Mission: Witch Hunt Day 1? Stardate: 2414.01.13   (USS Hades – FO's Office – COUNS Ensign Anamitra Ripley – 2008) (USS Hades – FO's Office – FO LtCmdr Bracken  – 2010) Mission: Witch Hunt Day 3 - 0925 Stardate: 2414.01.15   (USS Hades, Holodeck 2, ATAC Ensign Tallac Dragovar & ACMO, Ensign Valencia Mariposa - 0925) Mission: Witch Hunt Day 4 Stardate: 2414.01.16 (USS Hades, Shuttle Bay 1, ATAC- Ensign Mil Nicolae 0323) (Lertain IV, Observation Post 'The House', Shuttle Bay - SciO Ensign Harry Doorman - 0327) (Lertain IV, Observation Post 'The House', Botany Lab - SciO Ensign Harry Doorman -0330) (Lertain IV, Observation Post 'The House', Shuttle Bay - ACSciO Ensign(jg) Jacob Doenitz - 0327) (Lertain IV, Observation Post 'The House', Shuttle Bay - CEO Lt. Peter Holland - 0328) (Lertain IV, Observation Post 'The House', Botany Lab - ACSciO Ensign(jg) Jacob Doenitz - 0332) (Lertain IV, Observation Post 'The House', Botany Lab - SciO Ensign Harry Doorman - 0333) (Lertain IV, Observation Post 'The House', Shuttle Bay, CSEC/CTAC Lieutenant Baylon Trinin- 0336) (Lertain IV, Northern Trade Road, CSEC/CTAC Lieutenant Baylon Trinin- 0402) (USS Ark Royal – Personal quarters – Dale Bracken, age 12 – 2002) (Sol III, Earth, Tuscanny – Dale Bracken, age 17 – 1845) (Lertain IV – Northern Trade Road – FO LtCmdr Bracken – 0405) (Lertain IV- Northern Trade Road - CSEC/CTAC- Lieutenant Baylon Trinin 0408) (Lertain IV- Northern Trade Road – FO LtCmdr Bracken 0410) (Lertain IV- Northern Trade Road – CSEC/CTAC- Lieutenant Baylon Trinin- 0412) (Lertain IV- Northern Trade Road - ATAC Ensign Mil Nicolae- 0418) (Lertain IV, Southern Trade Road, CO Captain Eva Straton, 0730) (Lertain IV, Southern Trade Road, COO Lieutenant H'retor - 0736) (Lertain IV- Northern Trade Road - CSEC/CTAC- Lieutenant Baylon Trinin 1100) (Lertain IV- Northern Trade Road – FO LtCmdr Bracken 1110) (Lertain IV- Northern Trade Road – Priestess Chara 1130) (Lertain IV- Northern Trade Road – CSEC/CTAC- Lieutenant Baylon Trinin- 1115) (Lertain IV- Northern Trade Road – FO LtCmdr Bracken - 1130) (Lertain IV- Kerkahl Village- Hunter Gevik- 1155) (Lertain IV- Northern Trade Road – AlectoPriest Ianos 1159) (Lertain IV- Northern Trade Road – FO LtCmdr Bracken - 1200) (Lertain IV- Kerkahl Village- CSEC/CTAC- Lieutenant Baylon Trinin- 1218) (Lertain IV- Kerkahl Village- AlectoPriest Ianos - 1230) (Lertain IV- Kerkahl Village- CSEC/CTAC- Lieutenant Baylon Trinin- 1232) (Lertain IV- Kerkahl Village- AlectoPriest Ianos - 1234) (Lertain IV- Kerkahl Village- MO- Ensign Camille Re'ona & LCPL Harvard Lomax- 1235) (Lertain IV, Southern Trade Road, CO Captain Eva Straton, 19:35) (Lertain IV, Southern Trade Road, COUNS Anamitra Ripley, 1938) (Lertain IV, Southern Trade Road, COO Lieutenant H'retor - 19:39) (Lertain IV- Kerkahl Village- FO LtCmdr Bracken - 1240) (Lertain IV, Southern Trade Road, CO Captain Eva Straton, 19:41) (Lertain IV, Southern Trade Road, COUNS, Ensign Anamitra Ripley 1942) (USS Hades, Bridge, SO, Ensign T'Sol, 1943) (Lertain IV, Kerkahl Village, CSEC/CTAC Lieutenant Baylon Trinin, 1944) (Lertain IV, Southern Trade Road, ATAC Ensign Tallac Dragovar, 19:48) (Lertain IV, Wood close to the Southern Trade Road, COO Lieutenant H'retor - 19:51)  (Lertain IV, Camp along Southern Trade Road, COO Lieutenant H'retor - 2014) Begin Compile ========================== Mission: Witch Hunt Day 1? Stardate: 2414.01.13   (USS Hades – FO's Office – COUNS Ensign Anamitra Ripley – 2008)   "Aye, aye sir. I'm ready for it." Valencia replied.   ~That's an excellent attitude,~ Ana thought to herself, ~I think I'm gonna like her already.~   "Well, then," Ana began, "If there's nothing else commander, I'd like to escort Ensign Mariposa to Sickbay and start going over the details of the medical science and get her scheduled for her cosmetic adjustment for the mission so she can get used to the way she looks and such."   (reply Bracken, Valencia) Daniel Greene (USS Hades – FO's Office – FO LtCmdr Bracken  – 2010) "Well, then," Ana began, "If there's nothing else commander, I'd like to escort Ensign Mariposa to Sickbay and start going over the details of the medical science and get her scheduled for her cosmetic adjustment for the mission so she can get used to the way she looks and such."   Dale nodded, thankful for Ana's help. "Of course." She nodded once more. "One thing though." She turned to Mariposa, "Ensign, I've no idea how well you can defend yourself with these kind of... historic weapons, but I want you to keep close to either myself, or one of the security team. I don't want any casualties on my team due to lack of experience." (Reply Mariposa) Dale then turned back to Ana. "Thank you Ensign Ripley, for your help; we've all still got lots to do before we reach Lertarni." She waved at the stack of PADD's on her desk, "Rites for the Church of Cerrina, Matins services, Religious texts that even some of the Priestesses have never read." Dale sighed, realising that she was rambling, something she often did when she was tired. (Reply Ripley or Mariposa IYW) "Anyway, I'll let you carry on. Dismissed both of you." (Reply Ripley, Mariposa) (Posted by Mark) Mission: Witch Hunt Day 3 - 0925 Stardate: 2414.01.15   (USS Hades, Holodeck 2, ATAC Ensign Tallac Dragovar & ACMO, Ensign Valencia Mariposa - 0925)   Dragovar had just finished tidying the weapons back up when a second person entered. His memory went blank for a moment, then he remembered another medic had come on board, and needed a quick course in the planets weaponry.   “Ensign Mariposa?” He asked   “Yes Sir, I am” replied the red head who just entered the holodeck.   “Ensign Tallac Dragovar, I’ll be putting you through some quick training for weaponry. Have a look and see what tickles your fancy.” He pointed to a pile of weapons on the table.   Her heart started tickling when she saw all the old weapons in front of her.  Her parents own an antique shop in Toledo.  She spotted right away a beautiful dagger in the shape of a Moon.  She saw one before in her parents boutique.  It always reminded her of that song by Arthur Hinds : Dagger of the Moon.  Before she could pick a weapon however, Ensign Dragovar spoke again.    “Do you have any experience with hand-to-hand combat? If not I would recommend the bow, and a dagger or dirk. Easy to handle and use. Plus they are quite fitting for a female to carry on the planet without drawing too much attention.”    “There are few female warriors, and we have a couple already so too many will draw attention. We do have some people disguised as priestesses.”    “A priestess?  Yes a priestess.  It will be easier to heal people by the power of the (and she gave Tallac  a wink of the eye as she said it) god and gave them real medicine without them noticing.  Hoping we can dupe them”.   Dragovar grinned in response. “I wish it were that easy. We are allowed no technology what-so-ever on the planet except concealed communicators. Healing is going to be done the old fashioned way, bandaged, stitches and compresses. OK then. Let’s begin.”    She picked up the moon shaped dagger and recited a bit of the song she remembers so well in a theatrical manner.   “And hear you a song the enchants the stone, of dolmen and ringed mound.  Beyond the cloth of astral smoke.  Without the strident clockwright’s tune, open your eye and then invoke the dagger of the moon.”   Dragovar stared at her, trying to place the words.   She started laughing as soon as she said it and added to the Ensign’s intention.   “How’s that for a priestess? Did you know that many cultures used adorned daggers in ritual and ceremonial purposes, a trend which continues to the present time in the form of art knives.  The distinctive shape and historic usage of the dagger have made it iconic and symbolic.  Also that most daggers feature a full crossguard to keep the hand from riding forwards onto the sharpened blade edges.  Did I mention that my daddy was an antique merchant?”   “Really? I collect ancient weaponry, including a Toledo blade duelling sword, I could see us having some very odd conversations sometime.” He smiled. “Most think it is a weird thing to collect”   Just as she said that, she took position for her training.   “You’ll do fine.” He nodded. “Primarily use a spear or bow. While the daggers are excellent in close quarters, longer reach weapons could defeat you. You can only use that right in close.”   He stood next to her, his frame dwarfing her by well over a foot. Stepping back he demonstrated by tapping her shoulder with his training sword. “I can reach you, but you cannot reach me. While they are great for close work, you need something better. But we’ll get to that in a bit.”   “Simulation begin. You’ll get enemies approach, in gradually increasing numbers and ability.”    It took Valencia all her physical muscles to get through that training.  Fortunately for her she was a very good student and did her best to fight off her opponents.  She started off with the bow, she felt more at ease with it instead of the spear.  Eventually however she reached a level of enemies that she could not fend off as easily as the first ones.  It seems that she was had it forever.  Finally the simulation ended.   Dragovar nodded in approval. “Not bad. Stick close to the other Mil Nicolae, or Lieutenant Bracken for protection. We cannot get our medic injured in a scuffle.”   “Good luck ensign, and welcome on board.”   (Reply None) (Posted by Tim & Marie-Claude) Mission: Witch Hunt Day 4 Stardate: 2414.01.16 (USS Hades, Shuttle Bay 1, ATAC- Ensign Mil Nicolae 0323) Mil watched as Baylon slowly turned to face him, "Yes?" he replied. "Are you ok?" Mil looked into his eyes they seemed older that the other day in the security office; the man's face matched that of the rest of the teams after a moment Baylon spoke. "Fine. I'll be fine. I was just thinking about the mission. There's a great deal to keep in mind. That's all, nothing to worry about." Mil smiled back, "I'm glad" sighing through his nose Mil continued "not the easiest of missions is it Sir?" Mil paused for a moment "I'll make sure the carts are ready, crew is a little on edge but, I'm guessing we'll adjust." Mil smiled and walked over to the cart, he pulled his cloak out along with his staff. Wrapping the cloak around his shoulders Mil got ready. Looking around he watched the teams either unloading or loading equipment, one or two of the station personnel seemed a little taken back by the recent announcement. Looking at the weapons inside the cart Mil counted the swords, they seemed to have an extra few, which was good. The camp equipment was loaded in and all seemed in order. He looked up in time to hear the order to fall in. (Reply None) (Posted by Mat Hodson) (Lertain IV, Observation Post 'The House', Shuttle Bay - SciO Ensign Harry Doorman - 0327)   "How'd we make out Harry?" Jacob asked when he returned.   "Very well, nothing seems broken at all, despite our pilots best attempts." Harry replied with a broad grin. "You know where we are setting up?"   (reply Doenitz)   NRPG: I am assuming so.   "Excellent!" Harry replied, "I'm gonna grab that antigrav sled before someone else does and we can head that way."   Harry stepped over to the sled, activated it and brought it over to the stack of scientific equipment that the team had brought down. He and Jacobs loaded it quickly and efficiently and within a few minutes were on their way to their designated work area.   (Lertain IV, Observation Post 'The House', Botany Lab - SciO Ensign Harry Doorman - 0330)   The Botany lab was an ideal place to set up their additional equipment. The majority of the space was open and available, and to be honest Harry was a bit surprised that there wasn't more clutter here than there was. Despite the openness of the space, there were still a few things that Harry and Jacob would have to move before they could fully set up their lab.   "Not a bad looking lab, eh?" Harry asked, "I think it will be more than large enough for our equipment."   He glanced around again, "You want to clear space or set up?"   (reply Doenitz) Daniel Greene (Lertain IV, Observation Post 'The House', Shuttle Bay - ACSciO Ensign(jg) Jacob Doenitz - 0327)   "How'd we make out Harry?" Jacob asked when he returned.   "Very well, nothing seems broken at all, despite our pilots best attempts." Harry replied with a broad grin. "You know where we are setting up?" "Don't really have anyplace specific. We just need an area large enough so we can work anything in a single spot. I'd say just over in the botany lab should be fine. Its already got any power requirements we might need for their equipment." He pointed to a large, empty seeming room about 50 feet away.   "Excellent!" Harry replied, "I'm gonna grab that antigrav sled before someone else does and we can head that way."   Harry stepped over to the sled, activated it and brought it over to the stack of scientific equipment that the team had brought down. He and Jacobs loaded it quickly and efficiently and within a few minutes were on their way to their designated work area. (Lertain IV, Observation Post 'The House', Shuttle Bay - CEO Lt. Peter Holland - 0328) Peter was watching the seperation of the search teams' equipment from the tech meant for his team when Ensign Doenitz came up to him. "Lieutenant." he said quietly. "do we have a site where we should set up, or did you have a preference for what we should start looking at?" Pete sized him up briefly before responding. "I'd like to keep the outpost as tamper free as possible, Mister Doenitz. Set up a command centre away from the shuttle landing pad. As for Science specific, start in the Botany Lab, once you've investigated that you have my permission for a free hand to organize that for the rest of your investigations." The young Ensign walked back to the other Science officer and they began their work. Pete crossed his arms. He still held the long staff that he'd broght down as it was not one of the standard replicated ones. He'd taken certain liberties with it in carving some scroll work. All native to the Lertani archives of course, but Pete intended to change that if possible. He hoped to add his own house crest into the design and his Klingon name. Even without those additions it was a worthy enough weapon - blades weren't always needed to make one a deadly force after all. He swung the staff lightly as he thought. Pete tapped his commbadge, and addressed the station team. "Investigation team, pnce the crew quarters are cleared and searched, we'll move in there for sleep. But we'll rough it out here until then. I suggest that you hurry up so you don't end up sleeping outside where the natives can find you." (reply any) Pete chuckled as he moved off to find something else that needed doing. He spotted Zzt shoving stuff around with ease and went to converse. "Hey Zzt. Good work on that cloak." (reply Zzt) Pete grinned, "You're just being modest. I hope you brought a good stash of food with you. There's no leaving the Outpost for snacks you know." (reply Zzt, any) (posted by Lori)   (Lertain IV, Observation Post 'The House', Botany Lab - ACSciO Ensign(jg) Jacob Doenitz - 0332)   The Botany lab was an ideal place to set up their additional equipment. The majority of the space was open and available, and to be honest Harry was a bit surprised that there wasn't more clutter here than there was. Despite the openness of the space, there were still a few things that Harry and Jacob would have to move before they could fully set up their lab.   "Not a bad looking lab, eh?" Harry asked, "I think it will be more than large enough for our equipment."   He glanced around again, "You want to clear space or set up?" Jacob looked around. "I'll clear some of the plants. Let me know if you need any help." The room was filled with hangers, with planet specific fauna in various containers, being studied for material science or medicinal improvements. Tables were covered with samples being pruned or analyzed. " There was a small window nearby that looked out over the hillside where the other half of the away team was gathering, checking  their outfits and equipment. Some rearranging, and a handfuls of plants went into the replicator receiver where he rendered them down into patterns. He made sure that the hanging plants and table specimens were not part of any experiments, and that they were just back up samples. A few minutes later it was done, clearing the last of the space on a large table, where they set up what looked like a mini bio-bed and their portable electron microscope. Cultivation of a viral agent, then breaking its protein structure would be the first, longest, most crucial steps for any attempt at an antiviral. He somewhat hoped they'd be cleared to do so at some point. It butted up against the Prime Directive directly, but just the casualty figures made for depressing knowledge, particularly given the apparent suffering of the victims and the incredibly poor level of medical development. (reply Doorman) "What do you think its going to be like out there?" He'd heard about the plague currently ravaging the population, and still found the situation hard to fathom. (reply Doorman) posted by Brian (Lertain IV, Observation Post 'The House', Botany Lab - SciO Ensign Harry Doorman - 0333) Jacob looked around. "I'll clear some of the plants. Let me know if you need any help." he responded. "Okay will do." Harry answered and started unpacking some of the equipment. As Jacob cleared spec, being careful not to dispose of any ongoing experiments being handled by the botanist whose lab they had acquired, Harry set about setting up the mobile lab equipment that they had ferried down from the Hades. The work surface was more than adequate for the smaller equipment, like the gravitic centrifuge or the quantum detangler or the pulse microscope, but the larger equipment like the ionizer, the spectral disentangler and the ionic sampler were too large to make use of the remaining space. They didn't have stands for them. since harry had anticipated no need for such equipment. He had assumed that there would be ample space for the equipment wherever they happened to set up. He supposed that in hindsight he should have known better. He was standing thinking about the situation when Doenitz rejoined him after finishing his task. "What do you think it will be like out there?" the newest member of the Hades crew asked him. Harry shrugged. "I don't know. Barbaric probably. I mean think about it, there is no reliable agriculture, which means unpredictable food supplies, so that is one reason for near constant warfare. And then add to that, a significantly one-sided distribution of wealth through the medium of noble entitlement and a dehumanization of the common inhabitant. There are bound to be situations where the nobility occasionally exercises their military might against the population in order to enforce their concept of fealty and order. That means heavy taxation as the nobles prey on the peasants for their sustenance. Any sign of deviation from the accepted social order would be handled aggressively and with extreme violence. The laws, as they exist are probably exercised by the nobility which means that they themselves become immune to their conscripts. The peasants work for the benefit of the lords, they fight and die at their command and in the end they probably barely live out their lives." "And then theres the medical situation. The medical skills of this world is akin to superstition more than medical science. Bleeding, parasitic cures, dosing with heavy metals or semi-poisonous plants is hardly a good means to promote long life spans. When you factor in things like inclement weather, food shortages, natural diseases, warfare and the ample opportunity for injury or infection, including food poisoning from consumption of partially spoiled food, you have to wonder how these people ever managed to survive at all. "Desperation will breed parasitic opportunistic behavior, lack of organized law enforcement will promote criminal predation, social inequalities will promote social uprising and natural disasters, diseases and weather will promote a high mortality rate. That's how I think it will be out there." (reply Doenitz) Daniel Greene   (Lertain IV, Observation Post 'The House', Shuttle Bay, CSEC/CTAC Lieutenant Baylon Trinin- 0336)   As Baylon cast his eye over the newly assembled team, his attention landed on the newest addition to the team named Mariposa. She had been thrown into the deep end of the mission, figuratively speaking, with her sudden addition to the away team to replace Doctor Re'ona who had been disqualified due to the fact that he was a healthy carrier of Rigellian Flu, which could not be introduced to the planet. The woman looked competent and a bit green. Baylon had an understanding that this was her first assignment and to add to that her first away mission since graduating from the academy.   “Standard pattern delta-two, Two men up front on point, I want a two man scouting party, medium range, far enough that we know what’s ahead, but close enough that they can get back safely. We’ll rotate to keep everyone as fresh as possible. Figure out amongst Sec and our Marines who gets to do what.”   "Aye sir." Baylon replied. "I'll get Mil to arrange the watch and distribution of the escorts."   “Beyond that, move out as soon as we’re ready,” She added.   "Understood."   Bracken turned to the team,  “Okay listen up people, we’re good to go, look sharp, from now on we are fully under the constraint of the Prime Directive, make sure you are familiar with how you and your team mates are addressed, If I hear one ‘Ensign’, ‘Sir’, ‘Lieutenant’ or ‘Commander’, then I’ll put you in the brig myself. Advise first names, Surnames or local ranks. Those who aren’t certain, I can be addressed as ‘Aggellia’ which is a rank amongst the church of Cerrina, or failing that ‘Dale’ will be fine.” She paused, "Questions?"   Once any questions had been asked and answered Baylon added,  "My title will be 'Barik'. It means war leader. It's a title used by those under the order of the church's militant arm. You can also use my first or last name. Mil, I want  you to organize the teams, Standard pattern delta-two, let me know if you have any questions or need any help."   (reply Mil)   "Mariposa, I would like to speak with you after formation."   (reply Mariposa)   "For everyone else, let's get moving we are departing the outpost in 10-minutes." He glanced to bracken, who gave him the nod. "Team fall out and carry out your orders." He ordered.   Valencia made her way over to him and reported in.    "Welcome to the team." Baylon began, "I don't know how much you managed to study up on the local culture, medicine or traditions, so if you find yourself in need of help, please ask. I know that you were dropped right into the deep end of the ocean here, but we're glad to have you on the team. Do you have any questions about your role in the team or anything else at all?  If it's religious in nature, the ‘Aggellia' can help you, she's been studying the various religions non-stop since we were told of the mission.  Anything else you can come to me. If you aren't certain about your ability to use your weapons effectively, stick close to myself or Mil." he pointed to Nicolae, "or any of the other bodyguards, they're all well trained and should be able to help keep you safe."   (reply Mariposa) Daniel Greene (Lertain IV, Northern Trade Road, CSEC/CTAC Lieutenant Baylon Trinin- 0402)   The team had finally managed to get the wagon onto the main trade road, which wasn't as much of an improvement over the hard forest floor as Baylon would have liked.  At least the tree roots and stumps had been replaced by furrows and pits caused by the regular travel of trading carts and framers.   The night air was slightly cool, but not unpleasantly slow and whenever the boughs of the trees were  far enough apart, he could occasionally get a glimpse of the twin moons and the magnificent view of the stars in the night sky. One aspect that he always enjoyed on planetary away missions was seeing the position of the stars and other heavenly objects from the surface. In this case, besides the moons, stars and the third planet in the system Lertain III, he could make out the dim shape of a stellar nebula, that he knew to be Rogas.  He had taken a great deal of time to learn the night sky of this world, as a means to help them navigate in a period without compasses.  He had even forced himself to learn the local names for the 50-brightest objects in the sky as well as their local mythological importance. It had been quite a task, memorizing so much information, but he hoped that it would prove to be useful for them.   The cart rumbled on through the night, bounding over high points and dipping into the various furrows that marked the repetitious nature of travel along the road way. The trees creaked quietly in the night wind and the strange hand finger-shaped leaves on the trees rustled with a sound that seemed more like paper rubbing together than leaves. Occasionally they would hear the shriek of some local nocturnal animal, or the slight whistle of the wind blowing through the hollow stalks of the Carduga plants.   Tonight was a good night to be underway, with the  strong moonlight to light their path, and the clarity of good weather, there was a very good visibility to be had, and it was only limited by the narrowness or closeness of the underbrush and trees that lined the primitive lane.   They would probably make good time tonight, as the plan was to put as much distance between themselves and the outpost as possible. In the first place it would prevent any real attention from being drawn against the captain's  team and it would make it that much harder for the locals to suspect their true point of origins, although it might be possible to back track the wagon into the woods if they tried hard enough.   He stretched out his empathic senses as they travelled looking for any sign that there might be an ambush along the roadway, but finding no sense of ill-will he relaxed as they walked along the lane. He occasionally gave a glance to the positions of the remaining members of the team, taking note that no one had fallen behind or disappeared suddenly. Happy at their progress so far, all he could do was smile, and whistle a tune that he had heard on one of the sociologists reports called the "Coming of the Gods" somehow it seemed appropriate.   (reply Any) Daniel Greene (USS Ark Royal – Personal quarters – Dale Bracken, age 12 – 2002) “Dale,” Her father’s voice came from the main room. “Come out here please.” The twelve year old girl looked up from her bed, scowling as she did. She knew what was coming, and she knew that she wasn’t going to like it at all. Reluctantly however, she stood up, and went through to the other room. Her father looked up at his daughter; the scowl of irritation a copy of the one that her mother had shown when she was disturbed. Dale’s eye’s flashed irascibility exactly the same way that both her mother’s and her grandmother’s did. She would be a strong-willed girl when she grew up, he knew. That fact was going to make these next few minutes all the more difficult. If Dale’s temper was inherited from her mother too, this could be an unpleasant evening. “Dale.” He smiled, hoping to disarm his daughter emotionally before starting. He knew, of course, that it was a pointless effort, the females in his family were notoriously strong-headed. “Dale, I’ve something to tell you, and…” he pressed on, actually nervous “…and you’re not going to like it.” “You’re leaving the Fleet.” Her tone was cold, Dale knew that she was misbehaving, but she couldn’t help it. Kingsley, her father, nodded. “I am. I’m sorry Dee. I’ve stayed in longer than I wanted anyway, it’s time to move on.” Dale did understand, but couldn’t let go herself yet. Her annoyance broke. “Why? I like it here, I was born here, it’s where I’m happy.” The tears were openly running down her face. Her father came over and held her, she resisted the hug as long as she could, but her strength was going, deep within her, she knew that this had to happen for the best. “I know Dee, and I wish it could be otherwise, but life must go on baby, everywhere we turn there’s reminders of her not being with us. I…We, need to move on. Dale dried her eyes. “I know, I just like the ships, I like it in space.” Her father nodded. “I know.” “I’ll be back though, one day.” Dale resolved. “I believe you,” he answered, hoping that this was a flash in the pan, and that it would pass as a phase as quickly as the last one had. They didn’t speak of Dale joining the Fleet for years after that.   (Sol III, Earth, Tuscanny – Dale Bracken, age 17 – 1845) Dale sighed as she sipped the glass of wine that her father had poured for her. The heady aromas awakened parts of her palate, and brain that had for so long lain almost dormant. The area that surrounded her had also awakened something in her. She was treading in the footsteps of Da Vinci, Gallileo, and others. It was a volatile mix for one of her age. Coming into womanhood as she was, motherless, had been mostly without trauma, her Grandmother had always been around for those ‘little talks’ that a girl would normally have with her mother. She found, however, that her Gran’s view on the world, and her Granddaughter’s place in it, differed greatly from her own. Her mind had awakened in the last couple of years, the world of Physics had encompassed her own, she began to see truth and beauty all around her, and now, she was on the verge of making decisions that her family would not like. “Dad.” She spoke gently, not taking her eyes off the sunset, the knowledge that it was caused by the absorption and refraction of the sun’s light not detracting from the beauty in any way. Her father looked up, took in the faraway look, and once more, saw her mother in Dale. He exchanged a look with Dale’s Gran, sat next to him. Both knew what was coming. “Dee?” Dale lifted the glass to her lips once more, standing up and moving over to the patio wall, the light summer dress that she wore catching on the evening breeze, she smoothed it down as she rested on the wall. She took a look at the faces before her, both were unreadable. “I’m going to apply to the Fleet.” After that single, simple statement; the evening descended.   (Lertain IV – Northern Trade Road – FO LtCmdr Bracken – 0405)   Dale strode at an easy pace next to the cart, her feet coping with the bumpy road better that the rickey cart’s wheels were. She shivered slightly at the dew in the early morning air, but smiled nonetheless. Her thoughts were slow, and pensive, her mood oddly calm despite the incredible risk and danger that they were walking into. There wasn’t much chatter amongst any of them, Dale supposed that was for the better. A few steps ahead of her Trinin was whistling a gentle tune, which in itself lifted her spirits yet further. She really was stupidly calm. She looked up to the heavens, enjoying the view. Familiar stars were in unfamiliar constellations, silly though it was, she had always been fond of the classic constellations from Earth, memorising their patterns, and as a child had wandered on the fact that though the stars were next to each other in the sky, in reality, most of them were nowhere near each other. She saw that Trinin was similarly occupied, his head turned upward in the night sky. She lengthed her stride slightly, catching up with him. “You know…” she spoke gently, “When Newton split light up into a spectrum, he was accused of ‘Unweaving the rainbow’ of detracting from the beauty of the universe by explaining it.” She motioned to the night sky “I can tell you the composition, temperature, position of a good number of these stars, we’ve been to how many of them. Do you think that lessens the beauty, or adds to it?” (Lertain IV- Northern Trade Road - CSEC/CTAC- Lieutenant Baylon Trinin 0408) He had allowed himself to become distracted by the sheer beauty of the night sky on this world, enough so that he actually missed the sounds of he First Officer's foot falls as she sped up to catch him. He stopped whistling when she spoke, turning his attention to her instead of to the night sky. "You know," She began, "When Newton split light up into a spectrum, he was accused of 'unweaving the rainbow'; of detracting from the beauty of the universe by explaining it." She gestured to the night sky, Baylon's eyes followed the motion and he found himself smiling. "I can tell you the composition, temperature, position of a good number of these stars… We've been to how many of them? Do you think that lessens the beauty, or adds to it?" "That's a good question, really." Baylon replied, thinking about the depth of the question before elaborating. "I think it does neither. The beauty and the knowledge aren't codependent. They are separate ways of viewing the same thing I think. I mean, I've seen a lot of things since joining the fleet. And for me, understanding them cerebrally is only one aspect of understanding them at all. The appearance, appeal or awe that accompanies every star and nebula or aurora is just as important. I think that for me they aren't in the same realm, but then again, I'm not a scientist, I'm a security officer, so I don't have anything but the most rudimentary understanding of how things like a star work." He paused then smiled, "I suppose it's all dependent on the way you think and view the universe. Harry finds beauty in numbers, which are nothing at all like the colors of a sunset or the pulsing of a neutron star. And Renae used to see a sort of spiritual awe in everything. In the end I think it's subjective." "For me, it's a unique experience. I'll find a stone and imprint it with a memory of this place and store it away with all the others I've collected. In that way I will never forget the beauty that is unique to this world." (reply Bracken) "It's a mental discipline that uses a physical focus to store and allow recall of a specific memory. It records all the detail, sensation and emotion of the memory. It's Ullian in origin. The memory is actually retained by the person encoding it, the stone isn't altered in fact it can be anything, not just a stone. I've made it a sort of hobby collecting stones or objects from every planet I've visited and imprinting a good memory into them. I have 32-items so far." (reply Bracken) "I'd say my favorite is from the top of the highest peak of a mountain on Andoria. I'd be glad to share it with you when we get back to the ship if you'd like, it's pretty amazing in my opinion." (reply Bracken) (Lertain IV- Northern Trade Road – FO LtCmdr Bracken 0410)     "For me, it's a unique experience. I'll find a stone and imprint it with a memory of this place and store it away with all the others I've collected. In that way I will never forget the beauty that is unique to this world."   Dale turned to him as they walked, “imprint it with a memory?”   "It's a mental discipline that uses a physical focus to store and allow recall of a specific memory. It records all the detail, sensation and emotion of the memory. It's Ullian in origin. The memory is actually retained by the person encoding it, the stone isn't altered in fact it can be anything, not just a stone. I've made it a sort of hobby collecting stones or objects from every planet I've visited and imprinting a good memory into them. I have 32-items so far."   “You have favourite memories?” Dale asked, genuinely interested.   "I'd say my favorite is from the top of the highest peak of a mountain on Andoria. I'd be glad to share it with you when we get back to the ship if you'd like, it's pretty amazing in my opinion." “That would be amazing. This imprinting, can anyone learn it or does one have to be Emapthic? The stone becomes a key to the memory? Kind of…neural memory mapping, a tangible grid reference perhaps?”   (reply Trinin) (Lertain IV- Northern Trade Road – CSEC/CTAC- Lieutenant Baylon Trinin- 0412) "That would be amazing," She replied enthusiastically, "this imprinting, can anyone learn it or does one have to be Empathic? The Stone becomes a key to the memory? Kind of… neural memory mapping, a tangible grid reference perhaps?" "Yeah basically," Baylon replied. "The stone gives the user something to focus on, a sort of tactile mnemonic device. As for non-empaths learning the technique…" he paused thinking about it for a few moments, " I don't really know. I mean it's just a mental trigger, like the way that a certain smell makes you remember a specific memory. Non-empaths do that all the time. With this technique, is more conscious rather than subconscious. I suppose it is just a matter of mental discipline. It would be an interesting experiment, though. I don't know that it would be dangerous to try." (reply Bracken iyw) (Lertain IV- Northern Trade Road - ATAC Ensign Mil Nicolae- 0418) Mil strode around the campsite, the night seemed calm, the stars shone and the trees whispered. The sound of the trees reminded him of an ancient Earth story 'The Faraway Tree' and how the trees used to talk to each other; Mil knew it wasn't true, but it gave a much needed comfort to the man. Looking around he saw his commanders sat talking, then heard the soft snorts coming from a few of the heavier set crewmen. As he continued past the cart Mil patted the beasts, they too seemed to sleep. Finding a tree stump Mil sat down and pulled out the small knife he had for eating, picking up a chunk of wood he started carving away. (Reply None) (Posted by Mat Hodson)   (Lertain IV, Southern Trade Road, CO Captain Eva Straton, 0730) They'd been on the road for a couple of hours now, and Suranta, the largest of the systems two stars was well into the sky. Cerrina, the smaller of the two, was just now peeking over the horizon. Together, the two promised a warm sunny day as they traveled. Hubanter, the smallest of the planets three moons was still visible and would remain so for several more hours before setting. Eva sat next to Ensign Ripley, who was driving the cart down the rough road. The cart creaked and rattled, as did their supplies in the back, as they moved slowly down the road. ~We might make a few miles a day at this rate.~ Eva thought sourly as she scanned the surrounding area for signs of any hostile intent. Her gaze eventually moved down to Lt. T'Vof who was walking along side the wagon near Eva. ::So,:: Eva sent to T'Vof speaking telepathically, so that they couldn't be over heard, ::How did you manage to lose one of the scientists under your protection?:: This was the first Eva had spoken to T'Vof since they had left the out post hours before. (Reply T'Vof, Any) (posted by Wes) (Lertain IV, Southern Trade Road, COO Lieutenant H'retor - 0736) Ration pack.....that was what H'retor hated the most about away mission. In this early morning, he would have killed to have a very good breakfast. He knew he could not left his position, but maybe an animal would come to him. He was looking around, trying to notice any sound or any thing moving... hoping to not have to eat the ration. But that was like hoping replicated gagh would taste like fresh ones.... and without a fill stomach, he wasn't really in the mood.... Trying to forget about his stomach, H'retor looked that the sky. At the position of the suns in the sky, it meant the moment where they would be out of communication with the USS Hades was starting. For the next hours, they would have to rely on the old ways.  For the moment, there was not much to do than just walk and look around for any surprise party.  (Posted by Nick) (Lertain IV- Northern Trade Road - CSEC/CTAC- Lieutenant Baylon Trinin 1100) The away team had been walking pretty solidly for several hours now, keeping pace, albeit a slow one, with the cart that comprised the core of the group. The road had gotten a bit better, as they advanced, some of the natives had taken the time to fill some of the more offensive pot holes with dirt by leveling out some of the peaks of the roadway troughs. this made the rate of travel somewhat faster and before long the team had begun to see signs of agricultural development. The forest to either side of the road receded, leaving open spaces, bordered by low piled-stone walls, beyond which some native live stock grazed under the watchful eye of a shepherd. It was the first sign that the team had of the local civilization and Baylon picked up his level of awareness as the road improved even more with the presence of worn paving stones which allowed even more efficient travel. With short walls on either side of the trade road, the team was forced to stretch out into a more linear orientation, with more people head and to the rear, and fewer to either side. this worked well enough for the time being, although tactically it meant that a roadblock would be very efficient, a fact that Baylon could see had not escaped his security team. The road curved slightly as it rounded a rise, and when they reached the crest, they were rewarded with a good view of a small village that looked as if it had been imported from medieval Earth. The smoke from a dozen hearths rose lazily into the sky. People milled about, going on their work and people seemed to gather at the single stone well in the center of town. The away team was still a few yards short of the edge of town, which appeared to be guarded by a small group of men standing near the point where the road met the edge of town. To the left of the roadway, prior to reaching the town, a small group of men were digging shallow graves with wooden spades. A nearby cart had corpses wrapped in rough-hewn cloth stacked in the open bed. They were most likely plague victims. Baylon looked over at Bracken, who was still walking beside him. He gave her a questioning look. (reply all on Bracken's team) Daniel Greene (Lertain IV- Northern Trade Road – FO LtCmdr Bracken 1110)     The road curved slightly as it rounded a rise, and when they reached the crest, they were rewarded with a good view of a small village that looked as if it had been imported from medieval Earth. The smoke from a dozen hearths rose lazily into the sky. People milled about, going on their work and people seemed to gather at the single stone well in the center of town.   The away team was still a few yards short of the edge of town, which appeared to be guarded by a small group of men standing near the point where the road met the edge of town. To the left of the roadway, prior to reaching the town, a small group of men were digging shallow graves with wooden spades. A nearby cart had corpses wrapped in rough-hewn cloth stacked in the open bed. They were most likely plague victims.   Baylon looked over at her and gave her a questioning look.   “Put together a small team, there’s plague in that town, so volunteers only. Have the rest of the team scout ahead and set up camp a mile the other side of the town.”   (Reply Trinin) Dale turned back to the village, pulling her hood over her head, she saw one or two figures, one dressed similarly to her, break away from the crowd and move toward them on the cobbled road. “Baylon,” Dale looked round to him, “look sharp, we’ve got company.” She motioned to the small group approaching them. “Local clergy is on the way up.” (Reply Trinin, Any in team 1) (Posted by Mark) (Lertain IV- Northern Trade Road – Priestess Chara 1130)     Chara sighed, forlornly, the Goddess, it seemed, had abandoned them. The sickness had been spreading toward their village for a few days now, and now, it had taken its first victims. She sighed once more, the sadness in her heart spreading to the rest of her as she drew the ceremony to a close, the bodies of her fellow villagers, friends all, now lowered into the ground, hopefully into the arms of Cerrina herself. “Sister Chara, strangers on the road.” A young acolyte noted, respectfully. She looked up the hill, seeing the group of strangers for the first time. A priestess, no, there were gold bands around her sleeve, denoting a higher rank, together with temple guard. Chara glanced at the acolyte, “Pythia, with me. It seems we have…company” She walked up the hill, seeing a small band of people separate from the main party. She could see now that the leader of the party was an Aggellia, a noble of the order of Cerrina. ~Explains the temple guard~ she thought, “Come Pythia, let us greet the Aggellia and her company.” Moments later they had reached the small party, and the first thing that Cara noticed was how tall the Aggellia was, a decent head height taller than herself. She bowed deeply as they met. “Noble Aggelia, welcome to our village, however you would do to keep travelling, I fear you have reached us in dark times, our village is cursed, we have sickness.” The tall woman returned the bow, “Dearest Sister, it is for the reason of the sickness that we are travelling, we seek to find out its cause and manifestations, so that others may pray the daemons leave us.” Chara’s heart soared. “I confess Aggellia, that I have all but given up, I thought my prayers had gone unanswered.” “Dearest Sister,” Dale spoke comforting, framing her words carefully “Our prayers give us comfort. Now, let us to your village, and if we may prevail on your hospitality?” “Of course, go with Cerrina” “and may she guide and protect us.” Dale completed the simplest form of the ritual greeting.” (Reply ANY,) (Posted by Mark) (Lertain IV- Northern Trade Road – CSEC/CTAC- Lieutenant Baylon Trinin- 1115) "Put together a small team, there's plague in the town, so volunteers only. Have the rest of the team scout ahead and set up camp a mile the other side of the town." Bracken ordered him. "Aye." he replied and started to move to carry out his orders when Dale spoke to him again. "Baylon," she said and he turned to face her. "look sharp, we've got company." she motioned towards the taown and Baylon's eyes tracked the gesture to see a small group headed up the road in their direction. "Local Clergy is on the way up." she added for clarification. He gave her a nod and then picked up his pace and headed for the rear of the caravan. He gestured to a pair of the marines and ordered them to stay close to Bracken in case anything violent happened. once they were on their way, Baylon gathered together the other members of the away team, save those preparing to receive the local clergy and spoke with them. "Okay, listen up. The town ahead of us has the plague. Dale wants a reckon of the place, volunteers only. Four or five people at the most. I'll be going and so will Dale, so that leaves two to three more needed. Those not volunteering will be responsible to move the caravan through the town and to set up a campsite roughly 1 mile beyond the border of the town on the other side." "Who else is interested in volunteering?" (reply Any who want to Volunteer) "Okay, Volunteers join Bracken. Everyone else, be ready to move through town once you're given the go ahead. Dismissed." Baylon left the small assembled group and made his way over to where Bracken and the local Clergy were speaking. "…and may she guide and protect us." Dale had just finished saying. Baylon recognized it as one of the greetings used by the followers of Cerrina. "If I may interrupt , Aggellia?" Baylon said as he approached, careful to look down until given permission. (reply Bracken) Once addressed he looked up as was appropriate. "The men are prepared to make camp beyond the town as you have ordered. Those you have requested to aid in investigating the cause of the sickness in the town will be assembled momentarily." He reported. (reply Bracken) He nodded and gave her a slight bow, as was normal between the head of the temple guard and his Aggellia. He turned and waved the main portion of the caravan onward to pass through the town. The volunteers joined Dale and the clergy from the town as they all headed down into the town. A they reached the outwear edge of the town, it became apparent that there was a cleverly hidden trench surrounding the boundary of the town. It was crossable by a removable bridge which consisted of a wooden roadway that simply lay across the span. Interestingly, the roadway was covered in a light layer of soil, to disguise it. The trench was deep and steep, and wide enough to prevent a horseman from making a jump of the gap. It was nearly invisible until you reached it. It showed a very sophisticated concept of military defense. The town itself was oriented around the town square, which was really shaped more like an off shape octagon. In the center was the well, the sides made of built up stone to a height of about four feet and the bucket, attached to a rudimentary hand crank and block tackle. Flanking the open center of the town were a few merchants. A butcher was going about his grisly work with a primitive looking device that seemed a mix between a meat cleaver and a machete. A candle maker was boiling animal fat into tallow. The stench of it was almost overpowering. Three large public ovens were in use by a group of women, who seemed to be baking some sort of native flat bread. A nearby table was in use preparing the sticky dough-like concoctions that were being flattened by hand and placed on the fired clay plates upon which they were baked. The smell of stale urine was prevalent as they passed the dyer. The large wooden drums were being actively filled by a pair of men who were relieving themselves into them. The aged urine would convert to ammonia after about a month, which in turn would be used to fix colored dyes into wool fabric. A cooper was building a pair of wooden barrels, and a small group of men were carrying in a large number of native birds and rabbit-like animals towards the tanners hut that stood beside the small blacksmith that comprised the remaining businesses that encircled the square. The final building there was a small stone and wood-framed structure. It was better built than most of the others, possessing a stone chimney that was boiling smoke. There was a short stone wall roughly four feet high around a lot of ground that the building occupied. A break in the front of the wall allowed entry for those seeking it. The structure was obviously the local temple to Cerrina. The local clergy moved through the opening in the wall and Baylon and the other volunteers followed them into the small courtyard. Within, there were a number of plants that Baylon only remotely recognized as being medicinal, although he couldn't name them or tell you what they were used to treat exactly. The walking path was a worn stone paved affair, that lead directly to the heavy wooden door that dominated the front of the structure. A second path led around the left side of the building most likely to the larger patch of ground beyond that would serve as the local garden and eventually farther back to the sables and any other other associated buildings that may be established for the use of those inhabiting this temple. There were no glass windows, but there were a handful of openings in the walls that could be covered by rolls of waxed leather. Those rolls were currently rolled-up to allow the natural light of the day to flood into the structure. The Acolyte, quickened his pace enough to be the first to the door of the temple. He opened the door for the rest of the group as they moved into the small temple. It was very spartan, as far as Baylon's experiences with temples were concerned. There were a few benches. A pair of tables along the left and right wall respectively, which would be moved into the middle of the room during meal times, and a small raised dais with a simple podium. The symbolic device of Cerrina hung on the back wall of the room. A door lay in the back wall, off to the left side, which probably led to the small kitchen that would be responsible for feeding the clergy daily. The cooking hearth would be located there as well. (reply Any on the team, Bracken) Daniel Greene (Lertain IV- Northern Trade Road – FO LtCmdr Bracken - 1130)     "If I may interrupt, Aggellia?" Baylon said as he approached, careful to look down until given permission.   Dale heard Baylons respectful intrusion, and turned toward him, glad that he, and indeed everyone had given themselves a good working knowledge of the nuances and protocols of the Churches.   “Caput.” She addressed Baylon with his position, an ancient church word for leader, often used honorifically for the lead temple guard on expeditions such as this. She nodded to him the silent gesture giving him permission to address her. ~Blasted church rules~ Dale thought, she wasn’t a great fan of formality at the best of times, but these ultra-strict formal proceedings were idea of hell.   Once addressed Baylon looked up as was appropriate. "The men are prepared to make camp beyond the town as you have ordered. Those you have requested to aid in investigating the cause of the sickness in the town will be assembled momentarily." He reported.   “Well Done Caput, we’ll shortly be moving into the village, have the men form behind us.”   He nodded and gave her a slight bow, as was normal between the head of the temple guard and his Aggellia.   Baylon turned and waved the main portion of the caravan onward to pass through the town. The volunteers joined her and the clergy from the town as they all headed down into the town.   The sights and smells of the village were both terrible, and awe inspiring, she allowed herself to look around the various trades as she walked past, but made sure that she didn’t show too much interest, she knew she had to remember that to fit in she must have seen it all before.   The Acolyte, quickened his pace enough to be the first to the door of the temple. He opened the door for the rest of the group as they moved into the small temple.   The temple was Spartan at best, there were a few benches. A pair of tables along the left and right wall respectively, which would be moved into the middle of the room during meal times, and a small raised dais with a simple podium. The symbolic device of Cerrina hung on the back wall of the room. A door lay in the back wall, off to the left side, which probably led to the small kitchen that would be responsible for feeding the clergy daily. The cooking hearth would be located there as well.   She turned to Baylon, who had entered the temple to her left rear. “Caput,” she nodded to the door, the local priestess was a few steps in front of her, Dale fell back, “eyes open, ears too.” She winked slightly, imperceptively to anyone else but him.   (Reply Trinin)   Dale nodded a bow in return, shallower than his had been, in concordance with her superior position, then turned away and moved toward Chara.   “Priestess.” Chara turned round, and Dale motioned toward the hour candle at the side of the Altar. “’Tis nearly time for Sextian Hour Prayer, it would be my honour to join you.”   Chara flushed, “Aggellia, forgive the presumption, would you do us the honour of leading the service?”   Dale’s mind temporarily ran riot, she then pulled herself up and nodded. “Of course, the honour would be mine.” (Lertain IV- Kerkahl Village- Hunter Gevik- 1155) Gevik watched as the strangers were led into town by the local priestess and taken directly to the temple of Cerrina. The small group seemed unworried about the plague that had just so recently killed ten people. The peasant, a hunter by nature, was used to watching people and animals, determining their habits from their movements and actions, But these strangers were not like anyone he had ever seen. They did not walk as if they had ever suffered an injury or affliction, as so many people did throughout their lives in this world. They did not shuffle, move stiffly or bear any of the various disfigurements hat came with war or sickness that ravaged the body. He had been told by the Duke Kerg, to watch this village and to report on any unusual activity that took place. He had specifically been told to watch for any strangers that arrived along the southern trade road traveling north into the village. They were more organized than any other group he had ever seen, and he had acted as a guide for some years to a number of armies. It paid well enough for a couple of years of his life in return. The clothing that the people wore were in excellent condition, definitely not something that they had worn for the majority of any trip especially from any significant distance. The hems were not worn from constant travel, nor were they muddied, and Gevik was certain that these must be the strangers that Kerg had told him to watch for. Gevik turned to his companion, a fellow hunter named Frandik and gave him a nod. "Agreed," Frandik replied, "they are most peculiar. And they are obviously strangers, even if they are not peculiar in any other way." "Yes, that they are." Gevik agreed. "I want you to ride ahead and tell the Duke what is happening here. Tell him that I sent you and that we believe that we may have found the strangers that he is looking for. Tell him to send me if he desires. I am going to try to learn more about them." Frandik nodded. "I shall do so. I will return as soon as I am able. What if they leave?" "I will leave a trail mark along the road showing you the way. I will shadow them if I need to." "Very good." Frandik replied and then reached out his arm. "May you stay safe from harm old friend." he stated as the two men clasped hands. "And you also." Gevik replied. Gevik watched as his friend and hunting companion turned and moved down the alleyway near their position, so that he could make his way towards the Duke's castle unseen by prying eyes. Gevik adjusted his grip on his bow and loosened the cover from the arrows over his quiver, in case there was unexpected trouble and moved into town as the bulk of the caravan was moving through. He watched the group as they passed closely. They were not speaking, or giving direction in any way. It was as if they were communicating in another manner. Perhaps they were so well disciplined that talking was not needed. Even for Temple Guards, that would be extraordinary. When the group had passed, Gevik strode across the town square, ignoring the gawking villagers and made his way towards the temple. He wanted to see and meet these strangers first hand. He stepped into the temple and paused for a moment to allow his eyes to adjust to the dimness within. (reply Any on Team 1) Daniel Greene (Lertain IV- Northern Trade Road – AlectoPriest Ianos 1159) The aging Priest leant on the wall in front of the temple of Cerrina, whereas he was in a different order, worshipping the sun God Suranta rather than the Goddess Cerrina, worship at the village was a generally informal affair, his own church over in the next village, he often found himself in alternative surroundings at prayer time. His prayers were no less heartfelt just because he wasn’t in his own temple, actually quite the opposite. His eyes narrowed as he watched Gevik, the hunter, he’d been trouble as a boy, and hadn’t mellowed with age, his companion he didn’t know, but if Gevik was involved, Ianos suspected, trouble would not be far behind. He’d watched the strangers enter the village. Strangers? Perhaps not the right word, The Aggellia had been accompanied by Temple Guard. The presence of an Aggellia was noteworthy enough, but the Guard were clearly very highly trained. Ianos had seen Gevik and his friend watching them, sizing them up, Gevik was in for a shock if he thought to tackle any of them. The Aggellia herself wasn’t noteworthy. Actually that wasn’t true, She was tall for a woman, her manner when addressing the Caput was clear, she was used to her orders being followed immediately. That rang true of every one of that rank he had ever met. She strode, unhurried, but her long legs covered distance well, it seemed that she was used to walking, rather than simple procession up and down aisles in the temple, again, a characteristic that was often found in all Aggellia, most found themselves constantly on the road. Her face displayed a keen mind and sharp scholarly countenance. Gevik was in for a shock if he planned to tangle with this one. Ianos wasn’t certain what kind of Hunter Gevik really was, he, Ianos, was too old for that sort of thing, however he recognised ruthless determination and unswerving devotion to duty when he saw it. She also knew the rites of Cerrina backwards. He had watched through the door, an aging body had thankfully not dulled his eyes, mind or ears, many saw just the aging priest, if they saw him at all. Few people paid any attention to a nosy old priest. The service, Highprayer if his memory of the other order served well, was action and word perfect. She had added adapted lines for the comfort of the villagers, and bestowed on all a highblessing, rather than the normal one that Chara would have done. There was something. Ianos felt that he’d like to meet this Aggellia, but entering the Temple, whilst not against any ruling, was frowned upon. Getting past the Caput and other guards would be difficult too. ~Shame~ he thought. Whereas he’d been told not to discuss the Witch to anyone, one couldn’t keep such information from a noble of a sister order. It was a dilemma that he would have to struggle with. (Reply Any, none) (posted by Mark) (Lertain IV- Northern Trade Road – FO LtCmdr Bracken - 1200) She motioned to the altar, and on reaching it, pushed her hood back, unfastened the clasp at the neck, then allowed it to slide down her back. She stepped forward, now wearing just the black, sleeveless dress, she knelt down, lifting the skirt slightly to allow her knees to bend; she then leaned forward and bowing deeply to the crude altar in front of her. Dale then stood up, and bowed once more, beginning the midday ritual.   “Cerrina Most High; Grant us, your servants the honour of your attention and the power to both spread your joyous message, and the courage to face those who do not feel the joy of your love. Cerrina, hear our bids.”   “Cerrina, hear our bids.” The ensemble behind her answered the ritual call. She’d chosen the level carefully, a higher level of prayer than they would normally perform, but one that she knew backwards, and one that she knew every Aggellia in the order would normally chose. It was only slightly longer, but the language and pitch of the prayer was altogether different.   “In these times most difficult, I call on your august presence to join with us and comfort those our friends who our most bereaved, and we call on you in the certainty that those souls that you have called will be wrested from the terrible arms of Rogala most vile. Cerrina, hear our prayer.”   “Cerrina, hear our Prayer.”   She knew she was safe with this line. There was constant debate in all of the orders about who amongst the Gods called souls to the otherworld, be it the temples’ or families favoured Gods, or Rogala, the God of Evil.   The service drew on, Dale actually enjoyed herself, actually feeling comfort in the words that she was both adapting for everyday worship, and the standard highprayers that she had spent so long memorising, understanding.   She carried on, the words coming easy to her, what she called her day-to-day voice completely giving way to her tone of Command. It was the tone that she didn’t often use, but now, It came into its own. She found herself not entreating the Goddess to be with her, but Commanding her; now, of all times, she fully, truly understood the words of the texts that she had up until now, only learned. She knew, and understood the expectations of her adopted position, the role of Aggellia wasn’t one merely to serve Cerrina, She was expected to Command the lower members of the order to serve, and to send out a call of command to Cerrina herself to come into the presence of her flock.   She drew the service to a close, leaning forward once more, bowing almost fully prostrate in front of the altar. “Cerrina be with us, join us in our labours, guide our footsteps, protect us as we serve you. Cerrina, hear our call.”   “Cerrina, hear our call.”   Dale lifted herself, sitting on her heels, then bowed forward once more before fully lifting herself up, stepping forwards toward the young acolyte who had appeared at the altar. He lifted the candle, held it out to her, and she reached out and extinguished it with her finger. Then, only then did flock move, the service was now over.   She stepped slowly away from the altar, picking up and putting her cloak back on, she saw that a few others had joined them during the service. She caught Baylon’s eye, and nodded, unseen to anyone else.   (Reply Trinin, any) (posted by Mark) (Lertain IV- Kerkahl Village- CSEC/CTAC- Lieutenant Baylon Trinin- 1218) Baylon had followed Dale into the temple, and had in turn been followed by the other members of the volunteer team that had decided to remain in the village to conduct studies. In a few moments he had taken in the room, noting the possible exits, the potential ambush points and the general situation that presented itself to him. He extended his empathic abilities, but saw no indications of aggression or district among those present and he allowed himself to relax a little, so as not to seem too highly wound. "Caput" Bracken said softly, getting his attention. He looked at her and she nodded at the door, "Eyes open, ears too." she added quietly. Baylon nodded and turned and returned to the main door of the temple. He stepped out onto the rough wooden walk that doubled as a sort of uncovered porch, and took a position to the left flank of the entry. He took a deep breath, let it out slowly and allowed his eyes to slide over the busy workings of the town. He noticed a pair of men, standing near an alleyway. They were discussing something important, Baylon guessed and their attention seemed firmly affixed upon the Temple of Cerrina. Baylon continued his review of the town, purposefully moving his apparent attention past the the two men. What he couldn't see with his eyes or hear with his ears, he could certainly experience on the emotional level with his mind. He extended his empathic senses outward until he could feel the surface emotions of the men as they parted ways. There was a mix of excitement, concern, curiosity and deception rolled into one. The majority of the emotions seemed to be coming from the man remaining behind, while his companion seemed focused on achieving a goal as he left his companion's presence. Baylon turned his visual attention back to the man, who was beginning to head his way. He had freed the water kin covering from his quiver and was gripping his bow in a ready position, although the intention emend more in preparation than out of malice. Just then the caravan passed through town between them and for a few moments, Baylon watched the man observe the caravan as it passed and then continue on his way across the street towards the temple. Baylon made eye contact with him and gave the man a single shake of his head. The archer stopped suddenly in the middle of the square, grew a little pale at being noticed so readily and then turned his path in another direction. ~hmmm~ Baylon thought, ~Caputs must be more feared than I had originally thought.~ Still despite the man's obvious redirection, Baylon was now on alert. He continued to scan the crowd with his empathy, looking for potential accomplices. Instead, he picked up a distinct emotion of concern, desire and worry coming from across the square. Baylon turned his attention in that direction and spotted a priest of the order of Suranta, the sun God watching them. He was obviously very concerned about something and the object of that concern did not seem to be present, although a level of anxiety was. As the hour for the prayer approached Baylon stepped into the temple as members of the town's population came to worship. It seemed a rare treat for these people that an Aggellia should perform the afternoon prayer. Baylon listened only half-heartedly, repeating the necessary phrases that he had studied prior to the implementation of the mission. It was reminiscent of a Roman Catholic service he had once attended with a friend during his time at the academy. Repetition to promote focus. As the service wound down, baylon once again noticed the Priest from the order of Suranta standing at the doorway of the temple. Baylon wasn't certain but it seemed unusual to him. It was apparent that there was something heavy weighing on his mind. If a priest from an opposing religion was driven to seek out a member of a contrary order then whatever was prompting such an action must be very important. Bracken concluded the service and gave baylon a barely noticeable nod. He smiled, returned the nod and then slowly turned his head towards the aging priest standing at the door. Hopeful that Dale would see what he was attempting to show her. He then headed for the door, behind the last of the parishioners and stepped out onto the porch near the priest of Suranta. He smiled at the aging man, a friendly accommodating smile and when it was clear that there was no one close enough to overhear, Baylon spoke quietly to him. "You honor my Aggellia with your presence brother." he said simply, "yet is it not uncommon for members of the order of Suranta to partake in these prayers?" (Reply Ianos) "No disrespect taken." Baylon replied. "It simply leads me to believe that you have urgent business that you feel you must discuss with the Aggellia. If you wish it, I will speak with her on your behalf." (Reply Ianos) Daniel Greene (Lertain IV- Kerkahl Village- AlectoPriest Ianos - 1230)     As the service drew to a close, the head of the guard emerged from the doorway of the Temple. He was a commanding figure, as most were. He turned almost immediately toward him, and moved slowly over, though smiled at Ianos as he reached him; a friendly accommodating smile and when it was clear that there was no one close enough to overhear, the Caput quietly spoke to him.   "You honor my Aggellia with your presence brother." he said simply, "yet is it not uncommon for members of the order of Suranta to partake in these prayers?"   Ianos nodded a bow, “I have no more than a passing interest in the service, interesting though it was, no insult meant.” He added hurriedly, this was no time for insult.”   "No disrespect taken." Baylon replied. "It simply leads me to believe that you have urgent business that you feel you must discuss with the Aggellia. If you wish it, I will speak with her on your behalf."   Ianos smiled, “I have something to share,” He sighed, leaning on his stick and leaning forward to the Caput, grateful of the weight lifting off his shoulders. He whispered.   “I have been banned from speaking of it, but ones such as yourself have to know. A few days ago a stranger was taken near these parts. I know few details. Nothing more than claims were made by senior members of my order of the capture of a witch. A trial, if you can call it that, will be held as soon as the High Priestess of your order arrives.”   (Reply Trinin)   Ianos grabbed Trinin’s arm. “Good Caput I beg you, get this message to your Aggellia, I know of no evidence of witchcraft in this area for decades.”   (reply Trinin) (Posted by Mark) (Lertain IV- Kerkahl Village- CSEC/CTAC- Lieutenant Baylon Trinin- 1232) Baylon listened as the priest apologized for his apparent transgression, but Baylon quickly put him at ease. What followed was a revelation that seemed to be something along the line that they were looking for. The priest smiled, " I have something to share," he said quietly. He shifted his weight on his his walking stick slightly before continuing. "I have been banned from speaking of it, but ones such as yourself have to know." he finally continued, his desire for maintaining a low tone evident in his demeanor. " A few days ago a stranger was taken near these parts. I know few details. Nothing more than claims were made by senior members of my order of the capture of a witch. A trial if you can call it that, will be held as soon as the High priestess of your order arrives." There must be something amiss with this if you bring a matter like witchcraft to my Aggellia. It seems that you perhaps have doubt of the claims against this supposed witch?" The man grabbed Baylon's arm. He had a surprisingly strong grip. "Good Caput I beg you, get this message to your Aggellia, I know of no evidence of witchcraft in this area for decades." Baylon gave the older man a single nod. "I will tell her your words. Will you be nearby, should she have questions for you?" (reply Ianos) "Very well. I will urge her to come to see you sooner rather than later." Baylon replied and then gave the man a very slight bow of dismissal before turning to reenter the temple. He caught Nicolae's eye and gestured for him to join Baylon off to one side of the temple floor. Once Mil had joined him, Baylon got directly to the point. "I just had an interesting conversation with a priest from the order of Suranta. He says that a stranger was taken from this area a few days ago and accused of being a witch, yet he knows of no indications of witchcraft in this area for decades. It could be possible that we may have our first lead to our wayward flock." (reply Mil) "Do you think you and Re'ona can make some discreet inquiries, see what you can find out from the villagers? It could be unrelated or it could be what we are looking for. I want Re'ona to do some searching on the sickness in the village, see what she can find out. Maybe you can ask questions?" (reply Mil) "Okay, just be careful. I noticed a man earlier, an archer who seemed abnormally interested in us. He seems to have lost his nerve for the moment, but that may not last. Keep your wits about you and I'll have Lomas go with Re'ona as an escort. Report back here when you are satisfied with your inquiries, but try not to leave town without letting us know. I suspect we'll be staying in the temple tonight." (reply Mil) Once Mil had moved off to carry out his orders, Baylon moved to where Dale could see him. He waited for her to look in his direction and when she did, he gestured for her to join him. (reply Ianos, Bracken, Mil) Daniel Greene (Lertain IV- Kerkahl Village- AlectoPriest Ianos - 1234)   Ianos grabbed Baylon's arm. "Good Caput I beg you, get this message to your Aggellia, I know of no evidence of witchcraft in this area for decades."   The Caput gave the him a single nod. "I will tell her your words. Will you be nearby, should she have questions for you?"   Ianos spoke hurriedly, “I must away to prepare for Eventos, the evening prayer, but will return after first dusk. I must speak to your Aggellia good Caput.”   "Very well. I will urge her to come to see you sooner rather than later."   (Reply none needed) (Posted by Mark)  (Lertain IV- Kerkahl Village- MO- Ensign Camille Re'ona & LCPL Harvard Lomax- 1235) Once the ceremony was finished, Camille and Lomax exited the temple and began their study of the village in the hopes of tracking the contagion vectors of the contagion that had recently come to this town. Re'ona knew that this world was a dangerous one for an unescorted woman, so she was very thankful for the Marine presence that Lomax provided. The man seemed at ease in this situation and just earlier, she had learned that he was an avid medieval holostory hobbyist. He looked, spoke and moved the part as if it were something he was bred for. Of course, his massive size and well developed skill with a sword would be a huge boon to the away mission, and when combined with his rugged good-looks and friendly demeanor was almost a dream come true for the diminutive medical officer. As they moved through the village, Camille made note of the various drainage watersheds that dotted the village. The lack of sanitation here would make it very hard to distinguish a true vector of viral displacement, but not impossible. The trick would be to find the location of the first case, which may or may not be easy to accomplish. The first death was not necessarily the first contracted case of the plague and that wouldn't be determinable without an autopsy, which considering their current restriction on technology, would be impossible under these conditions. She'd have to work out the vectors, transmission, gestation, stages of illness and mortality of contraction the hard way- observation, inquiry and empirical method. There were so many factors, and there would be a language barrier that would be hard to work through without violating the Prime Directive. From everything she could determine about the nature of medical science on this world, the concept of disease transmission or contagion was completely alien to everyone on this world, save those from the Federation. She made her way over to one of the stalls where a butcher was busy hacking apart a hunk of local meat with a wicked looking tool. "Good sir." she began. The butcher stopped and sunk the end of his weapon into the side of his wooden chopping block. "yes?" he half snarled. "I have a question about the sickness that has recently claimed the lives of some of those from this village. Can you tell me who drew ill first and where they live?" She asked. The man frowned. "It was Agus, a hunter. he lives in the hut on the west side of the town. The one with the red dyed leather drying outside. It's door is marked with the red dye." Camille nodded. "Many thanks." She stepped away from the butcher and rejoined Lomax. "His hut is one the west side, the door is marked with red dye. " "An ingenious way to show where the plague has claimed someone." Lomax replied and then led the way. (Reply none) Daniel Greene (Lertain IV, Southern Trade Road, CO Captain Eva Straton, 19:35) They had been on the move all day with only a small stop for lunch around mid day. Now the suns were setting and a cold breeze had kicked up promising a cold spring night to follow the warm spring day. They had found a suitable place to stop for the night and Eva had given the order to stop for the night. Eva jumped down from the wagon as the team went to work setting up camp. She motioned Dragovar, Drizzt, and H'retor over to her. The three moved quickly to her side and she wasted no time with pleasantries. "See to the watch detail," She said, nodding toward Dragovar. "I want at least 4 people on guard at all times. We will go two hour shifts. I want everyone to have the opportunity to get at least six hour of sleep." (Reply Dragovar) She then turned to look at H'retor and Drizzt. "You two get to go play hunter," She said simply, "The more we can live off the land, the better. If you find anything questionable then ask Ripley. She should know what plants are edible and which are not. Two hunting team. H'retor you will lead one, Drizzt the other. At least a three man hunting team and do not stray too far from the camp. Questions?" (Reply H'retor, Drizzt) (NRPG: Leaving room here for any questions etc) When they moved off to carry out her orders, Eva turned to see Ensign Ripley looking a little rough around the edges after the long days march. ~I probably don't look my best either.~ Eva thought as she stepped over to the counselor. "How you holding up?" She asked. (Reply Ripley) "It's only going to get rougher down the road," Eva said, "If you notice any medical concerns with anyone in the group, I want to be informed immediately. Some of these people wouldn't have marched like this since their academy days. I want to have an eye out for any signs of exhaustion." (Reply Ripley, Dragovar, H'retor, Drizzt, any) (posted by Wes) (Lertain IV, Southern Trade Road, COUNS Anamitra Ripley, 1938) As the expeditionary team, as Ana liked to think of it, came to a stop for the night, the petit counselor found herself standing alongside the cart attempting to trench the knots that had infiltrated her body out of her back and shoulders. Accompanied by the occasional huffs of air and groans of fell-good pain, Ana had not realized exactly how taxing it would be riding in a primitive cart without suspension. She now had a new found respect for the people that did this daily. It was truly an aspect of life here that she would rather have avoided. The captain hopped down and headed over to the security members on the team and while Eva was busy with that aspect of the camp, Ana decided to chock the wheels to the cart and see to the general welfare of the native animals. Ana unhitched the animals and led them over to a nearby copse of trees, just a few feet away from the most likely location for the camp. Taking a section of rope, she made a makeshift barrier for the animals by tying it around a group of four of the trees, with the animals inside. It was a technique that she had read was once used in the american wildest. With an abundance of fresh analog-grasses, the animals would be well fed through the night. She was just regarding her handy work when Eva joined her. "How you holding up?" The captain asked her. "I'll live." She replied honestly enough, "I just never expected that riding in the cart was going to be so hard on my body." "It's only going to get rougher down the road," Eva said, "If you notice any medical concerns with anyone in the group, I want to be informed immediately. Some of these people wouldn't have marched like this since their academy days. I want to have an eye out for any signs of exhaustion." Ana nodded. "I agree. They have to feel as worn around the edges as I do, maybe even more considering they were walking the entire time. I should also do a foot inspection. There are a number of native funguses that love warm damp places, not to mention possible blisters." She directed the captain's attention to her handiwork on the makeshift corral. "What do you think? It's something I saw in an American Wild West historical holoprogram from the archives. It's called a rope corral. It depends on the animal's domesticated nature to respect the boundary, rather than being something that will withstand their concentrated efforts. The animals are pretty tame, so I thought that would work better than hobbling. Besides we'll have people awake all night right?" (reply Straton) Ana nodded. "Any idea how far we actually travelled? It feels like a million miles, but I'm guessing eight to ten perhaps?" (reply Straton) "And what's the distance to the nearest city?" (reply Straton) Daniel Greene (Lertain IV, Southern Trade Road, COO Lieutenant H'retor - 19:39)  As the sun were slowly setting, the warm effect of its sunshine was decreasing, giving place to a few small cold breezes. Walking had kept him warm for most of the night, but since they had stopped, he was starting to freeze. But a warrior was not the like to complain and H'retor accepted the cold.  The fact it was getting darker also meant that in an hour or two, the effect of the suns on the USS Hades would be low enough to allow communications and scans. Right now, CPO Janey Brown was probably on the bridge, giving orders and gathering the information for the away team. It was her opportunity to make good of the leadership function H'retor gave to her. She had some guts and some determinations, but she also seemed to hold back and he still wondered if she had what was needed to get higher in the hierarchy. As H'retor walked around the camp, he was asked to come in by his superior.     "See to the watch detail," said Straton, nodding toward Dragovar.  "I want at least 4 people on guard at all times.  We will go two hour shifts.  I want everyone to have the opportunity to get at least six hour of sleep."       Straton then turned to look at him and Drizzt.  "You two get to go play hunter," She said simply, "The more we can live off the land, the better.  If you find anything questionable then ask Ripley.  She should know what plants are edible and which are not. Two hunting team.  H'retor you will lead one, Drizzt the other.  At least a three man hunting team and do not stray too far from the camp.  Questions?"  H'retor was a little surprised by the comment on the plants. ~How could they live on salad?~ thought H'retor..~Their obsession for skinny women.....ugh.....~ thought H'retor, preferring to think of a muscled and fierce Klingon woman.  Looking at the available officers, he had little knowledge of their skills and knowledge. He justed looked at two petty officer.  "You and you follow me." (Lertain IV- Kerkahl Village- FO LtCmdr Bracken - 1240)     Once Mil had moved off to carry out his orders, Baylon moved slightly, Dale became immediately aware of his change in position, and his nod was all too familiar.   Slowly she moved her way across the temple, fighting the thanks of the villagers. Everyone, it seemed, wanted to touch her on the arms, clasp her hands and the like, it took a few minutes to drift through the crowds. Chara herself had been equally difficult to shake, seeing herself, rightfully perhaps as the second most senior Chara took some convincing that she needn’t be joined at the hips with Dale, eventually however, Dale found peace, as the villagers got used to her own presence amongst them.   She had cought Trinin’s glance a short while ago, but had been unable to respond immediately, now though, she slipped inbetween the villagers to reach him, near the doorway.   “Caput” she spoke formally. More for the benefit of procedure than anything else, she had no reason to suspect that anyone would be listening.   (Reply Trinin, any) (posted by Mark) (Lertain IV, Southern Trade Road, CO Captain Eva Straton, 19:41) What do you think?" Ripley asked her referring to her cleaver corralling of the animals. "It's something I saw in an American Wild West historical holo-program from the archives. It's called a rope corral. It depends on the animal's domesticated nature to respect the boundary, rather than being something that will withstand their concentrated efforts. The animals are pretty tame, so I thought that would work better than hobbling. Besides we'll have people awake all night right?" Eva nodded. "Mr. Dragovar is seeing to that as we speak," She said. "Any idea how far we actually traveled? It feels like a million miles, but I'm guessing eight to ten perhaps?" Ripley asked. "Nine to ten would be my guess," Eva replied, "Not bad considering the road conditions. I am hoping we can match that or more tomorrow." "And what's the distance to the nearest city?" Ripley Asked next. "We should come across a small lumbering village some time around mid-day tomorrow," Eva said, "That is if the maps we got can be trusted." Eva looked around at the quickly coalescing camp. "I want you to inspect my feet first," She said, "Then you can enlist the assistance of a marine medic or two to check everyone else's. You will have to wait till the hunting parties return to inspect them and don't forget your own feet in the process." Eva moved over to the wagon and hopped up in the back with her legs dangling over the edge. She unbuckled and pulled off her boots, making sure that everyone in camp could see what Ripley was doing and that she was going first. As Ripley performed her inspection, Eva closed her eyes took and deep breath and reached out into the darkening night. Her telepathic senses flew across the miles between the two group to lock in on Trinin's mind. Then those senses flew skyward toward the Hades and Ensign T'Sol. Once Eva had contacted both minds, she linked them all together so that they could all communicate with one another. ::Lt. Trinin, Ensign T'Sol,:: Eva sent with a slight mental nod in greeting, ::Report.:: (Reply Ripley, Trinin, T'Sol, Any) (Posted by Wes) (Lertain IV, Southern Trade Road, COUNS, Ensign Anamitra Ripley 1942) "I want you to inspect my feet first," Eva replied, "Then you can enlist the assistance of a Marine Medic or two to check everyone else's. You will have to wait until the hunting party returns to inspect them and don't forget your own feet in the process." Ana nodded. "Oh believe me…" she replied emphatically, "I couldn't forget my feet if I wanted to. They are quite determined to remind me that they are there, along with my legs and shoulders." Ana smiled as she followed the captain to the bed of the cart, where Eva climbed up on the edge of the bed and sat with her feet dangling into space. Ana grabbed one of the smaller crates from the back of the cart and placed it on the ground near Eva's feet, and settled onto it's rough wooden surface as if it were a chair, and began her inspection. She gingerly separated Eva's toes and inspected the softer surfaces of flesh between them, looking for signs of forming or already broken blisters or cracks that may have formed. While there she also checked for any sins of fungal growth or discoloration. On an alien world, there was no telling how rapidly some of the native life could insinuate itself into unwanted places. "Looks good." Ana reported. (Reply Straton) Daniel Greene (USS Hades, Bridge, SO, Ensign T'Sol, 1943) T'Sol stood at at the science station console net to Ensign Carpenter, who was currently working on reconfiguring the sensors to help increase their ability to detect the biosign of their missing scientist, doctor Jenson. "You will need to pull the isometric pallet and realign the particle detectors beyond operational specifications if you are going to suppress the spurious readings caused by the proton showers and gamma decay in the upper atmosphere." She explained. "Will it be able to handle the alterations?" Carpenter asked. "It has been my experience that the engineering specs are conservative of the actual capabilities that they possess. I believe they will be within overall operational capabilities." Carpenter nodded. "I'll get right on it." T'Sol returned to the center chair and had just settled into position when she felt the familiar tingle in the back of her skull that indicated someone was attempting to make telepathic contact. Being told ahead of time that the captain would be doing so, he lowered her defenses cautiously until she was able to identify the presence of the Captain's mind. ::Lieutenant Trinin, Ensign T'Sol:: there was the impression of a mental acknowledgment, ::Report:: ::The Hades is currently holding position within the penumbra of the planet as ordered, Captain.:: T'Sol replied almost immediately. ::We have begun passive scans of the planet to attempt to determine if we can detect the missing scientist's biosigns from here, but the interference caused by remnants of the ionic discharges in the upper atmosphere are making it difficult. I have begun my observation of the outpost personnel brought aboard the Hades, and will begin the interviews once I have defined the social network that exists between them. I am working on the theory that the understanding of this interpersonal network will aid me in my line of questioning. I have not yet communicated with Lieutenant holland and the away team at the outpost, as there is still too much interference currently for at least the next hour. Once the interference has decreased, I will make contact and get an update on their progress.:: (reply Eva) ::Understood Captain.:: T'Sol Replied. Lieutenant Trinin then went on to give his report, which although informative, really contained no significant data beyond the disposition of the away team. (Reply Straton) Daniel Greene (Lertain IV, Kerkahl Village, CSEC/CTAC Lieutenant Baylon Trinin, 1944) Bracken and the other volunteers had been invited to stay the night in the temple with Chara and the others. It was a good opportunity to observe the local religion closer and to further strengthen their claims of identity. Bracken and the other volunteers were in in the temple, and Baylon had decided to step out the front door of the temple to take in the sights of the town as it prepared to sleep for the coming night. There were several people milling about, undertaking whatever preparations that they were required to finish before they had the opportunity to head to their hovels for the night. Baylon took a deep smell of the local air, noting the earthy smell from agriculture, animal dung and the various tanning and dying processes. It was almost unpleasant, but in a way it was real and reassuring. It was the smell of life on this primitive world and in that regards it was a unique imprint upon the lives of those working and living here. Baylon closed his eyes and allowed himself to expand his senses, extending them out to encompass the boundaries of the town. His empathy wasn't as well developed as most betazoids, but they were sufficient to let him know that there wasn't a mass of angry people nearby waiting to cause them harm. There were too many minds for him to isolate specific feelings, but he could get the gist of their overall emotional states. Then he felt it; the familiar tickling at the back of his brain that signified telepathic contact. Within a moment he recognized the imprint of Captain Straton, then the addition of the mental impression of Ensign T'Sol. ::Lieutenant Trinin, Ensign T'Sol:: there was the impression of a mental acknowledgment, ::Report:: ::The Hades is currently holding position within the penumbra of the planet as ordered, Captain.:: T'Sol replied almost immediately. ::We have begun passive scans of the planet to attempt to determine if we can detect the missing scientist's biosigns from here, but the interference caused by remnants of the ionic discharges in the upper atmosphere are making it difficult. I have begun my observation of the outpost personnel brought aboard the Hades, and will begin the interviews once I have defined the social network that exists between them. I am working on the theory that the understanding of this interpersonal network will aid me in my line of questioning. I have not yet communicated with Lieutenant holland and the away team at the outpost, as there is still too much interference currently for at least the next hour. Once the interference has decreased, I will make contact and get an update on their progress.:: (reply Eva) ::Understood Captain.:: T'Sol Replied. Once the report from T'Sol had run it's course, Baylon made his report. ::We have reached a small village named Kerkahl. There is plague here and a small group of us are investigating and gathering information on the spread of the sickness. We are also inquiring with the local priestess of Cerinna named Chara about strangers. The rest of the away team has been ordered to make camp 1 mile north of the town. We will be staying at the temple tonight and unless we discover some critical information will most likely be moving on first thing tomorrow. Our cover stories seem to be very efficient and convincing, there has been no question of who we are or why we are here. I hope to have more to report to you tomorrow.:: (Reply Straton) Daniel Greene (Lertain IV, Southern Trade Road, ATAC Ensign Tallac Dragovar, 19:48) "See to the watch detail," The Captain ordered. "I want at least 4 people on guard at all times. We will go two hour shifts. I want everyone to have the opportunity to get at least six hour of sleep." Dragovar nodded, then moved to speak to his guards. “Pendragon, Ferguson and Van Der Brugar. Get some sleep, You’ll get woken up in 2 hour intervals for a watch. Gunnarson, get me 2 marines and we’ll take the first watch. Put one of them up that tree with a crossbow to act as top cover.”   The big Dane nodded and moved off to round up a couple of marines.   “There is a hunting party going out soon, I will make sure they are told to identify themselves when the return.” Dragovar continued his briefing. “It would be bad form to put an arrow in those bringing us dinner.” “Get your heads down, get some food in you and treat any blisters you may have.”   He walked over to where H’retor and Drizzt stood.   “Make sure you announce yourselves when you return to camp.” He said   (reply either)   “I wouldn’t want to shoot you by mistake.” He grinned (Reply H'retor, Drizzt, any) (posted by Tim) (Lertain IV, Wood close to the Southern Trade Road, COO Lieutenant H'retor - 19:51)   After a missed attempt at killing one of the local bird, their hunting had went a little better. Carefully examining the ground, H'retor was able to find the trail of a group of local animals. At the look of their footprints, it was probably a big enough animal. Following it, H'retor went a little deeper into the wood.  "Sir, Captain Straton warned us not to go too far. I would suggest we go back." said of the two others.  H'retor looked at him with an intimidating look.  "You are the one who will tell her that we brought nothing to diner?.. It is not staying within 30 feet of the camp that we are going to find animals." The officer was completely surprised by H'retor's comment, and did not knew what to answer.  H'retor bent over to look at the track. There were several clear footprints close to a few plants. Most of the leaves and branches had been chewed on. Then, the footprints started moving again. From their clear appearance, they were not more than thirty minutes hold. "They are close. Quiet, move quietly and keep your eyes open." whispered H'retor. H'retor took a sample of the tree they ate and followed the trail.  They walked for another eight minutes before seeing the animal twenty feet away. There was a small water stream from which the animals were drinking. At twenty feet, they were still too far to attack them, at least with spear. Bows were another story but H'retor was no specialist. Only one of them was. H'retor needed to get closer, but he knew from experiences that to hunt, especially with the kind of weapons they had, they really needed to be discrete. A slight false move or sound and they would be scared away.  H'retor looked at the two officers. To the one with the bow, he pointed to the animals, telling him to wait his signals. To the other, he told him to move with him very quietly. H'retor and him moved discretely in the opposite direction. Used to hunt, H'retor knew that the instinctive reflects of the animal would be to run to the clearest open area opposite to the prey. As there was a stream, it was very likely they would follow it. What they needed to do was to move to where they will run towards, and hide.  As they moved closer and went to hide behind a tree, a false move made by the other was heard. The animals stopped and rose they head, listening at the surrounding for any warning that a prey was coming by. As H'retor realized the wrong done, there was no time to waste before the wrong was done. At the same time he gave the signal, he started to charge towards the animals who had already started to run away. As they were accelerating fast, H'retor felt the gap between him and them being too important for him to catch them on time.  At the same time, the other officer started to throw arrows at them. Fortunately, one injured one of the animal who was slowed down. While the others was now running away, H'retor had nevertheless the time to reach the wounded animal just before he escaped and with his blade, he killed the animal. However, he looked at the other animals now far away, disappointed that a successful hunt was wasted because of the blunder of one officer. If he had not make them aware of their presence, they could have easily killed two if not three of them.  "I knew I made a mistake bringing a scientist with me. Because of you, we are going to have so little meat for our diner, I doubt I will ever know what it tasted like. You are better put your botanist knowledge into practice, otherwise, we are going to eat rations!" said H'retor a bit furious.  (Lertain IV, Camp along Southern Trade Road, COO Lieutenant H'retor - 2014)    Thirty five minutes after they were gone, H'retor hunting team were back with a medium size animal, a little bird H'retor killed while waiting for the scientist to collect plants samples, and several kinds of plants H'retor doubted they would have any nutrient. His hope was to bring a few animals to eat. Having only one was a deception, and looking at the plants the other brought back, it felt like a warrior presenting a few prisoners to his superior to lure him away of the fact he lost the battle. H'retor was no hypocrite. After putting down the dead animal close to where the group stood, H'retor went a little further away, sticking his blade into the ground, and using a dead tree to sit on.   (Reply any, iyw) (Posted by Nick) ======================================== End Compile