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He walked into sickbay and walked to his sister.   "Jason." she tried to yell, but she still felt a bit weak.   "Sssssshhhttt, save your strenght to heal right now."   "Aren't you supposed to work right now?"   "Nope, I asked for a day of, just for you."   Cassandra smiled.   "Just rest a bit more, and if it's allowed we'll go take a walk, and I  have a surprise for you."   Trying to be enthousiastic but still to tired. great, what?" She asked  with a raspy voice.   "you'll see, now, just concentrate on your healing, I'll be right here  if you need me."   ------------------------------------------------------------------------ --------------------------------------------------------   Stardate: 2406.10.20   (USS Mystique - quarters - Sarah Nevada - 0924)   Sarah was getting ready for her next visit to Cassandra, but knowing  she was awake she dressed up a bit, and started to think what she would  bring today. She walked around her room for a bit, and decided to bring  another bouquet of flowers, as she couldn't think of anything else. She  replicated some, and binded them together and went on her way to sickbay.   ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------   Stardate: 2406.10.20 (USS Mystique - Sickbay - Ensign Jason Dema & Cassandra Dema & Sarah Nevada - 0926)   Jason saw that his sister fell asleep, and decided to get some coffee  for him, so he walked out of sickbay and headed to the mess-hall, while  from the other side Sarah approached. Sarah stepped into sickbay, and  saw that Cassandra was asleep. She put the flower next to the bed and  held cassandra's hand. Suddenly Cassandra woke up, squeezing Sarah's  hand tightly.   "Ouch." she said. "That's a lot of power you got there."   Cassandra lifted her head to see Sarah sitting next to her.   "Hi Sarah, how are you today?"   Sarah laughed. "That's something I have to ask you, but I'm fine  thanks. How are you?"   "Better, look I can move my arm again." Cassandra showed she could move  her arm, though it was still weak.   "That's great, you'll be out of here in no time."   "You think so?"   "offcourse, but don't get dissapointed if it takes longer then you  think, but I think it won't be long anymore."   Cassandra smiled.   A bit later Jason returned to sickbay, and saw someone sitting next to  Cassandra. He decided to wait a bit to see how they interacted. He  could hear them laughing, and talking. ~Is she the one who is bringing  her gifts?~ He thought to himself. He didn't recognise Sarah yet cause  he only saw her face before.   But Cassandra spotted Jason, and motioned him to come closer.   Sarah saw that Cassandra was calling someone and turned to see at who.   Jason saw that Cassandra was asking him to come closer, and as he did,  the girl turned around and rememberred her face.   Sarah saw Jason coming, and saw on his face that he was surprised to  see her, and she started to blush.   Jason stood on the opposite side of the bed and bend over to Cassandra.   "Hey Cassie, tell me, is she the one bringing you the gifts?"   "Yep, guilty as charged."   "Excuse us for a second."   "Ma'am, I have to ask you to come with me, please do not resist."   Cassandra looked worried, and thought Jsaon was mad at Sarah. "Jason."  She said. "Be nice to her."   "Could you wait outside please?" Jason asked Sarah.   "Yes Sir."   While Sarah was walking out Jason turned to Cassandra. "Don't worry,  I'm just playing around." He winked.   "Okay, good luck........" Jason turned around and Cassandra continued.  "Loverboy."   "Cassie."   Cassandra laughed. "Gotcha."   Jason smiled and walked out of sickbay. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------   Stardate: 2406.10.20 (USS Mystique - Hallway - Ensign Jason Dema & Sarah Nevada - 0956)   "Come with me miss."   Sarah followed without asking what he was doing. Jason kept on walking  untill they arrived in the lounge.   "Need something to drink?" He asked with a friendly face.   "For a moment there I thought you were mad at me."   "Impossible, I can't be mad at people who are nice to my sister, I was  just playing around."   "Oh you." Sarah hit Jason and he tried to run away, Sarah ran after  him. They ran all over the lounge like 2 kids playing tag. Jason  suddenly stopped and turned around. Sarah couldn't stop anymore and  bumped into him and both falling to the floor. Jason fell first and  Sarah on top of him. They struggled for a little while, and eventually  ason overpowered her leaving their heads only inches away from each other.   "I got you now." Jason said.   "Yep, I guess so.   They  stared for a little while longer, there was some kind of magic  for a moment, but for some reason, Jason snapped out of it.   "So, are you finally gonna tell me what you wanna drink?"   Jason stood up and pulled her up to.   "I'll just have some water."   Jason stepped to the bar asking for 2 glasses of water. He returned to  see that Sarah allready took place in the seat Jason sat 2 days ago. He  sat next to her, offering her a glass of water.   "So tell me." He started. "Why did you do it?"   "Do what?"   "The flowers, the doll. Nobody does something for no reason."   "Well, two days ago, I saw you sitting here, and when you looked at me,  I saw tears in your eyes. I looked for the reason, and found out about  your sister, and to lighten the burden a bit, I decided to help out a  bit. I would have told you sometimes it was me, but I didn't count on  it that you would come in allready."   "I  asked for a day off to spend it with my sister, and I also hoped to  see who it was that brought those gifts. I really appreciate what your  doing, I'm not gonna tell you to stop, but you don't need to bring  flowers or anything. It's enough for me to know that she isn't alone  while I'm working, and it pleases me more that she likes you."   Sarah smiled, she was glad that Jason wasn't mad. Jason then stood up  and reached out his hand.   "Friends?" He asked.   Sarah's smile got even bigger and she reached for his hand and stood up  also.   "Friends." She said. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------   Stardate: 2406.10.22 (USS Mystique, Conference Room, TASC Ensign Travis Keswick, 1000)  As Cmadr Belina took over the briefing Travis sow that he was  nerves. Then He started  "Okay, this is how I want to do this. I want two teams. Team one will   consist of me, the Ambassador, Mr Ketal, the medical Officer and one   marine. Team two is Dr Mias, Mr Keswick, Mr Jansen and the second   marine.  One's mission is to discover the history of the people. Their   knowledge of the 'Flying Box of the Forefathers' and in a general   sense, how this 'Flying Box of the Forefathers' has affected the   growth and development of the society.  We will be located in the Capital City - Matais. Once there we  will make our way to the Central Library and the main University. We  will  pose as unaffiliated historians. I think if we all come from  different cities we should make it without a problem.  I'll deal with  that later.  Two's mission is to discover the governmental structure, military and   civil protection. Find out how the five cities interact, are their any   rivalries that we need to be aware of? Also try to get any information   on the current scientific thinking.  You will be based here, in the city Falais. It seems to be the  Second City, but it has the highest proportion of 'ornate' buildings.  It  could be the Administrative centre of the civilization. See if you  can  get into any of these buildings, and report what you find.  Okay, Dr, Mr Ketal and a marine. You all come from the city - Jais.   Ambassador, Mr Keswick, Mr Jansen, am marine and the medical Officer   all come from Lais. Myself, I will be from Matais. I expect that you   will all be intimate with the information we currently have on these   cities.  Any questions or comments?" Peter stood and faced the  room. All  those eyes were staring at him.  Travis spoke up "Commander I only ask this as the security officer on   this away mission but what do we do if we are met with violence. and   if we get separated. I ask this only because we don't know what to   expect we know vary little about these People. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ----------------------------------------------------   Stardate: 2406.10.22 (USS Mystique - Ambassador's Lounge - CSO Ketal - 1057) "No appologies needed, come in and what is on your mind?" The  Ambassador said then spoke briefly to the Tac/Sc officer Keswick. Ketal waited until they had finished their conversation and then said.  "Yes Ambassador, it is about the transmission from the surface the  Captain had forwarded a short while ago. I have made some  extrapolations about it and wished to consult with you on them at your  earliest convenience. I see that you are busy now and could speak with  you later if you wish." ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ----------------------------------------------------   Stardate: 2406.10.22  (USS Mystique - Computer Lab - Ensign Jason Dema - 1206)  "Yes but to overcome the over heating of the weapon systems we   reinforced the prefire chamber and the emitter crystals by transferring  the extra  power back through the safety interlock assembly and  dispersing it  throughout the whole weapon system. the system will heat  up but if we reinforce the  beam control assembly it should handle the  extra heat. and will cool down at a faster rate."  Jason thought about it for a second...  "We'll need to run a few simulations on it, and also a test with  the real weapons."  Then Jason saw Travis walking to the computer, to see he allready  made a simulation.  "This will work trust me."  Jason looked in Travis's eyes, to see his belief in his proposal. He   then tapped his combadge.  =/\=  Ensign Dema to engineering, I'm gonna send you some  modifications  that need to be made to the weapons. =/\=  (reply engineering)  =/\= How long will it take to complete the modifications? =/\=  (reply engineering)  =/\= Okay, notify me when you're finished. =/\=  Jason turned to Travis again.  "Let's hope it's done before we need them, in the meanwhile, we have  to synchronise the weapons to the anomalies." ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ----------------------------------------------------    Stardate: 2406.10.22  (USS Mystique - Computer Lab - TASC Ensign Travis Keswick - 1207)  Jason turned to Travis again.  "Let's hope it's done before we need them, in the meanwhile, we have  to synchronize the weapons to the anomalies." jason sead  "It Will Trust me" Travis sead with confidence  "Ok Lets get synchronizing" he sead with a smile.  Then Travis turned to Jason as they worked on the weapon  systems "Jason how is Cassandra doing if you don't mind me asking" ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------   (USS Mystique - Bridge - Ensign Jason Dema - 1215)  Jason and Travis were working on the phasers when suddenly Travis   asked an odd question.  "Jason how is Cassandra doing if you don't mind me asking"  Jason smiled and gave a sigh.  "Talk about the right moment, well, she's okay I guess, she slowly   learning how to use her body again, but she's on the better hand. And  besides,  when I'm not around, then someone else is there to care for  her." ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------   (USS Mystique - Bridge - Tasc Ensign Travis Keswick - 1216)  Jason smiled and gave a sigh.  "Talk about the right moment, well, she's okay I guess, she slowly   learning how to use her body again, but she's on the better hand. And   besides, when I'm not around, then someone else is there to care for   her."  "Well I'm glad to here that, she is a wonderful little girl she  is lucky to have a brother that cars about her as much as you do.  "So how come she is not with your mom and dad. I just ask because a  starship seams to be a dangerous  place to rase a  child more so this  one". he asked as he worked looking up at Jason?.   ------------------------------------------------------------------------ -----------------------------------------------------   2406.10.23 (USS Mystique - FO's Office; FO Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia; 0900)  Peter had spent the whole of yesterday, and the begining of today,   planning the away mission. He had defined the perameters and   objectives that they were to meet. He did not know who exactly the   Captain wanted on the mission, but he was factoring in a mixture of   abilities which he deemed appropriate. He was currently reviewing  the data when the Captain ordered him to the Conference Lounge.   ------------------------------------------------------------------------ -------------------------------------------------------   2406.10.23  (USS Mystique - FO's Office; FO Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia; 0953)  Peter walked in to see the Captain sitting in her chair at the head of  the table. She was reading a PADD and drinking from a cup. She put   them down as he approached.  "Good morning Captain." He breathed in deeply, he was nervous. This   was his first undercover away mission, and his first planet side AM in  > command. He took a seat next to Vanyssa as the others filed into the   room.  (Reply Cpatain, iyw)  Once the rest of the officers had seated themselves and said their   'good mornings', the Captain started the briefing.  It was going well, then she turned to him.  "Dr. Mias, you will be going to the planet, as will Mr. Belinia, Mr.   Keswick and Mr. Ketal. Ambassador, it is up to you if you would like   to participate in this away mission - I will not order you.  Mr.   Keswick, speak with Major Lee about acquiring a team of two skilled   marines to accompany you.  I want all of you implanted with locators   and  in-ear comms, as well as voice communicators.  I want there to be   no chance that anything can happen to you.  You are all too important   to the continued functionality of this vessel." She said.  Peter nodded his head and looked around at his team. The Captain   continued on.  Dr. Weir spoke up, "Captain, I think one of the medical personnel   should go along to assist with the away team."  Vanyssa nodded. "Of course, please select someone suitable, Dr. Weir."  Kellita inclined her head in agreement.  "Your primary mission is to ascertain what these people know about   their ancestors, how they arrived, what exactly this 'flying box of   the forefathers' is and to find out what they know about that ship.    Any other data that  you collect will of course b invaluable."     Vanyssa looked around the table, catching each of their eyes. "You   will not reveal yourselves to be outsiders, this is not a first   contact mission. You will act as much like these people as you can.    Ambassador, Dr. Mias, I believe you have already programmed the   replicator for suitable clothing, accessories and currency ?"  (Reply Ambassador, Mias)  Vanyssa nodded. "You will leave at 1400 today for the planet. Mr.   Belinia, I leave the further planning of this mission up to you."  She   said and then left them to it.  Peter took another deep breath and rose, heading to the display   console.  "Okay, this is how I want to do this. I want two teams. Team one will   consist of me, the Ambassador, Mr Ketal, the medical Officer and one   marine. Team two is Dr Mias, Mr Keswick, Mr Jansen and the second   marine.  One's mission is to discover the history of the people. Their   knowledge of the 'Flying Box of the Forefathers' and in a general   sense, how this 'Flying Box of the Forefathers' has affected the   growth and development of the society.  We will be located in the Capital City - Matais. Once there we will   make our way to the Central Library and the main University. We will   pose as unaffiliated historians. I think if we all come from different   cities we should make it without a problem. I'll deal with that later.  Two's mission is to discover the governmental structure, military and   civil protection. Find out how the five cities interact, are their any   rivalries that we need to be aware of? Also try to get any information   on the current scientific thinking.  You will be based here, in the city Falais. It seems to be the  Second City, but it has the highest proportion of 'ornate' buildings.  It  could be the Administrative centre of the civilization. See if you  can  get into any of these buildings, and report what you find.  Okay, Dr, Mr Ketal and a marine. You all come from the city -  Jais. Ambassador, Mr Keswick, Mr Jansen, am marine and the medical  Officer  all come from Lais. Myself, I will be from Matais. I expect  that you  will all be intimate with the information we currently have  on these  cities.  Any questions or comments?" Peter stood and faced the room. All  those eyes were staring at him. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------    Stardate: 2406.10.23  (USS Mystique - Sickbay, - TASC Ensign Travis Keswick - 1105)  Travis walked throw the doors and into sickbay and stoped just inside   the doors.  "So, Mr. Keswick, you want wings." Dr. Weir said with a grin.  "What can I say I'm a thrill sicker. Travis sead with a smile.  "Hop on up,"  She said, leading him to an isolated area of sickbay.  Lead the way Doc. he sead as they walked over to the bio bed  "Strip, Mr. Keswick." She said grinning.  As travis started removing his uniform.  "Have you given any thought to what color you would like your hair,   skin and eyes?  The only constant down there is that they don't look   anything like our typical colouring combinations."  Travis thought for a moment.  "Hmm I have always liked dark colors it must have been  because of  all  the years I  have spent with the Klingons".  He sead as he looked at her and smiled.  As she turned her back so he could take off his uniform.  "Did you get a medical exam when you came on board, Mr. Keswick?"   She  asked, trying to sound both clinical and personable at the same  time.  "No not yet I have not had time". he sead as he finished getting   undressed.  But we might as well get it out of the way if you have time.He sead  looking at Weir. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ----------------------------------------------------   Stardate: 2406.10.23  (USS Mystique - Sickbay, - CMO -  Dr. Kellita Weir - 1108)  Kellita smiles as Keswick came in.  "So, Mr. Keswick, you want  wings." She said with a grin.  "Hop on up,"  She said, leading him to  an  isolated area of sickbay. "Strip, Mr. Keswick."  She said  grinning.  "Have you given any thought to what color you would like  your hair,  skin and eyes?  The only constant down there is that they  don't look anything like our typical colouring combinations."  She turned her back to allow him some privacy in undressing.  "Did  you  get a medical exam when you came on board, Mr. Keswick?"  She  asked,  trying to sound both clinical and personable at the same time. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ---------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.23  (USS Mystique - Mess Hall; FO Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia; 1230)  Peter had yet to be called to sickbay for his cosmetic surgery. He  was  sat eating a small meal, going over departmental reports. He sat  alone  for some time until he was interupted by a young Ensign.  " Commander, I was ordered by the Captain to come see you and and   receive a briefing on our current situation." He said.  Peter stood and shook the new officers hand. "Please take a seat."   Petrer looked at the new arrival before speaking.  "I was not aware that you had been assigned to the Mystique Ensign. I   am sure that the Captain has informed you about our predicament with   Starfleet, and has deemed you worthy of the Mystique, else you would   be on a shuttle back to Doenitz right now. Suffice to say, we are in a   spot of bother.  Our current mission is to survey the planet we are  orbiting. I  am leading an away mission to the surface at fourteen hundered hours.   There is also a second team which has been sent to an old Earth vessel   which is also in orbit. They are to take it apart before the orbit   decays to such an extent that the gravity well pulls it to the surface,  casusing planet wide devestation.  That mission will be in quite a vulnerable spot as the transporters   will not work due to the local spacial environment. Did the Captain   say what she wanted your role to be during all this?" Peter sat back   and wiped his mouth on his napkin, took a sip of his lemonade and   waited for the reply. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ -----------------------------------------------------   Stardate: 2406.10.23  (USS Mystique, Ready Room ,ACEO, Ensign Denton, 1233)   Vanyssa frowned at him. "Ensign, who posted you here ?"  She asked,   stopping her pacing and standing directly in front of the new Ensign.   "And what post did he post you at ? Did he give you orders?"    James was taken back by all the questions. He cleared his throat in   which to respond.  " I was posted here by Admiral Jopek, in the position of Assistant   Chief Engineering Officer. He did not give me any direct orders, just   to report to you Sir.  "I see."  She said, taking the PADD from her and moving behind her   desk, seeing Jopek's glyph appear as well as the computer verifying   that all the security codes were right.  "Ensign, I sense no deceit   from you, I sense only confusion. Allow me to explain to you what is   going on at the moment.  The Fleet you have just joined is considered    to be traitors by the rest of Starfleet. The ship you have just  been assigned to is on a search and destroy mission by Starfleet.   I  don't  know if you are loyal to Admiral Doenitz or Admiral LoDona.  I  wasn't  even expecting you.  You are very lucky that you didn't get  blown out  of the sky.   At the moment your superior is over there..."   And she    pointed out the window. "On that old Earth style colonization  ship, trying to make it not fall into the athmosphere. I'm sorry, I  don't  have time for you to settle in at the moment. Seek out  Commander  Belinnia, the First Officer and ask him to explain things to  you    further.  Then report to medical for an exam by Dr. Weir and   Radchenko. Finally, report to Engineering and speak with the Duty   Officer to bring you up to speed.  The Mystique is not a standard   Akira ship -- she has a number of modifications useful to her as an    exploratory vessel."  "Aye Sir." replied James  "Dismissed, Ensign. Make me proud."    Looking proud and mildly confused James left the Captains ready room. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ -----------------------------------------------------   Stardate: 2406.10.23   (USS Mystique, Ready Room ,ACEO, Ensign Denton, 1238) James left thr ready room a little confusedm but deermined to show the  Captain what he was made of. He left the bridge and sought out the  nearest computer panel." Computer locate Commander Belinnia." stated  James=/\= Commmander Bellinia is in the mess hall=/\= James started towards the mess hall in order to talk to the commander.  HE looked around untill he found the commander. He approached him and  addressed him.     " Commander, I was ordered by the Captain to come see you and and  receive a briefing on our current situation."   ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ----------------------------------------------------   Stardate: 2406.10.23   (USS Mystique, Ready Room ,ACEO, Ensign Denton, 1250)  After being briefed thoroughly by Commander Belinnia, it was was time  for  James to report for a medical exam in the sickbay. He left the  ready room and once again looked for a console in which to locate the  sickbay. He found out it was on Deck four. He found a turbolift and  stepped inside. " Deck four." James said He walked into the sickbay and was greeted by  a man. " Hello, you must be Mr. Denton" said the man " I'm Sergei Radchenko  lets just wait for Dr. Weir to get here and we'll start some tests on  you." ------------------------------------------------------------------------ -------------------------------------------------------   Stardate: 2406.10.23   (USS Mystique, Ready Room ,ACEO, Ensign Denton, 1320) James had just finnished his medical exams, and now to finnish his  orders he had to speak with the Engineering officer, who he found out  was Lt. Sarouk. He made his way to a turbo lift and took it down to  engineering. He found Lt. Sarouk.   " Lt.", James said loudly Sarouk was working in a very loud area so it took him awhile to  respond. He looked at James and said " Ah, you must be Ensign Denton. I  have received orders to 'bring you up to speed' on our situation. James walked over with the Lieutenant to a more quiet area. ------------------------------------------------------------------------   Mission: Return to Camelot Day: 3 Stardate: 2406.10.23 (USS Fleet of Foot, OPS, Lt  (jg) HHril, 0950) (USS Fleet of Foot - Ensign Jason Dema - 0956) (Conestoga Class Ship, OPS, Lt (jg) HHril, 1030) (USS Mystique - Mess Hall; ACEO Ensign Denton ; 1235)   Stardate: 2406.10.22  (USS Mystique, Bridge, OPS, Lt (jg) HHril, 0935)  (USS Mystique, Observation Lounge, Ambassador Anastasia Tar-Thurian -  09:38) (USS Mystique, Bridge, OPS, Lt (jg) HHril, 0950) (USS Mystique, Ambassador's Lounge, Ambassador Anastasia Tar-Tharian, 1048) (USS Mystique - CSO's office - CSO Ketal - 10:49) (USS Mystique - Ambassador's Lounge - CSO Ketal  1053) (USS Mystique - Ambassador's Lounge - Ambassador Anastasia Tar-Tharian, 1056) (USS Mystique - Computer Lab - Ensign Jason Dema - 1202) (USS Mystique - Computer Lab -TASC Ensign Travis Keswick - 1204) --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------   Stardate: 2406.10.23 (USS Mystique, Shuttlebay, CO Captain Vanyssa Winters, 0900) (USS Mystique - Shuttlebay - Ensign Jason Dema - 0905) (USS Mystique, Conference Room, CO Captain Vanyssa Winters, 0950)  (USS Mystique, Conference Room, Ambassador Anastasia Tar-Tharian, 0952) (USS Mystique- Conference Room- Conn- Lt Herkimer 78 - 0955) (USS Mystique, Conference Room, TASC Ensign Travis Keswick, 0955) (USS Mystique - Conference Room, - CSO Ketal - 0957)  (USS Mystique - Conference Room, - TASC Ensign Travis Keswick - 0958) (USS Mystique, Conference Room, Ambassador Anastasia Tar-Tharian, 0959) (USS Mystique, Major Lees Office, TASC Ensign Travis Keswick 1010) (USS Mystique, Computer Lab, TASC Ensign Travis Keswick - 1200)  (USS Mystique, Ready Room ,CO, Captain Vanyssa Winters, 1230) (Resorte Training Facilities,  Admiral's Office  Ensign Denton- 15.05) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Begin Compile     Stardate: 2406.10.22   (USS Mystique, Bridge, OPS, Lt (jg) HHril, 0935)   It had been a productive meeting, to say the least.  The hours of preparation HHril had put into his research had certainly paid off, allowing him to answer the questions posed by the Captain decisively and without hesitation.  One last question remained to be answered, however.  How long would it take to pull that ship apart?  He didn't know.  The Conestoga class of colony vessel had not been in service for well over 300 years.  It was certainly not a priority for study among academy cadets.  Since the Captain had dismissed the meeting, he had sat at his station multitasking.  Running his scans and diagnostics while attempting to answer the question that had been asked of him.      ~Come on, HHril.~ the OPS man said to himself.  ~It was meant to be taken apart.  Why is this so hard to figure out.~   Then it dawned on him.  They would be on the planet, and they would be working from the outside... but also from the inside.  "Of course!" he said out load as the realization was made.  Two teams would be necessary to take the ship apart.  One in the work pods, performing a ballet that Lt Herk would be required to choreograph, and a second on the inside of the vessel... with full environmental suits.    He turned, prepared to head towards the ready room, when he saw the chief engineer, Lt Sarouk heading into the Captains office.  ~I'll just have to wait my turn he thought to himself and returned to his duties.~   ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------   Stardate: 2406.10.22  (USS Mystique, Observation Lounge, Ambassador Anastasia Tar-Thurian -  09:38)  Ana had watched an Ensign watching most of what she was doing and  listening intently to what she had said.  She had smiled at him but  she continued to listen to what the captain and the others had been  saying.  "Indeed Captain cultural contamination is the greatest danger we face in this instance, and the Prime directive is very clear in regards to  a pre space-faring race, it would seem our only choice in the matter  is to first observe the native population before deciding on this  course of action. The only inhibiting factor is the amount of time we have available for study before the ship begins breaking up." Ketal  concluded.  "Then it would seem that the number one priority would be to go down  to the planet and see if the natives do." Vanyssa looked over at the  her and Dr. Mias.  "In your estimation, could we, with our present  knowledge, pass for natives on that planet ?  Albeit from a city far  from the one we will chose."  Vanyssa flat out asked.  "If not, how long do you think it would be before you could assemble the necessary  data and coach some of our people on the relevant points ?"  "Well, it would seem that the language of most of the species have a  bit of terran dialect in it.  Also, it would seem the other part has a  somewhat musical flow to it.  Now I don't really understand why a  planet this far from earth and the level of technology they have would  have a part of their dialect in it. Once you get to understand it, it is quiet a beautiful language.  And there mannerisms are not all that  different from ours just more fluid.  Now, as you know, we would have  some trouble with some of the more obvious crew members in their  culture but most of us could be medically altered to resemble them.  The sentence formation is unlike what we have, it is more like, in an earth example, of a oriental trying to speak standard.  We need to be  very cautious in whatever we do as I believe this species to be very  intelligent and would be able to grasp our nature easily.  Maybe  another couple of days of more observation and analyzing would be better."  Ana replied and waited for the Captain to decide what next.  She looked back at the ensign and he still seemed fasinated of her.  "You all have your assignments."  Vanyssa said, rising.  "Please get  status reports to me by 1600, as well as ETAs."  She smiled around at  them all. "You are  a good crew, you all make me quite proud to be  here, with you."   ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.22   (USS Mystique, Bridge, OPS, Lt (jg) HHril, 0950)   HHril had sat at his station, waiting for the Vulcan to exit the ready room.  When he finally saw him, he rose and headed towards the door Sarouk had just exited.  Pushing the signal button to the left of the door, HHril waited to be admitted to the Captains ready room.   "Come." came the muffled noise of a voice from behind the door.  HHril pushed a second button on the keypad and entered the room.   "Captain," began the young Romulan.  "I would like to add something to my initial idea on how to remove that ship from orbit, Sir.  The procedure cannot be completed from the exterior of the ship alone.  We will have to send people inside."   -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------    Stardate: 2406.10.22  (USS Mystique, Ambassador's Lounge, Ambassador Anastasia Tar-Tharian, 1048)  Ana had been discussing the further findings of the species on the  planet.  A copy of a conversation that had evidently been picked up  from the planet.  Most of it was not new but the part about the flying  box was and Ana had a theory about it immediately.  Looking around at the other two she relayed what she thought.  "I  believe that the reference of the flying box could be of one of  possibly three things.  One, it could mean that they are referencing  the ship that is orbit around their planet now or two, and this one I hope not, is that they are talking about this ship.  Now with the reference of 'flying box of forefathers' could be the third idea, is  that they are talking about the ship or ships that brought the terrans  to their world in the first place."  She sat back in her chair waiting for the others to voice their opinions before they sent word to the  captain.  Riven listened intently at what she said and decided that he would see  what Ketal thought of what she had said before giving his.   ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------   Stardate: 2406.10.22 (USS Mystique - CSO's office - CSO Ketal - 10:49)   After replaying the message several times Ketal had downloaded the current scientific reports for the planet onto a PADD so that Vanyssa, ~ The Captain ~ he corrected himself could review them later. Because the other data collection was still ongoing and would take quite a bit of time to break down this was all he would have for at least another eight hours.     After downloading the information and with his mind still on the recording he considered his next step. ~ The Ambassador would no doubt have much more expertise in this field, perhaps I should speak with her about this. ~   "Computer, what is the location of Ambassador Tar-Tharian?"   [Ambassador Tar-Tharian is currently in the Ambassador's Lounge.]   After receiving the reply he took the PADD with him to give to Vanyssa later and left his office.   ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------   Stardate: 2406.10.22   (USS Mystique - Ambassador's Lounge - CSO Ketal  1053)   When the door to the Ambassador's Lounge opened Ketal saw that he had intruded upon a meeting, he inclined his head in respect and apology to the Ambassador who was holding the floor and turned to leave. Her voice however stopped him before he could exit the Lounge.   ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------   Stardate: 2406.10.22  (USS Mystique - Ambassador's Lounge - Ambassador Anastasia Tar-Tharian, 1056)  Ana had finally got to talk with Travis, as Keswick told her to call  him, to see what he had wanted when the door opened.  There stood Mr.  Ketal and it was clear that he had wanted or needed to talk to her but  he then made his apologies.  "No appologies needed, come in and what is on your mind?"  Ana told him then turned to Travis. "I think we will have plenty of time to  talk more, could you excuse us?"   ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------   Stardate: 2406.10.22  (USS Mystique - Computer Lab - Ensign Jason Dema - 1202)   Jason was close to finding a pattern when Travis walked back in.  "According to my notes, Adjust the beam control assembly master  circuit to allow for a tightly condensed beam, set the computer to rotate the beam frequency."  Just at that moment, the computer finished his search and the results displayed on the screen, and Travis continued.  "With the tightened beam and the rotating frequency when the beam brakes throw the computer will  stop and stay at the proper setting. I think  this will work it might take a little adjusting but I think this will work"  Travis gave the PADD to Jason and Jason studied it for a while....  "This is interesting, but did it work at the academy? and what kind of anomaly's were it?"  (reply Keswick)  "But a tight beam, if I'm correct, this will produce more heat in the weapon-systems. If there is combat, we need to cool them down faster,  or they'll overheat. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------   Stardate: 2406.10.22  (USS Mystique - Computer Lab -TASC Ensign Travis Keswick - 1204)  "This is interesting, but did it work at the academy? and what kind of anomaly's were it?" Jason sead well looking at the padd  Yes but to overcome the over heating of the weapon systems we  reinforced the prefire chamber and the emitter crystals by  transferring the extra power back throw the safety interlock assembly  and dispersing it thew out the hole weapon system.the system will heat up but if we reinforce the beam control assembly  it should handle the extra heat. and will cool down at a faster rate.  (Reply Jason)  Then Travis demonstrates the modifications  on the computer simulation.  This will work trust me. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------   Stardate: 2406.10.23 (USS Mystique, Shuttlebay, CO Captain Vanyssa Winters, 0900)  Vanyssa was in the shuttle bay as the team was getting ready to head  over to the decaying ship.  She walked over to Tourana and spoke  softly, "Your orders are to get the away team out of there with the  modified transporters if there is trouble, Ensign. That is your number  one priority."  (reply Tourana)  She spoke to Hhril. "If there is any trouble, your first priority is  the away team, not the planet. Understand ?"  Vanyssa knew that this  was Hhril's first mission in command,  and she was going to have to  trust him.  "Ensign Dema, is your team ready to go ?"  She looked at  the couple of combat engineers that  Lee had assigned to this expedition and hoped that their combined experience would aid the  mission.  (reply Dema)  She nodded to Sarouk. "God speed to you, and good luck." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------   Stardate: 2406.10.23   (USS Mystique - Shuttlebay - Ensign Jason Dema - 0905) Jason was checking his team before departure, when suddenly Vanyssa came up to him. "Ensign Dema, is your team ready to go ?"   "Yes Ma'am, we're ready to leave any time." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------   Stardate: 2406.10.23   (USS Mystique, Conference Room, CO Captain Vanyssa Winters, 0950)  "Mr. Belinia, Dr. Weir, Dr. Mias,  Mr. Keswick, Mr. Ketal, Mr. Herk,  and Ambassador, please report to the conference room at your earliest  convenience.  Quite quickly the rest of the senior staff assembled.  Vanyssa looked  them over. "Dr. Weir, Are the preperations ready to modify some of our  people to go down to the planet ?"  Kellita nodded. "We can make the suitable alterations to skin and hair  and body, Captain.  It will take about a half hour per person. There  is a great deal of variation among the people that we have observed.   Not all of them have the 'wings'  so I think that only one of our  people will have them.  And I think I've come up with a way to make  them fly."  She said with a grin, illustrating on the screen.  "Excellent."  Vanyssa replied.  "Mr. Herk, you are the best pilot that we have on this ship.  Therefore, you will not be going on this away mission, I need you here  in order to pilor my ship.  Please chose a suitable pilot from among  your staff."  (reply Herk - Al just make a PC up :-)  "Dr. Mias, you will be going to the planet, as will Mr. Belinia, Mr.  Keswick and Mr. Ketal. Ambassador, it is up to you if you would like  to participate in this away mission - I will not order you.  Mr.  Keswick, speak with Major Lee about acquiring a team of two skilled  marines to accompany you.  I want all of you implanted with locators  and  in-ear comms, as well as voice communicators.  I want there to be  no chance that anything can happen to you.  You are all too important  to the continued functionality of this vessel."  (reply Mias, Belinia, Keswick, Ketal, Ambassador)  Dr. Weir spoke up, "Captain, I think one of the medical personnel  should go along to assist with the away team."  Vanyssa nodded. "Of course, please select someone suitable, Dr. Weir."  Kellita inclined her head in agreement.  "Your primary mission is to ascertain what these people know about  their ancestors, how they arrived, what exactly this 'flying box of  the forefathers' is and to find out what they know about that ship.   Any other data that you collect will of course be invaluable."   Vanyssa looked around the table, catching each of their eyes. "You  will not reveal yourselves to be outsiders, this is not a first  contact mission. You will act as much like these people as you can.   Ambassador, Dr. Mias, I believe you have already programmed the  replicator for suitable clothing, accessories and currency ?"  (Reply Ambassador, Mias)  Vanyssa nodded. "You will leave at 1400 today for the planet. Mr.  Belinia, I leave the further planning of this mission up to you."   Vanyssa said, getting up and heading out. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------   Stardate: 2406.10.23  (USS Mystique, Conference Room, Ambassador Anastasia Tar-Tharian, 0952)  =/\=Mr. Belinia, Dr. Weir, Dr. Mias,  Mr. Keswick, Mr. Ketal, Mr.  Herk, and Ambassador, please report to the conference room at your  earliest convenience.=/\= Ana heard over the com system and she headed  for the conference room once again.  When she arrived most of the  others had already arrived, so, she found her seat and sat down.  "Dr. Weir, Are the preperations ready to modify some of our people to go down to the planet ?" Vanyssa said as she looked everyone over.  Kellita nodded. "We can make the suitable alterations to skin and hair  and body, Captain.  It will take about a half hour per person. There  is a great deal of variation among the people that we have observed.   Not all of them have the 'wings'  so I think that only one of our  people will have them.  And I think I've come up with a way to make  them fly."  She said with a grin, illustrating on the screen.  "Excellent."  Vanyssa replied.  "Mr. Herk, you are the best pilot that we have on this ship.   Therefore, you will not be going on this away mission, I need you here  in order to pilor my ship.  Please chose a suitable pilot from among  your staff."  "Dr. Mias, you will be going to the planet, as will Mr. Belinia, Mr.  Keswick and Mr. Ketal. Ambassador, it is up to you if you would like  to participate in this away mission - I will not order you.  Mr.  Keswick, speak with Major Lee about acquiring a team of two skilled  marines to accompany you.  I want all of you implanted with locators and  in-ear comms, as well as voice communicators.  I want there to be  no chance that anything can happen to you.  You are all too important  to the continued functionality of this vessel."  Riven just smiled back to Vanyssa her knowing what was on his mind he did not need to speak it.  "Captain, I would love to accompany the away team as I want to see how  we react with the people and I would love to learn of those we watch.   You never know when and where an ambassador will be needed."  Ana said  in a non committal tone but she did smile.  Ana did not listen to the next set of comments but looked over to  where Keswick was sitting and knew that he would be there.  She would  have to watch him closely to see how he performs.  She was brought  back when the captain started talking about the mission.  "Your primary mission is to ascertain what these people know about their ancestors, how they arrived, what exactly this 'flying box of  the forefathers' is and to find out what they know about that ship.   Any other data that you collect will of course be invaluable."   Vanyssa looked around the table, catching each of their eyes. "You  will not reveal yourselves to be outsiders, this is not a first  contact mission. You will act as much like these people as you can.   Ambassador, Dr. Mias, I believe you have already programmed the  replicator for suitable clothing, accessories and currency ?"  "Yes, Captain we have after much study of all the people we could  find. I believe that they will be suitable for the surrounding  natives."  Ana replied  Vanyssa nodded. "You will leave at 1400 today for the planet. Mr.  Belinia, I leave the further planning of this mission up to you."   Vanyssa said, getting up and heading out. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------   Stardate: 2406.10.23  (USS Mystique- Conference Room- Conn- Lt Herkimer 78 - 0955)  "Mr. Herk, you are the best pilot that we have on this ship.   Therefore, you will not be going on this away mission, I need you here in order to pilot my ship.  Please chose a suitable pilot from among your staff."  Herk sat still for a moment, a little disappointed.  S/he had already  begun to think about things to do witht the other ship in order to keep it  from falling to the planet. S/he had wondered whether after all these years  if the engines still worked.  Now,s/he was going to be staying behind. It made sense, s/he just didn't like it.  There wasn't much choice on a new ship like Mystique.  Herk, of course, had  checked out the other pilots, and Conn officers and knew who s/he'd  want if  something had happened to hir.  "I would recommed Ensign Bill Jansen," she said.  "He's probably the  best matural pilot I've seen in a while.  He is young though Captain, and  he may need a heavy hand." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------   Stardate: 2406.10.23   (USS Mystique, Conference Room, TASC Ensign Travis Keswick, 0955)  Travis walked into the conference room and took a set next to the  Ambassador.  "Dr. Mias, you will be going to the planet, as will Mr. Belinia, Mr.  Keswick and Mr. Ketal. Ambassador, it is up to you if you would like  to participate in this away mission - I will not order you.  Mr.  Keswick, speak with Major Lee about acquiring a team of two skilled  marines to accompany you.  I want all of you implanted with locators  and  in-ear comms, as well as voice communicators.  I want there to be  no chance that anything can happen to you.  You are all too important  to the continued functionality of this vessel."  Travis looked at the CO.  "Yes Ma'am.  As the captain continued with the mission  briefing he took notes on his padd.  "You will leave at 1400 today for the planet. Mr. Belinia, I leave the  further planning of this mission up to you."  As the captain got up and left the room Travis stood up "Ambassador when time permits may I speak to you".  Then Travis turned  and walked out the door and headed to Major Lee's office. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------   Stardate: 2406.10.23   (USS Mystique - Conference Room, - CSO Ketal - 0957)   "Mr. Belinia, Dr. Weir, Dr. Mias, Mr. Keswick, Mr. Ketal, Mr. Herk, and Ambassador, please report to the conference room at your earliest convenience.   Ketal was at Science 1 on the bridge when Vanyssa's call for a meeting came over the intercom, he set the computer to record the accumulating data while on standby and returned the board to passive sensor scans. Those called arrived quickly and the Captain began giving out instructions with no delay.  "Dr. Weir, Are the preperations ready to modify some of our people to go down to the planet ?" The woman nodded. "We can make the suitable alterations to skin and hair and body, Captain. It will take about a half hour per person. There is a great deal of variation among the people that we have observed. Not all of them have the 'wings' so I think that only one of our people will have them. And I think I've come up with a way to make them fly." She grinned at the last remark and brought up a diagram on the screen. "Excellent." Vanyssa replied. "Mr. Herk, you are the best pilot that we have on this ship. Therefore, you will not be going on this away mission, I need you here in order to pilor my ship. Please chose a suitable pilot from among your staff." "I would recommed Ensign Bill Jansen," S/he said. "He's probably the bestnatural pilot I've seen in a while. He is young though Captain, and he mayneed a heavy hand." "Dr. Mias, you will be going to the planet, as will Mr. Belinia, Mr. Keswick and Mr. Ketal. Ambassador, it is up to you if you would like to participate in this away mission - I will not order you. Mr. Keswick, speak with Major Lee about acquiring a team of two skilled marines to accompany you. I want all of you implanted with locators and in-ear comms, as well as voice communicators. I want there to be no chance that anything can happen to you. You are all too important to the continued functionality of this vessel."    Ketal nodded at her orders. "Understood Captain."   "Captain, I would love to accompany the away team as I want to see how we react with the people and I would love to learn of those we watch. You never know when and where an ambassador will be needed." The Ambassador said with a smile. Dr. Weir spoke up, "Captain, I think one of the medical personnel should go along to assist with the away team." Vanyssa nodded. "Of course, please select someone suitable, Dr. Weir."Kellita inclined her head in agreement. "Your primary mission is to ascertain what these people know about their ancestors, how they arrived, what exactly this 'flying box of the forefathers' is and to find out what they know about that ship. Any other data that you collect will of course be invaluable." Vanyssa looked around the table, catching each of their eyes. "You will not reveal yourselves to be outsiders, this is not a first contact mission. You will act as much like these people as you can. Ambassador, Dr. Mias, I believe you have already programmed the replicator for suitable clothing, accessories and currency ?"   Ketal was pleased that he had been chosen to go to the planet on the first mission, this was an extraordinary opportunity to observe a hybrid alien culture that had not yet been either contacted or observed by any Starfleet personnel. That they would not be revealing themselves to the natives was a given, the Prime Directive specifically stated that requirement for a culture still in this early stage of developement. Except under extraordinary circumstances could a culture be directly contacted by Starfleet personnel until after they had achieved spaceflight and a certain level of social developement.  "Your primary mission is to ascertain what these people know about their ancestors, how they arrived, what exactly this 'flying box of the forefathers' is and to find out what they know about that ship. Any other data that you collect will of course be invaluable." Vanyssa looked around the table, catching each of their eyes. "You will not reveal yourselves to be outsiders, this is not a first contact mission. You will act as much like   these people as you can. Ambassador, Dr. Mias, I believe you have alreadyprogrammed the replicator for suitable clothing, accessories and currency ?" "Yes, Captain we have after much study of all the people we could find. I believe that they will be suitable for the surrounding natives." The Ambassador replied Vanyssa nodded. "You will leave at 1400 today for the planet. Mr. Belinia, I leave the further planning of this mission up to you." Vanyssa said, getting up and heading out.   Ketal nodded at her orders and waited for the Commander to begin his briefing. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------   Stardate: 2406.10.23  (USS Mystique - Conference Room, - TASC Ensign Travis Keswick - 0958)  "Dr. Weir, Are the preperations ready to modify some of our people to  go down to the planet ?"  The woman nodded. "We can make the suitable alterations to skin and  hair and body, Captain. It will take about a half hour per person.  There is a great deal of variation among the people that we have  observed. Not all of them have the 'wings' so I think that only one of  our people will have them. And I think I've come up with a way to make  them fly."  She grinned at the last remark and brought up a diagram on the screen.  "Excellent." Vanyssa replied.  Dr Weir There will be two marines with us for security so I will have  the  wings.if you wont. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------   Stardate: 2406.10.23  (USS Mystique, Conference Room, Ambassador Anastasia Tar-Tharian, 0959)  As the meeting was breaking up, Ana noticed that Travis had positioned  himself were he could come by her to say something.  She then made it  easy for him to accomplish his goal, he was so obvious what he wanted  to do.  "Ambassador when time permits may I speak to you".  "I would be glad to speak with you, Mr. Keswick. Just let me know  when." She replied with a smile -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------   Stardate: 2406.10.23   (USS Mystique, Major Lees Office, TASC Ensign Travis Keswick 1010)  Travis pressed the door bell  out side major Lee's office.  (Reply Lee)  Travis walked into Lees office to see him siting behind his desk  looking over a padd.  "Major the captain has asked me to acquire two skilled marines to join  me on an  away mission"  (Reply Lee)  Thank you Please have them report to me as soon as it is convenience. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------   Stardate: 2406.10.23   (USS Mystique, Computer Lab, TASC Ensign Travis Keswick - 1200)  Travis walked back into the computer lab where Jason was working.  "According to my notes" Travis started as he looked at his padd.  "Adjust the beam control assembly master circuit to allow for a  tightly condensed beam."  "Set the computer to rotate the beam frequency."  "With the tightened beam and the rotating frequency when the beam  brakes throw the computer will  stop and stay at the proper setting".  "I think this will work it might take a little adjusting but I think  this will work"  He sead as he handed the padd to Jason. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------   Stardate: 2406.10.23    (USS Mystique, Ready Room ,CO, Captain Vanyssa Winters, 1230)    Vanyssa sat on her bridge, reviewing her performance records.  ~It's a trap.~  Was her immediate reaction. She got up, staring at the  shuttle.  "Lt. Herk, is it broadcasting the proper codes  ?"  Herk replied that it did indeed.  "Let it dock, but have security watch it."  She said, frowning even  deeper. Someone should have told her that she was to be expecting new  personnel.  "I'll be in my ready room. Have the new personnel report there."  She stalked into her ready room, trying not to slam something in the  way.  It really made her truly angry that no one had thought to inform  her of this man's arrival.  "Come in" Vanyssa stated when the chime went off.  "Ensign James C. Denton, reporting for duty Sir."  stated James  proudly.  Vanyssa frowned at him. "Ensign, who posted you here ?"  She asked,  stopping her pacing and standing directly in front of the new Ensign.  (reply Denton)  "And what post did he post you at ? Did he give you orders?"  She  said, firing rapid questions at him.  Oo'lish  had somehow slipped  into the room and was at a post behind Vanyssa.  Vanyssa was very glad  to have her bodyguard there.  (reply Denton)  "I see."  She said, taking the PADD from her and moving behind her desk, seeing Jopek's glyph appear as well as the computer verifying  that all the security codes were right.  "Ensign, I sense no deceit  from you, I sense only confusion. Allow me to explain to you what is  going on at the moment.  The Fleet you have just joined is considered  to be traitors by the rest of Starfleet. The ship you have just been  assigned to is on a search and destroy mission by Starfleet.   I don't  know if you are loyal to Admiral Doenitz or Admiral LoDona.  I wasn't  even expecting you.  You are very lucky that you didn't get blown out  of the sky.   At the moment your superior is over there..."  And she  pointed out the window. "On that old Earth style colonization ship,  trying to make it not fall into the athmosphere. I'm sorry, I don't  have time for you to settle in at the moment. Seek out Commander  Belinnia, the First Officer and ask him to explain things to you  further.  Then report to medical for an exam by Dr. Weir and  Radchenko. Finally, report to Engineering and speak with the Duty  Officer to bring you up to speed.  The Mystique is not a standard  Akira ship -- she has a number of modifications useful to her as an  exploratory vessel."  (reply Denton)  "Dismissed, Ensign. Make me proud."  When he was gone, Vanyssa sat back down and began to compose a message to Jopek and LoDona,  informing them that they really needed to send some word about new  personnel arriving. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------   Stardate: 2406.10.23  (Resorte Training Facilities,  Admiral's Office  Ensign Denton- 15.05)  James left the Admiral's Office, feeling proud and excited that he was  going to start his Starfleet career. Under the orders of Admiral  Jopek, James reported to the Shuttle Hangar. He walked in and found  just one shuttle and the pilot leaning up against the ship.  "Hey. I guess you're Ensign Denton. I'm Lt. Parker. Well get in, I  hear you need to get to the Mystique quickly."  The shuttle left the hangar and quickly cleared the Earth's orbit. The  shuttle  jumped to warp  and left the solar system. After a couple of  days the Mystique was finally visible. It was  nothing as how James  had pictured. He never served on a starship of that size or class. The  shuttle was clear for docking and Lt. Parker brought the shuttle in  slowly. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------   (USS Gunnel - Pilot- Ensign Bill Jansen- 1405) (USS Gunnel - TASC Ensign Travis Keswick  - 1410) (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais - Ensign Travis Keswick  - 1432) (USS Mystique- Bridge- Conn- Lt. Herkimer 78- 1442) (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais -Dr. Riven Mias - 1443) (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais -Ensign Travis Keswick - 1445) (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais -Ensign Bill Jansen - 1452) (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais -Ensign Travis Keswick - 1453) (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Matais - CESgt Peters & Nurse Ens Jones; 1500) (Planet: Raellius VI - City of Matais - Market place - CSO Ketal - 1501) (USS Mystique, Bridge, CO, Captain Vanyssa Winters, 1510) (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais, Marketplace - Dr. Riven Mias - 1532) (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais, Marketplace - Ensign Travis Keswick - 1533) (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais, Marketplace - Ensign Jansen - 1534) (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais, plaza  - Dr. Riven Mias - 1535) =/\= BEGIN COMPILE=/\= (USS Fleet of Foot, OPS, Lt  (jg) HHril, 0950) Ensign Tourana had performed an external sweep of the Conestoga Class ship and they had been able to find what they were looking for, and a whole lot more.  The old ship was still intact, but there were many places where the hull had buckled leaving vast sections of the interior of the ship open to space.  This would undoubtedly cause complications for the away team, and HHril had run scans in an attempt to discern the extent of the damage to the interior of the ship.  At last, they had come across a docking port.  Perhaps the term went a bit beyond what it really was.  A simple air lock on the side of the ship.  It would serve it's purpose, however, as their entry way into the vessel. "Take us in, Ensign." HHril said as began scanning the airlock.  "Very gently.  We don't know what kind of shape the inertial dampening systems are in.  The last thing we want to do is knock her into the atmosphere ourselves." HHril monitored as the skilled pilot officer slowly guided the runabout into position using only the thrusters.  "Lieutenant HHril to Mystique.  We are 10 meters from the Conestoga Colony vessel.  5 meters.  4. 3. 2. 1."  A slight nudge was all that could be felt as Tourana docked the Fleet of Foot with its target.  HHril began tapping commands into his console, ensuring that the ship was indeed capable of attaching to the airlock.  He found that it was.  "HHril to Mystique.  We have hard dock." The first part of the mission had gone precisely as planned.  They had docked with the ship without knocking it out of its orbit.  It was a good start to his first mission in command, but there was so much more to do.  ~Better get on with it.~ he thought to himself as spun his seat around to face Ensign Dema. "You're up." he said to the young officer as he rose from his seat and headed to the docking door in the rear compartment.  "Take your men and perform a sweep of the docking area.  I want onto that ship as quickly as possible.  Is that understood?" (reply Dema) HHril hit three keys on the docking door and it opened, showing the exterior hull of the colony vessel.  A ship that had not been touched by human hands in over 300 years.  "Be safe." he said to Dema and his small team as he stepped back, allowing them to enter the airlock.  He closed the door behind them and watched as their suit systems came online one at a time.  They were about to enter a ship that left earth before the federation.  Before the Earth Romulan war.  What would they find on the other side?  Only time would tell. HHril headed back to his seat in the front of the Runabout to watch the progress of the first wave of the away team. "Lieutenant Sarouk." he said as he spun around to face the Vulcan after receiving all clear from the security team on the ship.  "We are next.  Ensign Tourana." he said as he stood.  "Keep your finger on the transporter button.  I want to be able to get out of there as soon as possible." (reply Tourana) HHril smiled at her before he headed to the rear of the small ship and over to the docking door.  But this time, it was so that he could step across and the unknown vessel.  So many questions needed answers.  What ship was this?  What was it doing out here?  Why didn't the colonists land the ship? Would they be able to save it?  All these questions ran through his mind as he put his helmet into place.  He heard the locks engage and all systems within the suit come on line.  He stepped into the airlock, and this time was accompanied by Lieutenant Sarouk.  Once inside, the door to the Runabout was closed and the door to the colony vessel was opened.  HHril stepped through and into the world of pre-Federation Earth. [Posted by Matt] (USS Fleet of Foot - Ensign Jason Dema - 0956) Jason was relaxing the whole flight, waiting for the dock to commence, he heard the pilot counting down the distance to the ship, and felt a soft shock when they docked ~perfest landing~ He thought. Then Hhril turned to Jason. "You're up, Take your men and perform a sweep of the docking area.  I want onto that ship as quickly as possible.  Is that understood?" "Yes Sir." Jason turned to his team. "Okay guys, this is it, let's go." Hhril allready opened the airlock and Jason stepped in, followed by the rest of his team "Be safe." HHril said as they stepped in, and when everyone antered HHril closed the airlock. "Okay guys, turn on your suits, and watch each others backs." Jason decompressed the airlock, and turned to the hatch to see how it would open. there was a sturdy wheel wich didn't budge. "A little help here guys." A strong marine came forth and they put all their strenght on the wheel, wich slowly started moving. the more it moved the easier it got, and soon Jason could turn it alone. Then the wheel stopped and the door opened a bit. He pulled the door open and entered first, closely followed by the rest. When they entered, small corridor, probably to connect 2 large spaces with each other. He scanned for air and radiation, but the disturbances interfered. "Okay, I want this place secure as soon as possible." He divided the team in 2, each to scan a different direction. Jason took the one leading to the back of the ship and went in front together with 2 other marines while the other three went the other way. at certain points, the hallway was to narrow, so only one could pass at a time. they eventually came to a door and opened it, to see a large staging area, probably meant for housing colonists. =/\= All clear here Sir. =/\= sounded over the comms =/\= Same here.=/\= Jason said =/\= Ensign Jason to Lt. HHril, entrance is safe, it's safe to enter, we'll continue our search. I advise to keep your suits on at all time cause the scanners can't give a clear reading on the air and radiation. =/\= (reply HHril) "one of you stay here and provide escort for the Lt." Jason advanced, giving no attention to the mess in the room. he noticed some dead bodies but continued to secure the ship. He continued to the back of the ship scanning every part as good as possible. He entered yet another large area with many devices wich looked like generators. he assumed he was in engineering. Just then HHril sounded over the comms =/\= Mr. Dema, Have you located the engine room of the ship? =/\= =/\= Yes, At least I think so =/\= jason said. =/\= Excellent.  Hold position.  Lt. Sarouk and I are on our way. =/\= =/\= I've seen these devices before, they look pretty messed up, want me to take a look at them? =/\= (reply HHril) (posted by Anthony Struelens) (Conestoga Class Ship, OPS, Lt (jg) HHril, 1030) There was nothing particularly aesthetically pleasing about the interior of the vessel.  As could be expected from a ship of this period, it was built for function, not comfort.  The hallway they were in was narrow, barely large enough for two people to walk side by side.  There were no casings on the walls.  They were the metal constructs that held the ship together, nothing more.  At 10 meter intervals, bulkheads caused the corridor to narrow even more so that only one person could pass through at a time.  At the end of the corridor, HHril could see a doorway that had been opened by the security force and one of the men standing at the door.  The flash of the cells carried by the men ahead could be seen in the room on the other side of the door.  HHril and Sarouk began to advance towards the room. Stepping through the door, they found that they were in the main colonist chamber.  This room was the largest single area on the ship.  There were still remnants of the colonists in the chamber.  Makeshift homes littered the interior.  Fenced areas where livestock would have been kept were off to one end.  There were also chicken coops and storage pools where fish would have been kept.  All were empty now.  HHril began to walk around the chamber of the ship.  He started with the small makeshift houses.  The first house seemed normal enough.  A set of bunk beds against both walls in the first room would have been for children.  This was also the main room of the house.  A table and chairs still sat in the middle.  A deck of cards scattered over the surface.  Cookware hung on the walls and littered the floor as did the dishes.  Some broken.  Some intact.  HHril approached the set bunk beds on the left wall of the house.  Next to the pillow, a stuffed animal lie on its side.  What had happened to make these people leave their ship in such a hurry.  He approached the back room of the house.  The door was closed.  He pushed it open.  What was waiting for him on the other side was not what he had expected. Laying on the bed in the middle of the room were the corpses of a man, a woman, and three young children.  HHril was standing in a tomb.  The mystery of this vessel had just gone to the next level.  He tapped his comm badge as he exited the first house and entered a second.  "Mr Sarouk.  I think you better come over here." (reply Sarouk) The second house had been emptied of all its contents.  A third house showed the same.  Everything was gone.  As they continued throughout the makeshift village, they came across several houses who's occupants had not left the ship and an equal number who had.  Something had happened aboard this old ship that made half of the colonists stay on board while the other half left.  The question was, what had happened? "What do you make of it?" he asked of the Vulcan. (reply Sarouk) He tapped his comm badge again.  "HHril to Mystique." =/\=Go ahead Lieutenant.=/\= came the voice of the Captain. "We have located several corpses here, Sir." he said, shifting his weight as he spoke.  "Approximatly half of the colonists are still aboard this ship.  They never made it to the planet." (reply Winters) "Once we have stabalized the vessel in orbit, I would like permission to stay and try to figure out exactly what happened." (reply Winters) "Understood.  HHril out." "We will have ample time to figure out exactly what happened once we have stabalized the ship in orbit." he said as he led the way out of the small house they were in.  "That is our mission.  That is our first priority.  We need to find engineering section."  He tapped his comm badge a third time.  "Mr. Dema." he said not waiting for a reply.  "Have you located the engine room of the ship?" (reply Dema) "Excellent.  Hold position.  Lt. Sarouk and I are on our way." (reply any, all noted above) (posted by Matthew Elias) (USS Mystique - Mess Hall; ACEO Ensign Denton ; 1235) "Did the Captain say what she wanted your role to be during all this?" Peter sat back and wiped his mouth on his napkin, took a sip of his lemonade and waited for the reply. "No sir, I was not yet given my role for this mission. I am still supposed to report to the Chief Engineer for more information. Perhaps I should find out what exactly my post is from the Captiain." suggested James. "Good idea ensign." James left the mess hall to seek out the CEO and Captain. [Posted by Jason Tripp] (USS Gunnel - Pilot- Ensign Bill Jansen- 1405) Jansen sat at the controls of the shuttle silently.  The orange fur that the doc had made grow all over him was starting to itch.  He inadvertantly reached up and scratched at the cat like ears he now sported.  He suddenly became self conscious of the action and brought his hand back down, bristling the whiskers coming from under his nose.  he remembered his first reaction as he saw a calico car staring back at him from a mirror. The doc had said that the natural color of his hair lent to the persona that he had created.  Bill had to admit that it looked pretty exotic.  He wondered if he'd e able to try it out to get a date before changing back. He heard that chicks really dig the interspecial thing. He looked around the cabin of the shuttle.  The away team looked like the most rag-tag group of miscrossed aliens he had ever seen.  It was like something out of fantasy holo-novel he had read once.  He fought the urge to lick himself and returned his focus to the flying of the shuttle. Jansen worked hard to bring the shuttle close to the ground, undetected, and he seemd to have been successful.  He landed in the desginated coordinates and turned to the team.  "Ladies and gentlemen, this concludes the floght oportion of our mission, please make your way to the nearest exit." Not everyone enjoyed his attempt at levety, but Jensen went on unperturbed. He led the way off the shuttle and jumped to the ground.  He was followed by the silver and blue furred Mias, who was giving Jansen the willies.  The pilot didn't like the idea that the counselor could know what he was thinking or feeling.  Then he wondered if Mias knew of his unease, and tried to erase the thought from his mind. Jansen followed Lt. Cmndr Belinia and his crew back into the shuttle to transport them to their place in town.  Then Mias came back in witht he rest ready to be tranported for their mission.  Jansen hist the timer key and joined them on the pad, just as the transporter engaged. [Posted by Al] (USS Gunnel - TASC Ensign Travis Keswick  - 1410) Travis sat throw the entire shuttle ride reading over all the data on this planet and there mission "Aright, I have located a spot behind a large building, it looks like a dissused alleyway, it should suffice. Once we have successfully beamed into our location, your team, Dr. should also beam to your location. Travis put down his padd and got ready  to beam down [Posted by Travis] (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais - Ensign Travis Keswick  - 1432) The group transported into a small copse of bushes and trees that provided an excellent screen from the outside, the leaves of the trees had a slightly triangular look and were a muted chartreuse. The air was filled with the rich fragrance of the plant life and the sounds of activity in the distance. Looking from the screen of shrubbery several buildings with the shape of step-pyramids could be seen to the left set well apart from one another with a lot of traffic going into and out of them from the ground and air. Before them and to the right were many buildings set densely together. "Those would appear to be our destination. Shall we go?" Sead Dr. Mias pointing over to what looked like pyramidal buildings. " Dr. Mias I think I can get a good concealed vew point of the area from that large tree over and  Travis sead has he pointed to a large tree 25 meters tall with thick branches and coved with bark leaves. (Reply Mias any ) "I will fly ahead and conceal myself at the top of the tree and get the lay of the land then I will report back to you". Travis few ahead about 30 meters to the tree and parched himself on the tallest branch concealing himself with the leaves Travis was looking over the city at the tall buildings shaped like pyramids people coming and going walking and flying. There where dark alleyways between the tall pyramids. The plaza was filed with shops and shopkeepers. Most of the people seamed to be well dressed as went about there day. Travis turned to find the grope and he sow them talking to a man and Mias and  Alesia  looked nerves as the man steeped closer to  them . Travis shot out of the tree like a torpedo  and landed in one of the dark alleys behind the man talking to Mias and Alesia. As he landed he sow the alleys  reflection in a window. All Travis could see was he glowing red eyes looking back at him. Travis got ready to spring at the richly dressed man  if he made the wrong move the team. When the man vanished into the crowed leaving the team standing alone  he could see them ginning and laughing Travis slipped out of the dark alley and behind Mias. "Is every thing ok sr.?"  Travis asked to mias how aparintly didn't see him standing behind him and was startled. (Reply Mias Any) (Posted by Travis) (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais - Dr. Riven Mias - 1435) Once again Jansen marveled at the leaves on the trees.  Their colors were so vibrant and unique.  For the first time he noticed their shapes.  He picked a few leaves and put them in his pocket.  ~ A little souvenir~ "Those would appear to be our destination," Mias suggested pointing.  Jansen looked as he continued, "Shall we go?" He saw a group of pyrimidal buildings through the woods.  It wasn't too far away, maybe 4 kilometers.  His excitement was overwhelming as he almost ran to begin their journey.  He heard a slight harumphing sound as Mias looked at him sternly.  Jansen bowed his head and rejoined the group.  He had to fight his exhuberance. He walked the rest of the way in silnec, pouting.  That mood soon changed as they began to encounter others on the trail.  They were as varied as the away team had made themselves.  Jansen was marveled by the variety of beings that they saw.  It certainly made him feel less self conscious about his own appearance. Then someone approached them.  Who ever he was, he appeared to be quite wealthy.  "Your courtesan is lovely, how much is she for an evening ? She must be new to the area. What are her talents?" Jansen almost gagged, stiffling his laugh.  This being thought that this marine was a....  He shook his head and smiled again.  Well, she did look pretty good.  He watched as the being tryed to buy Trenor.  He reached out and grabbed her.  Jansen went to move but Mias was already on it.  What the counselor did made Jansen step back in suprise. He had seen animals bare their teeth and growl inorder to get a competitor for a mate to back down.  It worked.  "We have an important appointment to keep, my Courtesan and myself and have no more time for talk," Mias told him. The native nodded and backed up while saying. "I understand and beg forgiveness for my tresspass sir. " Then he melted into the crowd and was quickly gone. The action excited the young pilot even more.  He smiled, seeing the benefit of "going native."  Then Mias warned them, "I wouldn't recommend that for amatures." And then laughed. Jansen couldn't wait for his first interaction with one of the natives.  He wondered how animalistic they are.  Then he began to wonder about their females.  Oddly enough, he saw very few females out and about.  The ones that were were kept close to the males they were with. Then Keswick came out of the shadows, apparently watching from there.  "Is everything ok sir?" "Yes Mr. Keswick, everything is fine now," he said.  "Thank you for your vigilance. We seem to have been accosted by someone who wished to purchase the talents of our lovely marine."  Jansen sickered a little, but had to agree with the assesment of how she looked. "You are all right are you not my dear?" he asked. Jansen only smiled at her reply.  She was, after all, a marine. The call from the captain to check caught them all by surprise.  They were now just on the outskirts of the settlement.  The trafic of natives had become quite heavy and they couldnot converse via the communicator without drawing attention to themselves. They headed to one of the pyramids and went inside. Mias began to explain something to them.  "I didn't realize what I was feeling before we were accosted by the gentleman outside earlier but it's starting to make sense. I believe that there more mental talents in operation around us than merely telepathy but I don't know what they might be though I can sense them being used. Ms. Trenor or Mr. Jensen do you have any insights on this?" "The man asked what her talent was," Jansen said.  "That must mean that there are a variety of mental abilities going on here.  I can't even begin to imagine what they could possibly be."  The idea was beginning to make Jansen feel very creepy.  If he didn't like the idea of Mias peeringinto his thoughts, then how would he feel about these natives doing it.  His attraction to the people suddenly became a bit soured. "You could be right," Mias agreed, "we are going to have to be very careful. Telepathy use by the natives alone could be harmful to us by penetrating our disguises but other talents could take us quite literally unawares." Jansen's biggest fears were suddenly becoming realized.  His paranoia that everyone could tell what he was thinking was beginning to grow.  He wanted to point at the marine and say it was her thought.  she's the empath and she brought attention to them.  But he held his tongue.  He also knew that it wasn't right. Mias asked them to search the office while he contacted the captain.  Jansen began to search but was soon distracted by the natives walking byy the small window.  He stopped to watch them, wondering how many of them knew who, and what he really was.  Why hadn't they come to get them.  He couldn't remember the last time he felt so vulnerable. (reply Mias, any) (posted by Al Muir) (USS Mystique- Bridge- Conn- Lt. Herkimer 78- 1442) Herk could sense the captain's agitation.  S/he shared it, in fact.  The Hermat was a pilot by nature and didn't really like the idea of sending another into possible danger in hir place.  But s/he also understood the captain's position.  If something happened on Mysty, as Herk had begun to call her, then s/he was the best equipped to deal with it. Tracing the away teams treck through brush and township was far from exciting, especially since it was all audio.  herk was definitely a visual kind of person.  Still, s/he couldn't help but be intrigued by the conversation that was going on with the marine woman and the native.  It certainly led Herk to believe these people were of a possible higher consciousness.  Herk had an evil grin onhir face when s/he looked up at the captain. "They're psychic?"  She asked Herk.  "Where was THAT in our reconnaissance?"  Herk shrugged hir shoulders.  That was the first s/he heard of it. "Send a wide range hail to the away team members informing them that it appears that some of the natives are telepaths,"  the captain ordered. "Herk, is there any word from the team on the Colony ship?" Herk just shook hir head negative. Dr. Weir walked onto the bridge.  Captain Winter's explained to her that the natives appeared to be telepathic.  The doctor also looked surprised. ""Open a channel to Dr. Mias and Mr. Bellinia," Winters ordered. "Channel open." "Gentleman, at your earliest convenience, please report in."  Vanyssa shivered a bit, suddenly cold.  Something bad was coming. Herk tried to fine tune the sensor array a little while the captain conversed with the away teams.  The sight of the pregnant doctor caught hir attention.  "So doctor, when are you due?" (reply Weir) (posted by Al Muir) (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais -Dr. Riven Mias - 1443) After laughing off his nervousness Riven composed himself and was about to turn around when a voice from behind him made him start slightly.   "Is every thing ok sr.?"  Riven turned to see Ensign Keswick standing behind him and after his initial surprise he chuckled a bit.   "Yes Mr. Keswick, everything is fine now," He said "Thank you for your vigilance. We seem to have been accosted by someone who wished to purchase the talents of our lovely marine." Riven glanced at her once again and was reminded of just how "lovely" this marine truly was.  ~ If she wasn't less than half my age... ~ "You are all right are you not my dear?" He asked the young woman. (Reply: MO Trenor)   It was at this time a call came in from Vanyssa on the Mystique. =^= Gentleman, at your earliest convenience, please report in. =^=   "Hold your position for a moment Mr. Keswick." Riven said as he looked away from Trenor and at the surrounding buildings. (Reply: Ensign Keswick) The foot traffic was getting heavier in the plaza as the day got older, since it was now nearing late efternoon the vendors in the market were doing a brisk business. Fruits and vegetables as well as some small meat animals were in abundance and the din of conversation was growing . The smells were somewhat exotic because of the locale but not at all unpleasant. The nearest of the pyrimidal buildings was only a few hundred feet away and the "Steps" of the pyramid were in three levels. The ground floor was of course the largest and had wide, heavily motifed and burnished double doors made of some kind of reddish metal. There were no stairs or other means of egress to the second or third levels that Mias could see and so he assumed that they were for air traffic only and indeed could see many flying natives making use of several entrances on each level. It appeared as though few were entering the building at this time but there were many leaving. "We need to find a place where we can speak freely for a moment." Riven said. "Perhaps there is somewhere inside that will do. Come with us into the ground floor interior Mr. Keswick so that we don't have to worry about regrouping later." (Reply: Ensign Keswick) Riven led the way to the pyramid, it's large doors opened easily at his pull. Inside it was very cool and well lit. The foyer into which they stepped was wide and tall and the lighting on the walls was coming from intricate, ivy shaped settings. The walls were carved with swirling patterns and natural scenes and were very beautiful. A short hall led from the foyer into a wide chamber with a water fountain which had benches set around it and a lot of greenery. There were doors along the walls of the same metal as the doors outside, one of which was standing partially ajar. Riven walked to it and since there was no one else around he opened it slightly and peered inside then motioned the others in.   The room appeared to be an office of some sort with an oddly shaped desk and chairs and ornate cabinets on each of the three other walls. When everyone else had entered and the door was shut he turned to the others and said. "I didn't realize what I was feeling before we were accosted by the gentleman outside earlier but it's starting to make sense. I believe that there more mental talents in operation around us than merely telepathy but I don't know what they might be though I can sense them being used. Ms. Trenor or Mr. Jensen do you have any insights on this?" (Reply: Mo Trenor or Pilot Jensen) "You could be right, we are going to have to be very careful. Telepathy use by the natives alone could be harmful to us by penetrating our disguises but other talents could take us quite literally unawares. Mr. Keswick I am going to need you to be very vigilant as to threats you can see but use restraint as you did earlier. Do you have any suggestions to make as regarding our safety?" (Reply: Ensign Keswick) "Very good Mr. Keswick. While we are here let us make use of this opportunity to search these cabinets and see if there are papers with information we can use, shall we?" As the others were searching the room Riven said.   "Captain Winters this is Riven reporting in. How may I help you?" (Reply: Captain Winters, Keswick, trenor, Jensen, any) (Posted by Charles) (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais -Ensign Travis Keswick - 1445) "Yes Mr. Keswick, everything is fine now." Mias sead "Thank you for your vigilance. We seem to have been accosted by someone who wished to purchase the talents of our lovely marine." Riven Sead as he looked at her. Just then the captain voice came over the communicator. =^= Gentleman, at your earliest convenience, please report in. =^= "Hold your position for a moment Mr. Keswick." Riven said as he looked away from Trenor and at the surrounding buildings. "Understood Doctor" Travis sead staying ever vigilant of the sarowndigng  buildings and keeping a watchful eye on the team as foot traffic heavier. The nearest of the pyramidal buildings was only a few hundred feet away and the "Steps" of the pyramid were in three levels. The ground floor was of course the largest and had wide, heavily motifed and burnished double doors made of some kind of reddish metal. There were no stairs or other means of egress to the second or third levels that he could see and so he assumed that they were for air traffic only and indeed watched as many flying natives making use of several entrances on each level. The traffic coming out of the building was heavier then the traffic flowing in to them. "We need to find a place where we can speak freely for a moment." Riven said as he turned to the team. "Perhaps there is somewhere inside that will do. Come with us into the ground floor interior Mr. Keswick so that we don't have to worry about regrouping later." "Thats a good idea he sead. "Seeing that traffic coming out of the pyramids is heavier then the traffic going in so we need to move carefully as not to stand out". he added Travis followed Mias as he  led the way to the pyramid, it's large doors opened easily as they walked in. Inside it was very cool and well lit. The foyer into which they stepped was wide and tall and the lighting on the walls was coming from intricate, ivy shaped settings. The walls were carved with swirling patterns and natural scenes and were very beautiful. A short hall led from the foyer into a wide chamber with a water fountain which had benches set around it and a lot of greenery. There were doors along the walls of the same metal as the doors outside, one of which was standing partially ajar. Travis was scanning the hallway as Mias motioned everyone to follow him into the room. Travis was the last one to enter the room and closed the door behind him. The room appeared to be an office of some sort with an oddly shaped desk and chairs and ornate cabinets on each of the three other walls. As Travis scanned the room he could see that the door they just walked throw was the only wat in or out so he stood infront of it. blocking it so he could tell of anyone tried to enter. Mias Turned to the Team "I didn't realize what I was feeling before we were accosted by the gentleman outside earlier but it's starting to make sense. I believe that there more mental talents in operation around us than merely telepathy but I don't know what they might be though I can sense them being used. Ms. Trenor or Mr. Jensen do you have any insights on this?" Travis listened as they gave there thoughts on the peoples mental talents. "You could be right, we are going to have to be very careful. Telepathy use by the natives alone could be harmful to us by penetrating our disguises but other talents could take us quite literally unawares. mias sead as he turned to Travis Mr. Keswick I am going to need you to be very vigilant as to threats you can see but use restraint as you did earlier. Understood Sr.  Travis sead still scanning the room. Do you have any suggestions to make as regarding our safety?" he asked "Just be aware of your surroundings and over all just be careful". he sead ass he looked at the team. "Very good Mr. Keswick. While we are here let us make use of this opportunity to search these cabinets and see if there are papers with information we can use, shall we?" Travis watched as Trenor and Jensen searched the room looking for any information  that would be useful. and Mias was talking with the captain. Travis turned and stared looking throw some files that on the desk. (Reply Mias, Trenor, Jensen, any) (Posted by Travis) (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais -Ensign Bill Jansen - 1452) "Mr. Jansen is something troubling you? Do not hesitate to tell me what is on your mind." The sound of the counselor's voice brought Jansen back to reality with a resounding thud.  "Ummmm..., well, no sir, it's just, the thought of these telepthic beings.  It's kind of ... freightening." "The talents of the natives as we discussed earlier are something we need to be watchful for Mr. Jansen but not feared. A telepath would not be searching everyone's mind  indiscimminately so as long as we do not draw attention to ourselves we will be safe." "Yes sir," Jansen replied, but in his mind he thought, ~Yeah, that's if they play by our rules.~  "It still makes me a little uneasy." "That is quite understandable Mr. Jansen, I know this is your first away mission however it is vital that we find the information we are looking for, please attend to your duties." Jansen knew an order when he heard one and went back to work.  He began searching the desks, but found little of consequence.  Of course, it would have helped if he knew what they were looking for.  What coould they find that would help. Every so often he would feel a tingling in his mind, that kept him on edge. Then he would hear whispers, and turn around to see that nobody was there, or talking.  This whole planet was giving him the heebyjeebies. "Did any of you find anything of value?" Mias asked. "Sorry Doc," Keswick offered, "nothing here but Payroll papers and personnel files and what I think is there idea of a drink." "Not really anything here either," Jansen admitted. Mias didn't seem to pleased.  He reported that the building was obviously an administrative one and had the usual boring records. "Since it is growing late," Mias continued, "I recommend we break off our search for now and find a place where we may stay for the night as well as acquiring something to eat. We are undoubtedly going to need some of the local currency to do so. Does anyone have any suggestions on how to aquire some?" "Well we could always hire out Trenors," Keswick said with a chuckle, "the men seem to like her." Trenors rolled her eyes at him.  Jansen shook his head, but thought that making an offer to her, himself, didn't seem like a bad idea.  She did look very exotic. Riven rolled his eyes at Kesick's tongue in cheek answer. "No Mr. Keswick I am afraid that hiring out Ms. Trenor is not an option," And then smiled at the laughter that ensued. Before leaving the room he checked at the door and hearing nothing slipped through, they gained the door to the entrance walking quickly and stepped outside. [pb Al] (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais -Ensign Travis Keswick - 1453) Travis was looking threw the desk he opined the bottom right hand drawer and sow files that looked like government pay roll papers after examining them he decided that they where of no use to them and moved on. He opined the drawer just above that one and sow some blank forms that where of no use. He opined a big file lick drawer that had personnel file looking threw them he determined they where of no use to them ether. the top center drawer hand an small steal bottle in it so he opined it and sniffed it. The smell was vary strong and bitter Travis almost chocked at the outrages aroma coming from the bottle he quickly put the cover back on. Just then Dr' Mias turned and asked. "Did any of you find anything of value? Travis seeped away from the desk covering his nose and recovering from the bottle. "Sorry Doc nothing here but Payroll papers and personnel files and what I think is there idea of a drink." After the others gave there reports Dr. mias continued. "I was afraid of that. According to the files I went through we are in the administrative building for the local governmental structure meaning we are likely to find nothing of value here. I did see though that there is a flow of materials and information to several other similar buildings that house the Arts, Sciences, Medicine and Research. We may find what we seek in any or all of these buildings. Since it is growing late I recommend we break off our search for now and find a place where we may stay for the night as well as acquiring something to eat. We are  undoubtedly going to need some of the local currency to do so. Does anyone have any suggestions on how to aquire some?" Looking over at Lt.Trenors  and giving her a wink "Well we could always hire out  Trenors them men seem to like her. then he chucked as Trenors rolled her eyes at that idea." Riven rolled his eyes at Keswick's tongue in cheek answer. "No Mr. Keswick I am afraid that hiring out Ms. Trenor is not an option," And then smiled at the laughter that ensued. Then they all filed out of the room Travis being the last one out checking to make shore that the room was just as it was when they got there then closed the door and followed the group out of the building. [pb Travis] (Raellus VI - City of Falais; MnSgt Peters & MdO Ens Jones; 1500/1825) Peters opened a drawer in the filing cabinet. He glanced at the headers of the foolscap files. 'Damage Reports', 'Building Suppliers', 'Risk Assesment', 'Invoices', 'University Plans', 'Financial Statements', 'Financial Reports', 'Possible Locations'. He opened the 'University Plans' file and glanced at them. It seemed that they were on the outer edge of the University of Falais. The building looked like the central administrative building for the university. He saw that there were several buildings which would be of interest to the away team. He memorised the plans and carried on looking through the filing cabinet. Meanwhile Jones was standing in front of the desk, she had opened the only drawer and had found some interesting books and documents. The book titles were 'The history of Raellus VI', 'The language of the Raellians', 'Comman usage of Raellian', 'Earthlian/Raellian language'. The documents were 'Interpretation of the law and freedom of speech', 'Guaranteed rights - Raellians', 'Guaranteed rights - Earthlians', 'Ethnic cleansing - stratagies and consequenses', 'Life before and after the 'Great war''. Jones started to read some of the data in 'The history of Raellus VI'. "The large spacial object came hurtling through the upper atmosphere and fell with such speed that, when it landed, the fallout catchement covered fully two thirds of the planet. This forced the indiginous population to flee their home towns and cities to areas which were not affected by this disaster. The Government was almost compltley destroyed and the people were thrown into a Feudal system once again. The entire planet was flooded with toxic chemicals as the heat from the gigantic ball melted itself. The chemicals and gasses mixed with the atmosphere. The sun had been obscured from view, and its heat could not penetrate the cloud of dust that hung over the entire globe. It rained often, but only chemical laden water. It was a miracle that there were any Raellians left to restart the population." She turned several pages to the start of the next chapter. "After the dust had settled, and the sky could be seen from the ground, the Raellians returned to their once prestigious cities. It had taken 300 years to fully clear from the sky, only those who remembered the incident were aware of what they needed to do, now that it was safe to do so. One side effect that the Raellians were not expecting was the sheer magnetic force which accompanied the object. Their technology was next to useless. And they began to notice that the entire planet was poisoned. They could no longer farm the land, fish the waters or even eat the birds or animals. Everything that had been exposed to the elements was useless." Again she turned to another chapter. "The population, while in hiding, eventually decreased in size. Almost the entire population died of disease or malnutrition in the first three years. It was a hard and lonely existence during this dark period. There were only 4,000 Raellians alive, and after a few years they too began to decrease in number. It became evident to those who were medicaly trained, that the male population had become infertile, while the fertility of the females had increased. An odd side effect you will agree, and it baffles scientists to this day." There she stopped. Peters was still rummaging through the filing cabinets under the bookcases along the opposite wall to the door. "Found anything?" She asked. "Yeah, quite a bit. This office seems to belong to a proffessor or someone who is increadible well read." He turned to face her. "There are loads of books here to do with history and politics. Plans for the university, financial statements and reports. In that cabinet there [he pointed] there are huge volumes of thesis' and dissertations on the history of the population. You?" "Pretty much the same, I found books on the native language and all sorts of files to do with history. It is really interesting." Here she recited what she had read and he moved towards  the desk. He pocketed the book which still lay open and the language books. Then he took the files to do with ethnic cleansing and the great war. "I think we have spent too much time here. Let's get out." The two of them returned the office to its previous state and removed the chair from its position under the door handle. Peters looked out of the door and saw that the lobby wasnow full of people, whispering and shouting. Something was going on. It provided a good cover so they darted out of the offce and into the crowd. They headed towards the exit that the First Officer had exited by and slipped unnoticed out of the builliding. They headed into the market as dusk fell over the city. It seemed to bring a carnival atmosphere to the area. Smells flooded their senses, divine perfumes mingled with fruits and flowers of unimaginable beauty. they came between two stalls selling meats and Jones began to get hungry. Peters was not really noticing the small details, like food, he was scanning for the First Officer. He couldn't see him so he walked forwards into the market proper. The hustle and bustle of the crowd was energizing and he started to get intrigued about the people. He stopped and turned back to find Jones staring at him. A man had accosted her and was trying to 'buy' her. Peters, not knowing the custom he siply ran up to the fellow and knocked him on the floor. His lip and nose bleeding, he simply scurried to his feet and ran away. "Are yoy okay?" He asked gently. "Yeah, just startled is all." She replied shaking. "Good, the sooner we find the FO the better." He grabbed her lightly, but firmly, on the arm and led her away. Soon he spotted Ensign Ketal and started towards him. (Reply Ketal, any) (pb John G) (Raellius VI - Matais - Market place - CSO Ketal - 1501/1826) After leaving the building Commander Belinia stopped and paused for a moment then said. "Gentlemen, I need to find a small quiet spot. Lets get through the marketplace to see if there is anywhere we can hide." Ketal nodded and continued to follow him on his left flank as he moved into  the market. He watched and made note of the items for sale there as the FO looked closely, and it appeared hungrily at the merchandise. The number followed by the two letters appeared to be the sale price. "Perhaps the letters stand for Raellean dollars Commander however I am not completely certain though it would fit our knowledge of the local culture and history." After a moment the young man turned to Ketal and asked, "I think we need currency. Where do you suppose we can get some?" Ketal considered the question for a moment; they had nothing on them with which to barter and couldn't have any money replicated by the ship until they had located some anyway. "I assume Commander that there are establishments where we can obtain local currency however we have nothing on us we may exchange in return." "Well that's no good. Lets us find some pick-pockets, they are always around, in every society." While the Commander was looking for a pickpocket Ketal was observing the actions of a Raellean couple on the far side of the market, the male was standing watch territorially over her as she stood in rapt concentration with her eyes closed and arms spread wide. The female was elaborately clothed as were all of the escorted women the group had seen in a dazzling array of layers of skirts and deicate footwear and jewelry as well as sporting what looked to be a collar, she also was extremely attractive and commanded the attention of more than a few of the passing males. As he continued to watch her the trilling of a flute broke out in the market from the area she was in and began playing a beautiful melody. While she had garnered a lot of notice before she suddenly became the center of attention though Ketal saw no instrument or recording device.   Puzzled, Ketal turned in time to see the Commander nod in the direction of a youth and begin to chase him. Ketal and the Counselor immediately followed. As the youth sped into an alley Commander Belinia  turned and ordered the Counselor to keep watch while Ketal and he overtook the youngster. Ketal stood back and observed their exchange as he considered the wisdom of using unlawful acts to acquire currency, if they were caught by the local authorities they would be put in an extremely difficult circumstance in extricating themselves without contaminating the culture. When the boy dropped his ill gotten gains and fled the FO turned to Ketal again. "So, how much do you make it?" "Approximately 380 dollars in local currency Commander." "Is that alot?" "Considering the prices posted in the marketplace Commander I would say no." Ketal said. "Mr Raynar, come." As the team gathered he ordered the distribution of coins. "And keep some for Peters and Jones." Ketal and the FO listened to the Counselor's reply and the 1/2 Vulcan nodded and watched as the FO hailed the Captain while still wondering about the display he had seen in the market.  ~ Intriguing ~ (Reply: Any) (Posted by Charles) (USS Mystique, Bridge, CO, Captain Vanyssa Winters, 1510) Vanyssa had been pacing the bridge, wanting to hear something from the crewmembers. They were still alive, she knew that, the sensors told her that.  Her telepathic senses told her that. =^=HHril to Mystique.=^=  Vanyssa heard over the comm. She stopped pacing and said a plea to the Gods. "Go ahead Lieutenant." "We have located several corpses here, Sir." he said, shifting his weight as he spoke.  "Approximatly half of the colonists are still aboard this ship.  They never made it to the planet." "Interesting, Lt."  Vanyssa said, while he continued. "Once we have stabalized the vessel in orbit, I would like permission to stay and try to figure out exactly what happened." "Your first priority is to get that ship stable."  Vanyssa stated. "But please, satisfy your curiousity as well."  She sat down. "Mr. Hhril, was there a reason you waited several hours to reply ?" (reply) "You've been gone 8 hours, Mr. Hhril."  Vanyssa stated flatly. (reply) "Be cognizant of more time distortions then, Mr. Hhril." "Understood.  HHril out." Vanyssa looked up as the lights went off on the Bridge. "Mr. Herk ?"  Vanyssa asked. (reply Herk) Vanyssa got up. "Mr. Denton, what did you do now ?"  She asked in exasperation.  "I thought this was supposed to be a routine cleaning of the manifolds."  She  said, as the computer reported widespread computer failures all over the ship. (reply Denton, Herk, Hhril, anybody who wants to be on the ship) (pb melinda :-) (Planet Raelleus VI - City of Falais, Marketplace - Dr. Riven Mias - 15:32/18:57) The sun was nearing the horizon as the group emerged into the marketplace, the crowd had not thinned at all but had grown larger and the plaza was extremely crowded. The natives appeared to be extremely excited about something that was about to happen. On the ouskirts of the plaza lights were being strung and areas were being marked off. A sign that they had not noticed earlier advertised cash prizes for feats of strength or skill, wrestling and musical talents. An idea immediately began to form in Riven's head as he saw this and he smiled as he turned to the others. First place in the various contests was 500 RD, second was 200 RD and third was 100 RD. "It looks like they are setting up for the events. Would anyone care to try your hand at something?" (Reply: Keswick, Jansen, Trenor, Any) (Posted by Charles) (Planet Raelleus VI - City of Falais, Marketplace - Ensign Travis Keswick - 15:33) The sun was setting as Travis and the group  walked out of the building. Travis watched as the crowds got bigger and the Plaza was really coming to life with the people talking and getting existed. lights were being hung and and areas of the plaza where being marked off into tournament rings seeing that got Travis a little excited. Then he sow the signs Cash prizes for feats of strength or skill, wrestling and musical talents. First place in the various contests was 500 RD, second was 200 RD and third was 100 RD. ~ Oh ya a tournament I Live for this stuff~ he thought to himself as he smiled showing off his razor sharp teeth That Dr. Weirs was so kind to give him. Mias turned to the group. "It looks like they are setting up for the events. Would anyone care to try your hand at something?" With a big smile still on his face Travis sead "Definitely where do we sign up" The group walked over to a table where People where sing up to enter the events. When the group got to the table Travis sow a list of events. Travis studied the list for a moment. Then he went up to a tall man who was  singing people up for the events. The Man looked at Travis how was standing at 7 feet tall and was 280lbs of soled Mussel. "Name your event" the man sead in a loud dry voice. Looking into the mans eyes Travis sead "I will  wrestle" "You are kind of small to wrestle the tall man sead to Travis as the other people started to laughing. "Just sign me up" Travis Sead raising his voice a little to get them t stop laughing. "Ok you will be in area 6 over there" he sead pointing to where a larger group of people have gathered around a ring. "It starts in 30 mints be ready" Travis steeped aside as the rest of the group sind up and they met back up after they had all singed up. "So what are you guys going to be doing" he asked the group as they regrouped. (Reply: Mias, Jansen, Trenor, Any) "Well Good luck to all of you" (Dr. Mias do you have any finale thoughts before I go worm up) (Reply Mias, Any) (Posted By Travis) (Planet Raelleus VI - City of Falais, Marketplace - Ensign Jansen - 15:34) As they stepped out of the shade of the building Jansen shielded his eyes from the setting sun.  The whole town seemed somehow different.  More crowded.  That nagging feeling at the back of his mind returned.  It was like he had ants in his head.  He was having a little trouble focusing.  He tried to shake the cobwebs loose a little.  Then he heard a voice, as if it had been whisspered in his ear.  He didn't quite catch what it said, but there was a warning behind it. Jansen noticed the sign everone was looking at.  It was advertising several contests in which there was prize money offered.  He could see the look in Riven's eyes. "It looks like they are setting up for the events," he said.  "Would anyone care to try your hand at something?" Keswick was the first to say, "Definitely where do we sign up" Jansen shrugged his shoulders, but he thought he might be able to impress Ms. Trenor. "Why not?" The man signing them up was large and loud.  He laughed, causing the crowd around him to laugh with him, when Keswick signed up for the wrestling tournament.  The ASC seemed a little put out by their attitudes.  Looking at the size of the natives he could understand it though, since Keswick was at least a full head shorter than the shortest of them. This did not look like the kind of activity that would suit a young pilot. He wandered the tables looking for something else, then he saw people playing a game of chance, with some odd looking numbered cubes.  When he looked closer he noticed that the cubes were actually multifacetted, perhaps more at the level of twenty surfaces.  As he watched the game seemed simple enough, and so he signed up. The only thing that worried him was the caveat by the sign in sheet. "Cheaters will be dealt with severely and swiftly."  Well, he hadn't planned on cheating, so he had little to loose.  He stood around for a while just watching, to make sure he had all of the nuances of the game.  When he felt comfortable he pulled himself up to the able and pulled out the oddly shaped pieces he found in a desk, that he had assumed was currency.  He put them down on the table and waited for the game to begin. (reply none) (posted by Al Muir) (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais, plaza  - Dr. Riven Mias - 1535)    Riven watched proudly as Keswick and Jansen signed up for their particular events of interest then realized with the crowd that was gathering he was not going to be able to keep an eye on the young pilot as he wished to do. Mr. Jansen was obviously green and more than a little overwhelmed by what he was experiencing and Riven hoped he would keep his wits about him.   While Mr. Keswick was taking the good natured hoots and cackles of several men about his size in reference to the wrestling matches the Counselor motioned Alesia Trenor to follow him and made for an officious looking being watching the sign ups. As had been aptly demonstrated both by observation and practical experience Riven knew it was not a good idea to allow her to move around on her own, she was the one he was going to have to watch carefully in case she attracted the interest of the males and as he looked around he saw the eyes of many following her.   The being turned out to be a judge as he had hoped and the man gave him a breakdown on the rules for the wrestling matches which eased Riven's mind, he returned to the young Tac/Sc immediately to let him know what he had found. Ensign Keswick noticed him and spoke as he walked up. "So what are you guys going to be doing"   "Mr Jansen appears to be involving himself in a dice game Ensign and I will look around in a moment. I am not sure my particular skills will be of any help in this matter however Ms. Trenor might find something of interest as we walk about the festival.   "Well Good luck to all of you" The young man said. "By the way Mr. Keswick I spoke to one of the judges and he gave me the rules for the wrestling matches. There is no biting or clawing allowed and you can't use your wings to advantage by fighting in the air or diving down upon a grounded opponent or you will be disqualified. He didn't rule out using them however to buffet your opponent, that is apparently one of the legal moves so watch out for that from your opponents.   And one other thing," Mias pointed to one that looked extremely powerful that was nearly a foot taller and 100 pounds heavier than Keswick with black and grey horizontal stripes. "That one seems to be the local champion and a very strong wrestler but I am confident with your Star Fleet training you can beat even him. Just be careful of their fangs and claws, just because they can't legally do it doesn't mean they might not try if they feel they can't be detected in the act." He slapped the Tac/Sc officer on the shoulder and said. "We're going off to look around now, good luck to you." With the young marine in tow he then looked in on the pilot who was starting to accumulate a small pile of winnings. Riven smiled at him and nodded when he looked up then moved toward some more booths on the outskirts that looked promising. 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