Stardate:2004.07.13 Stardate:2004.07.13 Stardate:2004.07.14 Stardate:2406.10.23 Mission: Return to Camelot Day: 3 Stardate: 2406.10.23 (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. (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) Stardate:2406.10.23 Mission: Return to Camelot Day: 3 Stardate: 2406.10.23 (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) Stardate:2406.10.23 Mission: Return To Camelot Day: 3 Stardate: 2406.10.23 (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. [pb Jason Tripp] Stardate:2406.10.23 Mission: Return to Camelot Day: 3 Stardate: 2406.10.23 (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. (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) Stardate:2406.10.23 Mission: Return to Camelot Day: 3 Stardate: 2406.10.23 (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 (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) Stardate:2406.10.23 Mission: Return to Camelot Mission Day: 3 Stardate: 2406.10.23 (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) Stardate:2406.10.23 Mission: Return to Camelot Day: 3 Stardate: 2406.10.23 (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) Mission: Return to Camelot Day: 3 Stardate: 2406.10.23 (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) Stardate:2406.10.23 Mission: Return to Camelot Day: 3 Stardate: 2406.10.23 (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) Stardate:2406.10.23 Mission: Return to Camelot Day: 3 Stardate: 2406.10.23 (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais -Dr. Riven Mias - 1451/1716) After speaking with the Captain, Riven looked about at the others. Alesia and Keswick were hard at work but he noticed the young pilot staring out of the window with a far away look on his face, Riven could sense a mixture of fear and dread emanating from him so he walked over to the young man and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Mr. Jansen is something troubling you? Do not hesitate to tell me what is on your mind." (Reply: Ensign Bill Jansen) "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." (Reply: Ensign Bill Jansen) "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." As the young man opened and then began searching the cabinet Riven went to the remaining cabinet and opened it. As he searched the cabinet he felt with his mind every so often to check on Jansen's mental state, he wanted to make sure the young man didn't become unstable because of circumstances and do something rash which as Counselor he had seen happen several times on first time away missions; he was determined it would not happen this time. The cabinet when opened revealed several bottles filled with an amber liquid as well as numerous glasses in the top third of it. The lower two thirds of the piece of furniture however housed numerous files bundled together in two sections. Looking through the files he found that they concerned administrative trivia; the names and addresses of people, movements of foodstuffs and equipment and payment of revenues. The second section contained reports on communications between departments and movements of supplies but nothing on the "Flying Box of the Forefathers." Closing the cabinet Riven sighed and turned to look at the others who were through with their investigations. "Did any of you find anything of value? (Reply: Any) "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?" (Reply: Any) 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. (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) Stardate:2406.10.23 Mission: Return to Camelot Day: 3 Stardate: 2406.10.23 (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. (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) Stardate:2406.10.23 Mission: Return to Camelot Day: 3 Stardate: 2406.10.23 (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. (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) Stardate:2406.10.23 Mission: Return To Camelot Day: 3 Stardarte: 2406.10.23 (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) Stardate:2406.10.23 Mission: Return to Camelot Day: 3 Stardate: 2406.10.23 (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) Stardate:2406.10.23 Mission: Return to Camelot Day: 3 Stardate: 2406.10.23 (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 :-) Stardate:2406.10.23 Mission: Return to Camelot Day: 3 Stardate: 2406.10.23 (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. (Reply: Any) (Posted by Charles)