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<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:normal;" class="ydpf790992byiv8258056324ydpb9db858MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:New serif;" lang="en-NL">Stardate: 2446.04.29</span></p>
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<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:normal;" class="ydpf790992byiv8258056324ydpb9db858MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:New serif;" lang="en-NL">(USS Illuminar – </span><span style="font-family:New serif;" lang="EN-US">Dyson’s
Quarter – ACONN Alex Dyson – 0857)</span></p>
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<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:normal;" class="ydpf790992byiv8258056324ydpb9db858MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:New serif;" lang="EN-US">Kelly was
catching up on her sleep in her own quarters, leaving Alex alone to make his
proposal. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:normal;" class="ydpf790992byiv8258056324ydpb9db858MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:New serif;" lang="EN-US">But before
he got to work on that, there was the issue of getting permission for Kelly some
time off. </span></p>
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<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:normal;" class="ydpf790992byiv8258056324ydpb9db858MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:New serif;" lang="EN-US">During
their talk last night, she had told him about what had happened to Joy Chinlo.
And her current status within the department. ~Keep it simple. Just keep it as
close to the truth as possible.~ He hit several keys and computer began a recording.
It was addressed to Lieutenant Grey Wolf and Lieutenant-Commander T’Mur.</span></p>
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<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:normal;" class="ydpf790992byiv8258056324ydpb9db858MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:New serif;" lang="EN-US">“Hello,
Lieutenant and Commander. Kelly told me about what happened to with Crewman
Chinlo and how she is currently suspended. I believe it would do her mental
state good if the two of us went on vacation together,” This was totally true.
“So I am hereby putting in a request for leave time for the both us. The
details are in attachment Alpha.” He had simply filled in the standard form.
“We’re still working on the destination of our trip. As soon as we know, I’ll
send you an update. Regards, Ensign Alexander Dyson.”</span></p>
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<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:normal;" class="ydpf790992byiv8258056324ydpb9db858MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:New serif;" lang="EN-US">If he
managed to get Weston aboard with his crazy plan, he would send them a message saying
that he was taking her to New Romulus to introduce her to Yenna. Which would be
true. Next, he had an idea for finding his old roommate, Emile Schofield. ~If I
can find him, he will come.~ But it was the finding part that was the hard bit.
</span></p>
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<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:normal;" class="ydpf790992byiv8258056324ydpb9db858MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:New serif;" lang="EN-US">He hit
several keys and the computer made a connection to Radio Hub One. Radio Hub One
was collection of independent subspace radio stations that covered most of the
Alpha and Beta Quadrant. People could submit messages for friends that would
then be read out loud on the stations. Alex began typing his message.</span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:normal;" class="ydpf790992byiv8258056324ydpb9db858MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:New serif;" lang="EN-US"> </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:normal;" class="ydpf790992byiv8258056324ydpb9db858MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:New serif;" lang="EN-US">=^=For
Joker, from Commander Alex Shepard. I’ve settled on the Illuminar, call me on
the old band.=^=</span></p>
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<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:normal;" class="ydpf790992byiv8258056324ydpb9db858MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:New serif;" lang="EN-US">Back in
the orphanage, Emile and Alex sometimes used subspace walkie-talkies. Joker was
the only one who knew the frequency they used. He was also the only one who
would understand the message. That message send, he activated the encryption
protocols on his console. It took a couple more buttons, but he routed the
message to the IKS Skral. </span></p>
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<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:normal;" class="ydpf790992byiv8258056324ydpb9db858MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:New serif;" lang="EN-US">“Rox,
it’s Alex. I’m working on making the trip to New Romulus happen. But the
Starfleet brass will throw a fit if I just go and get our girl. So we need a
cover story. Yeah, I know, not very honorable. But I can’t do my job as Mac’s
father if they won’t even let me off the frakking ship. Find everything you can
about a Slaver ship called the Chalche’yon and then raise a stink to the
Illuminar’s spook, Lieutenant Michael Weston.” ~And we’re off to the races…~</span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:normal;" class="ydpf790992byiv8258056324ydpb9db858MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:New serif;" lang="EN-US"> </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:normal;" class="ydpf790992byiv8258056324ydpb9db858MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:New serif;" lang="EN-US">“How
you’ve been assigned to impound the vessel, how the Empire considers this a top
priority, and so on. Call in favors, get people to back you up. You know, the
normal diplomatic chest pounding. <span> </span>Oh,
and make a point about how we can’t wear Starfleet uniforms or civilian clothes
during this trip. Say it’s a security risk. Trust me, it’ll make sense later.
Alex out.”</span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:normal;" class="ydpf790992byiv8258056324ydpb9db858MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:New serif;" lang="EN-US"> </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:normal;" class="ydpf790992byiv8258056324ydpb9db858MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:New serif;" lang="EN-US">He send
the message, then programmed the computer to keep the next messages in its
memory. They would only be delivered when the pre-programmed recipient,
Lieutenant Michael Weston, returned to the ship. With a bit of luck, by then,
Rox and friends would have send messages about the Chalche’yon to Weston. Of
course, he knew that Rox – being the drunk that he was – probably didn’t have
many friends. But all they would need to make it sound legal, was one or two.
He began with the official message, which he named file Alpha One. </span></p>
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<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:normal;" class="ydpf790992byiv8258056324ydpb9db858MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:New serif;" lang="EN-US"><>Encryption
engaged.<></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:normal;" class="ydpf790992byiv8258056324ydpb9db858MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:New serif;" lang="EN-US"> </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:normal;" class="ydpf790992byiv8258056324ydpb9db858MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:New serif;" lang="EN-US">“From
Alexander Dyson, Ensign, Flight Control to Michael Weston, Lieutenant,
Starfleet Intelligence. Per your verbal request, I have made enquiries
regarding the location of the Privateer vessel Chalche’yon. My sources indicate
that it is currently operating within the Romulan Republic near New Romulus.” </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:normal;" class="ydpf790992byiv8258056324ydpb9db858MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:New serif;" lang="EN-US"> </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:normal;" class="ydpf790992byiv8258056324ydpb9db858MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:New serif;" lang="EN-US">“Due to
the Chalche’yon’s Klingon origin, it has also drawn the attention of the
Klingon military, who wish to impound the vessel.” This was the part of the
story that the messages from Rox and company would sell. If the brass came knocking
on Weston’s door, he would have plausible deniability. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:normal;" class="ydpf790992byiv8258056324ydpb9db858MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:New serif;" lang="EN-US"> </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:normal;" class="ydpf790992byiv8258056324ydpb9db858MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:New serif;" lang="EN-US">“However,
due to the vessel’s current location, they are unable to do so without starting
a full scale war between the Klingon Empire and the Romulan Republic.
Therefore, they have verbally requested our aid in securing the vessel. Due to
security concerns,<span> </span>no transcript of this
request was made.” ~Sounds official enough.~ “Further operational suggestions
will follow in file Alpha Two. Dyson out.”</span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:normal;" class="ydpf790992byiv8258056324ydpb9db858MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:New serif;" lang="EN-US"> </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:normal;" class="ydpf790992byiv8258056324ydpb9db858MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:New serif;" lang="EN-US"><>Recording
ended.<></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:normal;" class="ydpf790992byiv8258056324ydpb9db858MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:New serif;" lang="EN-US"> </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:normal;" class="ydpf790992byiv8258056324ydpb9db858MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:New serif;" lang="EN-US">The computer
filed the message as ordered. Next, Alex created file Alpha Two. Before he
began his dictation, he added a table that would be displayed when Weston
opened the file. Instead of using names, he used Starfleet serial numbers. The
only exception was Rox, for who he used his KDF service number. Alex was Alpha,
Weston was Bravo, Kelly was Charlie, Vermyx was Delta and Rox was Epsilon.
Finally, Mac was Longinquus. ~Latin for Distant Relative.~ That done, he began
the recording. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:normal;" class="ydpf790992byiv8258056324ydpb9db858MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:New serif;" lang="EN-US"> </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:normal;" class="ydpf790992byiv8258056324ydpb9db858MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:New serif;" lang="EN-US"><>Encryption
active.<></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:normal;" class="ydpf790992byiv8258056324ydpb9db858MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:New serif;" lang="EN-US"> </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:normal;" class="ydpf790992byiv8258056324ydpb9db858MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:New serif;" lang="EN-US">“From Alpha
to Bravo. I have confirmed the existence of Longinquus. She is on New Romulus,
staying with her half-sibling and her half-sibling’s mother. Longinquus’ mother
has given up her parental right, leaving me one of her two legal family
members,” He paused. ~How to break him the news about Rox. “The only other
family member remaining is a Klingon officer by the name of Rox, who is
Longinquus grandfather. I am well aware how politically…” He searched for the
proper word. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:normal;" class="ydpf790992byiv8258056324ydpb9db858MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:New serif;" lang="EN-US"> </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:normal;" class="ydpf790992byiv8258056324ydpb9db858MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:New serif;" lang="EN-US">“….disruptive
the presence of a Klingon in Romulan space can potentially be. However, Officer
Rox has made it clear that he will go to New Romulus, if we aid him or not. By
folding him into the mission, we should be able to prevent any negative fallout
from his presence. Furthermore, Delta has suggested that we can keep Officer
Rox in transporter stasis to hide his presence from Romulan sensors.” He
scratched his beard.</span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:normal;" class="ydpf790992byiv8258056324ydpb9db858MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:New serif;" lang="EN-US"> </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:normal;" class="ydpf790992byiv8258056324ydpb9db858MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:New serif;" lang="EN-US">“Finally,
I recommend bringing Delta as mission engineer and Charlie as security presence,”
The transcribed file included everybody’s service number for identification.
“To reduce our chances of detection, I recommend we use the Captain’s Yacht,
which is equipped with a cloaking device. Alpha out.”</span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:normal;" class="ydpf790992byiv8258056324ydpb9db858MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:New serif;" lang="EN-US"> </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:normal;" class="ydpf790992byiv8258056324ydpb9db858MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:New serif;" lang="EN-US"><>Recording
ended.<></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:normal;" class="ydpf790992byiv8258056324ydpb9db858MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:New serif;" lang="EN-US"> </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:normal;" class="ydpf790992byiv8258056324ydpb9db858MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:New serif;" lang="EN-US">He added
the message to the list. So far, he had been doing nothing but winding up. ~Now
comes the actually pitch.~ He began recording the last message, Alpha Three. He
was spreading his pitch over multiple files, so that the file size stayed small
and didn’t attract too much attention. ~Here comes the last piece of the puzzle.~</span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:normal;" class="ydpf790992byiv8258056324ydpb9db858MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:New serif;" lang="EN-US"> </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:normal;" class="ydpf790992byiv8258056324ydpb9db858MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:New serif;" lang="EN-US"><>Encryption
active.<></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:normal;" class="ydpf790992byiv8258056324ydpb9db858MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:New serif;" lang="EN-US"> </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:normal;" class="ydpf790992byiv8258056324ydpb9db858MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:New serif;" lang="EN-US">“Proposed
mission: Bird travels to target with Alpha through Epsilon aboard. Bird then
returns to the nest with Bravo, Charlie, Delta and Longinquus aboard. This will
give those aboard the vessel plausible deniability and insures Longinquus’ secure
return. Alpha and Epsilon will remain at target and deal with the Klingons’ request.”
He paused, then took a deep breath and added the hard part. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:normal;" class="ydpf790992byiv8258056324ydpb9db858MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:New serif;" lang="EN-US"> </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:normal;" class="ydpf790992byiv8258056324ydpb9db858MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:New serif;" lang="EN-US">“I could
tell you more, Bravo, but I believe the less you know, the better. I have made
arrangements for the case that I do not return.” This was not true yet, but he
had plans in his head already. “In such a case, Charlie will become the legal
guardian of Longinquus. Alpha out.”</span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:normal;" class="ydpf790992byiv8258056324ydpb9db858MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:New serif;" lang="EN-US"> </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:normal;" class="ydpf790992byiv8258056324ydpb9db858MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:New serif;" lang="EN-US"><>Recording
ended.<></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:normal;" class="ydpf790992byiv8258056324ydpb9db858MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:New serif;" lang="EN-US"> </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:normal;" class="ydpf790992byiv8258056324ydpb9db858MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:New serif;" lang="EN-US">He added
the last message to the row and then closed the folder. That done, he opened a
new message and dictated a will. His parents had used a notary called Gerry
Jones for all their legal matters. Alex had been surprised to learn that he was
still on the man’s client list, which he learned during his visit to Mars. Jones
had helped him with the paperwork for his parents’ apartment. The will complete,
he send it to Jones. His last message send, he walked out of his quarters and
headed for the officers lounge. He needed some time with his fellow Starfleet
officers. Just in case this whole thing went wrong and this was his last
chance.</span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:normal;" class="ydpf790992byiv8258056324ydpb9db858MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:New serif;" lang="EN-US">(Reply Grey
Wolf, T’Mur, Rox, Weston)</span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:normal;" class="ydpf790992byiv8258056324ydpb9db858MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:New serif;" lang="EN-US">(Posted
by Ruben)</span></p>
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