Compile Summary Your adoring CSO ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2406.10.23 (USS Mystique, Corridor, Deck 15, Lt (jg) HHril, 1850) (USS Mystique, Main Engineering, Lt (jg) HHril, 1852) (USS Mystique - Deck 5 - Sarah Nevada - 1946) (USS Mystique - Deck 6 - Sarah Nevada - 1948) (USS Mystique, Holodeck, CO Captain Vanyssa Winters & Ensign Jason Dema, 2015) (USS Mystique,Security Center, CO Captain Vanyssa Winters & Ensign Jason Dema & CCE Oo'lish & Enemy MCO, 2033) (USS Mystique, Empty Office, CO Captain Vanyssa Winters, 2048) (Planet Raelleus IVMeeting Hall - somewhere in Falais City - Killman Tailar - 2145) (USS Mystique, Sickbay - Major Richard Ian Lee - 2146) (USS Mystique, Sickbay - Jennah Winters-Dark - 2149) (USS Mystique - Sickbay - Ensign Jason Dema - 2208) (Raelleus IV - Kel-jinn's rooms - Killman Melek Tailar - 2210) (USS Mystique- Bridge - Conn- Lt Herkimer 78- 2215) (Raelleus IV - Dungeons - Killman Melek Tailar - 2220) (USS Mystique, Sick Bay - Dr. Terry Markstein - 2245) Stardate: 2406.10.24 (USS Mystique, Sick Bay – Ensign Angeni Windsong-Trommashere - 2247) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.24 (USS Mystique-Sickbay- Cnn- Lt. Herkimer 78- 0325) (USS Mystique, Sickbay - Major Richard Ian Lee - 0326) (USS Mystique-Sickbay- Conn- Lt. Herkimer 78- 0327) (USS Mystique-Sickbay- CO - Captain Winters- 0328) (USS Mystique - Sickbay - Major Richard Ian Lee - 0329) (USS Mystique, Sickbay, CEO, Lt(sg) Sarouk, 0425) --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Begin Compile Stardate: 2406.10.23 (USS Mystique, Corridor, Deck 15, Lt (jg) HHril, 1850) Stepping off of the turbolift on deck 15, HHril immediately perceived the carnage and the damage the boarding and attempted capture of the Mystique had produced. HHril walked down the corridor taking in the all that he saw. Phaser scars were everywhere. Some places worse than others. The smell of death hung in the air. This had not been the most successful of boardings for either side. And regardless of the outcome, HHril felt that more could be done to prevent this from happening again. He continued on his way down the corridor to Main Engineering passing repair teams as they made their way down the corridor he had taken. Turning one last corner, he could see down the corridor into main engineering. The sight only worsened as he continued towards his target. Engineering looked like the interior of a shooting range. Their were burns and scars everywhere. Pieces of bulkhead had been cut through, showing the devastating force that had been used in the battle. Anyone not in BDU that would have gotten caught in the crossfire would have a large hole bore through them. Not that anyone in BDU would have faired much better after a sustained blast. And through it all, he had been stuck on the bridge, unable to do anything. He knew how the CO was feeling. He was feeling the same way. But then he remembered his words to young Ensign Dema... that sometimes, ones position is not with a rifle in ones hand. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.23 (USS Mystique, Main Engineering, Lt (jg) HHril, 1852) HHril stepped out of the corridor and into the heart of Main Engineering. It was a charred mess. Some stations were still operational, which was obviously a good sign, but their were others that would need to be completely replaced. HHril instinctively took notes on his PADD as he passed through. He had been looking for Lt. Sarouk, but he seemed pre-disposed at the moment and thought it better to make a full run through before going over to speak to him... this would also, hopefully, afford the Vulcan the opportunity to dispatch all those that needed dispatching. He stepped past the groups of people huddled around the chief Engineer and made his way to a station that had made it through unscathed, whether by pure luck or by lucky placement. He brought the display online and began running diagnostics on the power and communication systems. The sight that greeted him as the answers he had asked for came in was bad... about what he expected from the look of the deck, but still very, very bad. The power distribution systems were in bad shape. They were going to require a lot of work. And the subspace communications system were offline. An unfortunate casualty of the battle for the Mystique. Repairing the damage to the communications system would be the easy part. Getting enough power to send a message to the away team through the murk of the Nebula was going to be another problem. Based on his initial findings, it was going to take quite a power boost to get the message through the interference caused by the radiation. Launching a simple relay probe out of the nebula could, of course, help, but that could give away their position, and with the ship in the stat it was in, HHril was certain that keeping the ship in one piece had to be first priority. He immediately set to work to bring the communication systems online. He was more than capable as an Engineer, and thought it best to let Sarouk worry about the power and such for the moment, whilst he took care of COMM's. "Sir." came the voice he had heard for the first time over the communications channel earlier. He turned to finally put a face to the voice and name. "Here's an assessment of the injured personnel and revised work schedules," he said, handing the PADD over to HHril. "Captain Winters wanted me to run them through you." HHril took the pro-offered PADD and read the information as quickly as his ch'Rihan eyes would allow. The good news was there were substantially more injured than dead which is always a good thing. The bad news, besides the number of dead and severely injured, was that they would be short-staffed for the next few days. And given the state the Mystique found herself in, that did not bode well. "Good work. Thank you Ensign." said HHril as he finished reading the last of the information on the PADD. "Get this information logged so that department heads will have access to it. Keep me appraised of any changes to these numbers. We will no doubt have others who will work until they collapse, and others who will be ready to come back to work before we expect them to. I need a running total, as up to date as can be allowed for. Hour intervals would be best, but I will understand if it goes past that." "I'll log them into the computer immediately, Sir," replied the aOPS. "With your permission Sir, once I've finished, I would like to help with repairs in Engineering. They've got a helluva mess." "Permission granted." replied HHril as he turned from the Ensign. "Once you have logged the data, report back to me. I will require your assistance myself." "Yes Sir." replied the aOPS and moved off to another available station to complete his task. HHril could see that Garrett was already a very competant officer. That was good news for the Mystique. She would need all the competant officers she could get. They were in a bad place now. It would be imperative that each and every member of the crew step up and do their part. HHril was certain that his assistant would not have a problem with that. HHril accessed the main communications system and ran a thurough diagnostic on the systems. It was as he had thought. A few key strokes later... "Computer, re-initialize subspace communication systems." The computer bleeped in acknowledgment, and HHril saw the systems come back to life on his display. ~One down, who knows how many to go.~ he thought to himself. He spun around and headed in the direction of Lt. Sarouk, who had seemingly finished dispatching his repair teams for the time being. "Lieutenant." said HHril as he approached the Vulcan Chief of Engineering. "Might I have a moment of your time?" (reply Sarouk) "We desperately need to get a message to the away team. As it stand right now, we do not have the power neccessary to do that from within the nebula. I would like you to work with Ensign Garrett to rectify that situation. Top priority." (reply Sarouk, more can go here if you want) "Thank you, Mr. Sarouk." he replied and offered up a smile. "Should you need me, I will be on the bridge." --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.23 (USS Mystique - Deck 5 - Sarah Nevada - 1946) Most of the conduits were installed, just a few more finishing touches and Deck 5 would be operational within acceptable parameters. "Anyone else who needs help, otherwise I'll continue to head to deck 6, see if they need some help." Everyone seemed to be okay, so she went for the turbolift. (reply any, dale perhaps) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2406.10.23 (USS Mystique - Deck 6 - Sarah Nevada - 1948) upon entering deck 6, she saw 2 young engineerstrying to place a conduit in the right position. one didn't knew better then to punch it hard, before Sarah could stop them, the coupling broke and caused a small explosion, yet powerfull enough to throw the young engineers against the wall and to knock Sarah down. =/\= Ensign Sarah to sickbay, there has been an explosion on deck 6, at least 2 casualties. =/\= (reply sickbay if needed) as quick as she could she ordered another engineer to cut of the plasma flow, while Sarah would start to extinguish the fire. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2406.10.23 (USS Mystique, Holodeck, CO Captain Vanyssa Winters & Ensign Jason Dema, 2015) "Captain, care to take a walk, so Oo'lish can go her way for a while." Dema asked, motioning her out of the security center Vanyssa frowned at Dema who dragged her out of there. Jason let Vanyssa go first and they walked down the corridor, where damage could still be seen from phaser-fire and small blasts. Seeing Vanyssa so tense, he decided to take activate the holodeck for a more relaxing environment. "Computer, initiate program 'Dema's gift', but delete leisure facilities and structures." THey stepped inside and were walking on a satin-white beach, attacked by waves of a clear blue sea, in the distance, waves were splashing up against tall rocks, with a beautiful viewing-spot on top of the cliffs. Jason started to walk towards that high point, along small dirt-roads, just wide enough for 2 people to walk next to each other, while he started talking against Vanyssa. "Captain, are you all right, cause you seem kind of tense." Vanyssa gave Dema a strange look, pissed that he dragged her onto the holodeck when her ship needed every ounce of power it could get. "I suppose I am. I haven't been happy since the away team left. It's been a stressful couple of days. I miss Ketal. I miss David. I want to know if Rich Lee is going to survive. I hate having a bodyguard follow me everywhere. And I hate that this man knows something about my daughter. I need to know what." Back in the Security Center, Oo'lish was working. The Private that dropped off her bag looked at the officer tied to the chair with a snarl, Oo'lish gave his shoulder a pat. "Lay off, report outside." She put the bag down and opened three very specific containers in it. She tapped her badge briefly; "Ensign Dema, if you would be so kind, please disabled the security cameras and all warning devices in this room." Dema's reply was in the affirmative. Oo'lish had taken out three vials, one was a stimulant, of which she drew 50cc's into a hypospray and pushed against the MCO's neck. If the man wasn't aware, then she would have to change tracks. After several long moments, Colonel Rico's eyes focused on her face. She smiled, deceptively gentle. "Time for your mantra, Chief. Are you going to talk?" The Marine's face crumpled, then he said: "Janson, Ricardo, H. Lie..." Oo'lish interrupted him, "Right, you're here enough to work on then." She then went silent and pulled out two old-fashioned syringes. This technique was very quiet, very dark, and only used in the most dire of circumstances. Without saying a word she drew 50cc's of the first liquid into the syringe, then walked over to the enemy Marine and ejected it into his neck. The Marine didn't have much strength, but he tried to pull away. Oo'lish didn't much care, if the needle broke off; it was his pain and not hers. Then, without saying another word, she pulled more liquid from another, and repeated the process. "Alright then," she said as she picked her bag up. She pulled out one more vial and syringe, this time with a bright-blue liquid. She slowly proceeded to draw every ounce of fluid from the vial. And then, with a perfectly straight face, she drug a chair in front of the MCO and sat down. "I'm not sure how much you know about Combat Engineers, Colonel." she said with levity, "But we are not nice people when angered." She folded her hands together with the syringe and bright-blue fluid held between them. "If you know anything about them, you will know the drill. But just for kicks, how about I explain it, mmm?" She smiled. "The two drugs I injected you with are very powerful. One is a truth-agent, one that you might have a chance to resist, though I doubt it. The other is a neurotoxin. The truth-agent works with the neurotoxin to form an even more powerful truth agent. Good for us, bad for you however. If that chemical mix has a chance to take effect, it will already be far to late for you my friend." Oo'lish sat back and quirked her head, then held up the syringe she was holding. "This is the anti-dote. For every time you fail to answer me, or every wrong answer you give, I will squirt out a portion. If, at the end of an hour, there isn't at least 20 CC's left here, then you will be a dead man inside the next two hours. There are no other vials of this antidote on the ship, and it can't be replicated." She smiled again, "So one way or the other, I will have my answers. Either you will be a willing participant, or it will be forced from you and you will be dead 3 hours from now. Your choice." She stood up and squirted 10 of the 100cc's in the vial on his face. "So, let's begin, shall we?" "Go to hell," he spat, weakly. "Probably, but Ill have you for company, so it should be fun." She paused, and squirted another five CC's onto the man's face, leaving 85, another 654cc's to play with before the Chief was a dead-man. "Now, behave." She tapped her badge again, "Sergeant Oo'lish to Captain Winters and Ensign Dema, please join me with the prisoner." She sighed and heard Oo'lish summoning them back. "We'll be right there, Oo'lish." She said, exiting the holodeck and heading back towards security. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.23 (USS Mystique,Security Center, CO Captain Vanyssa Winters & Ensign Jason Dema & CCE Oo'lish & Enemy MCO, 2033) Once they had walked in, she said "Feel free to ask your questions, Sirs,Ill be watching his behavior." Vanyssa nodded and knelt down next to the MCO. "I need to know why you've singled out the Mystique as your target. What is so special about her?" It wasn't the question that she wanted to ask, but it needed answering. Rico, who knew very well what was happening within his body right now,looked back up again. He tried to spit, but his mouth was incredibly dry. He was in poor shape, and he knew it. The truth serum would be kicking in within a few more minutes, he would have to make a concentrated effort to fight it. He took a breath, "Her waste reclamation system," He finally said with a false grin, "We wanna know how it keeps a crew of such s*it as yours clean." The Combat Engineer squirted just a bit of the fluid onto his chest, Rico watched it with something approximating sadness. His life was going to end soon, Everything for the Corps. Vanyssa looked back up at Oo'lish, her eyes widening. She had a good idea what Oo'lish was doing, she'd been briefed by Lee on the various techniques that might be used against her should she be captured. She'd also heard about Falthgood doing something similar on the Nimitz. Sash hadn't given her any of the details, but she knew that she would have all the answers she needed soon enough. "Let's try that again. Why are you singling out the Mystique?" Rico snorted in disdain and turned his head. This wench thought she was clever, that was fine. Vanyssa looked at Oo'lish. "You know that we will find out eventually. I would rather not have you die. Please talk to me." Vanyssa pleaded. She did not want to be responsible for his death. She had enough of those on her hands. "Would you rather die needlessly?" Rico continued to count, being silent for long moments as he tossed numbers through his head. His concentration was stronger; whatever that Marine had used was fairly potent, he could feel his heart pounding in his ears... or was that because of the other drugs? No doubt creeped into his mind as he looked at her though, his words were perfectly clear and exceptionally loud as he bellowed: "Annihilation to traitors!" Jason heard the answers from the CMO and thought of something. "Excuse me for a moment Captain." Vanyssa nodded, backing up a bit. Jason stepped out and walked towards a technician that maintained the weapons. "could you provide me a rifle, that does heavy stun on the highest setting, meaning that lvl 14 is heavy stun." "That can be arranged." The technician said "Good, deliver it to me when ready." He ignored the CE as she squirted more of his life away; rather he closed his eyes and continued counting to himself. Vanyssa sighed, looking over at the CE. "How much is left?" She asked, sounding desperate to herself. She caught another glimpse of a farmhouse burning. "Whose farmhouse is that?" Her eyes narrowed as she saw herself staring at the fire, smelling the smoke, the acrid fumes burning her eyes and nose. She tried to breathe...found she couldn't. Oo'lish's touch on her arm caused her to jerk back to the scene playing out in front of her. "How much do you have to have for him to live?" She said, her eyes narrowing again. If this man was going to die, Vanyssa was going to be the bringer of it. The Master Sergeant looked at her for a moment, then down at the vial. "I need 20cc's Captain, 22 to be safe. I have... 50 left." She looked back over, the Captain obviously had something on her mind. The Captain, for her part, was still looking at the renegade MCO. Not for the first time, the American Indian was grateful that she wasn't telepathic. For his part, the Colonel was saying nothing, not since his pronouncement of death to traitors. The door chimed, Jason opened, to see the technician with the adjusted rifle. "Thanks for the fast order." Jason said. He turned around, holding the rifle in his hands Vanyssa nodded, sighing. He wasn't going to talk. At least, not willingly. She took a deep breath and plunged deeper into the memory of the burning farmhouse, rewinding it, and seeing her grandmother's face, begging to live. The MCO's gun hit her grandmother in the face, causing her to collapse. Vanyssa's eyes widened as she watched him place the explosives around the perimeter of the room. She easily recognized her daughter, almost eight months older and beginning to walk, being carried by a female in a BDU. Again, Oo'lish's hand on her arm threw her out of the memory. "WHERE IS SHE." Vanyssa screamed, grabbing the MCO by the front of his clothing and pulling him up towards her. "Where is my daughter." She said, loosing the last vestige of calm that she had. Jason saw the reaction from Vanyssa, he was surprised by it, and shocked. He was in doubt, either tell Vanyssa to calm down, or make this a security issue, in that case, he could command Vanyssa to leave the room, as she is an involved party. He decided to wait and see what would happen. The MCO bubbled up from the little dream-world he was constructing at the Captain's obvious distress, and smiled nastily. It was the smile of an executioner, the smile of someone who was enjoying torment, even if that enjoyment would cost him his life. And then, as a deliberate insult, he closed his eyes again. Vanyssa slapped the MCO hard twice, then dropped him and stalked out of the room. She turned to Oo'lish. "FInd out everything that he knows about my daughter. Find out everything he knows about why and how my ship is under attack. I have a call to make." Her eyes were hard as she left Dema and Oo'lish standing there. She walked down the hallway, crew moving out of her way, and into one of the other offices on the Deck. She walked over to the Desk, and sat down at it, heaving a small sigh. She hated what this war was doing to her, turning her into. She was becoming one of the people she hated. "Winters to Bridge. I need a secure line to Admiral LoDona's ship. Captain's Priority." She said, taking a seat and sighing, waiting for the connection to be made. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.23 (USS Mystique, Empty Office, CO Captain Vanyssa Winters, 2048) Once the connection was made, she saw Robert LoDona's face appear on the screen. "Admiral, I have some disturbing news." She said, taking a deep breath. "And I apologize for bothering you." She then recounted everything that had happened, the Dian Chang, the invasion, the deaths, the numbers in custody and finally the MCO. "My Combat Engineer BodyGuard, Master Sargeant Oo'lish and my Chief of Security are interrogating him now." She said carefully, leaving out the middle part about the drug, knowing LoDona, as a former Combat Engineer, would be available to fill in the blanks. "My family house on Betazed has been burned to the ground, my only relative, my grandmother, has been murdered at the hands of this man, and they have my daughter, Admiral" She said, finally, the tears streaming out of her eyes. "My ship can't take another fight with the Dian Chang, and I have crew still on the planet. I believe all the Combat Engineers are dead, but these marines are dangerous, and the Mystique is not a prison vessel. I need assistance, Admiral, from someone who knows how to contain marines. Many of mine are dead, and Major Lee is not going to be on duty for a while." She waited for words of wisdom to fall from the mouth of her personal hero. LoDona sat back, his face a mask. "A moment, Captain." He said as he tapped a button on his desk and a secondary monitor arose from his desk. He tapped a few buttons on it, bringing up the current strategic map. After a few seconds of study he nodded, then turned back. "You will have help within two days, a ship far better suited to holding a group of hostile Marines." He paused, "He will also be able to help you with... your other problem." Vanyssa nodded. "Who should I be expecting, Admiral?" She wiped the tears away absentmindedly a bit angry with herself for allowing them. She had things to concentrate on. "And do you have any further orders?" She said, anxious to get back to the interrogation. She was also somewhat surprised that she hadn't thought to ask for help before. "The Night's Watch, Captain." Robert said, "Look for Captain Lee." Hesaid. He folded his hands together and looked at her hard for long moments, appraising her. Finally, he said "is there anything else, Captain Winters?" Vanyssa gave him an appraising look for a second. "No, Sir. Just advice from a friend who cares about you. Please take it easy. I'm sure that you get enough nagging from your doctors and counsellors on that subject though." She looked down and then back up with serious eyes. "I'm sorry for failing you, Sir." "You haven't failed, Captain." Robert said in a solid tone. "The ship is in your hands, you did well by your crew, you did what matters." He folded his hands together, "Report to Lee once he arrives, LoDona out." Vanyssa nodded, getting up and heading back into the interrogation. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.23 (Planet Raelleus IVMeeting Hall - somewhere in Falais City - Killman Tailar - 2145) His threat with the knife did not loosen up the small ones tongue but the large one called Keswick spoke up rather quickly and defiantly "We are her to learn about your culture and how you live and interact with each other. That is all." "We may have a common enemy in Prince Hanaldine and a common lineage inasmuch that one of my ancestors was of your Federation -- one of the original visitors who came to our world so many, many years ago." He paused a moment. "The lairmen who dwell beneath the city know more about you than you realize. Some of the lairmen are of the "pure breed.'" He spat the last words, visciously. "Many of us are hybrids of your people and native Raelleans -- the progeny of violence for the most part, have no doubt. But all of us who dwell down below have rejected the powers above. So we are outcasts. Some of us know how to gain favor with the Prince and use it to advantage. I can use it to your advantage as well as ours, if your mighty Federation is willing to aid a lowly race born from its own people." "The Federation will not get involved in the internal politics of your planet. We are here to learn about your people and about the flying box by the founding fathers that is in a decaying orbit around your planet. The rest is up to you to solve on your own." Melek waited impatiently as the questioning continued, it appeared already they would glean little from these two and Keswick was growing more defiant with each answer. "Perhaps, Master Keswick, its the habit of your Federation to drop its people onto a world then accept no further responsiblity for the outcome." "First of all Kel-jinn we take full responsibility in every thing we do.The federation has never left its people behind and the Federation has never visited this world. If this is some kind of trick to get information out of us it will not work. Now, I demand you release us at once." ~That does it!~ Melek began moving around Keswick to take up a position between him and his lord while loosening the shock stick on his belt. "I feel I must tell you that the prince wants me to deal with your interrogation in a most uncomfortable manner and finally see to your execution. Such duties I generally give to my large friend, First Killman Tailar. A grisly task that he performs with great efficiency. The instruments you see in this room is only a part of his job, but he seldom bothers with them except on a weaker subject who would require less persuasion." "Look I don't take threats vary well Kel-jinn," Keswick said defiantly. "I do not intend to threaten you with these words. I'm only introducing you the grim realities of this world. I have spent many years gleaning some favor with Prince Hanaldine. I will not sacrifice those efforts. He expects me to bring him satisfactory information then kill you." He continued, trying to be reasuring. "You and your friend are not personally responsible for the sufferings of our people - and we are as much your people as the Raelleans'. But if keeping my earned postion requires the torturing and killing of a few offworlders whose ancestors have only brought pain and suffering to many generations of its own people, so be it." Again, Kel-jinn continued. "I have the power to set you and your friend free. You have the power to help the orphans of the Federation. I will give you a time to consider everything I've said and allow you time to decide your fate." Kel-jinn stood up, dismissing them. "I will, also, go to the Prince and tell him that you should be kept alive for the moment. He will believe me. Tailar take them back to their prison." "Yes lord," Melek said and looked at the one called Keswick levelly, he had no illusions the big one would go easily, he took the shock stick out and pressed it to Keswick's side and pushed the control button as he spoke. "Move outworlder, your time here is finished." "Hey!" The small one shouted and stepped toward him, Melek turned toward him with the shock stick ready and a ferocious look on his face. ~Try it little one,~ he thought but a look of fear swept over the one called Jansen and he stepped back, Melek was disappointed. He turned his attention back to Keswick and said in a growl. "Now move!" Melek should have seen it coming, the guards were lax and instead of taking up proper positions both before and after they fell in behind the group thinking the two were cowed and Melek was too busy watching Keswick to take proper notice, when the two ducked around the corner he leaped around it and right into a punch in the throat. Tailar hit the floor on his face gasping for breath as the guards ran up and took possession of the prisoners, his rage at both the guard's stupidity and the alien's boldness began to boil up from the depths of his being. He heard them speaking as he was struggling to get to his feet. "I'm not so sure that was the wisest thing to do." "Look Jansen this is just an old fashion jail break now.Follow me I think we overstayed our welcome." After the two were taken into custody one of the guards helped Melek up, his face was red with the depths of his rage. He shook the hands off him and staggered a little. Then he straightened himself up and went over to Keswick with his shock stick in hand. He lifted the instrument and made an adjustment. Keswick and Jansen fought against the hands that held them, to no avail. Tailar smiled an evil smile and held the pain stick to Keswicks temple. As hard as he tried to hold it in, Keswick finally let out a blood curdling scream, that seemed to last for an hour. Melek reveled in the sound. "You're going to kill him!" Jansen yelled. "That's the idea," Tailar replied through gritted teeth. Then he stopped. ~What is this?~ He tried to move the shock stick back to Keswick but it was like he was trying to push over a building. Keswick slumped to the ground, sweat pouring from his forhead, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. Melek looked over at Jansen who had an intense look of concentration on his face. Suddenly the Killman found himself flung hard against the wall and after the initial shock his rage rekindled at the attack. "Why you little freak," he approached Jansen. Suddenly he couldn't get any closer. it was as if his legs smiply would not move him forward any longer. He turned to the other guards. "Get them the hell out of my sight." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2406.10.23 (USS Mystique, Sickbay - Major Richard Ian Lee - 2146) "Uh, Rich?" She said, her eyes widening and blushing. "Are you ok? Do I need to go get the EMH? Miss Angeni had to go to the Bridge. She's spent a long time working on you." Rich blinked his eyes a couple times, but didn't do much when the girl jerked her hand away. "How can you bear that much pain?" The major ground his jaw a bit, "I don't..." he finally said. "Computer, get the bucket of bolts going... the EMH." A second passed, and then a bald man in medical blue shimmered before their eyes. "Please state the nature of the medical emergency." "Drugs, lots of em." Rich managed to say, without much of a growl. The Holo-doc walked over to the opposite side of Jenna and looked at his stats, "As you wish." A quick hypo-spray later and Lee was feeling as good as rain... like he had just had a hole drilled in his side. He sighed lightly and looked over at Jenna. "Well, you are not the first person I expected to be at my bedside, but you are certainly a far more attractive proposition then what I did expect. I take it we won?" (reply: Jenna) ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.23 (USS Mystique, Sickbay - Jennah Winters-Dark - 2149) "Drugs, lots of em." Rich managed to say, without much of a growl. Jennah managed not to giggle as the drugs were injected. "They feel funny." She said, then succumbing to the giggles. "Like someone is tickling the insides of me." The EMH gave her a long look before turning back to the Major. "Well, you are not the first person I expected to be at my bedside, but you are certainly a far more attractive proposition then what I did expect. I take it we won?" Jennah flushed at being called attractive. "Thanks, uh, I think." She said, turning a crimson red. "And yeah, we won. We almost didn't though. That scary Sarouk did something and put all the bad marines in the cargo bay in their undies." And then she did giggle. "Mum was in the security office a lot this evening with her bodyguard. She's really depressed. Mum that is. And Mum said a Captain Lee is coming from the great Admiral to help us." Jennah finished. "Is he a relative of yours? " She asked, curiously. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2406.10.23 (USS Mystique, Sickbay - Major Richard Ian Lee - 2152) "Thanks, uh, I think." She said, turning a crimson red. "And yeah, we won.We almost didn't though. That scary Sarouk did something and put all the bad marines in the cargo bay in their undies." And then she did giggle. "Mum was in the security office a lot this evening with her bodyguard. She's really depressed. Mum that is. And Mum said a Captain Lee is coming from the great Admiral to help us." Jennah finished. "Is he a relative of yours? " Richard closed his eyes for a few moments and sighed. "Yes, and no. Ill explain it to you when I have my head clear, the details of it are...foggy." (reply: if desired) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.23 (USS Mystique - Sickbay - Ensign Jason Dema - 2208) Jason was glad the interrogation was over, for the MCO's sake, his, but most of all for Vanyssa's sake, as she seemed to suffer from what she came to know. He was thinking to do something for her, to cheer her up, but knowing what was eating her, nothing would cheer her up. Still he was allready planning something, in case he found a good moment to do it. First of all he went to sickbay, to see if they would have time to check his wound. He entered sickbay and walked over to the docter. "I'm Ensign Dema, I was wondering if you had the time to check my wound." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.23 (Raelleus IV - Kel-jinn's rooms - Killman Melek Tailar - 2210) After the guards had forced the two into the cell Melek swept back down the hallway toward Kel-jinn's suite, he had news that would be of interest to his lord. The two guards standing before the door nodded and let him pass, he flung open the door and strode into the room; surprising Kel-jinn, at his look of anger Melek dropped his gaze and spoke. "My apologies my lord I have news of great import that you will find of interest." (Reply: Kel-jinn) Melek bowed deeply, "The one called Jansen appears to be growing in the power to move objects telekinetically master, he could be very valuable as he appears to be gaining a formidable strength at it. I would also caution this may make it hard to keep them incarcerated. Do you wish for me to slay them?" (Reply: Kel-jinn) Melek's eyes widened. "An alliance? Master you have already offered them so much earlier and they refused. Why do you think their minds could be changed?' (Reply: Kel-jinn) Melek smiled in understanding. "I see master, yes Jansen is weak minded though powerful; if he were separated from his companion.... I will fetch him for you immediately." (Reply: Kel-jinn) ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.23 (USS Mystique- Bridge - Conn- Lt Herkimer 78- 2215) Herk and Tourana had been working non-stop on the navigational computers. It had been one, big, ugly mess. Every bypass that Herk knew had been blown by the destruction of the mains. This meant that s/he had to come up with something completely new. Now this was a problem that Herk liked to work out. Tourana hadn't proven to be nearly so patient. She wanted it fixed now but Herk knew that wasn't going to happen. So plan became to start from scratch. Herk litterally emptied the isolinear chips in the back of the nav com and set to creating a whole new pathway to the engine controls. They took to playing games with the chips. "What's this chip for?" became Herk's favorite. Pretty soon the work was going faster and the two of them were chattering and laughing. "I don't want to say what this chips original puprose is for," Herk said, "but I allof the uniforms will be coming out in a nice see through satiny material for the next few hours." Tourana burst into a peel of laughter, showing that she was truely getting tired. Herk put hir hand on the thigh of hir partner. They both stopped and looked at each other for a moment. Well, after all, it had been a long day. A little fun would never hurt. "How's it going guys?" The voice of the captain suddenly interrupted them. Herk removed hir hand quickly and sat up, holding a stack of chips. "Believe it or not,"s/he said, "it's going pretty well. At this rate we chould be done in , oh..." "Three days," Tourana shot in and began to giggle again. Herk held back hir own laughter, "Sorry Captain, we're getting a little punchy." Hir tummy gurggled and hir mind turned to food. "And hungry." "Estimation of repair?" Captain Winter's looked a little worried. "Ask us again in about two hours," Herk tried to be reassuring. "Meanwhile, you'll be happy to know that the replicator in your ready room is now functioning. Don't ask me how, but it used to be routed through this panel." The captain turned and walked away. S/he returned hir focus to the puzzle of putting the nav com back together. A corner of hir mind though, tracked the captain. Herk was a little worried about hir CO. She was taking this all a little too personally. "I'm going for a walk." Winters suddenly reported. "Any news on propul... scratch that. If you have some good news on propulsion feel free to contact me. You have the Bridge, Herk." "Aye Captain," Herk replied without moving. Hir tummy growled again. This was rediculous. "First order of business, Ensign, is food. We're not going to get done any faster by starving to death. Why don't you go rustle us up some food, and I'll keep at this. Tourana agreed and got up. Herk place two chips into their bays and got a hopeful hum from the conn computer. The next one though set off an alarm that only by taking out the last three would it stop. Herk rubbed her forhead in frustration. "Okay my dear one more time," s/he said to hirself. She picked up a stack of chips and started to go through them, laying them out, once agian, in an order that seemed logical, and should work, just as the last five attempts should have. By the time Tourana had returned with some sandwiches Herk had managed to replace no less than five chips, and lights were flickering on and off on the conn control panel. Tourana looked at hir in amazement. "She's showing signs of life. We might get this done after all." They worked while they ate, encouraged by Herk's minor successes. By the time they had finished their food, four more chips had managed to to find homes, and now there wsas a steady humm of power going to the conn. Herk smiled at Tourana. "It's alive, it's alive!!" Tourana laughed and threw her arms around herk. herk returned the embrace, enjoying the sensation of touching another person. S/he was after all,Hermat. Herk looked around the bridge and saw the others watching their display. S/he smiled at them and stepped back from Tourana. They can really celebrate if they can get a connection to the central computer. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.23 (Raelleus IV - Dungeons - Killman Melek Tailar - 2220) Melek stayed alert as the guard opened the door and making sure the two prisoners were well away from the door he stepped up to it. He pointed at the one called Jansen. "You, come with me." (Reply: Jansen) Melek motioned to the crossbowmen. "You have no choice outworlder, you have been summoned." Melek stepped back and waited for Jansen to emerge, ready for an attack, he did not relax as Jansen stepped into the hall and the door was relocked; this one could prove to be dangerous. "My Lord has an offer for you, if I were you I would accept it." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2406.10.23 (USS Mystique, Sick Bay - Dr. Terry Markstein - 2245) Terry strode into the sickbay, noticing a woman working on a mixture at a lab station in the corner. "Ensign Windsong-Trommashere?" (reply - Angeni) Terry stepped forward, nodding in greeting. "I'm Dr. Markstein. I'm sorry it took me so long to make my way here. I hope you're expecting me." (reply- Angeni) Terry walked over to where the doctor had been working. "I understand you have a plan for sedating the marines. How can I help?" ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.23 (USS Mystique, Sick Bay – Ensign Angeni Windsong-Trommashere - 2247) Angeni had rushed back down to sickbay after getting her orders to use her Red Shepen to sedate the marines. She hurried back into Sick Bay, giving Jennah a quick nod before going into the more lab portion of Sick Bay. Before reaching it, she went into the office she was hiding in, and she opened her large, doeskin satchel and she pulled out a small, leather pouch, and she opened it, looking inside, but keeping her nose averted to keep from smelling the herb directly. Too much of a whiff could cause her to go to sleep even before she took care of the marines! She closed it back, and grabbed the doeskin satchel and set to work. She pulled a mortar and pestle from her bag, and had just dropped some of the herb in when she heard someone call her name. She turned around to spot a woman, who she figured to be the doctor that the Captain had told her about. Angeni sat the pestle down and wiped her hands on a cloth before smiling genuinely, holding her hand out to the woman. “Greetings and Salutations, Dr. Markstein. You can call me Angeni if you wish…no reason to stumble over my last name.” Angeni giggles and smiles as she hears her response. “The Marines, yes…well…basically the Captain has given me the go ahead…well…us…the go ahead to use an herb called Red Shepen to sedate the marines. Basically, I’ll prepare the herb, and as I’m doing so…I believe you can start figuring a way to get it into the cargo bay where they are located. It should be introduced via the ventilation system…but we need to make sure that the ventilation system is closed off to all the other parts of the ship. Basically, Red Shepen will put anyone who’s breathing enough of it, into a very sedated sleep…and we’re not trying to sedate anyone but who’s in the cargo hold. So…think you’re ready?” Angeni smiled brightly and set back to work. She wanted to make sure that everything went off smoothly for the both of them. “If you need any help…feel free to ask…” ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.24 (USS Mystique-Sickbay- Cnn- Lt. Herkimer 78- 0325) Herk silently made hir way out of Tourana's quarters. Gamma team had taken over the bridge and by 0100 they had the navagational computer back together. There were still a few bugs to work out, but overall they pulled off the miraculous. They had made a spectacle of themselves on the bridge, whooping and huggin each other. A celebration was called for and they called it a night. By the time the turbolift had reached deck 10 they already had a portion of their uniforms removed, and it was thought best to head straight to Tourana's quarters. They were closest. Two hours later, Tourana lay in her bed, fast a sleep from the exhaustion of the days work and the sex. Herk, however, was still energized. S/he had decided to go for a walk. S/he had asked the location of the captain and was surprized to discover that she was still up and going, and in sickay. So Herk headed down there. When s/he entered sickbay, an activity that always left hir a little frayed, she noticed captain Winters talking to a nurse. She looked concerned, and very tired. Herk looked in the window to see that it was Major Lee that they were talking about. He stepped over as the nurse left. "So how is he?" Herk asked. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.24 (USS Mystique, Sickbay - Major Richard Ian Lee - 0326) "Any change on Major Lee or Dr. Weir?" A hollow voice said, "There is plenty of change, Major Lee wishes the phaser had hit something more vital rather then simply putting him in the sickbay... death would be preferable." He opened his eyes slowly. The pain was manageable at this moment, over his better judgment he had gotten more pain medication, and his head was swimming like none other. He had carefully looked around his side, he was mostly healed, but apparently there was some damage that would either be fully patched up later, or would have to heal naturally. Rich hoped it was only residual pain and something that could be patched up later; he didn't want to sit in this bed for a month. (reply: Any) Someone else walked in, the CONN officer, while the Captain was conferring with the nurse, and promptly said. "So how is he?" "He is feeling like a slab of meat, thanks for asking." Rich said with a light growl. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.24 (USS Mystique-Sickbay- Conn- Lt. Herkimer 78- 0327) "He is feeling like a slab of meat, thanks for asking." came the voice from the bed. Herk turned to look at the MCO. He had definitely looked better. "You're welcome," Herk shot back sarcastically. "How would you like to be prepared? After all, I would hate to think you were slacking." --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.24 (USS Mystique-Sickbay- CO - Captain Winters- 0328) "Any change on Major Lee or Dr. Weir?" A hollow voice said, "There is plenty of change, Major Lee wishes the phaser had hit something more vital rather then simply putting him in the sickbay... death would be preferable." "Hah." Vanyssa said, moving closer to his bedside. "You might feel like that now, Rich, but you are under orders to not die. Understand?" She said, looking into his eyes, the worry plainly sketched onto her face. She jumped when Herk came in. "So how is he?" "He is feeling like a slab of meat, thanks for asking." came the voice from the bed. Herk turned to look at the MCO. He had definitely looked better. "You're welcome," Herk shot back sarcastically. "How would youlike to be prepared? After all, I would hate to think you were slacking." Herk replied. Vanyssa smiled gratefully to her CONN Officer. Sarcasm meant things were going along well. Just then the EMH came up and began to cluck at Vanyssa. "Elevated levels of ..." And then a bunch of goobley gook, which Vanyssa just glossed over. "And low blood sugar levels. In short, Captain, you need food and sleep." "I had a half hour nap, Doctor, I'm fine." She protested. The EMH however, disagreed and began to argue. Vanyssa held up a hand. "The only way you are going to get me to sleep is to sedate me. I don't have time for sleep. Now attend to the Major, who does need your help. That is an order." Vanyssa said, invoking her steely Captain voice. She yawned, not being able to help herself. She leaned down and whispered, "So who left you the teddy bear?" She asked with mischief in her eyes. (reply Lee) "Well, I have a serious question for you. The Admiral is sending along someone named Captain Lee of the Night's Watch. I know you've spent a lot of time with the Admiral, have you ever heard of him ?" She asked curiously. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.24 (USS Mystique - Sickbay - Major Richard Ian Lee - 0329) "You're welcome," Herk shot back sarcastically. "How would you like to be prepared? After all, I would hate to think you were slacking." Rich turned one eye to glare at the officer. "Ill have you know, Im the pessimistic officer aboard this ship, the position's taken.. find another." He closed his eyes again and muttered, "Start-alec officers, my mother warned me to settle down and find a nice brick-laying job. But nooo... I had to have excitement." He opened his eyes again as someone started slobbering. At least, it sounded like slobbering... it turned out to be the EMH going off on a tangent.~Figures~ "I had a half hour nap, Doctor, I'm fine." She protested. The EMH however, disagreed and began to argue. Vanyssa held up a hand. "The only way you are going to get me to sleep is to sedate me. I don't have time for sleep. Now attend to the Major, who does need your help. That is an order." Vanyssa said, invoking her steely Captain voice. The Captain yawned, then leaned over. "So who left you the teddy bear Rich quirked an eyebrow, "I can't even remember my own middle name, and you are asking if I was conscious while someone left me a bear?" (reply: if desired) "Well, I have a serious question for you. The Admiral is sending along someone named Captain Lee of the Night's Watch. I know you've spent a lot of time with the Admiral, have you ever heard of him ?" Rich groaned, "Not again..." He grabbed hold of the biobed and pulled himself slightly up. "You better prepare yourself for meeting Captain Lee." He said, ignoring the EMH as he began saying that movement wasn't recommended. He waved the doctor shut and hooded his eyes. "The guy is in command of Stratops around here, his full name is..." He couldn't help himself; he opened his eyes fully and smiled enigmatically. "Richard Ian Lee." The MCO folded his hands together over his chest, being carefully to avoid his side, no matter how half-healed it was. "I don't know all the details, suffice to say he is a mirror-universe type... the exact double of me, except he is a Captain and trained in slightly different things then I am." Rich quirked an eyebrow, "A few different scars and a lot of different experiences. From what I caught, his universe had recently been torn apart by a large-scale war where billions died. Uh, the Dominion Wars... with the Cardassians. From what I heard, it was nasty enough, and Starfleet had been on the defensive for two years during it, so this Lee is well versed in tactics we are now finding necessary." The MCO gestured around him, meaning the ship. "I met him once on the Talons. He was..." Rich paused, he didn't know how to describe meeting himself. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.24 (USS Mystique, Sickbay, CEO, Lt(sg) Sarouk, 0425) With the ship out of immediate danger and the repairs well under way, Sarouk had found time to take a small meal break before returning to work. Instead of eating, he decided to check in on his wife and see how she was recovering. He looked around sickbay with his typical calm, and quickly located his wife sleeping on a bio-bed. Moving over toward her, he nodded at the nurse on duty, who nodded back. He moved up beside his wife and her eyes fluttered open as if sensing his presence. He looked down at her, his hands clasped lightly behind his back. His brow rose only slightly as her eyes seemed unfocused at first staring at the ceiling, then moving and focusing on his face. He felt his wife's initial wave of fear and panic as she suddenly remembered what had happened. ::Be still my wife. You are safe,:: Sarouk sent to her telepathically, ::The ship is safe. The invaders have been neutralized.:: (Reply Weir) Sarouk watched as his wife's hand moved down toward her still swollen abdomen knowing what was on her mind. ::Our child is also safe. Worry not.:: Sarouk answered her before she could ask. ::You must rest. Recover your strength. The ship was badly damaged in the invasion. I will be busy for some time overseeing the repairs.:: ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- End compile