Compile Summary Your CSO Compiler ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.23 (USS Mystique - Quarters – Cassandra Dema & Sarah Nevada - 1716) (USS Mystique - Bridge - Ensign Jason Dema & MO Daniel Bitters - 1718) (USS Mystique: Jeffries tube near Engineering, Ensign (jg) Mason Garrett, 1720) (USS Mystique – CMO’S Office – Jennah Winters-Dark - 1725) (USS Mystique – CMO’S Office – Ensign Angeni O. Windsong - 1726) (USS Mystique, Bridge, OPS, Lt (jg) HHril, 1727) (USS Mystique, Bridge, CO Captain Vanyssa Winters, 1730) (USS Mystique; inside a runabout on the Flight Deck; Ensign (jg) Mason Garrett; 1748) (USS Mystique; inside a runabout on the Flight Deck; Ensign Cynthia Darson; 1749) (Planet: Raelleus VI - Dungeon- Ensign Travis Keswick - 21:10) (Raellus IV - City of Matais; Ships counselor Telan Raynar- 21:30) (USS Gunnel - CSO Ketal - 2135) (USS Gunnel - CSO Ketal - 2138) (USS Gunnel - Telan Raynar - 2140) (USS Gunnel - CSO Ketal - 2142) (USS Gunnel - CSO Ketal - 2145) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Begin compile Stardate: 2406.10.23 (USS Mystique - Quarters – Cassandra Dema & Sarah Nevada - 1716) Cassandra and Sarah were still waiting for Jason to come home, when suddenly an alarm sounded, it was the intruder alert. Cassandra, who still didn't know much about alarms on a starship, especially the rare ones. "What's that?" She asked. Sarah didn't respond to her question. instead, she sealed the door, and searched for the jeffries tube. She removed a panel. "Cassie, stay close to me."Cassandra had a scary look in her eyes, she didn't knew what was going on, neither what to do. "CASSANDRA, SNAP OUT OF IT." The loud voice of Sarah brought Cassandra back to life, and she followed Sarah through the tubes. Sarah was going a few decks down, she knew where the safest place would be for a kid, that had never been through a fight before. After a long crawl Sarah stopped and looked through a vent, to see marines of the mystique gearing up. She kicked out the vent and crawled out the tube, helping Cassandra after it. A marine looked at them. "I brought her here for protection." Sarah said. The marine took a swift look at her."Can you wield a phaser?" He asked Sarah "Yes, I think I can." The marine shoved a rifle in her hands. "That's the only entrance, except for the tubes, if anything unfriendly comes through, shoot it." Sarah, looked at the rifle, and then at Cassandra, remembering her promise she made to Jason to take care of her. "I will." She said with a soft voice. The marine turned around, and contacted Major Lee. "Sir, there's a kid and a woman in our locker room Sir." (reply Major Lee) The marine only knew about the Captain's daughter, and mistook her for her. "the Captain's daughter Sir." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.23 (USS Mystique - Bridge - Ensign Jason Dema & MO Daniel Bitters - 1718) Jason asked Vanyssa if he was allowed to interrogate the prisoners. "Please do so. Perhaps we can use them as bargaining chips." Jason stood perplexed hearing Vanyssa talk that way. ~Guess she can be a hard nut to crack~ He grinned, realising she could read minds. ~Oops, sorry~ He immediately turned his attention to the marines and took one after another to the observation lounge and placed them opposite each other, making sure they wouldn't be able to free themselves. He didn't notice if Vanyssa followed him or not and went straight to business. 3rd Lieutenant Daniel "Moose" Bitters just looked back at the young officer with a neutral __expression, he had been hit numerous times by phaser blasts from all over the bridge it seemed and his head felt like a ping-pong ball after a long set, an earlier look at Jacobs had shown him though that he had gotten it easy, the grunt had a scorch mark on his side from a high powered blast along with other assorted injuries and would probably be out hard for a while though he had moved a couple of times. He looked over at the "kid" when he bgan his opening gambit. "Gentlemen, I'm Ensign Jason Dema. I'm the chief of security on this ship. I'll be straight to the point. The current situation is as follows: you 2 are here, together with us, while friends and fellow crewmembers are fighting and dying on this ship, just as yours. The ship is in security mode, meaning, it's flying cloaked to a destination unknown, this means you won't have reinforcements and our computer is locked out, meaing your hackers won't be able to get control over the ship. The bridge is locked too, no one can get in or out. Seeing we're in this together, I suggest a cease-fire so both our parties can be returned with no more damage than has already occured, and less families to comfort." "Moose" grinned at the kid, he was always appreciative when someone gave him intel without being asked. The young Mystique officer was about ten years younger than the marine and looked wet behind the ears; sounded like it too. The marine leaned forward a bit to ease the strain on his shoulders while using the move to disguise his testing of his bonds, it was a solid knot so he might be here a while. "It looks like you have the drop on me Mr. Dema. What makes you think I have the authority to arrange a cease fire even if I had wanted to?" Jason who was hoping to arrange this peacefully, talked like he didn't even care about what was going on in the ship, he made his voice sound cold. "You're the only one with acces to the bridge, together with him," Jason pointed at the other marine. "The only one close to our Captain, who, in the end, has the life of all of us in her hands, you however, have the lives in your hand, of your fellow crewmembers, and the ones they are about the kill, like I do over my crewmembers, that should give you enough authority, to propose to your commanding officer, to cease fire. Now, are you willing to sacrifice the lives of your friends, or are we gonna save some lives?" "Moose" shrugged his shoulders which made his head hurt again for a moment but it was getting better slowly, the effect of the multiple phaser blasts would wear off after a while then he smiled at the kid, "Sure rebel, offer terms for your surrender and I'll relay them to my commanding officer, I'm sure we can come to an agreement." He then grinned wolfishly at the officer. "It's a marine's job to do what is necessary even if it means dying along the way so don't give me any of that spare the lives clap-trap." He considered revealing the lengths to which they would go in that effort but decided to hold it back, no use giving away free intel. Jason took his rifle and pretended like he was raising it to the highest level and aimed it at the other marine. "So, you don't care about the life of your crewmates do you? Tell me, what are your orders if you meet a ship from the 52nd fleet, and on what ground?" Moose's eyes narrowed and he looked the kid in the eyes hard. "Careful boyo, if you hurt him you go from being a rebel to war crimes, are you sure you want that? As for your question that's no secret. We are to recapture or destroy." "War crimes? Didn't you just commited a war crime by attacking us, and killing members of this crew? And by what proof are we targeted for capture or destroy?" The marine looked the officer in the eye to keep his attention as he worked at getting his hands loose, he noticed that the young man had a wound in his side that had reopened and was leaking blood down his uniform shirt, ~ If I can get the jump on him while he's pointing that rifle at Jacobs we can get a message out at least. Have to keep him talking.~ "The orders were courtesy of Starfleet Command through my CO kid and signed by none other than Admiral Doenitz. And I quote, Starship Mystique stolen from Federation shipyard Spacedock Phoenix by renegade elements of 52nd fleet. Current Commander and crew have gone Maquis, ship is to be retaken or destroyed. Endquote. Now the fact is Starfleet Command has pronounced you rebels and traitors and bringing you in or destroying this ship is the priority. Now if you want anything beyond that all you're going to get is my name, rank and serial number." ~ Almost loose, keep talking kid. ~ Jason walked around the room, while receiving his answer. "Maquis? Use your grey mass, if we were maquis, why the hell would we investigate a planet? If we were Maquis, then why is this ship still fitted as an explorer, instead of a tactical vessel? I see nothing but holes in that story, and where is the proof? We were explorers, and still are, we have no reason to turn maquis. Believe whatever you want. Once we have full control over the computer again, I'll ensure your safe return to your ship. I hope you'll think about it." Suddenly, Jason saw that the ship had stopped in a nebula, so he decided to go to the bridge to see what the situation was, so he started walking towards the door. As he turned for the door the synthefiber came loose from "Moose's" hands, he gathered himself and rising carefully pushed off and ran for Jason, as the young man turned at the noise and brought the rifle up "Moose ducked under it and hit him low as the phaser discharged. He continued to drive his legs and together they hit the wall hard and the phaser rifle was jarred loose and fell on the floor. Jason felt the pain of his wound in every nerve of his body, He tried to bite through, and stomped with his albows on the marine's back, forcing him to the ground. The marine swept away a leg of Jason, and pushed him. Jason lost his balance and fell to the floor. The marine was still on his legs, so Jason started kicking him in the face, as he grabbed the rifle, and fired a single shot on his head. "YOU MURDERER!!!" The other marine yelled. "Don't worry, he isn't dead, only stunned, unlike you guys, we don't kill if we don't have too." Jason stood up, feeling the pain his wound was giving him. He still towed the marine back to his seat, and this time he tied him up double, and went to the bridge, with his right arm around his waist. Jason entered the bridge, seeing Vanyssa laughing. I didn't take long before HHril stopped her. Jason walked slowly, cause of the pain, to his station while they were talking, while his uniform kept absording the blood. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.23 (USS Mystique: Jeffries tube near Engineering, Ensign (jg) Mason Garrett, 1720) "This is Captain Winters, who is this ?" "Ensign Garrett, Captain." At last a familiar voice, Garrett thought quietly. He began working with the unconcious woman lying on the Jeffries crawlway as the captain replied. "Ensign where are you?" Winters asked. "I'm skulking thorugh Jeffries tubes on Deck 13. I was in Engineering when the troopers started beaming in." "What can you tell us ?" "They have taken Engineering. There's a firefight going on inside the Engine Room. Somebody hit a plasma conduit. I believe the ship's automatic fire suppressors have it under control but it was producing a lot of smoke so I could not get a clear view of that. Also, one of the troopers was working with a device I'm not familiar with. That trooper was killed by one of ours. I don't know what the device was but he was working very close to the warp core. Maybe he was using the core for cover but it worries me. "And one more thing. I came across an injured crewman. I don't know who she is. She took a phaser shot in the hip but she's starting to regain conciousness." He looked into the blue eyes as they fluttered open and managed a smile. The woman moaned in pain and her hand went instinctively to her injury as Garrett continued speaking. "I tried to contact Sickbay a few minutes ago and did not get a response," Garrett continued. "Our attackers must have taken that part of the ship also." The sound of Garrett's voice and, perhaps more so, what he had just said shocked the young ensign lying before him. Her dazed expression became more cognizant and aware as she looked up at him then at her surroundings. She quickly began to orient herself. "Make your way towards the the hanger if you can," Captain Winters told him. "The runabouts should have a medical kit." She continued speaking, but the inflection of her voice suggested it was to someone standing nearby on the bridge. The young ensign beside Garrett stared at him as if waiting for him to speak. "The normal question to ask is 'are you okay,'" he said finally and helped her sit up, leaning the woman's back against the rounded side of the tube. "I regret I can't make you more comfortable, ensign but you are out of danger for the moment." His combadge chittered and he heard a man's voice speaking to him. "Ensign Garrett. This is Lt. HHril, Chief of Operations. I regret that our first meeting is taking place over the comms, but this situation affords us with an opportunity. We will be unable to interface with the Runabout using the Mystique's systems. You are going to have to interpret the telemetry and relay the pertinant information to us by downloading it to a tricorder. The Runabout's computer will be able to isolate my comm signature, interface with my tricorder and transfer the data here. Do you have any questions?" "No sir," said the ensign. "I'll contact you when I get into a runabout." (reply: HHril, any) Garrett returned his gaze to his companion as the lieutenant signed off. "Feel up to a short crawl." "It looks like we have very little choice Ensign Garrett " she said in a surprisingly icy tone. The woman still appeared a bit disoriented, Garrett thought, and it was probably putting her out of sorts. "I'm glad to see you're cognizant enough to eavesdrop on a conversation," he said with a wry smile. "It'll make our travelling easier. And you're right, we have few options. " He wanted to keep her talking. Keep her awake and alert. "Which way should we go?" she asked. "You might keep your voice down," Garrett told her. "Wouldn't serve any purpose to get ourselves captured. We're not leaving this moment," Garrett handed her the phaser rifle. "Hold this. I'll be right back." The woman watch curiously as he scrambled into the adjoining tube. Garrett opened the grid again The sounds of phaser fire were lessening. Retrieving the tricorder and technicians kit he'd seen beside the woman earlier, he started to rretreat into hole again then stopped. Looking at the spectacle below the mist caused by the fire suppressors had not been cleared by atmospheric control which seemed odd. There was a great deal of shouting. "They're backin' off, Lieutenant," one voice bellowed. "We got 'em running." That didn't sound good, Garrett thought. He raised the tricorder and scanned the room. Feeling very exposed — not to mention vulnerable — he looked about warily to make sure nobody's attention was drawn by the tricorder's low hum. But this could be important. He felt the captain might be interested in what was going on in her Engine Room. Also data on that device near the warp core might prove valuable. With the scanning completed he shuffled backwards into the narrow crawlspace and closed the grid. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2406.10.23 (USS Mystique – CMO’S Office – Jennah Winters-Dark - 1725) "I trust you, child. Please tell me your name. My name is Angeni, and we’re gonna get out of here let’s work together, shall we?” Jennah said quietly, "My name is Jennah Dark." Jennah looked around the CMO's office and saw a small laser. "If I can get that small surgical laser, do you think it has enough power to cut through.." Jennah nearly gasped pain when her Mum demanded to know what was going on. She finally ended up blocking her Mum out. "My Mum is mad at me, but I have to get you loose." Jennah whispered back, turning the small laser on and holding it up to the links, cutting through them, still keeping one eye on the marines, who were arguing. Jennah was glad that they were arguing. The more she tried to slice through the links, the more her arms ached. Finally she got through one of the links, and grabbed Angeni's hands before they clacked against the metal. "We need to get out of here." Jennah whispered, "can you move ok? Slowly?" Jennah waited for an answer, keeping an eye on the door. "The marine is beginning to move back over here, so we should move...fast." Jennah finished, crawling back into the jeffries tubes and waiting to see if Angeni could follow. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.23 (USS Mystique – CMO’S Office – Ensign Angeni O. Windsong - 1726) Angeni listened closely to the child, and she shrugged her shoulders ever so slightly, trying to keep as quiet as possible. “Jennah, such a pretty name…and…I guess it would work…I wouldn’t know…try it though…” Before she knew it, the girl was already cutting through the chains. ~Resourceful child…I may just have to befriend this child…and congradulate her mum…~ She felt the girl working, and Angeni sat placidly, trying to make heads or tails of the situation. Her heart pounded in her chest, what was to happen when her chains were taken off? She had no idea where to go, but the Mothers’ words rang true through her head: ~Trust the child…~ Angeni turned her head, hearing the slight grunts of hard work from the girl. A bit of fear washed over her. She didn’t know how old the girl was, and she was wielding a laser scalpel. ~Oh Mother…you know what’s best for your children, but, did you have to test me in such a way?~ No response came from the heavenly being except for the slight clink of metal that symbolized that she managed to get through the chains. Angeni was half shocked. The laser did the trick, she wasn’t too shocked about that, but, it was the fact that the girl managed to keep her head in such a crazy predicament. She heard the girl…Jeanna was her name call for her, and tell her the guards were coming back. Angeni whimpered inwardly. She couldn’t see anymore. Her contacts were lost somwhere on the carpeted floor, and she didn’t have time to go looking for them. With her hands free, she brought them in front of her, and she slowly unwrapped the metal chains from her wrists, the cold steel sliding through her fingers. She placed them far under the CMO’s desk, and the moment of truth slid into the foreground. Angeni turned in her chair, facing away from the window and door, and she reached behind her head, her nimble fingers untying the blindfold that had kept her from getting a good look at her captors. After she finished with the knot, she held the blindfold there for a moment, then she let it drop, floating downwards into her lap. Angeni blinked a few times, and the world was a blur of black and white. Angeni sat there, the world around her new and foreign. She relied on her photographic memory to remind her of where certain things were in the room, but, she didn’t know in what position she was in. They could’ve moved the chair, or there could be new objects…or people on the floor around her. Hearing the urgency in Jeanna’s voice, Angeni took a deep breath and dropped to her hands and knees on the floor. Closing her eyes, she meditated rather quickly, putting herself in the room without anyone else around. In her minds’ eye, she saw a med kit similar to the one Christian showed her on one of the counters, and she crawled to its location, and stealthily grabbed it off the counter, and went back to her last objective. Angeni turned around, and headed in the direction she heard Jeanna call her from, and she felt the hand of the girl…but…it was reaching down from somewhere. Angeni felt from where the girl was at, and she felt open space…in the wall. Swiftly, Angeni took the moment, and crawled into the hole in the wall, (Later she’ll find out that it was a Jeffries tube), and she turned to where she last felt the girl, speaking in very low, and hushed tones. “Thank you, so very much for helping me escape, and I'll be sure to see if I can get you out of trouble by telling your mum about how you saved me...now, you must be my eyes. I cannot see anything, not even an inch in front of my face. Come ahead of me and lead the way, Jeanna, and here…as a thank you…” Angeni reached up around her neck, and pulled the wolfs’ tooth talisman from around her neck, and extended it in her general direction. “Now…lets get out of here, shall we?” ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.23 (USS Mystique, Bridge, OPS, Lt (jg) HHril, 1727) "Do you have any questions?" asked the ch'Rihan at OPS. "No sir," replied the new aOPS. "I'll contact you when I get into a runabout." "Be safe, Ensign." replied HHril. "Bridge out." HHril set to work immediately to prepare his tricorder and commbadge for the influx of data they were hopefully about to receive. Anything that could shore up the transfer of data would benefit the operation. He methodically set parameters into the tricorder that would best suit the transfer via comm signal. It was a shaky proposition during the best of times, but these were not the best of times. [Warning! Atmospheric control to the bridge is being terminated!] ~What the?~ thought HHril to himself. "Ummm... sorry about that." came the voice of the Hermat CONN officer from under hir station. S/he was attempting to bypass the lockout put in place by Sarouk, and had unwillingly turned off environmental control. HHril watched as s/he rose from under hir station and reinitialized the maneuvering thrusters. A slight adjustment in course after the initial test proved positive, but now the bridge was starting to feel stuffy. HHril was certain that if he was able to feel the effects of the diminished atmosphere, that it must be much worse for the non-ch'Rihannsu members of the bridge crew. It wasn't long before Herk was back at work under the console, and a gush of fresh air was felt throughout the bridge. "Captain," reported the Hermat CONN officer. "We are back in control of the maneuvering thrusters. Full CONN control will take a few more minutes." ~Well done.~ HHril thought to himself. ~Well done indeed.~ "Hhril, how is that link going?" requested the Captain who was now standing at his station. "The tricorder is as ready as I can get it until Mr. Garrett establishes the link, Sir." He paused as he held out the tricorder, showing the modified parameters. "I will be able to shore up the connection once the link is established. Until then, we wait." Waiting was the worst part. HHril was desperately attempting to disable the lock down that had been implemented by Sarouk almost 30 minutes earlier. It was proving to be a most challenging task. Herk was back at work at hir station. Dema was still with the Marine boarders. Everyone was busying themselves with something... and on a bridge with no computer access, that is a tall task in itself. The Captain had been pacing the bridge on and off since the bridge had been locked down. She obviously had a lot on her mind. Her ship was under attack and boarded. Her crew was fighting and there was basically nothing that she could do. Half of her command staff was still stranded back on Raelleus VI. And to top it all off, her daughter was aboard the ship. "I can't believe she did that." HHril first looked across the bridge at Herk and then at the Captain who had a look of sheer terror on her face following her statement. HHril was not certain who 'she' was, or what 'she' had done, but it was obvious that the CO of the Mystique was none too pleased. "My daughter is in sickbay trying to figure out how to release the ACMO. She doesn't know how to cut through metal." ~Brave child.~ thought HHril to himself as he considered Jennah's surroundings. It was doubtful that a phaser would be available in sickbay. HHril was about to answer, when the Captain broke out into laughter. Again HHril looked over at his counterpart at the CONN. "Captain!?!" he said in a quiet, reserved voice, now more concerned with the well being of the CO then anything else. "Jennah will be fine. She has good genes... from both parents. And these Marines are not the spies we have aboard. Their orders are to take the ship. They will not harm her, nor will they put her in harms way, regardless of their affiliation." He paused. "She is obviously resourceful. Where would she be going?" (reply Winters) "Then we contact someone and send them to fetch her and make certain that she makes it there." he stated. "Do we know where she is now?" ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.23 (USS Mystique, Bridge, CO Captain Vanyssa Winters, 1730) Vanyssa was surprised when the ship came to a stop inside the nebula. Vanyssa was frustrated and angry at what was going on with her ship. She was a Counsellor, not an Engineer. She cursed under her breath. "Hhril, how is that link going?" Vanyssa said, stopping her pacing and staring down at her Romulan Ops officer, wanting some good news. (reply Hhril.) Vanyssa felt..useless. Sure, Herk had managed to get back some maneuvering thrusters, but that wasn't anything. How could that avoid the Dian Chang? Vanyssa didn't even know if she was still cloaked. And she was trapped on the Bridge. Trapped, but safe. Her daughter was not safe. Vanyssa closed her eyes taking a deep breath and focused in on Jennah...Who was staring at the ACMO's back in sickbay. The ACMO chained to a chair in sickbay. ::Jennah what the hellfire are you doing??:: Vanyssa said, probably making her daughter jump. ::Getting Angeni out. How do I cut through metal?:: Jennah cried, showing Vanyssa the links that bound the ACMO down. ::Get OUT of there!:: Vanyssa ordered. Jennah proceeded by shielding her mother out. "I can't believe she did that." Vanyssa said, aloud. When she saw Herk and Hhril looking at her strangely, she said, "My daughter is in sickbay trying to figure out how to release the ACMO. She doesn't know how to cut through metal." And then the strain of it all began to get to Vanyssa and she began to laugh. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.23 (USS Mystique; inside a runabout on the Flight Deck; Ensign (jg) Mason Garrett; 1748) He was floating smoothly in a comforting sea of darkness. He was aware. But there was nothing around him to perceive except the distant echoes of voices. He felt displaced. As if somehow he'd moved into another universe — another existence. Slowly colors began to appear around him, a few at first, darting past as distant amorphous masses of light. Chaotic undefinable forms that were ever-changing and moved with a seamless other-worldly beauty. More colors appeared in the void. Then more. Slowly they began to merge into larger shapes, until they were swirling chaotic masses. Then they began to take on symmetric forms. It was as if he were witnessing the creation of the universe, Ensign Garrett mused inwardly. Then pain entered his private universe and that pain filled him. The distant echoes seemed to draw closer, now better defined and familiar. He was aware of something hard and flat beneath himself. He recognized Ensign Darson's voice. He wanted to call out but couldn't will himself to do so. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Mystique; inside a runabout on the Flight Deck; Ensign Cynthia Darson; 1749) Miraculously Garrett was not dead. Darson tapped her combadge a second time as she stood up and limped toward the runabout's small sickbay. "Bridge! Please respond." Her movements were slowed by her own injury. She'd been in Engineering when the troopers started boarding the Mystique and one of them shot her in the hip. She'd come to inside a Jeffries tube with Ensign Garrett kneeling over her. (Reply: Captain Winters, any) "This is Ensign Cynthia Darson. I'm with Ensign Garrett on a runabout in the Flight Deck. He's been hurt and he's unconcious. I don't know how serious it is yet." (Reply: Winters, any) Darson opened a small first aid cabinet and pulled out a medical scanner then returned to Garrett's side. She passed the scanner over his uncouncious form as she answered the captain. "His breathing appears regular." She completed the scan and looked at the readout. "A lot of minor capillaries are ruptured. His whole left side is going to be one big bruise tomorrow if someone doesn't get him fixed up." Her voice rose with concern as she read the last part. "He also has a hairline skull fracture, about one centimeter in length." (Reply: Winters, any) "He needs a medic!" She tempered her voice, remembering who she was talking to. "I'm just an Engineering tech. I can beam someone over. We could use some security people too. Mason -- Ensign Garrett made at least five BDU's on the Flight Deck. They know we're here and you can bet your a--... I mean, I'm sure they're going to get impatient real soon." She gazed forward where the dead Klingon lay just short of the piloting stations, a Marine she'd been able to take down due largely to Garrett's daredevil stunts. She wasn't entirely sure what had transpired before she was beamed aboard the runabout. But when Darson had materialized on the transporter pad, her new-found friend was apparently going hand to hand with that armored Marine. (Reply: Winters) "Yes, captain." -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.23 (Planet: Raelleus VI - Dungeon- Ensign Travis Keswick - 21:10) As the two men walked threw the door Travis sow they where armed but he didn't care. Travis clenched his fists and planted his feet ready to spring into action when all of a sudden Travis was pulled back by Jansen. Travis looked back at Jansen who had him by the back of his shirt. "No!" Jansen said with authority. "They are not here to hurt us."Then he looked back at his captors. Travis just stood between Jansen and the captors looking in intently into the eyes of the lead man. His body as week and the amount of pain Travis was in he was ready to spring into action. "I think it's time we spoke with your Lord," he said. He looked over atKeswick, who had a look of incredulity on his face that was hard toduplicate. "Please Travis, trust me on this." Travis glanced over at Jansen but still focused on the captors. I don't like this but I we will go with them. Travis sead reluctantly. "But I don't trust them and if I don't like situation. Travis sead looking back at the captors". "Very well then," Tailar spoke. "Follow me." "Stay behind me" Travis sead to Jansen Travis was scanning the surroundings has thaw walked down a poorly lit hallway with stone walls and a dirt floor. They walked up to a big wooden door with writing on it. the door opined up and they walked into a big room with big windows that where surrounded by golden tapestries and a big chair in the center of the room there sat an old man with long white hair and had armed guards on each side oh him. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.23 (Raellus IV - City of Matais; Ships counselor Telan Raynar- 21:30) After a minute or two Telan heard the mental reply from his new friend ::“Thank God”, Telan sagged against a near by wall. “I wasn’t sure you would be able to hear me. I have become separated from the rest of the group when they were taken prisoner and have already informed the Captain. She told me to return to the shuttle but I am having a hard time getting out of the city. “:: ::Telan the Commander needs you to return to our original beaming point in the hopes we can pick up your transponder signal.:: ::I was heading that way anyways for lack of any other ideas, almost there now, about 30 more feet.:: In moments Telan Heard the sound of the transporter followed quickly by the silver lights of dematerialization , the next thing he knew he was in the shuttle staring at a relieved looking Riven. “Thanks DR.Riven, things were starting to get a little hairy down there, (then after a quick look at himself in the sick bay generated fur) or perhaps “furry” would be closer” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.23 (USS Gunnel - CSO Ketal - 2135) Ketal listened with satisfaction to the FO's explanation of his orders, it had been in the Vulcan's mind that he would do something rash and try to give support to the Mystique which would have put them in a no-win situation with the Dian Chang, as it was though getting elevation and moving their operations should significantly improve their chances of finding the rest of their group. "I realise that Mr. Ketal, but it is something we will have to endure. We need to find our shipmates, our family. That requires some sacrifices on our part, but I won't leave them alone. Ms Trenor, you and Peters have a telepathic link, do you not?" As the Commander and Ms. Trenor conversed Ketal began placing the sensors on an autocalibration protocol, as soon as they were airborne he would begin retuning the sensors and take another try at finding Peters and Jones at the location they had been searching. As the shuttle lifted off Commander Belinia began to issue instructions. "Okay, it's dark out so we may be able to get away with a low atmospheric flight. It'll be bumpy, but it will prevent the Dian Chang coming after us, and give us some elevation for the sensors. Ketal, keep working on it. Ms Trenor, please take tactical, Riven take Ops Telan you take co-pilot. Ready?" "I am ready Commander," Ketal stated After they had climbed into the atmosphere and the turbulence had died down Ketal began tuning in the sensors with incredible speed, some readings were already beginninng to become active. "Mr Ketal, anything?" "Yes Commander, I should be getting clear readings momentarily." Ketal stated and continued to make adjustments. Suddenly the sensor efficiency shot up to a modest 46% and Ketal switched over to the readings from the vicinity of the monestary they had been attempting to study earlier. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Gunnel - CSO Ketal - 2138) Two transponder blips were being read though faint as though they were either underground or somehow being shielded. "Commander it appears we have found Peters and Jones, they are in the location of the monestary. Permission to beam them aboard Commander?" As he was speaking Ketal was already moving toward the transporter controls in the rear of the shuttle, the coordinates had already been transferred to the panel. (Reply: Commander Belinia) After receiving permission Ketal activated the transporter, there was a hesitation in the effect and he had to make some quick adjustments then restart the sequence but after the intial hiccup the hum began and the shimmer of the transport began, as the two materialized on the pad Ketal straightened in surprise. As the transporter effect ended he was already moving toward nurse Jones and just managed to catch her before her body hit the floor. Ketal shouted, "Counselor Raynar nurse Jones is in need of medical assistance, please attend to her immediately." (Reply: Counselor Raynar) Ketal then began looking for something to cover her with and found a blanket in a bulkhead storage panel. He covered her quickly but loosely as the marine Peters stumbled to a seat and collapsed into it. After making sure the nurse was as comfortable as he could make her he got a blanket for Jones and gave it to him to help ward off shock, he noticed the marine's chest was punctured in many places and blood was all over his upper torso. As Counselor Raynar came in Ketal spoke to him. "I'll help Mr. Peters clean up while you see to Ms. Jones Counselor. Prepare yourself, she is not in good condition. As he spoke she woke up and began to scream. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2406.10.23 (USS Gunnel - Telan Raynar - 2140) While in his seat Telan heard the transporter again. He also felt the mental hooks he had placed in the minds of Nurse Jones and the Marine Peters. Peters mind seemed ok if stressed and tired, Nurse Jones however was a different story altogether. Telan detected severe trauma to this mind, it was more like an animal than the mind of a thinking being. He un strapped from his seat and started back toward the transporter as he heard the Vulcan shout to him. "Counselor Raynar Nurse Jones is in need of medical assistance, please attend to her immediately." “On my way” replied Telan as he tried to prepare for what he knew would be a rough encounter. Once there he realized his thoughts were correct, the young woman was no where to be seen, in her place was a wild “thing”. He shuddered inwardly as he reached for the med kit. The Nurse began to scream as Telan administered a light sedative. He looked at Ketal. I need to get every one other than us and these two out of here and the door closed. (reply Ketal) Telan didn’t have time to explain but knew the Vulcan would not be affected. Every one knew about a Deltans ability to release pheromones but they generally only thought about those regarding sex. After the others left and sealed the door he reached out to the raving woman and placed both hands on her temples while simultaneously releasing calming scents into the small area. As the woman began to stop lunging back and forth Telan concentrated and tried to reach her mind. What he found was an area of random wild thoughts, flashes of pain and worse flew through his mind as he began also to send out calming thoughts. It was like standing in the eye of a hurricane and trying to calm the winds. He could calm a small area but no sooner would he start another than the first would shudder, burst loose and run wild again. He would have to go deeper, deeper and deeper still. Finally he found the source. The image he received from Nurse Jones was that of a brutally beaten woman, nude, locked in a tiny cage. She had unknowingly withdrawn into herself for protection but it had not been enough. Mentally Telan approached the small cage. This was not going to be easy not could he accomplish this in one sitting. He projected calming thought to the beaten woman in the cage until he caught her attention. Be calm Miss Jones, You are safe, Rest, Sleep. The woman calmed and finally eased off to a in not restfull sleep at least a much more calmed one. Telan left the mind of Nurse Jones and then began to tend her numerous external wounds. While working he replied to the Vulcan’s unspoken question. I have calmed her mind but it is only temporary and will require much more extensive work with both myself and probably DR. Riven. Unfortunately there is no Guarantee of recovering her but we will do all we can. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.23 (USS Gunnel - CSO Ketal - 2142) The Nurse began to scream as Telan administered a light sedative. He looked at Ketal." I need to get every one other than us and these two out of here and the door closed." Ketal nodded at the Counselors directive and shut the door to the forward compartment, no one else needed to be included and the woman needed privacy at this stage. The injuries she had received as well as her mental condition were extremely private in nature. Ketal watched as Telan placed his hands on the young woman's temples, it took a bit but she calmed slightly. Ketal kept his shields firmly in place as he felt the mental activity being generated by the Counselor and he knew that Dr. Riven at the OPS console had far greater access to it. Ketal also administered a hypo to the marine CE with an antibiotic and painkiller and watched him sigh as he made himself more comfortable in his seat. The marine looked at him and said. "Thanks Mr. Ketal." "You're welcome Mr. Peters. Rest if you can, you will be debriefed later. I have no questions for you now." "Good." Said the marine and laid his head back as Ketal began to clean his chest wounds with pads that had a mild antiseptic. Counselor Raynar was still in deep mental contact with the nurse who was beginning to calm. Suddenly all was quiet and Ketal looked over to see she had fallen to sleep and Counselor Raynar had begun cleaning her wounds. Telan looked up and met his gaze and said. "I have calmed her mind but it is only temporary and will require much more extensive work with both myself and probably DR. Riven. Unfortunately there is no Guarantee of recovering her but we will do all we can." Ketal nodded and said, "That is all that can be expected Mr. Raynar. I am sure Dr. Riven is already aware of her circumstances. After I finish cleaning Mr. Peter's wounds would you like me to relieve Dr. Riven at the OPS panel and send him back to help you? ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.23 (USS Gunnel - CSO Ketal - 2145) After receiving a reply from Counselor Raynar Ketal checked the marine's chest wounds, they had pierced several centimeters into his skin but appeared to have done no internal damage, Telan would be able to confirm that with his medical tricorder. The wounds were painful though and Peters winced as the Vulcan bandaged the area and administered a mild sedative to help him rest,after thanking Ketal for his ministrations the marine officer laid down and fell into a light sleep. "You are welcome Mr. Peters", Ketal said softly. After finishing with the marine he turned back around to check on the Counselor and nurse, seeing that he was still busy treating her he slipped out of the aft area and into the control room. Riven looked up as he came forward and Ketal leaned close to speak to him. "Counselor Raynar is treating her physical injuries but may need your help later with her mental state Dr." Riven nodded and turned his attention back to the OPS panel, the readouts showed everything in the shuttle functioning normally, Ketal also noted that Riven had turned on the shields, though it might make them more easily detected by the Dian Chang it would also insure they would have no unwelcome beam-ins or beam-outs. After speaking with Commander Belinia birefly Ketal returned to the sensors and began attempting to locate the transponders of Keswick and Jansen in the vicinity of Falais and hoped they would not find them in the same condition. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ End compile