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(USS Hades - Deck 10, Ten Forward - Uhlan S'Tarleya - 1144) 
(USS Hades - Deck 10, Ten Forward - Norman Harper - 1145)
(USS Hades - Deck 10, Ten Forward - Uhlan S'Tarleya - 1146)
(USS Hades - Deck 10, Sickbay - CMO Angeni O. Windsong-Trommashere - 1205)
(USS Hades – Holodeck 1 – Security Officer T'Sol– 1218)
(USS Hades - Holodeck 1 - Centurion Mavus - 1219)
(USS Hades – Holodeck 1 – Security Officer T'Sol– 1220)
(USS Hades - Holodeck 2 - CEO - Norman Harper- 1304)
(USS Hades - Astrometrics Lab– Science Officer- Ensign Harry Doorman- 1418)
(USS Hades - Astrometrics Lab - ACSO Ensign Shayhiloosh - 1419)
(USS Hades - Deck 5, Corridor - Centurion Mavus - 1423)
(USS Hades - Transporter Room 1 - Centurion Mavus - 1427)
(USS Hades –Transporter Room 1 – FO Commander Jonas Lemar – 1428)
(USS Hades – Deck 5, Corridor – FO Commander Jonas Lemar – 1436)
(USS Hades - Deck 5, Corridor - Security Officer Ensign T'Sol - 1438)
(USS Hades - Main Engineering - CEO Norman Harper- 1439)
(USS Hades – Deck 10, Corridor – SO Lieutenant Tarus Daban – 1450)
(USS Hades – Sick Bay – Engineers Nerrah Kusto and Henri Croix- 1544)
(Romulus - Senate Waiting Area - A/COPS - Lt. Tom Jackson - 1841)
(USS HADES - Corridors - A/COPS - Lt. Thomas Jackson - 1843)
(USS Hades – Transporter room 1 – TC Shurik Rosanov- 1844)
(USS Hades -  Transporter room 1- CSEC- Lt. Baylon Trinin - 1845)
(USS Hade C Deck 1, Bridge - COPS Lt. Maraht - 1846)
(USS Hades -  Transporter room 1- TC Shurik Rosanov- 1846)
(USS Hade Transporter Room 1, Corridor CCOUNS Ensign Jon Nayati - 1849)
(USS HADES - Corridors - A/COPS - Lt. Thomas Jackson - 1850) 
(USS Hades – Deck 5, Transporter Room 1 – Ambassador Brianna Frazier – 1850)
(USS Hades – Deck 2, FO’s Office – FO Commander Lemar & Yeoman Miller –
1851)
(USS HADES Deck 5 Near Transporter Room 1 - A/COPS -Lt Tom Jackson - 1853)
(USS Hades – CCOUNS office – CCOUNS Ensign Jon Nayati – 1855)
(USS HADES Deck 2 Personal Quarters - A/COPS -Lt Tom Jackson - 1857)
(USS Hades - Security Offices - CSEC - Lt. Baylon Trinin- 1859)
(USS Hades – Deck 10, Temporary CSEC’s Office – FO Commander Jonas Lemar –
1902)
(USS Hades - Security Offices - CSEC - Lt. Baylon Trinin- 1904) 
(USS Hades – Deck 1, Ready Room – Commander Lemar & Ambassador Frazier –
2037)
(USS Hades – Deck 1, Ready Room – FO Commander Jonas Lemar – 2109)

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Stardate: 2408.01.06

(USS Hades - Deck 10, Ten Forward - Uhlan S'Tarleya - 1144) 

"Well, I'm glad I could keep your attention. We'll have to do this again
sometime when we have more time, but it looks like Jonas is going to sweep
you away before we have a chance to really get goin'."

S'Tarleya looked up at the human engineer and found herself smiling. "I
would very much enjoy that Lieutenant Harper." she replied.

"I say we should have a recipe swap sometime, no? Ten forward is always
open." he replied. 

S'Tarleya's smile broadened. "I do not see why that would not be
permissible. Although I would require permission for such a correspondence
before it could be undertaken." She replied, her smile turning into a
neutral expression when she realized the futility of even making such a
request.

With that dour thought in her head, she rose to her feet a little abruptly.
"Lieutenant Harper thank you for being so accommodating. Perhaps we will be
able to speak again some day soon."

(reply Norm iyw) 
(posted by Daniel Greene)

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(USS Hades - Deck 10, Ten Forward - Norman Harper - 1145) 
 
"Lieutenant Harper thank you for being so accommodating. Perhaps we will be
able to speak again some day soon." S'Tarleya said, taking her feet.
 
"I hope so," Norm replied, pushing his seat backward with his calves as he
rose to offer her his hand in one final attempt for a handshake. If she
didn't take it this time, he would know not to make the gesture again.
 
(reply S'Tarleya iyw)
(posted by Justine)

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(USS Hades - Deck 10, Ten Forward - Uhlan S'Tarleya - 1146) 

"I hope so," Norm replied, pushing his seat backward with his calves as he
rose to offer her his hand. There was a moment of awkwardness, because
S'Tarleya had no idea what she should do.

Normally Romulans did not touch each other in personal greetings or
departures. It just simply wasn't done. Yet, here was a human man, whom had
been very accommodating. The problem was she just simply had no idea what
she should do.

She realized that he was offering out his right hand and so, with a little
trepidation, positioned her own right hand into the same shape, fingers
together and thumb extended and stuck out her hand. As she had hoped, Harper
completed the gesture with a firm grip and an up and down pumping motion
which wasn't entirely unpleasant. 

She felt that she learned a little something about the man standing before
her from that brief physical contact. He was confident and strong and that
somehow soothed her feeling of trepidation and made her smile.

When he released her hand it was almost unpleasant. Simply because she had
come to realize that she had enjoyed the contact between them. It was a
guilty little indulgence but she somehow felt that she would always remember
the day that she shook hands with a human.

The commander cleared his throat and S'Tarleya  immediately turned away from
the Lieutenant and joined the rest of her compatriots for the tour.

(reply none needed) 
(posted by Daniel Greene) 

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(USS Hades - Deck 10, Sickbay - CMO Angeni O. Windsong-Trommashere - 1205)

"Well, you are very kind to say so Doctor, but I feel it is you
that has the greater task.  The Captain's health is quite a responsibility
to have on your shoulders."
 
Angeni's face turned a very bright shade of red, and she looked more like a
bashful child than a senior physician.  
 
"Frankly, I'm treating him as I would any other patient.  I like to make as
little fuss over rank in here as possible.  I don't feel that someones' rank
determines treatment protocols.  I want everyone to feel like they are going
to get the same care, treatment, and attention as an Admiral would...save
security protocols.  I just hope I'm doing everything possible to help
him..."
 
"I'm sure his condition will improve soon enough.  Perhaps you and the
Counsellor can look into some other ways to revive him that might not be
such a risk to his physical condition. It would be a great
boost to morale if he were awake."
 
Angeni winced a bit.  She rubbed her hands together, her voice a slight
higher in octave.
 
"I am trying my best. I've done every little thing I can possibly do.  It's
up to him now..."
 
She looked at Jonas, feeling like she had just failed some random quiz she
didn't know was coming.  In her mind, she started ticking off every little
thing that she could possibly do when she heard him speaking again.
 
"Well, I'll let you get back to work Doctor."  With a quick turn on his heel
he added, "Oh, and if
you see Wendy, tell her I said Hi"  He smiled cheekily before heading into
the corridor.
 
"I will."  She smiled at him, but her normal luster wasn't behind it.  As
the doors slid shut, she flopped down into the chair next to the biobed and
put her head in her hands.  If there was ever a day she felt like she wasn't
cut out for this job, today was the day.  Every neuron in her head hurt all
at the same time, and she receded to her office to find the 21st Century
Excedrine.
 
~Many things may have been replaced medically since then, but this is the
one thing that I'm more than happy to keep around."
 
(Reply any, none)
(Posted by Kari)

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(USS Hades – Holodeck 1 – Security Officer T'Sol– 1218) 

"I would have you tell us why you feel so impassioned about hoping that the
Rihannsu are full of power, strength, peace and serenity. The recorded
experiences between our empires have not been friendly, often with poor
outcomes for any of the attributes you long for so ardently. Is your wishful
thinking so logical? You do not seem at all complacent when you speak of
this. Your words belie your appearance, Ensign T'Sol. They sound very
emotional."
Centurion Mavus chimed in, clearly in an attempt to disprove T'Sol's words.

The Vulcan officer turned towards the Romulan Centurion. "I do not believe
that I said anything about my WISHES Centurion. I believe I was quite clear
that this location represented certain emotional characteristics that I
associate with the Rihannsu people. Additionally I would point out that I am
speaking with an emotional people, who have not chosen to embrace the
repression of their emotions as Vulcans have. I therefore thought it prudent
to use emotional descriptors in my language to better convey my concepts to
you and your companions."

"I am well aware that Vulcan stoicism is known to cause discomfort among
many species including the Rihannsu. It is merely my attempt to make you
FEEL more at ease in the hopes that this interaction will assist in building
a solid interactive relationship where both our species may benefit."

"Also, I have often found myself fascinated by the Rihannsu culture and have
often wondered what I might have been like, had my ancestors chosen to leave
Vulcan rather than embrace the teachings of Sarek. I believe that the
Vulcans and the Rihannsu are not so different as we believe ourselves to be.
We are merely on different paths, not of our own choosing. The choice of my
Vulcan heritage was made for me by my ancestors, just as yours was made by
yours. There is no logic to denying those facts, especially if it results in
the establishment of better relations between our people, And if a
relaxation of my normal emotional discipline eases such an interaction
between Vulcans and Rihannsu then it is most assuredly not illogical to do
so." She replied.

(Reply Mavus, Any) 

(USS Hades – Deck 5, Corridor – Security Officer T'Sol– 1422) 

When The Commander Lemar had accepted the invitation, T'Sol felt as if she
had achieved a great deal. It was apparent that she had made some sort of
favorable impression upon Rhian, otherwise logic dictated that he would not
have extended a counter invitation to the crew of the Hades so readily.

There was a little more discussion and them Lemar led the way towards the
Transporter room. T'Sol decided to give a gesture of good faith and
dismissed the security detail. She had no logical reason to suspect that
these individuals would cause them any security troubles.

(USS Hades – Transporter Room 1– Security Officer T'Sol– 1426)
 
The team arrived in the transporter room and T'Sol took the opportunity to
say goodbye to the Romulans in the traditional Vulcan method.

Once they were on the transporter pad, she raised her right hand in the
Vulcan salute. 

"Prosperity and Long Life to you all." she intoned then added, "And glory
and honor as well." 

(reply Romulans, Lemar, Any) 
(posted by Daniel Greene)

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(USS Hades - Holodeck 1 - Centurion Mavus - 1219) 
 
"And if a relaxation of my normal emotional discipline eases such an
interaction between Vulcans and Rihannsu then it is most assuredly not
illogical to do so," replied the Vulcan security officer.
 
"But do not Vulcans wish to set an example of controlling their emotions so
that poorer decisions are not carried out due to their being based on
changeable emotionality?" questioned Mavus. "I was given to understand that
this was an underlying principle of Vulcan philosophy. Is this true or have
I been given faulty information?" 
 
(Reply T'Sol IYW, Any)
 
"Couldn't these goals of which you speak, if founded on such emotionality,
be erroneous due to their basic foundation?" asked Mavus.  "I had thought
that such passion was as quicksand to Vulcans, plunging sentient beings into
unthinking and careless existence; hence the discipline of control and the
suppression of emotion to guide the Vulcan culture. But, to use a phrase of
the Terrans, did the adoption of this type of philosophy throw out the good
with the bad?"
 
(Reply T'Sol IYW, Any)
(Posted by Sheila Mayer)

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(USS Hades – Holodeck 1 – Security Officer T'Sol– 1220) 

"But do not Vulcans wish to set an example of controlling their emotions so
that poorer decisions are not carried out due to their being based on
changeable emotionality?" questioned Mavus. "I was given to understand that
this was an underlying principle of Vulcan philosophy. Is this true or have
I been given faulty information?" 

"No Centurion your assessment is quite correct, however certainly you are
aware that not all Vulcan embrace the Kholinar? The Kholinar is only one
method and to be certain the most readily accepted method of achieving
logical means to self discovery as well as the discovery of those others in
the quadrant. If a Vulcan people are to understand their neighbors, then
logically they must understand the emotions that their neighbors possess. It
is Infinite Diversity in Infinite Combination. The goal of Vulcan is to
guide those around them to greater understanding of themselves and each
other through the application of logic."

"Couldn't these goals of which you speak, if founded on such emotionality,
be erroneous due to their basic foundation?" asked Mavus.  "I had thought
that such passion was as quicksand to Vulcans, plunging sentient beings into
unthinking and careless existence; hence the discipline of control and the
suppression of emotion to guide the Vulcan culture. But, to use a phrase of
the Terrans, did the adoption of this type of philosophy throw out the good
with the bad?"

"I could just as easily ask you if you believed that an emotional culture
could be at fault in the assessment of logic, personal and scientific
discovery, then perhaps you could apply those same paradigms upon the
Rihannsu culture as well. Logic alone is not flawless, just as emotions
alone can not govern every action that we undertake. It is my belief that
these two must achieve a balance."

"I have often thought that the suppression of all emotions was an extreme
reaction to a bad situation. I do adhere to the strictures of the Kholinar
for the most part, but occasionally, I have overall  found it easier to
maintain emotional discipline when I actually allow that discipline to slip
occasionally. I only allow this in situations where it is beneficial, such
as now, where it is a measured attempt to make you more comfortable in my
presence and to stimulate philosophical and cultural discussions, such as we
are having here. There can be no peace between the Federation and the
Romulan Star Empire if we never get to know one another, until that happens
there can be no friendship, only tolerance. And it is my experience that for
peace to succeed, friendship is required."

(reply Mavus) 

(USS Hades – Transporter room 1 – Security Officer T'Sol– 1435) 

As soon as the Romulans had transported off the ship, T'Sol had immediately
replaced her slightly emotional continence with that of her usual dour self,
re-establishing her emotional discipline with an iron fist.

She turned to Commander Lemar to determine if he had any further orders for
her this afternoon. 

“Well done Ensign.  You’ve done us all a great deed.” 

With her usual demeanor T'Sol replied in typical Vulcan fashion, "I have
done nothing more than my duty required Commander. For you to praise me for
doing so is illogical."

“Well, it can’t have been easy, and I am very grateful.”  Jonas headed out
into the corridor with T’Sol at his side, “I’m looking forward to our tour
tomorrow.  Would you like to attend?” 

"I would admit to a certain degree of academic curiosity, Commander. I am
certain that I can glean personal experience that will be of use to me in
the future if I were permitted to attend. 

"Would you like me to plan a security detail for the visit?" she then asked.


(reply Lemar) 
(posted by Daniel Greene) 

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Mission: Tribuo Senatus 
Day 8 
Stardate: 2408.01.06 
  
(USS Hades - Holodeck 2 - CEO - Norman Harper- 1304)
 
The sky hung heavily with coastal overcast as Norm coasted over the crests
over several small breaking waves. His blue ocean kayak flowed fluidly with
the pull of the open water. 
 
The original intent had been to go coasting along the canals, but his
too-long underused muscles had convinced him that he would head away from
the confines of the docks, and would turn around to face the open sea.
 
With no particular destination in mind, Norm had begun North, but allowed
himself to be turned by the current. Had he not been within the safety of
the Hades' holodeck, he never would have been so relaxed about his rowing,
but at this point, it didn't make much different. 
 
As he pused his paddle up the bow of the kayak, the plastic scaffolding made
a terrible groaning sound. But, with his thighs and forearms burning, he
figured it was almost time to give up. He sighed and carefully stood in the
unsteady boat. It was a move he had made thousands of time before, but,
nonetheless, it was still a shaky experience. 
 
He let out a deep sigh and dived over the side into the calm waves of the
Pacific. Cold water surrounded his body and he let out a small yelp of
shock. 
 
"Computer, end program," he said around shivers.
 
As the holodeck gave way to the yellow and black grid, Norm felt suddenly
hot. He got to his feet and walked toward his shirt.
 
Clad in a pair of board shorts and a simple tee-shirt, Norm exited the
holodeck and began down the hall.
 
(reply any, all, whoever)
(posed by Justine)

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(USS Hades - Astrometrics Lab– Science Officer- Ensign Harry Doorman- 1418) 

"After meeting and speaking with the Romulan known as Uhlan S'Tarleya, I am
certain that asking for the algorithms would be a wasted effort," said
Shayhiloosh, hir branches drooping sadly. "The Romulans are too protectively
paranoid and reflexively xenophobic for us to hope for a positive outcome.
Our results would be the same if we politely asked the wind to not blow on
Earth." Straightening up hir branches in a more optimistic way Shayhiloosh
said, "We must find another way."

"We could try to work out the pattern for ourselves, but it would take a
while and there's nothing that says the pattern is uniform and that the
algorithms aren't being changed as well," the Science officer pointed out.
  
"How can we filter out the distortion?" asked Shayhiloosh, mulling over the
problem. "I am not an engineer; my specialty areas center more heavily
toward the biological sciences, but suppose we could we run the signals
through some sort of multiphase flux equalizer that would pull out the
distortion? Though it might leave the readings less accurate, surely the
process would neutralize the distortion."

Harry cocked his head to the right for a second as he did some calculations
in his head. "Maybe…." he responded slowly as he completed the calculations.

"Maybe it might work for the implant telemetry, since they are low order
fields." he continued, "and with some additional signal scrubbing we might
be able to get the commbadges to work as well. But I wouldn't risk the
transporters."

He shook his head. "No way at all. The modulation varies enough that if it
were to change during a transport, which is likely judging from these
readings, the transportee would either be lost completely, or rematerialize
with inside out or some such horror."

(reply Shayhiloosh) 

"Well we can start the calibrations from here, at least for the flux
equalizer. I'll have to work out some of the math to identify the modulation
frequencies so that the computer can compensate for the implants, then I'll
have to work out the field variance for the commbadges to make sure we can
data scrub them and get them working. That should take about six to eight
hours. Once we got started." he finished.

"What do you think?" 

(reply Shayhiloosh, Any) 
(posted by Daniel Greene) 

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(USS Hades - Astrometrics Lab C ACSO Ensign Shayhiloosh - 1419)
 
"Maybe it might work for the implant telemetry, since they are low order
fields," said Ensign Doorman.  "And with some additional signal scrubbing we
might be able to get the commbadges to work as well. But I wouldn't risk the
transporters." 
 
"I agree. However I was only seeking to clear up the distortion from the bio
readings sent by the implants," said Shayhiloosh. "But I suppose it is
logical to carry the technique out as far it could be applied. Commander
Lemar would undoubtedly ask if the principles could be applied to the
transporters to effect an emergency beam out."
 
Ensign Doorman shook his head. "No way at all. The modulation varies enough
that if it were to change during a transport, which is likely judging from
these readings, the transportee would either be lost completely, or
rematerialize inside out or some such horror."
 
"Let us work to avoid such an outcome by recommending this to Commander
Lemar," said Shayhiloosh, shuddering at such a possibility. "Our technology
must be applied with responsibility and care."
 
"Well we can start the calibrations from here, at least for the flux
equalizer. I'll have to work out some of the math to identify the modulation
frequencies so that the computer can compensate for the implants, then I'll
have to work out the field variance for the commbadges to make sure we can
data scrub them and get them working. That should take about six to eight
hours, once we got started," said Ensign Doorman. "What do you think?" asked
the Science officer.
 
"I think we better get started," answered Shayhiloosh. 
 
(Reply Harry Doorman IYW, Any)
(Posted by Sheila Mayer) 

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(USS Hades - Deck 5, Corridor - Centurion Mavus - 1423) 
 
Mavus stood watching Commander Rhian in silence as he requested the scanning
unit and ran a scan. Mavus thought she knew what he might have found, but
kept her thoughts to herself. She decided to see if Commander Rhian would
discuss it with her later once they had left the Hades. 
 
She was surprised when Cmdr Rhian proposed that some of the crew of the
Federation ship visit the Donatra. She knew that Lhaes and S'Tarleya might
not be pleased to have such guests on board, much as some of the Federation
crew had reacted to their presence on the Hades. Wonder of wonders, the
Hades Commander agreed to allow his officers to be exposed to the often
suspicious Romulan crew. She kept a pleased expression on her face, not
allowing her surprise or wariness to show.
 
Could this be a chance for the Hades crew to gather intelligence and try to
sabotage the Donatra? Would they act honorably or attempt subterfuge?
 
(Reply none)
(Posted by Sheila Mayer)

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(USS Hades - Transporter Room 1 - Centurion Mavus - 1427) 
 
The Vulcan security officer escorted the Donatra contingent to the
transporter Roomon the hades without the Security escort. Had they somehow
garnered the Vulcan's trust? ~Perhaps that could be useful if it became
necessary.~ She made a mental note to call it to Commander Rhian's attention
when and if the opportunity arose. 
 
When they arrived in the Transporter Room, Jonas stood beside the
transporter controls with Ensign T'Sol and allowed the delegation to file
through to the transporter pads.  Mavus's heart stuttered in a small amount
of trepidation, but she quelled it in an effort to show no weakness.
 
Once they were in position on the raised dais, Cmdr Lemar said a final
comment of farewell. "Until tomorrow then."  He smiled and bowed his head
somewhat, Mavus guessed, as a gesture of either respect or humility. 
 
(Reply Rhian)
 
Cmdr Lemar cocked his head toward the transpoerter operator, who had been
working with the controls.  Then Ensign T'Sol had stepped forward. She
raised her hand in an odd salute. "Prosperity and Long Life to you all, and
glory and honor as well."
 
(Reply Rhian, T'Sol, Jonas Lemar, Any)
 
Mavus had heard of this type of Vulcan salutation, but it had never been
conferred upon her personally before. The order was given to the technician
and the group of Rihannsu witnessed the transporter room of the Hades
dissolve accompanied by an unfamiliar whining noise. The Donatra reappeared
around them, much to Mavus's great relief.
 
(Reply Rhian, Lhaes, S'Tarleya, T'Sol, Jonas Lemar, Shurik Rosanov, Any)
(Posted by Sheila Mayer)


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(USS Hades – Transporter Room 1 – FO Commander Jonas Lemar – 1428)

Lemar, T’sol, and the small group of Romulans made their way to the
transporter room without further incident.  Jonas had made a few comments
toward Commander Rhian, about how he was looking forward to some aspects of
the visit tomorrow.  Rhian had reciprocated with some small-talk on his
behalf, but other than that, nothing else of value was said.

When they arrived, Jonas stood beside the transporter controls with T’Sol
and allowed the delegation to file through to the transporter pads.  When
they were in position Jonas gave a final comment of farewell, “Until
tomorrow then.”  He smiled and bowed his head softly as a sign of respect
for these comrades.

(reply: Rhian)

Jonas cocked his head toward Shurikov, who had already brought his controls
online.  Giving a short nod to indicate his readiness, Jonas looked back to
see that T’Sol had stepped forward.  “Prosperity and Long Life to you all,”
she intoned then added, “And glory and honour as well.”

(reply: Rhian IYW, any)

As the familiar whining crept in, the Romulans disappeared in the blue and
white sparkles of light that were common to all federation transporters.
Once they were gone, Jonas watched T’Sol turn toward him.  “Well done
Ensign.  You’ve done us all a great deed.”

(reply: T’Sol)

“Well, it can’t have been easy, and I am very grateful.”  Jonas headed out
into the corridor with T’Sol at his side, “I’m looking forward to our tour
tomorrow.  Would you like to attend?”  Jonas asked, feeling that giving the
Vulcan the option was the fairest thing to do.  She had been stuck with the
Romulans for hours and deserved some kind of reward.  Saying that, was being
stuck with a larger group of Romulans for potentially longer, any kind of
reward?

(reply: T’Sol, any)
(posted by Dave)


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(USS Hades – Deck 5, Corridor – FO Commander Jonas Lemar – 1436)

As Jonas made his offer to T’Sol, to accompany him to the Donatra tomorrow,
she seemed to be pleased to accept ... or rather she appeared to find the
idea agreeable.  “I would admit to a certain degree of academic curiosity,
Commander. I am certain that I can glean personal experience that will be of
use to me in the future if I were permitted to attend.”

Jonas laughed at the typical Vulcan way of tip-toeing around the use of
emotional words that to him and most others were just normal, and part of
day to day life.  “Well, in that case I would be happy to have you.”  As
they walked a few more steps Jonas added, “Although I don’t intend for this
to be any sort of espionage mission, I am not above taking advantage of our
situation.”

He was sure that T’Sol of all people would know what he meant, and that he
was suggesting subtlety. That said, he was surprised when T’Sol responded
with, “Would you like me to plan a security detail for the visit?”

Jonas frowned, still walking down the corridor.  “No I don’t think that
would be necessary Ensign.  After all, they came here in good faith, without
security escorts.  I’m sure we can grant them the same benefit of the
doubt.”

(reply: T’Sol IYW)

As they finally reached the turbolift, Jonas called for the cab and the
doors opened.  “Right, well I have much to be getting on with.  I’ll no
doubt speak with you soon T’Sol.”  He then stepped inside the turbolift cab
and said, “Bridge.”  The doors closed and Jonas was gone.

(reply: T’Sol IYW, any)
(posted by Dave)

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(USS Hades - Deck 5, Corridor - Security Officer Ensign T'Sol - 1438)


Jonas frowned, still walking down the corridor.  "No I don't think that
would be necessary Ensign.  After all, they came here in good faith, without
security escorts.  I'm sure we can grant them the same benefit of the
doubt."

I thought you may say as much, Commander, but I did not wish to presume to
know your mind." T'Sol replied.

As they finally reached the turbolift, Jonas called for the cab and the
doors opened.  "Right, well I have much to be getting on with.  I'll no
doubt speak with you soon T'Sol."  He then stepped inside the turbolift cab
and said, "Bridge."  The doors closed and Jonas was gone.

T'Sol waited until the doors to the turbolift doors closed then turned away
from the lift to head down the corridor.

She tapped her commbadge.

"T'Sol to Lieutenant Tarus."

(reply Tarus)

"You can have your people stand down from alert where the Romulan officers
are concerned, Lieutenant. They have returned to the Donatra. It appears
that we will be visiting their vessel tomorrow. So there will only be the
negotiations for you to attend to at that time."

(reply Tarus)

"Has there been any change on the away team's status?"

(reply Tarus)

"Understood, please let me know of any significant chages at once."

(reply Tarus)

"T'Sol out"

She headed towards her quarters then, to do some research on subtle covert
intelligence gathering.

(reply Tarus, Any)
(posted by Daniel Greene)

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(USS Hades - Main Engineering - CEO Norman Harper- 1439)
 
Norm sat cross-legged in front of a console and drummed the fingers of one
hand along its ridge. As he fiddled with the configuration matix, he
whistled tunlessly to himself and nearly lost himself in his thoughts. He
was still thinking about the conversation he had had earlier with S'Tarleya,
and the life he might have had, had he left the military out of the mix. He
had been training as a mechanic. He was going to open his own garage because
it was his personal opinion that the universe had a significant lack of
honest mechanics.
 
He shut down the matrix and collected himself. He had put in enough
over-time already and figured this would be a good time to hit the holodeck
and get in some kayaking. His muscles could definately use the work, and he
was actually feeling good for the first time in weeks.
 
~Now,~ he thought as he dusted his hands off on his hips, ~who can I con
into going with me?~
 
(reply anybody who wants to go kayaking, or loafing, or sunbathing, or
whatnot on the holodeck with Norm)
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(USS Hades – Deck 10, Corridor – SO Lieutenant Tarus Daban – 1450)

Tarus had kept in close contact with his team during the stay of the Romulan
guests for the luncheon.  From the disguised bar-tender, to the technician
fixing the panels near to the doorway, they had managed to keep a close eye
on the Romulans at almost all times.  It was only while T’Sol had entered
the turbolift and headed to a different area of the ship that they had left
the sight of his team at all.

Tarus was pleased with his teams achievements, and he wasn’t at all
surprised when the comm. system sounded and T’Sol attempted to hail him.

“Go ahead Ensign.” He replied, approaching one of his team who had now
changed back into his security uniform.

=^= You can have your people stand down from alert where the Romulan
officers are concerned, Lieutenant. They have returned to the Donatra. It
appears that we will be visiting their vessel tomorrow. So there will only
be the negotiations for you to attend to at that time =^=

Tarus had already been informed that the Romulan’s had left.  He had a man
positioned in a jefferies tube near to the transporter room entrance who had
relayed the information as soon as they had entered.  But this news about a
visit to the Romulan’s ship was news to him.  He really wasn’t sure how he
really felt about that, but then, it wasn’t really his concern.

“Very well.  I’ll make sure I submit my recommendations to Lieutenant Trinin
upon his return.”  Tarus passed a hand phaser to the nearby security
officer, and in exchange he took a dataPADD from him and opened it up to
read it’s contents.

=^= Has there been any change on the away team's status? =^=

As Tarus read the information he had been given, which was simply the first
of many reports from his team on the operation they had just completed, he
listened to Tarus.  He really wasn’t certain on the progress down on the
surface.  He had assumed that someone else had been handling that, while he
had been busy covering the bases on the ship.  “To my knowledge, there has
been no change.”

=^= Understood, please let me know of any significant chages at once =^=

Tarus smiled, always finding the vulcan attitude quite amusing.  He would
have thought, spending so much time amongst humans, that she were more
accustomed to dealing with the better.  As it was, she often ordered him
about like a superior.  Tarus laughed and just shook his head.  “Of course
Ensign.  I’ll be sure to let you know.”

=^= T'Sol out =^=

With that, Tarus stopped and turned to the Ensign at his side.  “Have the
rest of the boys assemble in the mess at 1530 so we can go over these.”  He
indicated to the PADD in his hand, suggesting he wanted to go over everyones
reports.

“Yes sir,” was the simple reply from the security officer, and the two of
them stepped into the temporary security offices.

(reply: none, any)
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(USS Hades – Sick Bay – Engineers Nerrah Kusto and Henri Croix- 1544) 

Kusto's nose was still throbbing from the break this morning, and the nurse
had told him quite unmistakabley, that he was to stay put for a while. She
had said something about scar tissue in his nose ridges and difficulty
breathing through his nostrils. But, honestly, Kusto had no wish to breathe
through his nose at this point in time.
 
Henri sat in the chair next to his biobed, speaking rapidly in something he
called "Franglish." He tended to do so when he was thinking faster than he
could talk, and though Kusto had trouble understanding it, it made him
smile. It was nice just having a friend around. 
 
"Je l'ai dit, 'I hate les échecs. Je désiré a real game like football ou
tennis.' Les sports, oui?"
 
Kusto nodded, though he had no idea what "échecs" was. He wondered whether
he should ask for Ana, but didn't dare interrupt Henri as he picked up his
commentary once more.
 
He was really beginning to hate this biobed!
 
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(Romulus - Senate Waiting Area - A/COPS - Lt. Tom Jackson - 1841) 

Tom Jackson became aware of two things as he and the others entered the
Senate Waiting area - 1st Baylon Trinin was there and 2nd all participants
(Romulans
included) had decided a break was in order.

T.J. was glad to be out of the Conference Room and heading back home. He
knew he'd never want to be a diplomat but he was meant to be on a starhip.

Baylon alerted the the HADES and set up the transport back home.

Soon Tom felt the now familiar sensation of being transported. His vision
dissolved into pure energy and they almost as quickly, the HADES transport
room appeared.

(USS HADES - Transporter Room 1 - A/COPS - Lt. Thomas Jackson - 1842)

Jackson took a few moments to get his balance and bearing. Transporting
usually made him a bit dizzy.

Tom's attention focused on Baylon and Ambassador Frazier. Bree was beginning
to hand out instructions about when to assemble for the next session.

He made several mental notes. Once released, Tom headed doff to grab some
chow and contact Jonas Lemar in order to give him an update.

"Commander Lemar, Lt Jackson here - may I meet with you. I'd like to update
you on a few things" Jackson sent.

(reply: Jonas IYW)

Tom acknowledged the FO's response and headed off.

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(USS HADES - Corridors - A/COPS - Lt. Thomas Jackson - 1843)

Tom walked a bit slowly going over the mission as he headed towards the FO's
last location. His mind was a mix of emotions.

On one hand he still was not 100 percent sure of the Romulans motives.
After the marathon negotiating session, it seemed the Romulans were only
doing this because the Praetor wanted to. There had been times the 'united
front' of the Romulans had cracked a bit.

But the possibilities for the treaty were boggling.
New areas for Federation trade vessels and maybe technology exchanges. Tom
wondered if maybe they'd exchange military officers for limited tours of
duty. 

Jackson smiled as he passed several crew mates - they saw him smile -
something he did not do a lot of as a rule. 

He did admire the architecture on the Romulan world - he hoped they might be
allowed a tour of the capital city.

Yet, something was nagging at the back of Tom's mind.
It made it feel a bit nervous at the same time he was experiencing all of
the other emotions.

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posted by: Bill West)

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(USS Hades – Transporter room 1 – TC Shurik Rosanov- 1844) 
 
Shurik inhaled deeply and held the breath in his chest as long as he could
before letting the air explode out of his lungs. It seemed that there was
very little to do these days. It sounded funny, but when the transporter
wasn't broken, things could get quite dull.
 
He stood in the stereotype transporter technician pose with his arms crossed
over his chest and his feet shoulder-width apart and chewed on his lower
lip.
 
Just as he thought his brain would explode with boredom, the slightly
mechanical voice of Maraht sounded over the COMM, =^=Maraht to Transporter
Room 1. The Federation team on Romulus is ready to be beamed aboard. Lock on
their signals and energize now.=^=
 
Shurik slapped his badge, "Aye Sur." He stepped in front of the console with
more energy than he thought possible to muster and ran his hands over the
controls. He said in a sing-song voice to himself, "loucked on." Then he
began the slow, careful process of bringing the team back on the the empty
pads in front of him.
 
As they began to rematerialize he let a slight grin tug at the corners of
his lips. 
 
"Velcome beck!" He said with a slight bow.
 
(reply any on the team)
 
=^=Transporter Room 1 do you have them?=^= Maraht's voice sounded again.
 
Shurik nodded although he was quite aware he couldn't be seen. "Aye sur, all
in von piece too!"
 
(reply Maraht, any in the transporter room)
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(USS Hades -  Transporter room 1- CSEC- Lt. Baylon Trinin - 1845) 

Baylon felt the entire universe lift from his shoulders  once he had
rematerialized on the Hades. His secondary mission of conducting covert
scans had been a success, and as far as he knew no one had been suspicious
of his activities.

"Velcome beck!" Rosanov said with a slight bow. 

"Thank you mister Rosanov." Baylon replied, very pleased to be back aboard.
"I take it things went well here while I was away?"

(reply Rosanov) 

=^=Transporter Room 1 do you have them?=^= Maraht's voice sounded again. 

Shurik nodded although it was quite obvious that Maraht could not see him do
so. "Aye sur, all in von piece too!" 

"For which I am grateful, I may add." Baylon chimed in. 

The door to the transporter room opened and the Delegation's security escort
stepped through. "Excellent gentlemen!" Baylon said, "please see to it that
the Envoys and the Ambassador have an escort wherever they would like to
go."
The lead security man replied in the affirmative then the team broke up as
the diplomats went their separate ways, a security man in tow.

Baylon waited until everyone else had left except for himself and Rosanov,
and he turned to the Russian transporter Chief and asked.

"Were you having any problems locking on to the delegate while they were in
the presence of the Praetor?" 

(reply Rosanov) 

"I see, thank you chief." he replied then headed for his security office. 
As he stepped into the turbo lift, Baylon tapped his commbadge, "Trinin to 
Commander Lemar." 

(reply Lemar) 

"Sir could you meet me in the Security Office?" 

(reply Rosanov, Lemar) 
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(USS Hade C Deck 1, Bridge - COPS Lt. Maraht - 1846)
 
"Transporter Room 1, do you have them?" Maraht had asked with concern.
 
=/\= Aye sur, all in von piece too!" =/\= responded the voice of Shurik
Rosanov, their resident expert at transporter procedure and technology. 
 
"Good job, Mr. Rosanov. I am relieved that you were the one at the
controls," said Maraht.  
 
=/\= For which I am grateful, I may add, =/\=  said a voice that Maraht
recognized as Baylon Trinin. 
 
"Maraht to entire Delegate Team. Welcome back and I am glad to hear you are
all safe and sound." 
 
(Reply Brianna Frazier, Paris Kolar, Raizel Grem, Jon Nayati, Baylon Trinin,
Tom Jackson, Any)
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(USS Hades -  Transporter room 1- TC Shurik Rosanov- 1846) 
 
Shurik found himself wishing that the team would take longer to file out of
the transporter room. Once they were gone, it was back to the boredom of
staring into space.
 
He was surprised, however, when Baylon remained behind. "Were you having any
problems locking on to the delegate while they were in the presence of the
Praetor?"  The Security Chief asked.
 
"Niet, sur. End if dere had been, I would heve made sure eet vas perfectly
safe before I energied." He raised an eyebrow in hoped for an explanation,
but got none.
 
"I see, thank you chief." Baylon nodded and began toward the door of the
transporter room.
 
"Nice to hev you beck, sur!" Shurik called as the chief of security exited.
 
(reply Baylon iyw, though it's really not necessary)
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(USS Hade Transporter Room 1, Corridor CCOUNS Ensign Jon Nayati - 1849)
 
Jon was relieved that the first day of negotiations was finally over. The
Romulan Senate seemed severely divided. Jon could tell that everyone on the
Federation team was exhausted. 
 
When they materialized on the Hades, Jon saw Shurik Rosanov and heard
Maraht's voice.
 
"Velcome beck!" Rosanov said with a slight bow. 
 
"Thank you mister Rosanov." Baylon replied, very pleased to be back aboard.
"I take it things went well here while I was away?"
 
(Reply Shurik Rosanov) 
 
=/\= Transporter Room 1, do you have them?"=/\= Maraht asked sounding
concerned.
 
Shurik nodded although it was quite obvious that Maraht could not see him do
so. "Aye sur, all in von piece too!" responded Mr. Rosanov, the transporter
chief.
 
=/\=Good job, Mr. Rosanov. I am relieved that you were the one at the
controls.=/\= said Maraht.  
 
"For which I am grateful, I may add," chimed in Lt. Trinin. 
 
=/\= Maraht to entire Delegate Team. Welcome back and I am glad to hear you
are all safe and sound.=/\= 
 
"Nayati to Maraht. Glad to be back and happy to hear from you," said Jon.
"How are things on the Bridge? How are things with our visitors?"
 
(Reply Maraht)
 
Jon knew he had to report in to Lt. Baylon Trinin, Cmdr Lemar and possibly
Brianna Frazier. He had a lot of things to record while it was still fresh
in his memory. He left the transporter room in an effort to find a PADD and
get his report started. 
 
As Jon stepped out into the corridor he tapped his commbadge and said,
"Nayati to Trommashere."
 
(Reply Trommashere)
 
"I wanted to get back with you about how Captain Sash was doing."
 
(Reply Trommashere)
 
"If you have some free time, I'd like to get together with you later this
evening once I report in to Commander Lemar."
 
(Reply Trommashere)
 
"Certainly Doctor. Nayati out," said Jon. 
 
(Reply Maraht, Angenni Windsong-Trommashere, Shurik Rosanov, Any)
(Posted by Jim McCrary)

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(USS HADES - Corridors - A/COPS - Lt. Thomas Jackson - 1850)

Tom walked a bit slowly going over the mission as he awaited the First
Officer's response. His mind was a mix of emotions. If he couldn't meet
right away with the FO, walking around the ship might help ease his mind

On one hand he still was not 100 percent sure of the Romulans motives.
After the marathon negotiating session, it seemed the Romulans were only
doing this because the Praetor wanted to. There had been times the 'united
front' of the Romulans had cracked a bit.

But the possibilities for the treaty were boggling.
New areas for Federation trade vessels and maybe technology exchanges. Tom
wondered if maybe they'd exchange military officers for limited tours of
duty. 

Jackson smiled as he passed several crew mates - they saw him smile -
something he did not do a lot of as a rule. 

He did admire the architecture on the Romulan world - he hoped they might be
allowed a tour of the capital city.

Yet, something was nagging at the back of Tom's mind.
It made it feel a bit nervous at the same time he was experiencing all of
the other emotions.

(reply: None)
posted by: Bill West)

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(USS Hades – Deck 5, Transporter Room 1 – Ambassador Brianna Frazier – 1850)

As the tingling of the transporter released her body, Brianna saw the
familiar face of the transporter chief appear in front of her.  ~Ah, good to
be back~ she thought, her weary limbs challenging her to work them harder.
The first person to step down from the pad was Baylon Trinin, and no sooner
had he done so did three more security officers enter from the corridor.

After a brief exchange with the transporter operator, the security chief
issued his men with some orders.  “...please see to it that the Envoys and
the Ambassador have an escort wherever they would like to go,” he said to
them, and they nodded their acceptance of the orders.

Before they went their separate ways, Bree turned to face her small group of
delegates.  “Have a good night everyone.  We’ve accomplished a lot today, so
it’d be good to get some rest before things start again tomorrow.”

She glanced over at Tom Jackson, who appeared to be a little apprehensive
about the whole ordeal.  As soon as she had finished speaking he had headed
out into the corridor away from the group.  ~He’s in a hurry~ she thought
for a moment, then turned her attention to Jon Nayati, who was still at her
side, but then before she had chance to say a word, he too had an exit to
the corridor.

With a slight shrug, Bree brushed her red curls aside and made her way out
into the corridor.  She could hear both Jon and Tom talking over the comm.
system, but making an effort not to eavesdrop she walked straight past them
both and started down the corridor toward where she remembered a turbolift
entrance to be.  “I just want to go to my quarters, if that’s okay with
you.” She spoke over her shoulder to the security escort in tow.

“Yes ma’am, wherever you’d like to go.”  He smiled at her and asked, “Have
you had a busy day?”

Small talk was always a favourite pastime for Bree, so when the security
officer spoke she responded in a leisurely tone.  “Oh you know, I’ve been
sitting all day in that conference chamber.  It’s surprising how tiring that
can be.”  She made light of it, but truly she was more ravaged by the mental
restraints placed on her by the Romulan protective technology, than the
talks themselves.  ~I should really speak with the Doctors about it before
returning tomorrow~.

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(posted by Dave)

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(USS Hades – Deck 2, FO’s Office – FO Commander Lemar & Yeoman Miller –
1851)

“...and when Ensign Jenson slopped off, I really wasn’t sure where to look.
Lucky for us the life support systems circulate air quickly enough to get
rid of foul odours before the Romulans walked over.”  Miller laughed as he
finished his tale, reciting an event that had occurred during the luncheon
for the Romulan guests.  While he spoke, he was busy reaching for a number
of empty PADDS to return them to the replicator for recycling.

Jonas was laughing too, finding that he sometimes missed the times he used
to spend with the other officers and crew.  Often the title of Commander
brought with it a whole new set of society rules, and especially since the
Captain has been out of action, he had found he had spent little to no time
at all socialising with his friends and colleagues.

“Well, you could always have blamed the food...”  Jonas leaned forward at
his desk, trying to see around the corner out into the administration area.
“...although perhaps not the best idea if Denise was around.”

The two laughed again.  Just as Jonas was about to comment further, there
was an interruption from the comm. system.  =^= Commander Lemar, Lt Jackson
here - may I meet with you. I'd like to update you on a few things =^=

Jonas looked at his chronometer.  ~I hadn’t realised the time~ he thought,
knowing that the whole delegation had probably just returned.  ~I’ll
probably have other reports to look at too~ Looking over at Miller, Jonas
looked for guidance; after all, he would know as well as he what he had
planned for the rest of the day.

Miller shook his head and offered a winced expression.  Clearly he didn’t
think it was a good idea, and when he flashed a dataPADD at Jonas he saw
that there were already a few things planned for this evening.  Not least
was an evening meal with Wendy Kildare, who he felt like he hadn’t seen for
many days.  ~I really don’t want to miss that~ he thought, a smile creeping
to his lips as he pictured Wendy.  “Welcome back Lieutenant.  I’m a little
busy right now, but put it into a report and have it sent to my desk.”

(reply: Jackson)

“We’ll talk soon Lieutenant, I promise.”  Jonas tapped his comm. badge to
close the channel.  “Wendy will have my guts for garters if I cancel on her
again,” he grinned, but then part of him wondered what it was that Jackson
wanted to report.  ~He’s enthusiastic~ he considered, thinking back to
Jackson’s normal reports.  They were often quite emotional, and not always
based around facts.  “No, I can wait and speak to Jackson tomorrow.”

Miller gave a nod of agreement, “I can always skim through his report when
it arrives and alert you if there is anything urgent inside.”

Just then, =^= Trinin to Commander Lemar =^=

Miller turned around, and Jonas rolled his eyes.  “I bet I’m going to get a
few more of these before the night is through.”  With a tap of his comm.
badge he said, “Welcome back Lieutenant.  I take it everyone is aboard
safely?”

There was no direct answer to his question, but instead the security
lieutenant asked, =^= Sir could you meet me in the Security Office? =^=

Jonas’s eyes narrowed, and Miller stopped what he was doing and put down the
PADDs.  ~Sounds ominous~ he thought for just a split second before
responding, “Of course Lieutenant.  I’ll meet you there shortly.”

(reply: Trinin)

As the channel closed, Jonas got up from his chair and started toward the
exit.  “This sounds important.”

Miller followed the commander out into the admin centre, “Don’t worry about
it.  I’ll let Wendy know you might be late.”  He offered a friendly wink to
assure his friend that he had things under control.”

“Thanks Jase,” he answered as he made his way out into the corridor.

(reply: Trinin, Jackson, any)
(posted by Dave)

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(USS HADES Deck 5 Near Transporter Room 1 - A/COPS -Lt Tom Jackson - 1853)

To stopped as Jonas Lemar's reply came over his comm badge.

=^= Welcome back Lt. I am  a little busy right now, but put it a report and
have it sent to my desk.=^= Lemar replied.

Tom's cheeks turned red - in his enthusiasm he had not considered that Jonas
might be swamped. 

"Understood Cmdr - thanks"

Commander Lemar promised they'd talk soon and closed the link.

Tom now had time to kill. He headed to his quarters to compose his report.

(USS HADES Deck 2 Personal Quarters - A/COPS -Lt Tom Jackson - 1856)

Tom entered his quarters and sighed. He had not really realized how tired he
truly was. Walking to his replicator and ordered some coffee, black and
strong.

As Jackson watched his brew being made, his thoughts drifted to the last the
events of the few days. 

The possibilities were truly great but then so were the potential pitfalls.

Tom sat at his terminal and composed his report. In the report Tom reviewed
the negotiations and the progress made in the trade area.

He paused the recording and thought for a moment before continuing.

"it is my opinion, that for the most part, the motives of the Praetor are
honest. The Tal Shair chairman does not seem pleased with the project nor do
some of the senators" Tom added. He went on to explain the outburst that had
occurred.

"I also think we should keep our guard up but hope for the best" Jackson
concluded saving the report and firing it off to Le Lemar desk.

Tom relaxed and let his thoughts drift off to nothingness.

(reply: none)
(posted by: Bill West)

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(USS Hades – CCOUNS office – CCOUNS Ensign Jon Nayati – 1855)
 
Since Briana Frazier had suggested to everyone that they have a good night
after witnessing or accomplishing so much Jon thought ti imperative to get
his thought in line to for making a report. But first he wanted to talk to
Lt. Baylon Trinin about what had happened with their telepathy and with the
negotiations themselves. 
 
~He was security and he kind of missed the whole negotiation process.~ 
 
Jon went to his office to pick up a PADD to key in some thoughts while they
were still fresh in his mind. Once there, Jon's fingers flew over the PADD
in his efforts to record all that had happened. After a few minutes he was
done.
 
As he finished his entries, he addressed the computer. "Computer, give the
current location of Lt. Baylon Trinin."
 
[Lt. Trinin is in the Chief Security Office.]
 
Jon got up and used his office replicator to get a quick energy bar and a
bottle of sparkling water. After he ate and drank, he pressed his commbadge.
"Nayati to Lt. Trinin."
 
(Reply Baylon Trinin)
 
"It occurred to me that we should compare notes. Give me a time when we can
do that this evening or if we should do this now. I want to talk to you
about our sudden lack of telepathy during the treaty talks."
 
(Reply Baylon Trinin, Any)
(Posted by Jim McCrary)

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(USS Hades - Security Offices - CSEC - Lt. Baylon Trinin-
1859) 

Baylon was sitting sorting through the mountains of raw data that he had
managed to collect while on Romulus. Most of it was of little interest to
the security Chief. It consisted of localized atmospheric conditions;
Romulan Physiological data; scans of the foodstuffs that the security team
consumed as well as vocal patterns from those members of the continuing
committee that had spoken while Baylon had been present.

The thing that was interesting was the scans of the chamber shortly after
Baylon realized that he was unable to hear the occassional stray thought
running in the meeting room. There was an interesting energy spike that had
always been present in the back ground, but had increased dramatically just
before Baylon had been asked to leave.

This energy field was very specific and very complex looking. As Baylon
watched the readings he recognized a sub carrier wave that he immediately
recognized. It was a wave designed to suppress telepathic abilities. Betazed
counselors used it to suppress the abilities of mentally ill patients,
Usually however there was a small localized device that was worn. In this
case it seemed that the Romulans had a much larger generator that could
cover a much larger area.

The rest of the energy that was being emitted seemed to be a distortion
field designed to interfere with tracking devices and other communications
devices. At the level it was producing, it may even interfere with
transporters.

The Distorition field wasn't as worrisome to Baylon. The field however could
cause a neurological collapse in telepaths if it was too powerful. There had
been cases on Betazed of such an occurance, and in those rare cases the
devices were used by trained operators with years of experience. Somehow,
trinin doubted that the Romulans had that much experience in their
operation.

It explained Baylon's headache when it was in use, and he wondered if the
Tal'Shiar had insisted on it's use and if they had told the Praetor of the
possibility that it could kill the ambassador and a few other members of the
federation delegation if they simply ramped up the power.

He couldn't see any better way to cause an international incident and
sabotage the talks than that.

The chime on his door sounded and Baylon looked up as the door slid open to
admit Commander Lemar.

"Commander, I think we have a serious problem." he said as he turned the
monitor so that lemar could see it.

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(USS Hades – Deck 10, Temporary CSEC’s Office – FO Commander Jonas Lemar –
1902)

It hadn’t taken him long to get to the temporary offices assigned to the
security team.  The chief of security had sounded quite urgent when he had
requested to speak with him, so he had done his best to rush down to meet
with the man as quickly as possible.  Of course, he had not counted on the
full turbolift that needed to stop at four decks on the way.  He just never
felt easy using the ‘Captain’s prerogative’ card in front of the rest of the
crew.  To make everyone else wait while he got to where he wanted to go
wasn’t very ‘good cop’ of him, and as most people onboard already knew, he
liked to play the good cop and keep good relationships with all of the crew
wherever possible.

As he entered the office, he could see that the Chief was already looking,
with some concern, over something on his computer screen.  “Commander, I
think we have a serious problem,” he stated, turning the computer screen
around so that Jonas could see it clearly.

Approaching and sitting down, he looked at the data on the screen.  It
seemed to be an analysis of some kind of energy readings, with a cross
section of brain-wave pattern.  With his background in medical, it was not
hard to recognise the neurological patterns of a typical Betazoid, not to
mention the types of effects the energy field on screen would have on said
patterns.  With a frown of concern he joined the chief.  “Tell me this isn’t
the energy field on the planet.”

(reply: Trinin)

Clearly not pleased that such measures were being used on the surface, his
first thought was to call on the Ambassador.  But he stopped himself.  He
needed more information before that, “In this concentration, how harmful is
this field?”

(reply: Trinin)

“Have you shown this data to Doctor Trommashere yet?  Is there anything we
can do to minimise the effects?”  Jonas was clearly concerned now. Whether
it was intentional or not, the Romulans could be severely harming the
telepathically gifted amongst them.  That was not something he was willing
to continue.

(reply: Trinin, any)
(posted by Dave)

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(USS Hades - Security Offices - CSEC - Lt. Baylon Trinin- 1904) 

As Lemar entered the office, Baylon looked up at the commander and said,
"Commander, I think we have a serious problem." He turned the display
monitor so that Lemar could see it.

The First Officer crossed the room and took a seat so that he could see the
display better. It was a very distinct pattern that Baylon knew that Lemar
would recognize. Every doctor in the UFP studied Betazed neural physiology,
and even Security Officers studies them a little so that they would know
what to expect if they encountered a Betazoid criminal.

After a couple of moments The Chief Medical Officer, now First Officer
frowned and said, “Tell me this isn’t the energy field on the planet.”

"More accurately, it's one of two energy fields surrounding the immediate
area where the negotiations are taking place." Baylon replied honestly, "The
other is a subspace distortion field which I can't tell you much about, but
it seems that sciences are already working on that one."

There was a battle of some sort going on in Lemar's mind. Baylon could tell
that the commander, guarded as he was, normally  was both unpleased and
undecided about what might be done. Even if he hadn't been empathic, he
could have seen it in his eyes.

“In this concentration, how harmful is this field?” 

"In this concentration, it is only harmful in long periods of exposure.
For my part, while I was present it caused headaches and a slight lack of
concentration, in addition to the inability to use my gifts. I've not spoken
with any of the other members of the away team yet, to see if they were
experiencing any similar side-effects. In greater concentrations, this field
can induce coma or even possibly death. I would like to point out that on
Betazed this same field, although localized is used to control dangerous
criminals who have exceptionally strong gifts. It has been used in
corrections situations as well as by psychologists when dealing with the
dangerously mentally ill."

“Have you shown this data to Doctor Trommashere yet?  Is there anything we
can do to minimize the effects?” he asked. 

"I have not, Commander as I wanted to speak to you about it first. As to
minimizing it's effects, not that I know of. It directly interacts with the
brainwaves of someone with telepathic or empathic abilities. It causes a
sort of static that eventually causes the cellular walls to break down. It's
sort of like having radiation selectively fired into the appropriate lobe of
your brain. But I'm no doctor.  I've just never heard of any drug or
treatment that can lessen it's effects or prevent it from doing what it
does." Baylon replied. "Of course if we could shut down the source that
would be the best route."

He took a deep breath and let it out. 

"I have had another thought on this, Commander." 

(reply Lemar) 

"We know that the Tal'Shair are opposed to these talks. I see two very good
opportunities for them to ruin everything. Either they drag out the
negotiations until the current setting does it's work or they slowly
increase the output until someone, possibly Frazier or Nayati either fall
into a coma or die from it. Either of these events will effectively sabotage
the talks, and I don't think  that it is above the actions of the Tal'Shair
if they feel strongly enough to undertake this course of action. Personally
I didn't want to bring this to anyone's attention for fear of jeopardizing
the talks on our end. There is always a sneaky possibility that the
Tal'Shair wants us to discover it and make it an issue and break off talks
for the safety-sake of the delegates."

(Reply Lemar) 

Suddenly Baylon's commbadge chirped. 

=^=Nayati to Lt. Trinin =^= 

Baylon looked up at Lemar as if to say 'I-told-you-so'. 

"Go ahead counselor." the security chief replied. 

=^=It occurred to me that we should compare notes. Give me a time when we
can do that this evening or if we should do this now. I want to talk to you
about our sudden lack of telepathy during the treaty talks.=^=

"I agree counselor. I am currently in an important meeting, let me contact
you as soon as that's over and we can discuss the events of the day then."
Baylon replied, still looking at Lemar.

(reply Nayati) 

"Very well counselor, I'll try not to be too long, Trinin out." 

Once the Commchannel was closed he looked back at the First officer. 

"I suppose my next question is how would you like to proceed in light of
this data? And how much do you want me to disclose to Nayati."

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(USS Hades – Deck 1, Ready Room – Commander Lemar & Ambassador Frazier –
2037)

By now, he was well and truly late for his dinner date with Wendy.  It
seemed like things were set against giving the two lovers time to each
other, and so Jonas had surrendered to his work and carried on with his
duties.  As the chime to the ready room echoed out, Jonas stood up and moved
to the door.  As he opened the door, he saw the ever-so-glamorous Ambassador
Frazier standing there.

“I’m glad you took the time to see me, Commander” she said as she entered,
brushing past the commander and moving toward the ready room desk and
chairs.

 “Don’t mention it.  I’m keen to hear how things went today.” Jonas moved
into the room with the Ambassador, then sat at his seat behind the desk and
quickly tidied the things off it’s surface and into an open drawer.

As she took a seat she dusted off her skirt.  “Well, things were a little
slow, but we’re making some definite progress.  You know, the Praetor is
very amenable.

“Amenable?” said Jonas with surprise.  That was not a word he really
expected to be used to describe the leader of the Romulan empire.  “Things
must have gone well the, but don’t worry.  I won’t ask for a full rundown of
what you discussed.”

“Well, that’s good since I’m not really at liberty to discuss the details.”
Bree smiled, hoping that the commander wouldn’t take that the wrong way.

“Hey,” started Jonas, holding a hand up in mock-protest.  “I have enough on
my plate without knowing all the political mumbo-jumbo you’ve been up to.”
Jonas then grinned, to show there were definitely no hard feelings.

Bree tossed her curls with a shake of her head as she laughed.  “Well, there
are a few things I’m eager to tell you about.  The Praetor put some
interesting offers to me, which I accepted on your behalf...”  She looked
him in the eyes, “...I hope you don’t mind.”  She smiled, knowing that the
Commander was no doubt very curious to know what she had had him agree to.
“We’ve been granted access to the planet’s surface, for our science teams to
take a good hard look.  I’m sure Lieutenant Carrow will enjoy that.”

Jonas was surprised to hear that the Romulan’s had been so forthcoming with
the invitations.  First the Romulan Commander and his ship visit, and now
the Praetor with his invites to the surface.  “Well, I’d say that might go
some way toward mending the relationship between you two.”  Jonas was all
too aware of the goings on between the two women.  He had chosen to leave
them to it, rather than confront either of them directly.

Bree blushed a little, but quickly shook it off with a smile and answered,
“Yes, well, we definitely got off on the wrong foot.  Let’s call it a bad
hair day.”  She grinned, knowing that the man probably hadn’t had a bad hair
day in his life.  It was so much easier for men!

“Well, I’ll be sure to let her know.  I’m sure half the science department
is keen to get down there and run some tests.”  Jonas deliberately skimmed
past the topic of relationships between Frazier and Carrow, trying to keep
things on a professional level.  “Anything else of interest that you put my
name down for?”  Jonas grinned cheekily.

Frazier leaned forward a little, “Well actually there was one thing.”  Her
tone took on a more serious note as she leaned on the desk and revealed her
final piece of information.  “I told the Praetor about what happened to
Captain Sash, or at least as much as I know.  I didn’t think it could do any
harm!” She shrugged, knowing that whether the Commander was mad at her or
not, what was done was done.  “He offered to have a top Medical specialist
come to the Hades to see if he could improve the Captain’s condition in any
way.”

That bit of information definitely piqued Jonas’s interest.  ~Sash back on
his feet would most certainly be an advantage~  With a sceptical look in his
eye he asked, “Are you telling me that the Romulan’s have a specialist in
Angossian physiology in their ranks?”

“Actually...yes.”  Bree smiled.  “Believe me, I was as surprised as you, but
apparently he will be willing to come aboard first thing tomorrow to see if
he can assist Doctor Trommashere in any way.”  

~Assisting Angeni~ thought Jonas, knowing full well that it wasn’t that
Angeni would be resistant to help on this case, but rather she might be
resistant to help from the Romulans.  “I think it’s worth a shot.  We’ve got
nothing to lose.”  As Frazier nodded in agreement with him, Jonas added
“I’ll speak with the CMO and make the arrangements.”

Jonas got up and walked over to the replicator, “Would you like something to
drink?”

“Oh, yes please.  Andorian Brandy.”  She said, turning in her chair to watch
the commander move.  Commander Lemar laughed, but continued to the
replicator, “I’m off duty now, I need to unwind”  She defended her choice of
beverage, even though there was no need.

As Jonas returned with drinks, the two continued to chat about the days
events.

(reply: none, any)
(posted by Dave)

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(USS Hades – Deck 1, Ready Room – FO Commander Jonas Lemar – 2109)

“...well it’s been quite enjoyable.  You not quite bad as they make out.”
Brianna Frazier teased as she made he way out into the corridor.

“Yes, thank you for that Ambassador.”  Jonas offered a forced smile as she
made her way out of his sight.  The door closed before him and he turned and
made his way back to the desk.  “Blimey, she can talk when she gets going,”
he said quietly to himself and he opened up the drawer and took out the
items he had tidied away there.

Placing a PADD on his desk he decided to take the opportunity to let the
science team know what he had in store for them.  “Commander Lemar to
Lieutenant Carrow.”

=^= Good evening Commander.  To what do I owe this pleasure? =^=

Jonas was pleased to hear that he hadn’t interrupted her, or at least if he
had, she didn’t seem too bothered about it.  “We’ve been given the go ahead
for your boys and girls to go down to the surface tomorrow.  I’m sure
they’re itching to get their fingers and thumbs into Romulan soil.”  ~...and
roots...~ thought Jonas, wondering if Shayhiloosh would wish to go down to
the surface too.

=^= Well that’s just great.  I have to say, I didn’t really think we’d get
access.  I’ll make the arrangements. =^=


(USS Hades – Deck 10, Sickbay – FO Commander Jonas Lemar – 2121)

Finished his conversation with the chief of science, he was not surprised to
hear it had been received so well.  The next thing on his list might take a
little bit of convincing, so he had decided to go to see do it in person.

Stepping into Sickbay, it didn’t take him long to locate the chief medical
officer.  It seemed that she was never far from the Captain these days, at
he was partly grateful for that.  Clearing his throat, he announced his
presence.  Smiling at her he said, “I’ve invited a Romulan specialist over
for the morning.”

(reply: Trommashere)

“Apparently, they have an specialist in Angossian physiology.  The Praetor
seems to think she can help with the Captain’s recovery.”  Jonas was unsure
about how to gauge Angeni’s reaction.  So instead, he waited to see what she
might say.

(reply: Trommashere, any)
(posted by Dave)

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