ࡱ> o@ Ebjbj p p "pooEn????dZ@dnL,AAAAAAAAˈ͈͈͈͈͈͈$xRʌCAACCAAWIWIWICAAˈWICˈWI(WIIIAA zbe?cFIˈ0LI^7I^I0>I0?^A\BhWIBTCAAAnně2ěMI nn2Mystique compile 16-17: Stardate: 2406.10.23 (Conestoga Class Ship, OPS, Lt (jg) HHril, 1043) (Conestoga Class Ship -Ensign Jason Dema - 1048) (Conestoga Class Ship - Deck 3 - Chief Combat Engineer Roberts - 1048) (Conestoga Class Ship, Main Engineering, CEO, Lt (sg) Sarouk, 1050) (Conestoga Class Ship -Engineer's locker room-Ensign Jason Dema- 1050) (USS Fleet of Foot - Bridge; Ens. Tourana; 1050) (Conestoga Class Ship -Engineer's locker room -Ensign Jason Dema - 1054) (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais -Ensign Bill Jansen - 1455) (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais -Ensign Bill Jansen - 1510) (RaelleusVI - City of Matais; CE Sgt Andrew Peters & Nurse Kathrin Jones; 1528/1853) [RaelleusVI - City of Matais -CSO Ketal - 1529/1854] [RaelleusVI - City of Matais; FO Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia; 1600/1925] (USS Mystique,CO, CO Captain Vanyssa Winters, 1603) (USS Mystique,Bridge,ACEO Ens. Denton, 1607) (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais,Raellean dwelling- MO AlesiaTrenor& Dr. Riven Mias- 1615) (Planet; Raelleus VI - City of Falais; Mayor Sha'un Maklon; 1615/1940) ****************************************************************************************************************** (Conestoga Class Ship, OPS, Lt (jg) HHril, 1043) "Permission to scout the ship for possible subspace generators, or anything else that looks out of place in this style ship?" requested the Marine CE. "Permission granted." replied HHril. "Report back with anything... unusual that you find." (reply Roberts) "Lieutenant!" came the voice of Ensign Dema. "I think you will find this interesting." he said, handing a book over to the Romulan. HHril took the book and blueprints flipped through the pages quicklyas Lt Sarouk headed off to begin working. "Where did you find this, Ensign?" he asked as he quickly leafed through the pages of the blueprints he now held in his hand. They showed the vessel in its entirety. This was not the same data that was stored in the computers of the Mystique. What he now held in his hand was a copy of the blueprints of the very vessel they were standing in. HHril ran his eyes over each of the sheets quickly, getting a feel for exactly how the ship was laid out. Reaching the end of the booklet, he turned back to the cover. It was barely legible to say the least. But it was there. UESN Algonquin. The name of the ship was so faded that even his Romulan eyes had almost missed it. (reply Dema) "I wantyou to take one of your men and do a thorough search of that locker room. Leave nothing unturned... is that understood?" he replied as he looked up from the sheets of paper and into the young officers face. "And Ensign. Good work." (reply Dema) HHril watched as Dema selected one of his men and headed back to where he had found the documents. "Lt. HHril to Captain Winters." he said after having tapped the comm badge. (reply Winters.) "The ship we are aboard is the UESN Algonquin, Sir. Or at least, that is what the blueprints say." HHril rolled the blueprints up and held it under his arm as he turned his attention to the book. "Ensign Dema found the blueprints in what can only be described as the engineers locker area, along with a notebook." He quickly flipped through the pages as he continued to speak. "The notebook appears to be the engineering log for the ship, Sir. It may hold clues to our present situation." (reply Winters) "Understood, Sir. HHril out." He tapped the comm channel closed and continued to leaf through the pages of the log as he strode to where the engineering team had set up. His eyes were pulled from the book as lights flashed ahead of him. He saw in front of a display, Lt. Sarouk. "Fascinating." he heard the Vulcan say, as most Vulcans tend to. "Lt HHril," he saidas the OPS manapproached the CEO. "I believe I have discovered the cause of the temporal discontinuity." HHril lowered the book and positioned himself beside the much taller Vulcan, watching the stream of data run by on the screen. "What have you found?" he asked as he squinted his eyes, continuing to watch the data fly by. "These parameters are not consistent with the Conestoga class system configuration."replied the Vulcan, pointing to the screen. "Someone has greatly modified this ships warp drive system. The person had a good understanding of engineering principles but not the science behind them.I will need time to gather more evidence to determine if my hypothesis is correct, but it is highly possible that this ships own warp drive created the temporal bubble we now find ourselves in." "Interesting." said HHril as he continued to focus on the scrolling data. "I was aware that warp engineshave the capabilities to produce some minor temporal distortions, but I have never heard or seenanything that remotely resembled this." (reply Sarouk) "Could a Terran from that period have made these modifications? Would they haveknown how to do this?" he asked of the much older and much more experienced Vulcan. (reply Sarouk) "I may hopefully have something here that could hold some of the explanations." He held out the notebook to the CEO. "Ensign Dema found this notebook along with these Blueprints in a storage locker in a room adjacent to this one. My initial analysis leads me to believe that this is the chief engineers log.Hopefully, there will be somepertinent information documented in here." (reply Sarouk) "Keep me informed." said the ch'Rihan as he stepped away from the console and the Vulcan in front of it. He laid the blueprints down on a workstation and looked them over. "Lt. HHril to Captain Winters" he said after only a moment. (reply Winters) "Lt. Sarouk has made a discovery. He believes that it is the ships own warp core that is creating the temporal bubble, and from what he has shown me, I cannot disagree. I am on my way to the bridge. I am going to try and access the ships primary systems and computer core. The information may help us shed some light on exactly what is going on here." (reply Winters) "HHril out." HHril 'procured' an engineering kit from one of the members of Sarouks team and headed in the direction of the bridge. "HHril to Roberts. I'm on my way to the bridge to see if I can get the computer systems on line. I would like you to head in that direction. From what I have seen in the engine room, I will need all of the help that I can get." (reply Roberts) (reply Roberts, Dema, Winters, Sarouk, any) (posted by Matthew Elias) (Conestoga Class Ship -Ensign Jason Dema - 1048) "Where did you find this, Ensign?" HHril asked while he was looking through the blueprints. "I've found them in a room full of lockers, I only searched a few of them yet, but I believe it's the engineer's room, as there were spare parts stored in another closet then this one" "I wantyou to take one of your men and do a thorough search of that locker room. Leave nothing unturned... is that understood?" "Yes Sir." "And Ensign. Good work." "Thank you Sir." Jason turned to the officer that joined him first. "You with me, let's search that room." Jason then left to search the room (Conestoga Class Ship - Deck 3 - Chief Combat Engineer Roberts - 1048) Roberts gripped his phaser tight for a second, then pushed through a door and fell to his knee. He sweeped left to right quickly; and then turned his head and looked in the corner of the room. Nothing. He stood up again with his phaser still pointed while his companion covered his back. They were both old hands at this kind of work, Blackops had a long running history of being in some of the darkest areas of space, Roberts had inherited it from a third-generation CCE after LoDona had stepped out of the Marines. The Combat Engineer stepped back, and without looking, gestured to the door across the hallway. Even though their communications were line-of-sight and highly encrypted, Roberts had learned early that nothing was totally secure, and they communicated by signal whenever they could. His partner slid next to the door and took a moment before kicking it and moving in the same patterns as Roberts himself had just finished. Before a second had passed, however, the Marine was flung hard against the metal corridor wall opposite the door. Roberts had about half a second to turn before he felt something bushwhack him, he fell to the floor face first. The CCE was anything but foolish though, and he had rolled over the second he hit. He only got a glimpse of their attacker however; it appeared to phase in-and-out of sight, all right before their eyes. The CCE grimaced as he pulled the trigger on his scatter-gun and filled the entire hallway with fifty bright-colored phaser shots. His outer-speakers picked up an inhuman scream, and then it was gone. Just, gone. =/=What the HELL was that?=\= The CE with him said, as she recovered herself from against the bulkhead. She had slammed into it hard-enough to dent the metal, luckily her BDU had taken most of the damage. The CCE Jumped to his feet and yanked the CE up and started running after the thing. "Not a d*mned clue, but its nasty. See how it started to disap;" He was interrupted a moment later, =^=HHril to Roberts.I'm on my way to the bridge to see if I can get the computer systems on line.I would like you to head in that direction.From what I have seen in the engine room, I will need all of the help that I can get.=^= The CCE cursed, "Negative, Negative, there is a bogey on this ship and we're moving after it, it nearly ripped our heads off." He paused, "All hands stand aware, an unknown creature is free, it seems to make itself invisible, possibly cross-dimensional." (reply: Any, all) (posted by Trout) (Conestoga Class Ship, Main Engineering, CEO, Lt (sg) Sarouk, 1050) Sarouk walked into the main engineering room behind HHril but in front of his engineering team.He ignored the emotional comments made by the OPS chief and got to work.He started issuing orders to his engineering team, putting them to work on various consoles and systems.He approached what passed for the master system console put down his tool-kit and got to work.Within seconds he had the console open, tool in hand re-attaching and replacing burnt out or damage circuitry with the replicated replacement parts they had brought with them. "Carter, get the portable power supply hooked up.The ships power distribution network appears to be intact," Sarouk said to one of his engineers looking from his tri-corder to the insides of the console he was working on."Breman, Mendeze, and Sorvall, get to work on the structural field generators." A few minuets latter and the console Sarouk was working on came to life.It's various monitor screens coming to life, as diagnostics begun to run automatically.Sarouk studied the screens, his keen Vulcan mind easily interpreting the data displayed as it scrolled by faster than any human could hope to follow. "Fascinating," He said, simply, beginning to type in a series of commands."Lt Hhril, I believe I have discovered the cause of the temporal discontinuity." (Reply Hhril) Sarouk waited for the Romulan to join him, then pointed to a series of numbers that were scrolling by on the screens in front of them."These parameters are not consistent with the Conestoga class system configuration.Someone has greatly modified this ships warp drive system. The person had a good understanding of engineering principles but not the science behind them.I will need time to gather more evidence to determine if my hypothesis is correct, but it is highly possible that this ships own warp drive created the temporal bubble we now find ourselves in." (Reply HHril, Any in engineering) (Posted by Wes) (Conestoga Class Ship -Engineer's locker room-Ensign Jason Dema- 1050) Jason was in the engineer's room, searching for clues, when suddenly, he heard Roberts over the comms. =/\= All hands stand aware, an unknown creature is free, it seems to make itself invisible, possibly cross-dimensional.=/\= Jason looked at the officer with him. "Put your weapon on stand-by, and be ready to draw if needed, don't take any chances, heavy stun." "Roger Sir." And they continued searching. (reply any, none) (posted by Anthony Struelens) (USS Fleet of Foot - Bridge; Ens Tourana; 1050) Toourana was getting bored, she was sat in front of the console watching the scans as the data rolled on by. It was routine, but someone had to do it. She knew that if something went wrong, the best place for her to be was on the Fleet of Foot. She kept her eyes peeled while she listened to Katcha Latkin, an Angelian Opera star. Just as it was coming to the climax of the first movement Tourana spotted an anomaly on the screen. She sat up straight to see what it was, but it had gone. ~Strange~ She thought. She tapped some commands into the computer, but nothing happened. She could not find the anomaly anywhere. Just then it appeared again, it was large and not quite there. Immediately she scanned it, but before the scan was complete it was gone again. Then it appeared in another part of the ship. ~What?!!~ She tapped the comm link. "Lieutenant HHril, I'm picking up an anomaly on the ship. I can't localize it and it seems to be phasing in and out of normal space. Activating emergency transport protocol. Give me the signal and I'll have you all out in one go. Is there anything you wish me to do sir?" She asked, getting slightly nervous. (Reply Hhril) "Understood sir." And with that she moved the Fleet of Foot to the designated co-ordinates and scanned the Bridge section, continuously. Nothing. Still she persisted with the scans. Nothing. She was getting impatient and started simultaneous scans of the Bridge and Engineering sections. Nothing. She set the computer to scan every ten seconds and waited. Just as she was settling back down to listen to the crescendo which was occurring in the background the anomaly returned. This time in the Engineering section. "Lieutenant Hhril, the anomaly is approaching your location. It is over to the left of you. Sir....?" (Reply Hhril) Tourana was getting agitated, it was not the average away mission, that she was assured of. Nothing on the Mystique was 'average'. (Reply Hhril, any) (Posted by John on behalf of Patch) (Conestoga Class Ship -Engineer's locker room -Ensign Jason Dema - 1054) Jason arrived with the officer at the room and opened locker by locker. mostly there were spare parts, tools, clothes, everything an engineer needed in the past. Jason searched a desk that was standing in the far corner of the room, with an old computer standing on it. He first checked the drawers. there were pen's, notebooks, permanent markers, and another book. He tried to read the cover, but it was too unclear, the only letters he could read were "...sona...og...". He put the book aside and tried to give the computer a go. He first checked if there was power to operate it, or if it was even plugged in. He noticed that the computer had it's own power supply, probably for moments when there was a power-failure. He scanned the device, it seemed in working order, so he decided to start the computer. Success, the computer was booting and the logo of wintosh. As soon as the main page came up, the computer asked for a password. "Damn." Jason said "What's wrong?" "We need the password to continue." "Hmmm, good luck." =/\= Ensign Dema to Lt. HHril, We needsomeone that can hack old... make that very old computers=/\= (reply HHril) =/\= Understood Sir, I'll search these clothes here for clues, if there are any, Dema out =/\= Jason stood up and looked further, and when he turned around, he noticed a switch that was now visible cause of the light coming from the screen, but activating it was of no use, since the wiring was totally messed up. Suddenly he heard a tempting female giggle. It seemed to come from the computer, it was an erotic screensaver that had started. ~No wonder their ships used to malfunction~, Jason thought. He ignored it and searched the clothes for clues of the password. (reply HHril, any) (posted by Anthony Struelens) (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais -Ensign Bill Jansen - 1455) The game seemed pretty simple, in its essence. It was three dice in a cup.Basically you rolled the cup upside down and calculate the total.However, the betting occurs as you try to convince people whether your total is higher than the previous roll.If you are are caught at lie you lose.If some accuses you of lying and your not, you win. The real money is made on the side bets. Jansen watched the cup of dice pass around the table.The "dealer" got the first roll, and everyone had to base their predictions from his roll.His was pretty low, so the first few players were pretty safe.As the cup came around, the nagging feeling in the back of Jansen's head began to grow.It was becoming quite distracting. It was like ants were crawling through his hair.And the constant sound of whispering inside his head.He was beginning to think he was going crazy. Suddenly the cup appeared in front of him.He hadn't been paying attention and had no idea what the last roll had shown.But since everyone still had their money he had to assume that the last roll was still in play. Jansen picked up the cup and slammed it on the table.He could feel the dice hit the table and the cup, and then settle on the table.Now he had to guess if he was going to make it, or pass and lose his money.He shook his head, trying to clear the cobwebs.He was not very successful. Suddenly a vision appeared in his head of the three dice, all showing 20. He rubbed his forehead with the palms of his hands.Slowly he reached out and moved his bet to the appropriate circle, stating that nobody will get a higher roll than he has. There was a gasp from the crowd.They couldn't believe what they had just seen, and Jansen had no idea why.He was just going with his feelings on this one. There was a flurry of betting as people wanted to bet against him.The host looked at Jansen with a wry smile and indicate to the cup. When Jansen picked it up, there were the three dice, all showing 20.The crowd gasped even louder."I've never seen that before," a voice came from the crowd.The host gathered up all the coins and put them in a pile in front of Jansen.Jansen smiled big, leaned in and scooped the coins towards him. A big hand grabbed at Jansens arm.The hand was connected to a big, hairy arm, which was connected to a big hairy body."Grondo never seen that before either," the hairy man said. "Well," Jansen tried to be meek and strong at the same time, "now you have. Beginners luck I guess." The hand began to tighten, which was starting to hurt.Jansen looked Grondo in the eyes and said, "And just what are you accusing me of." Another creature, who was actually bigger, and scarier came behind Grondo and put a gentle hand on his shoulder."Grondo always says people cheat when he loses so big, don't you Grondo." Grondo just grunted and released Jansen's arm."It's not so often that we see someone so lucky." the scary man continued. Jansen shrugged his shoulders and looked back at the table as the cup began to pass around again."I've never been this lucky before," Jansen said and tried to ignore Grondo. (reply none) (posted by Al Muir) (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais -Ensign Bill Jansen - 1510) The had been very lucky for Jansen.For some reason he hadn't missed a bet yet.As each person turned over the cup , it was as if Jansen knew what was under it.The excitement around the table was growing, as was the grumbling of the losers. The other thing that was growing was the buzzing in Jansen's head.He continued to rub at his forehead and try to shake out the cobwebs.But that only seemed to make matters worse.But what was really driving him crazy were the whispers.It was like there was a crowd around him and they were all whispering in his ear.but when ever he turned around there was never anybody close enough, let alone a group, to whisper so much. It was all getting quite confusing.So confusing, in fact, that by the time the cup came back around to him he couldn't quite focus very well. Someone had to nudge him to get his attention.Absent mindedly, he reached out and shook the cup.He turned it upside and without even looking placed his bet. There was a gasp from the crowd as he suddenly realized he placed the same bet as last time.He could sense the growing anger of the crowd around him.He "heard" the word cheat, but couldn't place where it came from.If he didn't know any better he would have said it came from inside his head.The creature next to him knocked over the cup with a slap to show that he once again had all three dice showing 20. Jansen hadn't noticed though.The buzzing in his head had grown to a searing pain, like a hot needle being pushed through his brain.He rubbed at his eyes trying get focused and ignore the pain, but it was to great.The hairy native beside him reached for Jansen saying something that sounded vaguely threatening.Jansen really didn't hear it. He wasn't feeling to well, and he stood and stepped away from the table. There was another clamor as the people around the table assumed he was trying to run away.Which is technically what he was doing, just not for the reason they thought. Suddenly Jansen felt another set of hands actually grab him and pull him aside.Jansen figured that whatever was going on, he was in big trouble now. (reply Keswick) (posted by Al Muir) [RaelleusVI - City of Matais; CE Sgt Andrew Peters & Nurse Kathrin Jones; 1528/1853] The room was dark, but Andrew was used to talking and strategizing in dark conditions. He listened as Ensign Ketal spoke. "I mean no offense Ms. Jones, the presence of a female among us is bringing unfortunate attention on us. I have been watching the interactions in the marketplace and the few females there are closely watched and jealously protected by their male consorts. The males here are very territorial and aggressive toward any females found." Andrew looked at his charge, she was shaking a little, but otherwise seemed okay. "I'm fine Mr Ketal, just a little shocked is all. But thanks." She looked into Andrew's eyes, and he saw a hint of lust behind the bright blue eyes. He was distracted by Ketals voice. "Commander Belinia is in the marketplace buying food. I see your bag is well laden. You have found some information that will be of help?" "I think so, we found several documents on the history of the planet, as well as numerous books. It seems that we are in the middle of a very complex civilization. Look.." He said as he withdrew the several books and documents he had accumulated. Ketal took them and wandered over to where the light was strongest. [Reply Ketal, be creative!!!] "I thought so too, sir. I think we better find the FO, we don't know too much about these people, besides what we have observed. I think he needs to be informed of what we are potentially dealing with." [Reply Ketal] As Ketal replied Andrew wandered around the shop. It seemed to be a curio shop, with numerous antiques and strange objects. There were books lying out on a table. He browsed through the selection. There were books on music, culture, politics and fiction. Then he came to the section that was beginning to be a theme in this city - history. This time though it was different, it was about a war. There had been several things he had seen in the office which had hinted at a 'Time of Strife' as one document had put it. "Sir, I think these would be interesting too." [Reply Ketal] "Aye, sir." With that Peters picked up the two volume history of Raelleus IV entitled 'Our history, from start to near miss. By Prof. C'nrad Fatiki DIRH', and shoved it into his bag. Just then the young Ensign from outside came in, immediately followed by a very laden FO. [Reply Ketal, Raynar, Peter] [Posted by John Gibson] [RaelleusVI - City of Matais -CSO Ketal - 1529/1854] Ketal listened and watched closely as the marine hefted the bag of documents theyhad found. "I think so, we found several documents on the history of the planet, as well as numerous books. It seems that we are in the middle of a very complex civilization. Look.." He said as he withdrew the several books and documents he had accumulated. Ketal took them and wandered over to where the light was strongest. Ketal began leafing through the first book he had picked from the stack which was about the historical significance of the "Flying Box of the Forefathers". The book had a lot of detailed information though it was obviously handed down and had become somewhat exaggerated over time. The reference to the "Engines of the gods" he found to be especially distorted. Through the index he found atimeline of the journey of the vessel to this planet and reference to an anomaly that had sent them far off their course and diverted them to this planet, consideringwhat they knew of this Conestoga class vessel and its origins it appeared that this reference was very close to actuality and might very well be based on fact. Ketal stopped to find and light a candle before looking at the next book, his Vulcan eyesight was especially suited for survival on a planet with a binary star system with harsh light and he had never gotten down the knack of seeing clearly in dim conditions such as this and the light coming through the window was causing eyestrain that he did not want to continue. He set the candle and books on a glass case in the far corner of the room so that he could have an easier time viewing them. This book and the others he looked through seemed to blend what they knew of history with a large dose of religious beliefs which could be much farther reaching in its ramifications considering that religious fervor is an extremely difficult subject to deal with at even the best of times. Ketal also noticed that in one book reference was made to the decreasing native populationthough they were said to be long-lived. Ketal looked at Peters and said. "Mr. Peters the information I have gleaned so far is but surface material but from what I have seen in these manuscripts it is certain that we may have a potentially explosive situation on our hands. The religious significance of the vessel to the inhabitants can not be underestimated, removing the vessel from orbit would almost certainly have tremendous ramifications among the indigenous population." "I thought so too, sir. I think we better find the FO, we don't know too much about these people, besides what we have observed. I think he needs to be informed of what we are potentially dealing with." Peters replied "Agreed Mr. Peters," Ketal said as he looked at the next manuscript. "I should think he would return very shortly after which we will need to find a more permanent place to base our activities while we are here."Ketal noticed the Marine begin looking about this shop as he continued perusing the documents. A few minutes later he heard the fellow speak up. "Sir, I think these would be interesting too." Ketal looked up and waved the young man over then took the book he had brought and began looking through it, it was a volume entitled "A'Time of Strife". Ketal wasnot thrilled with what he found inside. "Mr. Peters if you find anymore volumes of interest please do not hesitate to put them away, these documents are very valuable to our researches." "Aye, sir." With that Peters picked up the two volume history of Raelleus IV entitled 'Our history, from start to near miss. By Prof. C'nrad Fatiki DIRH', and shoved it into his bag. As he was putting it away the door opened and the FO entered by Counselor Raynar. The commander was far heavier laden with packages then Ketal had expected, it appeared he was quite a discriminating shopper. "So, did you have any luck." Peter asked Peters. Ketal quirked an eyebrow at the question. "Sir what you callluck is random chance meeting preparation and has no other significance than to explain the random nature of probability in a situation that can not be influenced by the being involved in a metaphysical way. Consequently there is no such thing as good or bad luck and therefore the question would make more logical sense if framed did you find anything of importance to which the answer is undisputedly yes. The natives are highly aware of the colony ship and attach great historical and religious significance to it. To remove the ship from orbit would have disastrous consequences on this civilization. I have also seen historical documentation to back up the data accumulated so far in that this is a very aggressive species, these documents I have in my hand are very revealing as to their nature." "Good, lets see them then."The FO saidas he approached the table. He glanced at the material that the CE had 'acquired'. "I think the first thing we need to do is get back to the shuttle, I suggest that we beam them from here and collect them later when we get back, it means we can continue our mission and still retrieve the data. What are your suggestions?" "I find that to be a very logical choice commander." Ketal said. "Also it had slipped my mind that Dr Mias and the Ambassador had entered the information needed to replicate local currency, we can do so while we are at the shuttle and save ourselves the trouble of running down more adolescent thieves." (Reply: Commander Belinia, Any) (Posted by Charles) [RaelleusVI - City of Matais; FO Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia; 1600/1925] Peter stepped into the shop carrying his goods which he had purchased. He had managed to buy more than he had expected, including a recipe book. He plonked the bags down and looked at Ketal who was standing next to Peters and then Jones, who was still sitting down. "So, did you have any luck." Peter asked Peters. [Reply Peters or Ketal] "Good, lets see them then." He said as he approached the table. He glanced at the amount of material that the CE had acquired. "I think the first thing we need to do is get back to the shuttle, I suggest that we beam them from here and collect them later when we get back, it means we can continue our mission and still retrieve the data. What are your suggestions?" [Reply ALL] [Posted by John Gibson] (USS Mystique,CO, CO Captain Vanyssa Winters, 1603) =^=Lt. HHril to Captain Winters. =^= "Winters here, Mr. Hhril."She said, listening to the discussion. =^=The ship we are aboard is the UESN Algonquin, Sir. Or at least, that is what the blueprints say." HHril rolled the blueprints up and held it under his arm as he turned his attention to the book. "Ensign Dema found the blueprints in what can only be described as the engineers locker area, along with a notebook." He quickly flipped through the pages as he continued to speak. "The notebook appears to be the engineering log for the ship, Sir. It may hold clues to our present situation. =^= "We will pull up what data we can here."Vanyssa stated, turning towards the Engineering Station. Power was finally back, and Mr. Denton had cleaned himself up and was sitting at the Engineer's station. "Mr. Denton, please access the data banks and find what technical data you can to access those computers."She turned towards Herk who was doubling as OPS while Hhril was away. "Mr. Herk, see what you can pull up about that ship's manifest and flight path." Vanyssa sat back down.It seemed that being the Captain was like being a director.You orchestrated everything, then sat back and waited for the music to happen.While both Herk and Denton were working she got another call from Hhril =^= Lt. HHril to Captain Winters =^= "Yes, Lt?"She asked. "We're still working on getting that information for you." =^=Lt. Sarouk has made a discovery. He believes that it is the ships own warp core that is creating the temporal bubble, and from what he has shown me, I cannot disagree. I am on my way to the bridge. I am going to try and access the ships primary systems and computer core. The information may help us shed some light on exactly what is going on here.=^= "Be very careful, Mr. Hhril.Dr. Mias says that there is that 'monster' aboard, but can't give us any more information. Take security with you when traveling the ship."Vanyssa ordered. Vanyssa leaned her head on her hands and sighed.She didn't like the way these away missions were going, especially since they weren't following any book that she had ever read. (reply Hhril, iyw, Herk and Denton) (posted by melinda :-) (USS Mystique,Bridge,ACEO Ens Denton, 1607) =^=Lt. HHril to Captain Winters. =^= "Winters here, Mr. Hhril." She said, listening to the discussion. =^=The ship we are aboard is the UESN Algonquin, Sir. Or at least, that is what the blueprints say." HHril rolled the blueprints up and held it under his arm as he turned his attention to the book. "Ensign Dema found the blueprints in what can only be described as the engineers locker area, along with a notebook." He quickly flipped through the pages as he continued to speak. "The notebook appears to be the engineering log for the ship, Sir. It may hold clues to our present situation. =^= "We will pull up what data we can here." Vanyssa stated, turning towards the Engineering Station. Power was finally back, and Mr. Denton had cleaned himself up and was sitting at the Engineer's station. "Mr. Denton, please access the data banks and find what technical data you can to access those computers." She turned towards Herk who was doubling as OPS while Hhril was away. "Mr. Herk, see what you can pull up about that ship's manifest and flight path." James accessed the ships databanks and ran a search for all information on the ship the UESN Algonquin. First he had to make sure he found the right ship, many matches came up. He tried through many then he found one that matched perfectly. He read all the information he could. There was a detailed crew roster, date of launch; 2079. ~ 2079!? That's just 16 years after the Phoenix was launched. This is very early space travel. James started reading the engineering specs. It was warp capable but had a veryprimitive warp drive. He was no reading up on the power relays on the ship seeing if he could find a way to bring power to the ship. He read that there was a terminal in one of the lower decks that connected all the power relays. He continued his research until he found a way to activate the terminal. "Captain, I think I found a way to bring power back to the colony ship." (reply Winters) " There's a computer terminal on deck 5. It's connected to all the power relays on the ship. They should be able to activate them from there. I can give them a step by step walk through once they get there" (reply Winters) (posted by Justin) Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais,Raellean dwelling- MO Alesia Trenor& Dr. Riven Mias- 1615) The door of the dome was of the same reddish metal as those on the pyramids and Riven could see elaborate designs etched into it as they walked up. The one called Lilia gave it only the gentlest of pushes to open it though the door looked to have great weight and thickness. Inside it was well lit and airy and he could hear the sound of beautiful music in the form of woodwinds with the soft and gentle tones of a dulcimer. The air was sweet and refreshing and it invigorated him which was something he needed little of at the moment with the young woman walking on his arm, once again it appeared that the atmosphere of this planet was working its almost magical qualities upon him,attuning his mental senses he found what appeared to be a sendingthat was highly sensual in nature that was emanating fromwithin the very dome they had entered and they were getting very close to its source. Itappeared they were being led toward a thick stand of trees within the dome that had several shrines set up around it on the side they were approaching from. Riven wondered briefly how the dome was so well lit since he couldn't see any visible light sources and how they managed to keep the trees alive and so well maintained inside. Sitting in the center of the dome was an old woman, in fact, the oldest person that they had seen since arriving on the planet. She was obviously fully Raellean, but her wings were drooped behind her, broken, and many of her bones appeared to have been broken and not healed properly. She was playing a harp, which was amazing since her hands were obviously stiff with arthritis. She looked up at the two Betazoids, and Alesia could not help gasping at the cut that ran diagonally across her face. It was an old wound, but it left one eye useless and dead, and the other a brilliance of colors. It was obvious that she had been a great beauty in her time, but something horrible had happened to her. She indicated for the newcomers to sit upon the cushions provided. ::Be made welcome, people from the stars.:: She gave them a piercing look, which was uncanny, and Alesia felt someone sifting through her memories, observing them, and not being obtrusive. Suddenly there was a sharp pain in her head and she passed out. ::She is a bringer of war. Bringers of war die.:: The harsh voice declared. Riven felt the attack on Alesia and jumped to his feet between them even as he reached out to block the Raellean's mental thrust and managed to blunt it somewhat. He was surprised to find as he reached out to envelope and shield her mind that he was stronger now than he had been earlier though he wouldn't be able to protect her for long. ~ Maybe my abilities here are getting stronger with use ~ Speaking audibly to hopefully distract the Raellean and also so that he could be overheard he said. "Stop your attack immediately ancient one! Ms. Trenor and others like her were sent down to protect the away teams and did not come here to hurt or kill unless attacked first. She is under my authority and my protection and if you wish to kill her you will have to deal with me also.Do not make me attack you!" The old Raellean was surprised at the vehemence in his voice and his unexpected interventionbut she did not back off immediately. ::We do not allow bringers of violence among us Bright One, she must be dealt with!:: Rivenshook his head strongly. "For a people who so abhor violence you move quickly to strike at one who has done you no harm and means none, one particular person among my compatriots would say that thisis highly "illogical".Please cease or I will have to strike you, I am sure that you and the others could easily overpower me but then you would also have to deal with my Captain and my ship. Think and act wisely Ancient One." The Ancient One backed off. ::We apologize for the damage done to you and yours. We do not understand how those who commit war can be termed good. What is this Doenitz that the young courtesan so despises?:: Riven turned and knelt by the unconscious girl and placed both his hands on her head as he scanned her mind, fortunately he found nothing that would cause lasting damage, she had just been overwhelmed by the sudden attack. He did however ease her into a more normal sleep so that she would feel strong rather than weakened when she awoke. Having taken care of her he then turned back to the Raellean, after thinking for an instant for the phrasing he would need he thought to her. ::Doenitz isnow leading the warriors of the government that represents all of the Federation's variety of peoples and races and he is manipulating that government to his own evil ends.:: Riven showed her a picture in his mind of the atrocities that could be traced back to the Admiral and alsohow the Federation under Doenitz was now lashing out at the various peoples and driving a wedge between them. ::The Federation under Doenitz will be brutal and nothinglike the great government under which those such as Ms. Trenor and myself have served, that is why myself and these others are here in this sector exploring worlds. We have broken away from the Federation under this madman and are seeking ways to resist him so that the Federation can be returned to its true nature and course.:: He could feel the Ancient One's thoughts. ::This is true.:: She fell silent for a moment. ::We lost all of our technology in the time of Chaos and Confusion, healer of minds. I do not know of how much help we will be to you.:: The Ancient One looked down at her gnarled hands. ::I wish to speak with your Captain. She is a reader of minds, like you. She will come here.:: Riven nodded carefully and said,::I assume then you are a leader among your people?::The Old Raellean nodded andshowed in his mind how the oldest and wisest didn't truly govern in the manner that he was used to but actually spoke for their people, a wonderful ideal and fact in Riven's eyes; he assumed it had to do with a telepathic link that connected the Raellean's. ::Very well I will notify the Captain of your wishes.:: "Captain this is Riven again, I am speaking with a very oldRaellean who is a representative of her people, she is actually considered to speak for them and wishes for youto come here andmeet with her." Riven noticed that Alesia was stirring and bent to check on her, she opened her eyes as he sat down beside her. "Master?" She asked, looking up at him confused. Vanyssa, on the other hand, who was listening to all of this, was frowning. "Riven, I can't come there right now. We are in the middle of a power disaster on this ship at the moment. Please convey my regrets to the great one, and tell her that I will pay a state visit as soon as I can. Whenever that might be." ::She is confused, Healer of Minds.:: The ancient one spoke. ::I can fix it, if you will let me. The bright one has picked up enough from our minds to truly think that she is one of the courtesans.:: The Ancient One gestured and Riven got a mindful of the memories that were accidentally implanted into Alesia. Riven frowned as he answered the Captain. "I understand Captain. Riven out." He then considered the old one's wordsas he was keeping hisanger atbay because he remembered feeling confusionfrom her earlier, it appeared her sensitivity towhat was happening around her coupled with the mental trauma she had suffered twice in a short time had imprinted itself on her conscious mind. Riven was unhappy with the unwarranted attacks on her as well as his inability to protect someone in his care from harm,she was well able to keep herself from physical harm by her training but on a world of telepathsthey had all been unprepared. It would have been easy to say no to the Raellean's offer but as his work with Vanyssa had demonstrated implanted memories were difficult to root out and he wanted to watch her work plus this would give her the opportunity to show her good intentions after her attack on Alesia earlier. Riven thought to her. ::Very well but I want to watch the work you do, it might help me in the future in my endeavors.:: He concentrated as the Raellean began to sift through the girl's memories and manipulate them, the care and intricate detail was fascinating and he soaked up every detail that his mental impressions were giving to him. When the Ancient One was finished, she looked up at Riven. ::Are you sure that you do not wish to keep her?:: When Riven shook his head, the Ancient One just smiled. ::She desires you greatly. And the desire is her own, not one of my doing.:: Riven cocked an eyebrow at the revelationbut said nothing, ifhe was an object of the young lady's desire he would not object but it was importanttohim that there be no coercion and the Ancient One hadassured him there was not. The more he considered it the more he found these Raelleans to be quite like Betazoids in some ways withmentaltalents and a lack of shyness when it came to sexuality which few cultures shared. He nodded at the Raellean andthought. ::Thank you for your aid in this matter,I also learned much from"watching" you. He then reached down and touched her cheek gently before he rose to his feet.:: The Captain will meet with you as soon as she is able, there are some... difficulties at the moment that are being taken care of.:: He watched the sleeping girl for a moment then remembering the ones they had left outside he said. "Ensigns Jansen and Keswick this is Dr. Mias. We are currently guests of the Raelleansin a dome that iscentered in the area of the Pyramids. Do you have anything to report?" (reply Keswick and Jansen) (posted by melinda and Charles) (Planet; Raelleus VI - City of Falais; Mayor Sha'un Maklon; 1615/1940) The office was large, very large. The double doors were twice the size of normal doors and made from Kachpet wood, highly polished with Antique Gadstone locks, handles and hinges. They were flanked by two huge bookcases, also made from Kachpet. These were filled with old books, mainly on law and politics but there were some historical tomes as well. Flanking this wall were two very long walls. On the left were windows, fifteen double windows. They were sumptuously dressed in Fakir silk curtains, and Gold fixtures. They looked almost Etruscan. On the opposite wall there were numerous paintings, all of former Mayor's. Twenty nine in all, all framed in solid Janite. The walls were painted a Forrest Green, and the plush carpet was the same. In the centre of the room was a rug with the Seal of the Mayor embroidered on it. Around this rug were two sofa's and three chairs, luxuriously upholstered in the finest fabrics. There was a small table in the centre of this arrangement, it held a large Lydite Crystal fruit bowl and vase. The flowers were from the region of Shandas, renowned for it's quality Oplia's, which were the blooms the vase was sporting. They perfumed the air with a majestic scent, heavenly by all standards. To the rear of the office was a large desk, the size of four, squared, it was solid Fantip wood, waxed to a high sheen. It contained a collection of frames, a cigar box and numerous stationary. Behind this mountainous desk was a large chair, covered in Bart leather, again it was in green. To the right of the chair were several ropes, one red, one green and one blue. Against the wall, behind this desk, stood a small dresser. On it were several collector pieces of Lydite Crystal intermixed with official looking ornaments. Amongst which was a strange Scepter looking object. Made of solid Janite. The Mayor was sat in the large leather chair, reading a document which had been passed to him from the Police Intelligence Department. It read: 'It has come to our attention that there are several newcomers to this city who have been acting rather suspicious. After asking the Gate Custodians, it appears the have arrived in the City unseen. Impossible as that may sound, nobody can recall seeing them enter through either of the four Gates. It is suggested that these newcomers be placed under immediate surveillance.' The Mayor was intrigued. It was good to be Mayor, he owned the city, and was above suspicion. He pulled on the Blue rope once and then the red rope twice. The doors swung open as a feeble looking woman shuffled into the office. "I'll have a Tashan Rataa, warm and sweet please. That is all." He bellowed. "Certainly." Came the high pitched whine which seemed to pass for a voice. With that the secretary turned and was about to close the doors when five large men walked into the office. They waved her off and one of them closed the doors himself. All five walked up to the desk and waited. Sha'un tossed the file over to the edge of the desk and the obvious leader of the five men stepped forward to read it. "I want them apprehended, by any means. It seems that they are historians, collecting data on the institutions of the past. I want that knowledge. There are numerous artists renderings of their likeness, so get out there and get them!" He dismissed them with a wave and returned to his duties. The five men left the room, and the feeble secretary shuffled in, carrying a tray with a steaming pot and a cup. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2406.10.23 (USS Fleet of Foot - Bridge; Ens Tourana; 1105) (Conestoga Class Ship -Engineer's locker room-Ensign jason Dema- 1106) (Conestoga Class Ship - Engineer's locker room - Ensign jason Dema - 1107) (RaelleusVI - City of Matais; The Vennerable Brahnna, Ja'sson P'Ker; 1500/1215) (Raellus IV - City of Matais- ships counselor Telan Raynar15:30) (Raellus IV - City of Matais; FO Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia, CESgt Andrew Peters & Nurse Kathrin Jones; 1530/1855) (Raelleus IV-City of Matais;Counselor Telan Raynar, FO Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia, CESgtPeters & NurseJones; 1531/1855) (Raellus IV - City of Matais; Ships counselor Telan Raynar, FO Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia & Nurse Kathrin Jones; 1532/1855) (Raellus IV - City of Matais; Ships counselor Telan Raynar- 1534/1855) [Raellus IV - City of Matais -CSO Ketal - 1535/1860] (USS Mystique - quarters - Cassandra Dema & Sarah Nevada - 1540) (USS Mystique - quarters - Cassandra Dema & Sarah Nevada - 1628) (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais, plaza- Ensign Travis Keswick - 1630) (USS Mystique, CO, CO Captain Vanyssa Winters, 1633) (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais,Raellean dwelling- MO Alesia Trenor& Dr. Riven Mias- 1635) (USS Mystique -Bridge, CO - Captain Vanyssa Winters - 1640) (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais, plaza- Ensign Travis Keswick -1642) (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais, plaza- Ensign Travis Keswick -1645) (USS Fleet of Foot - Bridge; Ens Tourana; 1105) Tourana was sat listening to the comms buzzing. There was the odd conversation but nothing of note, until Dema started. She listened with intent and once it was determined that there was a man injured, she made a decision. "Ensign Tourana to Ensign Dema and Lieutenant HHril. I'm going to beam the injured officer aboard the Fleet of Foot, for medical attention." With that she targeted the officers comm badge and beamed him directly into the runabouts sickbay. "I'll be monitoring yuour progress from the Fleet's sickbay. Tourana out." With that she closed the comm link. She stood and walked purposfully into the small sickbay. "Computer, activate the medical database." She walked to some consoles which were for medical research and accessed the computer. "Transfer all functions to this console." She told the computer, and then turned to the one next to it. "Transfer all away team monitoring functions to this console, and activate open comms - listening mode. Create a constant transport lock on the away teams bio signs." And with that she walked over to the young officer. She scanned him with a medicorder and determined that he had several fractured ribs, a punctured lung and severe bruising to his kidneys. She thought for a moment, listening to the hustle of the away team as she did. Once she was clear in her mind, she started to work with the computer, asking it for diagnosis, standard procedures and an operating guide on how to remove the ribs from the lungs and repair all the damage. (Reply HHril, Dema, Any iyw) (Posted by John Gibson, on behalf of Patch) (Conestoga Class Ship -Engineer's locker room-Ensign jason Dema- 1106) Jason was still searching the room together with the officer, when suddenly a strange noise troubled him. He motoined the officer to keep his faser ready. they walked slowly to where the noise was coming from. It sounded like breathing. Jason looked carefully around the corner to see who or what it was. He motioned the officer to wait for his next command. Jason looked around the corner to see a strange form, it looked human, but it wasn't. it seemed to be hurt and was healing itself. Jason got back under cover and tagged his badge, and whispered silently. =/\= Ensign Dema to Lt. HHril, we have contact with an unknown creature, it didn't spot us yet, but it seems to be hurt. What are your orders, and please, talk silently. =/\= (reply HHril) =/\= Acknowledged Sir. =/\= Jason looked back around the corner, but the creature was gone. He suddenly heard a yell from the officer behind him and turned around to see the creature holding the officer. jason tried to fire, but he didn't had a clear shot. then the officer took a knife with his available hand and stabbed the creature in it's arm so it would let him go. It worked, the creature screeched loudly, and dropped the officer through it's claws, tearing through his uniform, and ran through the door to the engine room while jason tried to hit it. =/\= Jason to Lt. HHril, it's in the engine room, beware, it's in the engine room. it's hurt in it's arm, I also have a man down here, request a medical team immediatly. =/\= (reply HHril, any) (posted by Anthony Struelens) (Conestoga Class Ship - Engineer's locker room - Ensign jason Dema - 1107) Jason heard a reply from Tourana after he reported a man down "Ensign Tourana to Ensign Dema and Lieutenant HHril. I'm going to beam the injured officer aboard the Fleet of Foot, for medical attention." Jason saw the officer dematerialising, and as soon as he was gone he went in persuit of the creature, he did heard Tourana one last time over the comms. "I'll be monitoring yuour progress from the Fleet's sickbay. Tourana out." Jason didn't replied and continued his search, but ran into HHril. "The creature got away, I'm sorry but I couldn't hit it, it was too fast." Jason was dissapointed in himself, after all the training he did on the phaser-range, he couldn't hit a creature, 20 times bigger then the target on the phaser-range. (reply HHril) (posted by Anthony Struelens) (Raellius IV - City of Matais; The Vennerable Brahnna, Ja'sson P'Ker; 1500/1215) The Venerable Brahnna stood before the private shrine behind her office, reciting the daily prayer. She was not a full Raellian, but held the highest position in the Faith. It was quite an honour, which she was daily thankful for. Today was an extra special day. The anniversary of the first landing of the Forefathers. The actual date had been lost, and so the Faithful Deans had renamed the day of Gatrinda from the 'Old Faith', to the anniversary. The majority of the people did not know all the details of the Forefathers, only a handful of people did. She was not one of them. Although she was The Venerable Brahnna, she was still not considerde worthy of the information. A sentiment of resentment from the Raellian majority on the council of Faithful Deans. Ja'sson was preparing to offer the 'Most Venerable Prayer', recited every fifty-five years. It was her first time, and understandibly she was nervous. It was the single most religious prayer they recited. The highest of all prayers, and only one person could recite it at a specific time and place. She stood up and turned to the door, opened it and walked back into her office. Her aides were waiting. She guessed something was up when she awoke this morning and went downstaris for breakfast and her aides were whispering. Ja'sson was wearing a white gown, made from the silk from the Jantarra region, a golden banhle and an austentatious Espidril. She looked ravishing. "Come, tell me what has been bothering you all so, isnce this morning." She sat in her high-backed chair and waited an explanation. A man came forwad and bowed at the waist. "We humbly beg forgivness for attempting to descieve you Oh High One." He mumbled as he vigourosly inspected the weave of the luxurious carpet. "Stand you oaf! Speak!" She said sternly. "Your Emminence, we have come accross some people who are not who they seem to be. Our Seers have seen into their minds and have gagued that they are from far, far away. They know of the Flying Box and are attempting to destroy it. We must find these people and bring them in for interrogation." A young woman said with fervour. The man had only just recovered from his impromtu inspection and grovelling session and was now returning to his post, at the side of the now quiet female. "You actually try to tell me how to do my job?! You insollent fool. I will decide what I want, and in my own time. Now leave, and do as you request. Have them taken to the Gaouler in the Wings. Give him permission to extract the information, by any means." She looked down and started to read the 'Most Venerable Prayer' in preperation for this evenings festivities. Thw two aides left the room. (Reply none) (pb John G) (Raelleus VI - City of Falais-Ships Counselor Telan Raynar,15:29) "Aye sir" responded Raynar as he leaned back at the doorway and took on a casual appearance. At the same time he lowered his mental shields slightly and sampled the surrounding area. Lust, aggressiveness, and paranoia seemed to be the order for the day. Telan still had a hard time getting over the various different colorings of the locals, of course at the moment he himself fit right in. He also didn't like the way that the male's minds hummed when the Female Marine was passing by them. ~A most definite unsettling thought~ Telan mumbled to himself. (replay none) (Posted by Kirk McClendon) (Raellus IV - City of Matais- ships counselor Telan Raynar15:30) Telan began detecting an uprise in an aggressive thought process and thought he should report it. He rose from his apparently lax position against the door frame and entered the building. Hurrying up to Ketal he touched the Vulcan slightly on the shoulder. "Excuse me sir, I thought you should know that there is a definate increase in hostility rising outside. Without probing I cannot tell what it is directed at and after what we have witnessed so far I am hesitent to probe too far". (reply Ketal) "Aye sir" I'll see what I can find" And Telan began searching for the needed books with the rest of the group. (Reply Ketal, any) (Posted by Kirk McClendon) (Raellus IV - City of Matais; FO Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia, CESgt Andrew Peters & Nurse Kathrin Jones; 1530/1855) Peter glanced at Ketal with a wry smile and started to think. "Okay, here is what we shall do. Seargant Peters,Ensign Raynar and Nurse Jones shall stay here and mingle with the crowds to gleen information from them. Ensign Ketal and I shall return to the shuttle with the manuscripts and othr data, along with all of this stuff [he pointed to the large quantity of bags on the floor]. We will be back, after uploading all the data onto the database and replicated enough currency. I hope that is agreeable with you all?" (Reply any iyw) "Good." Peter tapped his left hand to open a comm-link with the shuttle. "Computer beam myself and Ensign Ketal to the shuttle." He grabbed several bags from the floor, aswell as numerous books from Sgt Peters. Ketal did likewise and Peter glanced around to check if he had forgotten something. "Energize!" He said. Moments later the two officers were gone. Peters looked at the team, technically Raynar was in charge as he was the ranking Starfleet officer present. But it had fallen to Peters to be leader, he didn't mind at all. He did however prefer to lead several marines into action, rather than wet-under-the-collar rookies. "Okay, lets get out there. I'll be your escort Ms Jones, and you [he pointed at Raynar] can mingle with the crowds. We'll go left and once we are out of the way you go right. Meet back here in fifteen minutes." With that he left the young 'rookie' alone and escorted Jones out of the building. (Reply Raynar - you may witness this though it is advised you do not get caugt yourself!!) The team that theBrahnna had sent were waiting. It was easy to track the thoughts of these ...outsiders, since their thought patterns were so very different than the Raellians and the Earthians. The Priestess accompanying them frowned."They told someone named Shuttle to teleport them to him."She frowned further. "The leader, the 'kommander' and the 'vilcan'that leaves the marine, the woman and the other person, the one the telempathic marine says is a water ear. He's also a telepath.And pretty powerful." "Can't handle it Priestess?"One of the burly temple security guards sneered. The Priestess bristled, turning with her wings making an audible snap to the air."I will do as I've been ordered. You would be no match for them and their mind-magick, Fire-Maker."She said using the burly guards gift, that of creating small fires."The marine and the woman are exiting."She said, readying her attack.She took a deep breath, closed her eyes and threw up a wall around them.As the marine looked around in shock she seized ahold of his mind in an implacable grip.::Time to sleep, little mah-rine.::She said somewhat maliciously as she attempted to overwhelm his mind. Peters was flung to the wall, but he had not felt the push. His mid was in peircing pain and he was on the brink of passing out, he managed to look at Kathrin, she was being subdued by someone, he couldn't concentrate properly. He staggered away from the wall in an attempt to shake off the mind attack, but it was getting stronger. Just as soon as he neared unconsiousness someone placed a rag covered in a foul smelling liquid over his mouth. His marine training kicked in. He had been trained on Betazed about how to seperate the body from the higher brain functions. So in situations like this, he could use his military training while he attempted to regain control of his mind. The guards moved closer, knowing the danger a thought-senser could cause to them.They circled behind, and quickly covered the mouths of the two with the sleep-gas.The marine managed to miraculously break free, but the Priestess still held his mind.His body had been trained to move i ndependently of his mind in a threat situation. He thought he was gaining the upper hand, his assailants behind him had been thrown off by his sudden thrusts of violence. He was cut short as, the as yet unseen, mind assailant regained from their shock and prevailed over his ability to protect his mental powers. The Priestess burrowed deeper and found the core of his body.She stalked closer to him and stared down into his eyes dangerously.She took his chin in her hand and forced him to look up and hold her eyes, and with that gaze, his mind as the Guard covered his mouth again with the medicated cloth. Peters saw the woman move into his line of sight, he tried to look away, so she wouldn't gain any more access to his mind and thoughts. She pressed on and eventually totally prevailed over him. He was forced to look into her eyes and then there was no more beauty. The Guards collected the two prisoners and they turned to leave as the Betazoid Counsellor exited the store. (reply any mentioned) (posted by melinda & john) (Raellus IV - City of Matais; Ships counselor Telan Raynar, FO Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia, CESgt Andrew & Nurse Jones; 1531/1855) Peter glanced at Ketal with a wry smile and started to think. "Okay, Here is what we shall do. Sergeant Peters, Ensign Raynar and Nurse Jones shall stay here and mingle with the crowds to gleen information From them. Ensign Ketal and I shall return to the shuttle with the Manuscripts and other data, along with all of this stuff [he pointed to The large quantity of bags on the floor]. We will be back, after Uploading all the data onto the database and replicated enough Currency. I hope that is agreeable with you all?" "Aye sir," replied Telan. "Although I would suggest that we not remain here too much longer. The heightened levels of aggressiveness I had detected earlier have grown towards actual hatred. I would suggest we leave this area as quickly as possible." "Good." Peter tapped his left hand to open a comm-link with the Shuttle. "Computer beam myself and Ensign Ketal to the shuttle." He Grabbed several bags from the floor, as well as numerous books from Sgt Peters. Ketal did likewise and Peter glanced around to check if he had Forgotten something. "Energize!" He said. Moments later the two Officers were gone. Peters looked at the team; technically Raynar was in charge as he was The ranking Starfleet officer present. But it had fallen to Peters to Be leader, he didn't mind at all. He did however prefer to lead several Marines into action, rather than wet-under-the-collar rookies. "Okay, lets get out there. I'll be your escort Ms Jones, and you [he Pointed at Raynar] can mingle with the crowds. We'll go left and once We are out of the way you go right. Meet back here in fifteen minutes." With that he left the young 'rookie' alone and escorted Jones out of The building. (Raellus IV - City of Matais; Ships counselor Telan Raynar, FO Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia & Nurse Kathrin Jones; 1532/1855) ~Bad idea thought Telan to himself~, ~I have a bad feeling about this, we should leave now~ "Understood, 15 minutes and back here." He hesitated a moment, Technically he in charge of the remaining party but decided not to push it and gave way to experience. Watch yourself though, I meant it when I said it could get ugly real fast The team that the Brahnna had sent were waiting. It was easy to track The thoughts of these ... outsiders, since their thought patterns were So very different than the Raellians and the Earthians. The Priestess accompanying them frowned. "They told someone named Shuttle to teleport them to him." She frowned further. "The leader, The 'kommander' and the 'vilcan' that leaves the marine, the woman and The other person, the one the telempathic marine says is a water ear. He's also a telepath. And pretty powerful." "Can't handle it Priestess?" One of the burly temple security guards Sneered. The Priestess bristled, turning with her wings making an Audible snap to the air. "I will do as I've been ordered. You would be No match for them and their mind-magick, Fire-Maker." She said using The burly guards gift, that of creating small fires. "The marine and The woman are exiting." She said, readying her attack. She took a Deep breath, closed her eyes and threw up a wall around them. As the Marine looked around in shock she seized a hold of his mind in an Implacable grip. ::Time to sleep, little mah-rine.:: She said Somewhat maliciously as she attempted to overwhelm his mind. Peters was flung to the wall, but he had not felt the push. His mid was In piercing pain and he was on the brink of passing out, he managed to Look at Kathrin, she was being subdued by someone, he couldn't Concentrate properly. He staggered away from the wall in an attempt to Shake off the mind attack, but it was getting stronger. Just as soon as He neared unconsciousness someone placed a rag covered in a foul Smelling liquid over his mouth. His marine training kicked in. He had been trained on Betazed about how To separate the body from the higher brain functions. So in situations Like this, he could use his military training while he attempted to Regain control of his mind. The guards moved closer, knowing the danger a thought-sensor could Cause to them. They circled behind, and quickly covered the mouths of The two with the sleep-gas. The marine managed to miraculously break Free, but the Priestess still held his mind. His body had been trained To move I independently of his mind in a threat situation. He thought he was gaining the upper hand, his assailants behind him had Been thrown off by his sudden thrusts of violence. He was cut short as, The as yet unseen, mind assailant regained from their shock and Prevailed over his ability to protect his mental powers. The Priestess burrowed deeper and found the core of his body. She Stalked closer to him and stared down into his eyes dangerously. She Took his chin in her hand and forced him to look up and hold her eyes, And with that gaze, his mind as the Guard covered his mouth again with The medicated cloth. Peters saw the woman move into his line of sight, he tried to look Away, so she wouldn't gain any more access to his mind and thoughts. She pressed on and eventually totally prevailed over him. He was forced To look into her eyes and then there was no more beauty. The Guards collected the two prisoners and they turned to leave as the Betazoid Counselor exited the store. (Raellus IV - City of Matais; Ships counselor Telan Raynar- 1534/1855) Telan watched the other two members of the team leave the building and sat down to give them time to lose them selves. Suddenly he felt a great feeling of hatred wash over him, a feeling that glowed red within his mind, red tinged with the black of someone intent on doing harm. Faintly from outside he heard a scream of pain. Franticly he searched for the minds of the Peters and Jones and found them close but growing weaker, just them the mind of Jones seemed to waver and vanished. Telan ran across the room to the door his Phaser in hand, remembering at the last moment he couldn't use except under dire emergency. He slowly peeked out of the door and saw two huge beings with a smaller female, an old one. Jones lay on the ground with a cloth over her mouth and nose, unconscious, Peters was obviously still trying to fight off some kind of attack without much success. Running his options through his mind Telan knew he could jump in to help and be quickly overpowered by the two larger beings (he was a counselor not a wrestler), or he could attempt to interfere with the attack from the older female who was a strong telepath too, he wasn't afraid of either choice but it wouldn't do anybody any good just to join the group and get picked up as well. He settled on a third option. He had been able to detect that while the attack was painful it was not intended to kill. Telan did something his Father had shown him back on Delta. Concentrating he placed a mental hook in the minds of first Jones and then after the attack was over Peters. With these 'hooks' he would be able to find them over great distances. Then backing away and closing the door he retreated into the far corner of the room and again drew his Phaser, set it for maximum stun since if they came in here he felt it would be allowed to use the weapon, then concentrating he blanked his mind and merged his thought into those around him to camouflage himself mentally. After a few minutes he would call the shuttle and report what had happened. (Reply any) (Posted by Kirk McClendon) [RaelleusVI - City of Matais -CSO Ketal - 1535/1860] While looking through the first of the books Peters had shown him on the history of the "Flying Box of the Forefathers" Ketal heard the door open and looked up to see the Counselor enter the shop, he made straight for the 1/2 Vulcan. "Excuse me sir, I thought you should know that there is a definate increase in hostility rising outside. Without probing I cannot tell what it is directed at and after what we have witnessed so far I am hesitent to probe too far". Ketal nodded his head gravely and said. "Thank you Counselor, I think it would be best if you stayed inside then, perhaps you may find something we have missed. "Aye sir" I'll see what I can find" And Telan began searching for the needed books with the rest of the group. Ketal then went back to skimming the vast information at his disposal. (Reply: any) (posted by Charles) (USS Mystique - quarters - Cassandra Dema & Sarah Nevada - 1605) Cassandra was sitting in the room with Sarah, talking of their past while playing games. "How long will it take before he returns?" Cassandra asked. "I don't know, but be patient, he will return, you'll see." "How do you know for sure? How do you know he isn't in trouble?" "He promised he would be back, and otherwise, I would drag him back here." Sarah winked and smiled at Cassandra, Cassandra smiled too, but still had some doubts. "It's your move Cassie." They kept playing and talking. (USS Mystique - quarters - Cassandra Dema & Sarah Nevada - 1743) The games were done and they were watching some tv. Sarah went to the bathroom, and when she came out, cassandra was sitting lifeless on the couch, staring front of her with a worried face. "What's wrong?." Sarah asked. "Something is wrong, my brother is in trouble." "How do you know for sure?" "I can feel it." "You're just worried, don't think about it, everything will be fine." "No, something is wrong." Cassandra raised her voice a bit. "Let me prove it, Computer, contact Captain Vanyssa Winters, if she has time." (reply Vanyssa) "Captain,I apologizefor disturbing you, but Cassandra thinks something went wrong, could you tell her she doesn't have to worry?" (reply Vanyssa) (posted by Anthony Struelens) (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais, plaza- Ensign Travis Keswick - 1630) Travis was walking around plaza taking in the scent of food coming from the food venders through out the plaza. The crowds were still flowing through the plaza, people not seeming to care about others around them bumping into people not even giving them another thought. As Travis walked around holding his broken ribs as people bumped into him as they went about their day. Travis was walking up towards a group of people that seemed to be getting angry and were yelling. He could not make out what they were saying so he made his way to the group. "Cheater!" the group yelled as Travis got closer to the them he could tell that they were yelling at Mr. Jansen. Jansen stood and stepped away from the table as the crowd cornered him, yelling.Travis stepped in and grabbed him by the shoulders and picked him up. "We know how to deal with cheaters," Travis said as he dragged Jansen into an alley way and threw him up against the wall.He was trying to hide the pain in his side as he looked back to make sure they were not being followed. When the coast was clear Travis let go of Jansen and held his ribs and moaned in pain.After a moment he composed him self. "Jansen are you ok?What happened?" Travis sead looking into his scared eyes. Jansen was still trying to clear his head.It was as if someone had put a big bubble over his head and was slowly creating a vaccum in there.he just couldn't get focused. Finally Keswicks words got through to him. "I... I don't know," Jansen said, "I was playing that game, and winning. And then the natives got restless.They didn't like that I was winning. Then something happened.I couldn't think.And the voices, in my head, all those voices." He put his hands to his head as if the pressure on the outside would help the pressure on the inside. "Relax," Keswick said, "I understand you're scared but we will get through this together, ok? I will not let anything happen to you. Do you understand"? Jansen nodded and looked up at the ASC.He appreciated his words of encouragement.The man was several years older than Jansen, and certainly more mature.His maturity lent him some inner strength.He sat up a little straighter."Thanks Ensign."He gave Keswick a weak smile. After Jansen seemed to calm down Travis continued."Dr Mias reported and Miss Alesia are no where to be seen." "Do you think somethings happened to them?"Jansen began to panic again."We should probably check in with the ship, it's been a while and it's getting dark." "Jansen," Travis started to say as he put his hands on Jansen's shoulders, "I need to stay focused now close your eyes and take some deep breaths and just block out everything else out and concentrate on the sound of my voice just keep taking deep breaths while I check in with the ship. Ok?Nothing is going to happen to us. The others will be fine too." Travis then stepped back and it seemed that Jansen had settled down. =^= Ensign Keswick to the Mystique please respond =^= (Reply Captain) =^= I'm here with Mr. Jansen.Dr Mias or Miss Alesia are missing. What should we do =^= (Reply Captain, Any) (Posted By Travis Keswick and Al Muir) (USS Mystique, CO, CO Captain Vanyssa Winters, 1633) When the message came from Tourana that there was a monster on board, one that phase shifted, and it was injuring crew members, Vanyssa had enough. "Ensign, get them out of there, now."She ordered. Predictably enough, though, the transporters chose that moment to no longer function.Time for track 2. "Captain Winters to the colony away team, retreat."She ordered, her voice hard as steel. "That is an order." Vanyssa prayed that someone would answer her, and that they weren't all dead. (reply those on the colony ship) (posted by melinda :-) (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais,Raellean dwelling- MO Alesia Trenor& Dr. Riven Mias- 1635) Alesia woke up, her head on Riven's knee. She looked up at him and smiled. ::Hi.:: She sent. ::My head feels strange.:: She said, getting up, to find Riven's hand restraining her. She looked up into his dark eyes and blushed. ::You don't mind that I'm part human?:: She asked, wondering. Rivensmiled down at her as he kept his hand firmly on her shoulder. ::Lie still for a bit little one you had somewhat of a nasty shock and no I am not prejudiced against humans or those of a mixed race with them.:: He felt the warm feelings flowing from her and knew she could feel his in return. ::I believe we have some things we need to talk about when the opportunity presents itself Alesia.:: Riven looked up at theReallean again and thought directly to her alone. ::It appears she will be all right now Ancient One, I thank you again for your help.:: The Ancient One nodded and Alesia looked up at Riven. ::I like little one.:: She said giggling as her eyes unfocused for a second. ::Peters is worried about me.:: She laughed, still quite giddy and feeling very childish, very unlike her marine self. ::My boss would hurt me if he knew I wasn't guarding you....:: She murmured as she snuggled against him. Riven liked the feeling of her snuggling against him very much. ::That is not true Alesia, you attacked the Prince to keep him from overcoming me and was beating him rather thoroughly before you were interrupted. Don't worry about the details I know the whole story. If he asks I will tell him you have done an exemplary job which is the truth, the circumstances were just against you.:: Riven couldn't help but consider how her lips would feel against his at the moment then shook himself free of the thought wondering how much of it was his own and how much was influenced by that mental and emotional"Booster" that seemed tohave the goal ofheightening sexual interest. This close to the source its effects seemed very strong. Riven lookedup from her eyes and gazed about the dome and attuned his mind to finding the source, his eyes and senses then being drawn once more to the small grove of trees bordered by shrines. Alesia looked up at Riven. ::I like it here.:: She said, sounding nothing like herself. ::She is tired, and the air here...promotes sensuality, allowing us to procreate easier.:: The Ancient One replied. Suddenly the Ancient One turned, and frowned. ::I had given orders that your friends be brought here, but it seems that they can not be found. Did they return to the hands that carry you across the stars?:: Riven realized he had not heard a reply to his earlier call and spoke again. "Enigns Jansen and Keswick this is Dr. Riven Mias, please report in." After finishing he waited somewhat worridly for their reply. When there had been no answer for several minutes he looked at the Raellean. ::We seem to have a problem, my people are not reporting in.:: ::Yes, I know, and we can not sense them.:: The Ancient One said a bit sadly. =^= Captain Winters to Dr. Mias... we can not trace Mr. Keswick or Mr. Jansen. =^= Vanyssa said. Alesia looked at Riven sadly, trying again to get up off his lap. Her clothing and hair were a mess. Riven allowed her up this time but grudgingly and rose himself. "Captain as you know we were separated earlier and I have tried to contact them twice with no result. The Ancient One says they can not sense them which I assume means they are unconcious. I am certain there has not been time for anyone to take them off planet so I will go look for them. Have you any further orders before I do so?" As he waited for her reply Riven thought to the Raellean. :: Do you know of any faction that might have done such a thing? I must find my people quickly.:: =^= Be careful. Keep in contact. =^= Captain Winters replied. =^= Contact Mr. Bellenia's team and have them help you. =^= ::There are...bad ones.:: The Ancient One replied. ::Those who seek to destroy the Raellian race in favor of those who came from the stars. The ... Prince that Lillia dealt with is one of them.:: :: Not good. :: Riven thought. ::I will need you to show us where to look for them then if you will. I have to get my people back.:; "Acknowledged Captain." Riven said then. "Commander Bellinia this is Riven Mias,two of myparty are missing Ensigns Keswick and Jansen. There is concern that a local group hostile to the original inhabitants is involvedin their disappearance. Captain Winters wants us to pool our resources to find them" (Reply: Commander Bellinia) While waiting for the Commander to answer Riven turned to the AncientOne. ::Do you have anything to add to what you have already told me?:: The Ancient One nodded. ::Ellyssa here knows where they have taken your team members. She will be your guide.:: the little girl was the most human that any of them had seen so far. ::She is a member of their group, but a daughter of my daughter's daughter.:: The Ancient One said fondly. "I know where they are. I can't talk like the Revered Mother can, but you talk like me so it doesn't matter." Ellyssa said, grinning. "Your Courtesan will be a nice bargaining chip...most men don't get a chance at one as pretty as she is.... that will get you into the group." Riven smiled at Elyssa then at Alesia. ::Yes that is true, even among my own kind, and thank you for your help.:: He knew Alesia was up to the task at hand, she was a marine after all and ready for infiltration and combat andusing his mental powers he knew he could play his role. To her he then said. ::Very well Little One, after Commander Bellinia gets on board with this we will begin.:: Alesia shivered with the way Riven's thoughts felt to her. She felt his arms hug her from behind, and she relaxed into them, still not feeling quite like herself. When he released her, Alesia knelt down next to the little girl. "Our names are similiar." She said out loud. "Yours is Ah-li-sa and mine is Ah-lee-za." She sounded them out. "I am very happy to be working with you." She said, smiling. The little girl looked up at Alesia. "No Courtesan would go out looking like that." The Revered Mother nodded. "That is quite true." And Alesia found herself cleaned, with her hair redone in an even more elaborate style, as well as jewelled bracelets adorning her wrists. She looked down at them and saw little hooks on them, designed so that they could be latched together. "They were my mothers." Elyssa said. "She was a courtesan, like you." Elyssa offered the leash that would attach to Alesia's collar as well as the chain that was supposed to connect the bracelets to Riven. Her gown was brushed off, the stains somehow faded when another woman placed a hand on them, and within a few minutes Alesia found herself in front of a mirror looking at a reflection that was nothing like her own. She turned back to Riven suddenly shy. ::How do I look?:: She asked, glancing down in submission. The Revered Mother had put quite a bit of knowledge into both of their heads about how a Courtesan and her Master were SUPPOSED to act. Riven's eyes sparkled as he looked at this shy young woman whom he knew to be a battle hardened warriorthen he said, "Allow me to answer that with an action." He reached forward and cupped her chin in the palm of his right hand as he drew her face up and forward and he stepped toward her. His lips met hers in a light kiss that he held for just an instant but as he felt from her mind she was enjoying it the light kiss became a passionate one. After a long and heated moment he remembered where they were and who they were in the presence of and he grudgingly broke the kiss and backed away. He smiled and thought directly and only to her. ::We really have some things to discuss Alesia. I am anticipating when we can be alone to do so.:: Then he sighed as another call came in from Commander Bellinia. (Reply: Commander Bellinia) Alesia looked up at him with bright eyes, discovering a part of herself when with him that was utterly different than her marine self. ::You're the Counsellor:: She began. ::You would know best:: She listened to the news from Bellinia's team. He had left Peters, the medical officer and the young new Counsellor alone while he and Ketal went back to the ship with the books and documents they had acquired. ::We should find a place to all meet up...:: Alesia began as she held her head in distress. ::PETERS!!!!:: She shouted, focusing all her thoughts on him. ::He's under attack!:: She fair shouted, hoping that she could do something to help him. ::NO!!!!:: She shouted again, feeling him pass out. She knew Riven was there, he was holding her hand. ::We have to get to him!!:: Riven almost shouted to the Commander. "Commander beam us back to the shuttle please, the remainder of your group are being attacked, we need to pool our forces now!" (Reply: Commander Bellinia, any)(Posted by Melinda and Charles) (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais, plaza- Ensign Travis Keswick -1642) "Dr. Mias and Miss Trenor are with Commander Bellinia.He ordered all of you to report in about 15 minutes ago.Several of his team members were kidnapped. Can you contact him, Ensign ?" Travis realizing his mistake He replied "Yes captain I will do that right a way." "Can you contact the shuttle?" the Captain added "I will try captain" Vanyssa sighed."We have your coordinates, Ensign, I would suggest staying there, I will have Commander Bellinia rendezvous with you as soon as possible."Mystique out." (Reply Jansen iyw.) (posted by travis) (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais, plaza- Ensign Travis Keswick -1645) Travis turned to Ensign Jansen "How are you holding up over there. He sead to the young and vary scared ensign. (Reply Jansen) "Good just keep breathing and remember I'm right here." Travis started spiting out more blood do to the broken ribs and internal bleeding and trying to hide the exstream pain that he was so not to scare Jansen any more then he was. =/\= Ensign Keswick to Commander Bellinia respond =/\= (Reply Bellinia) =/\= I'm here with Mr. Jansen and he is scared but he is doing well as for me I was injured in a fight =/\= (reply Bellinia) =/\= No Sir. I can continue =/\= ( Reply Bellinia) =/\= understood we will stand by for you arrive Keswick out =/\= --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.23 (USS Fleet of Foot - Bridge; Ens Tourana; 1105) (Conestoga Class Ship - Engineer's locker room - Ensign Jason Dema - 1106) (Conestoga Class Ship - Engineer's locker room - Ensign Jason Dema - 1107) ***************************************************************************** ************ (Raelleus VI - City of Matais; The Vennerable Brahnna, Ja'sson P'Ker; 1500/1215) (Raelleus VI - City of Matais- ships counselor Telan Raynar 15:30) (Raelleus VI - City of Matais; FO Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia, CESgt Andrew Peters & Nurse Kathrin Jones; 1530/1855) (Raelleus VI-City of Matais; Counselor Telan Raynar, FO Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia, CESgt Peters & Nurse Jones; 1531/1855) (Raelleus VI - City of Matais; Ships counselor Telan Raynar, FO Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia & Nurse Kathrin Jones; 1532/1855) (Raelleus VI - City of Matais; Ships counselor Telan Raynar- 1534/1855) [Raelleus VI - City of Matais - CSO Ketal - 1535/1860] (USS Mystique - quarters - Cassandra Dema & Sarah Nevada - 1540) (USS Mystique - quarters - Cassandra Dema & Sarah Nevada - 1628) (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais, plaza - Ensign Travis Keswick - 1630) (USS Mystique, CO, CO Captain Vanyssa Winters, 1633) (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais, Raellean dwelling - MO Alesia Trenor & Dr. Riven Mias- 1635) (USS Mystique -Bridge, CO - Captain Vanyssa Winters - 1640) (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais, plaza - Ensign Travis Keswick -1642) (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais, plaza - Ensign Travis Keswick -1645) **************************************************************************** ******* (USS Fleet of Foot - Bridge; Ens Tourana; 1105) Tourana was sat listening to the comms buzzing. There was the odd conversation but nothing of note, until Dema started. She listened with intent and once it was determined that there was a man injured, she made a decision. "Ensign Tourana to Ensign Dema and Lieutenant HHril. I'm going to beam the injured officer aboard the Fleet of Foot, for medical attention." With that she targeted the officers comm badge and beamed him directly into the runabouts sickbay. "I'll be monitoring your progress from the Fleet's sickbay. Tourana out." With that she closed the comm link. She stood and walked purposefully into the small sickbay. "Computer, activate the medical database." She walked to some consoles which were for medical research and accessed the computer. Transfer all functions to this console." She told the computer, and then turned to the one next to it. "Transfer all away team monitoring functions to this console, and activate open comms - listening mode. Create a constant transport lock on the away teams bio signs." And with that she walked over to the young officer. She scanned him with a tricorder and determined that he had several fractured ribs, a punctured lung and severe bruising to his kidneys. She thought for a moment, listening to the hustle of the away team as she did. Once she was clear in her mind, she started to work with the computer, asking it for diagnosis, standard procedures and an operating guide on how to remove the ribs from the lungs and repair all the damage. (Reply HHril, Dema, Any iyw) (Posted by John Gibson, on behalf of Patch) (Conestoga Class Ship - Engineer's locker room - Ensign Jason Dema - 1106) Jason was still searching the room together with the officer, when suddenly a strange noise troubled him. He motioned the officer to keep his phaser ready. they walked slowly to where the noise was coming from. It sounded like breathing. Jason looked carefully around the corner to see who or what it was. He motioned the officer to wait for his next command. Jason looked around the corner to see a strange form, it looked human, but it wasn't. it seemed to be hurt and was healing itself. Jason got back under cover and tagged his badge, and whispered silently. =/\= Ensign Dema to Lt. HHril, we have contact with an unknown creature, it didn't spot us yet, but it seems to be hurt. What are your orders, and please, talk silently. =/\= (reply HHril) =/\= Acknowledged Sir. =/\= Jason looked back around the corner, but the creature was gone. He suddenly heard a yell from the officer behind him and turned around to see the creature holding the officer. Jason tried to fire, but he didn't had a clear shot. then the officer took a knife with his available hand and stabbed the creature in it's arm so it would let him go. It worked, the creature screeched loudly, and dropped the officer through it's claws, tearing through his uniform, and ran through the door to the engine room while Jason tried to hit it. =/\= Jason to Lt. HHril, it's in the engine room, beware, it's in the engine room. it's hurt in it's arm, I also have a man down here, request a medical team immediately. =/\= (reply HHril, any) (posted by Anthony Struelens) (Conestoga Class Ship - Engineer's locker room - Ensign Jason Dema - 1107) Jason heard a reply from Tourana after he reported a man down "Ensign Tourana to Ensign Dema and Lieutenant HHril. I'm going to beam the injured officer aboard the Fleet of Foot, for medical attention." Jason saw the officer dematerializing, and as soon as he was gone he went in pursuit of the creature, he did heard Tourana one last time over the comms. "I'll be monitoring your progress from the Fleet's sickbay. Tourana out." Jason didn't replied and continued his search, but ran into HHril. "The creature got away, I'm sorry but I couldn't hit it, it was too fast." Jason was disappointed in himself, after all the training he did on the phaser-range, he couldn't hit a creature, 20 times bigger then the target on the phaser-range. (reply HHril) (posted by Anthony Struelens) (Raelleus VI - City of Matais; The Vennerable Brahnna, Ja'sson P'Ker; 1500/1215) The Venerable Brahnna stood before the private shrine behind her office, reciting the daily prayer. She was not a full Raellean, but held the highest position in the Faith. It was quite an honour, which she was daily thankful for. Today was an extra special day. The anniversary of the first landing of the Forefathers. The actual date had been lost, and so the Faithful Deans had renamed the day of Gatrinda from the 'Old Faith', to the anniversary. The majority of the people did not know all the details of the Forefathers, only a handful of people did. She was not one of them. Although she was The Venerable Brahnna, she was still not considered worthy of the information. A sentiment of resentment from the Raellean majority on the council of Faithful Deans. Ja'sson was preparing to offer the 'Most Venerable Prayer', recited every fifty-five years. It was her first time, and understandably she was nervous. It was the single most religious prayer they recited. The highest of all prayers, and only one person could recite it at a specific time and place. She stood up and turned to the door, opened it and walked back into her office. Her aides were waiting. She guessed something was up when she awoke this morning and went downstairs for breakfast and her aides were whispering. Ja'sson was wearing a white gown, made from the silk from the Jantarra region, a golden banhle and an austentatious Espidril. She looked ravishing. "Come, tell me what has been bothering you all so, since this morning." She sat in her high-backed chair and waited an explanation. A man came forward and bowed at the waist. "We humbly beg forgives for attempting to deceive you Oh High One." He mumbled as he vigorously inspected the weave of the luxurious carpet. "Stand you oaf! Speak!" She said sternly. "Your Emminence, we have come across some people who are not who they seem to be. Our Seers have seen into their minds and have gauged that they are from far, far away. They know of the Flying Box and are attempting to destroy it. We must find these people and bring them in for interrogation." A young woman said with fervor. The man had only just recovered from his impromptu inspection and groveling session and was now returning to his post at the side of the now quiet female. "You actually try to tell me how to do my job?! You insolent fool. I will decide what I want, and in my own time. Now leave, and do as you request. Have them taken to the Gaouler in the Wings. Give him permission to extract the information, by any means." She looked down and started to read the Most Venerable Prayer' in preparation for this evenings festivities. The two aides left the room. (Reply none) (pb John G) (Raelleus VI - City of Falais-Ships Counselor Telan Raynar, 15:29) "Aye sir" responded Raynar as he leaned back at the doorway and took on a casual appearance. At the same time he lowered his mental shields slightly and sampled the surrounding area. Lust, aggressiveness, and paranoia seemed to be the order for the day. Telan still had a hard time getting over the various different colorings of the locals, of course at the moment he himself fit right in. He also didn't like the way that the male's minds hummed when the Female Marine was passing by them. ~A most definite unsettling thought~ Telan mumbled to himself. (replay none) (Posted by Kirk McClendon) (Raelleus VI - City of Matais- ships counselor Telan Raynar 15:30) Telan began detecting an rise in an aggressive thought process and thought he should report it. He rose from his apparently lax position against the door frame and entered the building. Hurrying up to Ketal he touched the Vulcan slightly on the shoulder. "Excuse me sir, I thought you should know that there is a definite increase in hostility rising outside. Without probing I cannot tell what it is directed at and after what we have witnessed so far I am hesitant to probe too far". (reply Ketal) "Aye sir" I'll see what I can find" And Telan began searching for the needed books with the rest of the group. (Reply Ketal, any) (Posted by Kirk McClendon) (Raelleus VI - City of Matais; FO Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia, CESgt Andrew Peters & Nurse Kathrin Jones; 1530/1855) Peter glanced at Ketal with a wry smile and started to think. "Okay, here is what we shall do. Sergeant Peters, Ensign Raynar and Nurse Jones shall stay here and mingle with the crowds to gleen information from them. Ensign Ketal and I shall return to the shuttle with the manuscripts and other data, along with all of this stuff [he pointed to the large quantity of bags on the floor]. We will be back, after uploading all the data onto the database and replicated enough currency. I hope that is agreeable with you all?" (Reply any iyw) "Good." Peter tapped his left hand to open a comm-link with the shuttle. Computer beam myself and Ensign Ketal to the shuttle." He grabbed several bags from the floor, as well as numerous books from Sgt Peters. Ketal did likewise and Peter glanced around to check if he had forgotten something. "Energize!" He said. Moments later the two officers were gone. Peters looked at the team, technically Raynar was in charge as he was the ranking Starfleet officer present. But it had fallen to Peters to be leader, he didn't mind at all. He did however prefer to lead several marines into action, rather than wet-under-the-collar rookies. "Okay, lets get out there. I'll be your escort Ms Jones, and you [he pointed at Raynar] can mingle with the crowds. We'll go left and once we are out of the way you go right. Meet back here in fifteen minutes." With that he left the young 'rookie' alone and escorted Jones out of the building. (Reply Raynar - you may witness this though it is advised you do not get caught yourself!!) The team that the Brahnna had sent were waiting. It was easy to track the thoughts of these ... outsiders, since their thought patterns were so very different than the Raelleans and the Earthians. The Priestess accompanying them frowned. "They told someone named Shuttle to teleport them to him." She frowned further. "The leader, the 'kommander' and the 'vilcan' that leaves the marine, the woman and the other person, the one the telepathic marine says is a water ear. He's also a telepath. And pretty powerful." "Can't handle it Priestess?" One of the burly temple security guards sneered The Priestess bristled, turning with her wings making an audible snap to the air. "I will do as I've been ordered. You would be no match for them and their mind-magic, Fire-Maker." She said using the burly guards gift, that of creating small fires. "The marine and the woman are exiting." She said, readying her attack. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes and threw up a wall around them. As the marine looked around in shock she seized ahold of his mind in an implacable grip. ::Time to sleep, little mah-rine.:: She said somewhat maliciously as she attempted to overwhelm his mind. Peters was flung to the wall, but he had not felt the push. His mid was in piercing pain and he was on the brink of passing out, he managed to look at Kathrin, she was being subdued by someone, he couldn't concentrate properly. He staggered away from the wall in an attempt to shake off the mind attack, but it was getting stronger. Just as soon as he neared unconsciousness someone placed a rag covered in a foul smelling liquid over his mouth. His marine training kicked in. He had been trained on Betazed about how to separate the body from the higher brain functions. So in situations like this, he could use his military training while he attempted to regain control of his mind. The guards moved closer, knowing the danger a thought-senser could cause to them. They circled behind, and quickly covered the mouths of the two with the sleep-gas. The marine managed to miraculously break free, but the Priestess still held his mind. His body had been trained to move i independently of his mind in a threat situation. He thought he was gaining the upper hand, his assailants behind him had been thrown off by his sudden thrusts of violence. He was cut short as, the as yet unseen, mind assailant regained from their shock and prevailed over his ability to protect his mental powers. The Priestess burrowed deeper and found the core of his body. She stalked closer to him and stared down into his eyes dangerously. She took his chin in her hand and forced him to look up and hold her eyes, and with that gaze, his mind as the Guard covered his mouth again with the medicated cloth. Peters saw the woman move into his line of sight, he tried to look away, so she wouldn't gain any more access to his mind and thoughts. She pressed on and eventually totally prevailed over him. He was forced to look into her eyes and then there was no more beauty. The Guards collected the two prisoners and they turned to leave as the Betazoid Counselor exited the store. (reply any mentioned) (posted by melinda & john) (Raelleus VI - City of Matais; Ships counselor Telan Raynar, FO Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia, CESgt Andrew & Nurse Jones; 1531/1855) Peter glanced at Ketal with a wry smile and started to think. "Okay, Here is what we shall do. Sergeant Peters, Ensign Raynar and Nurse Jones shall stay here and mingle with the crowds to gleen information from them. Ensign Ketal and I shall return to the shuttle with the Manuscripts and other data, along with all of this stuff [he pointed to the large quantity of bags on the floor]. We will be back, after Uploading all the data onto the database and replicated enough Currency. I hope that is agreeable with you all?" "Aye sir," replied Telan. "Although I would suggest that we not remain here too much longer. The heightened levels of aggressiveness I had detected earlier have grown towards actual hatred. I would suggest we leave this area as quickly as possible." "Good." Peter tapped his left hand to open a comm-link with the shuttle. Computer beam myself and Ensign Ketal to the shuttle." He Grabbed several bags from the floor, as well as numerous books from Sgt Peters. Ketal did likewise and Peter glanced around to check if he had Forgotten something. "Energize!" He said. Moments later the two Officers were gone. Peters looked at the team; technically Raynar was in charge as he was The ranking Starfleet officer present. But it had fallen to Peters to Be leader, he didn't mind at all. He did however prefer to lead several Marines into action, rather than wet-under-the-collar rookies. "Okay, let's get out there. I'll be your escort Ms Jones, and you [he Pointed at Raynar] can mingle with the crowds. We'll go left and once We are out of the way you go right. Meet back here in fifteen minutes." With that he left the young 'rookie' alone and escorted Jones out of The building. (Raelleus VI - City of Matais; Ships counselor Telan Raynar, FO Lt Cmdr Peter Belinia & Nurse Kathrin Jones; 1532/1855) ~Bad idea thought Telan to himself~, ~I have a bad feeling about this, we should leave now~ "Understood, 15 minutes and back here."He hesitated a moment, Technically he in charge of the remaining party but decided not to push it and gave way to experience. "Watch yourself though, I meant it when I said it could get ugly real fast." The team that the Brahnna had sent were waiting. It was easy to track The thoughts of these ... outsiders, since their thought patterns were So very different than the Raelleans and the Earthians. The Priestess accompanying them frowned. "They told someone named Shuttle to teleport them to him." She frowned further. "The leader, The kommander' and the 'vilcan' that leaves the marine, the woman and The other person, the one the telepathic marine says is a water ear. "He's also a telepath. And pretty powerful." "Can't handle it Priestess?" One of the burly temple security guards Sneered The Priestess bristled, turning with her wings making an Audible snap to the air. "I will do as I've been ordered. You would be No match for them and their mind-magic, Fire-Maker." She said using The burly guards gift, that of creating small fires. "The marine and The woman are exiting." She said, readying her attack. She took a Deep breath, closed her eyes and threw up a wall around them. As the Marine looked around in shock she seized a hold of his mind in an Implacable grip. ::Time to sleep, little mah-rine.:: She said Somewhat maliciously as she attempted to overwhelm his mind. Peters was flung to the wall, but he had not felt the push. His mind was in piercing pain and he was on the brink of passing out, he managed to look at Kathrin, she was being subdued by someone, he couldn't concentrate properly. He staggered away from the wall in an attempt to shake off the mind attack, but it was getting stronger. Just as soon as he neared unconsciousness someone placed a rag covered in a foul smelling liquid over his mouth. His marine training kicked in. He had been trained on Betazed about how to separate the body from the higher brain functions. So in situations Like this, he could use his military training while he attempted to regain control of his mind. The guards moved closer, knowing the danger a thought-sensor could cause to them. They circled behind, and quickly covered the mouths of the two with the sleep-gas. The marine managed to miraculously break free, but the Priestess still held his mind. His body had been trained to move independently of his mind in a threat situation. He thought he was gaining the upper hand, his assailants behind him had been thrown off by his sudden thrusts of violence. He was cut short as, the as yet unseen, mind assailant regained from their shock and prevailed over his ability to protect his mental powers. The Priestess burrowed deeper and found the core of his body. She stalked closer to him and stared down into his eyes dangerously. She took his chin in her hand and forced him to look up and hold her eyes, And with that gaze, his mind as the Guard covered his mouth again with the medicated cloth. Peters saw the woman move into his line of sight, he tried to look away, so she wouldn't gain any more access to his mind and thoughts. She pressed on and eventually totally prevailed over him. He was forced to look into her eyes and then there was no more beauty. The guards collected the two prisoners and they turned to leave as the Betazoid Counselor exited the store. (Raelleus VI - City of Matais; Ships counselor Telan Raynar- 1534/1855) Telan watched the other two members of the team leave the building and sat down to give them time to lose them selves. Suddenly he felt a great feeling of hatred wash over him, a feeling that glowed red within his mind, red tinged with the black of someone intent on doing harm. Faintly from outside he heard a scream of pain. Franticly he searched for the minds of the Peters and Jones and found them close but growing weaker, just them the mind of Jones seemed to waver and vanished. Telan ran across the room to the door his Phaser in hand, remembering at the last moment he couldn't use except under dire emergency. He slowly peeked out of the door and saw two huge beings with a smaller female, an old one. Jones lay on the ground with a cloth over her mouth and nose, unconscious, Peters was obviously still trying to fight off some kind of attack without much success. Running his options through his mind Telan knew he could jump in to help and be quickly overpowered by the two larger beings (he was a counselor not a wrestler), or he could attempt to interfere with the attack from the older female who was a strong telepath too, he wasn't afraid of either choice but it wouldn't do anybody any good just to join the group and get picked up as well. He settled on a third option. He had been able to detect that while the attack was painful it was not intended to kill. Telan did something his Father had shown him back on Delta. Concentrating he placed a mental 'hook' in the minds of first Jones and then after the attack was over Peters. With these 'hooks' he would be able to find them over great distances. Then backing away and closing the door he retreated into the far corner of the room and again drew his Phaser, set it for maximum stun since if they came in here he felt it would be allowed to use the weapon, then concentrating he blanked his mind and merged his thought into those around him to camouflage himself mentally. After a few minutes he would call the shuttle and report what had happened. (Reply any) (Posted by Kirk McClendon) [Raelleus VI - City of Matais - CSO Ketal - 1535/1860] While looking through the first of the books Peters had shown him on the history of the "Flying Box of the Forefathers" Ketal heard the door open and looked up to see the Counselor enter the shop, he made straight for the 1/2 Vulcan. "Excuse me sir, I thought you should know that there is a definite increase in hostility rising outside. Without probing I cannot tell what it is directed at and after what we have witnessed so far I am hesitant to probe too far". Ketal nodded his head gravely and said. "Thank you Counselor, I think it would be best if you stayed inside then, perhaps you may find something we have missed. "Aye sir" I'll see what I can find" And Telan began searching for the needed books with the rest of the group. Ketal then went back to skimming the vast information at his disposal. (Reply: any) (posted by Charles) (USS Mystique - quarters - Cassandra Dema & Sarah Nevada - 1540) Cassandra was sitting in the room with Sarah, talking of their past while playing games. "How long will it take before he returns?" Cassandra asked. "I don't know, but be patient, he will return, you'll see." "How do you know for sure? How do you know he isn't in trouble?" "He promised he would be back, and otherwise, I would drag him back here." Sarah winked and smiled at Cassandra, Cassandra smiled too, but still had some doubts. "It's your move Cassie." They kept playing and talking. (USS Mystique - quarters - Cassandra Dema & Sarah Nevada - 1628) The games were done and they were watching some TV. Sarah went to the bathroom, and when she came out, Cassandra was sitting lifeless on the couch staring front of her with a worried face. "What's wrong?." Sarah asked. "Something is wrong, my brother is in trouble." "How do you know for sure?" "I can feel it." "You're just worried, don't think about it, everything will be fine." "No, something is wrong." Cassandra raised her voice a bit. "Let me prove it, Computer, contact Captain Vanyssa Winters, if she has time " (reply Vanyssa) "Captain, I apologize for disturbing you, but Cassandra thinks something went wrong, could you tell her she doesn't have to worry?" (reply Vanyssa) (posted by Anthony Struelens) (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais, plaza - Ensign Travis Keswick - 1630) Travis was walking around plaza taking in the scent of food coming from the food venders through out the plaza. The crowds were still flowing through the plaza, people not seeming to care about others around them bumping into people not even giving them another thought. As Travis walked around holding his broken ribs as people bumped into him as they went about their day. Travis was walking up towards a group of people that seemed to be getting angry and were yelling. He could not make out what they were saying so he made his way to the group. "Cheater!" the group yelled as Travis got closer to the them he could tell that they were yelling at Mr. Jansen. Jansen stood and stepped away from the table as the crowd cornered him, yelling. Travis stepped in and grabbed him by the shoulders and picked him up. "We know how to deal with cheaters," Travis said as he dragged Jansen into an alley way and threw him up against the wall. He was trying to hide the pain in his side as he looked back to make sure they were not being followed When the coast was clear Travis let go of Jansen and held his ribs and moaned in pain. After a moment he composed him self. "Jansen are you ok? What happened?" Travis said looking into his scared eyes Jansen was still trying to clear his head. It was as if someone had put a big bubble over his head and was slowly creating a vacuum in there. he just couldn't get focused. Finally Keswicks words got through to him. "I... I don't know," Jansen said, "I was playing that game, and winning. And then the natives got restless. They didn't like that I was winning. Then something happened. I couldn't think. And the voices, in my head, all those voices." He put his hands to his head as if the pressure on the outside would help the pressure on the inside. "Relax," Keswick said, "I understand you're scared but we will get through this together, ok? I will not let anything happen to you. Do you understand"? Jansen nodded and looked up at the ASC. He appreciated his words of encouragement. The man was several years older than Jansen, and certainly more mature. His maturity lent him some inner strength. He sat up a little straighter. "Thanks Ensign." He gave Keswick a weak smile. After Jansen seemed to calm down Travis continued. "Dr Mias reported and Miss Alesia are no where to be seen." "Do you think something's happened to them?" Jansen began to panic again. We should probably check in with the ship, it's been a while and it's getting dark." "Jansen," Travis started to say as he put his hands on Jansen's shoulders, I need to stay focused now close your eyes and take some deep breaths and just block out everything else out and concentrate on the sound of my voice just keep taking deep breaths while I check in with the ship. Ok? Nothing is going to happen to us. The others will be fine too." Travis then stepped back and it seemed that Jansen had settled down. =^= Ensign Keswick to the Mystique please respond =^= (Reply Captain) =^= I'm here with Mr. Jansen. Dr Mias or Miss Alesia are missing. What should we do =^= (Reply Captain, Any) (Posted By Travis Keswick and Al Muir) (USS Mystique, CO, CO Captain Vanyssa Winters, 1633) When the message came from Tourana that there was a monster on board, one that phase shifted, and it was injuring crew members, Vanyssa had enough. "Ensign, get them out of there, now." She ordered. Predictably enough, though, the transporters chose that moment to no longer function. Time for track 2. "Captain Winters to the colony away team, retreat." She ordered, her voice hard as steel. "That is an order." Vanyssa prayed that someone would answer her, and that they weren't all dead (reply those on the colony ship) (posted by melinda :-) (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais, Raellean dwelling - MO Alesia Trenor & Dr. Riven Mias- 1635) Alesia woke up, her head on Riven's knee. She looked up at him and smiled. ::Hi.:: She sent. ::My head feels strange.:: She said, getting up, to find Riven's hand restraining her. She looked up into his dark eyes and blushed. ::You don't mind that I'm part human?:: She asked, wondering. Riven smiled down at her as he kept his hand firmly on her shoulder. ::Lie still for a bit little one you had somewhat of a nasty shock and no I am not prejudiced against humans or those of a mixed race with them.:: He felt the warm feelings flowing from her and knew she could feel his in return. ::I believe we have some things we need to talk about when the opportunity presents itself Alesia.:: Riven looked up at the Raellean again and thought directly to her alone. ::It appears she will be all right now Ancient One, I thank you again for your help.:: The Ancient One nodded and Alesia looked up at Riven. ::I like little one.:: She said giggling as her eyes unfocused for a second. ::Peters is worried about me.:: She laughed, still quite giddy and feeling very childish, very unlike her marine self. ::My boss would hurt me if he knew I wasn't guarding you....:: She murmured as she snuggled against him. Riven liked the feeling of her snuggling against him very much. ::That is not true Alesia, you attacked the Prince to keep him from overcoming me and was beating him rather thoroughly before you were interrupted. Don't worry about the details I know the whole story. If he asks I will tell him you have done an exemplary job which is the truth, the circumstances were just against you.:: Riven couldn't help but consider how her lips would feel against his at the moment then shook himself free of the thought wondering how much of it was his own and how much was influenced by that mental and emotional "Booster" that seemed to have the goal of heightening sexual interest. This close to the source its effects seemed very strong. Riven looked up from her eyes and gazed about the dome and attuned his mind to finding the source, his eyes and senses then being drawn once more to the small grove of trees bordered by shrines. Alesia looked up at Riven. ::I like it here.:: She said, sounding nothing like herself. ::She is tired, and the air here...promotes sensuality, allowing us to procreate easier.:: The Ancient One replied. Suddenly the Ancient One turned, and frowned. ::I had given orders that your friends be brought here, but it seems that they can not be found. Did they return to the hands that carry you across the stars?:: Riven realized he had not heard a reply to his earlier call and spoke again. "Enigns Jansen and Keswick this is Dr. Riven Mias, please report in." After finishing he waited somewhat worriedly for their reply. When there had been no answer for several minutes he looked at the Raellean. ::We seem to have a problem, my people are not reporting in.:: ::Yes, I know, and we can not sense them.:: The Ancient One said a bit sadly =^= Captain Winters to Dr. Mias... we can not trace Mr. Keswick or Mr. Jansen. =^= Vanyssa said. Alesia looked at Riven sadly, trying again to get up off his lap. Her clothing and hair were a mess. Riven allowed her up this time but grudgingly and rose himself. "Captain as you know we were separated earlier and I have tried to contact them twice with no result. The Ancient One says they can not sense them which I assume means they are unconscious. I am certain there has not been time for anyone to take them off planet so I will go look for them. Have you any further orders before I do so?" As he waited for her reply Riven thought to the Raellean. :: Do you know of any faction that might have done such a thing? I must find my people quickly.:: =^= Be careful. Keep in contact. =^= Captain Winters replied. =^= Contact Mr Belinia's team and have them help you. =^= ::There are...bad ones.:: The Ancient One replied. ::Those who seek to destroy the Raellean race in favor of those who came from the stars. The ... Prince that Lilia dealt with is one of them.:: :: Not good. :: Riven thought. ::I will need you to show us where to look for them then if you will. I have to get my people back.:; "Acknowledged Captain." Riven said then. "Commander Belinia this is Riven Mias, two of my party are missing Ensigns Keswick and Jansen. There is concern that a local group hostile to the original inhabitants is involved in their disappearance. Captain Winters wants us to pool our resources to find them" (Reply: Commander Belinia) While waiting for the Commander to answer Riven turned to the Ancient One. ::Do you have anything to add to what you have already told me?:: The Ancient One nodded. ::Ellyssa here knows where they have taken your team members. She will be your guide.:: the little girl was the most human that any of them had seen so far. ::She is a member of their group, but a daughter of my daughter's daughter.:: The Ancient One said fondly. "I know where they are. I can't talk like the Revered Mother can, but you talk like me so it doesn't matter." Ellyssa said, grinning. "Your Courtesan will be a nice bargaining chip...most men don't get a chance at one as pretty as she is.... that will get you into the group." Riven smiled at Elyssa then at Alesia. ::Yes that is true, even among my own kind, and thank you for your help.:: He knew Alesia was up to the task at hand, she was a marine after all and ready for infiltration and combat and using his mental powers he knew he could play his role. To her he then said. ::Very well Little One, after Commander Belinia gets on board with this we will begin.:: Alesia shivered with the way Riven's thoughts felt to her. She felt his arms hug her from behind, and she relaxed into them, still not feeling quite like herself. When he released her, Alesia knelt down next to the little girl. "Our names are similar." She said out loud. "Yours is Ah-li-sa and mine is Ah-lee-za." She sounded them out. "I am very happy to be working with you." She said, smiling. The little girl looked up at Alesia. "No Courtesan would go out looking like that." The Revered Mother nodded. "That is quite true." And Alesia found herself cleaned, with her hair redone in an even more elaborate style, as well as jewelled bracelets adorning her wrists. She looked down at them and saw little hooks on them, designed so that they could be latched together. "They were my mothers." Elyssa said. "She was a courtesan, like you." Elyssa offered the leash that would attach to Alesia's collar as well as the chain that was supposed to connect the bracelets to Riven. Her gown was brushed off, the stains somehow faded when another woman placed a hand on them, and within a few minutes Alesia found herself in front of a mirror looking at a reflection that was nothing like her own. She turned back to Riven suddenly shy. ::How do I look?:: She asked, glancing down in submission. The Revered Mother had put quite a bit of knowledge into both of their heads about how a Courtesan and her Master were SUPPOSED to act. Riven's eyes sparkled as he looked at this shy young woman whom he knew to be a battle hardened warrior then he said, "Allow me to answer that with an action." He reached forward and cupped her chin in the palm of his right hand as he drew her face up and forward and he stepped toward her. His lips met hers in a light kiss that he held for just an instant but as he felt from her mind she was enjoying it the light kiss became a passionate one. After a long and heated moment he remembered where they were and who they were in the presence of and he grudgingly broke the kiss and backed away. He smiled and thought directly and only to her. ::We really have some things to discuss Alesia. I am anticipating when we can be alone to do so.:: Then he sighed as another call came in from Commander Belinia. (Reply: Commander Belinia) Alesia looked up at him with bright eyes, discovering a part of herself when with him that was utterly different than her marine self. ::You're the Counselor:: She began. ::You would know best:: She listened to the news from Belinia's team. He had left Peters, the medical officer and the young new Counselor alone while he and Ketal went back to the ship with the books and documents they had acquired. ::We should find a place to all meet up...:: Alesia began as she held her head in distress. ::PETERS!!!!:: She shouted, focusing all her thoughts on him. ::He's under attack!:: She fair shouted, hoping that she could do something to help him. ::NO!!!!:: She shouted again, feeling him pass out. She knew Riven was there, he was holding her hand. ::We have to get to him!!:: Riven almost shouted to the Commander. "Commander beam us back to the shuttle please, the remainder of your group are being attacked, we need to pool our forces now!" (Reply: Commander Belinia, any)(Posted by Melinda and Charles) (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais, plaza - Ensign Travis Keswick -1642) "Dr. Mias and Miss Trenor are with Commander Belinia. He ordered all of you to report in about 15 minutes ago. Several of his team members were kidnapped. Can you contact him, Ensign ?" Travis realizing his mistake He replied "Yes captain I will do that right a way." "Can you contact the shuttle?" the Captain added "I will try captain" Vanyssa sighed. "We have your coordinates, Ensign, I would suggest staying there, I will have Commander Belinia rendezvous with you as soon as possible " Mystique out." (Reply Jansen iyw.) (posted by Travis) (USS Mystique -Bridge, CO - Captain Vanyssa Winters - 1640) =^= Ensign Keswick to the Mystique please respond =^= Vanyssa, pacing her bridge again, was vaguely angry at Keswick. "Mystique here, Ensign. Report." =^= I'm here with Mr. Jansen. Dr Mias or Miss Alesia are missing. What should we do =^= She tried very hard not to be a smart ass as she replied, "Dr. Mias and Miss Trenor are with Commander Belinia. He ordered all of you to report in about 15 minutes ago. Several of his team members were kidnapped. Can you contact him, Ensign ?" (reply Keswick) "Can you contact the shuttle?" (reply Keswick) Vanyssa sighed. "We have your coordinates, Ensign, I would suggest staying there, I will have Commander Belinia rendezvous with you as soon as possible " Mystique out." She looked over at Herk. "Any word on the Colony ship?" She asked, somewhat hopefully. (reply Herk, Keswick, any) (posted by Melinda :-) (Planet: Raelleus VI - City of Falais, plaza - Ensign Travis Keswick -1645) Travis turned to Ensign Jansen "How are you holding up over there. He said to the young and vary scared ensign. (Reply Jansen) "Good just keep breathing and remember I'm right here." 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