USS Hades

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Romulus

(Romulus - Senate Conference Chamber - Praetor Vrih - 1120)
(Romulus - Senate Waiting Area - CSEC- Lt. Baylon Trinin - 1129)

(USS Hades - Deck 1, Main Bridge - OO Ensign Thomas Klein - 1128)
(USS Hades - Deck 1, Main Bridge - OO Ensign Thomas Klein - 1130)
(USS Hades - Deck 10, Ten Forward - Norman Harper- 1143)
(USS Hades - Deck 10, Sickbay - FO Commander Jonas Lemar - 1201)
(USS Hades - Deck 10- Hades Section, Engineering Control- Security Officer
T'Sol- 1203)
(USS Hades - Deck 10, Hades Section, Engineering Control - Centurion Mavus -
1205)
(USS Hades - Holodeck 1 - Commander Rhian - 1212) 
(USS Hades - Holodeck 1 - Security Officer T'Sol- 1214) 
(USS Hades Holodeck 1 Centurion Mavus 1217)
(USS Hades - Deck 1, Ready Room - FO Commander Jonas Lemar - 1405)
(Romulus - Senate Waiting Area - CSEC- Lt. Baylon Trinin - 1408)
(USS Hades - Deck 1, Main Bridge - FO Commander Jonas Lemar - 1410)
(USS Hades - Main Bridge - CTAC Lt. Ammon Ranae - 1411)
(USS Hades - Deck 1, Main Bridge - ACSO Ensign Shayhiloosh - 1412)
(USS Hades - Deck 1, Hydoeponic Bay AKA Genesis Jungle - ACSO Ensign
Shayhiloosh - 1412)
(USS Hades - Astrometrics Lab- Science Officer- Ensign Harry Doorman- 1414)
(USS Hades - Deck 5 - Commander Rhian - 1415) 
(USS Hades - Deck 1, Main Bridge COPS Lt. Maraht - 1415)
(USS Hades - Astrometrics Lab ACSO Ensign Shayhiloosh - 1416) 

(Romulus - Senate Conference Chamber - Praetor Vrih - 1830)
(Romulus - Senate Conference Chamber - A/COPS - Lt Tom Jackson - 1831)
(Romulus - Senate Building, Conference Chamber Four - Ambassador Brianna
Frazier - 1832)
(Romulus - Senate Building, Conference Chamber 4 CCOUNS Ensign Jon Nayati
1833)

(USS Hades Deck 1, Bridge COPS Lt. Maraht - 1843)

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Stardate: 2408.01.06

(Romulus - Senate Conference Chamber - Praetor Vrih - 1120)

Vrih raised an eyebrow as Frazier excused her own security contingent.  It
was, must assuredly, unexpected, and showed a level of trust that he did not
expect.  This might go easier that he thought.  Then he looked at the other
Romulans and noted an air of distrust.  It was not that long ago that
someone excused themselves from a meeting of the senate only to lead to the
death of the entire senate.

The pause from the Federation security officer was momentary, but it was
enough to show that it may have been a surprise to this Baylon Trinin.
Apparently the psi-dampeners were functioning, as it was known that he was a
Betazoid telepath.   Perhaps the fact that she was sending him away was her
method of trying to ease the committee's concerns about his telepathy.

However, the moment was over and he graciously requested permission to leave
the committee's presence.

"By all means Lieutenant," Vrih replied.  "Rest assured that your team is in
safe hands.  If you follow the Centurion he will lead you to a waiting
area."

Trinin nodded and led his two security men from the chamber.  Once the door
was closed Vrih looked back at the Federation team.  Then he looked down
each side of his own committee and smiled.

"Well, my friends, shall we get started?" he asked.  "Let us begin outlining
what we hope to accomplish, and perhaps tackle one of the easier items, and
in that vein we can begin with a sense of accomplishment and with a positive
outlook."

(reply any, if you wish)
(posted by Al Muir)

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(Romulus - Senate Waiting Area - CSEC- Lt. Baylon Trinin - 1129) 

=^=This is the Hades.  Go ahead Lieutenant.=^= 

"Just checking in Hades. The Ambassador and the delegation are currently in
session with the Praetor and the Continuing Committee. Nothing unusual to
report, but I thought that you might like an update, considering that we had
not reported in since we'd arrived."

(reply Hades) 

"Please advise Commander Lemar to expect me to check in every half hour
beginning now. Trinin out." 

(reply Hades, Any) 
(posted by Daniel Greene)

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(USS Hades - Deck 1, Main Bridge - OO Ensign Thomas Klein - 1128)

Thomas didn't often get the chance for a spot on the bridge.  It was usual
reserved for the senior staff that were on duty at the time, so when he was
called to the bridge to replace the chief earlier that morning, he had been
both surprised and delighted for the opportunity.  

So far, things had been normal.  There was only so much that could go wrong
while being in orbit of a planet, even one that happened to be the homeworld
of a long-standing hostile neighbouring empire.  There had been extra
requests for the transfer of power to sensors and scanners by the science
department, but that was really the only thing of interest that had
occurred.  Lieutenant Jenkins, the science officer that was standing in for
Carrow and McKenzie, was pleasant enough, so Thomas was only too happy to
oblige her requests.

=^= Trinin to Hades =^=

Instantly Thomas was alert, and he saw that the transmission on the comm.
had just come from the planet surface.  He knew that Lieutenant Jackson was
down there with the rest of the negotiating team, but he hadn't realised
that a security escort had accompanied them.  ~It makes sense~ he thought
finally before reaching for the button on his console to answer the hail.
"This is the Hades.  Go ahead Lieutenant."

(reply: Trinin, any)
(posted by Dave)

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(USS Hades - Deck 1, Main Bridge - OO Ensign Thomas Klein - 1130)

With both hands, Thomas activated all the communication protocols at his
station while waiting for the response from the Lieutenant.  Messages needed
to be recorded, their carrier wave tracked and checked, the coordinates of
the transmission origin need to be logged, and depending on the message
content, it might need to be routed through elsewhere.

=^= Just checking in Hades. The Ambassador and the delegation are currently
in session with the Praetor and the Continuing Committee. Nothing unusual to
report, but I thought that you might like an update, considering that we had
not reported in since we'd arrived. =^=

~Origin coordinates logged~ Klein's fingers flew over the console to make
sure the computer was doing the other things that it should be.  It was.
"Thank you Lieutenant.  We currently have the Romulan Commander onboard, so
most of the senior staff of meeting and greeting him."

=^= Please advise Commander Lemar to expect me to check in every half hour
beginning now. Trinin out. =^=

As the channel closed, Klein wondered whether it was best to advise the
Commander now, or to leave it until later.  Given that there wasn't
currently an officer officially in the command chair, he made the decision
to forward a message to the commander so he would see it later.  The last
thing he wanted to do was to embarrass the man by interrupting him while
entertaining a foreign military representative.

(reply: none, any)
(posted by Dave)

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(USS Hades - Deck 10, Ten Forward - Norman Harper- 1143) 
 
"This," she gestured at her unempty plate, " sort of food does not exist on
Romulus. We rarely eat vegetables raw, we do of course use sauces and
spices, and besides I have never seen vegetables that look anything like
these here. I think that this is a dish unique to Earth. But I assure you I
will have a new out look on ways to prepare vegetables from this day
forward."
 
She took a few more bites of her salad and smiled. 
 
"You know I have only met a couple of humans before you, they were very
stoic, and very unpleasant, and so I was leery of being here, as I thought
it would be a disappointment. I am very pleased that I was  wrong and that
you are so very interesting."
 
Norm grinned back at her, his expression almost child-like. "Well, I'm glad
I could keep your attention. We'll have to do this again sometime when we
have more time, but it looks like Jonas is going to sweep you away before we
have a chance to really get goin'."
 
(reply S'Tarleya)
 
"I say we should have a recipe swap sometime, no? Ten forward is always
open."
 
(reply S'Tarleya)
(posted by Justine)

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(USS Hades - Deck 10, Sickbay - FO Commander Jonas Lemar - 1201)

Pausing to check on the Captain's condition, he looked over the still man
with a sorrowful feeling.  Devan Sash had been both a friend and mentor to
Jonas.  It was hard to see him in this condition, knowing that little else
could be done that wasn't already being done.  Still, he asked the CMO about
it all the same.

Angeni walked over, shaking her head slowly.  "I'm trying to take his
treatment as slow as possible. After the last attempt at bringing him out
from under sedation went poorly, I've just left him as sedated as possible,
but at the same time, I've been slowly but surely weaning him off the high
doses.  I've been able to wean him off the high doses of pain killers; when
I first had him, we had him on a Fentanyl drip, but I have him weaned down
to a dose of Toradol every four hours, with a low dose of Morphine for break
through pain."
 
As Jonas listened, it was apparent to him that the Chief Medical Officers
confidence had been knocked by the attempt to revive the Captain a few days
ago.  She was being cautious, and Jonas felt it might be a little overly so.
He might have normally expected her to take a few risks, being at the top of
her field like she was.
 
Rubbing her heard, as if alleviating a headache, the CMO shook her head
slowly.  "It's going to be a long, slow process I'm afraid.  On the up side
of things, all the synthetic patches have given way to real tissue, so I'm
quite pleased about that."  She put her hands behind her back and added,
"I'm sure once you hear from the away team, we can all breathe a sigh of
relief.  I have to give you all the credit in world for doing what you
do..."

Glad to hear at least a small sense of positivity in her voice, Jonas
smiled.  "Well, you are very kind to say so Doctor, but I feel it is you
that has the greater task.  The Captain's health is quite a responsibility
to have on your shoulders."

(reply: Trommashere)

"I'm sure his condition will improve soon enough.  Perhaps you and the
Counsellor can look into some other ways to revive him that might not be
such a risk to his physical condition."  Jonas returned the small chart to
the base of the bed and turned back toward the CMO.  "It would be a great
boost to morale if he were awake."

(reply: Trommashere)

Making his way back into the main bay he finished, "Well, I'll let you get
back to work Doctor."  With a quick turn on his heel he added, "Oh, and if
you see Wendy, tell her I said Hi"  He smiled cheekily before heading into
the corridor.

(reply: Trommashere, any)
(posted by Dave)

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(USS Hades - Deck 10- Hades Section, Engineering Control- Security Officer
T'Sol- 1203) 

"I would like to see some other recreational areas of the ship," said Mavus.
"I have heard that you use recreation as a way to stimulate your crewmembers
to help them to better focus on their assigned tasks when they are on duty.
How does this not distract them and decrease their quality of performance?"

"An excellent question Centurion." T'Sol replied. "Because of the various
cultural differences shared between the various species of the Federation,
serving on any given Starfleet, we have found that in order to best create a
cooperative work environment where cultural differences may chafe, that a
certain degree of relaxation time is required. The Holodecks, are more than
simply recreational facilities, they are also utilized for a variety of
training and evaluation programs as well. The recreational aspect is really
in place because of the need for members of the crew to de-stress during
long missions away from their homes. Some species handle the separation from
their homeworld better than others."

"How would you describe your interactions with various other species of crew
on this ship with which you recreate? Does their interactions during time
spent in the recreational areas end in fights or disciplinary action?"

"To be honest, there are a few instances in which individuals do not mesh
well culturally or socially with certain others. However, very rarely do we
have an incident in which members of the crew resort to violence or even
require disciplinary actions as a result of their participation in
recreational activities on-board.  In fact the opposite has shown to be
statistically true. It has been discovered that among most species that act
of recreational interactions with other members of their same crew acts as a
sort of bonding between those members." 

"The crew becomes connected through these shared experiences and in times of
extreme stress such as combat, has proven able to come together as an entity
to overcome difficulties collectively that may defeat them individually. I
am certain that you are familiar with the concept of espirit d'corps? We
have found that complete integration, even in as much as recreation is
concerned has the ability to hone an already technically efficient crew into
an even more efficient and better-rounded entity."

"If you would care to see our holodecks I would be pleased to show them to
you." She added. "Please follow me."
 
(USS Hades - Holodeck 1 - Security Officer T'Sol- 1208) 

T'Sol led the way to the turbo lift, ordered the car to the appropriate deck
and led the way to the Holodecks. 

She checked the first one that they came to see if it was in use, and
finding it vacant, opened the door. 

She then led the Romulan visitors inside and  turning to them asked, "Is
there a particular entertainment program you'd like to experience?"

(reply Centurion Mavus, Any) 
(posted by Daniel Greene)
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(USS Hades - Deck 10, Hades Section, Engineering Control - Centurion Mavus -
1205) 

Centurion Mavus found the Vulcan Security Officer's answers intriguing. She
was surprised to see that she seemed to harbor little ill will toward her
for implying that recreative pursuits could cause the crew to lose
performance. 

She hoped to dig a little deeper into this Vulcan's psyche. Perhaps there
was more there to be mined with some aggressive prodding. Mavus longed to
prove her theories but had little access to Vulcans with which to
experiment. 

When the Vulcan offered to show them another recreational area referred to
as the Holodecks, Mavus readily nodded. She was interested in seeing how
else the crew recreated. She was not sure what a holodeck was, but was
looking forward to finding out. 

(USS Hades - Holodeck 1 - Centurion Mavus- 1211) 

When they arrived at Holodeck 1, Mavus followed the Vulcan. She stepped into
the Holodeck, not knowing what to expect. She was surprised to see bright
yellow grid lines on a dark black metallic surface. It was an empty room.
~How was this exceptionally recreational to anyone?~ It did not look much
different from some experimental types of holographic rooms that were used
as simulation programs by the military in training programs. The Tal Shiar
were rumored to use these typed of facilities on 'guests' to obtain
information and get them to let down their guard without damaging them. 

Ensign T'Sol turned to them asked, "Is there a particular entertainment
program you'd like to experience?"

Mavus asked warily, "What choices of entertainment programs do you have?"
She was unsure of what would be entertaining to a Vulcan other than logic
puzzles.

(Reply T'Sol, Lhaes, S'Tarleya, Rhian, Any)
(Posted by Sheila Mayer)

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(USS Hades - Holodeck 1 - Commander Rhian - 1212)

Mavus was showing and incredible curiosity.  As his advisor it was
gratifying to know that she was throwing herself into the role of learning
as much as she could about the federation.  He might have asked to see more
technical areas of the ship.  But they already had much intel on the
workings of a starship, and he doubted that he would have learned much from
such a tour.  But this, this was genious.  He would never have thought to
observe how the Federation people spent their leisure time.  That was a way
to measure a culture.

The hologrid, itself, was unimpressive.  It was similar to Romulan
hologrids.  But again, it wasn't the technical aspect that he was looking
for.  T'Sol asked what they would like to see, and Mavus had been a little
uncertain.  Rhian smiled.

"Officer T'Sol," he said, "I am curious.  Do you have anything in your
holodeck's memory files about Romulus?  I am curious to see how the people
of the Federation see our home world."

(reply T'Sol)
(posted by Al Muir) 

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(USS Hades - Holodeck 1 - Security Officer T'Sol- 1214) 

Mavus asked warily, "What choices of entertainment programs do you have?" 

"There are a wide variety of choices. There are numerous holonovels, exotic
locations, ancient ruins on a number of worlds, several familiar locations
as well, such as restaurants, hotels and personal oases of peace,
tranquility or happiness. There are also training programs, including those
devised and developed for personal pleasure." She replied, "For example
Lieutenant Trinin has several Andorian mountain climbing programs that he
seems to enjoy." T'Sol replied.

"Officer T'Sol, I am curious.  Do you have anything in your holodeck's
memory files about Romulus?  I am curious to see how the people of the
Federation see our home world." The Romulan commander replied.

T'Sol regarded  the commander for a moment. "It may surprise you to know
Commander that the Hades has been home to several Romulan expatriates over
the years. We have quite an extensive collection of holoprograms of
ch'Rihan. These include the Valley of Chula, the Fire Falls in Gal
Gath'thong, several miles of coastline along the Apnex sea, as well as
recreations of the urban centers of Krocton Segment and Rateg."

She paused for a moment. 

"If you don't mind Commander I would like to show you one of my favorites."
she added, " I find it an excellent setting for meditation."

(reply Rhian)

"Computer run the program T'Sol Romulus Fire Falls, place the time shortly
after sunset." She commanded. 

Almost immediately the black room with yellow grid lines was replaced by an
incredible scene. 

The tour party found themselves standing on a broad deep ledge high in the
Gal Gath'thong mountain range. Several miles ahead of them, a virtual river
of fire plunged down to the valley below, bathing the entire area in a
orange-red glow. Above them, the stars of the Romulan sky shone brightly, as
the sky was clear of clouds.

"This is the way that I prefer to see your homeworld commander, and by
default your people." T'Sol explained. "Yours is a  world built of fire and
hardship to be certain, but filled with beauty and peace as well. It is if
this one place on your planet represents everything there is in a single
image. Power, Strength, Peace and Serenity."

"Now if you would prefer, I could have the computer cycle through the
various other programs containing locations on ch'Rihan for your review."
She added.

(reply Any Romulan)

(USS Hades - Deck 5- Security Officer T'Sol- 1418) 

While T'Sol had been hesitant to allow their Romulan visitors access to the
damaged areas of the ship, but after some initial concerns and assurances
from the Romulan commander, she finally acquiesced.

She was inwardly pleased to see Lemar arrive to assist her with the
remainder of the tour. 

"Do you have any idea where the explosion originated?" Rhian asked quite
pointedly. 

T'Sol turned to look at the first Officer who seemed to give her silent
permission to answer the question. 

T'Sol stepped forward. "It is our belief that the rupture took place here,
at this plasma conduit." she replied, pointing to the open access point.

As crewman passed by him with a tricorder, Rhian stopped him.  "May I borrow
this instrument?" 

Lemar once again humored their guest and the crewman turned over his
tricorder. 

There were a few moments where Rhian scanned the area. T'Sol watched with
fascinated interest, since she was aware that the Commander could not
possibly gain any tactical data using the tricorder.

Her curiosity was piqued even more when the commander mumbled, "Curious,"
while continuing his scans.  The Romulan commander tapped a few buttons and
then cleared the tricorder, handing it back to the crewman.  "Thank you
young man."

Rhian looked over at Lemar and smiled, "Commander Lemar, the tour was most
interesting, and your crew is quite fascinating.  Very different from a
Romulan ship.  In fact, perhaps I should return this favor and invite you
and some of your people to my ship tomorrow."

(reply Lemar)
T'Sol observed the Romulans carefully. It was clear that they were
uncomfortable with the reciprocation of the tour. The Vulcan security
officer looked at Lemar inwardly hoping that he would accept the offer and
that T'Sol would be permitted to attend the Tour on the Romulan ship. Maybe
then, she could inquire of the Commander what was so 'curious' about his
scans.

(reply Any, Lemar)
(posted by Daniel Greene) 

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(USS Hades Holodeck 1 Centurion Mavus 1217)
 
"Computer run the program T'Sol Romulus Fire Falls, place the time shortly
after sunset," ordered the security officer. 

Immediately the eerie black room with yellow grid lines was replaced by an
incredible scene. The group found themselves standing on a broad deep ledge
high in the Gal Gath'thong mountain range. Several miles ahead of them, a
virtual river of fire plunged down to the valley below, bathing the entire
area in an orange-red glow. Above them, the stars sparkled clearly in a
cloudless sky.
 
It was indeed a breathtaking view of the Fire Falls. That a cold logical
Vulcan would find it so appealing was most interesting. It gave Mavus more
insight into this Vulcan. 
 
"This is the way that I prefer to see your homeworld commander, and by
default your people," Ensign T'Sol explained. "Yours is a world built of
fire and hardship to be certain, but filled with beauty and peace as well.
It is, if this one place on your planet represents everything there is in a
single image; power, strength, peace and serenity."
 
Mavus was surprised to hear such words of passion about power and peace fall
from the lips of a disciplined Vulcan. She watched the Ensign T'Sol
carefully, but saw little else except stoic calm. Was that a flicker in the
Vulcan woman's eyes?  
 
"Now if you would prefer, I could have the computer cycle through the
various other programs containing locations on ch'Rihan for your review,"
the Vulcan added.
 
Mavus studied the Federation officer, rather than the Fire Falls. "I would
have you tell us why you feel so impassioned about hoping that the Rihannsu
are full of power, strength, peace and serenity. The recorded experiences
between our empires have not been friendly, often with poor outcomes for any
of the attributes you long for so ardently. Is your wishful thinking so
logical? You do not seem at all complacent when you speak of this. Your
words belie your appearance, Ensign T'Sol. They sound very emotional."
 
(Reply T'Sol, Any)
(Posted by Sheila Mayer)

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(USS Hades - Deck 1, Ready Room - FO Commander Jonas Lemar - 1405)

Jonas had just submitted his latest report to head quarters.  He had encoded
it using the normal channels, but when you are this deep in Romulan
territory, it is very unlikely that he would be able to encode something
that could be tracked and decoded by the very best technology that the
Romulan empire had to offer.  It was a good job that nothing particularly
sensitive was contained in the log.

=^= I have Lieutenant Trinin on the comm. for you Commander =^=

Disturbed from his thought, Jonas hadn't realised the time.  He had not yet
had the opportunity to speak with the Lieutenant since he first checked in a
few hours ago.  Since that time, he had been busy in sickbay, then with
engineering, before making a stop in with the Romulan group while they
toured the ship with T'Sol.  So when one of the bridge officers offered him
the chance to speak with Trinin he was actually quite pleased.  "Put him
through and put a level 10 encryption on the channel,"

(reply: any on bridge)

There was a light click as the comm. system shunted through to the Ready
Room and Jonas said, "Lieutenant Trinin, how are things on the surface? I
trust your hosts are treating you well?"

(reply: Trinin)

"Lieutenant, I have been meaning to speak with you about some anomalous
readings we've been detecting." Jonas had meant to look into it sooner, but
having been distracted by the Captain's condition back in sickbay, and with
a number of calls for his assistance since then, he hadn't gotten around to
doing much about it.  "It is causing interference with our sensor lock of
the negotiating team, and it is causing Doctor Trommashere some concern."

(reply: Trinin)

"I'm going to ask Science to get her teams to look at it from here, but
anything you can find out would be a great benefit."  Jonas added finally,
knowing that the longer they spoke on the comm. about such things, the
longer there was for someone to intercept the transmission and do something
about it.  "Okay, Lemar out."

(reply: Trinin)

Taking a moment to consider what the Security Chief had just told him, Jonas
then rose and headed for the door.  ~Let's see if we can't get a handle on
things from here..~

(reply: Trinin, any)
(posted by Dave)

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(Romulus - Senate Waiting Area - CSEC- Lt. Baylon Trinin - 1408) 

Baylon was checking in once again, on the half hour as he had said he would.
Of course there wasn't much to report, but by keeping the time between
reports short, he hoped to discourage any sort of plots that any Romulan
might be planning.

Unlike the last few times, when he didn't actually get to speak to Lemar,
Baylon was surprised when the bridge advised that Commander would speak with
him directly.

=^=Lieutenant Trinin, how are things on the surface? I trust your hosts are
treating you well?=^= 

"Yes Commander, we are being well-treated" the security chief replied. "I am
not in the chamber with the Ambassador or the delegation, so I am only
speaking for myself and the security team sir." he added.
=^=Lieutenant, I have been meaning to speak with you about some anomalous
readings we've been detecting. It is causing interference with our sensor
lock of the negotiating team, and it is causing Doctor Trommashere some
concern.=^=

"It's most likely a scattering field of some sort, sir. To protect the
Continuing Committee members and the Praetor from being detected and beamed
off the planet if I were to guess."

=^=I'm going to ask Science to get her teams to look at it from here, but
anything you can find out would be a great benefit.=^=

"I might suggest that you scan myself and the security team as a comparison
to the rest of the away team. I believe that we are outside any dampening
field that may be present in the Committee Chambers." Baylon suggested.

 =^=Okay, Lemar out.=^= 

"Speak to you again soon sir, Trinin, out." 

(Romulus - Senate Waiting Area - CSEC- Lt. Baylon Trinin - 1840) 

Several hours of near endless waiting and thirty minute check-ins was
beginning to take it's toll on Baylon's mental health. He had to generate
tasks for his security men to keep them alert, while all the while forcing
himself to do the same.

It was with a great deal of pleasure when he finally saw the Hades team step
into the waiting room with him. The ambassador was smiling, a possible
indicator that something may have been worked out in the negotiations.

"How are things here, Baylon?" she asked him as she entered the room. 

"A bit boring I'm afraid Madame Ambassador, although I would like to point
out this is not due to any fault on the parts of our hosts." he replied
truthfully.

"Well, I think we should get back to the ship.  I don't know about everyone
else, but I'm keen to get out of these clothes."  Bree laughed and glanced
around at her colleagues. 

"I completely understand Ambassador. " Baylon replied, then tapped his
commbadge, "Federation delegation to Hades, we are ready to return to the
ship. Standing by for transport."

(reply Hades) 

"Very well, energize when ready." he replied. 

A few moments later he felt his atoms being converted to energy and being
reconstructed aboard the Hades. 

(reply Any) 
(posted by Daniel Greene)

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(USS Hades - Deck 1, Main Bridge - FO Commander Jonas Lemar - 1410)

Stepping out onto the bridge, Jonas was pleased to find that everything was
running smoothly in his absence - not that he had expected any different.
For one of the first times that he had noticed, Lieutenant Carrow was in
command of the bridge during the day.  Normally, she took on the odd Gamma
shift rotation, but this was the first time he had seen her here on his
watch.

Glancing around he noticed Lieutenant Maraht had returned to his post, and
was waving his phalange gaily as he went about his work.  Jonas also noticed
that Finley Guarastine had also returned to her post at the HELM, although
he didn't really see the need given that they were in a standard orbit with
very little chance of course correction or change in the next 12 hours.

As he approached the command seat, he raised a hand to insist the Lieutenant
remain seated.  "Please, as you were.  I was hoping that you might have your
teams look at the interference we're receiving from the planet."  As Jonas
paused, he was uncertain of whether she was aware of it or not.  He would
have assumed that she was, but he explained all the same.  "There is some
kind of field inhibiting our sensors around the conference chamber where the
Ambassador and our people are."

"I was hoping you might be able to tell me what it is, and if there is a way
to neutralise it." Jonas finished with a raised eyebrow.  As expected, the
Lieutenant assured him that she would get her officers on it right away.  It
wasn't the exact wording she had used, but it was the gist of it.

Satisfied, Jonas it was about time he rejoined the Romulans, to get back to
improving his relationship with Commander Rhian.  So far, they had struck up
a respectful rapport and Jonas was hopeful that they would be friends by the
end of the day.  ~You gotta have high hopes~ he thought to himself, smiling
as he entered the turbolift.

(reply: Shayhiloosh, Doorman, any)
(posted by Dave)

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(USS Hades - Main Bridge - CTAC Lt. Ammon Ranae - 1411)

Ranae was taking the opportunity to run some thorough diagnostics on the
secondary TAC station while it was quiet and apparently safe to do so. 
The Principal TAC station was running continuous short and long range scans
anyway both for the space around them and planet readings. When the
diagnostics were completed on the secondary, she would man that or have
someone else do so, and run more diagnostics on the principal station.

She'd looked up as the Commander had entered and nodded a greeting to him
and she listened with interest when she heard there was some kind of
dampening field that subdued the empathic and telepathic abilities of the
away team. She figured the Romulans were paranoid enough to go to those
extreme measures, and that they were very distrusting as well as probably
having something to hide, why else would they take such measures. Then again
she could hardly blame them, she certainly didn't trust them, especially
after meeting the Lhaes fellow.

~What a piece of work he is. Typical stereotype Romulan. No wonder they have
a bad reputation.~

Her thoughts turned to Baylon. He'd been gone a very long time and she 
hoped he was seeing and hearing things that were interesting, because 
there was nothing worse than being bored beyond tears for hours on end.

~I wonder when they'll be back. I'll be glad to get away from here.~

She looked up at the viewscreen to gaze at the planet they were orbiting 
for a few seconds before returning her attention to the data readouts.

(reply none necessary)
(posted by Sal)

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(USS Hades - Deck 1, Main Bridge - ACSO Ensign Shayhiloosh - 1412)

In a short memo, the Science Chief explained the problem to both Shayhiloosh
and Ensign Harry Doorman. Lt. Carrow had given Shayhiloosh and Harry Doorman
the task of finding out why they were receiving odd anomalous biological
readings from the diplomatic team's implants while on the planet. 
Shayhiloosh sought out Ensign Doorman and found him one of the Science labs,
correlating data collected from the planet Romulus below. Shayhiloosh
greeted the young Ensign. "Warm breezes and clear waters to you, Ensign
Doorman. I hope you have been well."


(Reply Harry Doorman)

"As Lt. Carrow has assigned us the duty of finding why there are anomalous
bio readings from our diplomatic team on the planet, I thought we might
start with the equipment in Sickbay, before we check the implants themselves
once we can lay a root on the team members," said Shayhiloosh. "Do you have
any other ideas? I am certainly open to any suggestions."

(Reply Harry Doorman)
(Posted by Sheila Mayer)

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(USS Hades - Astrometrics Lab- Science Officer- Ensign Harry Doorman- 1414) 

Harry had been working on the gravitational field calculations for the
Romulan home system when the memo from Carrow had come through. 

With a frown he had read the message, slightly irritated that he would have
to put aside such interesting scientific work (for a change) and focus on
something so relatively mundane as figuring out how to get past some sensor
distortion.
He sent a reply confirming his receipt of the task and set the computer to
continue the gravitational calculations that he had started, while he
started looking at the new data that represented the distortion.

The doors to the lab slid open and Shayhiloosh sauntered into the Lab. 
"Warm breezes and clear waters to you, Ensign Doorman. I hope you have been
well." 

"Well enough, Ensign Shayhiloosh. What brings you down to astrometrics?" he
replied. 

"As Lt. Carrow has assigned us the duty of finding why there are anomalous
bio readings from our diplomatic team on the planet, I thought we might
start with the equipment in Sickbay, before we check the implants themselves
once we can lay a root on the team members," said Shayhiloosh. "Do you have
any other ideas? I am certainly open to any suggestions."

Harry looked up from the readings that were being displayed on the monitor. 

"The problem isn't the medical equipment, the sensors or the implants." he
replied, " The Romulans are using some sort of Rotating Modulated Theta Band
Distortion Field at the capital."

He stepped aside so the Arborean could take a look. 

"Take a look, those look like third order field harmonics if you ask me." 

(reply Shayhiloosh) 

"Theta band fields distort but do not block subspace carrier waves. They
would prevent transporter activity and might mess with the subspace signals
given off by the implants and the commbadges." he explained, " normally we
could just calibrate the sensors and we'd be fine, but in this case the
modulation shifts make that impractical, especially since we would have to
spend several minutes handling a calibration and by the time we were
finished we'd have to start over again because the field would have
changed."

Harry shook his head. 

"We're going to have to figure out a way to filter out the distortion.
Either that or we'll have to analyze the data well after the fact and accept
real-time gaps in the telemetry. Or we could ask the Romulans for the
modulation algorithms"

(reply Shayhiloosh) 

"We could try to work out the pattern for ourselves, but it would take a
while and there's nothing that says the pattern is uniform and that the
algorithms aren't being changed as well.

(reply Shayhiloosh) 
(reply Daniel Greene) 

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(USS Hades - Deck 5 - Commander Rhian - 1415)

T'Sol had been a ... for lack of a better term, charming host.  She had
managed to give them the tour that they asked for, without compromising the
ships security.  It was a fascinating ship, but again, they didn't learn
anything from the tour, and T'Sol managed to redirect their inquiries with
the usual Vulcan practicality.  However, after a couple of hours Rhian was
finding himself bored of the tour.

It was then he suggested that they see the area of the ship that had been
damaged by the explosion.  T'Sol,of course, attempted to divert them from
that area, stating it was a safety hazard.  But Rhian realized it would be
an opportunity to see repair crews at work, and watch how these people work
together.  He insisted, stating that unless there was a security issue with
the Romulans watching the repairs, that he would be more than willing to
accept the responsibility of any Romulan injury that might occur.

And so they wound up on Deck 5.  Much of the damage had already been
repaired, and, at least, the debris had been removed.  There were still bits
and pieces laying around, but Rhian got the impression that those were from
the repairs and not from the original explosion.  That was when Lemar
arrived.

"Do you have any idea where the explosion originated?" Rhian asked.  He'd
spent his earlier career in security, and apparently old habits died hard.  

(reply T'Sol, Lemar)

As crewman passed by him with a tricorder, Rhian stopped him.  "May I borrow
this instrument."

The crewman looked over at Lemar as he handed the tricorder to the Romulan.
The look on the crewman's face said it all.  ~What could he do? ~  Rhian
began to scan the area.  He made some adjustments to the tricorder and it
began to beep.

"Curious," Rhian said softly, continuing his scans.  He tapped a few buttons
and then cleared the tricorder, handing it back to the crewman.  "Thank you
young man."

The crewman took his tricorder back and scurried off to do his work.

Rhian looked over at Lemar and smiled, "Commander Lemar, the tour was most
interesting, and your crew is quite fascinating.  Very different from a
Romulan ship.  In fact, perhaps I should return this favor and invite you
and some of your people to my ship tomorrow."

He could feel the tension rise in his own people.  They did not have
clearance for such an action, but he refused to show weakness to the
Federation, when they had opened themselves up for his own scrutiny.  It
was... the honorable thing to do.

(reply Lemar)
(posted by Al Muir)

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(USS Hades - Deck 1, Main Bridge COPS Lt. Maraht - 1415)
 
The Chief of Operations did some diagnostics on his console, checking the
ship's internal readings. While they ran, he studied the planet they were
orbiting on the main view screen. ch'Rihan was a beautiful planet, filled
with the green of lush vegetation. The blues in varying colors were from
lakes and large oceans. It sparkled and glittered at them like a gem with
swirls of white. The soft frothy clouds looked like butter cream icing
Maraht had once seen on a culinary confection for one of the younger
children of a miner friend he had known on Janus.
 
Maraht noted the topography and checked the steady stream of geological date
coming in for the science department. The feed was working well and Maraht
was happy to note the mountainous regions that were rich in ore deposits of
one type or another. He detected the presence of some mining operations and
halfheartedly wished he could investigate them. He took a peek at the
geological make up of the bedrock and nearly salivated. 
 
Starfleet had technology that could do some amazing things and replicators
were truly a marvel. But Maraht had always noticed that replicated granite
was never quite as good as the granite pulled from a planet or asteroid. The
taste was just not the same. Somehow the replicator added a tang that Maraht
never liked very well. It was just not as good as what Venerable Mother
served to encourage his appetite when he was newly hatched. 
 
The curious Horta got a long study of the two moons that orbited the Romulan
homeworld. The closer one, like Earth's moon, was airless and dry. The other
was farther out and checking the datastream, Maraht saw that it was a
volcanically active satellite, seething with hot gases and lava. Maybe it
would eventually settle down to becoming habitable, in a few million years.
He doubted that he could survive on its surface, much less any variety of
stalks.
 
Maraht wondered how they were doing in the Science department with
correlating all of the gigantic amounts of information. His checks on the
forcefields for the missing hull sections and his scans were finished, and
everything had shone green on his board. He contacted the Science Labs.  
 
"Maraht to Science Labs."
 
(Reply Harry Doorman, Shayhiloosh, Any in the Science Labs)
 
"I see a tremendous amount of data coming in through the datastream about
the planet, and its two moons. Do you need any help with correlating the
geological data? The bridge is quiet for now."
 
(Reply Harry Doorman, Shayhiloosh, Any in the Science Labs, Any)
(Posted by Sheila Mayer)

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(USS Hades - Astrometrics Lab ACSO Ensign Shayhiloosh - 1416) 
 
Ensign Doorman looked up at Shayhiloosh from the readings displayed on the
monitor. "The problem isn't the medical equipment, the sensors or the
implants," he replied. "The Romulans are using some sort of rotating
modulated theta band distortion field at the capital."
 
He stepped away so Shayhiloosh could get a good view of the screen. "Take a
look.Those look like third order field harmonics if you ask me." 
 
Extending hir eyebulbs, Shayhiloosh studied the screen for a moment with two
eyestalks and turned the third toward Ensign Doorman. "I think you are
correct in identifying the distortion field, but how does this stop us from
getting accurate bio readings from the diplomatic team?" 
 
"Theta band fields distort but do not block subspace carrier waves. They
would prevent transporter activity and might mess with the subspace signals
given off by the implants and the commbadges," he explained. "Normally we
could just calibrate the sensors and we'd be fine, but in this case, the
modulation shifts make that impractical, especially since we would have to
spend several minutes handling a calibration and by the time we were
finished we'd have to start over again because the field would have
changed."
 
Harry shook his head. "We're going to have to figure out a way to filter out
the distortion. Either that or we'll have to analyze the data well after the
fact and accept real-time gaps in the telemetry, or we could ask the
Romulans for the modulation algorithms."
 
"After meeting and speaking with the Romulan known as Uhlan S'Tarleya, I am
certain that asking for the algorithms would be a wasted effort," said
Shayhiloosh, hir branches drooping sadly. "The Romulans are too protectively
paranoid and reflexively xenophobic for us to hope for a positive outcome.
Our results would be the same if we politely asked the wind to not blow on
Earth." Straightening up hir branches in a more optimistic way Shayhiloosh
said, "We must find another way." 
 
"We could try to work out the pattern for ourselves, but it would take a
while and there's nothing that says the pattern is uniform and that the
algorithms aren't being changed as well," the Science officer pointed out.
 
"How can we filter out the distortion?" asked Shayhiloosh, mulling over the
problem. "I am not an engineer; my specialty areas center more heavily
toward the biological sciences, but suppose we could we run the signals
through some sort of multiphase flux equalizer that would pull out the
distortion? Though it might leave the readings less accurate, surely the
process would neutralize the distortion."
 
(Reply Harry Doorman, Any)
(Posted by Sheila Mayer)

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(Romulus - Senate Conference Chamber - Praetor Vrih - 1830)

"This is preposterous Praetor," was the cry of Hhirl.  "You cannot assume
that the people of the Romulan Star Empire will willingly give free travel
to those in employ of the Frederation, a people with whom there has been
much... mistrust for generations, simply because you say so."

Vrih's eyes narrowed.  He was tiring.  They had been at it for over 7 hours,
with very few breaks, and they had made little head room.  He had decided to
table the conversation on sharing of warp and cloaking technology for
another time.  The last three and a half hours had been spent on trade route
negotiations.

"Be careful Senator, how you speak," Vrih warned.  "I am Praetor, and that
is exactly what I expect.  If we order this then I will expect it to be
carried out.  Do I assume that it will be well met by all?  I am no fool.
There will be a period of adjustment.  Perhaps a period in which Federation
trade ships will require escorts.  But, it is my belief that if we expect to
have passage through Federation space, then we should offer the same to
them."

Hhirl turned his head, as would a child in a huff.

(reply any)

Vrih looked at the chronometer on the conference table.  His eyes burned and
he had a slight headache.  He seemed to be fighting a battle on two fronts.
He knew that such a battle was winnable, but it would require sacrifice, and
it would be difficult.  The table top was covered with notes and empty
glasses.  Vrih looked at his now warm glass of water, and took a sip,
wishing it were something a bit more potent.  This night was not going to
end without the consumption of some Romulan Ale.

However, it was time to take a break.  "Ambassador Frazier, members of the
committee, I suggest that we take a recess, at this point.  I believe that
we have gotten as far as we have in one day, and we take some time to
evaluate what we have covered, and consider the topics still to come."

Most of the Continuing Committee were nodding their approval.  Vrih looked
over at the Federation delegates.  "Do you agree Ambassador?"

(reply Frazier)

"Then if there are no objections, I call these negotiations to recess until
tomorrow," Vrih stated rising from his seat.  "Shall we say, after lunch?"

(reply Frazier, Terrh, any)
(posted by Al Muir)

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(Romulus - Senate Conference Chamber - A/COPS - Lt Tom Jackson - 1831)

Tom stretched and sighed. This first session had been well, intense to put
it politely.

Some Romulans were as troubled by this imitative as the Federation. Tom
thought back of the bitter exchange between the Praetor and Hhirl.

Trade negotiations had spanned three and a half hours and honestly had not
gotten much for either side.

Tom thought the access for trade ships and 'escorts'
for each side's ships in the other sides areas was really a reasonable plan.

~Hmm , maybe this initiative is what it is supposed to be?~ Tom wondered. He
mentally thanked the Grand Nagus he was not a diplomat!

Praetor Virh looked to Tom to be tired. Jackson could empathize with the
feeling. Jackson was tired and wanted a break desperately.

Tom hoped they would get back to the HADES soon - he wanted to fill-in Jonas
Lemar on what he had gleamed from his time on the surface.

(reply: any in the Conference Room)
(posted by: Bill West)

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(Romulus - Senate Building, Conference Chamber Four - Ambassador Brianna
Frazier - 1832)

Bree remained silent as the events unfolded.  Unsurprisingly, the primary
topics of the day had been the use of federation warp and cloaking
technology.  According to the old treaty, the use of cloaking technology was
prohibited, but it was clear to everyone here that that treaty had ended a
long time ago, but a few of the Romulans were insistent that this clause be
re-implemented.

It was of course a foolish suggestion, and Bree had no intention of denying
the Federation one of its key tools throughout the fleet ... not to mention
the level playing field it created between the Federation and the Romulans.
Luckily for them, Praetor saw that simple fact very clearly, and after a
number of hours on the subject they had moved on to something that they had
thought to be easier to tackle.

She had been wrong, as she was finding on so many occasions today.  They had
welcomed the idea that Romulan trade vessels should be allowed to freely
conduct their business with Federation worlds, but the suggestion to
reciprocate the offer was not as popular.  ~Talk about having your cake and
eating eat~ she thought as she watched the Praetor shout down his Senators
with little challenge.  It was clear he commanded a great deal of respect.

As silence filled the chamber, Bree gave a nod of satisfaction.  ~At least
this topic is heading in the right direction~ She knew the Praetor was on
her side, but the other Romulans were proving harder to handle.

"Ambassador Frazier, members of the committee, I suggest that we take a
recess, at this point.  I believe that we have gotten as far as we have in
one day, and we take some time to evaluate what we have covered, and
consider the topics still to come."  As the Romulan delegates gave their
nods of agreement, Praetor turned to them and asked, "Do you agree
Ambassador?"

Not realising how tiring sitting on a seat and talking all day could be, she
only now felt the silent creep of exhaustion.  As a result, she found
herself very pleased that the Praetor had chosen this point to break for the
day.  "Indeed, I do agree Praetor.  We could all benefit from some time to
process what has been said here today."

"Then if there are no objections, I call these negotiations to recess until
tomorrow," Vrih stated rising from his seat.  "Shall we say, after lunch?"
The other senators also began to move from their seats, all that is, but
Senator Terrh and Chairman Vaebn.  Both remained still, their eyes watching
the federation delegates carefully.

"That should give us sufficient time.  Until tomorrow," said Bree, and with
a quick glance toward Paris she gathered her two PADDS and stood from her
seat.  As the Romulans made their way to the far entrance, Bree led her
small group toward the main doorway.  As she moved a feeling washed over her
that caused her to go a little weak at the knees.  A rush of emotion hit her
like a wall, and as struggled to thrown up natural defenses, she went a
little dizzy and staggered into Jon Nayati.

As he caught her with his strong arms, she quickly shook her head and
smiled.  "Oh, sorry Jon.  I don't know what came over me."  She smiled
quirkily and then slowly made her way back out into the hallway.

(reply: Nayati, any)

(Romulus - Senate Building, Senate Waiting Area - Ambassador Brianna Frazier
- 1837)

As they were led by the centurions, Bree soon caught sight of Lieutenant
Trinin and his two men.  Bree beamed at him with her smile, no longer
feeling the dizziness she had done minutes ago.  "How are things here,
Baylon?"

(reply: Trinin)

"Well, I think we should get back to the ship.  I don't know about everyone
else, but I'm keen to get out of these clothes."  Bree laughed and glanced
around at her colleagues.  She knew there was still much to be done, but at
least she didn't have to do it while wearing this uniform.  If there was one
thing she did not miss about Starfleet, then that was it.

(reply: Trinin, any)
(posted by Dave)

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(Romulus - Senate Building, Conference Chamber 4 CCOUNS Ensign Jon Nayati
1833)
 
The day's events had been positive from Jon's point of view. He looked on it
as positive because the Praetor seemed to be in firm control of his side of
the negotiating table. That fact was made abundantly clear as the Praetor
was forced to shout down his own Senators regarding both sides conducting
active commercial trade within each other's boundaries of space. 
 
Amazingly enough, none of the other Romulans on the Continuing Committee
challenged the Praetor's authority. Some of their auras indicated their
anger and fear at the idea of alien ships within their borders. 
 
Better yet, no one attempted to kill anyone else, which often happened when
tribal members started shouting matches on Necron Red. It was for this
reason that Jon had been so flabbergasted when Ambassador Frazier dismissed
Lt. Trinin and his two security officers, while the Romulan Centurions
remained in place. 
 
After long hours of debating and shouting, Praetor Vrih signaled his desire
to terminate the negotiations for the rest of the day. Ambassador Frazier
politely acquiesced and a time was set for tomorrow afternoon. 
 
Ambassador Frazier, the Hades party and most of the Romulans stood up and
adjourned. Only Senator Terrh and Chairman Vaebn remained. In his peripheral
vision, Jon noted both Romulans' eyes lock on the departing Federation
representatives as they exited. 
 
Without trying to appear obvious, Jon tried to get a quick aura read on both
Terrh and Vaebn, but his concentration was broken. As Brianna Frazier was
preceding him out, she staggered suddenly and fell against him.
Simultaneously Jon felt his thought speaking abilities return to normal.
Instinctively Jon caught her. 
 
~Brianna's empathic abilities might have woken up as well and that might be
why she was weak in the knees. My, her body feels nice against me, Great
Spirit.~ The last thought went through his mind before he could stop it. 
 
"Oh, sorry Jon.  I don't know what came over me."  She smiled quirkily and
then slowly made her way back out into the hallway. She looked exhausted.
Jon walked with her, making sure she stayed on her feet. 
 
"Think nothing of it, Ambassador. I'm only too glad to be of assistance,"
said Jon trying to keep his face straight and hoping that Bree hadn't heard
his natural thought when in tactile contact with a beautifully attractive
woman. That was the bad thing about being from Necron Red; life expectancy
was too short for long courtships. 
 
(Reply Frazier, Any)
(Posted by Jim McCrary) 

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(USS Hades Deck 1, Bridge COPS Lt. Maraht - 1843) 
 
Maraht was working with collating some of the data from the Science
department, while running periodic checks on the power levels in the ship
and the protective force fields on the deck sections with missing hulls. 
 
He stopped when a light on his console lit up with chirp. It was a signal
from the Federation diplomatic team. 
 
=/\=Federation delegation to Hades, we are ready to return to the ship.
Standing by for transport.=/\=
 
Maraht recognized Baylon Trinin's voice. "Lt. Trinin, I shall have you and
the rest of the group beamed aboard momentarily," replied Maraht.   
 
=/\=Very well, energize when ready,=/\= replied the Security Chief.  
 
"Maraht to Transporter Room 1. The Federation team on Romulus is ready to be
beamed aboard. Lock on their signals and energize now." 
 
(Reply Shurik Rosanov, Any in transporter room)
 
The console in front of Maraht chirped, showing the power level sharply
rising with the activation of the transporter beam. It then lowered as the
beam did it work.
 
"Transporter Room 1 do you have them?" asked Maraht. It wouldn't do to have
an accident or problem and he didn't want any of his shipmates hurt. 
 
(Reply Shurik Rosanov, Any in transporter room)
(Posted by Sheila Mayer)

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