie. The ever-present Security detail was stood behind him on both sides, eyes constantly roaming those around them for signs of anything untoward. Sighing, he began to move towards the expanded walkway leading to the El Alamein. The ship looked worse for ware, missing almost thirty percent of her outer hull plating along with one nacelle, the latter still being constructed below the El Alamein. He stepped into the walkway, his security two steps in front of him, the second two steps behind as they entered the Starship. Captain Komin, Commanding Officer was waiting to greet them when the entered: "Admiral. We wasn't expecting an inspection." "You're not having one." Carl said, nodding to the other Officers gathered, "I just wanted to come aboard and see for myself how the repairs were progressing." Carl assured her. "Well, as you can see, they are going slowly. No-ones fault of course, the Enzio, Raven, and El Salvador have priority." "Every ship has priority Fran, granted some more than others, but we need every vessel we can muster out there exploring. Three Starships simply cannot cover the region adequately, things are going to be missed, things that could help us maybe ... I've not seen a recent report on the El Alamein, want to bring me up to speed ?" Over the next two hours Captain Komin took him around the ship, pointing out priorities along with things that could wait. Hull plating was a must, and several of the now derelict vessels were being stripped of every usable piece of equipment, deck plating, internals, everything from beds to bulkheads. These were being distributed among the working vessels as well as the two that were deemed closest to being space-worthy. The main concern was raw materials ... There was a clear shortage and this caused cascade delays throughout. Surprisingly, there had been no less than eleven Starships inside the dome at the time of the disaster, along with a number of both long and short range, none warp capable vessels, it was these the majority of bulkhead and hull plating was being harvested from, and once they had everything salvageable, what remained would be broken down and reconstituted, allowing for replication of more vital systems. It hadn't gone unnoticed by Torek that the El Alamein was woefully short of crew and Junior Officers. That was something that would need to be addressed if and when the ship was ready to venture out. "I see your warp core is intact, in working order ?" Carl asked as he skimmed through the myriad of items on the PADD he had been given on boarding. "Indeed, somewhat surprising ....." The Vulcan chief Engineer confirmed, his eyebrow rising and falling, "..... Alas, the construction of the core is such that it cannot be utilised on another vessel." "Yes, Their loss I suppose." Torek said, looking around then seemingly deciding on his next port of call. Moments later they were gathered in the Ships' Mess, "OK, please tell me the replicator in here is working." "It is Admiral." Komin said, heading towards the piece of equipment in question, "What can I get you ?" "Coffee ..." he said, dropping into one of the seats, his security taking up positions beside the only two doors in or out of the Mess. Fran placed a cup before him then she too sat down, sighing almost inaudibly, "So what do you think, will we start to see some parts coming our way in the foreseeable future, or do we plod on with repairs as and when we can get what we need ?" "Well, the three functioning Starships still need equipment, but nothing that can't wait. Raven is waiting on her new core, which unfortunately has to be constructed practically from scratch. That and the new Port nacelle means it won't be going anywhere for the time being. There's one other ship, can't for the life of me remember the name, she's getting the odd part thrown her way. I'll speak with Gheskori, see how we stand, he might be open to getting one more ship up and running first then concentrating on the second, rather than both getting a share out between them." "How's the coffee ?" the El Alamein's Captain asked. "I'll put a new replicator top of the list." Carl replied, trying and failing to like the hot liquid in his cup, "OK, is there anything you need as a priority ?" "Apart from what's on there you mean ?" she said with a grin as she pointed to the PADD he had put down, then thought of something, "Yes, actually ... There's a three meter section of outer hull missing from the bulkhead in my quarters, it would be nice to be able to get changed without a random worker-bee drifting past my new window." Carl laughed, telling her he would make that an absolute priority. Then he stood, thanking the Captain for the update and the tour ... As they reached the walkway off the ship he assured her the 'hole' in her wall would be rectified in hours. He stepped off the El Alamein, his security detail ahead and behind him until they reached the Dock itself, then the one in front took up his position to Carl's right a meter behind him. As they walked he looked over to the Raven, looking wounded with one nacelle missing. Andae had briefed him earlier on their status so he could take the time to inspect the Starbase and the vessels within. He knew there was a pile of PADD's on his desk in Command awaiting his sign-off, but frankly he couldn't face them at the moment ... He wanted a little time to simply, rest ... He headed for the turbo-lift, his security in tow: "Level Nine Zero One. Arboretum." he instructed, the two security risked a glance at each other behind their charges' back then quickly faced forward as the 'lift dropped ..........
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Post by Calli Valente on Jan 3, 2018 13:38:11 GMT
SD: 2404.02.0103 Dome Level Two Seven One Engineering Support :: With the Christmas festivities over, everyone had resumed work ... The Engineering team assigned to constructing the USS Raven's new warp core had thankfully worked through the holiday period and were confident the work on the core wouldn't take much longer. Calli, along with Nate Tinsley, one of the Raven's Engineers, had gone down to Engineering Support, where the new core was being put together ..... "They always look longer when n their sides." Calli commented as the entered the large auxiliary Engineering room which was dedicated to warp core construction. The far end of the room could be retracted to allow the full length core to be floated out into the Dome itself, where worker-bee shuttles would transfer it to whichever vessel it was designated for. Lieutenant Tinsley, here to compile a preliminary report for the Chief Engineer, was frowning. "Problem ?" Calli asked as he got the attention of one of the Engineers. "The dilithium chamber and reactor chamber look further along, is that right ?" he commented. "It will all look as it should once the lower MCS cap and the Antimatter reactant injector are fitted, but given the Raven's core is a new design, and longer, or rather 'taller' than other cores, we can't fit them while inside, as you can see we have connected external systems to compensate, these are on the level below and do the same task. Once the core has been started we'll disconnect and push her out. The lower sections will be fitted then and we'll tow the core underneath the Raven ready for fitting." the Engineer said, clearly trying to 'dumb-down' the explanation for the benefit of Calli. "So when can we expect fitting ?" she asked casually. "A week, ten days. We are still short on antimatter, and are struggling in the manufacture of the magnetic constrictors themselves, but we'll have it ready. No point in pushing and finding problems in-situ." "There will have to be warp tests I assume, once the core is fitted ?" Calli asked, clearly interested in the process. "Oh yes, several." the Engineer said with a grin to Tinsley. "Right, thank you Chief ...." she said, turning away then stopping as she spotted something else the Raven was short of, "Is that the Raven's new nacelle ?" she asked, pointing at the almost three hundred meter long behemoth drifting only meters from one of the massive plexi-glass windows. "Yes, but as with everything else, we're short one or two components. In this case it's the polyduranide for the particle aperture." he said with what seemed a resigned shrug, "We're poaching some from one of the scrapped vessels, should be ready day after tomorrow. Fitting shouldn't take too long, we are hoping to get both the core and the nacelle in place simultaneously, but who knows." "So other than your 'minor' issues with the core and the nacelle, everything is on schedule ?" Tinsley asked, knowing Milyanov would as him the same question. "All on schedule. It helps that the El Salvador is done and ready for departure, one less thing to worry about ..." he said glancing at two Engineers who were clearly trying to get his attention, "Well if there's nothing else ?" "Thank you Chief." Calli said, allowing the man to depart, "Things look so much bigger when you're stood next to them." she mused, looking again at the pristine nacelle. The two left the Section and made their way back to the Raven herself, silently passing through the added security on the walkway umbilicus. Tinsley said he was going to report to Milyanov, so Calli headed for the Bridge .... USS Raven-C :: Stepping off the Port-side turbo-lift she was almost run into by one of the multitude of technicians working on seemingly everything it was possible to be working on. Harry Wedlerson was Duty Bridge Officer so she walked over to where he was stood and waited for him to finish speaking: "..... how many times I have to say the same thing, this is the 'MASTER SYSTEMS DISPLAY' and as such is somewhat VITAL, to the running of the ship. It's not something that can be 'fitted later' as you so elegantly put it. So how about not worrying too much on decor and maybe get the clearly broken screen replaced .... Today ?" The technician, clearly non-pulsed at the mans rant, merely shrugged and said he would see if a replacement was available. Harry tried not to bite his lip in two as the man sauntered away checking the 'bases' inventory list on his PADD. "What I wouldn't give to be in Spacedock over Earth." the Operations Officer said. "Now now Harry." Calli said with a grin. "What do they expect. There was absolutely nothing wrong with the display when we got back, they broke the bloody thing and now seem anything but willing to replace it." "Come on, you look like you could use a coffee ..." Calli said, taking his arm. Wedlerson tried to resist but relaxed, allowing himself to be led to the conference room. Calli looked around the Bridge and noticed Yvonne Epps from Security, obviously overseeing the myriad of non-Raven personnel, "Lieutenant Epps, you have the Bridge." "Yes, Ma'a ... Sir." the woman said, reaching out to stop someone stepping into the turbo-lift, "Where are you going with that mister ?" Calli grinned as the door to the Bridge closed. She went to the replicator: "Two coffee's ... Strong white." ..........
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Post by Andae Blakus on Jan 13, 2018 16:37:00 GMT
Perched atop the pool table inside a silver construct (which prevented its interaction with the surrounding matter by means of a modified magnetic field) was the spherical device. Its natural inclination to spin was being prevented by Milyanov, who prodded its exposed circuitry with a micro-hyperspanner.
"Nope, that's no good," he muttered, as the sphere tried to shoot away to his left as he turned a small dial he'd believed to be his means to activate the device in 'safe mode'. Zooming his headset to view the device's interface on the micron level, he began attempting the longer version of the procedure to remove the device's explosive material and its activator. The checklist he'd worked out was a best guess and would doubtless need amendments as he progressed; hopefully no changes to the torturous list would inadvertantly cause the destruction of the ship or Starbase, or entail him having to restart the procedure from the beginning.
Blakus entered to see the de facto Chief Engineer leaning over the pool table, "How are things progressing?" He was hushed abruptly; of course, he should know better than to interrupt someone in the midst of such a challenge.
Minutes later, Milyanov stood upright and lifted the equipment off his cranium, sighing deeply. "Step four complete... Doubtless I'll have to start afresh before the hour is up... Step seven is almost certainly out of place, but I can't think where else to put -"
"We must eliminate possibilities systematically, of course," Blakus replied, "Though if you have a hunch for something that on the face of it seems less likely, I suggest you give it a try."
So engrossed he was, Milyanov simply shook his head and tutted, lowering the headset and resuming his place centimetres from the sphere's user interface. Unbidden as he leant into this posture, the device emitted a single mechanical click and began rotating, turning about its vertical axis, spinning faster and faster inside the construct's magnetic field.
"What..." Blakus was on his feet while Milyanov fiddled uncertainly with the silvery construct surrounding the sphere. Andae read off the panel opposite Milyanov, "Field distribution... reading as stable, there's nothing wrong with the mag field, and magnitude's holding steady at 0.2 Teslas."
"I didn't jog the table!" Milyanov blurted, "It could be a defence mech- " He cut himself off as something occurred that had Blakus calling security (for what reason, he couldn't fathom; what exactly was he expecting them to be able to do?): the device jutted outside the field and off the table briefly before resuming its place, snapping back elastically and growing still, ceasing its spinning... and from its side, as if via a phase cloak, a second sphere emerged of the same size and shape; a deep hum resonated round engineering briefly and the new second device came to a halt. Together the two spheres were barely held within the magnetic field.
"Self-replication," Milyanov observed. Would they repeat the trick, dividing and multiplying like biological cells? Blakus ordered the spheres transported into a larger magnetic field - in a specialised room just off engineering - and had them scanned from outside; less resolution that way, but hopefully much safer. "Sensors detected an energy spike in the device at the time of replication... it seems the extra power filtered into the sphere from a quantum filament, one of thousands that its slipstream technology has access to."
Several minutes went by, Blakus checking back after returning to the bridge momentarily, Milyanov reported, "The sphere activated at exactly the time I reinitiated the intensive magnetic field; either it was a defence mechanism, or a magnetic field - at 0.2 Teslas - is exactly the stimulus needed to replicate new spheres."
=/\=Bridge, this is Blakus. Ops, see about coordinating with Starbase Ops' internal sensor controller and have them scan the base interior for magnetic fields of 0.2 Teslas. Obviously there'll be many, but discount those not likely to be being used to replicate new quantum slipstream spheres. Don't worry, I'll explain when I get there.=/\=
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Post by Carl Torek on Jan 16, 2018 23:26:57 GMT
Having spent much more time than he had allowed himself in the Arboretum, Carl motioned to his Security Detail, who much to their annoyance, had been told to make themselves scarce while he took some time. He couldn't help grinning as the two returned, having tried to simultaneously watch their charge while appearing to completely ignore him .... SD: 2404.02.0116 Command Center 16:40 hrs ::As the three stepped off the turbo-lift in the lower mezzanine of Command, Carl was greeted with several Officers, all wanting his attention. He waved them away telling the group to give him a moment then come up to the Section Admirals' Office. With Admiral Gheskori still out on the Enzio, he had been making use of his office. In reality, both of their offices were identical, save for personal decor, but for some reason it just made him feel as if he wasn't actually 'at work' if he wasn't in his own office ... As he made his way to the upper level he saw a Civilian woman. She was sat in the outer area that separated the Command Center itself, from the offices surrounding it, Admiral Tetsutaro was trying and failing to keep the woman calm. He asked one of the Staff who she was. "Sorry Admiral. She's some sort of self-appointed representative of the cattle." "Cattle ?" Carl queried, already knowing the derogatory term that was being bandied about for those working in the lower Levels of the Starbase. "Apologies Admiral." the man said, reddening. "Let's put a stop to that right now shall we Lieutenant." Carl said, annoyed, "What does she want, do you know ?" "She's been up here several times Admiral, complaining about conditions, the fact that Flag Officers, no disrespect Sir, and Command Staff are living the so called 'high life' up here while they, the erm, Contractors, are pretty much having to survive on rationed supplies. It's been explained that the work is vital and needs to be done. But ...." the man tried not to shrug. He watched as the Head of Security tried and tried to get a word in, but the woman simply wouldn't stop her constant demands, despite his better judgement, Carl walked over: "Admiral." he said, getting Tetsutaru's attention, but before Sato could reply the woman was on her feet and interjecting herself between to two Officers: "I have been here several times 'Fleet Admiral' ...." she said, clearly holding herself back from spitting on the rank insignia on his collar, "I demand to speak with the Section Admiral abou ....." "The Section Admiral is not on the Starbase at present." Carl interrupted, "May I enquire the nature of your request, maybe I could be of some help ?" She's been sat here three hours Admiral." the Lieutenant whispered, receiving a glare that would melt latinum from her in the process. "Thank you Lieutenant, that will be all." Carl said, dismissing the man while making a mental note to have him spoken to, then he turned to Sato, "Admiral, I have a few moments if you would like me to speak to our guest ?" "Bloody newsence." was all the aged Admiral could reply as he shuffled to his office. Carl turned to the woman. "Let's go sit down, I'm sure we can sort something out, or at least begin trying ....." he said, leading her to Gheskori's office and asking her to take a seat while he went to the replicator, "Coffee, white ... Can I get you anything ?" "Coffee." came the reply. Setting the cups down Carl asked her why she wanted to speak with the Section Admiral directly, and not with one of the supervising Starfleet Officers assigned to liaise, Had he known that she had apparently been demanding audience wanting to air her considerable list of grievances towards Starfleet, he might have thought twice about letting Sato off the proverbial 'hook' ... As it was, he was seemingly stuck with her barring alien invasion, which he inwardly tried to calculate the odds of happening in the next five minutes, the result was anything but reassuring alas. He tapped the Comm and asked one of the Junior Officers to come in to take notes as she continued to rattle off counts of apparent unjust treatment. "Please accept my apology, but I seem to have been remiss in not asking your name." the woman seemed almost taken aback for a second. "My name, not that it matters in the scheme of things, us being mere 'cattle' and all, is Yelana Serova." she stopped speaking, almost as if she had expected him to not only know the name, but to be wary of her standing, so to speak. Alas she was disappointed as Carl had never heard of her until a very long hour ago, "I represent a small group of Civilians who have been conscripted to the workfor ...." "I'm sorry ..." Carl interrupted, "You said 'conscripted' am I right ?" "What would you call it ? ...... We offered our assistance, but it seems our having control over what we do and where we go is somewhat in dispute." "I'm sorry, it's been a long day, and while that is no excuse, I just want you to clarify something you said a moment ago if that is agreeable ?" ".... and 'What' exactly would that be ?" the woman said, eyes piercing Torek's. "From what I'm hearing, you, and your colleagues, seem to be a little disenchanted with your working conditions, am I right ?" Serova simply sat in stony silence waiting for him to continue, "I am sure you are all aware of our situation, and the need for every able-bodied person to help out as and where necessary. I'm not denying your claim, far from it in fact, but there are works that need to be done and some of those have higher priority that others. So if you are pulled off one job to go to another it's because 'that' job is deemed a higher priority." Carl said, thinking he had explained the situation adequately, alas he was sorely mistaken. "You need us, that's correct ?" "Sorry ?" Carl replied, suddenly on his guard. "Well, let's say for example: Should 'ALL' Civilian workers decide the had better things to do, what exactly would happen ?" "Hmm, well, I would say that if any Civilian worker feels they have something better to do than ensure our continued survival whilst we try to find a way home, then they should feel free to not turn up for any and all assigned duties they had been assigned to ... I am sure that while their efforts would be missed, the tasks at hand would be completed, albeit later and possibly dangerously late, despite their absence. Starfleet have never conscripted workforce, nor would they ever do so. We are here, and if we want to get home, then anyone and everyone has a duty to aid in that goal, regardless of what they are wearing ... Don't you think ?" Yelana Serova sat watching him for a long moment, then she stood, Torek following suit. "Changes need to be made Admiral. On all levels of authority." "Meaning ?" Carl asked. "Come no Admiral, you didn't attain such a lofty rank by playing the dunce." she walked towards the door, slowing while the Lieutenant quickly opened the door, "Changes Admiral." she said, leaving the office. "Lieutenant, escort Ms Serova to the turbo-lift then come back in here." Carl said, finally letting out the sigh he'd held in for what seemed an age. Sato Tetsutaro entered the office, "You heard all that ?" Carl asked. "Yes ..... Yes indeed." the Japanese Admiral replied while dropping into a chair as the young Lieutenant reappeared. "Lieutenant. Since when have Civilians had access to Restricted areas of the Starbase, the Command Center in particular ?" Carl asked. "She has Diplomatic Access Admiral." the young woman replied quickly. "Revoke that assess immediately Lieutenant." Sato ordered. "Sorry Sir, that's above my access level." the woman said apologetically. "Not to worry Lieutenant, you can return to your duties, thank you." Carl said as Sato leaned over to use Gheskori's desk console. A few seconds later he finished: "That should stop her prancing in here on a huff." he said, satisfied. "Put someone on her Sato, I want daily reports on her whereabouts and activities. If she's gathering malcontents we need to know so we can nip it in the proverbial bud, and quickly." he said, as Tetsutaro walked over the the ornate cabinet Gheskori had in his office, one no-one could remember him ever opening. Sato took two glasses and a bottle, pouring amber liquid into both before offering Carl one. "Cheers." ..........
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Post by Sato Tetsutaro on Jan 20, 2018 15:53:47 GMT
SD: 2402.02.2001 - 21:20 hrs Level Eighteen Admiral Tetsutaro's Quarters :: In his quarters, Sato finally relaxed ... The last few months had been taking it's toll on the aged Admiral, that, along with the attempted assassination. Dropping into a seat then picked up the porcelain tokkuri. He was a traditionalist, so the contents were warm to the touch as he poured the liquid into the ceramic cup known to all devotees as a sakazuki, or small cup. The sake tasted sweet, how he preferred it. Picking up the first of the PADD's he began going over the daily reports, mostly security issues, nothing major, the usual minor infringements. He was picking up the flask to pour a second cup when the door chime sounded ... Puzzled, he looked at the door then stood, replacing the porcelain flack to the tray. He approached the door tentatively, wondering why the Security Officer's assigned to him hadn't responded, or if they had why they had not reported. He moved to a small cabinet to retrieve the phaser he had secreted there since the attack on his life. Approaching the door he raised the weapon in readiness. Stepping n the threshold of the doors' activation system it slid silently aside .... The corridor beyond was in semi-darkness as he called out for the Security detail but there was no response. He took a step back then tapped his Comm badge: =^= Admiral Tetsutaro to Security .. .. =^= There was no reply ... Checking the setting on his phaser he approached the now closed door, which again opened. He tentatively looked out into the darkened corridor which appeared deserted, again unusual given it was frequently used. The closest turbo-shaft was approximately fifty meters away to his left, so he stepped into the corridor, phaser moving in a slow arc to cover both directions. He was half way to the lift when he heard something behind him ... Spinning with agility that belayed his age, he crouched while raising the phaser. "Not as lucky this time. Admiral." a man's voice in the darkness spoke. "Who are you. Come forward into the light or I shall be forced to open fire." Sato said calmly. "Quite the feat surviving the assassination, especially given your, age ......" the unknown figure said. Sato tried to estimate their location from the voice alone but had no luck as the figure continued, "Somewhat annoying given the effort that had gone into your failed demise, but here we are once again, and this time I'm afraid there will be no last-minute reprieve." Sato ducked as a beam from the assailants own phaser lanced towards him, clearly intentionally missing it's target, no doubt the mystery assailant was toying with him, 'likely enjoying the moment' he thought. "If you are going to kill me then step into the open, do it with honour, face to face with you victim .... Or do you not have the stomach for such things, preferring the darkness of anonymity ?" "Oh I think my way is much more, entertaining, at least from my point of view, which is after all the only thing that counts." the assailant replied as Tetsutaro's eyes began to accustom to the darkness. He could see a faint outline of someone now, back against the left side of the corridor, merging with the curve of the corridor so as to be almost invisible and certainly impossible to hit cleanly before he was himself dispatched. "What do you want, is it some issue you have with personally, or something on a much grander scale ?" "Oh now Admiral. While I would love to enlighten you on matters, I feel my time here is somewhat, limited ... As soon as my efforts to spend a short time with you are discovered, I fear I will be out of time, so to speak." " ..... and you feel killing me will help your cause I assume, otherwise why all the effort, as you put it." Sato said, almost matter-of-factly. "Things are going to change Admiral, things are going to change a great deal, mark my words. Alas, you will be spared having to experience those changes." another beam arrowed past, barely missing Sato's face, "You cannot escape your fate Admiral, best to accept the inevitable and go to whatever deity you prey to I think." Sato stood, lowering the arm that held the phaser as he did so. He knew he was now a perfect target, silhouetted against the weakened lighting further along the corridor. "Then you must do what you came here to do, no ?" "We have a few more moments Admiral. I have to admit, I am somewhat surprised at your fortitude." the voice said. In the darkness Sato shrugged: "If my life is forfeit then so be it. We all have a small measure of time to fulfil our destiny, if you will. It simply appears that the time allotted to me is spent ..... But then, do any of us know the moment ? ....." There was a thud, then another voice: "Admiral Tetsutaro. Your safe now." Then the lighting in the corridor returned to normal. A man in what appeared to be dirty coverall's was in a heap against the corridor wall, and over him stood a woman, at first he didn't recognise her as his sight adjusted to the sudden brightness. It was his Aide, Captain Nia Lemond. "..... I think not ....." he said to the unconscious figure as the corridor filled with Security Personnel. "We found your Security Detail bound and gagged, they had been drugged but are recovering. Whoever organised this was clever, Command didn't realise there was any issue until I informed them you could not be reached via Comms." Now he had time to ingest the situation fully, he could tell there are traces of anaesthesia in the corridor, presumably something fast-acting to dispose of the Security Officers before they could raise the alarm, Lemond turned to speak to several of the Security Officers, "Take him to the Quartermasters Office, I want him shackled, take every precaution I don't want him suddenly finding a means of escape. Update Admiral Torek on the situation whilst I see to the Admiral." The man, beginning to regain consciousness, was unceremoniously dragged to his feet and bungled along the corridor out of sight. Nia and another Security Officer assisted Tetsutaro back to his quarters a the now clear corridor was guarded by more Security. Helping him into his living area she eased him into a seat telling one of the guards to get a glass of water but Sato said no, preferring to reach for the small porcelain bowl containing the sake he was drinking earlier. "It appears I am somewhat fortunate, don't you think my child ?" he said as he sipped the now cold liquid ..........
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Post by Andae Blakus on Jan 27, 2018 3:42:03 GMT
"Then perhaps the magnetic field intensity can be reduced to 0.03 Tesla. Doing so may reveal the exact subspace frequencies being utilised, if nothing else, or if possessing a temporal component, showing its spacetime incidence to within half a nanosecond, if nothing else." Blakus waited for her to respond, turning back to the console when nothing was forthcoming; this could be it, this could be finally what they were looking for.
"Readjust the test subject," a technician intoned, a second and third stepping up to the table on which the mock sphere lay and positioning it correctly, before the external magnetic field was applied to the object. Blakus nodded for the test to resume and the program was re-run; it did seem that 0.03 Tesla would give something like the desired result.
"One sphere detector," he smiled at the base tech.
"Whether cloaked or not," she agreed.
The shock was, indeed, that - in addition to their fairly standard self-replication abilities which no longer surprised or alarmed Blakus - the quantum slipstream spheres could cloak themselves. He'd yet to tell Torek of the former capability, let alone the recent revelation.
He learnt to his shock of the second attempt on Tetsutaro's life - had the man been warned merely? at least two phaser shots had been intentionally wide of the mark, indicating that Tetsutaro shouldn't progress along that route to... what? or that in any case he should cease doing whatever he was doing; Blakus couldn't imagine that Tetsutaro's assailant had intended only to threaten him in that vulgar manner, the not quite so empty threat of the sadistic villain who took pleasure in inspiring mortal fear. Acutely aware he had matters to pursue that were perhaps almost as important, Blakus moved below decks on the Starbase, taking the lead in the foremost of the combing teams.
Arriving at a busy intersection close to where the tricorder-brandishing officer amongst them had detected a 0.2 Tesla field - indicative of a sphere's self-replication operation - Blakus had half the team move off closer to the main crowds, distracting them away from the small ante-room from which the field was emanating weakly; it would not do to cause a bomb scare. He entered the grey, featureless room, set up the external mag field with the help of his assistant, and scanned every surface; they heard a buzz and a click from the far corner, in a dark recess behind a rotting potted plant.
"Could it be the sphere's field?" his assistant wondered as she picked at one of the plant's leaves which crackled, broke and fell to the floor - as if in slow motion. "Chronitons..." she warned, her voice subdued, quiet, distant...
Blakus stepped forward, warning her, "Away from it!"
"Phase variances are fluctuating wildly; the waveform is randomised but is spread over a much greater range than is normally found in such phenomena..." the third of them was speaking, now rapidly, now slowly, as the temporal waves rippled out from the source concealed in the dark recess... "Let's reconvene," Blakus tried to order, but no words came.
Suddenly he was lifting the two revealed spheres - their cloaks having been deactivated by the 0.03 Tesla field he'd projected throughout the room. The temporal distortions fell away, sheared from reality in an abrupt zipping, a creasing of consciousness and his intentional lifeworld; the jigsaw piece of his subjective experience slotted into place, the rest dropping away to infinity or into dissolving blackholes. He lifted one sphere carefully and detached the panel in the way Milyanov had shown him during his explorations of the componentry; a mechanical voice resonated from the revealed inner-space (ultimately - as they'd later discover - from an EM source deep in the station's bowels; this was a bug with a speaker and as it would turn out, a camera),
"I wouldn't try disarming me if I were you."
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Post by Carl Torek on Feb 3, 2018 22:14:49 GMT
"....WHAT ! ...." Carl shouted as the Security team updated him on recent events.
"I'm sorry Admiral, but we had no idea that Admiral Tetsutaro would be targeted again. Given the protocols we had in place it was unthinka ....."
"Yet it 'DID' happen again !" he interrupted the clearly embarrassed Security Lieutenant. He pacer around Gheskori's office like a starved lion weighing up which of the two viable meals before him was worth the least effort. Likewise the two men stood before him were wondering how long they had left before the ranting Flag Officer threw them physically out of the nearest airlock.
"We couldn't have known Admiral." the Lieutenant risked in the lull, "We had men posted either end of the corridor."
Carl was no longer listening as he dropped into the chair and opened a comm to Sato's quarters ... Nia informed him that Tetsutaro was well, a little shaken but safe. She asked him to allow the Admiral to rest for the night and assured him she would update him hourly if necessary. Carl said there was no need but insisted he would visit first thing the following morning. Closing the comm he returned his attention to the two stood before him, taking a long moment before he trusted himself to speak:
"What happened tonight is a stark reminder that none of them were safe from attack ... That said, it has been made clear that whoever is behind these attacks are more than capable of reaching their target, despite our apparent efforts to prevent them doing so. I am ordering all Levels above the Level Five Hundred decompression Level out of bounds to all but approved Starfleet Personnel."
"Beg your pardon Admiral, but many of those Levels are used by our Civilian contractors, most of whom work in or around the Dome ....." the previously silent Security Officer said riskily, "..... Sir, if we restrict their movements practically nothing is going to get done. I'm thinking about the Starship's, their maintenance, repair."
"Yes, understood Lieutenant. I obviously didn't think that through." he said, rubbing his eyes which over the last five minutes had decided to apparently burn themselves from their orbs, "OK, disregard my last comment. So, suggestions ?"
"Increase Security ?" one offered, but realised it was a stupid suggestion given recent events.
"We could erm, 'tag' all those trusted to move freely around the Dome ?" the other said, though Carl wasn't sure if his comment was a suggestion.
"Well, there are several issues there. bio tagging has been tried bef ..." Carl began, but the first Officer interrupted him this time:
"No, Sir, Finch has got something ... We could irradiate all those approved. Something, an erm, element that we know is highly restricted, something even the rebels wouldn't be able to get their hands on without going through a plethora of checks, double-checks, and then further checks. It might not stop then all together, but it should at least slow their movement around the station, Sir ?"
Carl thought for a moment then nodded.
"I like it." he said, standing, "Dismissed Gentlemen." he watched the two exhausted Officers leave, then followed them out, he walked around the mezanine of the Command Center then stepped into a turbo-lift:
"Command Section Medical Center on Level Forty Six." he requested ..........
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