Compile summary Your CSO compiler ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.23 (USS Mystique, Deck 8 - Shuttle Bay, Ens Tourana, 1656) (USS Mystique, Bridge, OPS, Lt (jg) HHril, 1712) (USS Mystique - Bridge - Ensign Jason Dema - 1713) (USS Mystique, Jeffries tube next to Engine Room, Ensign (jg) Mason Garrett, 1715) (USS Mystique, Bridge, CO Captain Vanyssa Winters, 1717) (USS Mystique, Bridge, OPS, Lt (jg) HHril, 1718) (USS Mystique- Bridge- Conn- Lt Herkimer 78- 1720) (USS Mystique - jeffries tubes towards Sickbay – Jennah Winters-Dark - 1721) (USS Mystique – CMO’S Office – Ensign Angeni O. Windsong-Trommashere - 1722) (USS Gunnel; FO Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia; 2127) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Begin Compile Stardate: 2406.10.23 (USS Mystique, Deck 8 - Shuttle Bay, Ens Tourana, 1656) After the dubious success of the mission Turana was relieved to be on the Mystique. Once they had docked she immediatley transported the wounded to sickbay, who were expecting them. The members of the team all filed out and clambered out of their environ-suits, while Tourana, who had removed hers earlier while they were docked with the Conestoga class, started to run over the runabout with a fine toothcomb. It was her job, and though she loved it, she relly wanted to fly the Mystique. She was going to request it from the Captain as soon as she had the chance. Before any significant work could be started Tourana heard the Captains voice over the comm. =/\=Senior Officers report to your posts!=/\= That did not sound good. Her post was in the Shuttlebay and so she left the Fleet of Foot and headed for the Flight Ops office. Once there she accessed the data availible to her, and she saw that they were being faced down by another Akira class ship. She started to lock down the shuttlebay, so that no other shuttle or runabout could enter through the blast shield, and she brought the space door down over the shielding for extra protection. Then she started to automate the three shuttles and one runabout that were in this bay. In the event that they may need independent computer or ships systems. It was then that there was comotion over the comm. Marines had boarded and were in all nerve-centres. Though not the highest priority for any boarding force, the Flight Ops and shuttlebays were prime targets after the main centres of the Bridge, Engineering, Sickbay and the Computer Core. She started work on placing force fields around the main access ports, and only just managed to erect enough. There were 2 jeffris tubes on the far right of the bay which were not covered. Tourana, understandibly shaken, went over to the weapons locker and tapped in her command code. It swished open and she saw an array of really powerful weapons. She had only been trained with a Type-III phaser, so opted for one of them, a shoulder harness, an extra power cell, a Type-II phaser with holster and a tactical tricorder. She strapped some lights to her wrists and filled a backpack with small grenades. She read the first one, to get to know how to throw it. She was now kitted out like she never thought possible. She had placed all the equipment in its relevant place about her person and was about to shut the locker when she saw a comms scanner. This she picked up and looked it over, she hadnever seen one, nor had she any idea that they existed. It was designeed to be attached to a tricorder, and it could monitor all comms within a 16m radius. She atached it to her tricorder and programmed it to her comm badge. With all her equpment, she felt like a marine. She walked over to her console and found that computer access had been taken off line, by lieutenant Sarouk. She huffed because it would take her longer to do what she wanted. She plodded over to the Fleet of Foot, and entered the open hatch. Once inside she accessed the computer and started work on a defence sequence should the perimiter be breeched. She did this with the rest of the vessels, which took nearly fifteen minutes. By now she wasn't sure whether the Mystique was still in their control, or if Starfleet ad overpowered the crew. It was only a matter of time before she found out. She heard a noise coming from the area of the unguarded jeffris tubes. She ran, carrying all her equipment with her, which was hard as she wasn't used to it. The hatch fell open and the silouette of 2 marines in BDU armour were visible. It was obvious that one was injured and needed medical attention. Tourana took aim with her Type-III and cranked it up to level 13 to get some chance of getting through the armour. "FRIEND OR FOE!" She screamed, shaking the phaser rifle at the emerging marine. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.23 (USS Mystique, Bridge, OPS, Lt (jg) HHril, 1712) "As of right now, Sir," said the ch'Rihan," we are secure on the bridge. Prior to the lock down, I was able to establish force fields on all access ways, including turbolifts and jeffries tubes. That means that we are safe here. It also means that we are stuck here, as I no longer have access to primary systems." "Captain," began the aTAC/SC, a shocked look on his face. "If I'm allowed, let me have an exit, so I can join my troops to secure the ship." "Ensign," interjected the OPS man calmly, not waiting for the Captains response. "Perhaps I was not clear. We have no way off of the bridge until we can regain control of primary systems," HHril rose from his seat and approached the young officer. "I understand that you just want to do your job, but there is nothing that we can do until we are able to regain control of the Primary systems. A starship has two main nerve centers, the bridge and engineering. We hold the bridge, and we must keep it that way, which is why I locked it down." He stepped closer to the officer and said in a low voice for only Dema to hear. "And there is more for a Security officer to do than wield a phaser. You are more than just a soldier. You are a Starfleet officer. You have two live prisoners. Interrogate them." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.23 (USS Mystique - Bridge - Ensign Jason Dema - 1713) Jason wanted to join his troops, and asked the captain for permission to join the fight, but HHril intervened "Ensign, Perhaps I was not clear. We have no way off of the bridge until we can regain control of primary systems." He saw HHril standing up, and approaching him. "I understand that you just want to do your job, but there is nothing that we can do until we are able to regain control of the Primary systems. A starship has two main nerve centers, the bridge and engineering. We hold the bridge, and we must keep it that way, which is why I locked it down." Then HHril came closer again, and talked with a silent voice, wich was even hard for Jason te hear "And there is more for a Security officer to do than wield a phaser. You are more than just a soldier. You are a Starfleet officer. You have two live prisoners. Interrogate them." Jason looked at the 2 marines ~Why didn't I think of that~. "Thank you Sir." Jason said quietly. (reply HHril if needed) Jason then turned to Vanyssa. "Captain, requesting permission to take our 2 prisoners to the observation lounge for interrogation." --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.23 (USS Mystique, Jeffries tube next to Engine Room, Ensign (jg) Mason Garrett, 1715) He touched his combadge. "Garrett to Sickbay. Dr.Weir. Mr. Radchenko." There was no response which made him fell even more uncomfortable. He tried to look through the grating at what was going on down in the Engine Room but could only see snatches of the floor level, the scaffolding and the upper pylon of the warp core. The thrumming of the core was deeper than it was before. The ship had apparently moved into warp. Maybe the captain had decided to flee their attackers. He pushed against the grating and it opened to one side. Cautiously, holding his own weapon close to him he pulled half of his body out of the crawl space and was immediately shocked at the sight of a young girl lying on the scaffolding nearby. He reached over and touched the girl on the neck, and felt a slight pulse. She was an ensign, about his own age. A tricorder and technicians tool pouch lay near her. Two more crew men lay a few meters further down, near the secondary relays alcove. Focus. Calm. Think. He pulled himself almost fully through the narrow portal and lay his aquired weapon on his right. With one knee inside the tube and the other one the surface of the scaffolding he turned the unconcious girl over and began pulling her toward the opening. A nasty burn scarred her left hip and she moaned in her stupor as that part of her body was dragged over the bottom edge of the access which stood a few inches above the walkway outside. She wasn't heavy but the crawlway leading from the Jeffries tube to the Engine Room was thin which made Garrett's effort more difficult and he cursed the brilliant mind that designed it that way. Once the girl was safely inside he scrambled through the secondary tube and retrieved his recently acquired weapon. The very human quality that killed the proverbial cat overcame him so he decided to chance a look down below. Peering over the edge of the scaffold, he saw most of the BDU-clad troopers were near the main entrance to Engineering engaged in the firefight. One hulking figure was issuing orders. One trooper knelt near the warp core, pulling some kind of device Garrett had not seen before from a large black bag. Obviously nobody had seen him pulling the girl to safety or they were all too busy to worry about an apparent non-combatant. Suddenly, Two phaser beams lanced from another Jeffries tube opening located across the broad chamber. The armored figure near the warp core fell over and did not move. Several troopers returned to Mystique's sniper fire. Garrett saw one of them was hit. Suddenly, a stray beam struck a wall panel near one of the insurgents and their was a loud explosion. Several troopers were knocked to the deck. A plasma fire vomited from the opening. A green-gray smoke billowed from that area of the room. Garrett pulled himself back into the narrow passage behind the wall and closed the grid, then shuffled backward into the larger crawlway. He breathed a heavy sigh and sat back against the curved surface. The conduits were a little uncomfortable, pressing against his back but he wanted a little support at the moment. His injured side still ached at his touch and movement but most of the pain had subsided. Hopefully, that meant no ribs were cracked. Deciding his next move was easy. This girl had to be taken to someone who could help her. "Computer," he said quietly. "What are there any medical faciities uncompromised by the insurgents?" "Information is not accessible," the synthisized voice said. Garret looked at the voice synthesizer. "What? Why not?" "Ship-wide computer lock-out has been engaged. No user-based computer functions are accessible." A lock-out? By whom? Us or them? More questions raced through Garrett's mind. "Who ordered the lock-out." The computer blamed Lt. Sarouk. A wise precaution, the ensign felt under the circumstances, but damned inconvenient for him. "Computer what time is it." "Information is not accessible." He couldn't repress a derisive chuckle. It seemed ironic the ship's computer quite literally wouldn't give him the time of day but could tell him why it would not. Then there's the plasma fire. That was not good. The shielding to the warp core and the volatile antimatter containment cells would hold out for a long time if the fire got that far, but not forever. He touched his com-badge. "Any senior officer respond please." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2406.10.23 (USS Mystique, Bridge, CO Captain Vanyssa Winters, 1717) Jason then turned to Vanyssa. "Captain, requesting permission to take our 2 prisoners to the observation lounge for interrogation." Vanyssa turned to her Ensign and inclined her head as graciously as she could. "Please do so. Perhaps we can use them as bargaining chips." She couldn't stand to be there when it happened. She had been present for many an interrogation session in her time as a Starfleet Counsellor and telepath, but this was the first time that she had ever had to order it. A few seconds later, she heard over the comm. "Any senior officer respond please." Vanyssa moved closer to Herk. "This is Captain Winters, whois this ?" (Reply Garrett) "Ensign where are you?" (reply Garrett) "What can you tell us ?" Vanyssa realized that she was pacing her Bridge. (reply Garrett) Vanyssa stopped pacing as she got the news about sickbay. "Make your way towards the the hanger if you can. The runabouts should have a medical kit...." She looked at Herk and Hhril. "Is there anyway that we can say..oh take a tricorder and a communicator and hook them together and use the computer on the runabout to...say... scan the ship? We still have communications. The runabouts have self contained computers, right?" She stared at her CONN and Ops officers. They were supposed to be the experts on this kind of thing. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.23 (USS Mystique, Bridge, OPS, Lt (jg) HHril, 1718) "Thank you Sir." said the security officer. HHril replied with a simple smile and a nod and turned back to his station while Dema requested permission to use the observation lounge as an interrogation room. "Please do so. Perhaps we can use them as bargaining chips." Her response was as cool as she could possibly make it, but HHril got the feeling that she was certainly not enjoying this aspect of being in command. =/\=Any senior officers respond please.=/\= said an unfamiliar voice over the re-established comm system. "This is Captain Winters." replied the CO. "Who is this?" ~Who indeed?~ thought HHril to himself. (reply Garrett) "Ensign where are you?" inquired the CO as she began to pace the floor of the bridge. (reply Garrett) "What can you tell us?" (reply Garrett) "Make your way towards the the hanger, if you can." said the CO following the terrible news. "The runabouts should have a medical kit...." A short pause followed as she looked first at Herk and then at HHril. "Is there anyway that we can say..oh take a tricorder and a communicator and hook them together and use the computer on the runabout to...say... scan the ship? We still have communications. The runabouts have self contained computers, right?" "Actually, Captain," began HHril. "That is an excellent idea. Each Runabout has the capability to run either active or passive scans. We will not be able to get the full details that an internal ships scan by the Mystique would give us, and we will not be able to receive the data directly on the bridge, but it should certainly be of some help... given the circumstances." HHril took a breath and then continued. "Captain, if I may, who is Ensign Garrett?" (reply Winters) A slight smile played on HHril's lips, any help for his department would certainly be welcome. "Ensign Garrett," he said in a slightly louder voice, "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?" ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.23 (USS Mystique- Bridge- Conn- Lt Herkimer 78- 1720) Herk listened to the conversation the captain was having, as she worried about the missing officers. When s/he heard that they had lost contact with Jansen and Keswick s/he swore under hir breath. Jansen was on this mission under Herk's recomendation. The pilot was good, but young. S/he hoped that the boy was all right. "Mr. Garrett, what do your sensors show?" Winters asked Garrett. "Can't locate them, Captain," Garrett reported. "Get down to Engineering and work with Mr. Denton on finding a way to find them. No matter where they are on that planet." "Aye Captain, on my way." Garrett left the bridge. "Mr. Zelator, you've been examining the data that has been collected so far. What are your impressions of these people ?" (reply Zelator) "Mr. Herk, can we get closer to the planet?" Vanyssa cried out as the ship rocked. "Report!" She said as the red alert klaxon came on. "Akira class ship decloaking." The tactical officer said. "ID beacon reads USS Dian Chang." The ship rocked again as Mr. Herk tried ot move the ship out of the way. "Hail them." Vanyssa ordered. "This is Captain Jaelle of the USS Dian Chang. By order of Starfleet Command, you are ordered to surrender your vessel or you will be destroyed." Vanyssa's smile widened. She held up her hand in a slashing motion. "Is the shuttle back aboard?" She said, looking over at Herk on CONN. She remembered she had sent Garrett down to Engineering. If the shuttle was back, then he could come back to the bridge, if not he needed to stay there. "Not yet," Herk replied watching the readouts carefully. Vanyssa rose and addressed the screen, trying to buy herself a few moments of time. "Captain Jaelle, I'm sure that you know as well as I do that I have no intention of surrendering this vessel to you." She spoke evenly. "Nor do I have any intention of allowing it to be destroyed. By whose authority do you make this claim ?" Vanyssa saw the Captain make the mute sign herself. "Herk, are they back on board?" The shuttle was just touching down now. "Yes Captain. They're back now." "Senior Officers report to your posts." Winters called out. Jaelle came back on screen. "By order of Admiral Doenitz, Captain Winters." "Captain Jaelle, you should know by now that we do not acknowledge Doenitz as an authority." The captains began to each argue their beliefs intheir admirals. Herk knew that any intelligent being that followed Admiral Doenitz was either uninformed or misinformed. It just wasn't possible for a moral person to live under his leadership. Captain Winters offered to share this information with Captain Jaelle. Suddenly Winters signaled for tactical to mute to transmission. "Hhril are you picking up anything? Full scan, all bands." "Aye, Sir." Hhrill replied, "performing full scan on all bands." As Hhrill performed his scans Herk went over the nav sensors to see if there was anything in that spectral band. "Captain, perhaps we can come to an amicable resolution to our differences. Would you like to come aboard and talk ?" Winters continued. ~That was a good one.~ "No thank you Captain Winters, the only way this can be resolved is if you turn over your ship and present youselves before Starfleet Command to answer for the crimes you have been accused of." "Please do not make this harder than it already is Captain, turn yourself over to me and place your ship under my authority. I will send a party over to take command and we can return it to its place in Starfleet with no bloodshed. Try to be reasonable." Jaelle pleaded, she didn't want to have to carry through with her plans but would do so if her hand was forced. Herk almost laughed at Jaelle's suggestion. He tried to picture what was going through Jaelle's head right now, but he couldn't. Whatever it was, it was lost already. "Herk," the captain caled out, "if she fires, evade and don't let her hit. We'll make a run for that nebula. Hhril, encode a transmission to the away teams, and do it so that she can't pick it up, if possible. I could probably reach Dr. Mias on the planet, but I don't want to try." Herk nodded, fingers already doing what needed to be done. "Running" for the nebula was a relative turn. His read out showed that they still hadn't acquired the unformation they had been looking for. "Understood, Sir." replied HHril as he quickly set about his task. A silent alarm went off as Herk saw the transporterr effect on the bridge. ~Damn, they were trying to board us.~ "Mr. Garrett, Mr. Denton, keep full power on those shields and be prepared to divert as much power as needed to the engines and cloak to make a quick get...." A marine in BDU had transported aboard. The intruder alert siren came on. Herk looked up at the screen to see a smug Jaelle get the message from one of her officers. =^=Our informant aboard the Mystique was correct of course on their shield modulation Captain, all boarding parties have successfully beamed over and are in position.=^= =^=Thank you Mr. Kendricks, tell them to do this with as little bloodshed as possible, I want them alive to stand trial.=^= ~Stand trial my butt.~ Herk thought to hirself. ~Informant? Now I'm really ticked off!~ As more transport signals began to appear. A phaser shot grzed Herks shoulder. S/he cried out, but held onto hir consciousness. Picking hirself off the floor s/he sat back in hir seat in time to feel the ship suddenly linge into space. "What the hel..." The ship had lunged into a high impulse drive away from the planet. When s/he tried to to find out what was going on hir controls seemd to be locked out. "What the f..." "Ensign Dema to Major Lee, the bridge is clear." Then he turned to look at the crew. "Everyone okay?" Dema asked "I'll live," complained Herk, "but I'm not so sure about this console." "Herk where the hell are we going?" Vanyssa asked, moving closer to him as Dema left. "Do we have any kind of inter-ship communication available?" She asked Hhril. "The comm system seems to be intact, however all the other command systems appear to be locked out," Herk replied. "Where we are going is another problem." S/he looked at the nav display as speed picked up to Warp 1. "We seem to be heading for this nebula." S/he pointed to the nebula on the display. =^=Any senior officer respond please.=^= Vanyssa moved closer to Herk. "This is Captain Winters, who is this ?" (Reply Garrett) "Ensign where are you?" (reply Garrett) "What can you tell us ?" (reply Garrett) "Make your way towards the the hanger if you can. The runabouts should have a medical kit...." She looked at Herk and Hhril. "Is there anyway that we can say... oh take a tricorder and a communicator and hook them together and use the computer on the runabout to...say... scan the ship? We still have communications. The runabouts have self contained computers, right?" She stared at her CONN and Ops officers. They were supposed to be the experts on this kind of thing. "Actually, Captain," began HHril. "That is an excellent idea. Each runabout has the capability to run either active or passive scans. We will not be able to get the full details that an internal ships scan by the Mystique would give us, and we will not be able to receive the data directly on the bridge, but it should certainly be of some help... given the circumstances." HHril took a breath and then continued. "Captain, if I may, who is Ensign Garrett?" (reply Winters) A slight smile played on HHril's lips, any help for his department would certainly be welcome. "Ensign Garrett," he said in a slightly louder voice, "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?" Comm signature to tricorder connections were notoriously unreliable, and then adding another ships sensor reading to them. Herk was concerned about actions they might take based on this information, but what other choice did they have. Internal sensors were out, communications were out, ships controls seemned to be out, hir patience was out. S/he figured her best bet was to try and find a way to get some kind of power to the conn. Anything else that happened would be moot if they simply kept going into deep space forever. S/he jumped behind the panel and, using hir strength, pulled of a cover of the isolinear chips that held the power routing system. Moving quickly she began to pull out certain chips and rearrange them. There was a sudden alarm and a computer warning. [Warning, atmospheric control to the bridge is being terminated.} Herk reached round and tapped a button on hir pannel and looked at the eyes staring down at hir. S/he smiled at them. "Ummm... sorry about that." Then she went back to work. S/he found what she was looking for and reconfigured the chips. The lights on the conn pannel flashed and then a steady hum came from it. Herk smiled a toothy smile and jumped back in hir seat. Hir shoulder ached like hell but she kept working diligently. She tried a smiple maneuver and cursed under her breath. Tapping several buttons she began to reinitialize the maneuvering thrusters. it was the fastest routine s/he knew. Drumming hir fingers on hir pannel as s/he waited impatiently for the reinitialization to complete. Then the ship lurched as the controls came back on line. Herk could feel the air start to get a little stuffy already. Looking down at the nav display, noticed that the ship had adjusted it's flight path slightly. The Conn was alive! Now s/he had to get power back to the atmospheric control. That took a few moments, and s/he could smell the sweet fresh air blowing again. "Captain, we are back in control of the maneuvering thrusters. Full conn control will take a few more minutes." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2406.10.23 (USS Mystique - jeffries tubes towards Sickbay – Jennah Winters-Dark - 1721) Jennah had heard the intruder alert and knew what it meant. Someone had come to try to hurt them. Mum had said that if that happened, Jennah was to try to get to the marine staging area. Failing that, to hide. Jennah was her father's daughter. She didn't hide when danger came. Mum just didn't get that. Jennah might not want to be a warrior like Daddy had been, but she didn't want to sit around and wait for someone to save her either. After all, her Daddy had been David Dark, Marine CO of the Suicide Kings, and had taught her a lot about what to do in an invasion. And she was a big girl now, unlike when the romulans had come. She'd been her quarters when it had sounded, and the first thing she had done was go over to the chest Mum kept in the closet of Dad's stuff and kept digging until she found his knives. She slipped one into her boot in the sheath Daddy had for that purpose, then picked up his sword. Phasers Jennah knew nothing about, but swords...Daddy had taught her all about swords. Daddy believed that swords were the ultimate weapon of a civilized person. She picked up her cloak of spide silk which would hide her from sensors, Daddy's special marine tricorder and headed over to the door...which would obligingly not open. ~Grrr.~ Jennah thought to herself, keeping her thoughts quiet. Daddy had said that sometimes boarders used telepaths to find people, and as an empath she could use that to her advantage. So she'd turned around and went over to the jeffries tubes and let herself in. She'd used them on the Nimitz like they were her her personal walkways. Mum had forbidden her from climbing through the Myste, but that hadn't stopped Jennah from trying once or twice or seven times since she'd been aboard. After all, it was good exercise, she reasoned to herself. Going down was a lot easier than going up, she reckoned, arriving outside of sickbays. She used her tricorder, huddling in the spider silk. Lots of readings in there, most of them asleep, some of them in BDU armor. Jennah cautiously touched their thoughts and found them not to be part of Major Rich's team of good guys. ~Hmmm...~ She thought, then climbed around to where the CMO's office was, unsurprised when she peeked out the grill vents to see someone tied up. Jennah wished she had some way of getting to whoever it was to let them loose. ~Chain?~ She wondered for a moment. ~How am I going to cut through metal?~ She wondered. She saw the guard's back turn and head out into the main sickbay. Jennah took this as her chance and slipped in and up behind the CMO. "They've got you chained down." Jennah whispered. "Is there anything that would be able to get you lose?" She asked quietly, one eye and her empathic senses on the door. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.23 (USS Mystique – CMO’S Office – Ensign Angeni O. Windsong-Trommashere - 1722) Angeni kept her hooded eyes on the movements outside of the office, but, suddenly, her ears picked up on the quietest of noises. She focused her mental prowess on the noise, and she felt a feeling of calmness wash over her. She looked around, trying not to turn her head too quickly to alert the guards, but, she looked around enough to try to catch sight of someone…something. Angeni extends her consciousness in a meditating sort of way, and she felt the presence of someone…a child? Angeni started to struggle more against her bonds, when she heard the child drop down onto the floor. She turned in the chair towards the child, but she doesn’t let her head to drop, she stared straight ahead, keeping her mouth from moving too much. She listened to the child speak, and Angeni could feel the childs’ empathetic senses. Angeni couldn’t compare in that regard unless she was touching the person, she just trusted the little girl. What could a child do. With a very soft, slightly nervous voice, Angeni answered the small childs’ questions. “O…Hello child…I know they have me chained. I don’t know what will break through the chains. Can you tell me…if there’s a lock…like a padlock on the chains? Or is there a way to slip them over the back of the chair?” Angeni tilted her head back, and got a slight glimpse of the child, and she pondered for a moment. The child, a female, looked a bit like the Captain. At that moment, the worst thing that could possibly happen, does. Angeni was wearing her contacts, and from the tilted position, the minute she blinked, they both fell out of her eyes, rendering her practically blind. A wave of panic and fear washed over her as she felt one hit her arm and bounce off onto the floor, and the other she had no idea where it went to. Now, it was just her, completely unable to see anything more than six inches from her face, and a small child. The Marines could do just about anything to them at this point, and Angeni wouldn’t know what had happened, or was about to happen until it was too late. Angeni started panicking, and badly. She looked frantically for the child, but, she couldn’t see her or hear her. Her mind started racing around in circles like a dog chasing it’s tail. ~Oh no…oh nononono…My first day on the ship, and now this…oh Wa-ya…oh Mother…please…send me guidance…please!~ Slowly, a calming feeling washed through her mind, and a far away, but close voice floats through her mind, ~”Trust the girl, Angeni…Trust the child…”~ Angeni pondered the words of the Mother, then she nodded ever so slightly. Turning in the direction she last saw the girl, she spoke in a low, calm voice. “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?” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.23 (USS Gunnel; FO Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia; 2127) Ketal started to read the passage Peter had pointed out. "The actual description of the building is unclear Commander, however, because it specifies the rough location and also hints that it is unusually large compared to the normal Raellean architecture I would certainly be inclined to believe it should be simple to find. Under normal circumstances it would be a matter of minutes to find such a structure even if it had crumbled into ruins because of its distinctive nature but due to the dampening effect inherent on sensors in this area of the planet I am not certain how long it will take to find it. I am making every effort to reconfigure the sensors to make them usable Commander but there appears to be some sort of energy dampening effect that is affecting both communications and sensors as you know, with the ship's scientific equipment and processing power it would take much less time to solve but being within the environs of its effect I am working blind so to speak. I apologize for the delay it is causing." Was the reply. "Very well, continue with your efforts. But make it quick." He replied. Once Riven was onboard he started to answer Peters questions. "Commander the Captain told me very little but I did pick up some impressions from her mind, the Mystique was communicating with another starfleet vessel in orbit around the planet, another Akira class named the Dian Chang. When I picked up her call I saw an armed marine in BDU along with others on the bridge of the Mystique. They have boarders on the bridge and only the goddess knows where else on the ship!" "Marines! DAMN AND BLAST!" He shouted. "One would assume that they would be in all nerve-centres. Sarouk and HHril, if he's back, will be able to handle it. Major Lee will repel the marines and Ensign Dema would regain control of the ship, with the rest of the security teams. The Captain is a good diplomat, she won't do anything too rash." He was verbalising what he was thinking, it was directed to no-one inparticular. He was reassuring himself that he needed to get his crew back, before attempting any kind of infiltration of the Mystique, or the new Akira, the Diang Chang. ~What should I do?~ He thought. "Sugestions." He asked Riven. "Perhaps we could beam to the area you and Mr. Ketal were considering and search from the ground Commander, it would certainly be better than standing here." Riven offered. "I don't think that would be helpful, we could be getting into a situation we know nothing about. We need to get Raynar on ship, locate him and beam him here now. Any word on Keswick and Jansen?" Peter was sounding rather worried and his instructions were rushed. He was facing a potentially devastating situation. He would soon be faced, he thought, with flying a shuttle at maximum warp back to Starbase Geneva. That was not a warming idea. No, he had to concentrate on this mission, the Captain would do a fine job and all will be well. Riven suddenly shouted out. "Commander it is Telan, he is alone in the city unfortunately, do you have any instructions for him?" "Just tell him to get to the rendevouz-point where we entered the city, and wait until he is beamed aboard." Peter was now rather pleased that one member of his team had been successfully found. Peter turned to walk into the bridge compartment, he strode in and sat in his seat. Just then Raynar's voice came from the rear. "We're getting this ship spaceborn, positions please." Peter started the pre-flight sequence and the others started to file into the bridge. "Report Mr Ketal." "Ms. Trenor has picked up a number of life forms in the specified location Commander however there are no traces of the missing members of our party. One other thing Commander I would advise against moving into orbit. This shuttlecraft is no match for an Akira class starship and we would be quickly destroyed." Came the voice of the CSO. "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?" (Reply Alicia) "Can you tell me anything, can you sense anything at all?" (Reply Alicia) "It's going to be okay, Alicia, I promise. We'll get them out of wherever they are soon enough." Peter started the flight sequence and the shuttle lifted off the ground. "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 Diang 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?" (Reply all) The Gunnel started to asscend slowly, once it was clear of the tree line they started to climb rappidly. They hit the lower part of the atmosphere mere seconds later, and the shuttle started to lurch from side to side. It was quite violent at first, but the inertial dampeners started to do their job and it was like driving on a dirt road. "Mr Ketal, anything?" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- End compile