Stardate:2406.03.04
(Starbase Valhalla - FO's Office - Cmdr Lee - 14.17)

~Please Lord, tell me I'm dead and this headache was me flying face first into the pearly gates...~

"Commander Lee, how are you feeling now?"

Rich groaned again, and opened his eyes. "Gaah, lights..." he blinked a couple times, then decided to leave his eyes closed. "What the hell happened?" he asked to no one in particular, "And why is it I feel like I just got hit in the head?"

He groaned as he brought his hands up to his head, and opened his eyes again. The councilor, someone he didn't recognize, Tanya and an EMH were all crammed in the room. 

"Oh." was his only response, and he frowned. "D*mn"

(reply any)
(posted by Trout)
Stardate:2406.03.04
(Starbase Valhalla, FO's Office, WTO Tanya Leigh Dervin, 14.19)
 
"I don't think you should leave just yet, Ms.... I think I shoudl examine you and a discussion with the counsellor would also be helpful.  Please take a seat again."
 
Tanya plodded four steps across the room and then plunked herself in a chair.  She turned to Lono and Rodos.  "Ok... discuss ..."  She said with a flippant gesture of her left hand.
 
She sat there as one of the counsellors brought up a point that to be quite honest she wasn't really listening to, she was replaying the situation that she'd just witnessed.  ~that wasn't me, was it?  Or..~  She started to think, what was being logical, and what wasn't.  Having grown up on Vulcan her entire life, she knew what logic was, she knew even in some instances what it was like.  But she was not vulcan, and she did not ever want to repress emotions, and yet.. there might be some point to it, or not?  Who knew.  Her parents had lived the majority of their adult lives on the Vulcan homeworld as humans there.  They were permitted emotions and they still had them, but they also did have a special brand of logic that was their own.
 
~think.. Tanya think.. logic.. find the calm, the inner calm~  She thought to herself.
 
She heard a voice and looked up,
 
"I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention."
 
(Reply Lono, Rodos, EMH, any)
(Posted by Katherine Mazurok)
Stardate:2406.03.04
(USS Valhalla - FO's Office - NPC EMH - 14.20)

When the EMH glanced up from examining the FO he was pleased to see the hysterical young woman had taken a seat.

"Ok... discuss ..."  he heard her say to the counsellors.

The EMH raised an eyebrow in surprise, particularly at the expressions that showed on the faces of the counsellors.

"Gaah, lights..." the Fo mumbled as he opened his eyes and quickly closed them again "What the hell happened?" he asked to no one in particular, "And why is it I feel like I just got hit in the head?"

Again the EMH raised an eyebrow.

"Oh." The FO said once he had looked at all the people assembled in the room.. "D*mn"

"Oh indeed. You probably would have damaged a lot fewer brain cells if you had been hit on the head. I have neutralised the ethanol content in your blood and the adverse side effects should wear off quickly. I will be including all my medical findings in my report to Admiral Jopek."

The EMH glanced over again at "hysterical woman" and activated his tricorder again. He ignored the ranting of the FO as he moved over to her.

"I would just like to examine you, young lady. Prolonged stress can have a deleterious effect on a balanced brain chemistry."

The young woman looked up. "I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention."

"Just sit still!" he paraphrased and then begun his examination.

"Just as I thought, you have increased serotonin levels coupled with an unbalanced acetylcholine reading. If this was 300 years ago, I'd recommend a good dose of electro-convulsive shock therapy, but this should do the trick."

He chose a vial from his bag and pressed it into the hypospray. He pressed it to the young woman's neck.

"You should feel better soon. Well if there is nothing else, my work here is done." He stated.

(Reply FO, Tanya, Counsellors, any)
(Posted by Wendy Keen)

Stardate:2406.03.04
(Starbase Valhalla, Main Engineering, SPC Mark Dervin, 18.20)
 
Mark watched as the woman kicked a pannel.  Inwardly he cringed, you were NEVER supposed to treat a piece of equipment like that.  Perhaps that was an archeaic manner of behaving that they'd since irraidicated in the practise of engineers.  However, looking at Roberts, he somehow doubted that even if she'd lived her entire existence in their time that she would refrain from repeating that gesture.
 
"I left this station brand new but in pieces after several attacks.  I come back to it when its many, many years older and is in good shape but with the usual age related kinks.  We have the usual list of malfunctions, and repairs and readjustments, but there are no serious problems to contend with, Sir."
 
Mark looked over at the woman and shook his head.  "Look, I dont' do the 'Sir ' thing, Mark will do nicely."  He replied, "I may be fleet, but I grew up with a very non-fleet mother and somehow, I got used to be called Mark.  Not to mention the fact that my mother could never get my rank correct, and Mark was something she could remember and it would cause me the lesser of the embarassments.  Ok?"  He asked holding his hand out to the woman infront of him.  "Truce?"  
 
(Reply Roberts)
 
"Well, alright then.  Let's get to work.  What's first?"  He asked as he gestured for her to pass before him through the door way.
 
(Reply Roberts, any)
(Posted by Katherine Mazuork)
Stardate:2406.03.04
Mars Complex- Strategic Operations- Command Center- R. ADM Kevel - 23.10)

Strategic Operations was at high alert.  Klaxons were ringing throughout the complex as men and women ran from station to station, intent on their separate missions.  The impact of the freighter at UP had sent lighting bolts through the center and now Rear Admiral Richard Talbot Kevel stood in the center of it, content to be in command, but very unhappy with the current situation.  The injured reports had begun to come in and a prayer had been lifted from Kevel's lips for those up above.  The sickbay would be ground zero for nearly everything.  He just hoped Cambridge could handle it.  The new girl, Rain Anderson hadn't yet come under the eye of the Admiral, but it was getting there.  She didn't like security, or so he'd heard.  Neither did Cambridge, but his ACMO was more Vocal about it.

Then the Firebrande had exploded, adding nuclear grade plutonium to the fire they were already trying to contain.  Kevel stood from the chair.

"Get me the USS Lion and pull her in here somewhere.  Begin alerting all medical vessels in range!  Gerry, lights us up completely.  We're going to top of condition Red.  Someone find Rulstead!"

The lights dimmed in the room as the klaxons sounded more insistantly and the room began to move faster but quieter as reports were gathered.  There were two command chairs in the center, a small request of Kevel for the moment.  The maps around the room showed the impact of the freighter and the new explosion of the Firebrande.  Communications screens popped up quickly as the channels were quickly reviewed.  Picking up the handset, Kevel began to listen and take a PADD from the officer in front of him.  Dervin was involved somehow.

"Sir, reports from the attack on the station.  Nothing new, just for you to forward to Starfleet."

Richard nodded as he picked out more from the transmission.  A minute later he found out just as the rest of the crew did.  A slight sigh of relief went through the Strategic Operations Center.  Kevel stood from his chair.

"Put us at condition yellow.  Continue monitoring what we need.  Get me a damage report on the Firebrande and let those above know we're ready to assist in any way.  Gerry?"  The young but smart Gerry Atheny turned in his chair, headset in one hand.  For the moment, he was Operations.

"Pull the logs and get a report ready for Starfleet.  You know they're going to want one." Atheny nodded and turned back to his station, already beginning to speak into his headset, sending orders through the chain of command.  Kevel stood and moved to the front of the room, his eyes on the stations.  So far, it was only one thing that had gone horribly wrong.

Stardate:2406.03.05
(USS Firebrande: Bridge - Ensign Katie Henderson - 0002)
 
Katie Henderson slammed her fist against the decking, then crawled out from underneath the console she was working on. After that damned explosion, the whole ship had been hell in a box. Fortunately, the hull breach had an emergency forcefield around it, and there were no fatalities.
 
~That I know of~ she thought darkly.
 
"Who's in charge? I'm ACMO Anderson looking for injured to treat." someone said to her as she crawled out.
 
Katie looked at Anderson with a puzzled expression on her face. "I know that Lieutanent Orde is in overall command, in lieu of a superior officer aboard. We had just lost- "
 
 
=/\= -to anyone who can hear me.=/\= her commbadge said, interrupting her.
 
NRPG: Rain can interject at any time.
RPG:
 
~Speak o' the devil..~
 
She slapped her commbadge. "This is Ensign Henderson, on the bridge. Communications were out."
 
=/\=Thank whatever deities there are on this side of the universe. What happened?=/\=
 
"Sir, there was an explosion in one of the Jefferies tubes. Ms. Dervin was injured."
 
=/\=Are the turbolifts still out?=/\=
 
"Only to Deck 1."
 
=/\=Good. I'm in Jefferies tube V-9. I hit my head, but I think I'll be fine. I was in the middle of taking the flux cannons out of the system when the explosion hit. However, the antimatter feed was already shut down.=/\=
 
~Whew. Small miracles.~
 
=/\= I'm done here, so I'll be up shortly. =/\=

Stardate:2406.03.05
(Starbase Valhalla, FO's Office, WTO Tanya Leigh Dervin, 14.19)
 
"I don't think you should leave just yet, Ms.... I think I shoudl examine you and a discussion with the counsellor would also be helpful.  Please take a seat again."
 
Tanya plodded four steps across the room and then plunked herself in a chair.  She turned to Lono and Rodos.  "Ok... discuss ..."  She said with a flippant gesture of her left hand.
 
She sat there as one of the counsellors brought up a point that to be quite honest she wasn't really listening to, she was replaying the situation that she'd just witnessed.  ~that wasn't me, was it?  Or..~  She started to think, what was being logical, and what wasn't.  Having grown up on Vulcan her entire life, she knew what logic was, she knew even in some instances what it was like.  But she was not vulcan, and she did not ever want to repress emotions, and yet.. there might be some point to it, or not?  Who knew.  Her parents had lived the majority of their adult lives on the Vulcan homeworld as humans there.  They were permitted emotions and they still had them, but they also did have a special brand of logic that was their own.
 
~think.. Tanya think.. logic.. find the calm, the inner calm~  She thought to herself.
 
She heard a voice and looked up,
 
"I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention."
 
(Reply Lono, Rodos, EMH, any)
(Posted by Katherine Mazurok)
Stardate:2406.03.05
(USS Firestorm - Bridge - ACMO Anderson - 0004)

The woman who had popped out from behind the console looked like she could do with medical attention herself but as there was no blood or obvious trauma, Rain waited for her to speak.

"I know that Lieutenant Orde is in overall command, in lieu of a superior officer aboard. We had just lost- "

Before she could continue, a voice broke in.

=/\= -to anyone who can hear me.=/\= 

"This is Ensign Henderson, on the bridge. Communications were out."
 
=/\=Thank whatever deities there are on this side of the universe. What happened?=/\=
 
"Sir, there was an explosion in one of the Jefferies tubes. Ms. Dervin was injured."
 
=/\=Are the turbolifts still out?=/\=
 
"Only to Deck 1."
 
=/\=Good. I'm in Jefferies tube V-9. I hit my head, but I think I'll be fine. I was in the middle of taking the flux cannons out of the system when the explosion hit. However, the antimatter feed was already shut down.=/\=
 
=/\= I'm done here, so I'll be up shortly. =/\=

Rain listened to the exchange, getting impatient to find an injury to treat. Once it was finished she turned again to Ensign Henderson.

"I'll need to use your internal sensors to locate the injured and have them stabilised and transported to sickbay."

Henderson took her to the correct console and she activated the sensors. Thankfully the ship had only had a skeleton crew and she quickly located her medical teams and directed them to the injured of which there were few.

She herself was quite distant from all of the injured and her impatience grew. She headed towards the turbolift hoping to meet up with team 3 on a lower deck.

As the doors opened, Lieutenant Orde stepped out.

~Would now be a good time to start yelling?~ she pondered.

He looked her over and then turned away. Rain thought she could see a vein throbbing in his temple. It gave her some satisfaction to see that he looked like hell! However he was bleeding and she couldn't ignore that fact.

"Status report." He said to Ensign Henderson.

Rain didn't like being ignored and she felt herself flush.

"Some casualties. No further damage to the ship. No secondary explosions." Henderson reported.

Rain interjected. "Lieutenant Orde. Please take a seat whilst I seal that laceration on your head. I will also need to check for a concussion."

~...or maybe concealed weapons!~

(Reply Orde, any)
(Posted by Wendy Keen)

Stardate:2406.03.05
(Valhalla, Verano Medical Center, CMO Cambridge, 00.07)
 
"I hear singing and there's no one there..." Cambridge leaned in and missed the first part.  Dervin was going from bad to worse in a matter of moments and the chaos inside the room.  Along with those being dealt with inside the normal area, two surgeries had come in from the construction docks.  Rain had taken the Firebrande and Cambridge was thankful for it.  She was a strong headed girl, but she could handle pressure.  And medical was never without pressure.
 
"Pretty.. colour.s...."  Maxwell quickly ran his tricroder over her, grimacing as he did.  She had internal bleeding and was losing more blood than they could give her.  Something was going wrong inside the girl.  And right now, Mac had no idea what it was, besides the burns that might kill his patient right of the bat. 
 
"You're alive... ok...you're alive.  And you look better than ever...."
 
"Alive... alive, alive... who wants five alive?"   Growling, Cambridge nodded to Rhea Edison who had been pulled in from a minor concussion only moments before.  Klaxons were sounding inside sickbay and if there were any security officers around, they were being shoved to the wall and hard.  They needed to move Tanya into surgery and start trying to put her back together.  If they didn't, she would die.

"Edison, let's move her into Surgery Two.  Get a crew in there."  The young girl nodded and moved quickly to the desk and began to pull officers.  With the help if Jonathan Stone, Cambridge moved Dervin into the room as five medical officers pilled into the room and began to work to stabilize the officer before them.  Maxwell began running down as many details as he could as he rechecked her with the systems inside the room.

"Patient is Tanya Dervin.  She was inside the Firebrande when she went up in flames.  She's burned on 95% of her body and most of it's serious and deep burns.  She's got internal bleeding, but I'm not showing anything that would caused that..wait...no, I see it.  Massive impact to stomach and upper chest area.  Looks like she's got blood vessels and organs are messed up something serious.  Crew 1, you get this skin and start getting it back to normal.  Crew 2, you get her knocked out so I can work on her.  And crew 3, you help me and assist and pray hard.  Go."  Wordlessly the men and women in the room quickly went to work.   Cambridge grabbed his tools and pulled them near him as Edison came back into the room.

"Get me detailed information on what's going on with her.  I need answers on where I need to operate."  She nodded and grabbed the mobile scanning unit and began to scan the body in front of her.  Reports were called out as they worked.

"Blood levels dropping.  Starting infusion.  Heart level steady, but slowing every few minutes.  She's out, but unstable."

Suddenly blood squirted out into the room, hitting Cambridge in the uniform and splattering the wall.  Edison jumped, but continued scanning.  Maxwell just looked where the blood was now coming from.  Dervin's skin had collapsed and she was burned nearly down to nothing on her side.  Quickly, the CMO grabbed cloth and covered the wound and snagged a cauterize from the tray.

"We need her stable before I can save her boys!"  The officers just worked harder on getting her skin repaired as Cambridge tried to figure out just where the blood was coming and going from.  Rhea handed him a PADD.

"She's bleeding from the stomach.  The blood is moving into her lungs.  We need to get her suctioned and closed.  She's gonna die if this keeps up..."  Maxwell nodded.  He needed her stable.  It was that simple.  With the injuries she had sustained, it was hard to get where he needed to go.  There was no other choice.  They would have to fly by the seat of their pants as they went.  Wasn't anything new, wasn't anything different then before.  But before, they didn't have a half dead woman to contend with.  Quickly, he grabbed a scalpel and many of his older tools.  He'd have to do this by hand and with a lot of help.

"Team 3, get clamps and gauze.  We're going in...NOW!"  The voice reverberated over the room as officers turned, having only heard his voice that high once more twice.  Suddenly, through the door came a young man with very wide eyes and a phaser rifle in his hands.  A very tricked up rifle.  And something was definitely not right.

"YOU STAR FLEET BASTARDS!  THIS IS THE LAST TIME YOU KILL US!"  Cambridge turned and looked out the window.  Where the hell was security now.  Two of the doctors started to approach the young man and were quickly shot and brought to their knees.  "I HAVE A BOMB INSIDE ME!  AND YOU'D BETTER NOT CALL SECURITY IF YOU WANT TO LIVE!"  Two more officers fell to the floor as the young man rewarded their attempt to stop him.  Cambridge simply began to open Dervin's skin up, a race against time.  He began to speak, knowing the young man could hear him.

"You picked the absolute wrong time to walk into my sickbay, you sick little punk.  You just shot two of my doctors, two of my assistants in the biggest hour of operation.  Drop the gun and walk out!"

Rhea turned to him, her eyes wide.  Some told Cambridge she had scanned the young boy.  He just shook his head.  If it wasn't one thing, it was the other.  He couldn't spare another surgery team to try and stop whatever the boy was planning.  Now was the time to just waste the kid and send him packing into space.

"Heart rate is dropping again...holding steady, but she's still low chief!"  Cambridge had managed to get team two to clamp most of what he was dealing with, but blood spurted out onto his face again.  The young man roared.

"THE BLOOD OF INNOCENCE!  YOU BUTCHER!  YOU KILLED THEM ALL!"

Mac clamped the last blood letter and sighed as he went about repairing the rip he was facing.  Blood spilt out onto the table as the officer in the room worked, the officers outside cowered and the boy screamed manic after manic sentence.  No one moved to stop him.  For a crazed maniac, he had good aim and fast moves.  And no one in the Sickbay was armed.  Cambridge snagged several stitches and quickly sewed up what he could.

"Close.  Start getting the suction!  I need closing!"  He let go and moved to her upper chest and snagged the scanning reports.  Her lungs were deflated, of all things.  If they were going to save the young woman in front of them, they'd have to open her twice.  Then, the words Cambridge wanted to hear came to him.

"She's stable!  We've got her stable!"  

"Good.  Hold her.  I've got to kill someone."  Turning, his eyes burning in rage, the elder medical officer smashed through the door, his eyes greeting the screaming manic.

"YOU CAN DIE DOCTOR!  YOU KILLED THEM!  AND NOW..."

Before the boy could continue, Maxwell picked up a small table and flipped it off the floor straight at the gun that had taken four of his officers down.  The rifle rattled to the ground and was quickly picked up.  Mac waved them off as he continued on his way towards the slightly panicked boy.  Another table was off the floor and smashed against the legs of the young man.  He dropped to the floor, screaming in pain and trying to reach for whatever he could.  Cambridge sent a hovering biobed through the air, knocking the loudmouth rebel in the head, sending him sprawling to the floor and into a station, sending tools scattering.  Officers and panicked patients scatters as Maxwell picked up a chair in one hand and stalked the now retreating attacker.

"There is one rule I have on my duty shift.  You come in and ask for help and you get it.  And don't screw with me.  Guess what rule you broke..."  The boy brought his leg up to kick the CMO, but was rewarded with a swift slam from the chair, a crack emitting into the air as the legs snapped to the ground.  Cambridge closed in, chair raised.  He hesitated, seeing the fear in the eyes of his victim.  The boy moved to grab a chair himself and swung it towards the Chief Medical Officer.  What happened next was a blur.

The chair in the hand of the elderly man swung, snapping the boy in the head and leaving the body limp.  Then, without stopping to think, Maxwell Alexander Cambridge reached forward, picked the boy up and began to run him towards the storage room.

"Computer, open storage room 22...NOW!"  The door opened, and the limp body flew in the room as it was released.

"LOCK AND CLOSE!  NOW!"  There was a beep as Cambridge ran towards the other side of the room, the other medical officers and patients already doing so.  Suddenly the air exploded and nearly every piece of glass shattered in the room as fire exploded from out of the walls of the storage room.  Debris flew across the room as medical officers jumped to cover those they had sworn to protect.  The fire continued towards the cowering until it stopped fifteen feet for them, having already ripped several stations, biobeds and monitors.  The roar fell to a silent burning, as the fires were quickly extinguished by the systems.  Klaxons began to ring as the red alert in sickbay was activated.  Cambridge turned to Doctor Rhea Edison as she continued work on Dervin.  She nodded, giving the signal.  Things would manage for a moment without him.  They had until now.

"Chief Medical Officer Maxwell Alexander declaring a medical emergency at Verano Medical Center.  Begin activation of Otono Medical Center on Mars.  All medical officers and reserve medical officers, you are ordered activated and to proceed to Otono Medical Center.  All patients are to be transported planet side on the double.  Verano Medical Center is no longer operational.  Alert Center, go to Red Alert and began emergency warm up of transport shuttles.  All pilots, go to code red medical stations.  Computer, repeat message three times on the 10."  

The smoke was slowly being sucked into the ceiling as the environmental controls took their hand in trying to help out.  Cambridge turned back to the surgery room and noticed things were getting harrier there.  As he moved, he tapped commbadge.

"Cambridge to Anderson.  All injured go to Otono.  We've been bombed.  Cambridge out."  Entering the room, the Medical officer picked the tools up from Rhea and finished repairing Dervin.  The skin grafting was going well enough.  They couldn't move Dervin at this point.  She'd have to stay in the wreckage of the sickbay.   They worked slowly closing her up and moments later, moved her into what was left of the intensive care unit.  The five officers slowly hooked her up to the monitor and grafting machine as two volunteered to start the shift.  The other two left, heading for the small officer that had managed to stay untouched.  They would sleep for three hours, shower and come out and work and watch on the now slightly more stable officer.  Cambridge nodded to the two men and moved into his office, noting the glass lay in ruin all over the floor and his PADD on the floor, burned.  Sighing, he sat down on the chair and looked out his damaged office door.  

Verano was destroyed.  Only half of it remained.  And that half held Dervin.

"Cambridge to Lee.  You may want to see this.  Cambridge to Anderson.  Come to my office as soon as you can.  Out."

<reply Lee, Anderson, any, all>
<posted by SUlu>

Stardate:2406.03.05
(USS Firebrande: Jefferies Tube V-9 - TAC/SC/20 Pierce Orde - 0008)
 
~I do know one thing: this uniform's a loss.~ he thought as he wriggled through the Jefferies tubes back to the nearest corridor.
 
~I hope that there is a medkit on the bridge. I'm going to need something for this headache~
 
Pierce dabbed at the gash in his forehead. ~and this cut.~
 
Finally, after what seemed to be an enternity of crawling, Pierce slid out of the jefferies tube and onto the deck. He got up and ran to the nearest turbolift. After walking aboard the lift, he took it to the bridge, absentmidedly cleaning his eyeglasses.
 
(USS Firebrande: Bridge- TAC/SC/20 Pierce Orde - 0012)
 
The lift deposited Pierce onto the bridge, where he stopped short.
 
~Ms. Anderson.~
 
Letting the professional in him take over, he turned to Ensign Henderson.
 
"Status report." he said through the small persistant cloud of pain hovering right in the back of his head.
 
(Reply Rain iwy)
 
"So some casualties. No further damage to the ship. No secondary explosions." Henderson said.
 
~Wonderful. I must look like hell, what with this cut and all.~
 
Truth be told, Pierce did look like hell, what with the blood running down his forehead, splattered on his eyeglasses, and the numerous stains on his uniform. But the lieutenant somehow carried all this with a grace far beyond his years. It was as if he had become a different person entirely.
 
NRPG: And will be talking to a counselor about sometime.
RPG:

(Reply Rain, any)
(Posted by Lenox)

Stardate:2406.03.05
(USS Firebrande: Bridge- TAC/SC/20 Pierce Orde - 0017)
 
Rain interjected. "Lieutenant Orde. Please take a seat whilst I seal
that laceration on your head. I will also need to check for a
concussion."
 
Pierce closed his eyes, then opened them - suddenly reminded of exactly where he was.
 
~Not worth my time to protest. She'd pull medical rank on me in a heartbeat.~
 
He nodded, declipped his staff, took off his eyeglasses, and sat in the nearest chair, which happened to be the captain's chair.
 
"May I say that I got this little souvenir from my head hitting the back of a Jefferies tube and a panel cover hitting me in the front?"
 
(Reply Rain)
 
~And if I could find out why she hates me so, I would know everything.~
 
He rubbed the base of his neck with the compacted staff idly while Rain treated his gash. "Incidentally, I trust the people I dispatched to assist with the wounded ship proved useful?" he said, hoping to lighten the mood.
 
NRPG: 
Talk about your loaded questions. He hasn't read T'Pran's report yet. I'm guessing this would lead into the 'encounter' that would get her angry just by remembering it.
RPG:
 
(Reply Rain)
(Posted by Lenox)

Stardate:2406.03.05
(Valhalla, FCOs Quarters - Ensign Ralth Ra'Kir - 00.29)


Ralth jumped up from his bed. He'd felt the whole station lurch and the sound of an explosion had echoed through all structures. There had been a smaller tremor earlier, and it had somewhat woken him, but this new one was heavy. Of course, since he was on medical leave, no alert klaxons sounded in his cabin unless declaring a call-to-arms, evacuation or some other situation directly threatening him.

~Whoa, hold on. You're not supposed to go anywhere, you're still on medical leave. Never mind that you are going to get back to duty in the morning.~ he told himself, but got around to the computer screen in his room to see what was happening.

=^=Chief Medical Officer Maxwell Alexander declaring a medical emergency at Verano Medical Center.  Begin activation of Otono Medical Center on Mars.  All medical officers and reserve medical officers, you are ordered activated and to proceed to Otono Medical Center.  All patients are to be transported planet side on the double.  Verano Medical Center is no longer operational.  Alert Center, go to Red Alert and began emergency warm up of transport shuttles.  All pilots, go to code red medical stations.=^=

~They're going to need plenty of pilots... Perhaps I could help. Its not like I'm going back to sleep now anyways... And in an emergency, 'Starfleet officers are to act according to their own counsel and the directions of the regulations.'~ With that exact thought, Ralth got up and hastily donned his uniform.

In less then three minutes, he was out the door.

Stardate:2406.03.05
(Valhalla - Operations Center - Cmdr Richard Ian Lee - 00.30)

Lee turned in his seat at a new Red Alert went off. He flipped up his headset again, "What the Hell is it now?"

The monitors on his Command Console centered, and brought up the reason for Red Alert. Verano had been attacked."
 
=^=Chief Medical Officer Maxwell Alexander declaring a medical emergency at Verano Medical Center.  Begin activation of Otono Medical Center on Mars.  All medical officers and reserve medical officers, you are ordered activated and to proceed to Otono Medical Center.  All patients are to be transported planet side on the double.  Verano Medical Center is no longer operational.  Alert Center, go to Red Alert and began emergency warm up of transport shuttles.  All pilots, go to code red medical stations.  Computer, repeat message three times on the 10.=^=

Rich rubbed his eyes, "Security to Verano Medical Center." he said into the mic. 

~Now, What.~

=^=Cambridge to Lee.  You may want to see this.  Cambridge to Anderson. Come to my office as soon as you can.  Out.=^=

Lee stood, "Ops has the Conn, Admiral Jopek to Operations." 

He threw down the headset, and began making his way to the turbolift.

=^=Orde to Lee.=^=

"Go ahead, Chief." he growled. 

=^=I have a brief status report. Firestorm was wracked by an internal explosion. Cause is unknown as of yet. Ms. Dervin apparently was involved. However, she was injured and is currently receiving medical treatment. The ship's hull breach has a forcefield over it. Communications and life-support are still online. Shields are weapons are both down, as well as helm control. Starboard phasers are completely wrecked due to the explosion, and portside have not been repaired yet. Some injuries, including myself. A few casualties but no fatalities - yet. We were lucky, if one can call this luck.=^-

His heart skipped a beat, at the mention of Dervin. "If Lt Dervin caused the destruction of the Firestorm, Ill have her court-martialed." he said darkly to no one in particular. "Very well chief, secure the Firestorm in a docking bay of your choice, and make your way to Verano. I want a full lockdown of Utopia Planitia. Nothing gets in, nothing gets out. I don't care of God himself comes knocking at our gates, He is to be refused, and blow to hell if He tries forcing entry anyway. If this lockdown fails, I will have YOU in the brig and then drummed out of the service. I trust I make myself understood ?"

(reply: Orde)

Rich stepped into a turbolift. "Verano." he said.

Stardate:2406.03.05
(USS Firestorm: Bridge - TAC/SC/2O Pierce Orde - 0030)

Pierce watched Rain storm off the bridge.

~Argh.~

"Henderson, how much heat are we packing?"

"Sir?" Henderson replied with a puzzled look on her face.

"Ship's status." Pierce clarified.

"Oh. Shields are down, turbolift to deck 1 is still down. Sensors are off-line. The hull breach has been patched. Flux cannons are offline. Phasers are out too, and the few techs that are left are trying to arrest our spin. We do have communications and some life-support. No warp, no impulse. Helm is down."

~Wonderful.~

"Possibility of repairing the phasers?"

"Starboard phasers are completely shot. The explosion wrecked all the power relays in that area. The portside phasers are possibly repairable, but are still down from the fight."

"Thank you, ensign. Carry on - I have the conn."

Pierce walked over to the helm station and crawled beneath it.

~Maybe I can rig up a way to...~

"Agggh!!" he yelled as an electrical current burned his fingers.

~Shazbot!~

Pierce scrambled over to an emergency kit, and removed the burn ointment from it. He breathed a slight sigh of relief as the cooling ointment covered his burned fingers.

~I like my fingers well-done, thankyouverymuch.~

Remembering another bit of work to take care of, he pulled a comm headset out of the emergency kit and put it on.

"Orde to Security Office."

=/\=Security office, Crewman Maxwell here, sir.=/\=

"Report."

=/\=Someone just suicide-bombed Verono.=/\=
Pierce swore quietly. 
=/\=Aye sir, I agree. We're scraping what's left of him off the walls for a possible identity check.=/\=

"Any casualties?"

=/\=None reported. Half of the infirmary is a wreck, though.=/\=

"Seal off what you can, but do not impede any medical personnel. They have priority. We'll run a full investigation in the morning. Is the ASC awake?"

=/\=No, sir.=/\=

"Wake him. I need to be over here a short while longer, and I need him overseeing Valhalla. Roust every guard you can find, and start scanning everyone for explosives. Again, do not impede medical personnel or senior officers. As of now, Security is at full awareness."

=/\=Aye, sir.=/\=

"Orde out."

Pierce ran his unfried hand over some of the crusted blood that still clung to his forehead and hair, despite his attempts at removing it.

~At least the cut is closed. Finally, I can thank Rain for something other than the pain in my neck.~

"Orde to Lee."

(Reply Lee)

"I have a brief status report. Firestorm was wracked by an internal explosion. Cause is unknown as of yet. Ms. Dervin apparently was involved. However, she was injured and is currently receiving medical treatment. The ship's hull breach has a forcefield over it. Communications and life-support are still online. Shields are weapons are both down, as well as helm control. Starboard phasers are completely wrecked due to the explosion, and portside have not been repaired yet. Some injuries, including myself. A few casualties but no fatalities - yet. We were lucky, if one can call this luck."

~And in other news, Rain and I have not killed each other yet. Yet.~ he thought wryly.

(Reply Lee, any)
(Posted by Lenox)

Stardate:2406.03.05
Mars Complex- Strategic Operations- Command Center- R. ADM Kevel - 00.30)

Kevel sat in the command chair, reviewing and sending reports to Starfleet and noting in the logs of who had done what and generally having no fun doing endless paperwork.  Gerry turned quickly in his chair and snapped in the air.  "Explosion in progress at Verano Medical Center!  We have confirmation of suicide bomber!"  The Rear Admiral turned his head and growled as he let loose his commands once more.

"Red Alert, Condition 1.  Gerry, light us up.  Send message to all medical vessels and get anyone in there to support.  Get me a damage report!"  The command center lights once more darkened as Kevel pulled his mind back into action from the little rest it had been getting.  Where was Rulstead?  And why wasn't she here?  He enjoyed this as much as the next guy, but this was starting to look and feel like a war.

"Send to Valhalla Control from Starfleet Liaison, Rear Admiral.  Halt all traffic and activate all security officers and ships.  Gerry, activate USS Lion and any other ships we have in there.  This madness has got to stop."

Kevel quickly grabbed the headset and began to listen to the traffic as the staff began to move once more, keeping an eye on the damage report and live screens showing Valhalla and Verano on fire.


<reply Rulstead, Valhalla, any>
<posted by Sulu>


Stardate:2406.03.05
(USS Firestorm: Bridge - TAC/SC/2O Pierce Orde - 0033)

=/\=Very well chief, secure the Firestorm
in a docking bay of your choice, and make your way to Verano. I want a full lockdown of Utopia Planitia. Nothing gets in, nothing gets out. I don't care of God himself comes knocking at our gates, He is to be refused, and blow to hell if He tries forcing entry anyway. If this lockdown fails, I will have YOU in the brig and then drummed out of the service. I trust I make myself understood?=/\=

Pierce blinked twice, then replied. "Aye, sir. Not even God."

~I'll relay the message the next time I see Him.~

When Lee closed the channel, Pierce breathed a small sigh of relief. He then turned to Henderson. "Ensign, you have the conn. Get this ship towed to docking bay 15, and notify me when that is done."

"Aye aye, sir." Henderson replied.

"Pierce to Valhalla Transporter Control. One to beam directly to the Security Office. Energize."

He disappeared in a halo of light.

Stardate:2406.03.05
(Valhalla, Verano Medical - Ensign Ralth Ra'Kir - 00.33)

Ralth peered inside the medical as people poured out. He needed to find Cambridge or some other officer in charge before he took any patients out into space.

He started navigating the flow of people, keeping out of everyones way, once even jumping across an empty biobed to get out of the way. Finally, he spotted the doc and managed to get close enough to speak. Carefully, he chose a moment where a slight distraction wouldn't interfere with his operating on a severely wounded patient, one with a civilian-officers' uniform.

"Doctorr Cambridge, Ensign Ra'Kir. I'm a pilot without a shuttle, and you have people to trransport in critical condition. There's a medical rrunabout in hangarr bay Charlie that was in forr scheduled maintainance, and it's rready to go. It's got an OR and stabilizing equipment. Therre's only room for five critical patients, though, without using the stasis chamberrs."

(Reply Cambridge)
(Posted by Mikko Kari)

Stardate:2406.03.05
(Starbase Valhalla: Security Office - TAC/SC/2O Pierce Orde - 0034)

Pierce materialized in the security office, surprising John Maxwell in the process.

"Crewman, issue an order that all non-Starfleet ships are impounded until the end of this crisis, under the authority of the second officer and the security chief of the station. I want runabouts on the perimeter. Nothing gets in without either Jopek's, Lee's, or my say-so. Also, set a curfew for all non-starfleet personnel."

"Aye." John replied, and went straight to work.

NRPG: I can do this, right? ^_^
RPG:

"Have people been sent to secure Verono?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good. Carry on. Brief the ASC when he arrives, and turn operations over to him."

"Sir, Firestorm is signaling. They've ascertained the location of the explosion."

"Where?" Pierce asked, slightly anxious to know the answer.

"Jefferies tubes, section X-15."

"What's in that section?"

Maxwell took a moment to call up a schematic. "Starboard phaser power coupling and relay direct access.."

NRPG: Yep, Pat. Rick should be getting up soon. ;)
RPG:

"Right. Relay my thanks to Firestorm."

Pierce then walked out and around to the medical centre.

Stardate:2406.03.05
(Valhalla, Verano Medical - CMO Cambridge- 00.34)
 
Maxwell Alexander Cambridge had moved slowly from his office, his feet moving over crushed glass and other debris as the medical officers around the room moved quickly, getting whatever patients they could out of the room.  There were only a few left, five at his last count and they were waiting for a transport.  It seems with the explosion came other injuries on Valhalla, not to mention the Firebrande.  The Alert Center on Mars had already picked up command of the space in and around UP, directing ships to the damaged vessel and also in and around the station as the reports came in from engineering and other stations.  Moving towards Dervin, he checked her condition.  Her skin was burned something fierce and it was taking the two inside longer than they had projected.  Dervin wasn't out of the woods yet.  Then again, neither was anyone.
 
"Doctorr Cambridge, Ensign Ra'Kir. I'm a pilot without a shuttle, and you have people to trransport in critical condition. There's a medical rrunabout in hangarr bay Charlie that was in forr scheduled maintainance, and it's rready to go. It's got an OR and stabilizing equipment. Therre's only room for five critical patients, though, without using the stasis chamberrs."
 
The catlike creature in front of him had come up to him quietly and broke the thoughts of the Chief Medical Officer.  He wearily turned, the blood still on his face and uniform.
 
"These five need transport to Otono.  That young lady, Rhea Edison over there will be able to help you.  After you get them down there, see if you can get some repair crews back up here.  We need Verano back up and running again."  He sighed and turned to the half of the room that had been destroyed.
 
<raith?>

Stardate:2406.03.05
(Mars Complex- Strategic Operations, Rulestaad's Office - Capt Jenna Rulestaad - 00.35)

=^=Red Alert, Condition 1.  Gerry, light us up.  Send message to all medical vessels and get anyone in there to support.  Get me a damage report!=^=

Jenna looked at the map again as the entire center went into full gear. She hugged herself again as she looked from one padd to the other, then to her desktop monitor. She had locked herself in here and disabled the sensors so she could have time to think, and right now that thinking wasn't to bright. So far, the Starfleet Rep had been doing her job, she should be the one on the floor right now. 

Oh, she should have been, but she was terrified of stepping out there and trying to command all the resources of Starfleet in this area. She knew what had to be done, she had drawn up a plan already.. But ... But... 

She closed her eyes. This was her duty, she HAD to do it. 

Still she sat. 

A small sob escaped her lips, and she covered her face as the alarms went on around her. For several moments she sat here, lost in her helplessness. She was supposed to be a mid-level command officer in Stratops, a tech.. Someone who observed data and passed suggestions up the line. She wasn't supposed to be in the office or in the closed command center, overlooking all of Strategic Operations in this sector! She shook her head, reached out for another sedative pill, and dry swallowed it. 

After a few moments her heard slowed, and she was able to take a deep breath. She was going to have to go out sooner then later, or she was going to end up tossed in the brig until the end of time. 

She stood, and grabbed a PADD with shaking hands. She could act, she had acted before. It would be a stretch, but she was sure she could play the confident officer for at least a short period of time, until she could safely escape back to her office again. 

Rulestaad closed her eyes, took another deep breath, then said "Computer, unlock the office doors."

She heard a click, then strode out into the hallway that lead to the Closed Ops center. She walked over, not looking one way or another, and stepped onto the small lift. It brought her quickly to the door, where she put a carefully controlled hand on the pad for identification. "Rulestaad, Alpha six five beta." she said in a quiet voice. 

The triple sealed doors opened, and she strode in. Admiral Kevel was sitting in her command seat, overlooking through the glass at the rest of Stratops. The Main Status boards on the far wall were all lit up, one devoted entirely to Sol System and the alerts that were going off. Utopia Planitia had fully revived the Mars Defense Perimeter, Fighter Squadrons and the Fighter Carrier Zhukov all glowed brightly in their standard Alert 1 positions in-system. All the platforms were hot, and the First Fleet had left Earth to join the line. 

"My God, we really are standing a line." she said to herself. She shook her head, and in her best loud voice she could muster said "Captain Rulestaad is taking command of all Strategic Forces in Sol System and for two parsecs around."

Heads turned, then looked back. She walked up to one of the monitors, and risked a quick glance at Kevel. She hoped he didn't take expectation to her suddenly taking command back. Before her gaze could let him know just how insecure she was, she turned back to the encryption expert. "A message to the 30th and 17th fleets," she began as she handed over her PADD. "They are to take these positions and go to standing yellow alert. If any unidentified ship comes near, they are to detain the ship."

She looked around, "New orders to all ships within 10 light-years of
Earth,   Rules of Engagement of unknown ships has been changed to
Contingency Package Blue.  Rules of Engagement for known enemy vessels within Five light-years of Earth has been upgraded to Contingency Package Red."

NRPG: 
I suppose I should explain a bit about the Rules of Engagement. Generally, the Rules of Engagement for Starfleet ships is you do *not* fire on another ship unless they fire on you, or you plan on explaining your reasons to the Federation Council once you are done.  There are a few exceptions to that, however.  During Wartime, the Rules of Engagement change to "Contingency Package Red: Weapons Free/Unrestricted Warfare against all Enemy and Affiliated vessels"  Starfleet Still has to accept things like surrenders, but they don't have to stop and ask permission to open fire on known enemy ships. 

There are a few others, here and there. Contingency Blue would be a step between Peace and War, it gives the Captain more autonomy, but doesn't give them full permission to fire without provocation either. 

RPG:
She watched a couple people blink. The odds that an enemy force would be found near Earth were VERY VERY remote, but even so, usually diplomacy and armed escort back home would be used. She just gave all Starfleet vessels in the area permission to open fire, a declaration that their presence was an act of war and would not be tolerated.

She took a deep breath, drawing on what strength she did have, and waited for the opportunity to escape once again.

(reply: Kevel, any)
(posted by Trout)

Stardate:2406.03.05
(USS Firestorm - Main Engineering - ACMO Anderson - 0035)

Rain directed the medical assistants as she tried to stabilise the young technician for transport. The plasma burns to his face were severe and he had clearly used his hands to shield himself as they were charred beyond recognition. His vitals were weak but he was responding to treatment.

She concentrated on what she was doing, rather than on her encounter with Lieutenant Orde, which in only resulted in her anger rising.

"He's almost ready for transport. I just want to raise his blood pressure a few more points."

She continued to scan and hope.

=^=Cambridge to Anderson.  All injured go to Otono.  We've been bombed. Cambridge out.=^=

She couldn't respond so she just panicked instead. She was imagining ghastly scenes back at Verano but at least the CMO was still alive, which gave some glimmer of hope.

"We'd better get him down to Otono. I need to return to the station to see if there is anything I can do. Get him sent out as quickly as you can. I'll see you down there."

"Anderson to all medical teams. Report to Otono Medical Centre with your wounded. None are to be transported to Verano."

She made her way to the transporter room on board the Firestorm. She knew the Valhalla's resources would be pretty tied up about now.

=^=Cambridge to Anderson.  Come to my office as soon as you can.  Out =^=

(Starbase Valhalla - Verano Medical Centre - ACMO Anderson - 0056)

Rain materialised in the CMO's office and her first reaction was to cough when the choking smoke and smell of burning flesh reached her lungs.

Cambridge was not behind his desk and Rain ventured out to find him. The room was pandemonium and there were injured everywhere.

She activated the EMH, thinking that another hand would not go astray.

"Please state the nature of the medical emergency."

"Ensure that all patients are stabilised and coordinate with other staff to have all transferred to the Otono Medical Centre" she rasped.

She moved off before he could ask any questions in search of the CMO. She found him staring worriedly at a young woman who Rain vaguely remembered from her first mission on board.

"What would you like me to do first?" She said.

(Reply CMO, any)
(Posted by Wendy Keen)

Stardate:2406.03.05
(Valhalla - Verano Medical Center - CMO Cambridge - 00.40)

After the errant pilot had left, Cambridge had turned to his sickbay, now in ruins.  Slowly, he began to pick up a few shards of debris that had landed on the ground.  Putting them into piles, the elder doctor soon tired of this, as his emotions were running every single scope imaginable.  On one hand, he had just killed a boy, but on the other he had saved Verano and life inside.  The end kill continued to haunt him in replay.  He had sworn to keep death and destruction out of his sickbay when he had started so very long ago.  Now, he had brought it storming his gates, head reared forward and screaming.  It was a price that never should have been paid.  Cambridge looked up to see the first office, Richard Lee enter the room.

He moved towards the slightly operational area as Mac moved back into his office.  The walls had holes in them, but engineering could fix that.  The glass and fiberglass had shattered, leaving no privacy to the commanding officer of the medical department, fleet and operations for Utopia Planitia.  Looking up, he found Lee leaning towards Dervin.

It was an interesting relationship everyone on station shared, some of them closer while others sworn enemies.  Maxwell had joined Rain in her distaste for the security department, but he was now rueing his decision.  It was something he still had trouble deciding.  For now, security was on his side, as many had taken on his home and were working through it.

Another figure entered the hallowed wasteland.  Orde, or in Rain's world, Satan.  Taking a deep breath, the doctor stood and ambled his way out of his destroyed office and moved to Dervin as Orde began to speak to Lee.  Giving both men a nod, he went to check up on Dervin.

"Sir, I'm... sorry."

Taking his readings, Maxwell checked her eyes.  Dervin was slightly more conscious, but still not responding to light or sound.  Her brain waves had increased in the last five minutes and her heart was coming up to normal, but she still wasn't breathing on her own and her skin was still dead.  The machine hummed as it slowly worked it's way up her body.  Taking dead skin and replanting fresh cells was intricate and slow.  And it would take time.  Time to keep an officer alive.

(Reply Lee)

"I believe that, had I worked on the phasers rather than the flux cannons, the explosion would never had happened."

A small alarm began to ring on the monitor and Cambridge quickly looked up, moving already as he read it.  Her breathing was slowing and her lungs were collapsing.  Why, it wasn't apparent.  Not wishing to alarm anyone, especially the two men in front of him, Maxwell calmly snatched a small tool and put his hand into the gloves and began to scan over her upper chest.  It was confirmed.  She would be dead within minutes if he didn't find out.  THe small alarm grew in volume slightly, Cambridge turning to both Lee and Orde and just nodding, as if everything was ok.  Jonathan Stone walked up, the epitome of calm.

(Reply Lee)

"Sir, I've had very non-starfleet ship impounded until all this is over. Also, I have security personnel patrolling the perimeter in runabouts. Message buoys have been placed. Nothing gets in or out without the Admiral's or your say-so. I've also had the damaged section sealed off pending the arrival of a forensics team. Curfew has been established for non-starfleet personnel. All in all, what is left of the situation is under control."

Stone ignored the officers talking and took the other side with gloves and began to work his tools.  The blood level was stable, the heart level was stable and everything was holding.  Except the most crucial part in all of it.  Her breathing.  There was coughing from within her throat, but the tube didn't allow it up further.  Cambridge frowned as he checked his scanner again and tapped in commands to the monitor.

"Oh boy.  One of the seams is coming loose.  I think I can stop if from going any further.  Problem is, we have to take this protection shield off."  Stone finished it for him in monotone. 

"And if we do, we expose the cleaned and sterilized skin to possible infection from whatever is in the air.  And we both know what's in our air right now."  A klaxon sounded and Maxwell just shook his head.

"Take it off.  We've got no choice.  On 3."  The Sterilized Protection unlocked and was quickly set on the floor as the monitors began to scream and lights began to flash.  All in all, it was Red Alert in sickbay all over again.  Cambridge snagged a small device and quickly ran it over Dervin's stomach, hoping he didn't have to open her up again.  They didn't have the facilities or the equipment here.  Transport was out of the question.

"Come on girl...can't lose you now."  The device clicked and beeped a few times as the breathing monitor equaled out.  Fluid was still in her lungs, but that could be taken out.  The stitch was holding now.  Quickly, both doctors placed the sealing back on the table.  Maxwell activated the cleaning procedure to check the woman's skin and then activated another command.  From the tub in the mouth, a smaller tub slid down the throat and quickly drained the lungs.  The klaxons turned off and lights stopped flashing.  Stone gave a blank stare and moved off.  Cambridge turned to both Orde and the First Officer.

"Welcome to hell.  We've got some angles on loan."  The CMO turned to the room and gestured.

"Total loss.  Including one young terrorist."

<reply, Lee, Orde, any, all>
<posted by SUlu>

Stardate:2406.03.05
(Valhalla - Verano Medical Center - Cmdr Richard Ian Lee - 00.40)

Richard looked around the center, his arms crossed and lips thinned. It was the same thing he had gotten used to seeing time and time again after battle, only in this case it was a bomb. He shifted his position and looked at the section that was still whole and functioning. Patients were being prepped for movement, some were being beamed directly away. 

And in one corner, one he had tried very hard not to look up to this point, was Tanya. 

He sighed, closed his eyes for a few moments, then walked over. 

She was a mess, whatever had happened on the Firestorm had ripped her to pieces for all practical purposes. He licked his lips, all the time trying to force himself into his usual state of mind.. She was just a casualty, he had seen hundreds or thousands in his whole career. 

It wasn't working, however. 

He bent close to her burned figure, and put his hand on the sheet next to her hand, he didn't want to hurt her more. Into her ear, he whispered very lowly. "I know you can hear me, you cast iron b*tch. You are to hard headed to let this, or much of anything else, stop you. I am going to count on that, Tanya.. If you die on me now, I swear to God I will find a way to torment you in the afterlife, much the same way you already torment my dreams.  Come back, recover... That's an order, the most important one I will ever give."

He looked down at her hand, closed his eyes, then looked back at her burned face. "And I love you." he all but breathed. 

Rich stood up when he heard footsteps behind him, that would probably be Doctor Maxwell, or possibly Orde. He needed to talk to both, he wished to talk to neither. With a sigh, he turned to face whoever it was.

(reply: Whomever, Maxwell, Orde, any)
(posted by Trout)

Stardate:2406.03.05
(Starbase Valhalla: Verono Medical Centre - SC Pierce Orde - 0043)

He surveyed the damaged centre around him. Once a monument to life, only the faint smell of death and destruction permeated the room. 

~Dammit, this is NOT how this place is supposed to look!~

He saw Commander Lee in one of the corners, keeping silent vigil over someone. Pierce walked up softly to talk with the commander. Past Lee, Pierce recognized the burned and battered Tanya Dervin.

~And I thought I looked bad.~

Apparently, the nexus of the explosion had happened in Jefferies tube section X-15, where some of the power couplings for the starboard phasers resided.

~Dervin was going to repair the phasers...~

Pierce bit back a muttered curse.

Finally, he addressed Lee. "Sir, I'm... sorry."

(Reply Lee)

"I believe that, had I worked on the phasers rather than the flux cannons, the explosion would never had happened."

(Reply Lee)

He assumed a more formal bearing.

"Sir, I've had very non-starfleet ship impounded until all this is over. Also, I have security personnel patrolling the perimeter in runabouts. Message buoys have been placed. Nothing gets in or out without the Admiral's or your say-so. I've also had the damaged section sealed off pending the arrival of a forensics team. Curfew has been established for non-starfleet personnel. All in all, what is left of the situation is under control."

While he spoke, he absentmindedly brushed at the dried blood on his face.

(Reply Lee, any)
(Posted by Lenox)

Stardate:2406.03.05
(Valhalla - Verano Medical Center - Cmdr Richard Ian Lee  - 00.44)

"Sir, I'm... sorry."

Lee crossed his arms, "Unless there is something that I am missing, I doubt you can be assigned blame for doing your duty."

"I believe that, had I worked on the phasers rather than the flux cannons, the explosion would never had happened."

Rich turned his head to face the bed when he heard a small alarm, then turned back to Orde. "Possibly, possibly not." he said after a few moments consideration. "Accidents happen."

~Ooooh, that took something to say.~

The Security Chief took on a slightly more professional look, then said "Sir, I've had very non-Starfleet ship impounded until all this is over. Also, I have security personnel patrolling the perimeter in runabouts. Message buoys have been placed. Nothing gets in or out without the Admiral's or your say-so. I've also had the damaged section sealed off pending the arrival of a forensics team. Curfew has been established for non-Starfleet personnel. All in all, what is left of the situation is under control."

"Good."

Rich turned back to face the bed, there was a lot more activity all the sudden. 

"Oh boy.  One of the seams is coming loose.  I think I can stop if from going any further.  Problem is, we have to take this protection shield off."  one of the Doctors said.

Rich frowned, and crossed his arms as he watched, Orde now forgotten. 

"And if we do, we expose the cleaned and sterilized skin to possible infection from whatever is in the air.  And we both know what's in our air right now."  said Maxwell. 

~What the hell.~

"Take it off.  We've got no choice.  On 3.  Come on girl...can't lose you now."  

Rich watched the doctors work, then the alarms started going off again. Rich let out a ragged breath, one he hadn't been aware of that he had been holding. 

Maxwell turned to them. "Welcome to hell.  We've got some angles on loan."  The CMO turned to the room and gestured. "Total loss.  Including one young terrorist."

Rich kept his face on Tanya. "The 'young terrorist' should be roasting in hell right about now, just where be belongs."  He dry swallowed, and licked dry lips. "How is Ta- Doctor Dervin." Rich asked, finally turning his attention to Maxwell. "And don't bother coating anything, or trying to cover up the truth." he said, his face tired. 

(Reply Maxwell)

Rich took the news with as much aplomb as he could manage. He closed his eyes for a moment, then turned his head to face Orde. "Carry on, Lieutenant. All orders stand, and while you are at it.. Get a team to sift through this place."

(reply: if desired)

Rich started walking away after one last glance at Tanya, then tapped his badge. "Lee to Engineering. Coordinate with Security and get Verano cleaned up and patched."

(reply any, all mentioned)
(posted by Trout)

Stardate:2406.03.05
(Mars Complex- Strategic Operations, Command Center - R. Admiral Kevel - 00.45)

Kevel sat in the command chair, watching the monitors.  He'd put the alert up and Gerry had likewise lighted everything possible to the outside world.  For now, it was edgy, waiting for the next piece of news.  He shifted and heard the doors open behind him, but choose to ignore them as he was listening to the reports in his ear.  Verano was hit hard, along with Valhalla and Firebrande.  Three ships, two attacks from what he could gather.  It wasn't a good ratio.  Not at all.

"My God, we really are standing a line."

Kevel turned and spotted Rulestaad, his eyebrow up.  Something was amiss and although the veteran admiral knew how to read officers, Jenna was proving a mystery.  But each time she appeared, her outer wall chipped and cracked foot by foot.  Kevel stood as she made the orders, in a voice that sounded slightly off.

"Captain Rulestaad is taking command of all Strategic Forces in Sol System and for two parsecs around."

Kevel stepped down from the chair and moved to the side where the other temporary chair sat.  It could be removed in moments and for now, the Rear Admiral chose to stand.

"Rear Admiral Richard Kevel turning command to Captain Rulestaad.  Computer, note time and logs."  He nodded to her as she slipped a glimpse at him and for but a moment he thought he saw something he had seen earlier in her eyes.  From this distance, it was very difficult to tell.  He quickly logged it back in his mind.  He was just content to be out of the center chair for a bit until he understood everything about this place.

"A message to the 30th and 17th fleets, they are to take these positions and go to standing yellow alert. If any unidentified ship comes near, they are to detain the ship."

"New orders to all ships within 10 light-years of Earth,   Rules of Engagement of unknown ships has been changed to Contingency Package Blue.  Rules of Engagement for known enemy vessels within Five light-years of Earth has been upgraded to Contingency Package Red."

It was a hard line call she had just uttered, but for Kevel, he agreed.  More force and more holding of the walls was needed.  Two attacks in the same day were a cause for serious alarm.  And serious alarms were going off.  He once more looked to her as she still stood away from the chair.  He raised an eyebrow and sensed hesitation.  Or was it something else.  He was having trouble pinning it down.  Kevel spoke.

"Captain Rulestaad, the chair is yours..."

Rulstaad turned to look at him, but didn't move.  Kevel raised the other eyebrow.  Was is actually fear he was seeing in her?  That trouble the admiral greatly.  The chair began to beep as communications came through the headset on the chair.

"Captain Rulestaad...the chair is yours.  The communication link is active..."

She still didn't move.  Kevel furrowed his brow now as he moved towards her slowly.  As he got closer, he looked hard at her and for once, closely at her eyes.

"The command chair Captain..."

<reply Rulestaad, any>
<posted by SUlu>
Stardate:2406.03.05
(Starbase Valhalla - Verano Medical Center - CMO Cambridge - 0056)
 
The room had filled up again quickly with those injured from the explosion on the sickbay level and even more were coming in from the daily routine, even as the Alert Center was trying their hardest to divert all shuttles to Otono Medical.  For now, Cambridge held vigil over the destroyed sickbay, doing his best to tend to those around him with the limited medical staff he had with him.  Most were simple injuries that could wait, but others needed attention in surgery and intensive care.  The room itself was in chaos, as half of it was unusable.  His attention once more focused on Dervin, who in the last ten minutes had lost heartbeat and regained it once more.  It was touch and go.
 
"What would you like me to do first?"  Cambridge turned at the familiar voice and smiled thinly.
 
"Too many to count Ms. Anderson, too many to count.  Report on the Firebrande?"
 
<reply raith, anderson, any, all>
<posted by Sulu>

Stardate:2406.03.05
(Tug 11, Pilot Officer Bob, Cockpit - 0100)

"USS Firestorm, this is Tug 11, prepare for hook-up and towing to Bay 15.", said Bob, piloting his glorified tractor beam with engines.

He swung the tub around sharply and headed beneath the starship.

"Engaging tractor beam now.", he said, pressing the controls that shot out the energy beam aft his little ship.

"Computer, rig the beam for towing. and engage thrusters, ahead slow."

Stubbornly at first, the tug managed to make headway against the ship that was reluctant to come alone. Monitoring the sheer stresses on the hull, Bob managed to get up to half thrusters, enough speed make short work of the trip to Docking Bay 15.
Stardate:2406.03.05
(Tug 11, Pilot Officer Bob, Cockpit - 0130)

=^= Tug 4 and 15 are in position. =^=

The other tugs had clasped alongside the Firestorm both port and starboard, when the beam was released, they guided her into bay, easily the smaller ship fitted and once inside, powerful tractor beams grabbed the ship, bringing her to a halt. The other tugs detached and headed back home.

As for Bob, he had another job to do, he had to move some cargo containers out the way before someone ran into them over by Starbase Valhalla.

The Firestorm herself was being attached to the docking bay, cords were attached to provide everything from power to sanitation, a docking arm was extended and a small team approached the hatch, no doubt, eager to take out the wounded and begin repairs.

(Reply from None)
(Posted by Anthony Keen)

Stardate:2406.03.05
(Starbase Vahalla, Admiral's Office - FCO Ensign Ralth Ra'Kir - 0900)

"Welcome back, Ensign - we missed you at the last meeting, let me bring you up to speed. At ease Ensign, take a seat."

Ralth relaxed a bit, nodded and sat down, taking care to keep his tail tucked in behind the open-backed chair and not twitching nervously.

"In about two weeks, we're getting a new fighter wing assigned here at Utopia Planitia. I want you to prepare for their arrival, the fighters themselves are on the way, and they should be here tomorrow.", said the Admiral, passing Ralth a PADD, which he quickly scanned through.

"Coordinate with Captain Rulestaad to setup and operate a Fighter Wing here, although the pilots are assigned to us, I want you to ask for and train current senior officers to fly the Mako Fighter, we could use the backup crew."

"Verry well, Admiral. I'll get on it as soon as I get to my office." Ralth said, already working out a few possibilities.

~I'm going to have to get my fighter pilot wings... There's no way I could control them otherwise. And it just might be fun, too.~

"Find, build and then populate the new Flight Squadron base and hangar. They don't have a name yet, see if you can think one up for them. If you need any help, tell me or Captain Rulestaad, understood Ensign?", said Jopek.

"Underrstood, Admiral. I was thinking that since Yard 7 is currently too small and too outdated forr use as a full construction yard, we could salvage whateverr we can frrom the remains of Yard 6 and make them into a hangarr forr the squadron. Perhaps we could then eitherr securre it into the main station orr keep it as a separate unit that can be moved arround the base area as needed..." Ralth fell silent, seeing that he was almost rambling.

(Reply Jopek?)

He gathered his thoughts for a second. "I'll need to check with Capt. Rulestaad, and to see to the placement of the fighterrs and theirr deck crrews. When the pilots arrive, I'd like to meet them, as well. We'll be working closely togetherr, afterr all."

(Reply Jopek)

"Very good Ensign, dismissed.", said the Admiral, returning to his work.

Ralth rose, saluted quickly and left through the door, his mind already working on the problems.
Stardate:2406.03.05
(Starbase Vahalla, Corridor 1, Deck 2- Ensign Ralth Ra'Kir - 0910)

"Computerr, note to all seniorr officerrs. 'Volunteers forr fighterr pilot training and forr backup pilots forr ourr new fighterr squadron, file official request to the FCO beforre day afterr tomorrow, courrses starting in two weeks time'."

He tapped his commbadge. "Ra'Kir to Captain Rulestaad. Captain, I'm currently tasked with organizing the new fighterr squadrons move.

With you'rr permission, and pending admiral Jopek's approval, I'd like to sketch out a plan to converrt Yard 7 into a hangarr bay, barracks and a fighterr command center forr the squadron."

(Reply Rulestaad)

Ralth stepped inside the turbolift. "Brridge, Flight Control section."
Stardate:2406.03.05
(Starbase Vahalla, Corridor 1, Deck 2- Ensign Ralth Ra'Kir - 0914)

Ralth stormed inside the Flight Control, checked the boards quickly and, nodding at the Flight Officer of the Watch as he passed, walked inside his office.

There was a stack of PADDs piled on his table, reports on activity, crew assessment, report of the recent attack with captions from the radar logs for illustration.

This last one captured Ralths attention for a moment, before it again wandered to the two PADDs he got from the admiral.

~Converting a small construction yard shouldn't be too difficult. There's well enough room to house the pilots and the deck- and tech crews in relative luxury, even though it does come close to about five hundred men.

The fighter bays'll need some thought, though. We need to be able to launch them faster then normal to keep something like that... Suicide attack from ever happening again. Perhaps some kind of sling, or thruster to give them a boost out of the bay...~

He filed the thought for later, and concentrated on orchestrating the arrival of the fighters. ~I'll need most of docking pad Charlie to get all the ships fit so that they can be launched easily. Better organize that right away...~

Soon, he was deeply engrossed in his work.

(Reply Jopek, Rulestaad)
(Posted by Mikko Kari)

Stardate:2406.03.05
(Starbase Valhalla, SFI Command Centre, 09.30)
 
Fiona'd slept well, glad to finally have all that skin pigmentation off of her face, while there was something mystical and alluring about playing the part of another, sometimes she began to wonder if she spent her entire life trying to pass herself off as something she was not, then what exactly was she?  A con artist?  Her lot in life had been, thus far, to represent herself as something false, and in that process, what had that told her about herself?  That she was false, or her pretence was nothing more than a wig that didn't come off?  It wasn't something that usually plagued her, nor was it something that she'd ever permit to interfere with her work.  However, all the same, she couldn't help the occasional ponderance in that direction.
 
"Morning Ensigns, I won't use the word good for obvious reasons.  What have you to report?"  Lieutenant Marsland asked as he gestured a hand to the seat before him.
 
"Sadly I was not able to gather any information on this subject, it seems that there is *something* but I apparently do not possess the security level intelligence clearance to access it.  The station has confirmed that the explosion emanating from the Firestorm was caused by a spark igniting the contents of the damaged hydrogen conduit.  However, as for the freighter, that seemed to turn up even more questions than answers."
 
(Reply Dupree)
 
"Excellent work." Marsland stated, "Between myself and SFIHQ, we've managed to find ourselves some suspects.  A secretive and colourful group known as The Final Way would appear to be responsible, and here's the sticky part, last I hear Captain Remae Ktell's brother was pretty high-up in this organisation.  Both Admiral Jopek and Captain Remae have requested SFI's assitance with their investigation so the good news is we get to leave our little hiding hole for a little while, but not before some of your excellent disgusie skills change our appearance."
 
O'Connor nodded as she listened to the detailled plan that he presented for them.  ~Once more into the breech~  She thought as she was preparing to transform herself again into that which she was not.

Stardate:2406.03.05
(Starbase Valhalla, Admiral Jopek's Office, Ensign Nelon (aka O'Connor), 12.00)
 
Fiona nervously rubbed the bridge of her nose.  ~at least it's not Klingon Cranial ridges, or heaven forbid an extra pair of arms or two~  she reasoned as she again touched the cartlidge marking that denoted those of bajoran heritage.
 
"Admiral Jopek, allow me to introduce Ensign Nelon and Ensign Bonn, I'm Lieutenant Davis.  SFIHQ has assigned us here to assist you in the investigation of the attack on this facility."
 
Fiona let her eyes wander, while she stood at attention.  She was taking in every facet of the room, looking everywhich way.  There was no detail that could be overlooked.  She was working in what she deemed 'conspiracy theory' mode.  Every word and or action could have a meaning, could have something else behind it, it was just a matter of them noticing it before something drastic happened.  Perhaps it was nothing at all, but then again, perahps....
 
"Welcome aboard and we appreciate your coming out here; our conversation with SFI on Earth was less than informative."
 
~the true SFI way, say something but really of no intrinsic value.~  Fiona mused.
 
"Captain Remae and Commander Lee have brought me up to speed on what they have found out.  If this 'Final Way' group is intent on waging a terrorist war, I need to know as soon as possible.  Commander Lee and Captain Remae are at yoru disposal.
 
Unless there are any questions, I am eager for you to begin your investigation."
 
Fiona had a series of questions that immediately popped to mind, but none of them could be asked -- not yet, she had to wait until the time was right.  This wasn't it.  She watched the other two officers to see if they would ask any questions.  She was waiting, the time would come eventually.
 
(Reply Others?)
 
"Dismissed then."  Jopek stated as he turned his attention back to the plethora of PADDs that adorned his desk.
 
The trio walked awkardly out the door.  Fiona turned to the Lieutenant and the Ensign.  "I think we should start with Remae.  He may be able to shed some light onto his brother, no?"
 
(Reply Marsland, Dupree)
(Posted by Katherine Mazurok)

Stardate:2406.03.05
(Starbase Valhalla – Outside Jopek’s Office – SFICO Lt(SG) Dario Marsland –
1205)

"I think we should start with Remae.  He may be able to shed some light onto his brother, no?" stated Nelon (O’Connor) once the three SFI agents left Jopek’s office.

“Agreed,” replied Marsland. “Ensign Bonn (Dupree), liaise with Commander Lee and find out all he has learnt through his investigations, we need as many heads working together on this as possible. Meanwhile, Ensign Nelon and I will have a chat with Captain Ktell. We’ll meet back here at 1500 hours.”

“Aye sir!” replied Bonn as she turned and made her way over to where Commander Lee was working.

Dario lead the disguised Ensign O’Connor over to where Captain Ktell sat ar a console reviewing the data that had been compiled over the past 13 hours.

“Captain Ktell,” interrupted Dario “Lieutenant Davis of SFI, this is Ensign Nelon. Mind if we find somewhere private to chat?”

“Of course not,” replied Ktell somewhat shortly.
Stardate:2406.03.05
(Starbase Valhalla, Admiral Jopek's Office, Captain Remae Ktell - 12.10)

With Commander Lee in tow, Remae had just heard from a source on the Federation Council about another attack in the distance sector, 25462.

"Yes Admiral, I understand, I'll arrange it as soon as I can. Jopek out.", said the Admiral, closing down a communication with headquarters.

"I see you already know.", said Remae, looking over at Commander Lee and quickly explaining another attack, suspected by the 'Final Way'.

Dismissed, Remae left the CO and the FO to work out what to do next, before long, he had another problem on his hands, SFI wanted a little chat!
Stardate:2406.03.05
(Starbase Valhalla - Admiral Jopek's Office - Cmdr Richard Ian Lee -
12.13)

"We've got new orders, Commander, or rather, our Security Chief has.",

Rich frowned, and looked down at the PADD. He reached up and rubbed through the stubble that he had growing, and shook his head. 

~Wonderful.~

"Make sure he doesn't get himself killed Commander, dismissed."

"Yes, Sir." he said. 

He turned on his heel with PADD in hand, there were details to be worked out.

NRPG: More coming, within the next half hour or so... 

(reply none)
(posted by Trout)
Stardate:2406.03.05
(Starbase Valhalla, Admiral Jopek's Office, Captain Remae Ktell - 12.13)

Remae had just left the room and the Vulcan looked over at his First
Officer and basically threw across a PADD for him to catch with the
attack details, the loss of the ships and station.

"We've got new orders, Commander, or rather, our Security Chief has.",
said Jopek giving the Commander a moment to read the PADD with the
mission details on it.

(Reply from Lee)

"Make sure he doesn't get himself killed Commander, dismissed.", said
the Admiral, working on his computer and opening communication channels
across the Federation.

Stardate:2406.03.05
(Meeting Room – 1215)

Once the officer had entered the room and took their seats, Dario began.

“So, Captain Ktell, is there anything you’d like to share with us concerning The Final Way? I’m sure you know what, or should I say, whom I refer to?”

Both Dario and O’Connor waited patiently for Ktell’s reply. Dario hoped O’ Connors Betaziod heritage was going to help here.

(Reply from Jopek, Lee, Ktell, all SFI Agents)
(Posted by Ian Walker)

Stardate:2406.03.05
(Starbase Valhalla, Meeting Room, Captain Remae Ktell - 12.20)

Remae had been called into the meeting room by Starfleet Intelligence, not for the first time in his career.

"So, Captain Ktell, is there anything you'd like to share with us concerning The Final Way? I'm sure you know what, or should I say whom I refer to?"

"Captain Remae please, Lieutenant Davis. I've managed to put two and two together about my brother, as I have just informed Commander Lee and Admiral Jopek.", said Remae, taking a seat in the meeting room.

"He gave me the information and then disappeared, hes not on the station, or the Spectre or anywhere else. Wherever John is, hes fighting his own war, on his own terms, I don't condone what he has done. but let me ask you this, Mr Davis :

Why did he tell me about them in the first place?

It wasn't to protect us, he told as after the incident.

It wasn't to save himself, hes not around to be saved.

Involved or not hes giving us an open door and a lead we didn't have before about the working of the 'Final Way' group."

Remae looked up and continued.

"A few moments ago, I spoke to Starfleet Command about my findings and my ideas, if I know them, they are going to try and stop them before another hit. I assume you heard about the latest incident? It happened less than 30 minutes ago."

The Bajoran passed over a PADD detailing the attack in Sector 25462 and the loss of the ships and monitoring station from an attack by a ship that was suspected of travelling into the subspace river at Utopia Planitia.

(Reply from SFIers?)

"Do you have any other questions, Mr Davis?", said Remae, wondering what SFI would do now.

(Reply from Dario, Any)
(Posted by Anthony Keen)

Stardate:2406.03.05
(Mars Administration District -  Stratops Command - Cmdr Richard Ian Lee
- 13.00)

=^=Commander Lee, have Mr. Orde report to my office please, Jopek out.=^=

Rich rubbed his eyes, "Aye..." he said to himself as Jenna yawned and grabbed a set of stim-pills for both of them. This was the most he had seen of her since the change over, and this was the longest they had been *nearly* alone for that same amount of time. It still made him uncomfortable that she looked at him as a lost husband. "Lee to Orde, report to the Admirals Office ASAP."

(reply Orde, if desired)

He looked down at the mass of PADDs they had accumulated. The one thing about spur-of-the-moment missions, was that Starfleet would give directives, but not ultimate means of achieving them. Between himself and Jenna, they had worked out a basic mission plan and cover for Orde and a few members to whatever team he might happen to choose. 

"Alright, Ill take this up." he said. 

Jenna nodded, "I've got.. Work to do." she said, suddenly quiet. 

Rich stood without acknowledging that, and made his way for the transporter room.

Stardate:2406.03.05
(Starbase Vahalla, Admiral's Office, Admiral Jopek - 13.00)

The Vulcan had finished his preparations and the time was at hand.

"Commander Lee, have Mr. Orde report to my office please, Jopek out.",
said the Admiral. Although the Firestorm was now under repair, Jopek had
received new orders regarding this terror group, the Vulcan was unsure
if these orders had come from Starfleet or SFI, anyway, orders were
orders.

A few moments later, the door chimed and in walked the Security Chief.

"Lieutenant, have a seat."

Jopek spun around on his chair to face the TAC/SC.

"Starfleet have an assignment for you. Analysis of the recent attack in
Sector 25462 indicates the work of a group known as the 'Final Way'.
You've been selected to infiltrate this group and when possible, relay
information back to command while we prepare a mission to capture and
put an end to this group once and for all."

"Put together a small team but also, I want you to talk to Commander Lee
and Captain Rulestaad, you're going to need their help."

The Admiral passed a PADD to the Security Chief.

"You're first job is to get here, via the subspace river and the first
ship that is going through, in this case, the USS Spectre under the
command of Captain Remae, although he doesn't know this yet, I still
have to clear this with Starfleet Intelligence, I suspect they will want
to come along too. 

The Spectre's phase cloak and automation setup makes her the logical
choice; you'll be departing at 18.00, report to Captain Remae then.
Dismissed."

(Reply from Pierce)

As soon as he was gone, Jopek opened another channel to Lieutenant
Davies.

"Could you come to my office please, Lieutenant?", said Jopek, closing
the channel as soon as get got a reply.

A few moments later.

"Thank you for coming, I've received orders from Starfleet Command to
put together an infiltration team in order to get a person into this
renegade group. The ship chosen is the USS Spectre and its Captain
Remae's command, unless you have a specific problem with him or evidence
that hes a threat to Starfleet, he will be commanding the ship. however,
and I understand that you will want to send an operative along too."

Passing a PADD to the SFI Agent, Jopek continued...

(Reply from Davis)

"Very well, the Spectre will depart at 18.00, thank you for your
cooperation Lieutenant. You're dismissed."

As soon as he was gone, Jopek 

"Commander Lee, get in here and bring Captain Remae with you.", said
Jopek, not impressed with this entire mess was transpiring.

Stardate:2406.03.05
(Starbase Valhalla - Operations - Cmdr Richard Ian Lee -  13.25)

~Bless stimulation pills, and the doctor that condemned them after their conception.~

He blinked his eyes a couple times, and looked at the command screen in front of him. 

=^=Commander Lee, get in here and bring Captain Remae with you.=^=

"Yes Sir." he said immediately. "Ops has the Conn." he said as he stood, "Captain Remae to the Admirals Office." he said. 
Stardate:2406.03.05
(Starbase Valhalla, Admiral Jopek's Office, Captain Remae Ktell - 13.30)

A few moments after explaining all this to both of them, Commander Lee
of course already being aware of the details, Jopek spoke.

"There it is, a small team is going into the Subspace River to find this
group, it's a long shot, our probes haven't really begun to map the
river junctions but we've picked up faint subspace signals that indicate
the ship that was cloaked when it entered the river right after we were
attacked.

Captain Remae, your orders are clear, I would be very careful if I were
you, Starfleet is watching this one as is SFI."

"Any questions?", said the Admiral to the FO and the Bajoran

"Dismissed, inform me when the Spectre is ready.", he said returning to
his computer. As soon as they left, he stood up and walked over the
window looking out over Mars in the distance and he just stared for a
few moments.

(Reply from Lee, Davis, Orde, Remae, Any)
(Posted by Anthony Keen)

Stardate:2406.03.05
(Starbase Valhalla - Admiral Jopek's Office - Cmdr Richard Ian Lee -
13.33)

"There it is, a small team is going into the Subspace River to find this group, it's a long shot, our probes haven't really begun to map the river junctions but we've picked up faint subspace signals that indicate the ship that was cloaked when it entered the river right after we were attacked. Captain Remae, your orders are clear, I would be very careful if I were you, Starfleet is watching this one as is SFI."

"Any questions?"

"No sir, Ill be having a chat with the Chief shortly."

"Dismissed, inform me when the Spectre is ready."

Rich nodded, and followed out behind Captain Remae. "Id best get cracking on Orde." he said to the Captain of the Spectre. 

(reply if desired)

Rich nodded, and turned to head for his office. "Lee to Orde, report to my office as soon as convenient."

(reply TAC/SC, Remae, any)
(posted by Trout)

Stardate:2406.03.05
(Starbase Valhalla: Verono Medical Centre - Ensign(jg) T'Pran - 1417)
 
"You can be sure I will be contacting him. Clearly not now! I would
appreciate it if you removed your weapon and stored it in the weapons
locker. Should one of our patients feel the need to get violent you can
retrieve it then. I would also appreciate it if you would communicate
that request to your colleagues in the triage area." ACMO Anderson said.
 
NRPG: In light of the suicide bombing, this seems almost like foreshadowing.
RPG:
 
T'Pran nodded curtly. ~This woman would not understand Lieutenant Orde's logic at all. Humans are so irrationally emotional.~ she thought.
 
After the pallette she was holding was lifted and she was free for a few moments, she tapped her commbadge.
 
"T'Pran to Maxwell."
 
=/\=Go ahead, but please make it short. We've been kept busy down here.=/\=

~How to say this without raising any sort of panic..~
 
"We are in check, Mr. Maxwell. It would be logical to sacrifice our knights. I believe Lieutenant Orde would say that 'the jig is up.'"
 
=/\=Understood, T'Pran. Will do. Thanks for the heads-up.=/\=
 
"I will file the report. T'Pran out."
 
The call done, T'Pran deposited her derringer inside the nearest weapons locker, and returned to be of assistance to the ACMO.
 
(Starbase Valhalla: Verono Medical Centre: Triage Area - Crewman Johnathan Maxwell - 1419)
 
=/\="We are in check, Mr. Maxwell. It would be logical to sacrifice our knights. I believe Lieutenant Orde would say that 'the jig is up.'"=/\=
 
~In check, what? Knights.. I usually use my knight to great effect, hopping around other pieces, getting the drop on my opponent's piece.. She must mean the derringers. The ACMO noticed them and raised a fit. Great.~
 
"Understood, T'Pran. Will do. Thanks for the heads-up."
 
=/\=I will file the report. T'Pran out.=/\=
 
~Logical.~
 
"Micheals, we need to cash in our insurance." John told his fellow securityman.
 
As soon as they were done with their tasks at hand, they deposited their derringers in a weapons locker, leaving a note to return them to Lieutenant Orde.
 
(Reply Rain, any)
(Posted by Lenox)