New Hanson Mission: Trust and Betrayal

[brelev]

Nurse Ellana returned to sickbay with a concerned look on her face. She headed strait for Brelev. "Umm, doctor..."

"Yes?" Brelev replied. She was helping an injured crewman up onto a biobed, ee had a few mild burns from a consul that had exploded. Sickbay only hosted a few patients so far, most with moderate injuries and burns. To top things off the medics where taking their time to arrive, Brelev would need to have a word with them later.

"That intruder those cadets had, I'm pretty sure it was the first officer." Ellana explained. "And the marine cadet grabbed the hypospray and injected the serum before I had a chance to explain that you wanted me to do it."

Brelev almost dropped her patient. "What do you mean is was S'reena!" She swore loudly in Denobulan, why had she not thought about that? S'reena was deathly allergic to any form of alcohol. "Cadet Warrick, take over for me here!" she hollared into her office, she needed to move fast, very very fast.

<Tag Dana>

Brelev grabbed a medkit and tapped her comm badge =A=Computer, I need a site to site transport sickbay to the Brig Command code Brelev, 785 Theta Kapa 12=A=

=A= unable to comply, transporters are off line=A= the computer replied.

Brelev swore loudly again in her native tongue. She headed out the door and jogged toward the turbolift, those had better be working.

=/\=Methos to Sickbay, Commander Brelev can you come to the brig with a med-kit?=/\=

=A=Already on my way Major=A= Brelev replied as she stepped into the turbo lift. It seemed to move very slowly.

She bounded into the Brig and imediatly headed to S'reena's side. She did not bother to pull out a tricorder, she already knew what was wrong; S'reena's histamine levels would be off the map. She programmed a strong anti-allergenic into her hyposray and administerd it to the First Officer. "I may need to get her to sickbay and I'll need your help, the transporters are off line." She explained to Methos as she took out her tricorder to see if her treatment was working. If this did not work they would need to flush the serum out of her system.

"Why was I not told the intruder would be S'reena?" She demanded angrily. "She could have been killed, whose idea was this?"

Before Methos could reply an unfamiliar gruff voice sounded over the comm system =A=This is Klingon Captain Krork, we have taken control of your vessel, prepare to surrender.=A=

Brelev looked over at Methos. "Is this part of the drill?"

<Tag Methos>

[tarapik]

methos said:

Methos stepped up and said, "That's enough Cadets, I'll take it from here. Halthor and Tarapik, wait for me in the security office, dismissed."

"I believe now would be the time to report to the bridge, as ordered, major" said Tarapik. After receiving permission by Metohs, Tarapik left the brig and headed to the turbolift. At that moment another hit shook the ship. Sparks flew trough the corridor. The Vulcan decided that now is the time to step up. He ran to the closest turbolift and almost shouted "Bridge!"

As the lift was traveling he took a deep breath and relaxed himself. "I AM a Vulcan!" Tarapik reminded to himself, despite not being very sure at the moment. Then the turbolift arrived at its destination and took him out of it.

When the door opened he saw a view, that made his self-confidence disappear again. There were 15 klingons and a trill man in the bridge. "This ship is ours" one of the klingons said. Fortunately the room was a bit noisy now, that the intruders were here, and no one heard the sound of the opening doors of the turbolift.

Tarapik thinked trough the situation quickly, decided that it's not time for heroism and sinked back into the lift. There he touched his communication badge and whispered:
=^=Cadet Tarapik to Security. There are 15 klingons and a trill male on the bridge. Apparently they have taken the bridge crew prisoner. I am currently in turbolift 1, next to the bridge. Request backup.=^=

<tag Halthor>

[vanderhalthor]

=/\=Cdt. Halthor Here i have gotten your response and i am on the way to your location, Cdt. Tarapik. I will also bring some equipment with me so that we can both be prepared with this new threat.=/\=

<tag cdt. tarapik>

=/\=Its good that you got my message, be ready when i arrive. I am also going to let lt. commander daya know what is going on.=/\= cdt. halthor replied and was a little edgy about this whole bridge problem, but it was his duty to perform as best he could. Cdt. Halthor then touched his comm badge and sent a communique out to lt. commander daya.

=/\=Cdt. Halthor to Lt. Commander Daya. We have a situation up in the bridge sir, 15 Klingons and 1 Trill have taken everyone in the bridge prisoner. I am heading to the brig with some equipment and will take these invaders off the ship.=/\=

<tag daya>

Cdt. Halthors tendrills were straight up this time and he was anxious to take care of the new invaders aboard the ship. More intruders and more he had to deal with. But it would seem that the intruders found there way to the brig and everyone was surrounded.

[Deleted]

~sciencelab~

D'Oro trembled as she heard the Klingon's message, but resolutely took up position near the only access to their lab. "Bring it on," she growled, as she motioned for Mallen to do the same. "Phaser on heavy stun," she instructed the cadet, "and just aim anywhere that even remotely shows some skin. And I mean anywhere!"

(Mallen)

~brig area~

S'reena had been eased to the deck and was breathing more evenly now that Brelev had injected her with large quantities of anti-histamines. She'd feel ill for a while, but she was gradually coming out of the dangerzone. She woke up just in time to catch the last of the Klingon's statement and she frowned. "What happened?" she wondered aloud, glancing in bewilderment from Methos to Brelev.

Before either could answer, four Klingons charged into the holding cell area, pushing several crewmembers out in front of them. While two saw to it that the crewmembers were locked away, the remaining two trained their weapons on the three officers and the cadet. "Drop your weapons," the female growled, training her weapon on Methos, "and tell that youngling to do the same." Then she motioned to S'reena. "You Romulan, get up."

S'reena glared back up, feeling nausea wash over her as she tried. "I can't," she answered.

"Get her up," the Klingon ordered Brelev, then motioned to Halthor. "Help her, then get in that cell. You too marine."

Within minutes, the four were locked behind a forcefield. "If T'Lana hadn't ordered this..." S'reena started, somewhat weakly. "This wasn't supposed to happen. I don't recall Klingons being part of the drill...."

[brelev]

Within minutes, the four were locked behind a forcefield. "If T'Lana hadn't ordered this..." S'reena started, somewhat weakly. "This wasn't supposed to happen. I don't recall Klingons being part of the drill...."

"Those where not holograms, I made a scan with my tricorder when they came in." Brelev replied, she was seated cross legged on the floor of the cell facing S'reena who they had laid down on the bunk. "And any cosmetic surgery like that would have had to come though me. I think this might be the real thing, the question is why are they here? I was under the impression we had a stable treaty going."

She was feeling anxious, the klingons had taken her medkit and tricorder which meant that if S'reena started getting ill again there was very little she could do. The cell was crowded, apparently the klingons decided cramming S'reena, Brelev, Methos, Halthor, Mullan and the 3 other crewmembers into one cell was appropriate. "Do any of you know how they got past our shields so quickly?" Brelev asked.

"No, we where just heading down the corridor to our stations when they ambushed us." One of the ensign's replied. "I didn't think a boarding party could happen so fast, I mean the ship was only hit a few times."

Brelev sighed, she had been split off from her cadet and her patients. Those Klingons would probably have very little pity for the injured crewmembers and Brelev doubted any of her nurses would have the gal to stand up for them. Michael might, maybe Dana would too, but it was doubtful that the Klingons would take either very seriously.

=A= Hey, I need to talk to who ever is in charge!=A= Brelev yelled over to the guard who had been left to keep an eye on them.

He laughed. "I hardly think you are in any position to make any demands."

"This is a training vessel, not a war ship, we have children on board, we where delivering medical supplies, what possible reason would you have to attack us?! Do you not realize that this is a direct cause for war?" Brelev yelled, she could not stand the Klingons, not one bit and this was utterly ridiculous.

"We don't need to explain ourselves to you." The guard replied. "I will contact our leader and tell him you wish to talk."

The guard went on his comm system, and Brelev waited impatiently for a reply. With S'reena ill that made her first officer, and since she held little hope in T'lana that meant she would have to do some diplomacy.

[kiralmallen]

The Klingon's announcement echoed in the science lab, causing a sudden chill to run down Mallen's spine. "Klingons?" She inquired quietly. Her voice trembled, and she was mostly just talking to herself. "I thought we were delivering medical supplies. What would Klingons want with us?"

Following Lieutenant D'Oro's instructions, she reset her phaser and stood next to the woman. Grasping it tightly in both hands, she aimed it approximately where she estimated a Klingon's head would be. Her hands trembled for a moment, but after a moment's concentration, she regained her composure. The science labs probably weren't a top priority for intruders, and she hoped the ship's security teams would take care of the problem before it got out of control. Then again, one never knew. She exhaled deeply and readied herself for anything.

[Daya]

OOC sssooooo sorry for the lack of posting, but i hope it wont be a problem any more.
Thank you to commander Hope for keeping it going
IC

Daya had been making his rounds on one of the lower decks when his comm badge beeped. =/\=Cdt. Halthor to Lt. Commander Daya. We have a situation up in the bridge sir, 15 Klingons and 1 Trill have taken everyone in the bridge prisoner. I am heading to the bridge with some equipment and will take these invaders off the ship.=/\=

=^= negative cadet, do not go the bridge, hide yourself in the jeffries tube, i'll come find you=^=

Daya rushed as quickly as he could to a console on the wall, locating the klingons, "aw, only 15?" he asked himself, luckily, none were on his deck. However two were closing in on cadet Halthor's location, he couldnt risk any contact with him at the moment.

He found the nearest access tunnel and began to climb up to meet with his cadet, still holding S'reena s honor blade. He stopped a few times along the way when he heard sounds, but was not challenged at all. When he finally reached the deck with cadet Halthor, Daya put S'reena's blade in his waist band, trying very hard not to cut himself, and slwoly opened a doorway, pearing outside. To his left were two klingons, both looking down a hallway.

Looking around for something to throw, Daya heard a muffled yelp, which the klingons also heard. Daya assumed it came from Halthor's location, so he made a rather desperate attempt to get the klingons attention back towards him. Letting the access door slam shut, he moved down the tunnel, and waited. When a klingon's head appeard, he kicked the back of it and pulled the klingon's body towards him using it as a shield.

The second klingon shot into the tunnel, killing the first, and hitting Daya in his shoulder. Reaching with his free hand, Daya grabbed the dead klingons knife, and stabbed the arm of the other, who backed out of the tunnel.

Daya heard a slight commotion from outside, and pushed himself back outside of the tunnel, to find Cadet halthor standing over the klingon's body. "Good work cadet, now, lets get these bodies into the tunnel and come up with a plan."

<tag Halthor>

[methos]

As they were being shuffled into the holding cell, Methos quickly looked around and saw that now one was looking at him directly, so he quickly grabbed a tri-corder, that was sitting on the security console, and hid it in his tunic. After the force field was put in place and the Klingons left, Methos kneeled next to Commander Sonak and Commander Brelev and whispered, "Commanders, I managed to sneak a tri-corder in with me. I am thinking about reprograming it to send a false life sign just out side the door. And then shut down the force field. Do you think that we can create a diversion to get the guard to check it out?"

<Brelev, Sonak>

[Magellan Lin]

Loran paced the bridge, Krork was not moving fast enough.

The remaining 4 klingon soldiers had rounded up the bridge crew and bound them up, pushing them into a corner.

"This is too slow, the crew compliment of an Intrepid class can be 150, and these are cadets so whilst inexperienced they will be reckless, and the instructors will be among the best of their field." The trill said with more than a hint of irritation

"You wont get away with this" Crystal snapped defiantly,

"Oh I will, I know more about Starfleet than you could fit into a lifetime. " He turned to Krork again. " By now Security teams will be being assembled to storm the bridge. Their senior officers will be making their way to Engineering to reassert command functions there"

"So What do we do?" Krork grunted,

"Its simple enough." Loran said, "Computer transfer command of the USS Hanson to Major Krork"

"Authorisation is required"

"Authoristaion Admiral Magellan Lin First Fleet Commanding. Command Code Pi- Alpha- Orion 161."

Crystal looked at Jason as she heard the command codes being issued, She recognised that name. Who wouldnt know the name of the Commander of Starbase Assailant and the First Fleet, thinking now, she realsied that athough she had never met the Admiral that this trill did fit his general description.

There was a pause.

"That code is not valid."

Lorans smile turned into a sneer, "So starfleet have managed at least managed to cancel mr command codes. Never mind theres more than one way to skin a sehlat. "

He crossed to Ops and quickly keyed in a series of command.

"What are you..." Crystal began to ask before she vanished in the hum of a transporter beam,

Krork screamed and raised his Batleth, "They will die for that"

Loran/Magellan shook his head a grin on his face,
"I did that."

"WHAT!"

"I just beamed everyone with a comm badge on into the shuttlebay and flooded enginerring and everything below deck 1 with anesthetezine gas."

Krork grined a toothy grin,

"Set course for the nearest planet, habitable or not, we'll drop them off there, see if they are warrior enough to survive" he chuckled.

Loran/Magellan tapped the comm panel.

=^=Hear this,=^= he said to the assembled crew of the HAnson cowering in the shuttlebay. =^= and this includes anyone who may have evaded the transporter or the gas. Any hostile move willl result in the bay doors being opened and you all being 'spaced'. You are our guests for a shortwhile, and then we will give to you a new home. Please do not resist Im sure I can outthink even the best of you.=^=

The comm went off and to add to the despair the lights in the shuttlebay were turned off leaving T'Lana, S'reena and her senior staff and cadets in the gloom.

[methos]

As Methos was about to use the decoy life sign, he felt the familiar buzz of being transported. The Brig disappeared, only to be replaced with the shuttle bay. Well, that makes things a little easier, he thought. He quickly scanned the area, he saw that the jefferies tube was unguarded. Just then the announcement came over the comm.

He went up to the captain and said, "Sir, I recommend that some marines and security personnel try and make their way to the armory. From there, we will attempt to take the ship back, after the crew gets dropped off, of course. Do you think that is logical?"

<T'Lana>

"Sir, I am going to try and do it anyway," he said and walked away. He went to where the marines were huddled together and said, "Listen up marines, Alpha and Bravo teams, your with me, the rest of you when you get planet-side, stay with the senior staff. Cadet Tarapik, I want you to stay with the Captain. Alpha and Bravo, wait for me by the jefferies tube." He left the group and headed toward Daya, who was already talking to the security personnel.

"I think you might be reading my mind, Commander. Are you sure your not Betazoid? I have two teams waiting by the jefferies tube entrance. Are you going to want to go with me or go planet-side? I think you should go planet-side and oversee security there," he said to Daya.

<Daya>

[tarapik]

Tarapik received response of his communication by cadet Halthor:

vanderhalthor said:

=/\=Cdt. Halthor Here i have gotten your response and i am on the way to your location, Cdt. Tarapik. I will also bring some equipment with me so that we can both be prepared with this new threat.=/\=

"I do not suggest you to do that, cadet" Tarapik whispered "the situation is too complex for two people to handle it, no matter what they have on their disposal.", but Vander had already closed the channel. The Vulcan gritted his teeth, but it was too late to argue with the headstrong and rather violent andorian. It was too dangerous to open a new channel, because it could be detected from the bridge.

Well, he had no other alternative than to get out of the place, hoping that Halthor will manage not to reach the bridge. "Security!" he whispered. The turbolift started humming. A few minutes later Tarapik was walking on the corridor on the deck of security quarters, wondering what to do next. He was forced to turn right behind the corner because of the arrival of the turbolift. Two klingons got out of it. Tarapik quickly thinked trough the situation and decided that logic dictates he won't be able to fight with them and, after they moved away, carried on trough the corridor. Tarapik decided that it's best to seek out major Methos and take new orders, but he couldn't ask the computer, it was going to be easy for the bridge to detect the query. His first step was going to be the brig, because that was the major's last known location.

Suddenly blue sparks surrounded Tarapik. He understood he was getting transported. When the transport was over, Tarapik looked around and noticed he was in a cargo bay. Around him almost the entire crew of the ship could be seen. The Vulcan also noticed major Methos and stepped over to him, asking: "What are your orders, major?"

methos said:

Cadet Tarapik, I want you to stay with the Captain.

After receiving his orders, Tarapik once again looked around and saw captain T'lana, also a Vulcan. He stepped over to her and saluted in Vulcan manners: "Captain T'lana, this is cadet Tarapik. I've been assigned to you by my instructor. What are your orders ?

<tag T'lana>

[tlana]

OOC:
My apologises for lack of posting these last few days. I have been incredibly snowed under with work – two presentations, and 2 essays are enough to kill anyone lol. I will do some back posting, and then bring things up to date.

ON:

T’lana found the nearest turbolift and instructed it to take her to the security level. She was most impressed at how quickly the Cadet’s had apprehended their ‘intruder,’ though in truth she suspected Commander Hope made it far too easy for them. She was not the most effective of officers.

As the lift began its upward ascent, T’lana consulted her padd that continued the results of her inspections. She had already identified several areas that needed improvement, particularly in sickbay.

A sharp jolt of the turbolift caused the padd to fall out of her hands. As she bent to pick the padd up, the lift shook yet again, this time causing both her and Major Methos to fall to the floor.

“Captain, are you alright?” Methos asked, concern in his voice.

“I am fine,” T’lana replied, pulling herself to her feet.

“I don’t recall this being part of the drill,” Methos said, as he too got back up onto his feet.

“That would be because it was not,” T’lana answered, as the turbolift came to a stop at the security level.

The two officers both stepped out of the lift, as they did so, the deck again shook violently. As T’lana tripped, she felt sick with disgust as Methos reached out to grab her.

“Steady Captain,” Methos said, as she composed herself.

“Indeed Major,” T’lana replied sternly, “continue to the security officer, I am going to the bridge.”

Before the Major could object, T’lana turned sharply, intending to use the jeffery tubes to get to the bridge. It was now clear to her that the ship was under attack, and from her recent experience, it was also apparent that the turbolift system was one of the damaged systems. It would not do for her to be trapped in one of those while the ship faced an unknown enemy.

Reaching the entrance point, she pulled aside the hatch and crawled in, it was as she was crawling forward that she suddenly realised that the ship was no longer shaking. She uncertain if that was a good or a bad thing.

As she reached out to open the next hatch that led to the ladder to the bridge, a gruff voice came over the comm system.

=/\= “This is Klingon Captain Krork, we have taken control of your vessel, prepare to surrender.” =/\=

If T’lana had been human, she would have cursed. Thankfully she was not a human, and knew instantly what she must do.

“Computer, this Captain T’lana, command code lock out, authorisation T’lana Pi Tango Two.”

The computer replied in acknowledgement, confirming that the primary command functions of the ship had now been disabled. However, T’lana knew that was likely only going to be a temporary occurrence. Whoever there attackers were clearly knew a great deal about the Hanson’s systems to be able to capture the ship in such a short amount of time.

Deciding it was no longer a viable option to attempt to access the bridge; T’lana instead opened the hatch below her, and started the downward climb to Engineering.

* * *

Upon arriving in Engineering, T’lana was pleased to see that there were no Klingons here, that could only mean not all areas had yet been taken.

“Report,” she commanded as she walked into the centre of the room.

“Captain” Commander Max Smith said, hurrying over to her, “we thought you were dead, we lost communication with the bridge several minutes ago, then all the command codes locked out.”

“How many Klingons were on the bridge before we lost communication?” T’lana asked, following Commander Smith to a nearby console.

“Fifteen,” Smith replied.

“Very well, on my mark prepare to transfer full command and control functions to Engineering, then flood the bridge with gas.”

“Aye Captain,” Smith replied, his hands already hovering over the controls.

“Computer, release command codes, authorisation T’lana Pi Tango Two,” T’lana said calmly, giving a sharp nod to the Chief Engineer.

However, much to T’lana’s shock, Commander Smith instead disappeared before her eyes, as a transporter beam claimed him, mere seconds later, she felt herself being taken as well…

With shock, she found herself in one of the shuttlebays, it appeared almost the entire crew was here. She was thankful to see that none appeared seriously injured, although all were typically displaying extreme emotional reactions.

Finding her senior staff gathered in one corner of the room, T’lana marched over towards.

“What happened?” she demanded when she reached them.

“We thought it was part of the drill,” Crystal said weakly, “but then they started to fire they knew our command codes for the shields, before we could even return fire, they had taken the bridge.”

“How is that possible?” T’lana all but yelled, her display of emotion shocked several groups nearby into silence.

“They were led by Admiral Lin,” Jason Reynolds said, coming to stand by Crystal, “he knows everyone of our defences.”

T’lana felt like her whole world was starting to fall apart. She of course knew of Admiral Lin’s disappearance, it was the reason Admiral Drew had been called to Starbase Assailant, and was now on the Jefferson. But none of the reports had even suggested Lin was in this area, or that he was working with Klingons.

Before anyone could say anything else, the familiar voice of Magellan Lin sounded over the comm, informing them of there deadly situation.

“Captain,” Methos said coming forward, “I have a suggestion.”

T’lana listened as Methos outlined his plan; she doubted it would succeed, least because the shuttlebay was no doubt now blocked off by force fields. She said as much to the Major.

She raised both her eyebrows in surprise, as the Major apparently disobeyed her, and began giving orders to his troops. Before T’lana could counter him, one of the Cadet’s approached her, introducing himself as Tarapik, and asking for his orders.

“Stop Major Methos from wasting our resources!” T’lana barked, no longer caring how emotional she appeared. First she had lost the ship, now her officers were no longer obeying her commands.

“Captain?” Brelev said approaching, “are you alright? Why don’t you come and sit down?”

“Sit down?” T’lana screamed, “I gave him an order!”

OOC:

I am going to leave it there. You are all free to write what happens next, however, Metho’s plan will fail, all of the crew Hanson crew will be transported down to the planet.

[Deleted]

S'reena almost vomited when the process of being transported made her feel as if her stomach decided to turn itself inside out. The soft bunk had made place for the stone-cold deck of the hangarbay. The upside was that there were shuttles parked about, which they could possibly access for food and water. ~and sending a distress signal~ the Romulan realised.

She beckoned Mallen over. "Do you know how to operate a shuttlecraft?" she whispered, her voice sounding a little shaky still, "I want you and Cadet Halthor as your back-up - not that much can happen in here - to enter one of the shuttles and try to get a distress signal out to Starfleet."

(Mallen/Halthor)

Startled looked up when she heard someone scream and was even further startled to see T'Lana screaming at Brelev. Climbing to her feet, though somewhat unsteady, she walked over to T'Lana. "Captain please, think of the cadets. You are their rolemodel. To see their captain on the brink of a nervous breakdown will do morale no good."

The Vulcan turned on her, her face flushed a deep shade of green in fury. S'reena took a step back, being in no shape to fight or argue. She was still feeling weak, despite the medication Brelev had administered to her, and she was in no mood to argue. "You are their rolemodel," she repeated, her voice a little stronger now, "act like it!"

(T'Lana)

The Romulan first officer sat back down and was joined by a very junior engineering officer. The girl looked pale, her eyes wide with fright. "What's going to happen to us?" she asked.

S'reena glanced up. "What is your name, petty officer?"

"Alaïs Chevalier ma'am," the girl answered, "engineer's mate, though I hope to get to starfleet academy next year."

"Well Alaïs, we don't quite know what's going to happen to us. Perhaps you could join Major Methos, and assist him in every way you can? I believe he's got an escape plan...though I doubt it'll work. Knowing Admiral Lin, that is, what I've heard about him, he's a very cunning individual."

Alaïs nodded, then offered a smile at the Vulcan captain, before saying hello to the other officers and remaining two cadets. "I'll go help the Major then. Are you coming to join me?" The girl glanced up at Warrick and Tarapik. "You look like you could use some distraction as well.....a futile escape plan is better than sit and wait right?"

(Warrick/Tarapik)

[kiralmallen]

For Kiral, being trapped in a shuttlebay with the entire crew was preferable to being shut in a science lab waiting for Klingons to find her. The change was welcome. She wasn't happy about it, but at least with everyone together they'd be able to work out a plan. Mallen knew that despite the announcement over the comm, they wouldn't be defeated without a fight.

The lights went out suddenly and she blinked until her eyes adjusted to the low levels of light. She saw Commander Hope waving her over and rushed over to reunite with her instructor. As she suspected, plans were already being devised, and she eagerly listened to the commander's idea.

Kiral nodded with some excitement. The invaders had made a sloppy mistake, and they were wasting no time in taking advantage of it. "Yes, I can work a shuttle, Commander. I'll get started on that right away." She visually scanned the shuttlebay until she saw Halthor, his blue skin making him stand out in the crowd.

The abrupt screaming echoed throughout the large room, and the sharp contrast to the general whispering made the Trill jump. She, like everyone else, turned to stare, and was shocked to witness her captain shouting at the doctor.

It was none of her business, but she knew things had to be bad to make a Vulcan blow up at the crew. Nevertheless, she had a job to do. She made her way up to Halthor and reached up to tap him on the shoulder. "Cadet Halthor? I'm Kiral Mallen." She extended her hand in greeting. "Commander Hope wants me to send a distress signal from one of the shuttles. You're in security, right? She wants you to come with me."

<Tag Halthor>

[vanderhalthor]

It was none of her business, but she knew things had to be bad to make a Vulcan blow up at the crew. Nevertheless, she had a job to do. She made her way up to Halthor and reached up to tap him on the shoulder. "Cadet Halthor? I'm Kiral Mallen." She extended her hand in greeting. "Commander Hope wants me to send a distress signal from one of the shuttles. You're in security, right? She wants you to come with me."

"Im certain its with the best intentions as well Cdt. Mallen. I will come with you and see what needs to be done" Cdt. Halthor shooks Cdt. Mallens hand with affirmation, and walked with Cdt. Mallen to the shuttle.

Halthor was skilled in mechanics, and knew some things on fixing ships and operating them. However he was only skilled enough to get to location a and b but didnt know the mechanics of the warp drive so this was going to be something new to him.

Both cadets took their attention from talking to one another to pursuing the shuttle operations and getting it readily available. This would be an interesting task for both of them, and somehow the commander knew that both of them would do very well.

[brelev]

Well the other senior officers worked on variose plans of escape Brelev headed around the shuttle bay to locate her medical team and see if anyone needed her attention. There was an extensive medkit located in the shuttle bay, Brelev found it in the hands Doctor Michael Hope, she seemed to have the same idea in mind.

"Michael, I want you to see to your wife and children right now. S'reena was given a dose of Sodium Pentathol during the drill. I did administer an anti-histamine, however she will take some time to make a full recovery. As for your children, I believe that the company of their parents might be in order right now. I can take care of the injured, I'll see if Cadet Warrick can give me a hand." Brelev explained, she took the medkit from him and gave him an encouraging smile.

He looked a little torn between his obligations to the heath of the crew, and to his family. "I guess someone need to monitor S'reena. Let me know if you need an extra hand."

Brelev gave him a pat on the back and headed around the room. She found Ellana and Alanna trying to make the injured from sickbay a little more comfortable on the cold Shuttle bay floor. Alanna looked like she was being pushed to the max, but seemed to be holding on. She was giving cheerful words to the patients, and seemed to be recounting her first encounter with Klingons. Ellena was fluttering back and forth, she was obviously not handling this very well.

"Crewman Massy" Brelev called out as she approached the two nurses, they both looked up;. "Sorry Alanna, I meant your sister." Alanna nodded and went back to her work, Ellena seemed to increase in anxiety. "Ellena, do I need to give you a sedative? If these people wanted to kill us they would have done so already. We are still alive and the crew is still together. You and your sister are doing good work, but I can't have someone so nervous around the injured, can you pull yourself together or should I find something else for you to do?"

"I... I think I'll be alright. Thank you doctor. "Ellena replied, she took a shaky breath and tried to put on a brave smile.

"Good girl, have you seen Dana Warrick, the cadet?" Brelev asked.

"Not since we where beamed over here. I think she headed off that way." Ellana pointed off the left.

"Thank you, here are some more supplies I found, use them sparingly and slip whatever you can into your tunic. If we get transfered to another location I want to make sure we have some supplies." Brelev ordered, Ellena nodded. Brelev headed off to find Dana.

She had thought about trying to talk to the Klingon captain about what he had planned for the crew, to see if they could meet an "understanding" but apparently the leader of this operation was not interested in a debate. Besides, it was T'lana's job, not Brelev's to make such arguments. Of course, given the state of the vulcan captain, Brelev was quite certain no attempt would be made.

<Tag Warrick>

[Daya]

OOC: it would appear i made a slight mistake and input Cadet Halthor, when he was in the brig, and it was cadet Tarapik(sp?) who was not,. so i hope that is ok

IC:

Daya and cadet Tarapik were conversing when the familiar sensation of being transported overcame them. Looking around Daya noticed they were in a shuttle, bay, along with everyone else. "Well, that solves the problem of finding help" Daya said to himself, He noticed the Jefferies tubes on the outside of the shuttle bay were ungaurded, he immediatly started issueing orders to his security teams, getting two teams ready to enter the tubes, Major Methos approached him in mid sentence.

"I think you might be reading my mind, Commander. Are you sure your not Betazoid? I have two teams waiting by the jefferies tube entrance. Are you going to want to go with me or go planet-side? I think you should go planet-side and oversee security there," he said to Daya.

"i'm quite certain Major, that I am no betazoid, and i disagree with you, no one in starfleet who is onboard this ship knows more about klingons than me, and I have very capable replacements who will take my place on the surface." Daya said as he stood near on set of Jefferies tubes, completly ignoring the captain who was screaming about the major. " besides, who will come to get you when you get caught?" he asked as he smiled

<tag Methos>

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On the bridge…

Krork laughed as he witnessed the pathetic Vulcan Captain’s outburst on the security monitor. He had always believed the Vulcans to be a weak people, he would never trust anyone who refused to enjoy life, it was a grave dishonour to oneself not to enjoy the benefits that nature had given them. Still, he could not expect aliens to understand that.

He looked across to his old friend, and lowered his head in appreciation. When this new Loran had come to him, he was ashamed to admit he had been at first distrustful, believing it to be a Starfleet plot. But not now, now he could see his old friend, and he could see the future! Loran’s new body was a Starfleet Admiral! The knowledge and abilities she possessed would make him the greatest Klingon in history! Great songs would be sung about him, and his statue would be in the Hall of Heroes! Great honour would be won this day!

“Time until we reach our guests new home?” he growled at the warrior manning the helm station.

“One hour my Lord,” the warrior replied with a toothy grin.

“Have ten barrels of bloodwine beamed aboard,” Krork ordered happily, “in one hour, we celebrate!”

In the shuttlebay…

T’lana glared at her insubordinate First Officer. How dare she talk to her about setting an example! The woman had made a career out of breaking Starfleet regulations, if she had not abandoned her post on the bridge, none of this would have happened.

As T’lana prepared her response, she suddenly became aware of many pairs of eyes watching her, shock on many faces of the crew. It was then she realised how much she had lost control, being surrounded by all these emotional creatures was having an effect on her. She needed to mediate, to clear her mind. Unfortunately that appeared unlikely to happen in their current situation.

Taking a very deep breath, she applied several training techniques to relax her body, and calm her mind. It would not do to lose control in-front of the crew again, no matter how emotional they were.

Standing to her feet, she made her way to the Klingon guard who was standing at the exit. Straightening her back, and glaring at him with an icy stare, she became to speak slowly and calming, the Klingon mind was not advanced enough to understand complicated speech.

“I wish to speak to your Captain,” T’lana said calmly, “This is a Federation vessel, under the terms of the Alliance treaty you are committing an act of war.”

The Klingon ignored her. Instead he continued to stare straight ahead, a murderous look in his eyes.

“Do not be so dense Klingon,” T’lana said in a cutting tone, “do you honestly believe Starfleet will not react to this? A fleet of starships will be sent to this location within hours.”

The Klingon continued to stare passed her, apparently watching several female crewmembers who were huddled together.

Suddenly the deck plating began to shake gently, almost as if the ship was entering turbulence. T’lana was unsure what was happening, until she heard several crewmembers more experienced with the Hanson’s systems exclaiming that the ship was landing.

“Where are you taking us?” T’lana demanded, “We are Federation citizens!”

This time the Klingon did reply, he grabbed T’lana and forcefully threw her across the room. She landed in a heap at the feet of Commander Hope. Remembering her mind techniques, T’lana pulled herself back to her feet, and tried her best to remain civil.

“What do you suppose they are doing?” she asked of her senior officers, who were gathered around her.

[Deleted]

"Isn't that obvious?" S'reena answered as she supported her Vulcan captain, before the woman shook her off with an angry glare in her direction. "Throwing Vulcan captains across the room." She ignored the chuckles from the other officers and the two remaining cadets. "No, it feels like we're landing, feel the distinct tremors?"

She glanced directly at T'Lana. "Admiral Drew has landed this ship once, but Admiral Keztrek and Captain Marcell have landed her often as well. I know every tremor aboard this ship, and this one indicates we're initiating landing procedures."

The Romulan glanced up at the Klingon officer, whose face gave little away beyond a snarl and general dislike. She stayed well away from him, not trusting any Klingons. Any but the one Klingon she'd ever served with, and he was not here right now. "I'm going to check on Mallen and Halthor," she said after a long silence, "Doctor, please take care of the captain. She seems...shaken."

With that, she walked away as gracefully as currently possible. She still felt unsteady on her feet, but her confidence was growing with every second that passed. The medications Brelev had given her were obviously starting to kick in at last, much to S'reena's own relief. She hated being dependant on others, and incapable of fending for herself.

She made a casual stroll among the crew, trying to lose the Klingon's eyes on her, before finally ducking into the shuttle. "Any luck?" she asked, though she already saw controls in the shuttle were malfunctioning.

(mallen/halthor...succeed in sending transmission, before power fails in shuttle...but gain no response to it)

[vanderhalthor]

Whispering, "Looks like we got the message out in time, but the power to the shuttle shut down immediately after we sent out the transmission. I think if we use some of the shuttles power converters and relay the power to the transmitter we might just get a clear signal and have no interference." Cadet Halthor told commander hope the good news and continued on his repairs with the transmitter."

The shuttle was in the docking area ready to take off at any moment and had the necessary materials for doing an away mission. Halthor thought that boosting the power to the transmitter might get enough of a signal for them to send out to the crew.

The two continued to work on the transmitter and still no luck through the making. Somehow a lightning bolt from the sky had to send the transmission back up to normal. "Cdt Mallen you take this power converter and plug it directly into the shuttle and lets see if it works"

<cdt mallen>

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Konal was purposefully adrift in space, continuing to read her padd filled with the latest Starfleet operational procedures. The ion trail she had found was dissipating, making her wonder if she was going to have to go looking for the Hanson.

An indicator blipped, interrupting her reading. A singularity was traveling quickly toward her location. She had never seen such a singularity, and before she could do any additional analysis, a Klingon Bird of Prey decloaked off her port bow. In a single short photon burst, the main power aboard the shuttlecraft was taken out. A tractor beam pulled the relatively tiny shuttle into the vessel's docking bay. The bay was immediately flooded with a foul smelling gas, and Konal quickly fell asleep

* ~~~~~~~~~ *

The Cardassian awoke to find herself on a hard board, on what seemed to be a Klingon sickbay. Nobody was present. Assessing her situation, she noticed she was still wearing her uniform, but her comm badge was removed.

After a few minutes of trying to break free of her restraints, the warp engines noticeably quieted. A Klingon officer removed the constraints on Konal, who offered no resistance. At her age, resistance was futile.

Taking her back to her ship, the officer forcibly threw her into the side door. It was completely unnecessary since Konal did not give a fight. She remained calmed, and did not engage the Klingon; not in talk, and not in action.

She felt herself being transported, but when she awoke she found herself still in the same location in the shuttle. "Strange" she thought. She was pretty sure she just transported. She sat still, wishing not to provoke any Klingons waiting to demonstrate their strength.

After waiting for what seemed like hours, but was only a few minutes in reality, Konal decided enough was enough. She was going to demand to talk to the Klingon captain, no matter what the consequences were. The rhythmic vibrations, signaling that the Klingon ship was landing, was getting to Konal.

She opened the door, and to her surprise, found herself in a Starfleet shuttle bay. "This explains the transport," she rationalized. "I wonder if I am in the Hanson now?". She had no time to ascertain her answer, when she was hit across the head with a blunt object. Before she lost consciousness, she saw the face of a Klingon enjoying the moment.

[methos]

"I'm quite certain Major, that I am no betazoid, and I disagree with you, no one in Starfleet who is onboard this ship knows more about Klingons than me, and I have very capable replacements who will take my place on the surface." Daya said as he stood near on set of Jefferies tubes, completely ignoring the captain who was screaming about the major. “Besides, who will come to get you when you get caught?" he asked as he smiled.

"You do have a point there. Now let’s finalize our plans," Methos said.

As they were discussing the plan to retake the ship, an engineer's mate walk up to them and said, "Major, I am Petty Officer Alaïs Chevalier and I was instructed by Commander Hope to help out as best I can."

"Ok, Petty Officer, can you come up with a feasible way to deactivate the force field at the first junction?"

<Hope (as PO Chevalier)>

"Sounds good to me, get on it. And have two of these security officers go with you," Methos said as he turned back to Daya to finish what they started.

-------------------Minutes Later------------------

"Major, The force fie...." before PO Chevalier could finish the shuttle bay disappeared only to be replaced by a seemingly barren planet prison. "....ld is down," PO Chevalier said, "Oh damn; well there goes our chance to take back the ship."

"Its alright Petty officer, you did your best," Methos said as he turned back to Daya, "I guess maybe we should have taken our commbadges off."

<Daya>

[Deleted]

Alaïs frowned at the marine. "Perhaps I didn't do enough," she countered, "forcefields are my specialty you know. Who do you think enforced the forcefields around the warpcore, so that people will keep their hands off it? Many a newcomer wants to have a touch at the warpcore, now they'll get a nasty zap when they even come near. A nice sharp jolt up the arm will change your idea."

S'reena briefly patted the shoulders of the two cadets she was with, when she noticed their small group of cadets and senior staff was joined by another woman. A Cardassian, wearing a starfleet uniform. Over in the corner sat T'Lana, looking none too happy but the Romulan thought it best to leave her be right now. To disturb her would quite likely be equal to having a death wish right now. At least, if she would do it. "Mallen, Halthor why don't you see if you can cheer up the good captain?"

(Mallen/Halthor)

S'reena walked over to Daya, Methos, Tarapik and Chevalier. "Any idea what you may have triggered?" she asked, though she knew very well that they couldn't have activated any transporter. They were willfully transported here, wherever 'here' was. "Tarapik, stay with Commander Daya, and see if you can scout around a little. Methos, Chevalier, do the same. Keep in contact with eachother." She glanced at Daya, then held out her hand. "I'd like my blade back though," she smiled, indicating the polished and engraved blade at his waist. "You've held on to it long enough now."

(Tarapik)

She glanced at Warrick and Brelev. "You all right doctor, cadet?" she querried, "I'd like you two to keep an eye on everyone. If you still have a tricorder, keep tabs on everyone. I want to know at the first sign of trouble."

S'reena knew she was far from being in the green herself, but now was not the time to stay still and recover. These cadets were her responsebility and she couldn't ask of the doctor to be and command officer and doctor to them. She didn't think it fair.

Now, she walked over to the Cardassian officer, and beckoned Brelev and Warrick over. "Starfleet," she mentioned, "looks to be a nasty blow to the head." When she briefly touched the Cardassian, the woman stirred and moaned, and finally opened her eyes.

"Easy." S'reena gently pushed the woman back down, then gestured towards Brelev. "Doctor Brelev is going to take a look at you. You were unconscious. I'm Commander S'reena Hope, first officer of the USS Hanson. Who are you?"

ooc: as you may have noticed, I've only tagged the cadets and have foregone tagging the instructors.

[tarapik]

Tarapik was surprised that the captain had lost control over her emotions. She hysterically ordered him to stop major Methos and his plan for escape. He wanted to explain her that there is no logic in staying in one place, saving resources, but T'lana didn't listen to him. Tarapik gave up and headed for the marine instructor's group.

He silently watched, as a petty officer was lowering the forcefield, guarding the Jefferey's tube and blocking their exit. Just as the field went down, Tarapik once again felt the sensation of being transported and was surrounded by the blue matter stream. A few seconds later it was over. The Vulcan looked around and saw that the crew was now in somekind of a barren planet prison. They were actually in a not very big cave with only one exit. Tarapik looked around, expecting to get orders from Methos, but commander Hope did that first.

hope said:

"Tarapik, stay with Commander Daya, and see if you can scout around a little.

she ordered.

"Aye, sir" Tarapik responded. He took out and activated his tricoder while walking toward Daya. "Commander," Tarapik told him when he got to him "I am detecting a forcefield on the entrance of the cave. I believe I can lower it. I do not know what we can do on an unknown planet, but I believe we will be better of outside." Then he raised his head and asked "Shall I proceed?"

<tag Daya>

[brelev]

As S’reena effectively distracted the elderly Cardassian women with questions Brelev was able to tend to her injuries. There where not many Cardassians in Star Fleet, and those that had joined where often young enough to have few memories of the former conflicts between the two empires. So Konal’s age interested Brelev, who suspected the women had not been serving with Star Fleet her entire career. “She has a mild concussion and is experiencing some blood lose from the wound on her head.” Brelev reported.
What kind of Klingons where these beating on an old women? There was no honour in wounding the defenceless, even if the defenceless was a Star Fleet officer. Of course the women’s race may have had something to do with it, Klingons and Cardassians got along as well as, well, Klingons and tribbles.

“Dana, did you manage to smuggle in a tissue mitigator, I only had room in my boot for a tricorder, hypospray and exoscalpel.” Brelev asked, turning to her cadet.

<Tag Dana>

Brelev took the tissue mitigator. “I’m going to administer a shot of rexaline to help with the pain, but I do need you to stay awake.” She did not have much on her to deal with the concussion, or the blood lose, but the blood would replace itself and as long as the women remained conscious the concussion would be manageable. Brelev applied the hypospray to the Cardassian’s broad ridged neck. Hyposprays always had a harder time with the Cardassians then other humanoids, and Brelev found she had to hold the hypospray in place longer. “Dana, I’m going to hold her head and I want you to patch up that gash. Take it slow and steady okay, just like in the simulations back at the academy.”

<Tag Dana>

Once the Cardassian’s head was healed Brelev took off the thick jacket-like tunic of her uniform and wrapped it around the women to keep her warm. The planet was chilly, and beyond the crew of the Hanson Brelev could see other dishevelled figures moving around in groups. It struck her that this was not the kind of place one travelled about alone. She had never been in a prison before, and counted herself lucky, until now. She had little idea of what to expect from the others trapped here, although suspected that the Hanson crew was the biggest group there. “Commander Hope, I think it would be advisable to call a meeting of the senior officers and cadets.”

<Tag S’reena>