USS Spectre

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Subject: Spectre Compile Jan 19-25 (pt 2)
Spectre compile, Jan 19-25 
Mission: The Prisoners Dilemma, Day 3 
Stardate 2406.03.11 

(USS Spectre - Cargo Bay 1 - ACMO Anderson - 11.45) 
(USS Spectre, Cargo Bay 1, Kahila Lono, 12.07) 
(USS Spectre, Research Lab, CSO Ensign Octan Maber, 13:35) 
(USS Spectre, Captain's Ready Room, 16:20) 
(USS Spectre, Ready Room, ACEO Alesia Traynor - 16.35) 
(USS Spectre, Cargo Hold, Cage, Eli - the Ferret, 
16.35) 
((USS Spectre: Security Office - Lt. Orde - 17.35) 
(USS Spectre - Sickbay - ACMO Anderson - 17.45) 
(USS Spectre - Sickbay - ACMO Traynor - 17.49) 
(USS Spectre - Saurik's Bathroom - Acting CMO Anderson - 17.57) 

Stardate 2406.03.12 
USS Spectre - Quarters - ACMO Anderson - 0700) 
(USS Spectre, personal quarters, Kahila Lono, 7:30) 
(USS Spectre, Personal Quarters, ACMO Alesia Traynor, 
07.45) 
(USS Spectre: Observation Lounge - Lt. Orde - 0800) 
(USS Spectre, Observation Lounge, CO, Captain Remae - 08.30) 
(USS Spectre, Bridge, CSO, Ensign Octan Maber- 08.35) 
(USS Spectre: Bridge - TAC/SC Lt. Orde - 0835) 
(USS Spectre - Observation lounge - Acting CMO Anderson - 8.35) 
(USS Spectre, Bridge, CO, Captain Remae - 08.40) 
(USS Spectre: Bridge - Lt. Orde - 0841) 






Stardate 2406.03.11 
(USS Spectre - Cargo Bay 1 - ACMO Anderson - 11.45) 

Rain requested more staff from main sickbay and then began to set up a 
medical centre in the far corner of the bay. She looked at the 
inhabitants form the planet with sadness and a healthy dose of anger 
towards the xenolithe for forcing the evacuation of the planet. 

Via the security guards, she began to assess the inhabitants. It was 
important first to build up a thorough blueprint of the alien 
physiology. Of course, they were humanoid and remarkably human looking, 
but their physiology was quite different. They had 2 separate hearts, 
that combined did the function of the one human heart. Their lungs were 
smaller, being suitable to a higher oxygen environment. There were even 
a few organs that she could not discern a function for at all. 

Once she had the blueprint she could then start ensuring the health of 
the inhabitants was maintained. 

"Ensign Anderson, I won't take up a moment of your time. what is the 
condition of the villagers?" 

Rain looked up and was surprised to see the Captain. She hadn't noticed 
him enter.. 

"I'm still trying to get an understanding of "normal" physiology but on 
first glance they seem healthy enough although if their 
neurotransmitters work like ours, they are all extremely stressed.. I'll 
prepare a full report on what I find." 

"Thank you Ensign; can you see me in the Ready Room as soon as possible, 
I need a complete breakdown of Dr Cambridge's condition. shall we say 
15.00?" 

"Understood Captain." Rain nodded and watched the Captain walk away 
beofre turning to the next patient. 

(USS Spectre - Captain's Ready Room - ACMO Anderson - 1501) 

Rain pressed the chime and entered when the doors parted. 

"Captain, I have a report for you regarding DR Cambridge and also our 
planet survivors. She handed the Captain a PADD and took the seat he 
offered her. 

The CO quickly reviewed the information. 

"In a nutshell?" he asked. 

Rain gathered her thoughts for a moment. "DR Cambridge has severely 
reduced synaptic activity in his brain and I have tried everything to 
rectify this. I have now placed him in stasis and he will need to be 
transferred to the Vulcan Neurological Research Facility as soon as 
possible. They are his best chance of survival. As for the planet 
occupants, they all seem quite healthy. They have some serious dental 
issues and a wide assortment of parasitic worms infesting their gut, but 
they are to be expected. I have given nutritional supplements to all. 
They would, however, be much happier back on their own world." 

Ktell nodded and she took her leave. 

(Reply Ktell if needed) 
(Posted by Wendy Keen) 
(USS Spectre, Cargo Bay 1, Kahila Lono, 12.07) 

Kahila was well satisfied with the way the leaders of the village were managing the necessary proceedures. When three security officers came into the Bay and reported to her, a thought suddenly leapt from the back of her mind to the forefront. The Ensign said: 

"Lt. Lono, sir, Ensign Maxwell here to oversee security matters here. We'll keep out of the way until something goes wrong." 

"Thank you, Ensign. Thus far, we've had a quiet time of it. But I'd like for one of your men to accompany me. There's a prisoner in the Brig that I'd like to talk with." 

Occasional thoughts had intruded, during the past day, of the feral Romulan woman K'tara, who Kahila had subdued, as the they'd entered the shuttle for the trip down to the planet. She'd learned that the woman had been held by the natives for several years, her mental state gradually deteriorating. ~Her thoughts had a horrid feel to them, not only incoherent but filled with rage and hatred. I don't look forward to confronting her again, but she certainly needs help.~ 

(USS Spectre, brig, Kahila Lono, 12:15) 

Kahila was glad for the presence of the security officer, who stood guard, while Kahila collapsed the force field around the brig and entered. K'tara sat crunched against the wall, eyes open but blank. Kahila extended her empathy sense, as if it were a hand held out before her. She felt that K'tara's rage was still there, but buried beneath a leaden despair. Kahila realized, with horror, that the woman believed she was still in the cave where the natives had kept her. 

"K'tara," Kahila said, and then repeated the name. Finally, the Romulan's eyes focused on her. Kahila felt that she had dragged herself back from some inner place, far away, and -- very unpleasant. 

Kahila had learned to speak some Romulan, enough to make herself understood in basic situations. She explained, "K'tara, you're aboard the USS Spectre, a Starfleet vessel. I'm Kahila Lono, FO and Counselor. When we can, we'll transfer you to a Romulan ship, but for now, I'd like for you to be as comfortable as possible. Is there anything I can have sent in?" 

The woman remained impassive; Kahila wasn't even sure if she had understood. There was only one way she knew that might help. Kahila delved within her own mind and memories, bringing out a time when she'd felt especially peaceful and safe -- as she lay on the Oahu beach near her grandmother's estate. She brought those feelings clearly into her mind -- separated them from the memory itself. Then she brought her empathy sense closer to K'tara, without physically moving toward her, and rolled the emotional sending into a ball, flinging it at her -- in much the same way Kahila had flung a psychic attack at her during their fight. 

A few moments later, K'tara closed her eyes and turned her head away. But when Kahila cautiously opened herself to the woman's emotions, she was gratified to find that her despair and rage were subdued -- on the surface at least. 

"I must go now," she told her. "But I'll be back, when I can." 
(reply none) 
posted by Josephine Goodman 

USS Spectre, Research Lab, CSO Ensign Octan Maber, 13:35) 
=^=Ensign, Lono here. I'd like for you to prepare a report on the findings of 
the probes as soon as possible. And has your science team located any 
possible relocation sites for our emergency guests?=^= 
Octan was annoyed at the interruption. He had barely started work on the 
Xenolithe and now there was something else that required his attention. 
"Nothing yet. Will let you know as soon as we know anything. Anyway, we 
have to see if the Xenolithe actually do blow up their planet now that we're 
gone." 
With that, he closed the channel and returned his attention to the dead Xenolithe. 
(USS Spectre, Research Lab, CSO Ensign Octan Maber, 14:35) 
=^=Bridge to Octan, Ensign, can you patch the data to the Bridge?=^=, 
asked Remae, whatever it was the probes had found there would be a visual 
record as well, the Bajoran wanted to see what had set off the alarms. 
"Yes Sir," replied Octan, signalling to one of the science team to send the 
data through. 
((USS Spectre, Observation Lounge, CSO Ensign Octan Maber, 08:00) 
Octan entered the observatin lounge , quickly glancing at the assembled 
officers. He hardly knew anyone, but most were staring at him. He knew 
he must look rough. Another night without sleep tends to do that. 
Remae started his briefing, welcoming new another new officer and 
commending Lono on her promotion. Then somewhat unexpectedly he said: 
"For the rest of the briefing regarding the probes and what they found, I am 
turning over this briefing to the CSO, Ensign Maber." 
Octan bit his tongue, annoyed at the continued use of his first name. 
"Sir," he started, addressing the Captain, "the probes didn't show anything of 
major significance. I think we may have set their alarm settings too sensitive. 
I have been over the data and have picked up nothing out of the ordinary. The 
only solution may be cloaked ships, but as far as I know the Xenolithe do not 
possess cloaking technology. I have, however, found out something else that 
may be useful. 
"Captain Remae, I have been examing a dead Xenolithe and have come up with 
some more inforamtion regarding the nanoprobes. It seems some of my original 
assumptions were incorrect. 
"The nanoprobes seem to have the same effect on the Xenolithe that they do on 
any other species. They would also suffer the same problems and eventually, 
death if infected with the probes. It is, however, clear that the probes do enable 
them to communicate effectively with the Nageri. 
"Therefore all Xenolithe pilots of Nageri ships would have to be 'infected' with the 
probes. I think that, once this is done, they would have to remain in constant 
communication with their Nageri hosts, or the probes will continue to multiply as 
they have shown in our infected, eventually killing them. So, the only way anyone 
infected with the probes can survive is to stay on a Nageri ship. 
"From this it seems that Nageri pilots are never allowed to leave their ships or 
they will die." 
As Octan finished his last sentence, alarms flared again. The probes had found 
something. 
"Sir, the probes have something," he said, walking to the nearest LCARS station 
and quickly rerouting the data there. 
"On screen," came the reply as all eyes turned to the main viewscreen. 
The screen looked blank at first and then shimmered slightly. The shimmering 
increased and two Xenolithe ships slowly came into view, decloaking. 
"That's impossible," Octan exclaimed, as he glanced down at the data in front 
of him. "Sir," he turned to the Captain, "those ships are using Romulan cloaks!" 
Just to make sure, he looked at the screen again. There was no mistake. The 
wave pattern was definitely Romulan. 
(Reply Remae, any) 
(Posted by Arnaud Malherbe)