Compile Summary Romulus (Romulus - Senate Building, Senatorial Receiving – CCOUNS Ensign Jon Nayati (jg) – 1038) (Romulus - Senate Conference Chamber - Praetor Vrih - 1045) (Romulus - Senate Conference Chamber - A/COPS - Lt Tom Jackson - 1046) (Romulus – Senate Building, Conference Chamber Four – Ambassador Brianna Frazier – 1046) (Romulus - Senate Building- Senatorial Receiving– CSEC- Lt. Baylon Trinin– Day 8- 1046) (Romulus - Senate Building - Senatorial Receiving – A/COPS- Lt. Thomas Jackson – Day 8 - 1047) (Romulus - Senate Building- Senatorial Receiving– CSEC- Lt. Baylon Trinin– Day 8- 1047) (Romulus – Senate Building, Praetor’s Office – Ambassador Brianna Frazier – 1048) (Romulus - Senate Building - Senatorial Receiving – A/COPS- Lt. Thomas Jackson – 1049) (Romulus - Senate Conference Chamber - Praetor Vrih - 1050) (Romulus – Senate Building, Praetor’s Office – Ambassador Brianna Frazier – 1052) (Romulus – Senate Building, Conference Chamber Four – Envoy Paris Kolar – 1055) (Romulus - Senate Building- Senatorial Receiving– CSEC- Lt. Baylon Trinin– Day 8- 1056) (Romulus - Senate Building- Senatorial Receiving–A/COPS- Lt. Tom Jackson – 1056) Hades (USS Hades, Transporter Room Two- ACCOUNS, Ens. Anamitra Ripley- Day 8- 1105) (USS Hades – Deck 5, Corridor – FO Commander Jonas Lemar – 1106) (USS Hades - Ten Forward - CTAC Lt. Ammon Ranae - 1115) (USS Hades - 10 Forward - Commander Rhian - 1116) (USS Hades - Ten Forward - CEO Norman Harper- 1116) (USS Hades – Deck 10, Ten Forward – Romulan Centurian Mavus - 1117) (USS Hades – Deck 10, Ten Forward – COPS L. Maraht, Centurion Mavus - 1119) (USS Hades – Deck 10, Ten Forward – FO Commander Jonas Lemar – 1120.5) (USS Hades - Deck 10, Ten Forward - Uhlan S'Tarleya and Lt. Shayhiloosh- 1124) (USS Hades - Main Engineering - Engineer Nerrah Kusto- 1126) (USS Hades - Ten Forward - CTAC Lt. Ammon Ranae - 1126) (USS Hades - Deck 10, Ten Forward - Uhlan S'Tarleya - Day 8- 1126) (USS Hades - Deck 10, Ten Forward – ACSO Ensign Shayhiloosh - 1127) (USS Hades - Deck 10, Ten Forward - Uhlan S'Tarleya - Day 8- 1128) (USS Hades - Deck 10, Ten Forward – ACSO Ensign Shayhiloosh - Day 8 - 1129) (USS Hades – Deck 10, Ten Forward – FO Commander Jonas Lemar – 1130) (USS Hades - Ten Forward - CTAC Lt. Ammon Ranae - 1133) (USS Hades - Deck 10, Ten Forward - CEO Norman Harper - 1133) (USS Hades - Deck 10, Ten Forward - Norm Harper - Day 8- 1135) (USS Hades – Deck 10, Ten Forward – Sub-Commander Lhaes – 1135) (USS Hades, Deck Ten, Ten Forward, ACSO Ensign (JG) Kenneth McKenzie 11:36 hours) (USS Hades - 10 Forward - Commander Rhian - 1138) (USS Hades - Deck 10, Ten Forward - CTAC Lt. Ammon Ranae - 1138) (USS Hades, Ten Forward, ACSO Ensign (JG) Kenneth McKenzie 11:41 hours) --------------------------------------------------------------------- Begin Compile --------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2408.01.06 (Romulus - Senate Building, Senatorial Receiving – CCOUNS Ensign Jon Nayati (jg) – 1038) Jon's senses were instantly alert as Brianna, he and the rest of the Hades ambassadorial party materialized on Romulus. The rich expansive interior of building where they had beamed into was indeed impressive. It took no telepathy to realize that he and the Hades' crew had transported into some part of Romulan Senate Building. ~Since we have come here to meet the Praetor, it is only logical to assume that the Romulans would us some place close to where the head of the empire was situated.~ Momentarily, Brianna seemed to be fixated on her ambassador's uniform and immediate appearance. Though Fraizer's aura did not read apprehension per se, Jon suspected her actions might be Brianna's way of self soothing and re-enforcing her feelings of confidence regarding the negoiations. Likewise it didn't appear, to Jon, that Bree wasn't making any attempt to read the Romulans in their immediate vicinity. His own reading of the Hades crew showed their auras as being muted mixtures of both anticipation and anxiety masked by the determination to looked non-plussed and in control. The only exception, as usual, was Raizel Grem, who seemed emotionally indifferent to the entire situation. It was very maddening that his true sight was giving Jon a unsuccessful visual read on Aide Grem. Clearly Grem wasn't any kind of machine, because Jon saw her chi, which was the manifestation of a sentient, organic life form. However other than the blandest of emotion, Jon saw no conflicting emotions in her aura. Raizel Grem either had some unconscious way of blocking his true sight or she had some electronic means of doing so. ~Unless, of course, Raizel was some of natural or genetically resequenced mutant who had an inhibitory ability, Great Spirit.~ Looking back at his brief encounters with Raizel, the only good thing about her was that was that through her mask of indifference or scorn, she let slip certain psychological tells that were immediately noticable to a trained Wise Man as himself. Why was Raizel so indifferent to our circumstances again. Is there something Aide Grem knows that we don't?~ All this internal digalogue passed through Jon's mind as Ambassador Frazier began talking to a Senatorial Aide named Ejuil, who welcomed them to Romulus and provided them with honor guards to await the arrival of the Praetor. As Ejuil lead the way for the Hades crew and their escorts, Jon true sighted the Romulans around them. He read the emotions of anticipation, anxiety and some strong feelings of distrust. All their scanned, subdued emotions were partially masked by a Vulcan like determination to refrain from emotional demonstration on the Romulans' part. It was at this point that Jon receieved a telepathic inquiry from Ambassaor Frazie. ::What do you think Jon? Anything out of the ordinary?:: ::It's like trying to read an iron willed Vulcan:: Jon replied. :: Ejuil seems cordial and I see no color discrepancies between his words and emotions. The centurions are being good soldiers who have been ordered to escort us for the moment. I don't sense we're in danger from anyone near us.:: (Reply Brianna Frazier, Baylon Trinin, Any) (Posted by Jim McCrary) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Romulus - Senate Conference Chamber - Praetor Vrih - 1045) Ejuil opened the door and stepped out, leaving the door slightly ajar. He looked over the group of humans then approached the ambassador. "Ambassador Frazier," he said without expression, "the Praetor wondered if he might have a word with you, just himself, before commencing with the actual negotiations." (reply Frazier) "Please, follow me." Ejuil lead them to the open door, and went inside. As the others entered he stepped to the side. They were in a large, round office. On the floor was, once again, inlaid, the crest of the Romulan Star Empire. Just beyond the crest was a large desk, and sitting behind that desk was Praetor Vrih, already on his feet. He came around the desk, invitingly. "Ah yes, come in, come in," he gestured. As the armed escort attempted to come in Vrih held up his hand. "Your presence in here will not be necessary Centurion. I am certain that these people did not come all the way here to rashly slay me in my own office, before the negotiations even have a chance to fail." The guards looked on with concern, but Ejuil quickly closed the doors and sealed them. There was a slight hydraulic whoosh, and Ejuil stepped away. "I hope you don't mind if Ejuil stays," Vrih said with smile that seemed genuine, "but I would be at a total loss without him." "Praetor is to kind," Ejuil bowed slightly, appearing genuinely embarrassed by the praise. "Come and sit," Vrih stated. He waved his arms to the sofas that were set to the side of his desk. It was clear that these were not his first large group of visitors to this chamber. The Praetor's outfit was, in generl, Romulan in functionality. However, it seemed a little more colorful than the usual drab greys and browns that most Romulans wore. It was almost bright, with white sleeves and bright yellow and red embroidery worked neatly into the seams. It was bright, but not gaudy. In fact, it could be described as tasteful, although some Romulans would shake their heads at the attention that the clothes brought to their owner. "I apologize for any delays since your arrival," he said, as he lowered himself into the only solitary chair in the configuration. "But I had make certain that all of the memebers of the committee were informed of your arrival." (reply any) "I must say that I was quite distressed to hear about Ambassador Nolan," Vrih continued. "I knew the ambassador, once upon a time. An intriguing man. A good man. It had been a joy to hear that he had been named the team leader for the Federation. And devastation at his passing. I have had little information about his actual demise. Something about an explosion?" (reply Frazier, any on the team) (posted by Al Muir) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Romulus - Senate Conference Chamber - A/COPS - Lt Tom Jackson - 1046) The negotiation team was seated in a chamber that was rather, well, spectacular to Tom Jackson. Tom was more used to the shorter style of building on Feringinar. ~One thing I'll say for the Romulans~ Tom thought ~they know how to build with style~. The Romulan aide, Ejuil, asked Bree Frazier "Ambassador Frazier," he said without expression, "the Praetor wondered if he might have a word with you, just himself, before commencing with the actual negotiations." Tom's senses went to red alert at this point and he started to say something but Bree waved him down. Tom sat back down and clearly was not pleased that they had been separated. The team was alone - no one saying much, but all were clearly worried. Jackson wished they could talk but suspected the chamber was bugged and elected to not say much. His mind was filled with several things - what was Sash's condition, how was the ship doing? He tried to guard his thoughts but was really good at it. Tom sat and waited for the talks to begin. (reply: Any in Chamber) (posted by: Bill West) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Romulus – Senate Building, Conference Chamber Four – Ambassador Brianna Frazier – 1046) As Bree took a seat at the large stone table, she ushered for the rest of the team to do the same. As if sensing their presences at the table, when each person took a seat, a small hatch unlocked in the surface of the table and a section retracted to reveal a membrane interface that immediately lit up. In tandem, a small screen popped up out of the table approximately 50 centimetres from the table edge and activated with the emblem of the Romulan Star Empire rotating on screen. “Well, this is quite fancy...” started Frazier a she noticed the technology before her. Before she could make further comment, another door opened, this time off toward the far edge of the room, away from doorway they had used to enter. As she looked up with interest, she saw Ejuil enter the room. ~My, he gets about a bit~ she thought, wonder how had managed to leave by one exit and re-emerge by another so quickly. “Ambassador Frazier,” called out Ejuil, “the Praetor wondered if he might have a word with you, just himself, before commencing with the actual negotiations.” As Brianna stood up, there was obvious objection from Tom Jackson. He moved to speak, but Bree offered a reassuring smile and shook her head. She also gave a glance toward Lieutenant Trinin before moving toward the Praetor’s aide. :: I’ll be fine, Lieutenant. Just wait here and I’ll return shortly :: As she walked she concentrated on sending this message to Baylon Trinin. Brianna wasn’t used to using her telepathy so much, given that she was only an empath, as a result of being only a half-Betazoid. (reply: Trinin) As Bree approached she smiled and tossed her curls over her right shoulder. “Please, follow me,” said the aide, as he led her to the open door. As she stepped forward, he stood aside and allowed her to move inside ahead of him. (reply: Trinin, Nayati, Jackson, any) (posted by Dave) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Romulus - Senate Building- Senatorial Receiving– CSEC- Lt. Baylon Trinin– 1046) They had entered a chamber which was dominated by a large table. The team was directed to seat themselves and the aide left the room, presumably to advise the Praetor that the Federation delegation was awaiting his command. As the aide left the room, the Centurions took up an honor guard position of a ceremonial nature. Baylon noted with his trained eye that the positions were tactically sound and that if a fight started, there would be little chance that the federation officers could escape alive. Frazier must have picked up an this as well, because the Ambassador shot him a questioning glance. Baylon returned a smile and directed his security personnel to take a seat. It didn't matter if they died standing or seated, besides there were easier and much more advantageous ways for the Romulans in power here to start and incident that killing a handful of Federation officers and destroying or capturing their ship. Or at least that is what he told himself. When Ejuil returned and advised Frazier that Praetor Vrih wished to speak to her alone, Baylon didn't even bother to shift in his seat. He knew that any protest would do him no good, especially where it concerned the wants and needs of the Praetor of the Romulan Star Empire. :: I’ll be fine, Lieutenant. Just wait here and I’ll return shortly :: She sent to him telepathically. ::I'm not worried Ambassador. I'll be listening for your thoughts, should you have need of me, please just think loudly.:: he replied in an attempt to make her feel more comfortable. The last thing he wanted was to cause her any trepidation just before she spoke with the most powerful leader in the Romulan empire and perhaps the quadrant. Baylon didn't have much that he could do. So he sat and watched himself and the rest of the delegation being watched. (reply Any) (posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Romulus - Senate Building - Senatorial Receiving – A/COPS- Lt. Thomas Jackson - 1047) Baylon Trinin was sitting calmly looking at their surroundings. Tom guessed he had assessed the tactical situation and decided to go with the flow for now. T.J. also noted the Praetorian Guard had arranged themselves to virtually cut off any escape route should trouble start. ~How, in the name of the Grand Nagus, can he be so calm?~ Jackson wondered. Jackson was nervous and got up. He walked the chamber they were in. The architecture was, well, leaving him speechless. The design was massive with a distinct military air to it. Tom wondered again why he had been selected for the diplomatic team. Oh he knew Sash and Lamar wanted 'one of their' own on the team to give them info but now with Ambassador Nolan dead - did that still apply? Tired of pacing, Tom returned to the conference table and took a seat. Everyone was kind of quiet, not sure whether to talk or be silent. Most had opted for the latter. Jackson was no empath, but he could sense all were worried and nervous. (reply: any in chamber) (posted by: Bill West) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Romulus - Senate Building- Senatorial Receiving– CSEC- Lt. Baylon Trinin–1047) They had entered a chamber which was dominated by a large table. The team was directed to seat themselves and the aide left the room, presumably to advise the Praetor that the Federation delegation was awaiting his command. As the aide left the room, the Centurions took up an honor guard position of a ceremonial nature. Baylon noted with his trained eye that the positions were tactically sound and that if a fight started, there would be little chance that the federation officers could escape alive. Frazier must have picked up an this as well, because the Ambassador shot him a questioning glance. Baylon returned a smile and directed his security personnel to take a seat. It didn't matter if they died standing or seated, besides there were easier and much more advantageous ways for the Romulans in power here to start and incident that killing a handful of Federation officers and destroying or capturing their ship. Or at least that is what he told himself. When Ejuil returned and advised Frazier that Praetor Vrih wished to speak to her alone, Baylon didn't even bother to shift in his seat. He knew that any protest would do him no good, especially where it concerned the wants and needs of the Praetor of the Romulan Star Empire. :: I’ll be fine, Lieutenant. Just wait here and I’ll return shortly :: She sent to him telepathically. ::I'm not worried Ambassador. I'll be listening for your thoughts, should you have need of me, please just think loudly.:: he replied in an attempt to make her feel more comfortable. The last thing he wanted was to cause her any trepidation just before she spoke with the most powerful leader in the Romulan empire and perhaps the quadrant. Baylon didn't have much that he could do. So he sat and watched himself and the rest of the delegation being watched. (reply Any) (posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Romulus – Senate Building, Praetor’s Office – Ambassador Brianna Frazier – 1048) Bree had only walked a short distance before she arrived at where she assumed the Praetor was waiting for her. An armed security escort had accompanied her, as well as Ejuil, but Bree hadn’t minded too much. It actually made her feel a little bit special, which she supposed was the whole intention on an honour guard. As Bree entered the office, she noticed the more homely décor. It was far smaller, and clearly meant for the use of fewer individuals, at was large and circular in shape. As with all of the chambers she had seen thus far, the emblem of the Romulan bird-of-prey was depicted on the floor in a wonderful marble, and just beyond that crest was a large desk. Stepping out from behind that desk was a smiling Romulan, whom Bree assumed to be the one they called Praetor. “Ah yes, come in, come in,” he gestured. The he said abruptly, “Your presence in here will not be necessary Centurion. I am certain that these people did not come all the way here to rashly slay me in my own office, before the negotiations even have a chance to fail.” As Bree turned her head, she saw the concerned look on the guards faces, but Ejuil quickly closed the doors and sealed them. There was a slight hydraulic whoosh, and Ejuil stepped away. Praetor Vrih asked if anyone minded if Ejuil stayed, commenting that he would be at a loss without his aide. At that, Bree smiled. He was certain that Commander Lemar would feel similar about his Yeoman, Jason Miller. As the Praetor beckoned them closer he said, “Come and sit,” and he indicated toward some form of comfortable seat. They were of a similar design to the sofa seating onboard the Hades; luxurious, yet functional at the same time. Bree made her way to the sofas, immediately feeling more comfortable given that it was now just the three of them. “I apologize for any delays since your arrival,” he said, as he lowered himself into the only solitary chair in the configuration. “But I had to make certain that all of the members of the committee were informed of your arrival.” Frazier smiled, warming to the instantly approachable demeanour of the Praetor. She had expected the leader of the Romulan people to be more commanding and foreboding. “There’s no need to apologise. I have been quite comfortable on our ship.” As she spoke, she suddenly got a flash of concern from Vrih. He was now clearly concerned about something, and Bree didn’t have to wait long to find out exactly what he was concerned about. “I must say...” started Vrih, “...that I was quite distressed to hear about Ambassador Nolan. I knew the ambassador, once upon a time. An intriguing man, a good man. It had been a joy to hear that he had been named the team leader for the Federation. And devastation at his passing. I have had little information about his actual demise. Something about an explosion?” It pleased Bree greatly to hear such things said about her friend and mentor. She too thought he was both a great and intriguing man, although she had not realised that they had been past acquaintances. She was a little disappointed that Jericho had never chosen to tell her about such things, but then he had never been one for telling her more than she needed to know. This obviously fell into that category, although she couldn’t for the life of her think why. But then came the question that Bree had preparing herself to answer, the accident that had claimed Jericho’s life. She had spoken with Lemar before leaving the ship, and they had both agreed that they would tell the Romulans what had happened, should the question arise. She was not really surprised that the Praetor had already learned that Jericho had died in the accident – no doubt the Romulan Commander had drawn the inevitable conclusion. She had to wonder though, had they come to the same conclusion regarding Captain Sash? “That’s right,” Bree started, looking the Praetor in the eye with great respect. “An investigation is still under way as to the cause, but unfortunately the explosion claimed the life of Jericho Nolan.” She contemplated her next comment, but the only things that came easily to mind were thoughts of Jericho. “He will be sorely missed, both personally and professionally.” (reply: Vrih) “Five others also lost their lives, and the Captain was critically injured, however I believe Captain Sash is under excellent supervision. I am led to believe that the Doctors onboard are some of the best Starfleet have to offer.” Bree smiled, uncertain of whether she had just overstepped the mark on ‘need-to-know’ information. (reply: Vrih, Ejuil, any) (posted by Dave) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Romulus - Senate Building - Senatorial Receiving – A/COPS- Lt. Thomas Jackson – 1049) Tom sat at the conference table with his team mates awaiting Bree's return. Tired of waiting Tom moved over near Baylon Trinin and wanted to talk to him. Jackson had not had a chance to catch up with Byalon since they pulled him from his office's wreckage. "Baylon, how are you doing?" Tom asked.Jackson was curious as he had not scene Baylon much since the explosion. (reply: Baylon iyw) "I must confess I am a bit concerned about this situation" Tom added, referring to the ambassador's serperation from the rest of the team. (reply: Baylon/any) T.J. was also curious about the impending talks. He knew this was historic, He hoped things would would to the advantage of both paries. (reply: any/none) (posted by: Bill West) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Romulus - Senate Conference Chamber - Praetor Vrih - 1050) "That's right. An investigation is still under way as to the cause, but unfortunately the explosion claimed the life of Jericho Nolan." There was a slight pause as Vrih noted that Frazier seemed to be composing herself. "He will be sorely missed, both personally and professionally." Vrih raised an eyebrow at the comment. Personally? Indeed. "I agree completely. His loss will be felt, I fear, in the Federation." "Five others also lost their lives, and the Captain was critically injured, however I believe Captain Sash is under excellent supervision. I am led to believe that the Doctors onboard are some of the best Starfleet have to offer." Vrih thought it unusual that a Federation ambassador would dispense such uncalled for information without a reason. Perhaps she was simply showing her inexperience. Or perhaps there was more. Informing the head governmental official of the world that they are in negotiations with, that the real commander of the ship that they came on is out of commission would not be the most tactically sound gesture, unless she was testing their sincerity for peace. "If there is anything that we can do to help, please feel free to ask," Vrih offered. "We may have some medical techniques that your people are unfamiliar with. Also, if your people need any help in the repairs to your vessel, you have but to ask." (reply Frazier) Vrih nodded. "Well then, with the niceties dispensed with what shall we discuss?" The Praeor sat forward. He leaned his hands on the arm rests of his seat. "I am not certain if your people are aware of the reason for our current course of action. I'd like to know why you think it is time for a new treaty between our people." (reply Frazier) (posted by Al Muir) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Romulus – Senate Building, Praetor’s Office – Ambassador Brianna Frazier – 1052) As Bree sat comfortably, hoping that the Praetor didn’t take her offer of free information in the wrong way, she was pleased as he responded positively. “If there is anything that we can do to help, please feel free to ask,” Vrih offered. “We may have some medical techniques that your people are unfamiliar with. Also, if your people need any help in the repairs to your vessel, you have but to ask.” ~That was expected~ she thought to herself as she smiled at the offer from the Romulan. “You are most gracious. I will of course pass on your offer to Commander Lemar. I’m certain he will treat it in the spirit that it is given.” Vrih nodded. “Well then, with the niceties dispensed with what shall we discuss?” Sitting forward, he leaned his hands on the arm rests of his seat. “I am not certain if your people are aware of the reason for our current course of action. I'd like to know why you think it is time for a new treaty between our people.” “Now there’s a question Praetor!” answered Bree light-heartedly. She had to think fast, not fully expecting a question like that in a personal one-to-one conversation. It wasn’t that she didn’t know what to say, but she wanted to make sure she said it right. “Our two empires have been stuck in a grey space for far too long Praetor. Even before our recent...internal troubles...” she chose her words carefully, “...we were little more than neighbours that had nothing to do with each other.” (reply: Vrih IYW) Bree tucked a strand of hair behind her right ear as she continued. “We both possess resources that could gratefully benefit the other, and by that I don’t just mean material resources; scientific minds and philosophy alike. This will open up so many doorways.” (reply: Vrih IYW) Sitting back and crossing her legs and placing her hands gently on her lap, she continued. “I can only see good things to come from a treaty of peace between our two empires, and I am confident that by the end of our negotiations we will both benefit from the significant changes.” After a short pause she decided to do some enquiring of her own, “What is your reason for this course of action? I hope you don’t mind me saying so, but my sources say the Empire has never before been the first to ever instigate a treaty, nevermind with the Federation. Why the change of heart?” (reply: Vrih, any) (posted by Dave) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Romulus – Senate Building, Conference Chamber Four – Envoy Paris Kolar – 1055) When Ejuil had entered to escort Bree from the group to meet with the Praetor, Paris had not been overly concerned. She was clearly of the view that if the Romulans had wanted to do anything to them, it was clear that they were in no position to stop them. Even with the security detail that had been assigned to them as an escort, she didn’t doubt that Romulan security forces could easily beamed in to outnumber them 100 to 1. The group remained rather silent considering. She had expected some sort of protest from the security Lieutenant, but then if he knew his beans then he would have thought the same as she. What was the point? Glancing over at Tom Jackson, Paris noticed that he seemed extremely unnerved by the whole experience so far. They had been here a matter of minutes really, but was his pessimistic outlook for the Romulans causing him unnecessary concern? ~He needs to calm down~ thought Paris aggressively, having half a mind to stand up, go over to Jackson and force him into a seat. “Must you pace like that Tom Jackson?” asked Paris, looking up with a slightly fed up look on her face. She had a pain behind her eyes was beginning to annoy her now, and Jackson pacing like that was only making it worse. (reply: Jackson IYW) Tom soon returned to his seat, and Paris looked over to Raizel. “Did you get chance to look over those notes on Nelvana III that I gave to you last night?” Paris made an effort to smile, and somehow the attempt at calm and nice soothed her head. Raizel had remained as quiet as any of the rest, although she too did not look in the least bit disturbed by the fact that Frazier had been escorted from the room. In fact, if anything she appeared to be pleased that they were finally here. Paris knew that Raizel had visited at some point in her past, so she was probably pleased to return here. Even Paris had to admit that Romulus was a beautiful planet, and you could tell even from this room, as the view from the nearby windows seemed to span for miles around. “Yes, I gave it quick look” answered Raizel, turning her smiling face toward her colleague. Then a look of concern flashed across her face as she quickly asked, “You didn’t need me to bring them did you?” Clearly she had not thought to do such a thing, thinking that Paris would have brought the originals if she required them. “Oh no, it’s fine” dismissed Paris as she looked at her notes that she HAD brought with her. She couldn’t help but wonder how long Bree was going to be, or if they would have any time to do any preparation before the Romulan diplomats arrived. (reply: none, any) (posted by Dave) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Romulus - Senate Building- Senatorial Receiving– CSEC- Lt. Baylon Trinin - 1056) Baylon sat calmly waiting for the return of Ambassador Frazier. He was calm and collected, as he should be considering the seriousness of the situation. There was at least one member of the team however that was not as calm as Baylon would have liked. Tom Jackson had taken to pacing the room, his nervousness very apparent to the Delegation and to the Centurions that were guarding them. Baylon and Jackson were of the same rank, so Trinin did not feel that he could simply order the Operations Officer to sit down and be still. One it wasn't polite in such mixed company and two, he did not wish to present any sort of division in front of their Romulan guards. Fortunately the Diplomatic team was under no such restrictions. Envoy Kolar finally spoke up and asked Jackson if it was necessary for him to be pacing. For his part Jackson had taken a seat next to Baylon and in a soto voce asked him, "Baylon, how are you doing?" "I am well, Lieutenant Jackson. I would ask the same question of you." Baylon replied. "I must confess I am a bit concerned about this situation" Tom added. "There is nothing amiss about this situation. To undertake diplomatic discussions, you must make concessions and have some faith and trust in those you are negotiating with. All that is happening now is that The Romulans are regarding the Delegation without Frazier's presence seeking a weak link or a uncomfortable member of the team. It is a common tactic even in security, take a team leader away from their team under a stressful situation and see how the individual members of the team react. Everything is a calculated move mister Jackson. From the selection of the room, the placing of the centurions to the absence of Ambassador Frazier. It is a means to judge our resolve and to see if we are hiding something." "That said, I would appreciate it if you took a deep breath and relaxed. The Ambassador is well, I find it very unlikely that the head of the Romulan Star Empire asked us to come all this way to destroy her or us after we arrived, when he could have ordered it at any time once we entered the neutral zone. If there is danger here it is from the Praetor's opponents not his allies. And I am very certain that we are amongst his allies at present. So sit, watch and observe, perhaps you will see something that is vital to us later." Baylon concluded. (reply Jackson iyw, Any) (posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Romulus - Senate Building- Senatorial Receiving–A/COPS- Lt. Tom Jackson – 1056) Jackson had started to pace a bit - the diplomats were not happy and said so. Fortunately the Diplomatic team was under no such restrictions. Envoy Kolar finally spoke up and asked Jackson if it was necessary for him to be pacing. Tom gave Kolar a look that might be considered deadly and took a seat near Baylon Trinin. Tom asked Baylon how he was doing. Baylon considered Jackson for a minute and replied "I am well, Lieutenant Jackson. I would ask the same question of you." Tom admitted he was nervous and concerned. Baylon suggested Tom take a few deep breaths and relax - Trinin sensed no danger. He further advised Jackson to sit and observe - maybe in doing that he'd gleam some information they could use later. Tom sat and looked at his surroundings and tried to relax. He did admire the building they were sitting in. ~Who knows, maybe I might get a chance to talk to a ROmulan counterpart and compare notes with them~ he thought to himself. That thought helped calm him - he wished they had discussed a bit more the limits of what they could give to the Romulans information. T.J. figured he'd have to go to the point where he felt uncomfortable and stop. (reply: any/none) (posted by: Bill West) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Hades, Transporter Room Two- ACCOUNS, Ens. Anamitra Ripley- 1105) Ana had arrived at the transporter room with just a few minutes to spare. She had stopped to make certain that she was presentable, after all no one wanted to meet the Romulans only to realize that her hair was messed up or that she looked fat in that uniform. She fell into place with just enough time to spare. She nodded to Commander Lemar and watched as the Romulans materialized on the transporter pads. Her first impression was confidence, at least from the Rhian's persona. His security chief seemed unduly tense and distrustful, but the other two Romulan women seems excited and perhaps at least a little at ease. The commander introduced them all and Ana replied with a short welcoming greeting of her own. She was excited to be part of the opportunity to meet with the Romulans in their own space. It was historic and she was there. (USS Hades, Ten Forward- ACCOUNS, Ens. Anamitra Ripley- Day 8- 1117) Ana had arrived in the second wave of officers, choosing to take the second turbolift car rather than the first. As a result, she arrived just as Lieutenant Carrow was presenting some sort of gift to the Romulan commander. The item seemed to be received well enough, but there was a sense of patronization that Ana detected from the Commander's body language. He wasn't certain what the significance of the item was, but she was certain that it wasn't entirely received well. Perhaps it had been a response to Carrow's apparent Vulcan hybrid heritage, or perhaps it was caused by some sort of unknown symbolism shown in the plant that was being presented. Ana had no idea what she could say to start a conversation, so instead, she just walked over to the table and picked up a small slice of key lime pie. She sampled it and smiled. The taste reminded her of her father's recipe and it awakened a sense of longing for home. She stood near the table, watching the interaction between the crew and the Romulans, gauging their body language and taking mental note of anything that she thought may be of importance. At least in this capacity, her skills as a counselor could be of some use to the mission. (reply Any) (Posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Hades – Deck 5, Corridor – FO Commander Jonas Lemar – 1106) As Jonas led the way from the Transporter Room to the turbolift, they passed some area of the ship he would rather not have, given the nature of their guests and the sensitivity of the equipment based on this deck. Jonas was all too aware that Rhian was taking in every bit of detail he came across, and as Jonas came to a stop and called the turbolift, Rhian commented, “I understand that this vessel has the ability to split into three sections. It would be interesting to witness how it performed under battle situations.” Jonas tried to not look over at the commander with the suspicion he felt in his mind. ~Woah there mister~ he thought to himself, feeling such a comment could easily be taken both ways. Instead, he turned with a smile and intended to take it in the most positive manner. “Well, I’m certain that once the negotiations are successful, we could show you our holodecks and run a simulation or two.” Jonas was all too aware of the security implications of such a thing. No doubt they could come up with some reason or another why such a request could not be granted without admitting ‘I don’t want to show you’. Just then, the turbolift doors opened, and Jonas quickly stepped inside. (USS Hades – Turbolift – FO Commander Jonas Lemar – 1108) As the cab got underway with only 8 passengers, the rest of the team waited for the next one. Rhian, still looking at his surroundings with what seemed to be a mixture of perplexity and fascination, broke the silence by admitting, “Your ship looks quite impressive, Commander.” As Jonas turned to face the commander, Rhian then said, “Perhaps we could get a more thorough tour, if time permits.” ~So it’s a full tour you want...I bet~ Jonas smiled and nodded, “I’m sure we can make some time. When we get to ten-forward, I’ll make the arrangements.” Then the cab slowed to a halt and the doors opened. “Ah, here we are on deck 10.” Jonas slid passed the other turbolift occupants and into the corridor. “Follow me gentlemen...” (USS Hades – Deck 10, Ten Forward – FO Commander Jonas Lemar – 1115.5) As Jonas entered the room, explaining what it was intended for, he came to a stop near to the centre as Rhian asked, “Socializing on a war ship? Don't you feel that the crossed purposes of such a room with the purpose of such a vessel is confusing to your people? After all, this is obviously a ship of war. Making such social interactions would almost be counterproductive; especially with such a diverse crew.” Jonas smiled at the obvious military perspective. “No Federation ship is solely a ship of war, Commander. I won’t deny, her capabilities in battle are advanced for any Starfleet vessel, but...these days there has been little reason to put them to use.” Jonas hesitated, not really wanting to bring the civil war into the conversation. “Primarily, this is now a ship of peace and exploration.” (reply: Rhian IYW) As the rest of the Romulan party split off and began to mingle, Jonas noticed the approach of Lieutenant Carrow. She was holding a potted plant of some description and Jonas decided to take this opportunity to allow the commander to do some mingling of his own. “If you’ll excuse me, I have some matters to attend to. If you need anything at all, just ask.” (reply: Rhian IYW) Jonas left the commander to his own devices. (reply: none, any) (posted by Dave) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Hades - Ten Forward - CTAC Lt. Ammon Ranae - 1115) Following fairly closely behind Cdr. Lemar and Cdr. Rhian, Ranae had overheard most of their conversation. She had smiled wryly as the Romulan commander had stated that he understood the Hades could split into three sections, and that he'd find it interesting to witness how it performed under battle situations, to which the FO had voiced that perhaps a holodeck simulation could be utilized. ~I am sure you would love to see that. Hopefully it will never happen.~ She'd thought, thankful they didn't appear to know about the TIH System. As they'd stepped on to the turbolift Rhian told Lemar that the Hades looked quite impressive and voiced a desire for a more thorough tour, if time permitted, making Ranae wonder just how long this visit was going to last. At last they had arrived at 10 Forward and it was obvious by Cdr. Rhian's and his companions' body language that they were curious about it. ~Don't they have places like this on their ships where they can relax and mix with their comrades?~ Ranae had asked herself as she broke away from the group and helped herself to a glass of something that was on offer. As she sipped the concoction, which was quite pleasant, her thoughts turned to Baylon who was down on the planet's surface with the diplomatic party, she wished she was there to get a look at the place. ~I bet he's fascinated.~ She thought, smiling as she usually did whenever she thought of her lover. ~He must tell me all about it, every detail, when he gets back.~ Ranae kept herself aloof from the others, constantly moving from place to place in the lounge, listening & observing their visitors interacting with the Hades officers until her hunger dictated that she get a plate of food and eat. Then she found a seat with her back to the bulkhead where she could see everything that was going on as she ate and drank. (reply any) (posted by Sal) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Hades - 10 Forward - Commander Rhian - 1116) Rhian knew that his question, or comment was a bit confusing. But the duality of this vessel puzzled him, and he had always had a difficult time putting such querries to words. As a Romulan of action, what he did was far more important to him than what he said. He would never be great at politics, but he knew enough to get command of his own ship. "No Federation ship is solely a ship of war, Commander," Lemar stated. "I won't deny, her capabilities in battle are advanced for any Starfleet vessel, but...these days there has been little reason to put them to use. Primarily, this is now a ship of peace and exploration." The human's answer warmed Rhian's soul. He obviously took great pride in his ship, as any officer should. But he doubted the veracity of the statement. "Indeed... exploration?" It was a rhetorical question. But the doubt was there. In Romulan terms, exploration meant conquest. And as such, this ship was perfect for the job. However, he knew that humans considered exploration a... "peaceful" occupation. As such, he wondered why the needed such a vessel in their explorations. Lemar looked at him and said, "If you'll excuse me, I have some matters to attend to. If you need anything at all, just ask." "Thank you Commander," Rhian replied. "Your hospitality has been quite gracious. I noted that you had food brought for the occasion. Perhaps I will get an opportunity to try some of your Federation food." At that Lemar stepped away. Rhian was about to move to the food table when a Vulcan woman stepped in his line of view. It was clear she was looking for his attention. She bowed slightly at him. Rhian returned the gesture. In the decades following the reunification movement on Romulus, little had changed between the Romulans and the Vulcans. Many Romulans still had difficulty believing that they were even related. Rhian was not among them. It was clearly obvious that the two races were distantly related. But Vulcans were a smug, self-righteous, arrogant, race, who would lie to your face, and claim that their logic dictated such actions. Rhian often felt that logic dictated a swift strike around the head and shoulders of most Vulcans was called for. However, this one had a different air about her. Perhaps it was the blonde hair. He raised a curious eyebrow at the plant in the woman's hands. "Can I help you Lieutenant?" The woman held out the plant in presentation. Of course he recognized the plant. The t'Saar was a rare plant, and it's legend was widely told to children as they prepared to be warriors. And was that a bowl of peace? Rhian had to work hard to hold back the smile. This was obviously important to the Vulcan and he didn't want to start an incident already. The woman looked as though she were searching for words and finally said, "From my father's people, to yours, sir." Rhian took the plant and looked at it with appreciation that one would give the homemade gift of a child. Still, it was a nice gesture. "Thank you Lieutenant," Rhian replied. "Perhaps I can plant this at my home and the legends will be fulfilled. Then Romulans will, once again, go to Vulcan. This time in peace." (reply Carrow) Rhian smiled at the much younger woman. "I was about to eat. Perhaps you would join me and explain some of the food that your people have prepared?" (reply Carrow) (posted by Al Muir) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Hades - Ten Forward - CEO Norman Harper- 1116) The need to socialize was becoming more of a burning sensation in Norm's chest than just a want to open his mouth, and because he could think of nothing to say that wouldn't put his foot in his mouth, Norm turned to the only other person he could see who was talking to no one. It took a few tries to catch her, since she moved around so much, but after taking up a drink for himself, he finally caught up with Ammon as she took a seat. "Ranae," he said as he walked up behind her, careful to stop several feet away so she wouldn't have to crane her neck too much to look at his face. "Looks like you're feelin' a bit like I am." (reply Ranae) He reached out to pull the chair next to her away from the table, and sat. "I always get antsy when I can't think of anything to say... I'm sure everybody knows that that is a rarity, but..." He smiled, and his thoughts momentarily wandered to the engines. He wondered when Travis would show up. Who would she leave in charge while they were both away? He pulled his thoughts back to the here-and-now, and resumed his smile. (reply Ranae) (posted by Jo) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Hades – Deck 10, Ten Forward – Romulan Centurian Mavus - 1117) It was entirely possible in all her years in service to the Empire that Mavus had never felt such trepidation as she did upon arriving on the transporter pad on the Starfleet ship, the Hades. ~Such spacious opulence!~ was her more immediate thought as she noted how many crew there were in the transporter room. That the Commander Lemar could squeeze in so many was proof of how large it was in reality. They still all had plenty of room. Mavus smiled cordially, unsure of what greeting she would receive, but reassured herself that the Empire had asked them here, so she hoped to make a good impression. They needed the treaty between the Empire and the Federation improved and updated. She certainly did not wish to be the reason as to why the talks foundered. She nodded politely and smiled, but said little during the introductions in the Transporter Room, eyeing the Starfleet personnel. ~Which one of these is my counterpart?~ Finding herself and her fellow crew surrounded as if they were prisoners made her uneasy. It was clear there was a certain amount of distrust in Starfleet. But given past poor experiences and outcomes over many years with their Federation neighbors, Mavus could not find fault with their desire for security control. She knew well how many of those in the Senate sought to create plans within plans and eschewed such intrigue herself whenever possible. Still, she was always careful about who to trust on the ship. The walk to the lounge area made its way through large long corridors that were carpeted, well lit and spacious. They passed what she guessed were interface conduits to the ship's systems on the walls of the corridors at regular intervals. ~Such openness!~ she marveled. No ships in the Romulan fleet were constructed with such luxury and candidness. She listened quietly, standing next to the commander and SubCommander Lheaes making no comments while in the elevator. So far many of crew was comprised of Terrans and a mix of other species, including Vulcan, Cardassian, Bajoran and a few she was not sure she could identify. Her green eyes sparkling, she curiously looked about when they entered the lounge. It was a large room with one whole wall devoted entirely to the view. Her homeworld planet the Terrans had dubbed Romulus was sparkling at them from space as the ship orbited, looking dear yet vulnerable from this ship. She shook her head. ~Such wealth of lavishness compared to many of our own ships.~ Looking around the room with undisguised curiosity, she spied what looked like a decorative plant and rock garden in one corner and other small tables and chairs scattered about apparently to encourage enjoyment of the view. A table full of food and drink was standing in the middle of a clear area. Mavus smiled at such hospitality but made no move to partake. She was unsure of the protocols and wished to observe first. A movement out of the corner of her eye caught her attention. It appeared one of the large decorative rocks had come to life and was coming toward her. Astounded, she watched it with much nervousness as it advanced on her. Its form resembled large rocky chunks that had been fused together. There was a small round structure on top that bore the Starfleet symbol, set amid the lumpy protrusions. It made a rumbling noise as it moved and its movement was due to many finer small protrusions on its sides, and she assumed, from underneath. She took two steps back, startled, her mouth open. She nearly jumped when it spoke through the domed structure, spotting the speaker grill. "Hello and welcome to our ship. This is Ten Forward, where we often socialize and have meals together. I am Lt. Maraht, the Chief Operations Officer. Might I offer you a drink of some kind?" Mavus closed her mouth with an audible snap. Finding her voice she said, "You are this ship's Chief Operations Officer? How can that be?" Questions rammed into each other in her mind. She didn't know where to start. How did it see and hear? What did it eat? She walked around the creature in amazement and observed there were no obvious discernible organs, other than the light colored hair like projections that gave it locomotion. Her cheeks greening with flushed embarrassment, Mavus belatedly remembered the stony creature's question. "I would like a drink, yes. But I would appreciate it if you could tell me about yourself, Lt. Maraht. Exactly what species are you?" (Reply Maraht, Any) (Posted by Sheila Mayer) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Hades – Deck 10, Ten Forward – COPS L. Maraht, Centurion Mavus - 1119) "I would like a drink, yes. But I would appreciate it if you could tell me about yourself, Lt. Maraht. Exactly what species are you?" asked the Romulan. "Come right this way and we can talk," replied Maraht. She seemed excited if he was interpreting her nonverbal cues correctly. He led her over to the buffet table and uncurling his main phalange out from underneath himself, he selected a dry white wine and offered her a small half goblet. "Why don't you tell me your name?" suggested Maraht. Again it appeared the Romulan's cheeks flushed green. Taking the goblet from the odd creature, she nodded, saying, "I am Centurion Mavus from the Donatra. I have many duties all over the ship but I concentrate mostly on working and repair the Donatra's engines and thrusters." "So you are an Engineer. It is good to meet you, Centurian Mavus. I am a Horta, a silicon based life form from a planet called Janus IV. Our long lived race happens to be the best natural miners in the galaxy. We exude a corrosive digestive acid and melt rock, metallic ores and minerals with it for immediate ingestion. We only exude it when eating. I suspect that I may be the only Horta in Starfleet. I know I am certainly the only Starfleet Officer at this time. But since I have been in Starfleet, some of my other brothers and sisters may have applied to the Academy." Looking fascinated and astounded, Mavus said, "Lt. Maraht, I am surprised that such a species such as yours could have successfully developed. How do see and hear? May I touch you?" "You may," answered Maraht, his main phalange waving with good humor. Bending slightly, Mavus reached out one cautious hand and placed it on Maraht's carapace, palm down. "You are very warm!" she said with surprise. "Yes, we have something akin to a liquid lava asbestos for blood with a silicon and iron base instead of your Romulan copper or Terran iron found in other blood chemistries," explained Maraht. "The Great Lava, the Creator of All Things, based our overall chemistry and cellular biology on silicon instead of carbon as many species such as yours have developed." The two continued to speak and Maraht found himself enjoying speaking with the Romulan named Mavus. She was innately curious, a quality common to many Horta. She also had much humor and when Maraht asked about her own life, she began telling him stories of her own province where she was born and more about the Romulan people. Maraht thought that in some ways he and Mavus were much more alike than either one had realized. (Reply Any) (Posted by Sheila Mayer) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Hades – Deck 10, Ten Forward – FO Commander Jonas Lemar – 1120.5) “So you’re certain the away team are safe and sound?” Jonas spoke quietly into his comm. badge, away from the rest of the people present. He had been gaining an update on the negotiating team. They had been on the surface for nearly an hour, and while he was happy to be entertaining in Ten Forward, he was constantly wondering about the status of the team. =^= Yes commander. Life signs appear to be normal =^= Jonas had agreed to allow Lieutenant Trinin fit a number of tracking devices to the away team. The devices should be enable them to lock on with a transporter should the need arise, and also monitor basic bio-data on the individual wearing them. Trinin had insisted that their use be kept from the majority of the team, and although Jonas had been concerned that that was being overly paranoid, he had allowed it all the same. “Very well. Keep me updated.” Just then, rustling like a gentle breeze, Shayhiloosh approached from behind. Jonas hadn’t noticed hir at first, but now he had finished the Arborian had made hir presence known. “Sir, I apologize for my late arrival. I was unexpectantly and unavoidably detained. I can explain what happened privately if you like.” Jonas shook his head to reassure the Assistant Chief of Science. “Mister Shayhiloosh. Just relax and try to make our Romulan guests welcome.” Jonas smiled and watched as the Arborian shuffled off to do just that. (reply: none, any) (posted by Dave) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Hades - Deck 10, Ten Forward - Uhlan S'Tarleya and Lt. Shayhiloosh- 1124) S'Tarleva looked around the room with curiosity and distrust. But that was her job. She had been introduced as the Commander's personal assistant. The truth was closer to that she was his personal body guard. Her intense training at the Romulan Academy of Martial Arts was thorough, and her conditioning made her perfect weapon. Perfect in the fact that she was easily underestimated by her opponents. After all, she was much smaller than most of the other "personal assistants." However, she was easily as tough, and tended to use more lethal tactics to compensate for her size. Along with her defense training she also learned what it took to be an administrative assistant. She knew what it would take to help with administrative duties on a starship. In that way, her true purpose was hidden more easily. Still, with all of her training she was not prepared for this. She was standing on a Federation starship, which they had not been fighting with. They were there for peacefully reasons. True peace with the Federation, was such a thing even possible, even with all of the accords that they had reached already. Both sides had proved, time and again, that they could not trust each other. S'Tarleva was not foolish enough to believe that the Romulan Senate was not without their faults with this issue. But it was not her place decide. She had been ordered to "mingle" but she also did not wish to be too far from Rhian. He tended to be a bit careless with his own safety. So she moved away from him, but here training had her remain alert, and close enough to "get involved" if anything unforeseen happened. Suddenly a voice spoke to her. "Clear waters and warm breezes to you. I must express regret for my abruptness of arrival. I am Ensign Shayhiloosh, Assistant Chief Science Officer. I am an Arborian." S'Tarleva turned with a start. She was surprised that someone was able to get that close to her, without her sensing them. But then when she realized what was talking to her, her surprise rose to a whole new level. Her eyes first hit, what would have been a Romulan's chest. Then as she looked up, her jaw slackened slightly as she realized that she was being addressed by some kind of giant, sentient, ... plant? The shock was so severee that she had a sudden urge to relieve her bladder. Fortunately she was able to regain her compsure quickly. "Ummmm....yes, clear breezes and warm waters to you too," she finally managed. Then gathered her wits. "I am Uhlan S'Tarleva. Arborian? I have never heard of such a species before. Where are you from?" "Our people are from Arboria Prime. As far as I know I am the only one of our people serving Starfleet. I enjoy the science aspects and I was hoping to get a closer look at your planetary flora. It is a specialty of mine," laughed Shayhiloosh through hir leafy boughs. The Arborian's laughter sounded like a whispery gentle wind and hir leaves shook more gaily, shimmering. S/he assigned a bright blue irised eyebulb in the Uhlan S'Tarleva's direction, blinking limpidly, canting it quizzically to one side. The other two eyestalks surveyed the rest of the room and those immediately around them warily. "Would you like to have something to eat or drink?" asked Shayhiloosh solicitously, waving a long root in the direction of the food table. "I know that many humanoids socialize and celebrate important events with the ingestion of food and drink appropriate to the occasion. We have a buffet set up with food you should be able to ingest. Is there something special you would like?" S'Tarleva enjoyed the sound of the Arborian's voice. It was almost musical. This was a rare occasion that she would take the time to enjoy an aesthetic. She nodded, stepping towards the food. "Is that so," S'Tarleva said. "Does that mean that your people do not socialize, or that you do not celebrate, or that you do not ingest food?" "Oh we most certainly do socialize and celebrate, but we ingest food differently though our root systems," explained Shayhiloosh. "We can root in soil during our sleeping hours through the daylight or we can ingest nutrients through a solution of mineral waters. I am not able to ingest the food on the table." "Interesting indeed, " S'Tarleva said. "So I must assume that you won't be ingesting any of this." She waved at the spread before them as she placed some vegetables on her own plate. (reply Shayhiloosh) (posted by Al Muir and Sheila Mayer) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Hades - Main Engineering - Engineer Nerrah Kusto- 1126) Dual language curses escaped the Bajoran engineer's mouth as his hand flew for his nose. He could feel, as blood seeped through the chinks of his fingers that he had broken the bridge again. Several more words that he had learned during the resistance escaped his lips and he leaned against the bulkhead to keep himself from manually tearing the pipe from the wall. He had been cleaning out the lubrication system to the secondary warp converter, when the pipe had swung loose and clobbered him full-on in the face. Though his swearing was open and loud, he attempted to keep his pain a bit quieter. There was nothing that made a broken nose worse than having people swarm you to "see if you are okay." His first inclanation was to take a deep breath, but without the conscious thought to do so through his mouth, he managed to take in the air through his throbbing nose. The intake of air intensified the pain like a sledge hammer taking out stress on his sinuses. He had also managed, with the breath, to empty blood into his lungs, and he choked momentarily and wound up with blood painfully stuck in his gullet. "Prophets," he pushed himself from the bulkhead and staggered toward the turbolift. This was the third time in two years he had broken his nose, and the meds were bound to get tired of mending it soon. (USS Hades - sick bay - Engineer Nerrah Kusto - 1130) ~The Senior staff are all in ten forward,~ Kusto thought bitterly as the doors slid open before him. He was going to have fun finding somebody to patch up the mess he had made. With blood still streaming between his fingers and crusting on his bare arms, Kusto made his way toward on of the nurses, all the while attempting to clear his gullet of the blood painfully stagnating. "Excuse me miss," he said, his voice muffled behind the palm of his hand, "can I get some - " a Bajoran curse escaped him again - "help?" (reply nurse, any in sickbay) (posted by Justine) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Hades - Deck 10, Ten Forward - Uhlan S'Tarleya - 1126) There was a moment of silence that seemed to span between the Arborian and the Uhlan as she bit through the stalk of a vegetable of some sort. It was small and orange and S'Tarleya found it rather tasty. It wasn't until she had reduced the bulk of it into mush between her teeth that it dawned on her that she may very well be causing the Arborian, sentient plant, some discomfort. ~Good to know.~ she thought to herself. "If I may be so bold, Shay-li-os" she said, pronouncing the alien's name with some difficulty, "What sort of tribute does Arboria Prime pay to the federation Senate? Is it labor on the agricultural worlds or perhaps botanical genetics research to improve food crops?" (reply Shayhiloosh) (USS Hades - Deck 10, Ten Forward - Uhlan S'Tarleya - 1134) After taking her leave of the large talking and frightening sentient plant, Uhlan had turned her attentions to speaking with some of the more 'normal' members of the federation crews. Specifically the Chief engineer of the building. She had introduced herself to a tall lanky human and had inquired about the ship's warp geometry. Of course her interests were purely practical. Whatever information that she might gather here about the senior crew and their vessel may become useful when these federation officers betrayed their trust as was so often the case in the past. The engineer had agreed to answer a few questions for her and the Federation Commander had excused himself. Uhlan bowed as he left, a sign of respect, even if she didn't really have much for him, and turned her attentions back to the tall human Norm gestured for the young Romulan to be seated, "I'm sorry," he started, "How did you say you pronounced your name?" "Uhlan S'Tarleya " She replied as she took a seat across from him. The human repeated her name back, albeit it poorly until Uhlan forced herself to smile. "That's close enough." she finally replied. He then extended a hand to her, "Norman Harper, but call me Norm," he offered. She regarded his hand for a moment then looked back at him. "Yes, your name was mentioned in the transporter room." she replied, but did not shake his hand. She just could not bring herself to touch an alien. "So," Norm started, "the nacelles are actually vital to the conversion of anti-matter to energy." He began to explain the basics to her as if she was a school child. Of course she knew all of those details already, what she was interested in was the bubble geometry.. "Without them, the ship cannot function to full capacity, which means we're left limping across the stars like a lame horse... Errr..." He paused for a moment. Then added, "Like me..." "Forgive me, but you do not look anything like a lame quadruped of the genus Equus. But I must confess to you Lieutenant, that I am already familiar with the basic and the advanced workings of federation Warp drives. What I am really curious about is the means used to stabilize the warp bubble geometry between four independent nacelles. And to maintain that geometry without catastrophic circumstances should one or more of them fail. The geometric axis must be extraordinarily narrow and yet broad enough to establish a unified field dynamic. I'd appreciate it if you could shed some light on that subject." (reply Norm, Shayhiloosh) (posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Hades - Deck 10, Ten Forward – ACSO Ensign Shayhiloosh - 1127) "Interesting indeed," S'Tarleva said. "So I must assume that you won't be ingesting any of this." She waved at the spread before them as she placed some vegetables on her own plate. "I have no need for it, no. I see there is mineral water," Shayhiloosh answered. S/he snaked a rootlet past the Romulan and picked up three of the bottles of water. Uncapping the bottles, s/he probed a small root into each and began slowly absorbing the contents. There was a moment of silence between the Arborian and Uhlan S'Tarleya. Shayhiloosh noticed Uhlan S'Tarleya crunched on a carrot and seemed to find it tasty. S/he had been concerned that there might be so many differences in biology that the Romulans might not be able to consume the human foods. S/he felt relieved. "If I may be so bold, Shay-li-os," said Uhlan S'Tarleya. "What sort of tribute does Arboria Prime pay to the Federation Senate? Is it labor on the agricultural worlds or perhaps botanical genetics research to improve food crops?" "Our people do not pay a tribute. Technically Arboria Prime is not yet part of the Federation," explained Shayhiloosh. "However, according to the charter for the Federation, the races that have joined do not pay a tribute. They pool resources for purposes of trade and allocations of planetary resources as governed by themselves. Accumulation of wealth is not a goal within this type of planetary cooperative, due to the ability for everyone, with few exceptions, to produce large scale inexpensive consumer goods, much of which utilizes replicator technology. Thus everyone can be productive in one way or another and everyone can live well, with less worry for their needs." (Reply Uhlan S'Tarleya IYW) (Posted by Sheila Mayer) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Hades - Deck 10, Ten Forward - Uhlan S'Tarleya - 1128) Uhlan watched as the Arborian 'ate' it seemed rather, well 'boring'. What was the point of eating only to sustain life rather than to enjoy it. "Our people do not pay a tribute. Technically Arboria Prime is not yet part of the Federation," explained Shayhiloosh. "However, according to the charter for the Federation, the races that have joined do not pay a tribute. They pool resources for purposes of trade and allocations of planetary resources as governed by themselves. Accumulation of wealth is not a goal within this type of planetary cooperative, due to the ability for everyone, with few exceptions, to produce large scale inexpensive consumer goods, much of which utilizes replicator technology. Thus everyone can be productive in one way or another and everyone can live well, with less worry for their needs." "I can see little difference between paying tribute to the human centric leadership, and pooling resources so that the same leadership may use them as they decide. And I would argue the point that the pooling of resources signifies a sort of material wealth that is sought after by some in so much as they have influence while possessing that commodity. Just because the Federation does not work through a currency based mercantile system does not mean that their citizens do not seek material wealth. I would ask you to point to a single merchant in your fleet that does not make any monetary gain from the business that he undertakes and yet continues to do so equitably and solely for the fact that he enjoys it. By the same account power is just as much a commodity as dilithium or duranium and I would argue that there are those within the federation that have a wealthy disposition where that same commodity is concerned. If you should like an example I would point to your previous president Doentiz who seemed to be a very wealthy man where power was concerned, just as his primary opponent Robert LaDona was. So again I ask you what tribute does Arboria pay to the Federation? What is it that they do for the Federation that prevents them from being annexed or conquered?" (reply Shayhiloosh) (USS Hades - Deck 10, Ten Forward - Uhlan S'Tarleya - 1136) "I'm not sure if you are familiar with Earth's ancient aero-engineering," he paused to leave plenty of room for her to butt in before continuing, "But our nacelles work something to the same effect." He adjusted his weight backwards in his chair. "See, our aeroplanes were built with two - or more- engines in case one failed." He picked up a raw carrot from is plate and used it as a model, "When one died the other would be able to keep the plane from crashing until the pilot could get the other engine under control." He let the carrot drop several inches back onto his plate. "While casualties are guaranteed if a nacelle blows out, we have three more to pick up the slack." "So in effect each nacelle is capable of maintaining the warp field, stabilized by the primary deflector array, and should one fail, another takes it's place." She commented. "So it is redundant engineering in a manner of speaking. I can see the wisdom of that considering this vessel is a war ship. I can only assume that the transition is very quick or else the vessel would be left vulnerable to her enemies?" She added. He shrugged, "I wouldn't ask you to go into detail on the vulnerability of your ship, now would I?" "I'm sorry, I was under the impression that we were simply discussing warp dynamic and not the vulnerabilities of the Prometheus class of starship. My apologies." she replied even as the tall human was cutting into some sort of meat. "Is this any good?" He asked, his affable tone returned, "Have you tried it yet?" She frowned at him in an attempt to hide her complete disgust. "No I have not. I am a vegetarian, I do not eat the flesh of animals." she replied. "Did you know that the Romulan Star Empire has several variations of quantum singularity engines? I am curious if the Federation has several variations on the basic warp drive as well, or do they rely on the same basic system in all their vessels?" she asked. (reply Norm, Shayhiloosh) (posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Hades - Deck 10, Ten Forward – ACSO Ensign Shayhiloosh - 1129) "Our people do not pay a tribute. Technically Arboria Prime is not yet part of the Federation," explained Shayhiloosh. "However, according to the charter for the Federation, the races that have joined do not pay a tribute. They pool resources for purposes of trade and allocations of planetary resources as governed by themselves. Accumulation of wealth is not a goal within this type of planetary cooperative, due to the ability for everyone, with few exceptions, to produce large scale inexpensive consumer goods, much of which utilizes replicator technology. Thus everyone can be productive in one way or another and everyone can live well, with less worry for their needs." "I can see little difference between paying tribute to the human centric leadership, and pooling resources so that the same leadership may use them as they decide. And I would argue the point that the pooling of resources signifies a sort of material wealth that is sought after by some in so much as they have influence while possessing that commodity. Just because the Federation does not work through a currency based mercantile system does not mean that their citizens do not seek material wealth. I would ask you to point to a single merchant in your fleet that does not make any monetary gain from the business that he undertakes and yet continues to do so equitably and solely for the fact that he enjoys it," said Uhlan S'Tarleya. She continued, "By the same account, power is just as much a commodity as dilithium or duranium and I would argue that there are those within the Federation that have a wealthy disposition where that same commodity is concerned. If you should like an example I would point to your previous president Doentiz who seemed to be a very wealthy man where power was concerned, just as his primary opponent Robert LaDona was. So again I ask you, what tribute does Arboria pay to the Federation? What is it that they do for the Federation that prevents them from being annexed or conquered?" Shayhiloosh was amused that the Romulan did not seem to believe hir explanation. This Romulan seemed convinced that only her own opinion could possibly be correct. ~This bespeaks of a certain amount of arrogance and shortsightedness. Perhaps the treaty talks and long term exposure to Federation representatives and dealing with various races within the Federation will convinced them differently.~ "We pay no tribute. It matters little to me if you will or won't accept what I say as truthful," replied Shayhiloosh. "It is obvious to me that you refuse to accept what I say and that you are unwilling to understand any other point of view. I wish that were different as pursuing this mindset will preclude you and your race from gaining much in a varied and extensive universe. And so I take my leave of you," said Shayhiloosh, nodding an eyestalk respectfully in the Romulan's direction. S/he did not see how continuing this conversation could in anyway be productive or helpful, though hir branches drooped in sadness for the Romulan's narrow view. There would be much joy that she would not even know she missed. Spotting Maraht nearby, he moved in the Horta's direction. (Reply Uhlan S'Tarleya IYW) (Posted by Sheila Mayer) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Hades – Deck 10, Ten Forward – FO Commander Jonas Lemar – 1130) As Jonas rejoined the commotion and looked around the room, he was a little disappointed to see that many of the senior staff were actually keeping to themselves, rather than trying to get to know the Romulans. Infact, at first glance it was only Lieutenants Maraht, Carrow, and Ensign Shayhiloosh that were making the effort. So in an effort to involve the other two Romulans, Jonas approached Sub-Commander Lhaes. As he approached, the officer turned sharply as if expecting some kind of attack from behind. “Sub-Commander, so what do you think so far?” Lhaes snorted a little, and without so much as a glimmer that he was enjoying himself he responded, “So far it seems very typical of a Starfleet vessel. Much time has been spent on comfort and aesthetics of this room. I can think of far better uses for a space such as this.” Jonas laughed, not entirely surprised at the response from the Donatra’s Chief of Security. “Well, we all need a place to relax after we have been working so hard. Don’t you have a similar space onboard you ship?” Jonas began to edge toward the table with the food, hoping that the Romulan would follow him. Taking Lemar up on his offer, Lhaes started to approach the table of food. “Our mess hall is not as elaborate as this. We do not congregate in such spaces onboard our warships. Such places would encourage a lack of discipline.” Jonas came to a stop at the end of the table and picked up a plate, offering it to the Romulan Sub-Commander. Looking at the plate for a moment, Lhaes reluctantly accepted the plate and peered down at the food. “Why don’t you try the savoury pastries,” recommended Jonas as he pointed a small plate of warm food. “They are full of flavour and spices. Am I correct to think that many Romulans enjoy such flavours?” Jonas looked over at Lieutenant Ammon and Lieutenant Harper, who were seated on a table nearby. “Yes, well I doubt anything you have could match the local goulash from my home province...but I am willing to try your recommendation.” The Sub-commander moved in to take a small pastry and took a small bite. As the flavours hit him, his eyes widened and a smile crept to the corners of his mouth. “Not bad,” he said after swallowing a mouthful. “I will have another of these.” And as he put the remainder of the pastry into his mouth, he moved to take another from the table. Still looking the conversing Chief Tactical and Engineering officers, Lemar raised his voice a little and said, “Lieutenant Ammon, I’m certain that Sub-Commander Lhaes here would be very glad to speak with you about the tactical comparisons of our two vessels.” Jonas looked over Lhaes, to see if he would agree. “Yes indeed,” replied the sub-commander, swallowing another bite of the spiced pastry. “I would very much like to speak with you about such things...” (reply: Ammon) As Jonas stepped aside to allow the Sub-Commander to approach he spoke to Harper. “How are things Lieutenant? Are you coping with the leg down in engineering?” Jonas smiled, genuinely concerned for the chiefs well-being. (reply: Harper) Just then, another Romulan came up from behind. Jonas hadn’t even noticed her at first, so when she spoke he was little surprised. “Excuse me, I am Uhlan S'Tarleya. I would be very interested in your engineering systems. Perhaps you might be able to talk to me about how you manage to create a stable warp-field with so many nacelles onboard.” The low ranking officer looked on expectantly, hoping that the Lieutenant would engage her in conversation. (reply: Harper) “I’ll leave you to it,” said Jonas with a smile, turning to look for Commander Rhian. (reply: Harper, Ammon, any) (posted by Dave) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Hades - Ten Forward - CTAC Lt. Ammon Ranae - 1133) As she was observing the assembly of Starfleet and Romulan officers, naturally Ranae was very away that Commander Lemar and Sub-Commander Lhaes had approached the table of goodies, and that Lemar was casting glances towards where Harper and she were seated. "Ut oh!" She said to Harper, under her breath and behind a particularly tasty pastry. "don't look behind you but we are presently under surveillance by the commander." (reply Harper iyw) Ranae could see that the Sub-Commander was enjoying the same kind of pastry that she was enjoying, and the low murmer of his voice and Lemar's was proof that they were conversing, but when the FO raised his voice, she knew for sure she was the object of his scrutiny especially when she was addressed by name. "Lieutenant Ammon, I'm certain that Sub-Commander Lhaes here would be very glad to speak with you about the tactical comparisons of our two vessels." "Yes indeed," replied Lhaes. "I would very much like to speak with you about such things..." Respectfully, Ranae stood up and gave a bow of her head. "Would you care to join me then, Sir?" She politely asked. (reply Lhaes) Commander Lemar stepped aside to allow the Sub-Commander to approach the table and spoke to the CEO, asking how his leg was and if he was coping in engineering. (reply: Harper) Just then, a female Romulan came over and politely introduced herself as Uhlan S'Tarleya. She looked at Harper, her eagerness obvious, and asked if he would be able to talk to her about how a stable warp-field is created with so many nacelles on the ship. (reply: Harper) "I'll leave you to it," said Jonas with a smile, turning to look for Commander Rhian. Ranae sat down when the two Romulans took their seats. "What would you like to know about our tactical systems?" She asked, popping the last piece of pastry into her mouth. ~I guess I'll make the best of it, they're only humanoids after all, just like me.~ (reply: Harper, Lhaes, any) (posted by Sal) --------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2408.01.06 (USS Hades - Deck 10, Ten Forward - CEO Norman Harper - 1133) "Yes, I'm not comfortable around the Romulans," Ranae admitted, "so I thought it best to stay out of the way as much as possible, there are enough of us here to keep them occupied without my input, and as you say, I wouldn't know what to say to them anyway." She sipped at her drink and wiped her mouth on a napkin. "Where were you just now when you fazed out?" Norm shrugged at her question, "The engines, actually. I seem to be there 24-7 these days." He paused before addressing her aforementioned statement. "I'm not really uncomfortable, I just don't have much to say." He scrunched his face up in thought, "I really don't know too much about them, and I have a feeling they don't know too much about humans. I could talk about myself, but it'd be somethin' like 'hey. I worked in a hamburger joint as a kid. Do you know what a hamburger is?' "I'm not sure that really suffices as a conversation." Just as he finished talking, he caught the eye of the FO. "Lieutenant Ammon," Jonas cut in, "I'm certain that Sub-Commander Lhaes here would be very glad to speak with you about the tactical comparisons of our two vessels." Norm let a smile break across his face. He saw what the commander was doing, and to tell the truth, he appreciated it. (reply Ranae) As Ranae engaged in conversation with the wall of a Romulan, the FO turned to talk. "How are things Lieutenant? Are you coping with the leg down in engineering?" Jonas smiled, and Norm could see concern on his commanding officer's face. "I'm walkin' more like duck than a man, but I can't complain. The engines are runnin' like new and I'm havin' the time of my life not sittin' around in sick bay." He smiled back at the commander just as a young Romulan Norm did not exactly remember approached. "Excuse me, I am Uhlan S'Tarleya. I would be very interested in your engineering systems. Perhaps you might be able to talk to me about how you manage to create a stable warp-field with so many nacelles onboard." Norm made a small bow in her direction, "I'd be glad to," he said, thankful that she had brought up a subject he could talk about. "I'll leave you to it," Jonas said before turning around and disappearing. Norm gestured for the young Romulan to be seated, "I'm sorry," he started, "How did you say you pronounced your name?" (reply S'Tarleya) Norm repeated it to her slowly, going over each syllable to make sure he was saying it correctly, and imprinted it in his brain. He then extended a hand to her, "Norman Harper, but call me Norm," he offered. (reply S'Tarleya) "So," Norm started, "the nacelles are actually vital to the conversion of anti-matter to energy." He began to explain the basics as not to give away too much information and to try to make sense. He worried that sometimes he was too trusting, but he could see nothing threatening about the curious Romulan sitting across from him. "Without them, the ship cannot function to full capasity, which means we're left limping across the stars like a lame horse... Errr..." He wondered if she would understand to reference to the animal. "Like me..." (reply S'Tarleya) (posted by Justine) --------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2408.01.06 (USS Hades - Deck 10, Ten Forward - Norm Harper - 1135) Norm ignored her slight and turned his offer of a hand shake into an awkward gesture to sweep a nonexistant piece of hair from his eyes. "Forgive me, but you do not look anything like a lame quadruped of the genus Equus. But I must confess to you Lieutenant, that I am already familiar with the basic and the advanced workings of federation Warp drives. What I am really curious about is the means used to stabilize the warp bubble geometry between four independent nacelles. And to maintain that geometry without catastrophic circumstances should one or more of them fail. The geometric axis must be extraordinarily narrow and yet broad enough to establish a unified field dynamic. I'd appreciate it if you could shed some light on that subject." "I know some people who would argue with you there. I've been called much worse than a horse..." He bit his lower lip at her latter comment. "I'm really not at liberty to discuss the inner workings of engineering to any real depths," he finally said, a bit of an edge to his voice. He raised an eye brow at her, but resisted the urge to narrow his eyes. He then reached out for his glass of water and sucked down its remainder to give himself time to recollect himself. It took conscious thought to keep his anti-social self out of the mix, but at last he took the glass away from his face. "I'm not sure if you are familiar with Earth's ancient aero-engineering," he paused to leave plenty of room for her to butt in before continuing, "But our nacelles work something to the same effect." He adjusted his weight backwards in his chair. "See, our aeroplanes were built with two - or more- engines in case one failed." He picked up a raw carrot from is plate and used it as a model, " When one died the other would be able to keep the plane from crashing until the pilot could get the other engine under control." He let the carrot drop several inches back onto his plate. "While casualties are guarunteed if a nacelle blows out, we have three more to pick up the slack." (reply S'Tarleya iyw) He shrugged, "I wouldn't ask you to go into detail on the vulnerability of your ship, now would I?" He said it with a smile, but it was in a tone he was sure his mother would have hated. He then leaned back in his chair and began to saw the piece of meat on his plate. Before he shoveled the severed piece of meat into his mouth he looked up at S'Tarleya. "Is this any good?" He asked, his affable tone returned, "Have you tried it yet?" (reply S'Tarleya) (posted by Justine) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Hades – Deck 10, Ten Forward – Sub-Commander Lhaes – 1135) As Commander Lemar turned to speak with two of his own officers, Lhaes had been caught a little off guard, focusing for a moment on the taste of the food he had just sampled. Lemar had suggested that he speak with his own tactical officer about their mutual fields, and Lhaes had thought that a very good idea indeed. ~Perhaps a chance to gain a new perspective on this human ship~ he had thought, approaching with a smile that wasn’t altogether as genuine as he made it appear to be. “Would you care to join me then, Sir?” asked the officer, who Lhaes noticed was ranked at Lieutenant. Lhaes approached the seat, “Indeed I will...” he answered quickly, lowering himself into the hard-backed seat near the small table. As the Commander turned to the other of his officers, Lhaes looked at the strange combination of races that the tactical lieutenant appeared to be. ~Cardassian...and Bajoran?~ he wondered, considering the genetic makeup quite strange indeed. He knew that such things would never be allowed in the Romulan Empire. Such people were considered impure and imperfect, and subsequently not Romulan. As Lhaes took his seat and smiled, watching the Uhlan do likewise beside him. Then the Commander walked away and the mixed-breed Lieutenant spoke to him. “What would you like to know about our tactical systems?" Asking her question, she put a piece of food into her mouth and waited for an answer. ~Clearly they don’t have the same ideals as our great people. Just one of their many weaknesses~ he thought to himself before answering, “Well, I would very much like to know, why does your Federation prefer phased energy weapons to disruptor weapons, such as ours?” Genuinely interested in the answer Lhaes explained, “It has always been something that I have wondered, about other...minor races and empires that we have come across in our history.” (reply: Ammon) Listening for a moment to her answer, Lhaes added an opinion of his own. “In my experience I find that the rate of fire and power of each blast is far more efficient when it comes to battle. Would you not agree that on a warship like yours, such weapons would be a great benefit?” To Lhaes, a weapon was not a good weapon if it did not affect considerable damage to its target. To him, phaser strips were simply an inefficient method of firepower. (reply: Ammon, any) (posted by Dave) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Hades, Deck Ten, Ten Forward, ACSO Ensign (JG) Kenneth McKenzie 11:36 hours) As the other officers had been talking, Kenny had only spoken a few words to the Romluans since they got to Ten Forward. Kenny was not a very talkie person, and the fact that they were with a race who was not really a member nor an ally of the Federation did not inspire his mood, but he knew that he was going to have to say a few more words that what he had said so far. Clutching his glass of Earth banana juice, he walked over to Commander Rhian, who seemed to be alone. "Commander." Kenny said politely. "I'm Kenneth McKenzie. The Assistant Chief Science Officer on the Hades." Kenny held out his hand. (Reply Commander Rhian) "I was wondering how your people view the advancement of science? I would love to hear." (Reply Commander Rhian) (Posted by Gavin Work) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Hades - 10 Forward - Commander Rhian - 1138) Rhian had managed to extract himself from the Chief Science officer after they had shared a plate of food. She was an interesting woman, and the most un-Vulcan person he'd met, who was actually Vulcan. He finally managed to find some time to gather his thoughts and make his own assessment of these people when he noted another officer approaching him. If the uniform conformed to their protocols this man would be another scientist. Rhian was beginning to believe the story of this being a ship of exploration. "Commander." The man said holding out his hand. "I'm Kenneth McKenzie. The Assistant Chief Science Officer on the Hades." Rhian looked at the hand and then at the rank insignia on his lapel. He did not smile but bowed his head slightly. "Kenneth McKenzie? I've never heard a rank of Kenneth before." The comment stopped the human for moment. Then a slight smile cracked across the Romulan's mouth. "I jest." He shook the man's hand quickly and firmly, and was quick to withdraw. "How can I help Kenneth?" "I was wondering how your people view the advancement of science? I would love to hear." Rhian's head cocked to the side slightly as he raised an eyebrow. It was an odd, and vague, question. "I suppose I do not quite understand your question Ensign," he admitted. "How do we view science advancement? In what context. In the words of your people, knowledge is, and we agree, power. And as such it is important to continue scientific advancements, just so that we can maintain the balance of power in the quadrant. Was there something more specific you were wondering?" (reply McKenzie) (posted by Al Muir) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Hades - Deck 10, Ten Forward - CTAC Lt. Ammon Ranae - 1138) The Romulan Sub-Commander agreed to sit down at Ranae's table, though he was looking at her rather intently as if studying her. ~Most likely never seen a Cardi-Bajoran.~ Ranae figured, ~I wonder what's going through his head right now.~ "What would you like to know about our tactical systems?" Ranae asked and then popped a piece of the pastry into her mouth, chewing it as she waited for an answer. "Well, I would very much like to know, why does your Federation prefer phased energy weapons to disruptor weapons, such as ours? It has always been something that I have wondered, about other...minor races and empires that we have come across in our history." "In all honesty I am unsure, but believe it is regarded as an inhumane device that kills too slowly and with much anguish, apart from that I have no idea if there are other reasons for it not to be used by the Federation." Lhaes added an opinion of his own, expressing that he considered the rate of fire and power of each blast to be far more efficient when it came to battle, and asked Ranae if she would agree that on a warship like Hades, such weapons would be a great benefit. With a smile Ranae answered him, "Sir, I am a Tactical Officer as such I would gladly use any and all weapons available for my use, in order to affect maximum damage." She sipped her drink. "Have you personally ever used a phaser?" (reply: Lhaes, any) (posted by Sal) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Hades- Ten Forward- ACSO Ensign (JG) Kenneth McKenzie - 11:41 hours) "I suppose I do not quite understand your question Ensign. How do we view science advancement? In what context. In the words of your people, knowledge is, and we agree, power. And as such it is important to continue scientific advancements, just so that we can maintain the balance of power in the quadrant. Was there something more specific you were wondering?" Kenny took another sip of his banana juice. "My apologies; I didn't phrase that well, but I believe you answered it." He smiled. "To be honest, I know little of Romulan culture. As well as being a man of Science, I'm also very curious. I was wondering if you could tell me about yourself. Would you say you are a 'Typical Romulan'? I'd be willing to exchange it with some Human culture and history." (Reply Commander Rhian.) (Posted by Gavin Work) --------------------------------------------------------------------- End Compile ---------------------------------------------------------------------