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Compile summary Your adoring CSO ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.24 (Raelleus IV - The Palace - Ensign Jansen - 0245) (Raelleus IV - Palace - Dr. Riven Mias - 0258) (Raelleus IV -Dreamscape - Alesia Trenor- 0300) (Raelleus IV - Palace - MO Alesia Trenor - 0302) (USS Mystique-Turbolift 1- Conn - Lt Herkimer 78- 0329) (USS Mystique - Conference Room - Major Richard Ian Lee - 1228) (USS Mystique- Cloaking Room - Ensign (jg) Mason Garrett- 1259) (USS Mystique, Deck 15, Cloaking Control, OPS, Lt (jg) HHril, 1330) (USS Mystique - waste disposal and recycling tanks - marines Dickenson, Charles and James - 1359) (USS Mystique - waste disposal and recycling tanks - Charles - 1407) (USS Mystique - Jeffries tubes - Dickenson - 1419) (USS Mystique - Jeffries tubes - James - 1422) (USS Mystique - waste disposal and recycling tanks - marines Dickenson, Charles and James - 1446) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Begin compile Stardate: 2406.10.24 (Raelleus IV - The Palace - Ensign Jansen - 0245) "We are going to have to continue our discussion later, I have some very important guests being escorted in shortly." Jansen was a little taken aback. Moments ago Hanaldine was trying to kill him. Now he was simply asking Jansen to excuse himself. So surprised was he that he hardly realized he was being ushered to another room. As he looked around he saw Keswick, tied to a chair, unconscious. It was obvious that he had been helped into that condition. Once the door closed, Jansen moved quickly to untie his fellow officer and friend. "Travis," said softly. "Travis, wake up." he tapped the man on the face gently, trying to revive him. (reply Keswick, if you can) "Travis, are you alright?" He helped him to stand up. "I don't want to say how you look, but it isn't good." (reply Keswick) "We've been brought to Prince Hanaldine's palace. He appears to be a noble of this world, but his reign is tumultuous at best, as far as I can tell. Apparently he reigns by a show of force, or through manipulating others. Come to think of it, it's not so unlike our own world, only a lot more personal." He paused afor a moment. "What's even stranger is seem to be developing these abilities. And they keep getting stronger." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2406.10.24 (Raelleus IV - Palace - Dr. Riven Mias - 0258) As the guardsmen carrying crossbows entered the room Riven desperatley probed with his mind to find a way to interrupt the mental attack he knew the Prince had initiated on Alesia. What he found was that the sending was extremely compact and he had no chance to disrupt it but another plan formed quickly; reaching out with his mind into Alesia's he found it to be weaker as though she were fighting it. ~Keep fighting Alesia~ He thought as he put the strength of his mind into projecting into the thought and managed to break through. (Raelleus IV -Dreamscape - Dr. Riven Mias and Prince Hanaldine - 0259) Riven found the Prince standing possessively over Alesia with all his mind bent on breaking her to his will and he appeared to be winning. "I... I don't want to leave you." She said then laid her head on his chest while his hands slid over her back. She looked up at him and said, "You know this is not what I really look like, right ?" Quickly she stood before the Prince in her lovely natural form. Riven felt like an observer in a play that he could not interact with, it was as though they were in a bubble which he could not yet penetrate, his only hope was that Alesia would struggle and weaken Hanaldine enough so that he could finish projecting himself into the situation; he was sure that together then they could fight Hanaldine off. The Prince grinned down at the now furless female under his hands, in many ways were as before she had been beautiful she now had a very "exotic" look which did nothing to detract from her loveliness. Hanaldine lowered his face till he could smell her sweet breath, "In whatever form you take you would still be a lovely and desirable female. I will enjoy taking you and making you mine." Riven saw Alesia shiver a bit then he could both see and feel her try to resist. "What is going on with me?" "Do not fight me!" The Prince ordered. "You are mine and will be mine and I will not tolerate disobedience." She shook off his touch, and moved away. "I need to get out of here. Let me out, please." Riven exulted as she fought him, he could feel the bubble weaken as he forced his mind against it and then... he was through and standing behind Hanaldine. Riven launched himself at the Raellean and locked his arms about the being's chest as he sought to drag him away from Alesia. Hanaldine was caught by surprise for an instant and struggled to free himself. Hanaldine struggled against the unexpected attack, the wrestling hold was weaker than he however and using his wings as well as his arms he managed to dislodge his attacker and turned in fury to see Riven stagger back from him. The Prince's eyes lit up,. "Just as I had expected, you are weak old man and unable to best me. You know your struggles are doomed to failure." Hanaldine moved toward Riven as he regained his balance and braced himself for the coming attack. The Prince sprung at Riven but instead of resisting the man seemed to melt under his hands. Hanaldine had the eerie feeling as though something were moving through him then he was clutching at empty air. Rather than resisting the Prince's attack Riven allowed his mental thrust to travel unimpeded. Riven had realized that in a mental scape there was no true substance, only what the participants judged to be real and solid and in this instance he divorced himself from that perception of solidity and it worked just as he had known it would, the Prince flowed through and by him leaving Riven standing behind him. As the Raellean looked about increduously Riven sprinted the few paces to Alesia, who was watching their struggle with mounting apprehension. Riven was horrified to see that though she recognized him there was no instant brightening of her features, it was as though she were torn between him and Hanaldine. ::Alesia keep fighting him, you can't let him win.:: He sent. (Reply: Alesia Trenor) He grabbed her hands and felt her flinch slightly but he held on, he turned slightly and noticed the Prince had turned and was moving toward him. ::Join with me Alesia, together we can drive him off!:: He sent desperately. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2406.10.24 (Raelleus IV -Dreamscape - Alesia Trenor- 0300) "What is going on with me?" "Do not fight me!" The Prince ordered. "You are mine and will be mine and I will not tolerate disobedience." She shook off his touch, and moved away. "I need to get out of here. Let me out, please." Alesia saw Riven standing there, and made a move towards him, but suddenly, she didn't know who he was. She fought against the control, but the Prince exerted harder upon her mind, breaking her will and she moved closer to him. "Just as I had expected, you are weak old man and unable to best me. You know your struggles are doomed to failure." Hanaldine moved toward Riven as he regained his balance and braced himself for the coming attack. The Prince sprung at Riven but instead of resisting the man seemed to melt under his hands. Hanaldine had the eerie feeling as though something were moving through him then he was clutching at empty air. ::Alesia keep fighting him, you can't let him win.:: He sent. Before Alesia could reach the Prince, Riven grabbed her hands, and some of the control came back. ::Riven?:: SHe asked, looking into his eyes for a second, then when the full force of the Prince's wrath came upon her, she turned towards him, trying to break free. Eventually, in what seemed like a millennia, her control completely broke and the Prince's personality and will implanted upon her. ::Join with me Alesia, together we can drive him off!:: Riven sent desperately. Alesia slapped Riven hard, rocking him back and broke the hold. "Why would I want to do that, foolish man? I belong to him, He is my Master, not you." She turned and sank to her knees in front of Hanaldine, unaware that in real life, she had done the same thing. SHe looked up at the Prince with adoring eyes. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.24 (Raelleus IV - Palace - MO Alesia Trenor - 0302) Alesia took two steps forward to the Prince's inviting hand, and sank to her knees at his feet, gracefully. With one hand, her Prince cupped her head, with the other, he unsnapped her lead from Riven's belt. Alesia looked up at him, forgetting her life on the ship, forgetting her mission and falling desperately in love with her Master, the Prince. Her will was completely broken, and she would be as a child in his hands. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.24 (USS Mystique-Turbolift 1- Conn - Lt Herkimer 78- 0329) Herk followed Captain Winters towards the turbo lift "I'm exhausted," she admitted, "but not ready to sleep. Perhaps you'd like to come by my quarters to talk about that, and have that cup of coffee." Herk was a little surprised by the offer. S/he had never been in a CO's quarters before. Most often admitted that they were a little uncomfortable around hir in such close proximity, and alone. This always made Herk smile. What did they expect hir to do to them? "If you feel comfortable, that is." She said with a grin as the turbolift opened. They stepped through, and the door closed. "What shall I tell it ?" "I'm rarely concerned with my own comfort Captain," Herk smiled back, noting the change of color in the captain's cheeks. She looked quite inviting. Herk sent that thought out. She was the CO and s/he was a lowly pilot. There could never be anything. Must be the lateness of the hour, the activity earlier. "Your quarters are just fine, as long as it's good coffee." Herk smiled, bright eyed and playful. S/he'd never managed to maintain friends, such is the lot of a Hermat, so s/he often made the most of the time s/he had with people. S/he stepped onto the turblift and let the Captain order their destination. When the door openned Herk stepped out first, but waited for the captain to pass her and follow behind. Hir eyes took in the sight before hir, and watched Winters hips sway as they walked. She had a very unusual gate. Purposeful, yet still very feminine. In some ways, she was as much a conundrum as Herk was hirself. The door to the captain's quarters openned and Vanyssa Winters stood in the doorway looking at Herk. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2406.10.24 (USS Mystique - Conference Room - Major Richard Ian Lee - 1228) "During the questioning of the Marine Commanding Officer of the enemy squads, we found out that there is a spy still on board the Mystique. The Marine said something about inverse carrier waves, but from what you are saying someone actually took the modulation off line." She leaned back in her chair, sipping tea. "Who would have the clearance level to do that?" "Honestly Captain... anyone in either Science, Engineering, OPS, or Tactical." he paused before continuing. "The Shield modulation protocols need to be accessible for a variety of reasons. Any number of circumstances could warrant an adjustment by any of these departments. Therefore, this system is not restricted, but perhaps should be." The Ops officer said. Rich tapped his fingers, "He's correct, it's one of those systems that is always tuned for possible combat, or contact with something like the Borg. However," He brought up a finger, "Logs are kept. The only problem is, I would assume, whoever it is would be good enough to cover his or her tracks." The Captain sighed, "So it could be almost anyone on board. Compared to other Starfleet ships, we are at an advantage in have as small a crew as we do." She frowned for a second. "The marine CO said to ask a scientist... I wonder if he could have meant, asked a scientist?" "I want to know who among the science staff has the clearance to do that, then cross check it against the possible consoles that could have been used to implement the procedure. Lee, do you have nay ideas? Mr. Dema?" "I would warn you not to read too deeply into the guys words," Lee said, knowing something about the drugs that were used on him. Rich made a note to talk to Oo'lish later. "He might have tripped over his tongue, but he might not have." He leaned back, "In either case, Ill have a list for you within the hour." He paused, "Ill have more suggestions for you at that time as well." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.24 (USS Mystique- Cloaking Room - Ensign (jg) Mason Garrett- 1259) "Here it is," Garrett said as he and Ensign Bartok came upon the Cloaking Shield room. A low hum permeating the air they entered. Lt. Hhril, who had arrived before Bartok and Garrett, turned away from the main generator and greeted them. "Hello, Gentlemen. The cloak is still offline, but the good news is that it does not appear to be a problem with the device itself." he said as he took a PADD that was offered by one of the regular cloak technicians. "The technicians have run several diagnostics and the problem we are having is being caused by two separate issues." HHril rose from his seat and headed towards the cloaking generator. "As I'm sure you know," he continued, "a cloaking device uses massive amounts power. The disruption in power distribution during the boarding seems to have caused a feedback loop that has fused the power transfer conduits for the cloaking device." He pointed to two different areas where technicians were already busy working. One for power in... the other for power out. "We will hopefully be able to save them. If not, we will have to replace them and then re-calibrate the cloaking system." He turned to the nearest console and activated it, entering his codes. The images on the screen quickly shifted in position to his specifications. "Second, It appears that when the boarding Marines were trying to hack into the main systems, they were able to implant some kind of virus in the cloaking device programming that is now causing problems with the interface." He showed them what had been discovered so far. "Both of these issues need to be addressed, and the cloaking device needs to be at peak condition. This device is the most precise piece of equipment a starship can carry. There is no room for variance. Everything has to be perfect. Questions? Comments?" he finally asked of the two young officers. "Any hint as to what type of abberant program we're looking for, sir?" Garrett asked. (Reply: Hhril) "Yessir," Garrett said, his mind racing through the possibilities. "Is there any possibility that the virus could have been inserted somewhere else then spread into the cloaking system." Working with computer viruses was an enjoyable mental exercise at the Academy. Trying to locate and extract one from the computer of the most important defensive measure on a ship with hundreds of lives aboard submersed somewhere inside a vast ocean of irradiated and volatile gases, billions upon billions of kilometers from any planet that may be considered a safe haven -- that was a very different kind of challenge. It gave him a sense of excitement and anticipation that seemed almost perverse. Bartok quietly ran through what he remembered of this design of cloak. He knew that the design specifics would be kept in a safe archive on a secured system so they could if necessary replace the Power transfer conduit control systems if that turned out to be necessary. He also wanted to check some things against his “personal” PADD he had retrieved from his quarters. “Sir”, If you don’t mind I would like to start with the Viral possibilities "Good. Lets get to work." he said as he handed the PADD off to the two so they could get a better understanding of where the repairs were at and headed off to check on the distribution nodes. "Oh, and Gentlemen." he said stopping short and turning back to them. "Thank you." Bartok turned toward Garrett to look at the PADD he now held to get a look at what had already been done when he was brought up short by the parting remarks from Hhrill. He had never before heard a Romulan say thank you or refer to a Klingon as a gentleman. Bartok turned toward Hhrill but didn’t see any humor in his expression and so was forced to accept the references as they were apparently intended. “Thanks are not necessary LT. It is our duty. But in any case…….You are welcome. ~I really need a flagon of Bloodwine now~ thought the Klingon. As Hhrill moved off Bartok turned to Garrett, “Tell me, do you know anything about LT Hhrill? He seems different from other Romulans I have met in the past." "I've been aboard the Mystique only four days," Garrett said. "but he's a very efficient officer, and seems like a fair-minded adminstrator. Most of that came to me by word of mouth. I've spoken to him directly only a few times." (Reply Bartok) The two ensigns read the data on their PADDs. "Time to clean up the mess," Garrett murmured. His eyebrows raised in a very Vulcan-like manner as he echoed the Klingon's words from the turbo-lift. (Reply Bartok) "Looks like they've already run security programs with little result which suggests its a new virus program," Garrett said, looking over the data a second time. The cloaking system programs were apparently quarantined as soon as the problem was discovered. That was a given. In the short time since coming aboard, Garrett had come to recognize Lt. Hhril as very thorough officer. "This could be very dicey." (Reply Bartok) "What if we ran a time lapse simulation see what happens if we tried to use the cloak in certain situations?Silent running? Combat? That should give us a few clues as to the infected files and what parts of the system would be affected by the abberation." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2406.10.24 (USS Mystique, Deck 15, Cloaking Control, OPS, Lt (jg) HHril, 1330) Garrett was analyzing the results of his first simulation when the captain's came over the voice comm. "Captain Winters to Lt. HHril. HHril, are you in a place to talk?" "I am currently in cloaking control, Captain," Hhril replied. Lt. Hhril replied, looking up from the console where he had been working. "Give me one moment and I shall procure an office." He quickly made his way out of the control room and into one of the engineering offices. The lieutenant re-emerged a few minutes later with a curiously serious expression. "Mr. Garrett." he said as he approached the aOPS. "I have other duties that I must attend to. Take over in my absence." "Yessir," Garrett replied. "We'll get the job done." "Thank you." Hhril replied and offered a slight smile. "Keep me appraised." He turned and headed out the door. Garrett looked over at Bartok. "I wonder what's going on, now." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2406.10.24 (USS Mystique - waste disposal and recycling tanks - marines Dickenson, Charles and James - 1359) "The area is secured, no one will get in without us knowing it." "Good Job Charles, now, the next move is to contact the Dian Chang. That's your expertise James, what do you think?" "Well, we could use the deflector-array to transmit an SOS, but since the shields are down, they'll be working on it, so it will be impossible to do unnoticed. Next best option is to use their comms. it only takes 5 minutes to put in a device that transmits a limited amount of data. problem is, they will notice it, and try to decode it." "We could do it like submarines, they located enemies with a sonar, but also revealed themselves. If we could get a signal out, the Dian Chang should should be able to locate the Mystique." Dickenson and James looked surprised at the young marine. "Well, you may be of use anyway." Dickenson showed an evil grin. "James, can you do something like that?" "Should be possible, a short recording on a constant replay, I can send it on the secure channel of the Dian Chang. It'll take longer for them to find, but they'll find it eventually." "It's worth a try, I'll let you handle it, install it as soon as you can, in the meanwhile Charles, you guard the kid, I'll see if we can use anything to our advantage within the crew, hopefully they got some kids here, always usefull. Now get to work, and arm yourselves just in case." --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.24 (USS Mystique - waste disposal and recycling tanks - Charles - 1407) Both of the other marines left, and Charles sat there, on guard-duty. he tried to make it more exciting, and released the young officer and dropped him to the floor. He took the hypo, and inserted something to wake him up. He woke up soon after, but as soon as he tried to get up, Charles kicked him in the face or in the ribs, like a cat playing with it's prey. He let him stand up, and smashed his rifle against his face, wich made him bleed. And the longer it took, the more aggressive Charles got. He started kicking and hitting the officer, yelling at him to get up and fight back, but the young officer was allready to weak. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.24 (USS Mystique - Jeffries tubes - Dickenson - 1419) Dickenson arrived at the tube near the computer core, took a small device, able to display and save the accessed. He quickly searched for the list of crewmembers and civilians. Everything he found he stored on the small device, and soon after he was ready to turn back. ~Hopefully no one detected that.~ He quickly made his way back to their hiding spot. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2406.10.24 (USS Mystique - Jeffries tubes - James - 1422) James was above the communications center. It was to crowded to just walk in, so he decided to connect it to one of the outgoing lines. The signal would be weaker, but still be there. He bypassed the conduit, so they wouldn't notice it immediatly, and plugged the small device between one of the secondary conduits. then removed the bypass and went back to the hidout. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.24 (USS Mystique - waste disposal and recycling tanks - marines Dickenson, Charles and James - 1446) Dickenson was getting close to the hidout, when he heard yelling, and made his way as fast as he could. When he arrived he saw Charles picking on the young officer with a rather loud voice. Charles didn't see him coming and Dickenson forcefully turned him around. "What the hell is happening here?" "Sir, the hostage tried to escape Sir." "Oh yeah? then how come the rope doesn't have a knot anymore? it seems as you opened it yourself and used him as a punching bag, and secondly, next time, don't yell, just hope the enemy heard us." "How would they hear us? it's allready very loud down here." "Always remember, on an enemy ship, walls have eyes and ears. If they heard you, I swear, I'll kill you myself with my bare hands. Did I make myself clear?" "Sir yes Sir." James just arrived, seeing the officer on the floor, his face covered in blood. "Ooh, that's seems painfull, he'll feel that at least untill next month." "Probably, but let's secure him again before he regains conciousness.... if he will ever wake up again." The three marines put the young officer back in his chair. James secured him tightly while Dickenson was giving Charles an angry look, James also took care of his wounds, so they wouldn't get infected or anything, and scanned him with a tricorder. "Done, he won't escape anymore, but he had a few bruised ribs, and a crack in his eyecase, but not broken yet, but it won't take much to crack it." "Good, now report, did you install the device?" "Yep, installed and running, it should be transmitting anytime soon." "Good, I've got a list of the crew and civilians, and the good newsis, there are 2 children aboared. A certain Jennah Winters-Dark wich seems to be the daughter of the Captain herself and a Cassandra Dema." "Dema? that boy's name was Dema too." James said. "How do you know?" "I heard him say it when he contacted security." "Good to know, but first, let's interrogate him in the painfull way when he wakes up." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- End compile