Total Posts = 24 ===================================================================== Compile Post Summary ===================================================================== Day 5 (Unexplored Planet near Canopius - Southern hemisphere - The Castaway - 1910) Day 8 (Unexplored Planet near Canopius - Southern hemisphere - Captain Saleke - 1008) (Unexplored Planet near Canopius - Southern hemisphere - Captain Saleke - 1150) (Bajoran Free Trade Ship Mesipal - Transporter room - Konsu Sulan - 1153) (Bajoran Free Trade Ship Mesipal - Bridge - Konsu Sulan - 1228) (Bajoran Free Trade Ship Mesipal - Medical - Konsu Sulan - 1235) (Bajoran Free Trade Ship Mesipal - Bridge - Konsu Sulan - 1445) (Bajoran Free Trade Ship Mesipal - Medical - Captain Saleke - 1448) (Bajoran Free Trade Ship Mesipal - Hallway - Captain Saleke - 1510) (Bajoran Free Trade Ship Mesipal - Konsu Sulan's office - Captain Saleke and Konsu Sulan - 1513) ===================================================================== Day 8 (USS Hades – Hydroponics Bay Jungle - ACSO Ensign Shayhiloosh, Shureshlee – 1230) (IWS Donatra - Transporter Room - CO Commander Rhian - 1430) (IWS Donatra - Corridor - CO Commander Rhian - 1432) (IWS Donatra - CO's Office - CO Commander Rhian - 1436) (USS Hades – Deck 3, Personal Quarters – CCOUNS Ensign Jon Nayati - 1907.5) (USS Hades – Deck 10, CSEC’s Temporary Office – FO Commander Jonas Lemar – 1908) (USS Hades - Deck 10, CSEC’s Temporary Office - CSEC Lt. Baylon Trinin - 1909) (USS Hades – Deck 10, CSEC’s Temporary Office – FO Commander Jonas Lemar – 1923) (USS Hades - Deck 10, CSEC’s Temporary Office - CSEC Lt. Baylon Trinin - 1925) (USS Hades – Deck 10, Ten Forward - CCOUNS Ensign Jon Nayati – 1928) (USS Hades - Deck 10, CMO's Office - CMO Angeni O. Windsong-Trommashere - 1930) (USS Hades – Deck 10, Corridor outside of Ten Forward – CCOUNS Ensign Jon Nayati - 1931) (USS Hades – Deck 1, Ready Room – FO Commander Jonas Lemar – 1934) (USS Hades - Deck 1, Ready Room - A/COPS Lt Tom Jackson - 1937) (USS Hades – Deck 1, Ready Room – FO Commander Jonas Lemar – 1938) (USS Hades - Deck 10, CMO's Office - CMO Angeni O. Windsong-Trommashere - 1941) (USS Hades – Deck 10, CMO's Office – CCOUNS Ensign Jon Nayati – 1941.5) (USS Hades - Deck 10, CMO's Office - CSEC Lt. Baylon Trinin - 1945) (USS Hades - Deck 10, CMO's Office - CCOUNS Ensign Jon Nayati - 1948) (USS Hades – Deck 6, Science Lab 6 – Lieutenant Ardena Carrow - 2110) (USS Hades - Deck 10, CMO's Office - CMO Angeni O. Windsong-Trommashere - 2126) (USS Hades – Deck 10, CMO's Office – FO Commander Jonas Lemar – 2129) (USS Hades - Deck 2, Personal Quarters - ACMO Dr. Wendy Kildare - 2130) Day 9 (USS Hades – Deck 1, Ready Room – FO Commander Jonas Lemar – 0800) ===================================================================== Begin Compile ===================================================================== Mission: Tribuo Senatus, Day 5 Stardate: 2408.01.03 ===================================================================== (Unexplored Planet near Canopius - Southern hemisphere - The Castaway - 1910) The light the twin suns shed shone feebly as the lithe man squatted at the entrance to the small cavern carved in the rocks, their brilliance was shadowed and shattered and they had become now little more than penumbras stamped on the thick atmosphere. The stillness of the air seemed magnified exponentially by the approaching darkness. The man had been here now for many months, ever since the ill-fated raid into Federation territory. While that mission had proven successful in taking down a part of the Federations perimeter defenses the extraction had not been so. Battling back through Doenitz held lines had taken its toll on the ship which had broken up after its last battle, the rest of the men sent on that expedition were dead... and he had been here alone now since that time. The planet would actually be classified as a planetoid according to its size and mass. The oxygen content was thin though breathable but the complete makeup of the rest of the gases was unknown as no complete data was available. The scanning equipment on the lifeboat had been damaged along with the rest of its electronic complement, this explained his protracted presence here. He had stoically accepted his fate after closely examing the mangled mess of circuitry after the crash but that didn't mean however he had given up being found; in fact he had spent all his available time, and there had been much of it, extracting a salvageable circuit here, a power matrix from a non-functional linear accelerator there until he had cobbled together a low-powered transmitter. The transmitter wouldn't reach into subspace but fortunately or unfortunately this area of space was close to main Federation trade routes, fortunately because if the 52nd Fleet had been victorious his comrades would find him but if they had been beaten back ... logic indicated a stay in an internment camp at best. At worst ... there was no need to get into all the possible variables or the odds against a successful rescue in such an instance, it would be in the order of 3,241 to 1, give or take 3%. While on normal mode his transmitter would send out a beeping pulse to gain the attention of any alert ships and if any were in range he could switch to audio. Picking up the unit he had just finished he examined it with a trained eye and with a slight nod tapped the button that should begin the signal, the LED indicator showed it powered up. With that done he stood to his feet and turned with the device back to the cavern he had carved out of the bones of the planet with his phaser. The power pack of that phaser was now attached to the inducer and the inducer mated to his combadge. A small meal of a primitive vegetation awaited him inside which had been scrounged from crevices where water from the atmosphere had condensed. The vegetation also gave up small amounts of water after it had been suitably broken down with a small charge. The source of that charge was now mated to his combadge, if there was no help forthcoming he would have no ready source of water, only what his system could ingest from the vegetation which might last one such as himself for a good while, there was no danger in it... as long as the vegetation held out. The odds were radically in his favor. An eyebrow quirked at the thought and he nodded. ~ It is only a matter of time now.~ (Posted by the Charles) ===================================================================== Mission: Tribuo Senatus, Day 8 Stardate: 2408.01.06 ===================================================================== (Unexplored Planet near Canopius - Southern hemisphere - Captain Saleke - 1008) The lack of precipitation on this world would certainly be classified as more than a nuisance, to be frank it was life threatening to any species that might hope to make its home here. Saleke had noted on his uncontrolled approach that there had appeared to be no signs of any surface water, no rivers, lakes or seas of any kind but then very little of its surface had been visible through the thick cloud cover, and as he had been fighting to bring the lifeboat under control at the time scans to locate such had been nonexistent. That was't the worse thing though, although he had managed to restore some measure of helm control at the last moment and therefore insured his continued existence it had been too late to save the lifeboat; the thunderous crash as it had glanced off of a protruding rock formation and the wild spin that had ended near the base of a cliff caused an electrical fire that gutted the lifeboat, groggy and bleeding he had stumbled from the craft ahead of the acrid smoke, only to force his way back inside after he had cleared his head somewhat in an effort to save some of the contents. Thus had his forced existence here begun. To make a long story short the heavy cloud cover was due more to carbon based emissions vented from the planets inner core (What we know as greenhouse gases) and inert gases than from water vapor suspended high in the atmosphere. During the first several weeks he had ranged far afield in search of accumulating water, making a spiraling circle to cover as much ground as possible while still staying close to the boat since he knew if anyone came upon this planet in a search for him they would look for him near the wreckage. It was during these forays he had come across the primitive vegetation he had been using for a food source; finding at last that his searches were fruitless he had concentrated on culling usable circuitry from the vessel. The planetoid was hot as well as dry but that was no problem for a Vulcan, his home planet itself had a hotter mean temperature but the thick atmosphere here held heat in well, in some ways it was like a forced convalescence at home excepting for lack of the dazzling light from Vulcans trinary suns. Saleke was gathering food this day with his omnipresent signaling device riding on his left hip in a makeshift pouch when it began to emit a sharp whistling tone, dropping the handful of lichen (At least that's what it most resembled) he opened the pouch and picking it up held it before his face, the LED burned steady and firm. Tapping the combadge then he spoke. "To any nearby vessels, this is Captain Saleke of the United Federation of Planets. I repeat this Captain Saleke of the United Federation of Planets. I am a member of Starfleet, do you read?" He had neglected to mention the 52nd fleet for a reason and it had nothing to do with being a coward, he would take the time to find out the affiliation of any rescuer before identifying himself completely, it was a 'logical' step. "To any nearby vessels, I am Captain Saleke of the United Federation of Planets Starfleet, I am marooned on the fifth planet of this system, will you reply?" The voice came through loud and clear. =^= This is Konsu Sulan of the Bajoran free trade vessel Mesipal, greetings Captain Saleke, my ship has entered the system and I have initiated a course correction.=^= There was a short pause. =^= Estimated time to the fifth planet is one hour, thirty eight minutes. Do you read?=^= Saleke felt the tensed muscles in his shoulders relax slowly, the Bajorans had felt the heavy hand of Doenitz and generally held no love nor allegience to him, also the fact it had been noted as a free trade vessel marked it as an enemy to Doenitz's Federation. Odds were high then that he was about to be picked up by an ally, the only question remaining was why if Doenitz held sway would such a vessel be in this area, no non-military Bajoran vessel would dare skirt Federation space so brazenly so far from their home under normal circumstances, ~Normal being defined as according to the status quo which held sway when I was marooned here. Logically then circumstances are quite different: Either Doenitz has been overthrown or the 52nd and Starfleet so weakened one another that Doenitz is no longer able to maintain the frontier and both are locked in a stalemate.~ All this thought process took less than a heartbeat. "I read you Mesipal, I assume you are locked onto my signal." =^= You are correct Captain, I will contact you again when we have entered orbit.=^= "Understood Konsu Sulan, you have my thanks. Saleke out." Tapping the combadge again he made directly for the cavern to gather his meager belongings. The next one and a half hours sped by as he made preperations for departure, if he was wrong in his calculations he was headed for a long stay in detention, if he was correct though it wouldn't be long before he was back in Starfleet where he had made his place. He had no illusions though, his former command would be long gone, the Hades if it still existed would have been handed over to another CO, there was no way to tell how long a period of debriefing and reintegration into the ranks he would undergo before he was given another command. At this point though it really didn't matter, he was headed home to space ... He may have been educated on Vulcan but space had always been his home, from the time with his siblings and parents on the VSRS Nahru it had been thus. He was a child of the stars and always would be. (Posted by Charles) ===================================================================== (Unexplored Planet near Canopius - Southern hemisphere - Captain Saleke - 1150) =^= Captain Saleke I am entering orbit, tracing your signal.=^= "Understood." Saleke gave the lifepod one last look before dismissing it, what was left of the boat he had not demolished was covered in the ever-present thick gray dust. Turning away from it he stood with his back ramrod straight and his hands cupped behind his back. The captains pips on his collar gleamed in the pitiful rays of the blue -white primary sun. =^= We are locked onto your signal, initiating transport.=^= The hum of the transporter beam had never been so reassuring, as it climbed in octave the view of the planetoid vanished around him to be replaced by an instant of disembodiment followed by the coming into view of a transporter room behind which a Bajoran officer was operating the controls, two men stood on this side of the control panel awaiting his arrival. (Posted by Charles) ===================================================================== (Bajoran Free Trade Ship Mesipal - Transporter room - Konsu Sulan - 1153) The transporter effect climbed then began to recede, the figure of a Vulcan in Starfleet uniform becoming visible and solidifying, as he waited anxiously in anticipation Konsu couldn't help but admire the irony, whenever someone whom he considered important was being transported over (And that wasn't very often being a trading ship) it seemed to take eons for the transport to be finished while tons of cargo on the other hand was a ho-hum affair, over in an instant. As the sound receded then fell silent he stepped forward with a welcoming smile on his face, the d'jah pagh adorning his ear tinkling softly. He noted that the color of the uniform that the Vulcan Captain wore was nearly obscured by a grayish dust, the pips upon his collar however gleamed brightly as did the combadge that was affixed to the uniform on the left side of his chest. Saleke's bearing was almost regal, balanced upon the balls of his feet with seemingly all the stored energy of a crouching Bengal tiger, his head held high, his hands behind his back seeming to exude patience and openness while his eyes drank in the scene, examing in depth and weighing with uncanny intelligence. Vulcans had always been a little unnerving to Konsu Sulan but this one more so. His smile widened. ~Starfleet at its best.~ "Captain Saleke welcome aboard my vessel." He stepped forward with his hand outstretched in greeting, about to introduce his first mate who had been standing next to him when time seemed to slow and elongate, he saw the Vulcan inhale a deep breath in preparation to speak, perhaps only the second breath he had taken since beaming aboard then time seemed to rush forward at a terrifying speed: As Saleke stepped forward off the pad Konsu noted the Vulcans eyes widen in surprise and then roll up in his head even as he crumpled to the deck at Konsu Sulan's feet. Perhaps it was the surprise at the event that paralyzed him for an instant or just the speed of his second in command, whatever the case Jonu Nerise was kneeling over the Vulcan in an instant, rolling the man over onto his back he put his ear near the Vulcan's mouth as his eyes watched the rise and fall of his chest. Tapping Saleke's shoulder however and calling loudly into his ear he spoke to him. "Captain Saleke can you wake up? Captain Saleke do you hear me?" Konsu Sulan had sprung into action as well, hitting a button in front of the startled transporter tech. "Get the medic to the transporter room stat!" Turning his eyes back to Jonu Nerise he waited tensely. The first mate shook his head as he looked up at his superior. "He's unresponsive and his respiration is steady but shallow. He doesn't appear to be in any danger." Konsu nodded slightly in relief. "Good, the medic will be here shortly. Go with him when he comes and report back to me, I'm going to notify Starfleet command we've picked up one of their men." His face relaxed a bit though he didn't smile. "Hopefully he'll wake up in time to talk with me a bit later. Watch him closely." Jonu nodded tersely as his commander turned and walked from the transporter room, turning the Vulcan over again, this time into the recovery position he sat back on his heels as he monitored the mans breathing. ~Was it relief? Was it the air of a starship? What was it that made him faint like that?~ He wondered as he waited, time alone would tell. (Posted by Charles) ===================================================================== (Bajoran Free Trade Ship Mesipal - Bridge - Konsu Sulan - 1228) The Mesipal had left orbit immediately after retrieving the Vulcan castaway, routine scans had been ongoing during the time the ship had been in this solar system but they were not held in as high esteem as a ship under Saleke's command. Scans of unknown or rarely visited planets were not a high priority with businessmen unless it directly related to their business because such took time ... and despite rumors to the contrary circulated by the Ferengi, they had not been the originators of the old saying 'Time is money', nor had humanity most likely since there had been many civilizations before them. Odds were that the mouthing of words like those in whatever language probably preceded the earliest known galactic civilizations by at least half a billion years. The ship was now on her way to the solar gradient to begin withdrawal from the system, it was during this time period Konsu Sulan sat at a duty station deep in conversation with a Starfleet representative. =^= Thank you for you cooperation Sulan, my superiors will see to it that your efforts in retrieving one of ours are duly noted. =^= The womans face was attractive he thought for the third time during their byplay, her manner though was too businesslike, too regimented and dispassionate, the closest she had gotten to breaking her impersonal mein was when he had mentioned the identity of the man he had rescued beginning with the title ... 'Captain', that had been enough to shock her into leaning forward in eager anticipation which had abated when he had mentioned the mans name. For all he knew she may never have heard of Saleke or perhaps she had been hoping to hear another name. Such had been the manner of many since the ending of the Federations civil war, there had been many lost who had left loved ones and lovers behind to wonder if they still existed alive, perhaps in some remote part of the galaxy, their ship or life craft moldering as they waited rescue. Many of those might never be found... far too many though who had fought on both sides were beyond hope of recapture. "That is unnecessary I assure you Commander, I did not do this for payment or recognition. My actions are based strictly on my dedication to the prophets and his emissary as well as my respect for Starfleet. Besides..." He shook his head slowly. "... I would never knowingly leave someone stranded on a barren planet, the conditions there according to our scans are overtly hostile to life. I am only happy we were able to find him alive." =^= Nevertheless you have our gratitude Sulan... if you ever have need of anything that the fleet can supply please notify Command, we are at your service. Lieutenant Kaitlin Berlin of Starfleet Command out.=^= Her face softened for an instant before her image vanished, more from relief to end the conversation he assumed than anything else. A twinkle lit his brown eyes as he turned away from the monitor to look across the short expanse of the vessels bridge. "Friendship with Starfleet is something not to be taken lightly or abused Akin." The tech he had spoken to nodded agreement as he turned to face his superior, a half-grin on his face. "It is nice to know though that you have friends to call upon if necessary." A beeping tone from the console behind him recalled his attention to the monitor, at the press of a button Jonu's face appeared. "Report Jonu, how is our guest doing?" =^= The medic is still running tests Sulan but wished you to know she has found nothing of yet life threatening.=^= "Good." Konsu leaned back with an audible sigh as he released some pent up tension. I'll be there shortly to speak with her." Half turning the chair in which he was seated he rose to his feet and turned his steps to the turbolift door. (Posted by Charles Gatling) ===================================================================== (Bajoran Free Trade Ship Mesipal - Medical - Konsu Sulan - 1235) Konsu's light cape swirled around his feet as he stepped through the door to the medical ward, Jonu rose in relief as he saw his commander enter. "With your permission Sulan I will man the bridge in your absence." Konsu's nod was enough, Jonu Nerise was out the door in an instant, hurrying to do something that did not involve sitting impatiently over a man when he could be productive. "Sulan." The medic had turned a corner and come into the antechamber behind Jonu. "Jonu Nerise told me you would be expecting an exhaustive report." He nodded as he motioned for her to follow him into the Vulcan's room, as he stepped inside he turned aside for her to take the closest position to the medical bed. Lowering his voice from its normal resonating note he said. "You may begin." Saleke appeared to be sleeping quietly, his chest rising and falling rhythmically. She glanced over at her patient quickly before running a couple of fingers through her dark hair, the heavy chains of her own d'jah pagh swinging lightly as she did so. "I've run exhaustive tests on him and compared them with the baslines in our databank for a normal Vulcan male and I can say with certainty he has been stranded on that planet for quite some time. He is suffering from dehydration, malnutrition and anemia for starters." Konsu gave her a curt nod of understanding and waited for her to continue. "Vulcans as I understand it can go for quite some time with minimal water intake but not indefinitely and whatever source of native vegetation he was using as food was far lacking in essential nutrients, the trace elements his body counts on for rebuilding and strengthening itself are almost exhausted, also Vulcans need a ready source of copper oxides for their blood which he was also not getting." She lifted her eyes from the PADD to look directly into his. "Using that as a guide I'm able to date pretty closely just when he crashed there." She was drawing the moment out for some reason which he didn't have time for. "Continue." She nodded her head in Saleke's direction. "He's been stuck on that ball of dirt for almost seven months." His eyebrows shot up then in surprise. "This wasn't a recent crash-landing at all, he's been here since the end of the war... or right before it!" He shot a startled look at the patient. "Poor soul! He must have been through hell there." That brought up another question but he would consider it later. "Is there anything else" She nodded, gesturing toward his right arm which was on the far side of the bed from them, a slim tube protruded from the wall above the mans head and below the monitor and was introducing fluid into his arm. "I've got him on a special drip to rehydrate him along with a large vitamin dosage full of minerals, I don't see him suffering any protracted ill effects from this bout of anemia ... if he had been there much longer though I wouldn't have held out much hope for his survival. And there is one other thing that could have had a compounding effect that brought about his collapse." "Go on." "The oxygen content of that atmosphere is only approximately 16%, enough that he could survive there indefinitely if not for the sulphur dioxide, carbon monoxide and carbon dioxide. It's the dangerous mixture of the more toxic inert gases though that troubled me more when I started investigating his condition so I've also been running a series of detoxification serums through his IV." She looked down at her PADD to make sure she had missed nothing. "That's where we stand at the moment." Konsu shook his head in bewilderment, he had noticed that Saleke had appeared a bit gaunt when he had beamed aboard but this... "By the prophets," He whispered. "It's amazing he survivied this long. How long do you think he'll be unconcious" "I sedated so that he wouldn't come around yet, he needs rest as well as time to integrate the fluids into his system I've been force-feeding him, I would think he'll be awake in a couple of hours but a little weak." "Good." Konsu took in a deep breath. "Even with all that wrong it was a shock when he keeled over like that." "Shock to his system most likely." She answered. "He's been surviving on little more than will alone for weeks now but it was the atmosphere on the ship that did it." She nodded his head at his look of surprise. "He's been breathing in a low to mid-level noxious mixture for some time now, the absence of all that crud in the life support of the ship added to the higher oxygen content must have been quite a shock to his system." Konsu nodded as he remembered vividly the deep breath the Vulcan had taken as he readied himself to speak. "Thank you Doctor, when he wakens let me know, he has my invitation to join me on the bridge but I'll want him to have an escort. I certainly want to speak with him before Starfleet picks him up, we'll be rendezvousing with them in less than eight hours." She smiled as she nodded. "Yes Sulan." As he turned to leave he had to squelch a touch of anger, telling himself it was unnecessary and more than a little beneath him but it would take time to work itself out; he had no idea as of yet just what side this man had fought on but he hoped it had not been for Doenitz ... for the sake of both of them. There was yet a blood price to be paid for the butchery of that madman, a blood price that demanded payment from all who had fed his evil. (Posted by Charles Gatling) ===================================================================== (Bajoran Free Trade Ship Mesipal - Bridge - Konsu Sulan - 1445) Konsu looked behind him as the lift door opened and noted Jonu making his reentry onto the bridge. "The repairs to the aft starboard quarter restraints are completed I take it." His statement framed in the form of a question brought a nod from his second in command. "Completed Sulan, the anotropic condensors are firmly in place once more, the gravitational shifts of entry into and out of that solar system strained the bilateral conductors causing the load shift; we replaced one which had overloaded and recalibrated the other three, they will hold until we unload our cargo." Konsu pursed his lips as he nodded. "Our return load will be light, mostly trade goods so the recalibrated conductors will do nicely until we get home, at that time I want them replaced." The parts could be gotten more cheaply on Bajor anyway. Their destination was a recently contacted world whose system skirted Romulan territory and was relatively near the Subspace River which the 52nd fleet had used extensively both before and during the civil war. The Argolians had need of equipment which would alleviate the chronic pollution problem which they had been dealing with for several hundred cycles, the technical aspects of the condensors were relatively simple if you had the proper materials to construct them with ... materials which the Argolians had not yet discovered. The condensors therefore were inexpensive to buy and ship which fattened his profit margin. Jonu nodded. "As you order Sulan, a question if you will." He ventured. "Of course." "Your coversation with Starfleet Sulan, what did they say?" Konsu started, he had meant to tell the man when he got back to the bridge but the failing conductor had been noted before he arrived. "Of course, one of their ships will be rendezvousing with us, estimated time of 2010 today which is approximately ..." He glanced at a chronometer. " ... five and one half hours, they are sending a Galaxy class named the Potomac. They appeared appreciative as well, a point it would be well to remember in the future." Jonu nodded slightly in understanding. "Understood Sulan, I'm going to double-check my findings with the lead engineer now if I may." "Of course," Konsu waved a hand in dismissal, his mind skipping ahead to what he might be able to convince the Argolians to buy next, business had gotten much better since hostilities had ended, he didn't want to think about that subject just yet though, much better to think about business with a clear head and no chip on his shoulder. It was hard though not to think though of how many of his people had died or disappeared courtesy of the mad Federation dictator, that self-styled emperor who had died in the same way he had lived, with a complete absence of moral integrity or willingness to take responsibility for the consequences of his actions. ~ Just who's side was this Vulcan on I wonder? I'll most certainly find out even if I have to keep him on this ship to do it, no matter how little the captain of the Potomac or even Starfleet might like it!~ (Posted by Charles) ===================================================================== (Baroran Free Trade Ship Mesipal - Medical - Captain Saleke - 1448) The Vulcan stirred fitfully twice before coming awake, when he regained conciousness he kept his eyes closed for a moment as he replayed his last moment of wakefulness. He had been about to thank the captain of this ship... what was his name again? He concentrated harder, finding his thoughts hard to construct efficiently which was unusual and more than a bit disquieting, the more he lay there with his eyes closed though the more was coming back to him. ~A Bajoran was he not?~ Yes, he remembered the man and the chains he had worn upon his ear as he had stepped forward to greet him, as a matter of fact all three men in the transporter room had been Bajoran which was logical, he remembered now that it was a Bajoran Free Trade Ship but the name of it escaped him. ~I was standing on the transporter pad and he moved forward in greeting, I was about to thank him as I stepped off the transporter pad.~ And then the strangest sensation had hit him, it rushed through his mind like an electrical short, the synapses of his brain shutting down like overloaded circuits and he remembered no more until now. He lay unclothed beneath a blanket in a chill room, his right arm upon the blanket and his left beneath, his right arm also seemed to be secured somehow. Opening his eyes slowly and turning his head to the right he saw that it was indeed secured by a light strap and an IV was taped to his wrist. ~ Sulan was his name ... no he is Bajoran and that was the second name he gave therefore Sulan is his title, his name is Korus. No not Korus but something like it.~ Suddenly the memory of his initial communication with the ship resurfaced. ~Konsu Sulan ~ Closing his eyes again he let out his breath. ~And the name of the ship is the Mesipal.~ His brain was like a mechanism that was sluggish and difficult to properly calibrate but his memory was coming back if only slowly. With his memory returning he turned slightly to his left, meaning to use his left arm as a lever to manuever himself into a sitting position, the manuever worked after a moment but left him dizzy and gasping for breath, he sagged back against the wall beneath the monitor for support. As he closed his eyes and fought the nausea he heard someone enter the room from the doorway. "I see you are awake now, be very still for a moment, I'm going to give you something for the pain." "No pain." He grated, reopening his eyes slowly, the female doctor turned back toward him, focusing on her patient. "Nausea only, there is no pain, pain is a thing of the mind and can be controlled." She gave him a disapproving look. "Seeing as you're a Vulcan I can take that last statement two ways, either you have pain and are refusing to admit it, preferring to suppress it instead of receiving medication or you have nausea and no pain in which case you are lecturing me for daring to suggest you are suffering. At any rate I'll give you something for the nausea, if you have pain and can't control it for some reason you can beg me to give you a painkiller." That last statement brought a raised eyebrow from the patient, she hid a smile as she turned to the kit she had brought with her and brought out a hypo. Turning back she suppressed the smile as she pressed it against his neck, there was a hiss as the drugs were released. "Now wait for ten seconds then tell me how you feel." She then crossed her arms and cocked her head as she watched him closely. Two seconds had passed and the whirling of his stomach was already beginning to subside. He closed his eyes in relief, releasing a long breath as he did so, at precisely ten seconds he spoke. "I am feeling much better doctor, thank you." "You're welcome," She said, putting the hypo away. "Now which one was it.?" He looked at her questioningly. "Were you trying to suppress it or lecturing me?" She placed her hands on her hips and gave him a haughty look. The reply was direct. "According to your definition it was a lecture, I however was making a simple statement of fact." She smiled then. "You are much better now, it's easy to tell you're feeling more like your old Vulcan self unless you're one of the followers of the new way." After the statement she moved beside him and removed the IV from his arm. "No I am not." He pushed himself away from the wall as his strength was beginning to return. "What happened to me?" She rolled her eyes. "That is a long story so I'll give you the abbreviated version. Anemia, malnutrition and dehydration topped off with a good helping of toxemia brought on by a prolonged exposure to harmful gases, is that direct enough or do you want to read over my PADD?" He shook his head slowly then cocked it slightly as he looked at her, the gesture indicating his returning normalcy. "Where are my clothes?" She did smile then. "I recycled them after I cleaned you up." She held up her hand as he opened his mouth to protest. "Don't worry, I have your pips in my desk along with your combadge, your uniform was worn through in places and so thin in others it couldn't be repaired, I took the liberty of replicating you another, when you're ready I'll bring them in. Do you want them now?" At his nod she said, "All right then , I'll be right back." After returning and handing him his newly minted uniform she remembered something. "Konsu Sulan has invited you to the bridge when you feel up to it, let me know when you would like to take a walk and I'll arrange for an escort." "Call them now." He said and swung his legs off the side of the bed as she hurridly averted her gaze. "By the time the escort arrives I'll be ready." His strength was returning quickly now, he was putting on his pants as she was leaving. "And I'll be needing my pips and combadge as well." (Posted by Charles) ===================================================================== (Bajoran Free Trade Ship Mesipal - Hallway - Captain Saleke - 1510) Saleke was bracketed by two armed Bajoran males, one in front leading the way and the other behind him following; it was a simple system and effective since they were staying five feet from him, should there be an altercation with one no matter which way he was turned to fight the other would be behind him with an unobstructed line of fire. The precautions meant the commander of the ship did not trust him and he was curious to find out why, the doctor had been close-mouthed since she had given him his clothing so there had up to this point been no ready source of information. Saleke was going blind into this meeting and a quick review of procedures gave him an answer why; even though this vessel was nominally civilian there was within any fleet some common systems set up that dictated certain actions and it was known to him that Vulcan had surrendered peacefully rather than resist Doenitz's proclamations, it was also logical to assume due to the medical tests they were aware of the time frame of his crash landing. Ergo the captain was uncertain of his allegience and intended to interrogate him. Starfleet regulations forbid such an occurance as Starfleet held complete jurisdiction over its personnel beyond any civilian authorities but he was not on a fleet vessel at this time and the commander of the Mesipal was well within his rights; should they encounter a fleet vessel however Konsu was bound by law to hand him over to the captain of that ship. Until that point though Saleke intended to cooperate as much as possible since his conscience was clear, the only hitch would be if Konsu asked for classified information, he was duty bound at that point to refuse to answer. The lead male halted before a door and turned halfway toward Saleke with his arm outstretched in a signal to stop, Saleke did so but not without a look of displeasure at his escort's hand which was now well within his reach. "Had I been hostile I could easily have launched you back into your partner before he realized I had moved, the both of you then would be incapacitated or dead within the next twenty seconds and I would have free rein to attack your commander if I wished. Your lack of discipline could have resulted not only in your own deaths but in the death of Konsu Sulan as well." The first Bajoran was not pleased at the Vulcan's observation and his face turned scarlet in fury, he dropped the hand toward the phaser on his belt as he spoke. "Be careful of your words Vulcan! You may think of yourself as important but at this moment you are nothing more than an unwanted, possibly hostile miltary presence on board. If you give me any reason to fire you will regret it." With that he plucked the phaser from his belt and pointed it at Saleke's midsection. "No more threats now, move slowly through the door; I'll be right behind you." Saleke's goading of the man had paid off handsomely and his suspicions had been confirmed, now that he knew were he stood he was forearmed against anything Konsu Sulan might try or say. As the Bajoran moved aside he motioned with the phaser for Saleke to continue which he did, stepping through the opening door and into Konso Sulan's office. (Posted by Charles) ===================================================================== (Bajoran Free Trade Ship Mesipal - Konsu Sulan's office - Captain Saleke and Konsu Sulan - 1513) Konsu looked up as the door to his office opened and the Starfleet Captain walked through, Saleke looked measurably better this time with a clean uniform which the replicator had made as a copy of the one he had been wearing, a necessary step since a civilian ship did not have access to starfleet regulation specifications for its uniforms. Bathed and with a clean uniform though he appeared noticably thinner and paler though, not good signs. The guard stepped through behind Saleke with his weapon drawn and trained on Saleke's back which elicited a growl from Konsu. "Why is your weapon drawn Bolan?" "The Vulcan threatened us and you." The guard said defensively, wavering between pointing his weapon at Saleke and clamping it back to his belt. Konsu looked at Saleke in surprise. "I made no threats," Saleke said calmly. "I merely pointed out his deficiencies as an armed escort and lack of discipline which as a starfleet officer I found to be abhorrent. He had placed himself in an indefensible position and had I been hostile I could easily have overpowered the both of them. Were these two men acting security on my ship I would have immediately placed them on report for negligence and incompetence." As if to drive home the point he turned his head to stare down the guard who managed to defy the gaze for only a moment before flinching away before the flat, dispassionate glare. As his eyes slipped toward his feet he grimaced at the raw power of a Starfleet officers forceful personality. Konsu shook his head in disbelief as with terrifying ease the Vulcan cowed the guard. "Put away your weapon Bolan and stand outside the door." The man nodded sullenly and backed out, keeping his eyes on Saleke as he did so, when the door had whooshed shut Konsu stood to his feet. "I'm smarter then to think this was just a random display Captain, what was your purpose in showing up my guard?" As he spoke he leaned forward on the desk, his palms against the edge. Saleke nodded as he rocked slightly forward on the balls of his feet, his arms going behind his back as he cupped his right hand in his left, taking up his customary stance. "You are correct, my purpose was to prove to you that I am not hostile. I was not exaggerating my abilities when I stated the outcome should I have chosen to take advantage of the guard. You can trust my word when I say that I mean you no harm." A slight smile curled the edges of Konsu's lips as he watched Saleke closely and digested his point. "You are a strange one captain, as a Vulcan you are sworn to the path of peace but you have the bearing of a warrior." He watched him gave a slight nod of agreement. "It is said that a Vulcan's word is binding, that a Vulcan can not lie." "That is the truth." Saleke replied. "Then on which side did you fight Captain Saleke?" The forefinger of Konsu's right hand covered a button on the underside of his desk, it nudged closer as he waited for the answer. "I served in the 52nd fleet and was given my captaincy under the command of Admiral LoDona." Saleke stated. "If you were in the 52nd fleet what ship did you command?" Konsu asked, concisely enunciating every syllable. "Be warned, I have connections within starfleet and can verify or refute your claim." The offer of Commander Berlin would be put to the test more quickly than he had planned. "I was originally given command of the USS Hades, NX 60637 but was transferred from that ship on a classified assignment during the offensive." Saleke stated. " The Norway class named the USS Poseidon I commanded during the offensive was destroyed after successfully completing its assignment and all on it save myself were killed. While no one has seen fit to appraise me of the current situation I calculate a 99.8 % certainty based on current information and the actions of yourself and crew that the offensive was successful." After speaking he cocked his head slightly as he looked Konsu directly in the eyes and awaited confirmation. Konsu watched Saleke minutely for several long seconds as he weighed his words and considered his reactions. The Vulcan was still standing in that at ease position, seemingly as unperturbed and unflappable as if he had been born that way and could never change. Finally he came to a decision and relaxing he lowered himself into his chair. "Please sit Captain," He pointed to the chair that was before his desk that the Vulcan had not moved toward nor seemed to notice. "Be assured I will check out your story but for now I do believe you mean me no harm." Saleke nodded and moved toward the chair then seated himself, as he leaned back he realized just how tired he had become, his muscles felt as though they were dissolving slowly. "You look terrible Saleke." He looked across the desk and noted concern in Konsu's eyes. The Bajoran reached beneath the corner of the desk and within seconds the door to the corridor opened. "Have you eaten or drank anything since you awoke Captain?" Konsu asked. At the shake of the Vulcans head Konsu snapped at the guard. "Find out what this man wants and fetch it for him Bolan and be quick about it!" (Posted by Charles) ===================================================================== ===================================================================== (USS Hades – Hydroponics Bay Jungle - ACSO Ensign Shayhiloosh, Shureshlee – 1230) Walking deep amid the jungle, Shayhiloosh was still categorizing a few plants they had not yet counted. Adding more using hir Tricorder and PADD, Shayhiloosh kept the list with its plant descriptions growing, much like an obnoxious weed. Shambling to the console in the office, Shayhiloosh downloaded the latest group of plant names and their descriptions from the tricorder. The Tricorder pictures helped to further identify the plants visually. Just then Shureshlee returned from class. Secretly Shayhiloosh had to dampen hir enthusiastic parental pride every time the Child appeared. Shureshlee was progressing well with socializing with the students. Rosalind and one or two other children came to spend time with them every now and then. But Shayhiloosh was firm about them doing their assignments. Though they needed play time too, Shayhiloosh did not wish to see them neglecting their studies. Today Shureshlee shambled in alone. S/he came straight to Shayhiloosh, hir smaller branches erect and bristling with excitement. "Elder Parent, we spoke of life philosophies today as one of our lessons. Dr. Mothershead was insistent that we be respectful and tolerant. She spoke of how different species hold different beliefs. What do Arborians believe about a sentient being with power to create the universe?" Shayhiloosh swiveled all three of hir eyestalks in Shureshlee's direction, hir limpid blue eyestalks nodding. "Have you told them of the Dreamplane and how we gather there during our rest time?" "Yes and I told them how important it was for anyone there to master their emotions or they can manifest in some terrible ways and hurt the Dreamer," answered the smaller Arborian. "Not having yet been to Arboria with me stationed here on the Hades, you have not had the chance to commune with the eldest of our race. There are Arborian Elders on Arboria Prime so old and ancient they no longer speak to us in this physical manner as we do now. They spend much of their time on the Dreamplane. While communing with the younger generations of our race, they have conveyed stories that they had been visited by other world beings who have manifested themselves as incorporeal entities, though on the Dreamplane they can take any shape. These entities identify themselves as Messengers of a greater being who watches over us. We merely refer to this being as the One." Shayhiloosh continued, "While on Arboria Prime I have communed with one of the elders who conveyed the story to me. When I have spoken of this with humanoids, their first reaction was to ask me for the proof shown by the Elder, or to doubt that the Elder was sane due to age and possible disease." Shayhiloosh rustled hir branches in some resignation. "They do not understand that being on the Dreamplane for long periods of time can bring forth even the mildest form of emotion and cause it to manifest. One cannot survive the Dreamplane without wisdom and control over negative emotions or being swallowed up by the powerful surges of joy that can come into being. The body begins to atrophy if such things happen. Control here while on the physical plane must be achieved and time in the Dreamplane must be carefully monitored, especially for those who are young such as yourself. Experience is the key to mastery." "Have you ever been visited by one of these Messengers, Elder Parent?" "I may have while I was so ill on the Boudicca after the attack on the ship, but I am unsure of what it was the beings were. They did not speak with me, but they gave me strength to heal and I was so far from home without any elders or younglings to comfort me. They were very comforting in their silent way." Shurshelee's eyebulbs opened very wide and s/he became very solemn. "Do you think a Messenger will ever come to visit me?" "There are many Arborians who have never been visited by the Messengers, but they do believe in their existence," explained Shayhiloosh. "I do not know what the future will bring, but over enthusiasm can cause more harm than good while on the Dreamplane. Do not be overly concerned about the Messengers of the One. They may or may not ever show themselves to you. It is difficult to predict." "Yes Elder Parent," answered Shureshlee. "I will tell the class tomorrow of what Arborians believe. There are so many species within the Federations who have very opposed philosophies. I cannot understand how if all are true then which could be false for surely they could not all be true or all be false." Shayhiloosh paused and searched for words that explained it fully. "Yes I know. I choose to look at it this way. Could a powerful advanced being, able to create the universe, be easily understood and comprehended by simpler beings such as ourselves? Possibly not. So it is plausible that the One has chosen some other way to manifest itself within a context that each species is able to comprehend and relate to in some way. The context may be different so that each will find a way to grasp the concepts the One is wishing to convey within their minds and apply it in their lives." "I see, Elder Parent. I will do what I can to explain that too. My assignement was to find out more about what Arborian philosophy and give a report for tomorrow." Shureshlee moved over to pick up another PADD and began putting in a report on Arborian beliefs. "Ask me any more questions you would like, and I will do whatever I can to explain," said Shayhiloosh. "I will Elder Parent," said Shureshlee. (Posted by Sheila Mayer) ===================================================================== (IWS Donatra - Transporter Room - CO Commander Rhian - 1430) As they all materialized on their own ship there was a noticeable release of tension. Rhinan looked at his team and smiled. "That was most... interesting," he admitted. "We will debrief later. I want us to prepare for our visitors tomorrow. For now, you may all be relieved of duty and relax. You've earned it." Then he turned to he second in command and smiled at the sight of Ariennye. She was relieved to see him again. But then again, why would the result have been any different. This ship and its crew have most assuredly put themselves in a poor position of power. There was surely more to this Federation than propaganda had told them. However, he was relieved to see Ariennye's face. See hid her smile and simply nodded. He turned to his chief of security. "Lhaes, please walk with me. Arrienye, I need your opinion as well." Together they left the others in the transporter room. (posted by Al Muir) ===================================================================== (IWS Donatra - Corridor - CO Commander Rhian - 1432) "Lhaes, I want to give our guests tomorrow the same level of tour as we received, if not more. Find out what we know that they know of this ship. Also, we must realize that cloak technology will be a topic of conversation in the negotiations. We will, most likely, share our cloak technology, as I'm certain, that the Federation will be asked to share their cloak detection technology. However, they will not know the extent to which we've developed out cloak, to be nigh undectable. They do not need to know that. However, I do believe we can share power outputs, letting them know that we can fire weapons while remaining cloaked." Rhian could see his head of security look as though he were about to object. "No, I want to show these people that we have no fear of them, to the point that we are willing to share such information. We give them a little more than they gave us to show our contempt for their efforts to maintain such secrecy. Finally Lhaes bowed his head. "As you command." "Thank you my friend," Rhian nodded. "Now go get some rest." When Lhaes left Rhian did not worry that he'd contact command. His crew had honor and loyalty. He also knew that Lhaes agreed with him. It was the best course of action. Rhian and Ariennye made their way to the CO's office. (posted by Al Muir) ===================================================================== (IWS Donatra - CO's Office - CO Commander Rhian - 1436) When the door closed behind them Arriennye tapped the lock mechanism. She then threw her arms around Rhian and held him close. She gave him a long kiss and then stepped back. "I would never be one to call you foolish, my love, but is this wise to bring the Federation people to your ship?" Arrienye asked. "It was a matter of honor," Rhian replied. "How could I not do so, after we so readily accepted their invitation. To not do so would show...cowardace." Arrienye nodded. "Now, I have something to show you." He stepped over to his desk and pulled a small data chip from his pocket. It was a remote storage chip that he had downloaded information from the scan that he had taken with the federation tricorder. He placed the chip in a slot of his computer and pulled up the data stream. Standing back he showed the data to his second in command and waited for the truth of the data to strike. It didn't take long. "Is that...?" she asked. "From the sight of the explosion," Rhian acknowledged. "It's clear that there is more here than meets the eye." Arrienye looked worried, "It does. What do you plan to do about it?" "I believe that I will have to reveal this to Lemar," Rhian explained. "He should know. But I will tell him tomorrow." Reaching out he pulled Arrienye into his lap, "Right now I intend to follow my own advice and relax a little. There will be time to figure this out later." (posted by Al Muir) ===================================================================== (USS Hades – Deck 3, Personal Quarters – CCOUNS Ensign Jon Nayati - 1907.5) Having completed his thoughts on the first days negotiations with the Romulans, Jon put aside his PADD and requested a face-to-face meeting with Lt Baylon Trinin va his commbadge. Jon was exceedingly pleased when Lt. Trinin responded immediately. =^= I agree counselor; I'm currently in am important meeting. Let me contact as soon as that's ove and we can discuss the events of the day then.=^= Quickly Jon commbadged back his reply. "Sounds excellent to me Lt. I'm rather famished now, so I'm heading for food and ten Forward. Let me know when and where you want me to be and I'll happily accommodate you." =^=Very well, counselor, I'll try not to be too long. Trinin out, =^= "Nayati, out." Jon said as he headed off to Ten Forward. (Posted by Jim McCrary) ===================================================================== (USS Hades – Deck 10, CSEC’s Temporary Office – FO Commander Jonas Lemar – 1908) As Jonas asked the security chief if he had yet spoken with the doctor, it became apparent that Trinin had preferred to speak with him first before mentioning it. “...I'm no doctor,” he had said, “I've just never heard of any drug or treatment that can lessen its effects or prevent it from doing what it does.” Jonas knew about a couple of possible treatments, maybe even some anti-radiation treatments that could be effective, but it was all circumstantial. They really needed to examine the data more closely, and given that he had been out of the field for a number of months Angeni was really the best person for the task. “Of course if we could shut down the source that would be the best route,” added Baylon Trinin, but he seemed to hesitate – as if there were something else he wanted to say. Jonas didn’t have to wait long as the security chief soon resolved his inner conflict and said, “I have had another thought on this, Commander.” “Go on...” Jonas said instinctively. “We know that the Tal'Shair are opposed to these talks. I see two very good opportunities for them to ruin everything. Either they drag out the negotiations until the current setting does its work or they slowly increase the output until someone, possibly Frazier or Nayati either fall into a coma or die from it.” At first, Jonas thought the security might have been joking. The idea seemed a little too indirect to Jonas. “Either of these events will effectively sabotage the talks, and I don't think that it is above the actions of the Tal'Shair if they feel strongly enough to undertake this course of action.” Trinin continued with his thoughts. It was clear to Jonas that the security officer had already thought quite a lot about this. “Personally I didn't want to bring this to anyone's attention for fear of jeopardizing the talks on our end. There is always a sneaky possibility that the Tal'Shair wants us to discover it and make it an issue and break off talks for the safety-sake of the delegates.” “Well, I’d prefer not to do anything rash. We need to explore all the options before calling anything off.” Jonas knew that these talks were a big deal, so much so that even if they were to inform the ambassador about this, she would probably continue with the talks anyway. It was likely that the only thing to call off these talks would be the death of someone – the greater good and all that. Suddenly Baylon's commbadge chirped. It was Counsellor Nayati, but Lieutenant Trinin was not on the comm. very long, promising to have a discussion with him when he and Lemar were done here. In the end, Trinin closed the channel and looked back to Jonas and said, “I suppose my next question is, how would you like to proceed in light of this data? And how much do you want me to disclose to Nayati.” It was a valid question, but Jonas hadn’t really expected to withhold any information from his crew. “I think you should tell Counsellor Nayati anything you think he needs to know. I can’t imagine that we have much sway over the Ambassador and her Envoys, but at the very least our own people can keep their eyes peeling for anything.” Jonas sounded resolved to the fact. It made perfect sense really. (posted by Dave) ===================================================================== (USS Hades - Deck 10, CSEC’s Temporary Office - CSEC Lt. Baylon Trinin - 1909) “Well, I’d prefer not to do anything rash. We need to explore all the options before calling anything off.” Lemar added. "I agree Commander." There was a chirp and Baylon spoke a few moments with Nayati who seemed to be interested in discussing the same or similar subject that Baylon was speaking about with the Commander. Promises were made to speak about it momentarily and once the line closed Baylon turned to the commander again. “I suppose my next question is, how would you like to proceed in light of this data? And how much do you want me to disclose to Nayati.” “I think you should tell Counselor Nayati anything you think he needs to know. I can’t imagine that we have much sway over the Ambassador and her Envoys, but at the very least our own people can keep their eyes peeled for anything.” Lemar answered almost ambiguously. Baylon had much different opinion on what he thought the counselor might need to know as compared to other members of the crew. He nodded, rather than voice that fact. "I completely understand commander. I'm just worried that we're walking into a Romulan mind game and no one has told us the rules." (posted by Daniel Greene) ===================================================================== (USS Hades – Deck 10, CSEC’s Temporary Office – FO Commander Jonas Lemar – 1923) Jonas and Baylon had spent the past 20 minutes or so discussing the security concerns for the delegation. Bottom line was, they needed to keep a close eye on the Romulans – which was really no different to what they thought before. The big change was now they had proof that they needed to watch their backs. Standing up from the temporary desk and chairs, Jonas said “Well, thank you for your diligence Lieutenant. Be sure to get this data to Doctor Trommashere, I’m sure she can come up with something to help our people.” (reply: Trinin) Jonas turned and left the office and made his way back out into the corridor. There was a lot to think about, but not enough time to do it. Half an hour ago he was getting ready to go to his quarters and end the day with Wendy, but now he had a new list of things to do before he could sign off. ~Well I’m up and about still, I may as well see if Jackson is available.~ he thought and he taped his comm. badge. “Lieutenant Jackson, I’ve an opening now if you would like to meet me?” (reply: Jackson) “Good, then meet me in the ready room in 10 minutes.” (posted by Dave) ===================================================================== (USS Hades - Deck 10, CSEC’s Temporary Office - CSEC Lt. Baylon Trinin - 1925) They had discussed a great number of things concerning the situation as they both understood it. Both Lemar and Baylon had very different levels of trust and paranoia where the Romulans were concerned. But in the end they were definitely in accord and had agreed that certain steps should be undertaken and that their goals coincided. Neither man wanted these talks to fail and so they would continue. For Lemar, it was a heavy responsibility. He was in command and if he made the wrong choice and things went wrong there was no one to lay the blame on but him. For Baylon, it was a matter of providing the best possible security for the ship and all the members of it's crew, permanent and temporary. Those two goals coincided and while they each had some different thoughts on how they should be achieved, they had talked out a great many of their concerns. Standing up from the temporary desk and chairs, Jonas said “Well, thank you for your diligence Lieutenant. Be sure to get this data to Doctor Trommashere, I’m sure she can come up with something to help our people.” "I have no doubt of it Commander, she's a very good doctor, even if she is a bit old fashioned." he replied. Jonas turned and left the office and made his way back out into the corridor leaving Baylon alone in his office. He picked up a blank PADD and transferred the data over to it, then tapped his commbadge. "Trinin to Doctor Trommashere and Counselor Nayati. Are you available to meet me in the CMO's office in ten minutes on a matter of some urgency?" (posted by Daniel Greene) ===================================================================== (USS Hades – Deck 10, Ten Forward - CCOUNS Ensign Jon Nayati – 1928) Jon was sitting in Ten Forward. Famished, he was wolfing down a large rare Bajoran steak with a side order of Rigellian tubers. He had a tall glass of ice tea and had found he liked its slightly bitter taste. As he ate Jon, felt better now that he had expressed his concerns in his report to Lt. Trinin about the fact that during the negotiations the Hades Security forces were asked to leave the room while the Romulan centurions were permitted to stay. Jon was concerned about this because his aura reading of Senator Terrh showed some definite animosity towards the Hades group. Jon was happy that even though he had lost his telepathy inside the room for some unknown reason, he could still see and interpret auras. That gave the Hades party an edge the Romulans party knew nothing about. There had been a lot of shouting by the Romulan Committee today. Jon was concerned that if things got worse between Senator Terrh, Chairman Vaebn and the Praetor, as evidenced by both their actions and their auras, that the next day might leave the Hades contingent defenseless against the Romulan Security. Of course all of this was also in the same report to Commander Lemar. Jon hoped that they had already read it, but he couldn't be sure if they had seen it or not. He had only just filed it. Jon was just finishing up his meal when his commbadge chirped again. =/\= Trinin to Doctor Trommashere and Counselor Nayati. Are you available to meet me in the CMO's office in ten minutes on a matter of some urgency? =/\= Downing his shot glass of Andorian Voss wine as an after dinner apertiff, Jon tapped his commbadge. "Heard and understood Sir. I am on my way now." As an afterthought Jon added, "Looking forward to seeing you, Doctor Trommashere. Nayati out." Jon headed out of Ten Forward toward Sickbay. (Posted by Jim McCrary) ===================================================================== (USS Hades - Deck 10, CMO's Office - CMO Angeni O. Windsong-Trommashere - 1930) Angeni had her head down on her desk. She was exhaused down to her primal core. All she wanted was to go to bed. She had every intention on calling Jon to try and reschedule dinner when she heard her comm badge beep. =/\="Trinin to Doctor Trommashere and Counselor Nayati. Are you available to meet me in the CMO's office in ten minutes on a matter of some urgency?=/\= =/\="Heard and understood Sir. I am on my way now. Looking forward to seeing you, Doctor Trommashere. Nayati out." =/\= With her head still on her cluttered desk, she hit her comm badge. "I'm already there. Can I replicate anything for anyone?" (posted by Kari) ===================================================================== (USS Hades – Deck 10, Corridor outside of Ten Forward – CCOUNS Ensign Jon Nayati - 1931) Dr. Trommashere's voice came over Jon's commbadge as he was leaving Ten Forward. =/\= I'm already there. Can I replicate anything for anyone? =/\= Jon was already in the corridor by this time. He was delighted to hear Angeni's sweet voice. They had been so caught up in their specialized duties and responsibilities, it was almost as if they were serving on different ships. ~It would be nice to have the chance to see her even if it for business purposes.~ "I am so glad to hear from you Angeni. I am looking forward to spending a little work time with you. In terms of replicating something for me, why don't you replicate that lovely cornbread and rose honey along with some iced tea?" (Reply Angeni Windsong Trommashere) "That sounds fine. Thank you Dr. Trommashere. I will be there directly. Nayati out." (Posted by Jim McCrary) ===================================================================== (USS Hades – Deck 1, Ready Room – FO Commander Jonas Lemar – 1934) Jonas had given himself far more time than necessary to get to the Ready Room in time for his meeting with Lieutenant Jackson. He wanted to give the Lieutenant chance to finish up whatever he was doing, but also give him ample opportunity to deal with anything that might happen on-route to Deck 1. Even a simple walk across the bridge could take ten minutes alone, if there was something that someone felt the need to report to him. Anyway, no such thing had happened on this occasion, so when the door chime sounded, Jonas was already prepared and relaxed, with dimmed lighting and a beverage freshly replicated to tide him over until he would end his shift officially. “Come in,” Jonas called out as he stood and made his way over to the replicator in readiness. (reply: Jackson) As the Lieutenant entered, Jonas was pleased to notice he was his normal chipper self. “Would you like something to eat or drink?” (posted by Dave) ===================================================================== (USS Hades - Deck 1, Ready Room - A/COPS Lt Tom Jackson - 1937) Tom paused before entering the Ready Room. He still, to this day, straightened his uniform and started sweating before entering this particular room. Pressing the entry chime, Tom waited for the FO to admit him. "Come in," Jonas called out as he stood and made his way over to the replicator in readiness. Tom entered and stood before the Fo in a relaxed position of attention. "Sir, reporting as directed" Tom said. (reply: Cmdr Lamar) Jonas asked Jackson "Would you like something to eat or drink?". Tom replied " Coffee, black would be nice Sir" and took a seat across from Jonas. Jackson sipped his coffee and waited for the signal to begin. (posted by: Bill West) ===================================================================== (USS Hades – Deck 1, Ready Room – FO Commander Jonas Lemar – 1938) Jackson had asked for a black coffee, so Jonas obliged by placing the order at the replicator and brought the Lieutenant his beverage. He sat quietly and accept the drink with a smile, so Jonas moved around to his seat and decided to get things moving. “So, I’ve skimmed over that report you submitted, although I have to admit I haven’t had a chance to read it in detail.” Jonas was aware of the basics from Lieutenant Trinin, but so far Jackson was the only ‘insiders glance’ he had received on the negotiations. No doubt he would get a chance to speak with the Ambassador at some point, although it was doubtful that she would give him every detail that he wanted. “Why don’t you give me a brief version of events, in your own words?” (reply: Jackson) As Jonas listened to what the Lieutenant had to say, he was curious as to what he had to say about these Tal’Shiar representatives that Trinin had mentioned earlier. “What about this Chairman Vaebn, and this Senator Terrh. What are your thoughts on them?” (reply: Jackson) “Overall, what would you say the Ambassador’s actions have been like today?” Jonas asked, wondering if the Captain’s initial concerns about the motives of the diplomatic envoys had been well founded. (posted by Dave) ===================================================================== (USS Hades - Deck 10, CMO's Office - CMO Angeni O. Windsong-Trommashere - 1941) Angeni had done a miraculous job in cleaning the rather cluttered space. The meeting table had been cleared off, the center filled with two steaming sources of caffine; one was coffee, the other was a nice rose tea. Various buscuits laid on a plate surrounded by various jellies and jams. ~Whoever said doctors couldn't throw good parties is crazy~ She wiped off the computer screen one more time, and she double checked the padd ports. She poured herself a mug of tea and she waited for everyone to come. (Posted by Kari) ===================================================================== (USS Hades – Deck 10, CMO's Office – CCOUNS Ensign Jon Nayati – 1941.5) Jon stepped into the Sickbay and found Dr. Trommashere's office. Once there, he saw Dr. Trommashere herself. A quick glance at her aura indicated that she was proud of something but that she was very tired. Looking around her office, he guessed that she was proud of the appetizing spread she must have arranged on the small meeting table near her desk. He thought the biscuits looked particularly delicious. He walked over to her and said with a smile, "We've got to start meeting more often like this." Indicating the refreshments on the table, he said, "That looks quite delectable, almost as lovely as you." (Reply Angeni Windsong Trommashere) Jon allowed his concern to show. "Angeni, are you getting enough rest? Do you need help with duties in Sickbay? I want you to be honest with me." (Posted by Jim McCrary) ===================================================================== (USS Hades - Deck 10, CMO's Office - CSEC Lt. Baylon Trinin - 1945) Baylon had arrived at the CMO's Officer last. He had finished organizing the data from his excursion into three types, physiological data collected on the members of the continuing committee, general physiological data on other Romulans who passed within range of the tricorder at any time after he and his people had been escorted out of the conference room, and scans of the telepathic dampening field. John and Angeni were already there and so Baylon smiled weakly. "I'm sorry for the sudden communication, but time is of the essence here." He said as he entered. Once he had cleared the door he said in a slightly louder voice. "Computer seal the officer door to the CMO's office and deny everyone access except for myself, Counselor Nayati, Doctor Trommashere, and First Officer Lemar- Authorization, Trinin Bravo-Echo-Epsilon-Gamma-Three." [door sealed.] Baylon stepped over to the meeting table and took a chair. He then set the Padd down on the desk in front of him. That's when he noticed the drinks and the biscuits laid out for the impromptu meeting. He smiled, then poured himself a cup of the sweet smelling tea and commandeered a pair of excellent looking Biscuits. He had not eaten anything since this morning and now found that his mouth was watering just at the smell of the food laid out before him. ~have to get a proper dinner when I'm done with this.~ he thought. "I won't keep you all wondering why I've called this very sudden meeting any longer," he said. "While I was down on the surface I was engaged in some surreptitious scans for the sake of our security. While there, as I am sure counselor Nayati can attest, I suddenly found myself unable to use my telepathic abilities." (reply Nayati) "The exact reason for this was just now determined. He uploaded the data to the terminal, then asked it to display the radiation signal that was the point of concern. This signal is the reason for this. I'm certain that doctor Trommashere recognizes it, being familiar with the treatment of Betazoid patients. For the counselor's benefit I am going to elaborate." "On Betazed, this particular radiation is used to suppress the natural abilities of the violently dangerous or mentally instable members of our species. It is utilized by security personnel and licensed medical professionals alike, but only in the most dire of circumstances. That is because this radiation can and will eventually kill the person that it is being used to suppress." "Normally the doses are so low and so closely monitored that they are only a danger long after the natural life span of the subject has passed, a few hundred years of exposure by neural emitter is the usual means of use." "The Romulans are using it as a blanket affect, which isn't an immediate threat at it's current power levels, although it will likely cause headaches, nausea or other side effects, and I'd estimate it won't become hazardous until you've been exposed at those levels for maybe a collective total of 36 to 48 hours. If you increase this dosage just a little, you can create a significantly shorter exposure time, and if you increase it enough, death or coma can be induced within a few hours." "Since your telepathy was also affected counselor, I do not believe that you are any more immune to the effects than I am although, you may have more natural resistance as a result of your place of origin, although that is yet to be seen and is a clinical guess, as much as I am qualified to make one." "I wanted to make you both aware of this. First because Doctor Trommashere needs to be made aware so that maybe she can come up with an inhibitor or something, and you counselor so that you are more aware of what may be happening to Ambassador Frazier and yourself, should it be a necessity." As an after thought he added. "Oh and doctor, I've also acquired some physiological scans of the members of the Continuing Committee should you need them as well as a series of general physiological scan of other less prominent Romulans. I have no idea if any of that information will be of use to you." He uploaded the rest of that data to the terminal. (posted by Daniel Greene) ===================================================================== (USS Hades - Deck 10, CMO's Office - CCOUNS Ensign Jon Nayati - 1948) Just then, Lt. Trinin arrived to meet with them as he had requested. "I'm sorry for the sudden communication, but time is of the essence her," he said as he entered. Once he had cleared the door, he said in a slightly louder voice, "Computer, seal the officer door to the CMO's office and deny everyone access except for myself, Counselor Nayati, Doctor Trommashere, and First Officer Lemar. Authorization, Trinin Bravo-Echo-Epsilon-Gamma-Three." [Door sealed.] Lt. Trinin stepped over to the meeting table and took a chair. He then set the PADD down on the desk in front of him, and while smiling, helped himself to a cup of the sweet smelling tea and two of the biscuits. Jon joined the Chief of Security at the table and held out a chair for Dr. Trommashere. (Reply Angeni Windsong Trommashere) "I won't keep you all wondering why I've called this very sudden meeting any longer," stated Lt. Trinin. "While I was down on the surface I was engaged in some surreptitious scans for the sake of our security. While there, as I am sure Counselor Nayati can attest, I suddenly found myself unable to use my telepathic abilities." "Yes, so did I," confirmed Jon. "On the positive side, my ability to read auras was unchanged, probably because that involves a different area of brain matter as per my people. I have not spoken to Ambassador Frazier yet concerning this. I suspect if we lost our telepathy, she may have lost any of her psychic abilities too." "The exact reason for this was just now determined," explained the Lieutenant. He uploaded the data to the terminal, and then asked it to display the radiation signal that was the point of concern. "This signal is the reason for this. I'm certain that Doctor Trommashere recognizes it, being familiar with the treatment of Betazoid patients. For the Counselor's benefit, I am going to elaborate." "On Betazed, this particular radiation is used to suppress the natural abilities of the violently dangerous or mentally unstable members of our species. It is utilized by security personnel and licensed medical professionals alike, but only in the most dire of circumstances. That is because this radiation can and will eventually kill the person that it is being used to suppress." "Normally the doses are so low and so closely monitored that they are only a danger long after the natural life span of the subject has passed, a few hundred years of exposure by neural emitter is the usual means of use." Jon nodded. He had heard of such treatment for those who were both telepathic and mentally ill, but he had never experienced the effect as used on him personally. "Yes, in my training, we have been instructed in that particular treatment." "The Romulans are using it as a blanket affect, which isn't an immediate threat at it's current power levels, although it will likely cause headaches, nausea or other side effects, and I'd estimate it won't become hazardous until you've been exposed at those levels for maybe a collective total of 36 to 48 hours. If you increase this dosage just a little, you can create a significantly shorter exposure time, and if you increase it enough, death or coma can be induced within a few hours." "If that is the case, then we need to protest to the Romulans about its inept usage," said Jon with concern. ~Shouldn't we inform them that it could be lethal to us or could that give the Romulans an edge to knowingly endanger or kill us?~ "Since your telepathy was also affected Counselor, I do not believe that you are any more immune to the effects than I am, although you may have more natural resistance as a result of your place of origin, although that is yet to be seen and is a clinical guess, as much as I am qualified to make one." "I wanted to make you both aware of this. First because Doctor Trommashere needs to be made aware so that maybe she can come up with an inhibitor or something, and you Counselor so that you are more aware of what may be happening to Ambassador Frazier and yourself, should it be a necessity." Jon looked to Dr. Trommashere to gauge her professional opinion. (Reply Angeni Windsong Trommashere) As an after thought Lt. Trinin added, "Oh and Doctor, I've also acquired some physiological scans of the members of the Continuing Committee should you need them as well as a series of general physiological scans of other less prominent Romulans. I have no idea if any of that information will be of use to you." The Security Chief uploaded the rest of that data to the terminal. Jon said, "In reaction to this we could do several things. We could move the treaty talks to the Hades. We could insist on shorter spans of time in the talks themselves. We could do what we can to monitor the intensity level of the field itself once we are in it. If it were to rise to levels too high we could cease negotiations immediately." (Reply Baylon Trinin, Angeni Windsong Trommashere, as needed) "We need to have our medical and science departments work together to find ways to negate the affect itself. If we cannot neutralize the affect, we need to find a way to chemically immunize ourselves from the field." (Reply Baylon Trinin, Angeni Windsong Trommashere) "Lt. Trinin, what was your reaction to the telepathic inhibitor field?" asked Jon. (Reply Baylon Trinin. CMO Trommashere) "I was in the room with Ambassador Frazier for the whole time and she did not complain of headaches but only fatigue once we stopped for the day. Could it be that her human part makes her more resistant? If that is the case, then maybe someone on the Hades crew might be more resistant to the telepathic dampening field than yourself Lt. Trinin. Perhaps we could have someone join us who is either full or half Vulcan descent. Vulcan brains and bodies are more resistant to physical damage and some diseases over other humanoid species. I'm thinking of Security officer T'Sol, who is full Vulcan and probably a touch telepath." (Posted by Jim McCrary) ===================================================================== (USS Hades – Deck 6, Science Lab 6 – Lieutenant Ardena Carrow - 2110) Ardena had made a quick stop at the science lab to pickup a holo-book she had left behind earlier that afternoon. She had planned to settle down with it and enjoy an evening to herself, but things rarely worked out as they were planned. During her brief stop off, it was coincidence that Commander Lemar had managed to catch her, just before she ran out and back to her quarters. As Ardena came off the comm. to the commander, she felt both nervous and excited. The news he had given her was good, and it put her in a position that many federation scientists would swap their right arm for – a chance to go down to the surface of Romulus and perform any test, scan or experiment that she so desired. Without further ado she tapped at her science console and brought up her comm. sub routine. “Carrow to Shayhiloosh and McKenzie. We’ve been given the go ahead for our away teams, so we’ll be taking two teams down in the morning.” (reply: Shayhiloosh, McKenzie) “Let’s say, 0830 in the science lounge. We’ll get together and move out from there.” (posted by Dave) ===================================================================== (USS Hades - Deck 10, CMO's Office - CMO Angeni O. Windsong-Trommashere - 2126) Angeni was sitting quietly in a chair, reading over several padds before her. She had made it a second priority to look over the bad readings that they were getting from the surface, but she couldn't find anything in the medical files that would cause such a distortion. She leaned forward, rubbing her temples when she heard someone clear their throat. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Jonas, and she nearly dropped her collection of PADDs standing up. "I've invited a Romulan specialist over for the morning." "Oh, how wonderful." She smiled slightly, gesturing to the steaming pot of rose hip tea. She took a sip of her own mug. "Please, have a seat and enjoy some tea. To what do we owe this pleasure to." She sat down again, moving her stack over to a nearby table. "Apparently, they have an specialist in Angossian physiology. The Praetor seems to think she can help with the Captain's recovery." Angeni kept her facial expressions as neutral as a professional poker player. She stirred her tea thoughtfully for a moment, then she looked up at Lemar. Portions of her felt betrayed; she had spent nearly every waking moment trying to figure out what was going on with Sash, and now they wanted to bring in a specialist, at the same time, she almost felt grateful for the extra hand in his recovery. "Well, if you...I'm speaking from one doctor to another mind you...if you feel that the specialist can help, then by all means, you have my full support on this. I don't want you to feel like I'm spearheading this whole effort, and that I won't garner the extra help. What ever you feel is necessary, I'm all for it." (Reply Lemar) "I would like us to get together though if that would be allowed. I'd like to include Counselor Nayati as well, his efforts have certainly helped in reducing the amount of medication that he's under. You as the Commander, but also because of your knowledge of medicine. I want to get an idea of what this specialist wants to do. I'm open to any and all options, but I want to know what he or she is doing so I can prepare to fix any situation that goes amiss. I don't want to be blind-sided with something without having a backup plan." (Posted by Kari) ===================================================================== (USS Hades – Deck 10, CMO's Office – FO Commander Jonas Lemar – 2129) As Jonas took a seat and poured himself a mug f the tea offered to him by the CMO, he informed her about the so-called specialist that the Romulan’s were due to send over in the morning. Strangely for Angeni, there was a very neutral expression on her face. He had always known her to be very open when it came to her feelings, at least in regard to medical profession. For her to have such a lack of expression could have told Jonas far more than any actual expression might have told him, of course it could have meant one of two things. She was either quite displeased with the idea and she didn’t want to show it, or she was so weary that she just didn’t have the energy to feel either way. Jonas really was quite concerned about her, and given her recent personal health issues, it wasn’t at all surprising. “Well, if you...” she paused and then said, “...I'm speaking from one doctor to another mind you...” She smiled meekly and restarted her original line of speech. “If you feel that the specialist can help, then by all means, you have my full support on this. I don't want you to feel like I'm spearheading this whole effort, and that I won't garner the extra help. Whatever you feel is necessary, I'm all for it.” Jonas was a little surprised that she had given in so easily. It really wasn’t the ‘head over heels’ he had been hoping for, but more of a defeatist approach to the idea. Still, he had managed to get an agreement out of her, and right now that was all he was looking for. In response, Jonas smiled and took another sip of his tea. “I’m glad you made this far easier than it could have been.” It was obvious that someone was going through Angeni’s mind, and she added “I would like us to get together though if that would be allowed. I'd like to include Counsellor Nayati as well, as his efforts have certainly helped in reducing the amount of medication that he's under, and you, as the Commander, but also because of your knowledge of medicine...” Jonas nodded an agreement. He expected nothing less, and it was a very sensible approach to take when dealing with a very sensitive matter such as this. The floral aroma of the tea was starting to tingle in Jonas’s head as Angeni continued. “...I want to get an idea of what this specialist wants to do. I'm open to any and all options, but I want to know what he or she is doing so I can prepare to fix any situation that goes amiss. I don't want to be blind-sided with something without having a backup plan.” Jonas had picked up the mug and was about to take another sip. He was surprised how much he was enjoying it, given that he was normally a coffee person. He listened to the medical officers points and could find no fault in her method. “I wouldn’t have it any other way. It really makes sense to get the details all on the table before we do anything. Just remember, she is coming only to advise. If she would like to do anything more, I am sure she won’t do so without your express permission.” (reply: Trommashere) Finishing the mug and placing it back down on the table, Jonas decided to approach the subject of the condition of the away team. “Have you had chance to look over Lieutenant Trinin’s data from the surface? I bet it goes some way to explaining some of the readings we have been getting on the sensors today.” (posted by Dave) ===================================================================== (USS Hades - Deck 2, Personal Quarters - ACMO Dr. Wendy Kildare - 2130) Wendy had lost count at the number of times she'd looked at the chronometer. She wondered why she even bothered looking. It was only going to be bad news. Time had, as it is want to do, passed, and Jonas was still not there. Oh she had the computer track him down, and knew where he had gone. He wasn't hiding. He just wasn't there. "Perfect," she said disgusted. It was the perfect ending to a less than perfect day. Ever since her "incident" Angeni had turned the medical work over to Wendy. Not the administrative duties, she kept them. Wendy was fine with that. After spending time as CMO on the Hades, she had no desire to go back into the administration side of medicine. She was happy to be on the front lines, handing out band-aids and doling out analgesics. But then this thing with the Captain. It just seemed that Angeni was unwilling to let it go. No matter how much Wendy tried to get into the case, Angeni would take all of the information and hoard it. She was a woman possessed. Then came the episode when she and Jon Nayati tried to revive him, that ended so dismally. She wished that they had contacted her before they tried it. But it seemed that Angeni did not have the confidence in Wendy's medical abilities that she had assumed the CMO had. Wendy didn't want to bother Jonas with her issues. After all, he had his own problems at the moment. He was not in charge of one of the most important peace time missions of his career. Her personal issues were her own. But still, she thought that it would be nice to have some time with her man. It would have been the first time they had ... been together in a while, and her hope had been that they could ... be together all night, or at least a couple of times. And so she had taken the time to prepare a more elaborate meal than usual. She had brought out the fine china, and crystal candle holders. Wendy had prepared most of Jonas' favorite foods, and a special desert. And there it lay, as it had since 1900 hours. Wendy hadn't expected Jonas to be on time. She wasn't sure when the last time was that he'd been on time for a date. She was a doctor, and understood that more than most. But she just wished that he had made an effort this time. She wanted this time to be special, after all, she had something to tell him. But no, it couldn't be special. And why should it be? She should have expected this. It was how things always ended up, wasn't it? "Damn it," she said softly. She wanted to yell it. To scream at the top of her lungs, and curse Jonas Lemar, but she couldn't. She wanted to sweep the food off the table and onto the floor, but she just couldn't muster the energy. She just felt defeated. After two and a half hours, she realized that Jonas, most likely, won't even show up. She fought back the tears that were beginning to form in the corner of her eyes. Looking at the white candles that she had lit the first time she thought she heard Jonas, she noted that they had burned down almost to the quick. Licking her finger tips she reached out and extinguished the light. The food was wasted. Now cold and uneatable. The cream from the strawberry shortcake had melted somewhat, and the strawberries were swimming around in a pool of white ooze. The meal was a loss, and Wendy was no longer able to look at it. Unable to look at it, and unable to do anything about it, she let the tears start to fall and wandered to her bedroom. Without bothering to remove what little clothing she had left on (after all, she didn't want Jonas to work to hard for his prize... and hers) she threw herself onto her bed and buried her face in her pillows. Going through her head was the same question. ~Why? ~ ~Why did it always end this way? ~ Tears flowed until Wendy fell asleep. (posted by Al Muir) ===================================================================== Mission: Tribuo Senatus, Day 9 Stardate: 2408.01.07 ===================================================================== (USS Hades – Deck 1, Ready Room – FO Commander Jonas Lemar – 0800) First Officer’s log, Stardate 2408.01.07 Apparently, negotiations went well yesterday, and despite some concerns regarding the Romulan security measures for the delegations, I am quite hopefully for a positive outcome. I’m certain that Lieutenant Trinin can keep our people safe, although from the sounds of things, he might need the help of Doctor Trommashere. Apparently, negotiations will recommence after lunch today. I’ll no doubt have some information to report on this when the day is over. Today looks to be an interesting day for most of us. I have been invited to the Romulan ship Donatra, by her Commanding officer, Commander Rhian. I hope to have Ensign T’Sol and Lieutenant Harper escort me. I will be asking Lieutenant Ammon, although I really don’t think she will be receptive to the idea given her experience yesterday. The trip will most likely be very enlightening. I’m very interested to see how differently the Romulan military hierarchy interacts onboard, not to mention being able to see the inside of one of their most advanced warships. I am certain that Chief Harper and Ensign T’Sol will find it as interesting as I will. The Romulan Praetor has granted permission for our science teams to go down to the surface. Lieutenant Carrow will be taking two teams down to start running scans and tests. I’m sure our people will take full advantage of the opportunity, and that university professors back home will be eager to see what they find. Ambassador Frazier also informs me that the Romulan’s wish to give a helping hand to heal Captain Sash. My initial thoughts were sceptical, but I’ve agreed to allow the Romulans to assist, though I’m sure that Doctor Trommashere will be keeping a keen eye on them to make sure the Captain stays safe. With any luck, we might be able to revive the Captain before the end of the day. That will be great boost to morale for the entire crew. End Log. (posted by Dave) ===================================================================== End Compile =====================================================================