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Post by yrdisblayne on Feb 15, 2005 13:38:05 GMT
Finally cleaned up, YrDis was heading for his favourite chair. He had brought it all the way from Ornara and had been looking forward to sitting in it since he had gotten back to the Hanson. His entire body was aching and the only remedy he could think of was relaxing in his chair with a cold mug of Ornaran ale.
He had gotten his drink, put it down on the table and actually had his hands on the arms of his chair in prepartation of easing himself in when the door chime rang. The sound froze him into immobility.
He sighed in a tornado like fashion and briefly considered ignoring it. Unfortunately, he was on call at all times.
Straightening back up, YrDis walked over to the door, opened it and blinked twice with surprise at the unhappy looking figure that was framed in his doorway. "Cadet, can I help you?"
"I need to to speak to you, Counsellor" she replied. YrDis stood aside and she strode into his quarters.
The counsellor walked away and started preparing himself mentally. He had never counselled a Cardassian before.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 15, 2005 14:56:38 GMT
(OOC: Actually S'reena is correct. According to the Intrepid Specs I use, found here: techspecs.acalltoduty.com/intrepid.html , the CO and FO quarters are Executive Quarters and are each equipped with a water shower) Jason had gone to his quarters after checking himself over in Sickbay, to change back into a uniform. He looked at himself in the mirror at he put his shirt on. Something on his neck made him pause. He stepped closer to the mirror and examined the side of his neck. There was a small cut on his neck, like a scar. He grabbed his medical tricorder and scanned it. Jason: Thats no cut. Thats an incision. He quickly put his uniform on and went to Sickbay. He walked in and sat down. Jason: Computer, run a full scan of my neck. Report any abnormalities. Michael: What are you doing? Jason: Confirming a suspicion. A few tense moments later, the scan was complete. Jason went over to his Office to check the results. Jason: This is odd. Theres a small device in my neck. He downloaded the information into a PADD and went to the Briefing. He sat down, but tapped the PADD on his hand.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 15, 2005 19:30:57 GMT
Danara bite her lip nervously, she didn't really want to be here, but Commander Mortatt made it quite clear to her what the consequences would be if she did not pay the ship's counsellor a visit.
"Please, sit down cadet." Yrdis gestured to a chair at his desk. Danara sat down tensly.
"How about we begin by you telling me why you are here." Yrdis took a PADD out of his deck, and leaned forward attentivly.
Danara saw no point in denying anything, and so she got right to the point. "My instructer says that unless I have my personnal problems under control by the time we dock at "The Conquerer" I will not be permitted to Graduate. I wasn't sure were to begin so I have come to you."
"I don't solve people's problems for them, I simply guide them into understanding their own problems so that they may face them." Yrdis leaned back in his chair. "Any idea what specific problems Commander Mortatt wants us to examine?"
"I supose he meant my issues with Cadet Lorre, but resently I have been wondering... if perhaps she is only hopeing that we will unearth more issues. I do not believe that my instructer sees a place for me in Starfleet, In fact I believe she is not the only one who sees it that way." Danara recalled the conversation with Lorre, Cardassians have no place shairng in the peace of the Federation was she right? Cardassia had only accepted membership for self preservation, after the failed occupation, then their war against the Klingons and the Dominion. They had no other choice.
"And you are beginning to doubt your place here as well?" Yrdis was obviosly a keen observer.
"When I expressed intrest in applying for Starfleet my parents were not supportive, they warned me that I may not be accepted. I took this as a challenge toward my capability, and focused on nothing else. Now I find myself doubting this decision." Danara smoothed out the uniform she had tried so hard to achieve.
Yrdis forrowed his brow "Tell me, are you certain that the rest of the crew sees you in this way, or are you perhaps superimposing your parent's own opinion on them."
Danara thought about this for a moment. "I trust my parents, they have never led me astray before. I simply have observed the actions of the other cadets and enough to see that they would rather I not be here."
"Do you speak of all the cadets, or one in particular?" Yrdis asked calmly. "do not let Lorre's personnal opinions effect your choices, she has her own problems to deal with."
"Has she come to you as well, what has she said!?" Danara's deep mistrust began to swell.
"I am not permitted to share anything about cadet Lorre. She has not come to me, but I have been observing her as while as all the other cadets." Yrdis replied sternly.
"And what have you observed about me?" Danara asked insistantly
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Post by yrdisblayne on Feb 15, 2005 20:40:21 GMT
YrDis had sat and watched Danara as she gave him a brief overview of the difficulties that she had faced both at home and here in Starfleet. It seemed to echo a school of thought that his psychiatric colleagues had been considering via subspace for some time regarding the Cardassians. Over the last century or so, the planet had been a fairly uninterrupted success, and suddenly they had been crushed several times in war. That sort of shock in a species that placed such importance on it's military could inspire a species wide depression and paranoia, leaving a entire species rudderless and searching for a new identity.
That seemed to be part of Danara's problem. Everyone was against her in her mind, even her parents. She had made matters worse by insulating herself from the social interaction in Starfleet that might have made the situation bearable.
However, things weren't all bad. Danara had decided to come to Starfleet in the first place. A major step to join one's former enemies. However, even in that, there was a gesture of desperation, a desire to be part of a success. That could indicate the deep down Danara felt her species was no longer worthy of her allegiance.
After this analysis, YrDis thought that what Danara needed most were some friends who supported her decisions and liked her. That would quickly stop the self destructive thought process she had taken. He thought quickly about a response that might give her some immediate support.
"Danara, I feel that you have something positive to offer not only to Starfleet, but to those around you. I watched you on the planet, and I feel that you acted with bravery and honour." He watched carefully as she absorbed the unexpected compliment. It's probably been a while since she's heard one, YrDis thought to himself. Then she tensed again, and the counsellor wondered what he had missed.
"I have no bravery or honour" she spat. "That Bajoran saved my life on the planet so that she could laugh at me as I lived my life in shame, owing my life to her!"
YrDis raised his eyebrows. So that was what had brought this matter to a head. Melain had saved Danara somehow on the planet, and now Danara was so upset and getting more locked into her circle of blame and paranoia. This would have to stop quickly.
"Danara!" YrDis said sharply, interrupting the Cardassian's tirade. "Are you happy to be alive?"
"Wh-what?" she stammered.
"Are you happy to be alive?" the counsellor asked again.
The question stopped her cold. She thought carefully, then said "Yes."
"Good. I'm glad that you're alive as well. I think that Cadet Lorre is happy that you're alive, too." Danara looked at him in a puzzled way. "Danara, despite what you may have heard, most species are happy when there are others around to help, because doing so makes them happy. I think that you have some things to figure out, but myself and others like me are here to help, and are happy to do so. I don't counsel because it's my job, but because I enjoy helping others. I'm just lucky enough to really enjoy what I do."
Danara nodded, so he continued. "I think that your first assignment for me will be to do something nice for someone. It doesn't matter who or what. Once you're done, I would like you to come back and tell me how you felt when you did it and what you think the person that you did that thing for felt as well. Do you understand your assignment?"
Danara nodded, wide eyed. She clearly had no idea as to why she was being asked to do something nice, but stood and left the YrDis' quarters.
The counsellor rubbed his eyes. He was using the Cardassian love of orders to get the woman to be nice to someone. YrDis only hoped that person, whoever it was would be nice back. However, he had faith that was what would happen. One good turn usually returned another.
He stood up from the chair that was near the couch where Danara had been sitting and walked back over to where his now warm ale sat. Sighing, he picked it up, carried it back to the replicator and got a new one.
He had just placed his hands back on the arms of his favourite chair in preparation to sit down when the voice of the first officer filled his quarters. "Commander Blayne. We're having a conference regarding the Cragorians and your attendance is required."
YrDis closed his eyes. "Acknowledged" he replied. Straightening up, he looked regretfully back at his chair, then turned and walked out of the door and into the corridor beyond.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 15, 2005 23:05:24 GMT
Filled with renewed purpose Danara headed back to her quarters. She hadn't expected the response Councilor Yrdis had given her, but being nice to someone was something she could do. However the purpose of this seemed foolish, she did things for people often and no one seemed to notice. There would be one person who would notice this particular action, and her response would be worth the personal lose and possible anger from Danara's parents.
In her quarters Danara reached deep inside her suitcase and pulled out a long box made of dark red wood. She opened it and examined her reflection in the instrument’s polished surface. No one in her family had ever been able to play it, but no one had dared sell least they incur the wrath of her grandfather. Now she would risk that wrath, but what for? Surely Lorre wouldn't be grateful, she'd probably put it in the replicator for recycling, and that would not be good. Danara placed the instrument on Lorre's bed and headed strait for the rooms replicator. "Computer, turn off the replicator" she ordered "Replicator is now offline." "Do not turn it back on again until security code Cadet 3 is provided." There, that would allow her to rescue the instrument before Lorre could do much damage. "Understood" The computer chirped. My next shift is not for 2 hours, surely Lorre will be back by then Danara reasoned, and decided to stay in the room until her roommate returned so that she could witness the Bajoran's response
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Post by Deleted on Feb 15, 2005 23:36:24 GMT
He was late. In his hurry to shower off the minimal (compared to the away team) grit, sand, and sweat, Tony had lost track of time.
He jogged down the corridor, struggling to button the collar of his uniform. Soon he arrived on the bridge, and used the time it took to walk across the bridge to the conference room to compose himself. He wiped a lock of black hair out of his eyes and strolled into the room.
Everyone was already present. He wondered how long they had been waiting for him. Taking his place at the head of the table, he hurried to start the meeting. He should have started it as soon as they had arrived back on the Hanson.
"Am I correct in assuming that the Cragorians attacked and drugged you all?" Tony asked. This was what he had gathered from the hurried conversation that had taken place in the underground corridors on Jesin.
"That's it basicly." Yridis said, "But their motives are the question, captain."
Before Tony responded to that, Jason interupted, "I have found something alarming that needs immeadiate attention, sir." Tony nodded for him to continue, "I was getting dressed when I discovered a small scar on my neck. I scanned it in sickbay and I discovered there is a small device embedded in my neck."
"Are you suggesting that the Cragorian's put it there when you were drugged, doctor?" Lorre Melain said, suprised.
"That's exactly what I'm suggesting. And I also beleive that the Cragorians did-" Jason started, but Frek finished the sentence for him.
"Did the same to the rest of us?" The andorian said, showing more confidence now than he had at the first conferance meeting.
"Exactly." Jason flipped out his tricorder and ran it over Owen's, who was closest to him, neck, then looked up at them all grimly, "Owen has it too."
"Do we know what it is?" Asked S'reena, looking worried.
"Not without surgically removing it."
"Is there any risks in doing so?" Tony said.
"Not as far as I know."
"Then when this meeting ends please start removing them." Tony ordered and Jason nodded.
"I wouldn't be suprised if it was a spying device." Lorre said quietly. Tony agreed with her but didn't reply.
"What else happened down there?" He asked.
DJ spoke, "They were about to perform some sort of surgical procedure on us when we escaped. They kept making sinister sounding comments."
"It sounded like they were going to brain-wash us." Said Owen.
"Then that's probably what they were going to do. Good thing you got out of there." Tony said, "I'm going to end this meeting, we don't know what these devices in your neck's are. Doctor Black, Cadet Lorre please start the surgical procedure and get back to me as soon as possible. If you do not believe yourselves capable of doing surgery have Doctor Hope do it. Who would you like to operate on?"
<Black/Lorre>
"Very good. Everybody else, get some rest. I'll keep you all updated. Dismissed."
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Post by fthelev on Feb 16, 2005 2:13:28 GMT
The officers in the room left in little groups. Melain had already disappeared to sickbay with Dr. Black, while Frek picked up the final remains of his once unscarred uniform. When got up he saw Blayne saying some final words to Johnson and left as well. “Owen,” Frek called, “Wait up.” “In for some coffee?” Johnson informed. “Sure,” Frek said as dumped the bag and its contents in the wastedisposal unit, “I was about to suggest the same thing. We’ll probably be called to sickbay soon anyway.”
The two young men sagged down heavily on their chairs in a corner of the messhall. Johnson took a swig from his cup of whatever he was drinking and clamped the cup in his two hands, as if trying to warm them with it. “What do you think these devices are?” Frek put his bowl of cappuccino on table and reached for another chair, moved it into a comfortable position and rested his feet on it. “I would say they’re tracking devices,” Frek said, “And perhaps to trigger a command.” Johnson nodded. “Maybe the chip was injected. It would require us to be drugged, but doesn’t bring the necessity to take us to that bunker in the first place. When they had everything prepared for that brainwashing thing, they tracked us down and brought us in. Simple and effective.” “Yep,” Frek agreed. He tried his coffee, burned his mouth and decided it was still to warm to drink. “Although it apparently didn’t work for Blayne. They took him to that underground base the first time as well.” They both sat in silence, pondering upon the events. Frek tried his coffee once more and came to the conclusion he could drink it safely know. “You know,” he said between to sips, “This could’ve ended really creepy. They could’ve programmed us to do almost anything.” “And switch us on and off like that,” Johnson snapped his fingers. “It’s a damn good thing we got out in time Owen.” Frek shivered by the thought of what this all might have resulted in.
Still, he couldn’t really see what the Cragorians wanted to do with one single Intrepid-class starship. After all, Starfleet officially classified it as a light explorer, not as a warship. Something started to brew in Frek’s mind. He had noted a few things when they first arrived.
He didn’t think much of it, until now. For a start, when they arrived at the system he increased scans for local traffic, which was normal practice. A collision in space is not something you want to experience to often. Surprisingly, his scans revealed very little traffic, except a few transports in low orbit. Almost all of their dealings in this joint ‘training mission’ had all been conducted through one person. Jaril. From Ietta the female Cragorian that met them on arrival had more or less disappeared. It struck Frek as a bit odd that they didn’t have anymore contact with her. After all, she governments senior representative in making contact with Starfleet.
If Jaril was part of, let’s say a faction with some plans on their own, he would have, with the Hanson under his control, a powerful asset in his hands to overthrow his government. Especially with the limited space recourses the Cragorians seem to have. With their sort of exophobic behaviour they probably never saw the need for building an interstellar fleet. With the Hanson they could reduce every city on the planet surface from high orbit. A civil war would be over before it even started.
Frek reviewed all the details of his contemplations once more. It sounded plausible enough. His cappuccino had gone cold in the meantime. He got up and replicated a refill for Johnson and himself. “What are you thinking of,” Johnson asked suspiciously, “You’re a bit quiet.” Frek nodded and with a soft voice he layed out his contemplations on the whole matter to Johnson. “You think we should tell the captain?” Frek asked, he wondered if it would be his place to suggest such things to the captain.
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Post by shhouse on Feb 16, 2005 7:32:22 GMT
"I don't know, it seems logical however there are discrepancies. Firstly how did they get to the planet, I don't think that the Cragorians were indigenous to the planet, secondly their domes were quite well built and it would also be logical that they had more extensive underground complexes. Also it appears as if they were capable of blocking the Hanson's sensors when they wanted to so they might actually have shielding that they are able to activate." Owen said in between taking sips from his now pleasantly cool iced chocolate.
=/\= "Cadets Thelev and Johnson please report to sickbay"=/\=
"We could bring these theories before the captain after we have the devices removed." Owen said as he downed the rest of his drink. "We'd best get to sickbay, they might reprimand us if we don't hurry."
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Post by fthelev on Feb 16, 2005 12:15:19 GMT
“We actually know that they are not indigenous to this planet,” Frek said, “But hat doesn’t mean anything. They might have the knowledge, but choose not to use it. If they have everything they need here and are not interested in space exploration, than why built new ships? The ones they used to get here are hundreds of years old and either scrapped or museum pieces.” Johnson and Frek stood up and headed for sickbay. “Yeah, but what about the underground complex and the shielding?” Johnson asked, still not entirely convinced. “The underground complex might be built by the faction Jaril belongs to,” Frek explained, “His faction, which I think does not represent the government, might have built it. As a secret base of operations from where they can coordinate their efforts to overthrow the government.”
Silently they stepped into the lift. “Deck five,” Johnson said. “It’s unlikely the cities are shielded,” Frek said, “It would require vast amounts of energy and I doubt they can produce that much, let alone keep it up for along period.” “Besides,” Frek pointed out after giving it some thought, “None of the cities on Federation worlds have cities that are shielded. That’s why they are so vulnareble to orbital bombardments. We’ve seen that in the Dominion war.”
The lift stopped again and less than a minute later the two men were in sickbay.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2005 14:27:40 GMT
"There you guys are." Melain greeted her fellow cadets. "Everything is set up to go, so why don't you decide who's going to go first."
"I'll go first" Frek Volenteerd, although Melain could tell Owen was about to do the same thing. "This isn't your first surgery is it?" he asked hesitantly.
"No, while actualy it's the first surgery out side the holodeck where I won't just be passing the doctor medical Instraments. Don't worry Dr. Black's going to be right here watching me." Melain laughed as she prepped the instraments
"You have no idea how much that consoles me." Frek replied slightly sarcastically as he hopped up on the surgical bed.
"I'm giving you a sedative, so you won't be awake at all during the process." Melain pressed a hypospray to the side of Frek's neck and they began the surgery.
less then fifteen minutes later Frek was off the table and Owen had taken his place, Melain had a vague feeling that this was going to start feeling like an assembaly line. Once the two cadets had the devices removed they were told to rest for an hour while the sedative left their systems. "Dr. Black, I'll do the surgery on you after everyone else, by that time I should have enough experiance that I won't need your help."
"You're doing very well, but I'll have Dr. Michael give you a hand anyway." Dr. Black replied as he prepared the surgical bed for the next crew member.
=A= Sickbay to commander Gordon, we're all ready for you down here =A=
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Post by fthelev on Feb 16, 2005 22:32:30 GMT
Frek felt his neck where Melain had removed the little piece of Cragorian technology. It felt the same as usual. Apparently she didn’t accidentally cut his head off or hit any other vital functions. He had always known she’d be a good doctor. Only now he was sure.
He watched Johnson undergoing the same procedure. Melain handled the medical equipment with precision and skill. Frek thought back at, what was probably, his first hospital visit. He was visiting some relatives on Andoria. He had been watching people gliding around on skis and decided it could be fun. He tried it a couple of times and decided he could spice up the whole thing. In the shed he had found small jet engines, originally used to propel some sort of snowmobile. It took him one and a half day to attach them to the skis and the rest of the day to wire the controls. The first, and last, test started out promising. The acceleration was fantastic, it almost as if he was flying down the hill, even when the slope levelled out. It was when he was heading straight at an ice column he realised he had forgotten to consider any breaks.
In the local hospital they established he had a concussion, broken his left antennae, a rib, bruised another, and fractured his right leg. To his aunts’ relief, his parent weren’t informed of the event at the time, the doctors were almost certain everything would be alright, after a few days rest. His aunt had never let him go near skis ever since when he came to stay. Frek had always wondered why. As if he would forget to put breaks on it next time.
He was shaken out of his reflections, by a hand. When he followed the arm he noticed it belonged to Melain. “You okay,” she asked, “You seem a bit absentminded.” “I’m alright,” Frek smiled, “I was just thinking of something when I was a kid. I wonder if I still have the construction plans for the rocket-skis. It could be fun for on the holodeck.” She was about to ask what he was talking about when Gordon came in. “Seems like more work for you.” Frek pointed at the navigation instructor.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 17, 2005 4:13:59 GMT
"Hope to Marcell." The combadge on Tony's chest spoke. He tapped it.
"Marcell here. What is it doctor?"
"Cadet Lorre has just finished the second removal surgery. Dr. Black has run a scan on it. It's a listening device. We've disabled the two we've removed. Along with the capability to control the person who the device was inhabiting, they were listening to everything we were saying. The Cragorians were planning something." Black said, barely taking time to breath between sentences.
"I thought it would be something like this...." Tony said. After S'reena had voiced her concerns, he had become suspicious as well. He should have done something before the cragorian's had gotten the chance to perform surgeries on his officers, "Continue the removal and shut-down of the listening devices, doctor. Try not to talk about this in front of those who have not had it removed. I'm sending down security to monitor them in case the Cragorian's try to take control of them. Marcell out."
Without a pause, Tony tapped his combadge again, "Marcell to commander Mortaat and cadet Danara. Report to sickbay to monitor the surgeries. Dr. Hope will fill you in. Marcell out." Tony stood and straightened his uniform. It was time to straighten things out.
"Ensign Phipps. Open a channel to Jesin."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 17, 2005 4:48:43 GMT
Danara reluctently left her quarters and headed to sickbay, she hadhoped to avoid contact with Lorre untill the Bajoran saw her surprise. The only good thing about this was that she could see Lorre in action and that was an experiance she would not pass up. She met her instructer just outside sickbay. "Commander, why would they want us to monitor the surgerys?" Danara asked. "I am not sure and it really doesn't matter does it." Commander Mortatt replied."Have you spoken to Counselor Yrdis?" "Just under an hour ago." Danara didn't want to reveal anything else but that. "Good." Commander Mortatt stepped forward and the the doors of sickbay slid open. "The Captain has requested our presence here, don't worry we'll stay out of your way." "About time you showed up Cadet Danara, let me get a look at that arm." Doctor Hope gestured to an empty examination bed, Danara sighed and allowed him to check on the healing of her fracture.
Lorre refused to look up from Commander Gordon's neck when she heard Commmander Mortatt since she knew The Bolian's student would be close behind. She felt as if Danara's eyes were burrrowing into her, judging her every move. She wouldn't allow this to distract her, so far the surgerys had gone flawless and she wasn't about to let that change
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Post by cragorian on Feb 17, 2005 5:02:55 GMT
~Jaril-Fabril~
"THIS IS A COMPLETE MESS! WHAT KIND OF CRAGORIAN WOULD LET HUMAN'S ESCAPE FROM UNDER THEIR NOSE'S!? Jaril shouted, so enraged his voice echoed all the way down the corriders. The gaurds seem to shrink down to the floor in shame, a remarkable achievment when you're 7 feet tall.
"We are so sorry, elder. We are not worthy to be with you. We do not deserve to be part of this operation." One of the gaurds said not daring to look at Jaril.
Jaril flicked his tongue, saliva flying all over the crouched bird- the cragorian equivalent of spitting, "You pledged allegiance to our cause! The cause of freeing Jesin of this horrible disease claiming to be 'peace'." He emphisised the word peace with a look of disgust, "This peace has made us all weak. And when we finally get the chance to overthrow our weak-minded leaders and make the galaxy know our name by invaded the federation- YOU LET THE KEY'S OF OUR PLAN GO!" Jaril closed his eyes, trying to calm his anger.
"I must not let our work go to waste." He said, the anger in his words gone instead full of desperation- panic. He turned quickly to Lawen, "Are Ietta and the rest of the council still contained?"
"Yes, elder," Lawen chose to use the formality this time, "We have placed them in a high security cell, ready to die if you order it so. We have complete control of Jesin now." Lawen's feathers rustled at the savage satisfaction of his words.
"Perhaps I can still convince the starfleet's of it all being a misunderstanding.... maybe they won't notice the implants so soon..... maybe we still have a chance..." Jaril saw nothing but the faction's cause.
A cragorian burst into the room, "Jaril- elder. There's a message coming in from the starfleets."
Jaril's eyes flashed with fear. The plan was collapsing so quickly. They had control of Jesin but it would not last without the invasion to direct the Cragorian- people's primal lust for blood. The invasion's detailed plan to infiltrate the federation was falling apart, the civilian's would rebel! Jaril dashed after the cragorian officer to receive the message. He didn't know what to say. How to cover it all up. Somehow save everything...
"Captain Mar-Marcell." He stuttered, trying to calm himself. The captain looked very angry.
"Why have I found implants in my peoples necks? Why were they drugged and imprisoned, Mr. Jaril!?"
"I don't have any idea what you are talking about, captain. We informed you about their being lost, and we are still searching for them." Jaril silently yelled at himself. He was digging himself a grave. He had no solid lie to cling to.
"Bloody hell Jaril! We are taking this as a act of war on the federation!" Jaril grimaced. The only way they could defeat the federation was through infiltration and spying, they had nothing in terms of a fleet or weapon's powerful enough to defeat the federation.
"This is all a misunderstanding..." He stammered and then said desperatly, "Please excuse me for a moment." Marcell began to protest but Jaril muted the conversation and blacked the screen. He turned to one of the officer's, "Activate one of the implants! We have to gain control of the Hanson! It's our last chance."
"Which implant?"
"Any of them!" Jaril screamed.
The cragorian typed away on his console. "It's been disabled!" He shouted.
"Try another one!"
"It's been disabled too! All of them have been disabled!" He shouted. Jaril looked at him in dismay. They were cornered. No way out now. The plan had broken and the peices had been lost. It was unrepairable. Jaril sank to the floor. His lifes work- to re-discover the original Cragorian way of life- had died.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 17, 2005 5:48:18 GMT
Marcell slammed his fist down on his armrest. How dare he pause our conversation! He thought angrily. He waited a few minutes, but Jaril did not re-initiate the conversation.
"Captain, I'm detecting wide-spread weapon's use on the planet."
"Run a scan. We have to find out what it is."
"A large congregation of cragorian's have moved into the Jesin HeadQuarters, I still detect the weapon's fire. That's close to where the away team was first beamed down. "
"What on earth's happening down there?" Tony asked, more to himself than Phipps. But the ensign answered anyway.
"I have no idea, captain."
"Try to open a transmission to the headquarters."
"All of the planet's communications have been shut down."
By then Tony was almost completely confused. It made no sense at all. He was also at a loss of what to do. His crew was no longer in danger, yet the planet below him seemed to be involved in a widescale revolt.
"It seem's kind of like a rebellion, captian. Against what- I'm not sure." Phipps said.
"Let's wait it out." Tony said uncertainly. He gave this order going by the prime directive not to interfere in a planet's natural evolution, even if that involved a revolt the Hanson may or may not have caused, "Send a message to starfleet requesting a ship to come and monitor the situation as back-up."
"Yes sir." Phipps set to work and Tony sat down in his chair, bewildered by what was had just happened.
~A few days later~
"Captain Marcell." Owen spoke up from the ops. "Sensor's are telling me that Jesin's communication's are back on-line.
Frek shouted right after him, "The USS Wales is to arrive in 5 minutes, sir!"
"Send a greeting message to the Wales and open a transmission to Jesin. Now maybe we find out what has happened."
"Yes, sir." Both replied.
"Captain Marcell." A deep female voice came from the screen. Tony looked up to see Ietta. Someone believable at last. She looked quite bad. Her feathers were going in the wrong direction, and she was bandaged up fairly good, "I suppose you have questions, captain?"
"Indeed. Could you give me any information, Ietta?" he asked, happy to be dealing with her again.
"Gladly, captain. But first I'd like to apologize for the way your people were treated." Tony nodded for her to continue.
"The male you spoke with, Jaril, was the leader of a terrorist sect with the belief that Cragorian society had become weak and that we needed to return to our original way of blood-shed and war. Unfortunatly they overpowered the government. I was shoved in a holding cell and while this was happening your people were taken prisoner as well."
"Jaril and most of his people have been killed but we believe it was their plan to rally the people of Jesin to go to war against the federation. The implants they placed in your people- they were to be used to gain key information about federation security and also to control your people and have them get into higher places in starfleet and help the invasion."
"When the plan with the implants failed, Jaril saw he had no way to gain the people's trust. Of course, they revolted, and overthrew Jaril and his people. It seemed more like a civil war. Jaril had a lot of supporters. But they were overthrown."
"And here we are." Tony said.
Ietta echoed him, "And here we are."
"Is the federation still interested in trade-agreements between us?" she asked.
"Of course. Actually we have a ship on the way. It is far more eqquiped to work with negotiations between your people and ours."
"Ah- yes- we have it on sensors."
"We are going to head back to starbase. The Wales will be sent all nesessary information." Tony said.
"Again captain, apologies for this all." Ietta said. Tony smiled. This had been a very close call, if his people hadn't escaped they could've been invaded.
"Good luck."
"And to you." The transmission was ended.
"Mr. Thelev, set a course for starbase conqueror." Tony said.
"Happily sir. Course laid in." Frek said, his antenna's bobbing has his hands flew across the console.
"Engage."
OFF: Sorry for all the writing, guys! Awesome mission!
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Post by fthelev on Feb 17, 2005 13:36:55 GMT
ooc: yeah, it was kinda coolness
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Post by Deleted on Feb 17, 2005 17:58:03 GMT
(OOC: A litte back-posting here to cover the details in Sickbay)
As Lorre commenced surgery on Lt Gordon with Doctor Hope supervising, Jason stepped over to Commander Mortaat. He held the tiny device in a petri dish.
Jason: This, Commander, is why you are here. Listening devices that were implanted in the necks of the Away Team.
Mortaat: Be careful what you say around that. They may still be listening.
Jason: Relax, Commander, this is one has been deactiviated. But even if it weren't, it wouldnt matter. Theres still one in my neck. We just haven't gotten to it yet. We can't deactivate it until we remove it. That why you're here. In case it makes me do something.
A few minutes later, Lt Gordon was resuscitated. Jason stepped forward as he rose groggily.
Gordon: I..Is it...is it finished?
Jason: Yes, Lt. I'll help you over to another biobed.
Jason helped him off the table and assisted him over. When Gordon was safely on the table, Michael walked over.
Michael: Well, Jason, its your turn. You're the only left.
Jason: Very well.
Jason walked over and laid down on the biobed. He looked up at Lorre.
Jason: You've done quite well. Just don't slice open my jugular vein ::he winked::
Lorre: Oh don't worry, I won't.
She pressed the hypo containing the sedative onto his neck and he slowly...went.....to.......sleep.
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Jason woke to a hissing sound. Lorre was releasing the hypo from her neck. He looked up at her. She was wearing an Officer's Uniform, instead of a Cadet Uniform. She was wearing the rank of Lt. Michael was wearing the rank of Commander. Mortaat and Danara was no longer present. He rose.
Jason: What? Wha..What's going on? Whats with the new ranks? How long have I been out?
Lorre: Unfortunately, almost 2 years. There were complications during when we were removing the listening device that the Cragorians placed there, and you fell into a coma. We weren't able to wake you until now.
He sat up in amazement. How could that have happened? He was puzzled. But then he noticed he was still wearing his uniform.
Jason: Wait a minute. If I've been out for almost 2 years, how come I'm still wearing a uniform? Wouldn't you changed me out of it?
He reached up and felt his collar. His pips were gone. Then it donned on him.
Jason: Very funny, guys. Now give me back my pips.
Lorre removed the pips from her collar and held them out to him.
Lorre: We had you there for a moment. We decided to have a little fun. We left you under a few minutes longer and I changed into a Officer's uniform that we obtained. Doctor Hope borrowed a pip from Commander Mortaat. We had you didnt we?
Commander Mortaat and Cadet Danara came out of his Office. Mortaat was grinning.
Jason: You sure did. Did it go well?
Lorre: It went just fine. The device is out and deactivated.
Jason: Good.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 17, 2005 18:34:39 GMT
Melain helped Dr. Michael put everything away before heading to her quarters to pack her things. Danara had left as soon as Dr. Black's surgery was over.
Entering the room she saw Danara sitting at her desk looking over a data PADD. Lorre gave her a quick glance before seeing a strange box on her bed. She went over and picked it up. Opening it she saw something she'd only ever seen in holodecks, it was a Clavian, a Bajoran wind intsrument similer to a clarinet.
"Do you like it" Danara asked, standing up from the desk, she was smiling.
"This is yours!" Melain asked. "Take it back!"
"It's a gift, I'm not going to take it back. I noticed that you like music, and since I can't play it I am giving it to you." Danara's voice cracked, obviosly she was concerned. "It's yours now, do with it what you wish."
"Alirght then, I will." Melain picked up the instruement and headed strait for the replicator. "You think you can buy my forgivness!" she put the Clavian into the replicator. 'Computer, recycle."
"unable to comply, passcode required." The computer chirped.
"What!" Lorre grabbed the instrument back and gave Danara a wicked stare.
"You think I don't know anything about you, well I knew you would try that." Danara's voice held an aspect of pride and victory.
"You don't know anything about me, and you never will! Cardassians can never understand Bajorans, it's.. it's imposible." Lorre hissed.
Danara seemed very upset now. "You think our problems are simply a parallel of our species' conflict! It's much more then that."
"Oh I realise it's more then that, our problems are because you are too self centerd to ever consider the feelings of those around you." Melain's voice rose up, and she was sure that everyone else on board could here them now.
"The reason we can't stand eachother is beacuse we are exactly the same, and you can't bare to see yourself embodied in something you have been tought to despise." Danara let her voise fall back down to a reasonable tone, and Melain realised that perhaps she was right.
"You've been spending far too much time with counselor yrdis." Melain laughed.
"He's a smart man, you should pay him a visit sometime." Danara sat down on the bed and picked up the Clavian case. "So will you except my gift, and my apology."
"Melain looked at the Clavian in her hand. "I geuss I can try, after all i've always wanted one of these. This isn't going to make us friends though."
"I understand completly." Danara replied. "My parents would kill me if they thought I was socialising with a Bajoran."
"and mine would kill me if they found out I was friends with you." Melain put the Clavcian to her lips and blew a perfect note.
"What are you doing after graduation? I here we have a week before we go to our assigned ships."
"I'm planning on going to bajor, I've never been to my homeworld." Melain replied.
"I'm going to Cardassia, maybe we could share a runabout." Danara offerd.
"maybe we could." Melain wasn't sure she wanted that, but it was worth a thought
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Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2005 2:13:56 GMT
OFF: Hey guys. Frek's started a thread on conqueror. If you wanna post, that's a good place to do that. Hopefully grad will be posted within a few days. Great job!
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Post by yrdisblayne on Feb 18, 2005 15:01:24 GMT
"Alright, Cadet Danara. I would still recommend that you go and spend some time with a counsellor aboard the ship that you are going to be transferred to" YrDis concluded.
"I'll consider it. Thank you Counsellor". The Cardassian stood up and walked out of his office.
YrDis shook his head and started making entries into his casefile. At least Danara seemed a lot happier than she had been the first time he walked into his office, so some progress was made.
The counsellor realized that his advice to Danara had been simplistic, but even a difficult journey must begin with a first step, however small. Hopefully, it's success would lead to a cycle of positive feedback for her. He was also happy that Cadet Lorre seemed to have made some progress as well. When Danara had told him that the Bajoran had attempted to recycle the instrument, he had nearly had heart failure. That action would have been a giant step backward for both of them.
YrDis checked his schedule. He was done his counsellor duties for the day, and had no commander type functions to attend to, so he left his office and walked down to his quarters.
Entering, he ordered an Ornaran Ale from the replicator and placed it on the table in front of his favourite chair. He grasped the arms of the chair in preparation to sit down and paused, waiting for the inevitable interruption. There were none.
YrDis sat completely down in his chair, grasped his mug and took a long drink. Then he sat back in his chair and stared out at the passing starfield.
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