Exeter Compile 9 Dates: July 22, 2020 to July 31, 2020 Mission: The Flames of Purity, Day 15 >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Mission: The Flames of Purity Day: 15 Stardate: 2445.09.15 >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< (USS Exeter, Bridge – aOPS, Ensign M’Rurrh – 1023) (USS Exeter, Stellar Cartography – aOPS, Ensign M’Rurrh – 1033) (USS Exeter, Operations Centre – aOPS, Ensign M’Rurrh – 1220) (USS Exeter - Shuttlebay - CIO/3O Lieutenant JG Jaelle Foxglove -1432) (USS Exeter - Sickbay –Nurse - CPO – Ewan McDonald- 14:44) (USS Exeter - Sickbay – MO, Ensign Kyros Ryelle - 14:47) (USS Exeter - Sickbay – SPC Ensign Greta Smith - 14:48) (USS Exeter - Sickbay - CMO – Ens Gabe Vesper- 14:50) (USS Exeter – Shuttle Beta - CSO Lt JG Erin Cortez - 1512) (USS Exeter – Bridge – FO Lt(sg) Ailynn Bracken– 1515) (USS Exeter – Bridge – SPC Ensign Rylee Page – 1516) (USS Exeter - Bridge - Assistant CScio - Ensign SG – Adala Michaels - 1517) (USS Exeter – Bridge – CO, Lt. Commander Trip Williams– 1520) (USS Exeter - Nine and Dine lounge - Tac/Sec Ens. Stan More - 15:20) (USS Exeter – Bridge – FO, Lt(sg) Ailynn Bracken – 1521) (Ferengi vessel Lashar– Bridge – Captain Barh – 1523) (USS Exeter – Shuttle Beta - CSO Lt JG Erin Cortez - 1524) (Alpha shuttle- Cockpit- COO Lieutenant jg Ravok – 1525) (USS Exeter – Shuttle Beta – CFO – Lieutenant (JG) - Ire Williams - 1526) (USS Exeter - Bridge - CO, Lt. Commander Trip Willimas - 15:28) (USS Exeter – Shuttle Beta – CSO Lt JG Erin Cortez - 1529) (USS Exeter – Bridge – 2O/CEO – Lieutenant Keira Merek – 1530) (USS Exeter – Bridge – FO Lt(sg) Ailynn Bracken – 1532) (USS Exeter – Bridge – 2O/CEO – Lieutenant Keira Merek – 1535) (USS Exeter – Bridge – CMO Ens Gabe Vespers – 1540) (USS Exeter – Bridge – CO, Lt. Commander Trip Williams - 15:41) (USS Exeter – CSO’s office – CSO Lt JG Erin Cortez - 1541) (USS Exeter - Shuttlebay - CIO/3O Lieutenant JG Jaelle Foxglove -1543) (USS Exeter - Lower Shuttle bay -COO Lieutenant jg Ravok-15:43) (USS Exeter – Engineering – 20/CEO – Lieutenant Keira Merek -1543) (USS Exeter - Shuttlebay - Tac/Sec Ens. Stan More - 15:44) (USS Exeter - Bridge -COB-CMCPO Erik Knight-15:44) (USS Exeter - Bridge - FO Lt(sg) Ailynn Bracken-15:45) (USS Exeter - Corridor deck 7- Tac/Sec ens. Paul Sleeford 15:45) (USS Exeter - Ready Room - CO, Lt. Commander Trip Williams - 15:47) (USS Exeter - Ready Room - CMO - Ens Gabe Vespers - 15:48) (USS Exeter - Corridor deck 7- SFI Agent Lt. Commander Tyko Nix - 15:48) (USS Exeter - Ready Room - CO, Lt. Commander Trip Williams - 15:49) (USS Exeter -Bridge -COO Lieutenant jg Ravok-15:49) (USS Exeter -Bridge - SPC Ensign Rylee Page -15:50) (USS Exeter - Main Shuttle Bay- SFI Agent Lt. Commander Tyko Nix - 15:50) (USS Exeter - Ready Room - CMO Ens Gabe Vesper - 15:50) (USS Exeter - Bridge - CMO - Ens Gabe Vesper - 15:51) (USS Exeter - Security Center -COB-CMCPO Erik Knight-15:52) (USS Exeter - Shuttlebay - CIO/3O Lieutenant JG Jaelle Foxglove -1553) (USS Exeter - CSO Office - CSO Lt JG Erin Cortez - 1553) (USS Exeter - Bridge - COO Lieutenant jg Ravok-15:53) (USS Exeter – Bridge – 2O/CEO – Lieutenant Keira Merek – 1555) (USS Exeter - intelligence department- Agent -MCPO - Rebecca Faust - 15:55) (USS Exeter - Bridge - Assistant CScio - Ensign SG – Adala Michaels - 1556) (USS Exeter – Bridge - Ops station - SPC Ensign Rylee Page- 1557 ) (USS Exeter - CSO Office - CSO Lt JG Erin Cortez - 1559) (USS Exeter –Turbolift– CFO – Lieutenant (JG) - Ire Williams - 1559) (USS Exeter - Captain’s Ready Room - FO Ailynn Bracken - 1600) (USS Exeter - Corridor deck 7 - Tac/Sec Ens. Stan More - 16:00) (USS Exeter - Turbolift Sec/Tac Officer Ens. Paul Sleeford 16:01) (USS Exeter - security office deck 20 - Sec/Tac Officer Ens Paul Sleeford - 16:05) (USS Exeter - Captain’s Ready Room - CO, Trip Williams - 1605) (USS Exeter - Captain’s Ready Room - FO Ailynn Bracken - 1606) (USS Exeter - Bridge - CIO/3O Lieutenant JG Jaelle Foxglove -1607) (USS Exeter - Bridge - aCTO/COO Lieutenant jg Ravok-1608) (USS Exeter - Captain’s Ready Room – 2O/CEO – Lieutenant Keira Merek – 1612) (USS Exeter - Deck 8- Security Center- aCTO/COO Lieutenant jg Ravok-1616) (USS Exeter - Brig - SFI Agent Lt. Commander Tyko Nix - 16:20) (USS Exeter - Captain’s Ready Room - CO, Lt. Commander Trip Williams - 1620) (USS Exeter - R&SE Office - Director Ashlyn Williams - 1621) (USS Exeter - Deck 8- Security center- Chief's office- aCTO/COO Lieutenant jg Ravok & ACTO Ensign Sg. Paul Sleeford -1621) (USS Exeter - Main Shuttlebay - Sec/Tac Ens Paul Sleeford - 1630) (Asteroid Base - Central Control Room -Trentin Tel'ni'li -1633) (USS Exeter - Lower Shuttlebay Sec/Tac Officer Ens. Stan More - 16:35 ) (USS Exeter - Shooting Range - Sec/Tac Officer Ens. Stan More - 16:38 ) (USS Exeter - Deck 8- Firing range - aCTO/COO Lieutenant jg Ravok & Sec/Tac. Ensign jg Stan More -1639) (USS Exeter - Chief Tactical Office Deck 8 - SFI Agent Lt. Commander Tyko Nix - 1650) (USS Exeter – Sickbay - SPC Ensign Greta Smith & aCTO/COO Lt Ravok - 1650) (USS Exeter - Ready Room - CO, Lt. Commander Trip Williams - & - Sec/Tac Ens. Stan More - 16:50) (USS Exeter - Chief Tactical Office - Sec/Tac Officer Ensig P Sleeford 16:51) (USS Exeter - Chief Tactical Officer's Office - SFI Agent, Lt. Commander Tyko Nix - 16:52) (USS Exeter – Personal quarters - SPC Ensign Greta Smith - 1659) >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Begin Compile >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Mission: The Flames of Purity Day: 15 Stardate: 2445.09.15 >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< (USS Exeter, Bridge – aOPS, Ensign M’Rurrh – 1023) There was a muted buzz of energy amongst the senior officers leaving the Captain’s mission briefing. ~Doesn’t look like the anything’s shocked them too badly; seems like we’ve a challenge but one we can surmount.~ "Lieutenant Ravok to all operations and science personnel,” M’Rurrh winced as Ravok’s spoken message was overlaid by the same words relayed through her commbadge, “meet on deck 17 in the stellar cartography observatory, briefing starts promptly at 1030.” Hearing a note of tension in Ravok’s voice, M’Rurrh was ready to ask about their mission, but he was already stepping into the turbolift with the Science Officer. ~At least one of them is smiling.~ All the same, M’Rurrh ran a few quick checks of the power distribution grid and life support systems. Something suggested to her that the ship was about to get a real test. (Reply none) (Posted by MCD) (USS Exeter, Stellar Cartography – aOPS, Ensign M’Rurrh – 1033) M’Rurrh had left the Operations station on the bridge to a Petty Officer, arriving promptly ahead of the start of the briefing. As the Stellar Cartography Observatory began to fill with staff from both Operations and the Science department, she had opted for a space near the front, squatting her diminutive frame down further so those behind could see the holographic display. A region of space with a couple of stellar systems was shown, but instead of the usual emptiness of the void, between and around the stars a hazy, swirling mass shimmered and danced, never the same from one moment to the next. "Good morning let's get started,” the Operations Chief brought the meeting to a start. ”Before you, is a complete read out of a region of space in sector 04-70 in the alpha quadrant known as the badlands. We have been ordered to go there. All of you have received a complete update on our current mission. Our most recent analysis of the badlands shows a substantial increase of plasma storms and the plasma tornadoes associated with them." Beautiful and hypnotic at this scale, this close-up image of the plasma tornado was ample evidence of The Badlands’ violent and destructive potential. "Like tornadoes in an M class atmosphere, they hop around sporadically, the smallest can have rotational speeds of 25,000 to 40,000 kilometers an hour, some of the largest have rotational speeds of 600,000 kilometers to over 800,000 kilometers an hour. "There are also strong Gravimetric eddies, currents if you will, that we will need to navigate. For The Exeter, she's a big ship but she's fast and maneuverable. We need to make sure our sensors are operating at peak efficiency. We will be feeding the data to the Conn. In addition to this, there are several M class planets in the badlands. If memory serves, the region contained 2 stars, 17 planets and 43 moons, three of which were class M, and a large asteroid belt. A lot to be aware of and a lot for us to do. Ladies, Gents, we arrive at 1300 hours." M'Rurrh blinked as the holographic display was switched off, and nearly missed the assignment given to Ensign Foster. Her mind snapped back to attention as she heard her name next: "Ensign M'Rurrh you and your team will remain in the operations center and run diagnostics on all internal systems and dispatch Ensign Page and her team to correct any issues as fast as possible." M’Rurrh and Page nodded in unison, causing the Caitian to launch a wide, fanged smile. After doling out tasks to several of the others in attendance, Ravok brought the meeting to a close and dismissed the combined assembly. The group began to leave the Stellar Cartography Observatory as a slow, mingled mass. Dodging around other officers, M’Rurrh brought herself into step with Ensign Page and offered a friendly smile, “I hope you brought your running shoes – this is a big ship.” (Reply Page iyw) (Posted by MCD) (USS Exeter, Operations Centre – aOPS, Ensign M’Rurrh – 1220) "Sir once we get into the badlands I think it would be a good idea if we bolster our communications with the two shuttles that are going to launch. Any potential threats could have communication jamming capabilities. Do you have any recommendations?" The Romulan... ~Vulcan? So similar in appearance!~ ...strode boldly up M'Rurrh as she stood at the centre of the Operations Centre; the core of the ship's nervous system. “Mmmrow… Honestly? It’s a plasma soup out there and anything we can try needs to cope with shifting conditions, and I can’t think of anything that’ll work consistently against inconsistent conditions.” Instead of sharing in the crestfallen energy of M’Rurrh’s reply, the Petty Officer almost seem buoyed by it. Bobbing on his feet, he spouted forth, "I do have a rather crazy idea. It's an old method used by us Romulans, but I think it could work. If we could create a communication teather to the shuttles via a series of interwoven frequencies we could flood subspace with with random audio files so any potential threat would have not only have to filter out the nonsense but also pinpoint which frequency we are using." M'Rurrh paused for a moment, her mind racing over the requirements for such a system and how it would stand up to the conditions in The Badlands. Undoubtedly the multi-frequency aspect would cope better with the shifting backdrop of the plasma storms. “That would definitely combat at least some of the difficulties in maintaining continuous communications in a region rife with plasma storms. We’d risk our ‘noise’ being picked up, which could have implications for the ship’s mission in this region. But there might be ways to disguise that – I think we have on file some old Cardassian probe transmissions. With a bit of luck we could put out the impression we’re an ancient Cardassian explorer probe that’s wandered into The Badlands, trying to report damage and return it’s scan data.” Her speech had been gaining pace as the idea settled into place in her mind and as she finished there was a definite glint in her eye. “If you can put together a detailed program, I think we can take this tether to Lieutenant Ravok.” (Reply Kervik iyw) (Posted by MCD) (USS Exeter - Shuttlebay - CIO/3O Lieutenant JG Jaelle Foxglove -1432) No, no complaint. Could they show more tact, yes, but I antagonized them." He said with a smile. "I see..." she spoke as she watched the man sit across from her. "Honestly Lieutenant, I don't want to waste your time, I know why you're here. The way you hold yourself, your stance, the bad dye job, the look of battle in your eyes. You're really here to check my credentials." "Normally agents aren't so quick to blow cover." She spoke softly, "bit as you say let's continue then." "Lieutenant Commander Tyko Nix, Starfleet Intelligence, Deep Cover Operative, Code Name, Jumja Stick. Serial Number 74205." She entered the information on her padd accessing Federation databases that were encrypted for intelligence personnel only. Nix then handed her a small data crystal. "This is my encrypted identity crystal, has everything you will need to confirm my identity and my orders." She nodded as his file was retrieved his pass was impressive. "And for the record, be easy on those two, I escalated the situation and pushed to get them out of the way so I could confer with the FO, were they a bit aggressive, yes, and they might need a talking too, but I did everything I could to get them to snap." "I was told to keep your cover story, I just went along with what you established. At your rank you want to blow your cover thats your prerogative." She closed out the system already seeing enough to verify his credentials. "Welcome aboard the Exeter, we will get you out of here and to the Captain for debrief. I'm sure he will want you to futher explain any intelligence you have for us on what we might be heading into. (Reply Tyko, iyw none needed) (Posted by Matthew Locke) (USS Exeter - Sickbay –Nurse - CPO – Ewan McDonald- 14:44) "I believe my previous instruction was for you and Nurse McDonald to do what was needed and I would monitor the vitals." Ewan looked from Ryelle and then back to Vesper. “Yes Doctor.” (Reply Ryelle) As Vesper moved away from his and Ryelle he turned to the Doctor. “Doctor Ryelle from what I can make out this treatment is as much likely to kill her as to cure her.” (Reply Ryelle) Vesper returned and handed him a phaser with a holster. He paused for a moment looking down at the weapon in his hand before turning and putting it carefully into the top draw of a nearby trolly. Feeling that if it all went pear shaped then a phaser would not really help. "Not what I want to do but needs must. I'll deal with people leaving us later." Ewan nodded. (Reply any) "Ewan if you could send your readings to the shuttlebay so they can start screening the rest of the survivors" “Yes Doctor.” He looked at the PADD with the data on it and nodded to himself. He then looked over at Ryelle. “Doctor Ryelle the protocol suggests 2.5 cc of hitritium based neutralising agent but as this is mostly guess work it dose seam a good place to start?” (Reply Ryelle) He moved over the to replicator and replicated most of the components and then head over to the secure medicine cabinet and retreated the hitritium and added it to the hypospray vile he was combining everything in. As he crossed back toward Ryelle and Vesper he eyed the small trolly with the cardiac arrest equipment and hoped that they would not need to use it. "Ready when you two are" said Vesper from Keria’s bed side. He looked at Keria and shook his head. ~I so hope we don’t have to go over 30 cc of this stuff or she will crash and we will have a whole new set of problems on our hands~ He accessed the small computer console beside the bio-bed and inked their information that they were transmitting to the shuttle bay. He looked over at Ryelle. “I am all set up over here Doctor. Ready when you are.” (Reply Ryelle) (Reply Vesper, Ryelle, Smith) (Posted by Robbie)(SPC Ewan McDonald) (USS Exeter - Sickbay – MO, Ensign Kyros Ryelle - 14:47) I believe my previous instruction was for you and Nurse McDonald to do what was needed and I would monitor the vitals." Ewan looked from Ryelle and then back to Vesper. “Yes Doctor.” "Understood." Ryelle nodded. He would make sure to go to bat for the two security officers later, but right now, he needed to focus his attention on the young woman. “Doctor Ryelle from what I can make out this treatment is as much likely to kill her as to cure her.” "Well it's more than she would have gotten in the days of the occupation." Ryelle looked at the chemical analysis. "At this temperature, with this compound cocktail, it won't cause her to combust if she dies. So that is a plus." The CMO returned and handed Ryelle a phaser. He holstered it. He didn't plan on firing it. "Not what I want to do but needs must. I'll deal with people leaving us later." Ryelle remained silent. "Ewan if you could send your readings to the shuttlebay so they can start screening the rest of the survivors" “Yes Doctor.” “Doctor Ryelle the protocol suggests 2.5 cc of hitritium based neutralising agent but as this is mostly guess work it dose seam a good place to start?” "I would double it to 5 cc to start. 2.5 seems like it would be too weak for an initial dosage." Ryelle waited for the nurse to mix the hypospray. "Ready when you two are" said Vesper from Keria’s bed side. "At this temp, the explosion risk is absolutely nil. But just to be on the safe side, computer, lower temperature another 10 degrees. =/\=Acknowledged=/\= “I am all set up over here Doctor. Ready when you are.” Ryelle took the Hypospray. "Gentlemen, Ms. Smith, perhaps you could back up a bit. If I am wrong and this doesn't work and she does explode, it's best we don't lose the CMO. Every life is precious, but I'd rather give mine to save a wayward daughter of Bajor, then lose the CMO, who we will most likely need later." (reply Ewan, Vesper, Smith) Ryelle waited for the three others to step back a bit and readjusted the forcefield so that only he and the patient where on the same side. "Oh great prophets," Ryelle, began, "I your servant, your child, Ryelle, of the family Kyros, ask you to show mercy on this your daughter. She who has been led astray by the wolves, who has forgotten your love. Watch over her, keep her safe. And if it is our time, may she do so knowing of your love." Ryelle, then injected her with the hypospray and sighed. Then looking over at the CMO he said, "Well did it work, or should I be praying the litany for those about to die?" (reply Vesper) (reply Vesper, Ewan, Smith) (posted by Will) (USS Exeter - Sickbay – SPC Ensign Greta Smith - 14:48) "Gentlemen, Ms. Smith, perhaps you could back up a bit. If I am wrong and this doesn't work and she does explode, it's best we don't lose the CMO. Every life is precious, but I'd rather give mine to save a wayward daughter of Bajor, then lose the CMO, who we will most likely need later." Greta nodded and stepped back, watching as the doctor moved the force field closer around the bed. Trembling slightly, she held her rifle by her side, no longer trying to make it a secret. She knew that the medical staff had phasers but something about that was bothering her. ~They took an oath. Doctors and nurses take an oath to do no harm. They can’t shoot her, they simply can’t. If it comes to it, then it has to be me. I’m the one that should have that on their conscience and not them. It would ruin their career, their very being if they have to kill. It should be me and, if it comes down to it, i won’t give them that choice. To protect them, i may have to commit myself to having her death on my conscience. I’m sorry, Ire. Sorry for what i may have to do.~ She thought to herself as she slowly moved her finger to the trigger, ready to do what was necessary if needed to. (Reply any in sickbay) (Posted by Jackie) (USS Exeter - Sickbay - CMO – Ens Gabe Vesper- 14:50 "Gentlemen, Ms. Smith, perhaps you could back up a bit. If I am wrong and this doesn't work and she does explode, it's best we don't lose the CMO. Every life is precious, but I'd rather give mine to save a wayward daughter of Bajor, then lose the CMO, who we will most likely need later." Gabe nodded stepping back and resetting the system so he could continue monitoring. "Oh great prophets," Ryelle, began, "I your servant, your child, Ryelle, of the family Kyros, ask you to show mercy on this your daughter. She who has been led astray by the wolves, who has forgotten your love. Watch over her, keep her safe. And if it is our time, may she do so knowing of your love." Ryelle, then injected her with the hypospray and sighed. Taking a deep breath Gabe held it. Having just heared the prayer he was now concerned that boundaries could have been crossed. He held his breath more because he wanted to know the outcome. Silence fell "Well did it work, or should I be praying the litany for those about to die?" Ryelle asked. Looking down Gabe waited for the bleeps but there were none. He looked at the data and then up. "Computer lower forcefields and slowly return the temperature in Sickbay to standard." [Acknowledged] The hum of the fields stopped. "Congratulations Dr, you've just saved the life of a religious fanatic. Ensign Smith if you could please take an offensive stance, Dr Ryelle if you could please make movements to bring the patient round, once she's stable escort her to the brig and out of my sickbay. If you'll excuse me I'm needed elsewhere. (reply Ryelle, Smith,) Simply grunting Gabe left the room. He boarded the nearest turbo and left for the bridge. (Reply Ryelle, Smith, any) (Posted by Mat) (USS Exeter – Shuttle Beta - CSO Lt JG Erin Cortez - 1512) Sitting at her console on the shuttle, Erin began tapping her fingers on the display. It was the waiting for some form of an order that was the worst part. Do they go in and try to take the compound and risk an inter stellar incident or do they try and bargain their way out of it? Closing her eyes, Erin took a deep breath and tried to fight down the nerves flowing through her. As she did, a memory flashed before her. The memory of the wait for her final evaluation before being allowed back to active service. She had been so sure that they were going to say no. After all the meetings, the psych evaluations, the talks with intelligence whom she still thought did not believe her when she had told them that she could barely remember what had happened let alone any of Dulon’s memories. She felt on edge, even though she had made amends and even begun to forge a friendship with Foxglove, she felt that the intelligence community and, to some extent, some of the crew, still looked at her and saw him. But, she had learnt to accept that. To not let that bother her as it had done. Her friend and her guide had helped a lot with that but she knew there was one last task to finally rid herself of that whole episode and it was the worst one. Remae had asked her, before she had left for Earth all those months ago, to mind meld with her so he could regain the memories that had been taken from him. The memories that now resided in her. When they returned to Mars, Erin knew that it was time to face that aspect of her life and finally lay a large and very bad ghost to rest. For now, she continued to tap her fingers on the console, waiting for orders to come. (Reply no-one) (Posted by Jackie) (USS Exeter – Bridge – FO Lt(sg) Ailynn Bracken– 1515) Ailynn sighed internally as she sat in the First Officers chair. In truth, she hated being sat down, preferring to walk around, finding that it loosened the cogs in her mind. Now though, her body was still even as her mind reacted to every stimulus that came her way. ~never rains…# she thought obliquely, one of her great grandmothers adages coming unbidden to her mind. Trip then turned to Her and whispered, "Did you take any Economics classes at the Academy?" She nodded, her eyes tightening, wondering where his thoughts were going. "See what we have on board that might have value, whether they be entertainment provisions for Deep Space Nine's promenade, self stealing stem bolts, anything of value we have in cargo that we can offer as a trade for them to drop their cargo and leave. In case we can do some haggling." “On it.” she whispered, her lips not moving. "Don't worry, Im not going to ask you to unzip your tunic a bit and show skin and flirt with them. I aint gonna pimp you out even though that'd work. Not going to risk the wrath of all the Bracken's throughout history. I'm hoping a show of force and some alternative deals might be enough to end this peacefully." Ailynn laughed. “Sensible chap, especially since you have to go home to one.” She winked. “Gimme 2, I’ll find something.” Trip then turned back to the screen letting her do her inventory check. Ailynn turned to the small console in the arm of her chair, and ran through the ship’s inventory with her normal speed, she tapped a few things as they passed her attention, and eventually downloaded the list to an empty PADD that she habitually carried, and passed it over to Trip. “Half a dozen cases of Trillian Brandy, half a dozen cases of Romulan ale, and a cask of the blood wine. The ‘23...of course.” She turned to Trip. “Only Hipsters drink the ‘22. The ‘23 is for the far more...discerning palate.” (Reply Trip) (Posted by Mark) (USS Exeter – Bridge – SPC Ensign Rylee Page – 1516) "Page, open a channel, keep it open, they may not answer, but broadcast it on enough frequencies that they can hear." "Yes, Sir. Broadcasting in all known languages and on all frequencies. " she responded, tapping her console. "Ferengi vessel, this is Captain Trip Williams of the USS Exeter, power down weapons and lets have a nice chat." ~play nice. Don't antagonize. This could go to hell in a handbasket very quickly. ~ she thought to herself as the conversation between the two ships continued. (Reply any in bridge) (Posted by Jackie) (USS Exeter - Bridge - Assistant CScio - Ensign SG – Adala Michaels - 1517) "Ensign Michaels, find me a nearby asteroid or any spacial debris, I want to make a point." Adala smiled and nodded as her hands moved over the console before her. "I have one." Her hands sent the coordinates to his chair. "Have fun Sir." she said as her eyes moved to the view screen. She'd been listening to the conversation and inwardly shaking her head and making silent comments. ~This is going to be fun~ She thought to herself. Trip waited and once Adala had found a nearby asteroid at a safe distance from both them and the Ferengi, he targeted the rock with the dark matter phasers and fired, completely obliterating it, leaving nothing but space dust. (reply Will, Any on the bridge) (Posted by Kathleen) (USS Exeter – Bridge – CO, Lt. Commander Trip Williams– 1520) “Half a dozen cases of Trillian Brandy, half a dozen cases of Romulan ale, and a cask of the blood wine. The ‘23...of course.” She turned to Trip. “Only Hipsters drink the ‘22. The ‘23 is for the far more...discerning palate.” Trip nodded to his first officer acknowledging receipt of her suggestions. They had a pretty good selection of imported alcohol from across the Alpha and Beta Quadrants. There was part of one of the main cargo bays completely dedicated to storing the bottles that when then be assigned to each of the individual lounges once they sent in the proper request orders to the Quartermaster's office. Of course as the Captain, Trip had the authority to use what was in the Cargo bay at his own discretion. If there was a state dinner, promotion celebration, as long as he filled out the paperwork after the fact, he was preapproved to the inventory needed, within reason. Besides, he was the one who approved which alcohol would be stocked on the Exeter in the first place. It was one of the Williams family rules. Don't let someone else pick your booze for you. Of course, thankfully his special collection was not on that list. A case of Romulan Ale, vintage 2386, one of the last cases bottled before the destruction of Romulus. It was a wedding present from Ravok. There was also a cask of Bloodwine from 2422, Trip's birth year, and an assorted case of high shelf bourbon. Not to mention a jug of moonshine, but that stuff was stronger than Romulan Ale and Trip was certain it could be used to power the warp core. He had yet to taste it. =/\=And ruin my reputation across the entire sector? =/\= "I mean, it's better to have a bad reputation than to be dead. Would you rather be dead?" Trip said with a mischievous smile. It wasn't a smile he normally used but one he developed while rehearsing the middle school play. He was a mischievous prince in the play and he only auditioned because the princess was being played by the most attractive girl in the 8th grade, a girl by the name of Julia Cruddup, and there was a kissing scene. She got sick the day of the play and her understudy took over, which led to the only time in his life that Trip had ever kissed a Tellarite. But he did learn how to put on a smile that said to whoever saw it, cross me and you'll be sorry. All he had to do was squint his eyes in just the right way, crook his lips in just the right way, stare, and laugh softly as if he just realized how to cheat the Dabo table. =/\=No! No! " he yelled, waving his hands. =/\=It's only one sector Toh. I tell you what, if you give me one of your shuttles and let's say...10 phaser rifles, and I will forget that smug look of yours... humon=/\= "Not going to happen bud." Trip said with a soft chuckle. "Counter proposal. You leave the gel, you leave the badlands, you keep your lives, and as a token of good will, we send you over three cases of Trillian Brandy, A cask of Bloodwine, 2423, and a case of Romulan Ale, I'll even throw in something called moonshine from my private collection. All of that should retail for a hefty amount of Gold pressed latinum. I mean, we do have a case of vintage 2386 Romulan Ale on board. One of the last cases before the planet was destroyed. It fetches a heavy price." Trip had no intention on giving them that case. He'd send them a case of 2409. And having learned from his uncle that in contracts, in order for there to be a breach there needed to be a meeting of the minds, and since he never said outright that he was going to give them the 2386, he knew he was safe. Besides, the Ferengi wasn't about to say he got swindled doing something illegal. Besides, the 2409 was a superior vintage, it just didn't have the value of a collector's price. Trip waited while the Ferengi argued on the viewscreen. He turned to Ailynn and whispered with a smile. "Not sure if they are gonna take the deal, are you sure flashing them is off the table." (reply Bracken if you want) Trip then returned =/\= Captain Williams, Our answer is no, you're going to have to k… =/\= Toh fell out his chair as he was hit in the head by another of the Ferengi crew. His body was quickly picked up and carried away. ~Well that was unexpected.~ =/\= We were underpaid anyways. While I'm not refusing your offer, Ferengi custom mandates that a new line of negotiations begin with me. I want a shuttle and I want your engineering crews to beam aboard our other ship to assist with repairs...we can't be left stranded out here for too long. =/\= "Fat chance, we already said no to the shuttle and I'm not about to put my crew at risk fixing yours. Lt. Bracken, bring the Dark Matter Phasers online, and target both vessels." Trip knew that Ailynn didn't have control of the dark matter phasers, but of everyone on the bridge, he knew she was the one most capable of scaring the poor Ferengi enough to where he would cave in, and maybe even piss himself. (reply Bracken) =/\= Not so fast humon...If you give me the shuttle I will give you something else, something that will benefit your crew, depending on where your heading=/\= "We aren't giving you the shuttle. So you can take our deal and leave, or you can well, you know. Our Pew Pews, will go boom boom." Trip thought that by demeaning the Ferengi a little bit, he'd get so furious he'd slip up and reveal a little bit of his "hand" and negotiation strategy. "Lt. Bracken how are we doing on the target lock. Are you as excited for fireworks as I am." (reply Bracken) "Good now then, I think the terms of my deal has changed. Lieutenant Merek, get a transporter lock on all the gel that the Ferengi are hiding from us, and beam it onboard. And my good friend, while our shileds are down, remember our Dark Matter phasers are locked and loaded. And that isn't even mentioning the Dark Matter Quantum Torpedo." There was no Dark Matter Quantum Torpedo, but they didn't know that. (Reply Merek) As soon as the gel was on board Trip smiled. "Now then, take the deal, you'll make some profit on this. You have a ship now, you're a captain. I'll even vouch for you, say you earned it fairly. A Starfleet Captain's word is pretty solid. And I'll make sure Lt. Bracken here doesn't accidentally fire, right Lieutenant." (reply Bracken) "Do we have a deal?" (reply Ferengi) (reply Bracken, Merek, Ferengi) (posted by Will) (USS Exeter - Nine and Dine lounge - Tac/Sec Ens. Stan More - 15:20 ) It is rumoured that a very famous Starfleet Captain once said. “ Risk is part of the job if you wear that uniform” "I have one but its a risk, Nix is still down there and likely to shout to all who will listen that we're harassing the Bajorians because their Bajorians. If we scan the bay for the compounds in the body, we can isolate those brainwashed people ad leave the rest in peace. We need a terminal to link that tricorder to, there’s one in the main security office on deck eight.” “ Then we best hurry.” Stan said getting up. Riding up one level Sleeford strode into the security office, finding it empty he frowned and turned the terminal round so they could both see the information. "We don't have time to convince the head shed we're both sane and they are. So we'll have to do this the old fashioned way. Can you replicate hyposprays of Hitritium. I'll find our problems" “ Doing it now.” Stan walked over to the replicator. It was a sign Stan was beginning to control his reaction to hit things. When they answered him back. That the replicator did not end up. With its front smashed in by an angry Scotsman. “ That item cannot be replicated from this location” The slot kept telling him. “ Now please listen. You tin plated box of wires and beasties. If yee dinnah stop yer shenanigans and do as I ask. I swear my wee fist will......no no no be calm Stan. It be just a machine. Machines can be reprogrammed......remember what yer nan said. Patient is a but a virtue that all the young men should have in abundance.” Stan said as his hands ran over the front control board. Finally the hypo sprays filled with Hitritium appeared. Turning back to the terminal Sleeford placed the tricorder next to it and took a deep breath. "Computer show all life sign in the main shuttle bay with the compounds listed on the tricorder" As the dots appeared on the screen overlay Sleeford saw some moving around others. "Computer, remove the life sign signatures belonging to crew members in the bay. " As the dots reduced further to four Sleeford groaned. "Stan, we've got four in the main bay. this is going to be fun.. not. Okay ready?" “ As ever my friend as ever. Here yer go This are filled with Hitritium one press and the only thing. Our friend will a able to blow up is a balloon.” ( Reply, No one ) ( Posted by:- Norman 🐼) (USS Exeter – Bridge – FO, Lt(sg) Ailynn Bracken – 1521) "Not sure if they are gonna take the deal, are you sure flashing them is off the table." Ailynn chuckled, “I haven’t ruled it out yet.” Trip then returned =/\= Captain Williams, Our answer is no, you're going to have to k… =/\= Toh fell out his chair as he was hit in the head by another of the Ferengi crew. His body was quickly picked up and carried away. ~Well that was unexpected.~ =/\= We were underpaid anyways. While I'm not refusing your offer, Ferengi custom mandates that a new line of negotiations begin with me. I want a shuttle and I want your engineering crews to beam aboard our other ship to assist with repairs...we can't be left stranded out here for too long. =/\= "Fat chance, we already said no to the shuttle and I'm not about to put my crew at risk fixing yours. Lt. Bracken, bring the Dark Matter Phasers online, and target both vessels." Ailynn smiled gruesomely, and fiddle with the button at her collar. She tapped a couple of random buttons at the console in the arm of her chair. “Ohh..I’m all on it. It’ll take a moment to warm the primary interlace conduits.” She ad-libbed. =/\= Not so fast humon...If you give me the shuttle I will give you something else, something that will benefit your crew, depending on where your heading=/\= A few moments went past, and Trip spoke to her once more. "Lt. Bracken how are we doing on the target lock. Are you as excited for fireworks as I am." She knew she had to ham it up horribly. There was a reason that Trip had picked her, he knew that she could play to an audience. “Ohh yes we are…” She fiddled with the button again, and undid it, “Is it warm in here?” another couple of button presses. “Targets locked and ready, this is...exciting.” "Good now then, I think the terms of my deal has changed. Lieutenant Merek, get a transporter lock on all the gel that the Ferengi are hiding from us, and beam it onboard. And my good friend, while our shields are down, remember our Dark Matter phasers are locked and loaded. And that isn't even mentioning the Dark Matter Quantum Torpedo.” Trip continued. “Now then, take the deal, you'll make some profit on this. You have a ship now, you're a captain. I'll even vouch for you, say you earned it fairly. A Starfleet Captain's word is pretty solid. And I'll make sure Lt. Bracken here doesn't accidentally fire, right Lieutenant." Her voice matter-of-fact, she’d put far more emotion into describing being warm, than she had the agonising deaths of the crew of the two Ferengi ships, the details of which, had been utterly devoid of any emotion. Ailynn remembered a criminal that she’d seen interviewed while Ailynn had been back at medical school. The young killer had been part of a case study into mental illness in hybridised humans. The girl in question had the most disturbing way of speaking, her own feelings she talked about with a warm sensuality, but as she described her crimes, her voice became ice-cold, emotionless and utterly devoid of feeling. She’d been diagnosed as being one of the most complicated cases of sociopathy that had been seen in years. It was from her, that Ailynn pulled inspiration for her act. “I have an experiment that I’d like to run...me being a scientist and all...gosh it really is Mmm warm in here." She rolled her eyes closed and then snapped her face completely straight and expressionless, just like the patient had done those years ago. "...I wonder what will kill you first...The searing pain from superheated plasma; the deathly chill of the vacuum of the black as you’re body is subjected to temperatures of about 2 Kelvin or the surprise if I happen to undo another button, because whichever one it is...it will be the last thing that you ever observe...Firing when ready Sir,” Her finger fidgeted on the inexplicably red button on her console. "Do we have a deal?" Trip pushed the Ferengi (reply Ferengi, Trip, any on Bridge) (posted by Mark) (Ferengi vessel Lashar– Bridge – Captain Barh – 1523) =/\=...I wonder what will kill you first...The searing pain from superheated plasma; the deathly chill of the vacuum of the black as you’re body is subjected to temperatures of about 2 Kelvin or the surprise if I happen to undo another button, because whichever one it is...it will be the last thing that you ever observe...Firing when ready Sir,=/\=declared the first officer. Barh's eyes grew with anger, they had taken the biomimetic gel and forced a deal on them. =/\=Do we have a deal?=/\= Trip asked Barh glared at the view screen ~ I'll show these kids~ He thought as he slid his finger on the command padd of his chair, diverting more power to their plasma weapons. The power to the forward weapons increased to maximum. A devilish grin went across Barhs face. " You messed with the wrong…." His words were cut off as an arching flash of blinding plasma reached out from the storm, striking the Ferengi vessel and also connecting with its sister ship. Both ships were utterly obliterated by the intense plasma burst. The explosions of their warp cores illuminated the badlands in a hellish display of light. Due to the increased power being fed to the plasma weapons of the ferengi ship. A synchronized burst of charged plasma became attracted to their ship. The Ferengi had diverted so much power to their forward weapons that the reaction from the storm overwhelmed it's shields. ( reply anyone on the Exeters bridge if you want ) ( reply , all tagged ) ( posted by Davis Npc Barh and PC Ravok) (USS Exeter – Shuttle Beta - CSO Lt JG Erin Cortez - 1524) Sitting at her console in the shuttle, Erin stopped tapping her fingers on the console and looked over at Ire. "I'm sorry." (Reply Ire) "I just.. I get nervous when there's a wait." (Reply Ire) "I know. I'll stop tapping and.." Suddenly an alarm began beeping on her console. (Reply Ire) Her brow furrowed as she looked down at the readings. Erin's eyes widened, "Oh no." (Reply Ire) Her fingers flew across the console as she tried to understand the readings that were flooding in. "Oh that's not good." (Reply Ire) "It's…." She looked up, out of the front viewpoint of the shuttle as took a deep breath. (Reply Ire, any) (Posted by Jackie) (Alpha shuttle- Cockpit- COO Lieutenant jg Ravok – 1525) Ravok waited at the controls of the shuttle ready to move at a moments notice. ~ What the hell is going on ~ he asked himself. Ravok looked at the readouts in front of him. He noticed a sudden increase of the charged plasma from inside the storm in front of them. He continued to hold position. ~ This isn't good~ Ravok looked at Janey. " I think we may have a problem. " He said to her. ( reply Brown) " The ferengi ship is diverting more power to their forward talon emitters. " Ravok said quickly as he noticed activity increasing inside the storm. The inevitable was about to transpire. ( reply brown if you wish) " A harmonic mirroring effect of the plasma." Ravok said in shock and quickly slammed the shuttle into a full reverse at damn near full impulse " Evasive maneuvers. " He yelled out as alarms started going off. (posted by Rob) (USS Exeter – Shuttle Beta – CFO – Lieutenant (JG) - Ire Williams - 1526) "I'm sorry." “What for?” asked Ire not taking his eyes off the controls. "I just.. I get nervous when there's a wait." “Don’t worry. Its fine to be nervous its only natural and waiting is a pain.” "I know. I'll stop tapping and.." Suddenly an alarm began beeping on her console. Ire’s eyes glanced over to see what to see what the problem the flicked back to his own console. “What the hell.” He spoke as his own console began to alarm. Her brow furrowed as she looked down at the readings. Erin's eyes widened, "Oh no." He looked out of the viewport and saw the plasma storm suddenly shift towards the Farengi ship. “Ow this is not good.” Her fingers flew across the console as she tried to understand the readings that were flooding in. "Oh that's not good." Ire’s fingers moved across the console as he activated the manoeuvring thrusters on the nose of the shuttle giving them a hard push backwards. "It's…." She looked up, out of the front viewpoint of the shuttle as took a deep breath. Ire watched in horror as the two Farengi ships we ripped apart by the storm. “Hold on we are getting out of here.” He flipped the shuttle and engaged its main impulse engines forcing it back the way they had come towards the Exeter and safety. =^=Ire, Ravok, get your butts back here now. It is way to dangerous to go it in the shuttles. we know where we're headed, and honestly, I'd feel much safer for you four if you were inside the Exeter. The Badlands have certainly earned their reputation=^= “Understood Exeter returning now.” “You okay?” (Reply Cortez) (Reply Cortez, Trip any) (Posted by Robbie) (USS Exeter - Bridge - CO, Lt. Commander Trip Willimas - 15:28) Watching the "fireworks" Trip shook his head. He wanted a peaceful solution with the Ferengi, and while they never fired a shot, the Badlands environmental threats took care of the problem for them. "Ensign Winters, back us up to a safer distance away from the wreckage," "Aye sir,"came the reply as the Exeter began to move back away from the wreckage. "Well Lynn, That was.....unexpected to the say the least." (reply Bracken) Trip then opened a channel to both the Shuttles. "Ire, Ravok, get your butts back here now. It is way to dangerous to go it in the shuttles. we know where we're headed, and honestly, I'd feel much safer for you four if you were inside the Exeter. The Badlands have certainly earned their reputation." (reply Ire, Ravok) Trip then stood up, "Now then, Lt. Bracken, Lt. Merek, my ready room, we have an away mission to plan." (reply Merek, Bracken) "Ensign Dareshaa, you have the bridge." As Trip took to steps to towards his ready room that's when it happened. A muffled Aye sir from Dareshaa turned into a thud as Dareshaa collapsed to the floor. Trip turned and around and raced towards his tactical chief. "Somebody tell me what just happened." He shouted, he then looked at Ailynn hoping her medical expertise would be able to give him the answer he needed. (reply Bracken) (reply Bracken, Ire, Ravok, Merek, any) (posted by Will) (USS Exeter – Shuttle Beta – CSO Lt JG Erin Cortez - 1529) “You okay?” Erin shook her head, stared out of the viewport window and said, quietly, “Just take me home, Ire.” (posted by Jackie) (USS Exeter – Bridge – 2O/CEO – Lieutenant Keira Merek – 1530) Keira was back at the Engineering console and got to see the “fireworks” show. The greed of the Ferengi officers and crew it seemed had no boundaries that it would not cross. It was like in the pre-war times on Earth peach officers would hand out traffic tickets for minor infractions that citizens would just pay a monetary fine to remind them of their transgression, generate revenue for the municipality and hopefully discourage repeat offenders. The Ferengi could have just taken the slap on the wrist, their traffic ticket and head home, even gotten some pretty decent trades out of the deal. They got greedy and demanded more. This enacted a chain of events that ended in their own demise. ~Such a waste.~ Keira thought. Trip then stood up, "Now then, Lt. Bracken, Lt. Merek, my ready room, we have an away mission to plan." “Aye, sir.” Keira said, once again closing her engineering station. She heard a muffled but still faintly audible “aye…sir.” Coming from behind her. She turned around just in time to see Ensign Dareshaa hit the deck like a sack of produce ready for market. Keira was by the green skinned woman’s side in an instant. ~By Freya, what do I do now?~ Trip turned and around and raced towards his tactical chief. "Somebody tell me what just happened." He shouted. Keira was never any good at medicine. However, she still barely passed the first-aid class required at the academy. ~If she were a piece of machinery, what would you do?~ The Romulan woman thought to herself. ~Diagnostic! Where’s the med kit?~ Remembering when she had overseen installation of every subsystem, including the emergency life-support shelters, of which the bridge was one. Keira slapped the pylon underneath the tactical panel. A compartment opened up revealing a Star Fleet issue medical kit and a type II phaser. She grabbed the med kit and opened it up. Dareshaa was on the deck face up and honestly to Keira looked like a fish out of water. She was clutching the right side of her rib cage and was obviously in pain. ~What does it all mean?~ Keira flipped open the tricorder, which thankfully worked like the engineering and scientific ones she was used to using. She pushed the button that told it to scan and the device vomitted information at her that she wasn’t prepared for, at all. [Race: Orion. Approx. Mass: 60kg. HR: 150 bpm. Resp. 40/min . SPO2: 57%. ETCO2: 23 mmHg] All the numbers starting with the heart rate were in red. The first two after the estimated mass were accompanied by a pair of red triangles pointing up and the last two with red triangles pointing down. Underneath that was a small outline of a non-descript humanoid form with a flashing red oval on the right chest. The read out also read in red characters: [Probable Dx: Hypoxia, due to Pulmonary Embolism, right main pulmonary artery. Administer 20 cc Tri-Ox compound NOW.] Only seconds had gone by, Keira went about doing what the little device had told her to do. She placed the tricorder down next to the fallen tactical chief’s head fished around in the medkit for the hypospray and the vial containing the Tri-Ox. ~It’s the red one.~ She reminded herself, which made it much easier to find. She grabbed the vial and it slipped as she fumbled with the slick surface. It landed on the carpeting on the deck, thankfully fully intact. She picked it up again with a more sure grip and inserted it into the hypospray with a twist. She adjusted the gauge to read “20”. She pressed the business end of the medical device into the Orion woman’s neck and pushed the button. There was a two second audible HISSS. Dareshaa’s eyes opened wide and her muscles tensed as if someone had shocked her. (Reply Lt. Bracken, Trip) Keira gladly handed over the tricorder to the First Officer After which the Engineer sat back stunned at what just happened. (Reply any) (Posted by Todd) (USS Exeter – Bridge – FO Lt(sg) Ailynn Bracken – 1532) Trip stood up after the explosion. "Now then, Lt. Bracken, Lt. Merek, my ready room, we have an away mission to plan." “Aye, sir.” Keira said, closing her engineering station. “Aye Sir.” Ailynn echoed. It was then that Dareshaa collapsed, Ailynn’s back was turned so she missed all the initial events, but as she turned around, she could see that Merek was already reacting. Ailynn had worked countless ER and Trauma ward shifts, and she had seen experienced nurses react far far worse than Merek did. Keira was uncomfortable sure, but she was doing precisely the correct thing at the right time. Ailynn read the tricorder information; she’d always been able to read upside down just as quickly as the right way up. [Race: Orion. Approx. Mass: 60kg. HR: 150 bpm. Resp. 40/min . SPO2: 57%. ETCO2: 23 mmHg] All the numbers starting with the heart rate were in red. The first two after the estimated mass were accompanied by a pair of red triangles pointing up and the last two with red triangles pointing down. Underneath that was a small outline of a non-descript humanoid form with a flashing red oval on the right chest. The read out also read in red characters: [Probable Dx: Hypoxia, due to Pulmonary Embolism, right main pulmonary artery. Administer 20 cc Tri-Ox compound NOW.] Keira grabbed the vial and it slipped as she fumbled with the slick surface. It landed on the carpeting on the deck, thankfully fully intact. She picked it up again with a more sure grip and inserted it into the hypospray with a twist. She adjusted the gauge to read “20”. She pressed the business end of the medical device into the Orion woman’s neck and pushed the button. There was a two second audible HISSS. Dareshaa’s eyes opened wide and her muscles tensed as if someone had shocked her. Kneeling down, Ailynn gently reached out. “Taking over Keira, Tricorder please.” She looked up at Merek and nodded, smiling gently. Keira gladly handed over the tricorder to the First Officer After which the Engineer sat back apparently stunned. Ailynn looked at the information on the screen, and swiped away the suggestions irritably. She changed the screen to show an ECG trace. “large S wave,point I, moderate Q wave point III, inverted T waves in points V1 and V3. Confirm Pulmonary Embellism. Get me 5mg IV Warfarin.” Ailynn remembered that she wasn’t talking to a trained nurse. “Pale green, setting 5 like you did before. Good work Keira. You’re doing well, keep it together.” (Reply Merek) Ailynn took the hypospray and gave Dareshaa the shot of the anti-coagulant. “The Tri-Ox you gave her probably saved her life. Judging by the ECG trace it’s a large embolism; She shouldn’t need to be intubated, but she’ll need an O2 rich atmosphere. Exploratory Percutaneous Thrombectomy and probably a full Pulmonary Embolectomy.” Ailynn paused. “Keira give her 5 of the...yellow one...It’s a mild sedative, it’ll calm her system down, but won’t interfere with the other stuff she’s had.” (reply Merek) “Sir.” She didn’t want to step on Trips toes per se, but she felt that she had to make this call, and quickly. “I’m ordering immediate medical evacuation and transfer to DS9; she can be treated there. We have neither the staff numbers nor the time to treat on board; not with the refugees from the freighter as well.” (Reply Trip) “Computer. Emergency Medical Evacuation, order a shuttle prepped for launch. Command and Medical Authorisation Bracken-iota-zero-three-delta. Confirm request and standby for CO Confirmation.” As Trip and the computer replied, Ailynn grabbed a PADD, and wrote up the treatment report, together with her recommendations, then uploaded it to the LCARS system. [Command and Medical code accepted standing by] (Reply Trip) (Posted by Mark) (USS Exeter – Bridge – 2O/CEO – Lieutenant Keira Merek – 1535) An order directed at her snapped Keira back to reality. “….get me 5mg IV Warfarin.” ~That must be a medication…~ Keira thought and started rapidly searching through the vials in the med kit, though she always seemed to grab the wrong one. “Pale green, setting 5 like you did before. Good work Keira. You’re doing well, keep it together.” The former CMO and now First Officer’s words and tone were calming. She pulled the red vial out and replaced it with the pale green, she set the actuator to the “5” setting as instructed. She then placed the hypospray in Doctor Bracken’s hand like she used to hand her mother tools before she could do it herself. The device gave out another hiss as the Bracken gave the fallen officer the correct dosage. “The Tri-Ox you gave her probably saved her life. Judging by the ECG trace it’s a large embolism; She shouldn’t need to be intubated, but she’ll need an O2 rich atmosphere. Exploratory Percutaneous Thrombectomy and probably a full Pulmonary Embolectomy.” Ailynn paused. “Keira give her 5 of the...yellow one...It’s a mild sedative, it’ll calm her system down, but won’t interfere with the other stuff she’s had.” Keira nodded silently and grabbed the yellow vial and switched it out. Luckily she didn’t have to switch out the dosage this time. Additionally this time she didn’t drop the vial either. The green skinned woman seemed to relax a little after she was given the dose indicated. "Lieutenant Bracken, Lieutenant Merek, in my ready room at 1600, not a moment later. We've got to make sure we have a plan before we get to the enemy base." “Aye.” Keira nodded. Now that her patient was gone further being cared for, she wanted to go check down in Engineering to see if everything was running smoothly. She made a bee-line to the turbolift passing the current CMO on the way. “Engineering.” She said hastily and the door shut. (Reply none) (posted by Todd) (USS Exeter – Bridge – CMO Ens Gabe Vespers – 1540) Gabe exited the turbo lift to the scene, he had diverted to the shuttlebay first to check in but spotting a few familiar faces had just left to his quarters to change into a clean uniform. “Computer. Emergency Medical Evacuation, order a shuttle prepped for launch. Command and Medical Authorisation Bracken-iota-zero-three-delta. Confirm request and standby for CO Confirmation.” Gabe heard Aiylnn say Rushing in Gabe pulled his own tricorder out and gave the Orion a quick scan he looked up and simply nodded to Trip not knowing if it was going to make a difference. Stepping back and allowing things to progress he kept his eye on Trip. Once things had settled he stepped forward "Captian, if you have a moment, there is some information I need to discuss with you. Also, our visitor in Sickbay has been saved, once she's stable she's being transferred to the brig, unless you feel otherwise." Gabe gave Ailynn a little squeeze on the arm, partly to give her reassurance and also to show her he was struggling to stay level. (Reply Trio, Ailynn, any) (Posted by Mat) (USS Exeter – Bridge – CO, Lt. Commander Trip Williams - 15:41) “Sir.” She didn’t want to step on Trips toes per se, but she felt that she had to make this call, and quickly. “I’m ordering immediate medical evacuation and transfer to DS9; she can be treated there. We have neither the staff numbers nor the time to treat on board; not with the refugees from the freighter as well.” "Fine," was Trip's reluctant repy, they were almost three hours into the badlands and had just seen two Ferengi ships get taken out. Not to mention there were still enemy ships lurking around. “Computer. Emergency Medical Evacuation, order a shuttle prepped for launch. Command and Medical Authorisation Bracken-iota-zero-three-delta. Confirm request and standby for CO Confirmation.” [Command and Medical code accepted standing by] "Computer. CO confirmation, Medical Evacuation, ordered and confirmed. Send orders to Shuttlebay to prep theDelta Class Mark II Type Shuttle NX-1672 Ghost. Captain Authorization, Williams-Alpha-Chi-Episolon-Phi-Iota-Lamda-Omega-Tau. Orders for Ensign Rigoberto Del Rio to Pilot, Chief Petty Officer Cress Johnson to assist. Activation of EMH mandatory upon transport of patient to shuttle." [Accepted and shuttle crew notified.] "Begin Emergency medical transport, Ensign Dareshaa, Chief Tactical Officer from Bridge to the Ghost." At that moment Dareshaa was engulfed in a the blue light and was gone from the bridge. "The Ghost will serve our needs better. She's designed to be near undetectable by scans and sensors. The only thing that would make her more ghost like is if she had a cloaking device. Alas, I wasn't able to procure one for her. But she should be a safer ride for out med evac team then our other crafts. Thanks for taking charge there Lynn, your medical expertise comes in handy again." (reply Bracken) Trip had barely noticed the CMO walk in. It just seemed this day was one crisis after another and in the hullabaloo the CMO sort of snuck in without Trip noticing. He didn't even notice that Gabe had scanned Dareshaa as during that time his mind had been analyzing which shuttle and who to fly it. "Captain," the CMO spoke up, "if you have a moment, there is some information I need to discuss with you. Also, our visitor in Sickbay has been saved, once she's stable she's being transferred to the brig, unless you feel otherwise." "I can give you fifteen minutes." Trip said as he motioned to the ready room. (reply Vesper) "Lieutenant Bracken, Lieutenant Merek, in my ready room at 1600, not a moment later. We've got to make sure we have a plan before we get to the enemy base." (reply Bracken and Merek) "Ailynn, you've got the Bridge, and when Ravok gets back, as soon as he's settled in, which may take awhile, because he'll probably chat with half the bridge crew, while conveniently ignoring Lt. Merek's dagger stares, as a way to avoid his punishment. Tell him he's acting Chief Tactical Officer in addition to his current duties as Operations Chief until further notice. With Dareshaa on the injured list, that department will need a more...." Trip paused, "Level headed guiding hand." (reply Bracken) "Sorry, I probably spoke a little bit too informally just now, my apologies. But Keira, go easy on him." (reply Merek iyw) Trip then moved into the ready room. (posted by Will) (USS Exeter – CSO’s office – CSO Lt JG Erin Cortez - 1541) After getting back on board the ship, Erin had left the shuttle bay without saying a word to anyone, changed back into her uniform and headed for her office. Closing the door behind her, she sat down and began to look over the sensor data from the shuttle. ~I should have seen the spike sooner, i could have warned them…~ she thought to herself as she read through the data. After a minute or so, she could feel the anger burning with in her and threw the PADD across the room. As it clattered to the floor, she put her head in her hands and leant forwarded, sighing heavily. (Reply Anyone) (Posted by jackie) (USS Exeter - Shuttlebay - CIO/3O Lieutenant JG Jaelle Foxglove -1543) "How many more Nix. How many more of your friends have you got on board to blow us to kingdom come? Give me one good reason not to throw you out of the nearest door" "Ensign Calm down, don't do anything you will regret. None of these are my friends. I'm on your side." "Ensign, you need to stand down." Jaelle ordered in a voice that defied her small size. Taking a deep breath Sleeford pointed with his chin over his shoulder. "I'm talking about living bombs, the four we had here and one in sickbay, people designed to blow themselves up so you and your terrorist friends can be the big man" "Ensign, Again..." Nix Continued as he spoke Jaelle watched Sleeford saw his movements more driven by anger, and rage than by common sense. As the security officer stepped closer Jaelle stepped between the two men. If it did come to blows She wasn't going to have Tyko in the middle of a situation that would blow his cover futher, and succeed in making this more complex in the future. Jaelle sighed when Sleeford lowered his hand. It seemed the man wasn't beyond all reason. The security officer then looked at the two intelligence officers oddly before pushing his way past. "Report me if you want Lieutenant, I'm past the point of caring" Jaelle was about to respond when Tyko spoke up. Nix looked at Foxglove, "Let me handle this. I might make it worse, but let me be the one to handle this. You can file a report with whomever, but let me go see if I can't calm him down." "If you want, but I would rather this not get any futher out of hand." She turned and looked the other intelligence officer. While his file was impressive and Jaelle knew that he could handle himself. "I can handle a black eye. Guy just needs to cool off." Almost feeling as if she was drowning in testosterone she simply nodded. Nix began running down the corridor and caught up with Sleeford and More. She followed slowly so she could catch up with Tyko afterward, or be on hand to call medical whichever was needed. She did wonder if might replicate some popcorn first. (Reply none needed.) (posted by Matt L) (USS Exeter - Shuttle bay -COO Lieutenant jg Ravok-15:43) After receiving the order from Trip to return to the Exeter. Ravok wasted no time getting back on board. With the shuttle securely tucked away in the shuttle bay. He stood of from his chair " That wasn't so bad, well besides that incident with accidental Nadion exposure." He remarked. There had been a momentary flare up of the stagnant Nadion particles phaser emitters. Both were exposed slightly, but both seemed fine. It was an expected variable, a risk of the phaser conversion and the interaction with the environment of the badlands. ( reply janey) " Maybe later we can have that drink, I'd love to hear more about you" he paused awkwardly " That is if you don't mind telling your story to a romulan " Ravok said with a laugh. ( reply Janey) Ravok nodded his head to her as he walked out of the shuttle and walked back over to the storage crate, removing his flight suit and putting his uniform jacket and boots back on. He closed the storage crate and sat down for a minute. Placing his head in his hands. ~ I need some sleep. Probably gonna be in the home of a dog tonight...or is dog home?...house. no that's birdhouse. Oh hell what did Baker used to say. Why am I forgetting? I'm forgetting his voice? It's happening again. I have forgotten my father's voice. Now I'm forgetting his as well. ~ Ravok thought and closed his eyes trying to remember his father. NRPG: Mental flashback RPG: "Lathuel come sit here" Ravoks father said to him, pointing to his seat at the helm. A young ravoks eyes lit up with joy as he jumped into the seat. " Take her out ,just like last time dad ?" Ravok asked,looking up at his father who was standing beside him. " Yes, just like last time. Don't forget to disengage the docking clamps. " His father said to him, pointing to the button to detach from the station they were docked to. Ravok laughed " I won't forget...Father " NRPG: MMental flashback over. Rpg: ~ I won't forget. I won't forget. I have forgotten.~ Ravoks thoughts raced mad in his mind. He had forgotten his father's voice. In his memories his father's voice was replaced with his own. Ravok stood up off the crate and walked out the shuttle bay without saying a word to anyone. He needed a moment to decompress his emotions. He walked into the turbolift. " Bridge" he ordered. The turbolift started to ascend to Deck 1. (posted by Rob) (USS Exeter – Engineering – 20/CEO – Lieutenant Keira Merek -1543) The moment she spent in the empty lift Keira almost lost her composure, tears welled in her eyes but she kept it together. She wiped her eyes with her sleeve before the door opened. She ran to the head off the main hallway into Engineering, trying to make it before anyone saw her. The door swooshed open allowing her entry and closed behind her. She keyed the locking mechanism. Keira just realized she’d been holding her breath. She let out a lung full of air and gulped another before letting out a cleansing exhale. Her breathing resumed a more normal pattern. She keyed the button for the sink and it dutifully obeyed coming out of the recess in the bulkhead. She perched her hands on the outer corners of the sink, her feet were close together making an awkward tripod. She stared at the running water that was somehow soothing. [BE-BEEP] The chime sounded indicating that someone else was attempting entry. “OCCUPIED!” Keira said, probably a little louder and harsher than was required. ~You can do this, it’s not like she died. You heard Bracken, you did well.~ She thought to herself attempting self-encouragement. Keira flushed the commode and washed her hands in an attempt to conceal why she was actually in there. She looked at herself in the mirror. ~A little blood shot but not bad.~ She just looked tired. She was happy that she elected not to put any make up on that morning, who knows what an emotional outburst like that would have done to it. One last forced even breath, and she put her emotional mask on before unlocking the door and stepping out. She was greeted by one of the enlisted crew. Damage control if Keira remembered correctly. “Sorry, sir, I didn’t….” they began. “Carry on.” Keira said flatly, and moved toward the master display console where there should be someone on duty. “Status, please?” Keira inquired. (Reply Any in Engineering, in as much or little detail as you’d like) “Sounds good.” She said, they were doing a good job down here. “Keep up the good work.” (Reply Engineering) “I’ve got a meeting with the Captain and First Officer. You’re doing great.” She said encouraging the young Ensign. As the doors to the lift closed, Keira said, “Bridge.” (Reply any) (posted by Todd) (USS Exeter - Shuttlebay - Tac/Sec Ens. Stan More - 15:44) Entering the main bay, Sleeford looked round for a doctor or senior nurse, spotting a young doctor, Sleeford walked over. Stan followed Sleeford looking around. He was glad none of the patients had noticed their return. "Doctor do have a second, it's very important and please don't make a fuss" (Jamison) Looking round the bay to see if any one was paying too much attention Sleeford turned to the doctor. Stan positioned himself so his body blocked them from view. "There are four people on deck what have chemicals in their body's, that will explode given the right stimulus,there's one in sickbay nearly frozen, Drs Vepsers and Ryelle are trying to save her life, we have little time, if you want to confirm that fact please do so quickly and quietly, I don't want to alert the others we're on to them." (Jamison) "We have four hypos with a compound we hope is a counter agent to the chemicals, if you and a nurse take one, Ensign More and I will do with the other two." (Jamison) Smiling Sleeford handed over two of the hypos and pointed discreetly to the beds of two young females. "More and I will tackle the two males, hopefully we can get it into their systems before they work out what we're up to. Stan take the first male in zone three, I'll take the bed in zone four" “ Be careful and good luck.” He told his friend. Ever since he was one. More had started to develop a photographic memory. Something that today he was grateful for. Stan picked up a padd. and pretending to read it he approached the male patient. Memories of when he was a child came back to him. As a toddler he had spent a year on Bajor. When his Archaeologist parents attended a archaeological dig. Walking up to the bed he gave the man. The ancient Bajoran greeting then went to touch. The lower part of his ear. But instead of trying to sense the mans pah. He pressed the hypo against his neck. “ Sorry. Just something to help you live long enough to stand a fair trial. “ More said. As More walked away he heard Sleeford and a familiar if unpleasant voice. Standing there seething Sleeford looked between the pair, sensing something was devastatingly wrong. Pushing between the pair, knocking Nix to one side, Sleeford paused and turned. "Report me if you want Lieutenant, I'm past the point of caring" Stan followed Sleeford. Giving Nix one of his famous hard stares. Nix looked at Foxglove, "Let me handle this. I might make it worse, but let me be the one to handle this. You can file a report with whomever, but let me go see if I can't calm him down." (reply Foxglove) "I can handle a black eye. Guy just needs to cool off." (reply Foxglove) Nix began running down the corridor and caught up with Sleeford and More. "Ensigns do you have a quick moment?" (reply Sleeford) “ Sir. If you please enough. We know your opinion of us yellow tops. You made that clear the last time we met.” Stan told him. "And please, just calm down, I'm not here to antagonize you. I'm here to apologize." (reply Sleeford) “ You apologise. In hind site maybe I should not of made the comment about you laying on the floor drooling in a puddle of your own spit. I admit that. It was wrong of me.”Stan said. ( Reply Sleeford , Nix ) “ But we are not going to sit on the floor. Braiding our hair and singing songs about. The global brotherhood of men who travel the stars.” ( Reply Sleeford , Nix ) “Oh you are probably sincere and I accept your apology. But. Sir. Your actions caused us to be alienated from the rest of the medical staff and by now everyone with more pips on them then us. Meaning we cannot do our job of protecting this crew.” Stan took a breath. “ Because of you although we have a cure. We now have to break every rule in the book. To administer it before your kindred blow themselves and us up. So you’ll understand if we take yer wee apology with a pinch of salt.” ( Reply Sleeford , Nix ) ( Posted by:- Norman 🐼) (USS Exeter - Bridge -COB-CMCPO Erik Knight-15:44) After Ensign Draeshaa was beamed off the bridge. The tactical station was temporarily unmanned. Erik who was sitting at the strat ops station, looked over to Petty officer Sytuk, who was standing guard by the entrance to the bridge. Erik stood up and walked over to Sytuk. " I need you to man the tactical station." Sytuk nodded his head with compliance and started to walk over, but was stopped with a hand on his chest by Erik. " Give me your helmet and rifle, you won't be needing those." He ordered. Sytuk complied with his order and handed over the requested items. " Thank you " Erik responded as he walked off the bridge. He walked into the turbolift "Deck 8. Security " the turbolift descended to desired Deck and location. (posted by Rob) (USS Exeter - Bridge - FO Lt(sg) Ailynn Bracken-15:45) "Ailynn, you've got the Bridge, and when Ravok gets back, as soon as he's settled in, which may take awhile, because he'll probably chat with half the bridge crew, while conveniently ignoring Lt. Merek's dagger stares, as a way to avoid his punishment. Tell him he's acting Chief Tactical Officer in addition to his current duties as Operations Chief until further notice. With Dareshaa on the injured list, that department will need a more...." Trip paused, "Level headed guiding hand." “Understood Sir.” Ailynn sat down in the main chair as her old friend left the Bridge. As always, she felt the tingle of excited giddiness swim over her. She vowed then, as she always did, to immediately hand in her resignation as Commissioned Officer the second that she took this as run of the mill. Logging in to the terminal embedded into the arm of the chair, sitting back she ran her eyes down the continuous stream of information that ran through this chair. She understood how so many Captains, capable people all of them ignored it and devolved all that knowledge to everyone below them, seeking instead to make decision on advice alone. Ailynn herself was utterly different, her brain demanded to understand it, she had an innate desire to not just see the flow of ones and zeros on the screen in front of her, but the reason for their existence. She’d been idly following all the stations for about ten minutes when Ravok returned to the Bridge. He exchanged a few words with Michaels, after which Ailynn turned to him and pulled his attention away. “Lieutenant Ravok.” (Reply Ravok) “You may have heard about Ensign Dareshaa’s unfortunate departure from the Exeter. You are hereby appointed as acting CTO alongside your COps position, effective immediately. You have my apologies for laying this on you in such a manner, but time is of the essence, and an Officer of your Calibre I know will have a great deal to offer. Congratulations Lieutenant.” The minutes passed once more, and at some point Kiera had returned to the Bridge, there was a hint around her that suggested...Ailynn shook her head, she hated herself, there were times that she wished that she never noticed the tiny things about people’s mannerisms. Just short of 1600 Ailynn logged out of the Captain’s chair, and turned to Lieutenant Ravok. “Bridge is yours Lieutenant Ravok.” (Reply Ravok) She then turned to Merek, who was making her way across toward the Ready Room. She nodded as she fell in step alongside the Second Officer, the doors to the Captain’s Ready Room opened as they approached, uneasily Ailynn entered the room first, unsuited still to being everyones superior. (posted by Mark) (USS Exeter - Corridor deck 7- Tac/Sec ens. Paul Sleeford 15:45) Standing at the turbolift door waiting for the car to arrive Sleeford heard a voice he'd rather forget, turning round he saw Nix standing 5 metres away. "Ensigns do you have a quick moment?" "It never rains it pours.. What now?" Waiting for the next barrage of insults and accusations and threats of JAG, Sleeford took a few seconds to calm himself, the pain in his right hand slowly becoming more prevalent as the anger and adrenalin wore off, he'd been stupid to thump the wall, but it was that or Nix, the knuckles would heal, probably if he went to sickbay cap in hand. Hitting Nix would result in a court marshal, deferred promotion or worse ejection from the service. Standing by as More fired off a response. “ Sir. If you please enough. We know your opinion of us yellow tops. You made that clear the last time we met.” Stan told him. "And please, just calm down, I'm not here to antagonize you. I'm here to apologize." Looking at Nix, Sleeford frowned, there was something there, something he couldn't read, the anger he felt towards the man clouded his judgement. Slowly lifting his right hand he slid it under his left armpit to steady the throbbing. “ You apologise. In hind site maybe I should not of made the comment about you laying on the floor drooling in a puddle of your own spit. I admit that. It was wrong of me.”Stan said. ( Reply Nix ) “ But we are not going to sit on the floor. Braiding our hair and singing songs about. The global brotherhood of men who travel the stars.” Trying not to laugh at More's anger Sleeford took the time to study Nix, the Bajorian seemed to have lost a lot of his arrogance and bluster that bothered Sleeford, taking some deep breaths to suppress the pain Sleeford studied Nix some more. ( Reply, Nix ) “Oh you are probably sincere and I accept your apology. But. Sir. Your actions caused us to be alienated from the rest of the medical staff and by now everyone with more pips on them then us. Meaning we cannot do our job of protecting this crew.” Stan took a breath. “ Because of you although we have a cure. We now have to break every rule in the book. To administer it before your kindred blow themselves and us up. So you’ll understand if we take yer wee apology with a pinch of salt.” ( Reply , Nix ) "Mr Nix, there's something your trying to tell me, something I'm too stupid, too angry, too frustrated at the moment to understand, in a few days time it will hit my like a rock, when it does i;ll come find you and we can talk, but right now, sir I accept your apology, I also apologise for acting like a jerk, it was uncalled for." (Reply Nix) As the door to the lift opened Sleeford walked in, turning back he looked at Nix, seeing the same look he'd given the third officer, on that stated, 'I'm your senior officer, you may not like that fact but...'. As the door closed the Bajorian disappeared. (reply Nix) (posted by Alistair) (USS Exeter - Ready Room - CO, Lt. Commander Trip Williams - 15:47) Trip entered first and walked around to his desk chair and sat down. "Now then Doctor, what can I help you with?" (reply Vesper) (reply Vesper, Bracken, Merek, any) (posted by Will) (USS Exeter - Ready Room - CMO - Ens Gabe Vespers - 15:48) Trip entered first and walked around to his desk chair and sat down. "Now then Doctor, what can I help you with?" Trip said sitting down Gabe pulled his tricorder out and nodded to it "Given the intensity of the situation I wanted to check how your implant was doing and how your body is coping with the adrenaline." (Reply Trip IYW) Gabe moved around and placed a reassuring hand on Trips shoulder. He knew it was out of line but given what had just happened he felt it was needed. "How are you holding up? Headaches palpations?" Concerns?" Gabe watched the readouts as Trio spoke. (Reply Trip) "Your blood pressure is up, but that's to be expected given recent events" Gabe pulled out a hypo and went to the replicator, using his medical override he replicated the required treatment and administered it. "This should help, I'll set up a link between your implant and my terminal in sickbay just to monitor things. I guess this is a stark reminder of your fallibility, not that anyone needs reminded of that now. This won't happen every time it's just the first high pressure situation you've been in since the implant went in." (Reply Trip) Gabe pocketed the hypo and the tricorder and moved to the front of the desk "There is something concerning that the freighter Captain said. The raiders are abducting us Bajorans." (Reply Trip) (Posted by Mat) (USS Exeter - Corridor deck 7- SFI Agent Lt. Commander Tyko Nix - 15:48) “ You apologise. In hind site maybe I should not of made the comment about you laying on the floor drooling in a puddle of your own spit. I admit that. It was wrong of me.”Stan said. ~In hindsight you should not have done lots of things ensign. You let your own personal feelings get in the way of a mission, you threatened a patient who was being rude to you and treated a refugee and patient as a terrorist merely because he was rude and because of the species he was. Officers have been court martialed for less. Had I know you would react so poorly I'd have chosen a different tactic. Still, in hindsight, your whole approach should have been different.~ Nix thought to himself. The Ensign seemed to be greener than an unripe banana. "Well I hope we can move past this incident." Nix said trying to see if the Ensign would finally own up to the fact his whole approach was part of a bigger problem. “ But we are not going to sit on the floor. Braiding our hair and singing songs about. The global brotherhood of men who travel the stars.” ~I guess not.~ "As for you Ensign Sleeford?" Nix asked, realizing that More wasn't quite grasping the inappropriateness of his behavior from earlier. “Oh you are probably sincere and I accept your apology. But. Sir. Your actions caused us to be alienated from the rest of the medical staff and by now everyone with more pips on them then us. Meaning we cannot do our job of protecting this crew.” Stan took a breath. “ Because of you although we have a cure. We now have to break every rule in the book. To administer it before your kindred blow themselves and us up. So you’ll understand if we take yer wee apology with a pinch of salt.” Nix wanted to spout back, to let them both know the reason why they felt alienated was of their own doing. They were too wrapped up in the rush of the yellow top, of the security officer, carrying that big stick, that they had yet to realize how innappropriate their whole approach had been. That no matter how how rude someone was being, threats where never appropriate unless their was an absolute certainty they were a threat. And given the First Officer seemed to view Nix's acting as nothing more than just a pissed off man with head trauma feeling he was being unfairly split off from the pack because of his Race, she obviously didn't see him as a threat. More troubling for Nix was the fact that the two were more gung ho on the fact that because he was rude and the same species as their enemy, he had to be the bad guy. ~I hope they turn it around. They have potential. They just need to get over themselves.~ Which is what Nix wanted to say but he merely thought it instead, not wanting to risk antagonizing the two again. Sure they could try and attack him, but given his training through SFI, he could probably take them on his own. But he wasn't here for violence, he was here hoping that the two would stop seeing him as the enemy. Seeing any Bajoran as the enemy. "Gentleman, I am not your enemy." He said, masking what he really wanted to say. "Mr Nix, there's something your trying to tell me, something I'm too stupid, too angry, too frustrated at the moment to understand, in a few days time it will hit my like a rock, when it does i;ll come find you and we can talk, but right now, sir I accept your apology, I also apologize for acting like a jerk, it was uncalled for." As the two ensigns entered the turbolift, Nix kept it open briefly. "Gentleman, as you depart, I want you to chew on one thing, on simple fact. And for my behavior I am sorry, you'll know the truth someday. But your behavior was borderline court martial worthy. If you look at every rude person as a threat, without taking into account extenuating circumstances, if you take upset attitudes as a reason to be suspicious, if you treat every rude person as a suspect, your careers wont last long. If you use your position as security officer to threaten refugees without taking into account head injuries or stress due to near death, you will have a hard time making friends. Treating me as the enemy merely because I was rude and Bajoran, could potentially blind you to real threats. Just because there are Bajoran terrorists doesn't mean that all Bajorans are terrorists. My people are Federation citizens, same as you, with the same rights, responsibilities, and trust, same as you. The other is not the enemy. We are not the enemy. I am not your enemy. Hell your FO is part Bajoran. One day, one day you will understand why I acted the way I did. These terrorists are the real threat, a threat not just to the Federation, but to my people, to our way of life, to our government. We are not the threat. You would do well to realize that. I'm not going to file any reports to your Department head, First Officer, or Commanding Officer. Consider that a courtesy. A freebie, no black mark on your records. But you need to seek help, a counselor, a mentor, somebody. You need to tone down that aggressiveness, it will get you court martialed at best, killed or someone you are supposed to protect killed at worst. I'd hate to see that anger ruin your careers. Just a piece of advice, take it or leave it. And again, I'm sorry that my rudeness angered you so." Nix released the button and the turbolift closed leaving the two security officers in the turbolift alone. (reply More, Sleeford) Nix then returned to the shuttle bay. (posted by Will) (USS Exeter - Ready Room - CO, Lt. Commander Trip Williams - 15:49) "Given the intensity of the situation I wanted to check how your implant was doing and how your body is coping with the adrenaline." "Grew up next to an intense Doctor in Miss Aimee, my best friend is an intense doctor, and now it turns out my CMO is an intense Doctor, should have known you'd figure out an excuse to run a diagnostic. Go ahead, carry on." "How are you holding up? Headaches palpations?" Concerns?" "Let's see other than the fact that everything is coming to a head all at once. Medically I feel fine. Yes my anxiety is at an all time high, but I mean, we had our orders changed at the last minute. Had a space battle, have dealt with living bonbs, saw a bunch of greedy Ferengi blow up right in front of us, and my Chief Tactical Officer is on her way back to Deep Space Nine due to a pulmonary embolsim. Oh and apparently I have two overzealous tactical officers, and a deep...." Trip paused before talking about Tyko Nix, "Deep desire for Tacos, because I stress eat. But as far as my implant is concerned. I think I am fine." "Your blood pressure is up, but that's to be expected given recent events" Gabe pulled out a hypo and went to the replicator, using his medical override he replicated the required treatment and administered it. "This should help, I'll set up a link between your implant and my terminal in sickbay just to monitor things. I guess this is a stark reminder of your fallibility, not that anyone needs reminded of that now. This won't happen every time it's just the first high pressure situation you've been in since the implant went in." "I don't need a high pressure situation to remind me I'm fallable Doctor." Trip paused, "My wife does a very good job of that every time I say something stupid." Trip then let out a chuckle. He need to let out a bit of humor now and then to calm him down during tense situations. "Now then, what was the urgent matter you wanted to discuss?" "There is something concerning that the freighter Captain said. The raiders are abducting us Bajorans." "What do you mean abducting? How certain are you?" (reply Vesper) "What exactly did the freighter captain say?" (reply Vesper) "I mean.... I guess, in a way that makes....sense, right, like if you viewed the Federation or really anything that ran contrary to your views as poison and oppresive, wouldn't uyuou want to liberate your people from it?' (reply Vesper) "Anyways Doctor, thanks for bringing this to me. You are dismissed." Trip paused as the doctor prepared to leave, "Oh actually I need you to do something for me, go ahead and make a series of sub dermal tracking beacons. Something that can be hard to discover if you were scanning for that kind of thing. Just two or three should be sufficient. Use any resource at your disposal to get it done, I'm sure our intelligince department might be willing to help if you hit a snag." (reply Vesper) "I don't plan on using anyone as bait, don't worry, it's more of a break glass in case of emergency plan, Now get to it." (reply Vesper) (reply Vesper) (posted by Will) (USS Exeter -Bridge -COO Lieutenant jg Ravok-15:49) When the doors opened he exited and walked onto the bridge. He looked around, Keira , Trip, Draeshaa and Bracken were all gone. Ravok walked over to Ensign Page at the ops station. " How is everything Ensign?" ( reply page) " What?" He remarked looking around. Hearing that Ensign Draeshaa had feel out on the bridge had him worried and concerned. He saw Ensign Page going to stand up. " No, No your fine. You have ops Ensign. " Ravok said as he walked back to the tactical station. Seeing the large Reman in tactical gear standing at the station. Seeing his Rank on his gear. Ravok asked " Are you ok Petty officer?" Sytuk looked at the romulan addressing him. " I am fine Sir" He responded to the Lieutenant. Ravok looked down at the tactical station to see Sytuks resting hand near the initiation sequence command button for photon torpedoes. Ravok reached over and tapped the console commands twice and the initiation sequence button disappeared from the console, minimizing to the lower corner. " Wouldn't want to accidentally fire those up now would we? " he asked with a friendly smile. Sytuk snapped his head quickly to Ravok and glared at him. " No...Sir" his eyes seemingly staring right through him. Ravok backed up slightly, feeling the tension. " I'm just checking , I've never seen you at this post. First time?" Sytuk looked away from Ravok. " Is there a problem Sir?" Ravok shook his head. "With you no, with where your other hand is yes " Sytuk looked down and raised his hand. " You see petty officer Sytuk you were about to bring aft phasers online. That is a problem. The tactile interface settings on these tactical terminals are very sensitive. One wrong move and then you have to explain yourself to the captain, and I don't want that for you." Said Ravok. Sytuk closed his eyes briefly, swallowing his pride. " Tha..thank..Thank you Sir" saying thank you to a Romulan is something he had never done without being physically forced into doing. He wasn't opposed to Ravok in anyway. Sytuk just felt slightly unsettled, but understood the situation. " I'm sorry Sir" Ravok smiled at him. " Hey there's nothing to be sorry about. In a simulation at the academy I once opened fire on an admiral's flagship. " He laughed. " It was only a simulation , but my instructors were furious and it didn't help that I was a romulan cadet opening fire on a Starfleet admiral's flagship. They figured It was some anti-federation move on my part." Sytuk looked at him. " Was it ?" Ravok shook his head " Oh no, I wouldn't dream of that. The federation is my home. Unfortunately I just had to prove that a little more than my fellow cadets did. " He answered. Sytuk looked back at the terminal.~ Not a very good romulan~ He thought. " I'll let you get back to it. If you need anything just ask. " Ravok said as he walked over and sat down at science station number 2, next to Adala. " So how's your day Ms. Michaels?" ( reply Adala) ( reply janey, Page, Adala) ( posted by Rob Davis - ( spc) sytuk , (Pc) Lieutenant Jg Ravok) (USS Exeter -Bridge - SPC Ensign Rylee Page -15:50) Not having a lot of time to process what had happened on the bridge, Rylee turned her attention back to her station. Her mind was trying to fight what had happened to Ensign Draeshaa when a voice spoke next to her, " How is everything Ensign?" Looking up, she saw the face of Lt Ravok and she sighed heavily, “Ensign Draeshaa, Sir…. she collapsed and got taken off the bridge.” " What?" He remarked looking around. Rylee, recognising his seniority, went to stand as he remarked, " No, No your fine. You have ops Ensign. " Nodding, she took her seat again, took another deep breath and continued manning her station, hoping that someone would come and relieve her soon so she could take a moment to process what had happened and what she had seen. (Reply No-one) (posted by Jackie) (USS Exeter - Main Shuttle Bay- SFI Agent Lt. Commander Tyko Nix - 15:50) "Well Lieutenant Foxglove," Nix said with a sigh. "Hopefully those two get it." (reply Foxglove) "Their behavior was unacceptable, but I think, in this instance lenience is merited. They need to learn. They can be great officers if they can stay out of their way." (reply Foxglove) "As for the threat of the punch, it never would have landed, I'd have taken out his knee well before he could have landed the punch. One doesn't get to be a Lt. Commander with Starfleet Intelligence without being able to hold their own in a fight." (reply Foxglove) "Now then, if I'm cleared, any chance for some guest quarters, I could use a shower and a change. My orders are that if my cover is ever to be revealed, in this manner, that I'm supposed to go out of deep cover. So I guess a fresh uniform will also be needed. Man, I wonder what those two will say when the see me with commander pips." (reply Foxglove) (reply More, Sleeford, Foxglove) (posted by Will) (USS Exeter - Ready Room - CMO Ens Gabe Vesper - 15:50) "What do you mean abducting? How certain are you?" "Very certain, she broke down in tears. There was no sign of deceit" Gabe said tapping his arm a little. "What exactly did the freighter captain say?" "That they were boarded, the crew gunned down and the Bajorans abducted, beamed off" "I mean.... I guess, in a way that makes....sense, right, like if you viewed the Federation or really anything that ran contrary to your views as poison and oppresive, wouldn't uyuou want to liberate your people from it?' "Abduction is not liberation Captain, its kidnapping and it concerns me deeply for those of us with Bajoran heritage. Self preservation is a virtue." "Anyways Doctor, thanks for bringing this to me. You are dismissed." Trip paused as the doctor prepared to leave, "Oh actually I need you to do something for me, go ahead and make a series of sub dermal tracking beacons. Something that can be hard to discover if you were scanning for that kind of thing. Just two or three should be sufficient. Use any resource at your disposal to get it done, I'm sure our intelligince department might be willing to help if you hit a snag." "Captain if you're planning on sending anyone into the lions mouth I must object" Gabe said snapping as he turned. "I don't plan on using anyone as bait, don't worry, it's more of a break glass in case of emergency plan, Now get to it." Coughing a little Gabe raised an eyebrow at his dismissal "Lay off the tacos Trip, doctor's orders. Also, you'll find me much more intense than any Bracken." Gabe left it hanging and turned on his heels leaving the room. (posted by Mat H.) (USS Exeter - Bridge - CMO - Ens Gabe Vesper - 15:51) Crossing the room he looked again at Ronnie, wishing he had an excuse to cross the bridge to her. "Vespers to Cortez" (Reply Cortez) "Can I have a moment of your time" (Reply Cortez) (Reply Trip, Cortez, any) (Posted by Mat) (USS Exeter - Security Center -COB-CMCPO Erik Knight-15:52) He walked out into the security center and proceeded towards the weapons locker to sto away Sytuk's gear in its proper location. A security officer stopped him before he could enter. " How can I help you?" She asked. " Knight, Security clearance Delta 514. Signal indigo level 2" Erik responded , declaring his security clearance for the area and the proper signal of the day and current security level for the area. She nodded her head and stepped aside allowing him to enter the security center. He proceeded down the corridor to the locker room and approached the desk just outside. He laid the helmet and phaser rifle on the counter. "These belong to Petty officer Sytuk, see that the helmet finds it's way to his security locker and the phaderrifle is returned to its proper location as well. " The enlisted man at the desk looked at Erik " Right away Sir." Erik nodded his head and walked back towards the entrance of the security center. He slapped his commbadge. " Knight to Faust " ( reply rebecca faust) " Meet me on Deck 8 section 12" ( reply Faust) Erik headed to the meeting place to await the intelligence agent. ( reply faust ) ( posted by Rob Davis- (Spc) CMcpo Erik Knight) (USS Exeter - Shuttlebay - CIO/3O Lieutenant JG Jaelle Foxglove -1553) Well Lieutenant Foxglove," Nix said with a sigh. "Hopefully those two get it." "I'm just glad that it was handled on a adult level." She spoke calmly no thrilled at the prospect of having to break thier behavior to the CO. It not a position Jaelle cared to be in. "Their behavior was unacceptable, but I think, in this instance lenience is merited. They need to learn. They can be great officers if they can stay out of their way." Jaelle nodded as the two exited the Shuttlebay and made there way into the main corridor beyond." "As for the threat of the punch, it never would have landed, I'd have taken out his knee well before he could have landed the punch. One doesn't get to be a Lt. Commander with Starfleet Intelligence without being able to hold their own in a fight." "Or full commander for the same reason. But rank is not the point. You are here and I am the ranking intelligence officer not to mention, the 3O. If anything did happen it would of still fallen to me as to way I didn't stop it from escalating to that point." "Now then, if I'm cleared, any chance for some guest quarters, I could use a shower and a change. My orders are that if my cover is ever to be revealed, in this manner, that I'm supposed to go out of deep cover. So I guess a fresh uniform will also be needed. Man, I wonder what those two will say when the see me with commander pips." "Now that would be something to see." She spoke calmly, preferring to keep her conversations more to the point. Even though Tyko was an ally he was still intelligence and that ment he was always looking for any tiny piece of information that was given away on accident. She handed over a PADD that would give him access to one of the guests quarters, as they walked. "Im sure after you have freshened up the Captain would be more than happy to meet with you." (Reply Tkon) (Posted by Matthew Locke) (USS Exeter - CSO Office - CSO Lt JG Erin Cortez - 1553) After having spent a good portion of time studying the plasma spike that had taken out the ferengi ships, Erin sat back in her chair and sighed. ~ there was nothing I could have done.~ she thought to herself as she closed her eyes and took a deep breath to steady herself. "Vespers to Cortez" Sighing, Erin rubbed the bridge of her nose and tapped her combadge, "Cortez here, what can I do for you, Doctor?" "Can I have a moment of your time" "Of course, come by my office." (Reply Vespers) (posted by Jackie) (USS Exeter - Bridge - COO Lieutenant jg Ravok-15:53) “Lieutenant Ravok.” Ravok stopped. His conversation with Adala and looked at Bracken. " Yes Sir" He responded, standing up to look at her. “You may have heard about Ensign Dareshaa’s unfortunate departure from the Exeter. You are hereby appointed as acting CTO alongside your COps position, effective immediately. You have my apologies for laying this on you in such a manner, but time is of the essence, and an Officer of your Calibre I know will have a great deal to offer. Congratulations Lieutenant.” He looked around at the others on the bridge. ~ Really? Why me? Officer of my calibre ? I'm just doing my job, like anyone else. Must be my Romulan effcientness again. Is it true? Well Keira is efficent Maybe it's true.~ Ravok thought to himself in a blur. " Thank you Doc…" He stopped and cleared his throat. He was still so used to her being a doctor. " Thank you Sir" He said with a smile and a nod of his head. He sat back down. Next to Adala to continue the conversation to and go over some of the sensor readings. As he pointed to the multiphasic scan wavelength on Adalas terminal. He was called upon once again. This time it was Keira, she approached him. “Sorry to interrupt, can I speak to you Lieutenant? In private.” " Of course Sir" He replied to Her. “I’d wait but I’m kinda pressed for time and this wont take but a couple moments.” Keira said. Ravok looked over to Adala " I will return Ensign Michael's, good work on the sensor analysis " ( reply Adala) Ravok nodded and smiled at her . He stood up and followed Merek. He was led to the Observation lounge. The doors shut behind him. " Dísira" He said , calling her by her true name. " Let me explain. I wa.." he was cut off by her arms squeezing him tight. He squeezed her back, closing his eyes. Happy to have this moment with her. “I presume you heard about Dareshaa? Scared me to the core, but we’ll talk about that later. I wasn’t mad about you going on a dangerous mission. I wouldn’t have fallen in love with a fighter pilot, and a Starfleet officer if I couldn’t come to grips with you would have to go on dangerous missions. I was very upset that you didn’t tell me…. felt too much like you were hiding something.” He pulled away from her slightly and looked at her. " There is nothing I can say to let you know how sorry I am. I felt terrible. I didn't want to distract you from your duties. I will never keep you sidelined again. " Ravok said to her as their hug ended. “Thank you. I can respect that, making an effort means a lot. I’ve got a meeting with Trip and Ailynn, I don’t want to be late.” Keira remarked. " Wouldn't want to keep Papa Trip waiting now would we? He's got enough on his plate." Ravok said with a smirk. Among Keira and himself he would often refer to Trip as Papa Trip. “Definitely.” Keria. said and left the conference room heading straight for the ready room. Ravok walked back out to the bridge, as soon as the doors closed behind him Lieutenant Bracken addressed him again. “Bridge is yours Lieutenant Ravok.” " Aye Sir " He responded. With the bridge left in his care he tapped his commbadge while standing in the middle of the bridge. " Ensign M'Rurrh, please report to the bridge for duty. I also need to have a word with you " ( reply M'Rurrh) Ravok looked at the ops station. " Ensign Page , when Ensign M'Rurrh arrives you are relieved" ( reply page) Ravok walked over to the command chair and sat down. ~ Tactical and ops?~ ( reply M'Rurrh, Page) ( posted by Davis) (USS Exeter – Bridge – 2O/CEO – Lieutenant Keira Merek – 1555) The lift doors opened again for the fourth time for her in under 10 minutes. The bridge was more sparse than Keira had left it. She immediately spotted Lathuel sitting next to Ensign Michaels apparently in conversation. Perhaps about the telemetry the shuttles had sent? She calmly approached the pair. “Sorry to interrupt, can I speak to you Lieutenant? In private.” she asked. “I’d wait but I’m kinda pressed for time and this wont take but a couple moments.” (Reply Ravok, Michaels) She lead Ravok to the Observation lounge and waited for the doors to close behind them. The lighting was still low and she made no efforts to raise them. (Reply Ravok) What ever he was saying it really didn’t register to Keira who interrupted what he was saying and squeezed him in a tight hug. (Reply Ravok) “I presume you heard about Dareshaa? Scared me to the core, but we’ll talk about that later. I wasn’t mad about you going on a dangerous mission. I wouldn’t have fallen in love with a fighter pilot, and a Starfleet officer if I couldn’t come to grips with you would have to go on dangerous missions. I was very upset that you didn’t tell me…. felt too much like you were hiding something.” (Reply Ravok) “Thank you. I can respect that, making an effort means a lot.” She said with a pause. “I’ve got a meeting with Trip and Ailynn, I don’t want to be late.” (Reply Ravok) “Definitely.” She said and left the conference room heading straight for the ready room. (Reply Ravok, Michaels, Bracken, Trip) (Posted by Todd) (USS Exeter - intelligence department- Agent -MCPO - Rebecca Faust - 15:55) Rebecca had been monitoring the situation down in the intelligence department as she passed information on to Foxglove. =^=Knight to Faust=^= “This is Faust. How can I help you COB?” " Meet me on Deck 8 section 12" “Okay on my way.” She logged off from the terminal she was working on and headed for the door. As she entered the area she saw Knight waiting for her. “What can I do for you COB?” ( reply knight) ( posted by Robbie (SPC Rebecca Faust) (USS Exeter - Bridge - Assistant CScio - Ensign SG – Adala Michaels - 1556) " So how's your day Ms. Michaels?" Adala shrugged. "Just a normal day, running scans. Keeping an eye on stuff." She laughed. "You know, the usual" She had been running Multiphasic scans for who knows how long, she'd lost track of time. She turned back to her console as Lieutenant Merek joined them. " I will return Ensign Michael's, good work on the sensor analysis " She nodded to Ravok. "Talk to you later Sir." (Reply Ravok, Merek, any on bridge) (Posted by Kathleen) (USS Exeter – Bridge - Ops station - SPC Ensign Rylee Page- 1557 ) As Rylee sat at her station, her fingers worked the console infront of her, almost an attempt to keep herself busy. The recent events had been playing on her mind but she was focused in her job and her station. As she began to run a scan, her mind betrayed her, her thoughts turning to the series of events that had lead her to where she was now. (Flashback) Running through the streets of her home town, the teenage Rylee laughed heartily as she dodged the shoppers and people returning home from work in the larger, more metropolitan cities around the area. Knowing that if she didn't make it home soon, her father would not be happy. Mind you, she knew that once he found out where she had been the past few evenings, he wouldn't be happy but she didn't care. Screeching to a halt a few yards away from the family home, she took several deep breaths, pulled a hair tie out of her pocket and pulled her long blonde hair into a tight ponytail and walked through the door to her family home. Instantly, she knew she was in trouble. Her father was sat in the living area, arms folded. Her mother stood and looked at her daughter, nodded slightly and left the room. Walking into the living area, Rylee smiled at her father, "Good evening papa." "Take a seat." He replied flatly. As she did as she was told, Rylee could tell by the look on his face that he knew. He knew about it all. "Father…" she began and stopped instantly as he held up his hand. "Rylee, you need to understand one thing first. I am not mad for what you have done. I am upset that you chose to keep it secret and to lie to me." Lowering her head, Rylee took a breath, "Father, I never wanted to be an initiate. That's not where my heart lies." Her father looked at her and smiled. "It might surprise you to know that I was the same at your age. It's why I was never joined. My father was and it was his dearest dream to see that happen for me. It broke his heart when i chose the arts." Leaning forward, he took Rylee's hands in his, "My girl, you are my only daughter. My little girl. I will love you no matter what path you chose but I have to ask, why Starfleet? Why do you spend your evenings with the old officer down at the dock?" "He's kind, been telling me stories of the Starfleet of old. The explorers, the new worlds, the stars. Father, it … makes my heart sing. To be able to travel the stars, see new worlds. Walk on earth that is not Trill. I want that life. I want to be on a starship, to be part of a crew. And not because I have 8 lifetimes of experience and knowledge to help me. I want to do it for me." Her father smiled, sat back and said, "Then, perhaps we should see about getting you some training and some instruction and the academy and the kinds of things the entrance exam will contain." (End of flashback) Without noticing it, Rylee caught her reflection in the console before her and saw the soft smile that had crept onto her face. Her father had passed a year before she had left Trill. Under her breath, she whispered, "Made it papa." (Reply none) (Posted by Jackie) (USS Exeter - CSO Office - CSO Lt JG Erin Cortez - 1559) As the chime on her office door signalled the arrival of the good Doctor, Erin sat up straight in her chair, rested her elbows on her desk and said, "Come on in, Doctor." (Reply Vespers) Gesturing for him to take a seat, Erin smiled softly, "I'm guessing this isn't a home visit for a mandatory physical?" (Reply Vespers) (Reply Vespers, any) (Posted by Jackie) (USS Exeter –Turbolift– CFO – Lieutenant (JG) - Ire Williams - 1559) Ire felt the turbolift rise as it sped its way through the ship toward the bridge. He had followed Ravok back and parked his shuttle neatly beside his. Erin had already left ahead of him while was performing post flight and handing the shuttle back to the CPO on duty. He stood silently on his own calming himself from the post flight buzz. He always had that it when flying more so the shuttles and fighters but also the Exeter. He took slow deep breaths as he relaxed his mind and blew off any excesses adrenalin that was still in his system. “Calm yourself Ire. You have more flying to do. You need to relax or you will be all over the place with the Exeter.” He smiled to himself. She may be a big star ship and he had to anticipate his turns and manoeuvres so that he would not and up on the wrong heading facing the wrong way, he did had a soft spot for the Exeter and did enjoy flying her. Although he would not admit that to Ravok or Trip. There was a slight shift in direction as the turbolift began its final leg to the bridge. He knew that Captain’s had two woman in their lives and although he enjoyed flying the Exeter he did not feel that she was apart of him in that way although Lucky Thirteen had come close the Mk5 not the old Peregrine. He had only one woman in his life and he would have to talk to her later to make sure that things were all right between them. The turbolift made a soft chime as it neared the bridge. He paused for a moment nodded to himself. “Right then let’s go.” The turbolift doors opened, he stepped onto the bridge and headed towards the conn. (Reply any) (Posted by Robbie) (USS Exeter - Captain’s Ready Room - FO Ailynn Bracken - 1600) “Captain, You required our presence for a meeting at 1600 precisely?” She knew that Merek was stood to her side, Merek she knew from her file was 6’, but she fell 2 inches short of Ailynn’s 6’2”. Both women tall, with a commanding presence that filled the room. They weren’t stood anything like an attention that would pass a Marine inspection; but Ailynn knew both women, Merek and herself stood at the perfect expected alert befitting their position, a look of unreadable intelligence and readiness in both their eyes. Ailynn allowed herself the tiniest of smiles, precisely one eight of an inch, on the left side of her face only; her attention at a point precisely one foot to left and one foot six inches up from the Commanding Officers shoulder, as was dictated from ancient military doctrine from where her family was from. (Reply T.Williams) (Posted by Mark) (USS Exeter - Corridor deck 7 - Tac/Sec Ens. Stan More - 16:00 ) Racist. The word cut through Stan like a hot knife through butter. As the turbo lift doors closed. He looked down at his feet. Racist. “ Did you know he was injured before he shouted at us? “ Stan asked Sleeford ( Reply Sleeford ) “ I know he is one of the most annoying people I have cast my eyes upon. But he has a point.” Stan said Stan dug at the turbo lift floor with his foot. He had been unprofessional Nix was right and that’s what bugged him the most. But the Bajoran had admitted he was also in the wrong hadn’t he? But to imply Stan was racist. That hurt. More had grown up around aliens. In the summers when he was young. Stan had traveled around the Aplha quadrant. With his archaeologist parents. They often ended up on Bajor. How dare he call Stan a racist! His hand hovered over the turbo lift controls. More stopped himself. No. Keep away from him. Calm down. Stan needed to calm down. ( Reply - Sleeford ) “ Nay. I am ok. Best we keep away from him for now. We have enough problems and no mistake.” Stan said ( Reply - Sleeford ) “ Yer. Plus we still have that wee lassie in Sickbay to deal with. There’s no way we will be able to get around Dr Vesper. Unless we can pass one of these wee things to Ryelle. But how......? The good doctor has the eyes of a Aquila chrysaetos...... Golden Eagle.” More said. ( Reply , Sleeford ) ( Posted by:- Norman 🐼) (USS Exeter - Turbolift Sec/Tac Officer Ens. Paul Sleeford 16:01) As the car door closed Sleeford let out a deep sigh, his day had gone from bad to really horrendous in a short few hours, to make matters worse he knew it was his own fault, his temper had got the better of him and now he’d be lucky to take control of the head, let alone a security team. Thinking on the parting words of the Bojorian, Sleeford felt ashamed. Looking at the younger Ensign he could see More was struggling. “ Did you know he was injured before he shouted at us? “ Stan asked Sleeford Shaking his head Sleeford admitted the fact of his ignorance. “ I know he is one of the most annoying people I have cast my eyes upon. But he has a point.” Stan said “We weren’t the most shining examples of Starfleet either. We let the situation get away from us. Now if our Bajorian friend doesn’t report us, the third or first officer surely will, if they don’t the the CMO definitely will. At best it will be for being stupid, at worst it will be insubordination and dereliction of duty. Both of which are reportable on our service records.” Shaking his head Sleeford knew he would accept whatever punishment was metered out, at worst it would defer his next promotion, failing that he was sure the captain could find the nastiest job for him. Brought out of his thoughts by More mentioning sick bay, shaking his head Sleeford chuckled. “ For the time being I think it best we stay out of the CMOs way, we’re not exactly flavour of the month.” Feeling the throbbing in his right hand Sleeford realised that avoiding the CMOs attention would be difficult. “Best we can do us go back to whatever we were doing this morning and keep out of everyone’s way” (Replies none) (Posted by Alistair) (USS Exeter - security office deck 20 - Sec/Tac Officer Ens Paul Sleeford - 16:05) Entering the small office Sleeford walked over to the replicator and punched in the order for a bowl of ice cols water and a close weave linen bandage, placing the bandage in the water to soak he carried the whole lot to the small desk. Placing one end of the bandage under his palm, wrapping the bandage as tight as he could round his right hand. Finishing he placed the warming water on the plate and entered the commands to have it taken away. Sitting behind the desk he closed his eyes and composing his thoughts he wondered what the hell had happened today. "Computer take a message for Dr's Vespers and Kyros." As the light on the desk started to blink, Sleeford stared into space and wondered yet again, what had actually happened, one minute he was in sickbay, the next he was in the shuttle bay, injecting people with a chemical to stop them blowing up, sometime in there he was shouting at a Bajorian male for, for, now he thought about it calmly he had no idea what why he shouted. "Doctors Vesper and Kyros. On the instruction of Doctor Kyros, ensign More and myself, investigated the possibility of other refugees having the same chemical compounds in their system. Finding four in the shuttle bay, two male and two female, we injected them with a medium sized dose of Hitritium. Whether they where willing victims or not remains to be seen. They are currently under the care of Doctor Jamison, in the shuttle bay. On your approval I'll leave them there as my personal feeling for what it's worth is they are unwitting victims. " "Computer send to Doctors Vesper and Kyros and save a copy for archive. Code Sleeford 11Alpha, 99" As the computer registered the command and sent the report, Sleeford composed his next report. The one that would lead to an interview with the captain or the least the departmental head, both of which he'd not relish, Dashera for some weird reason scared the living daylight s out of him. Sending the report to both Sleeford stood and using his left hand pulled his uniform top down as best he could, walking the corridors to the turbolift he noticed the looks he was getting from some of the crew on the lower decks, ~Bad news sure gets round quick~ he thought as the waited for the car. As the doors opened two female crew members walked round the corner, Seeing Sleeford stopped and shook their heads. "We'll get the next one, thanks Ensign" As the door closed Sleeford shook his head and sighed, it was going to be a long, long day. (reply vespers and Kyros IYW) (Posted by Alistair) (USS Exeter - Captain’s Ready Room - CO, Trip Williams - 1605) “Captain, You required our presence for a meeting at 1600 precisely?” Trip looked at the two officers standing before him. Both of them were quite tall for women and strikingly beautiful. Had Trip not been 6'4" himself he would have been rather intimidated by the both of them. Still having the two of them standing in front of him was intimidating enough. Still he could think of no better officers to be his Second and First Officer. Sure it took him awhile to explain to his twin sister why he could not pick her, how he could not make the same tough choices with her as he could with these two, once eliminating the familial collection, Ailynn and Keira, along with Foxglove, were the trio he most needed and could feel comfortable making the tough call with. Meaning, while difficult, he would not become emotionally compromised if he had to send them to their deaths. He probably should have called Foxglove into this meeting, but as she was not going on the mission, he thought it would be more prudent to let her do her thing, especially since it seemed that this day had been plagued with chaos. Not what he had originally intended when he woke up. He quickly looked at his desk monitor and stopped the calendar alert from going off. He in theory had the Holodeck reserved at 17:00 hours. He had a Holodeck program all cued up of a small waterfront bungalow in Tahiti, which is from what he had heard a magical place, that he and Ash had made plans to use. He had a secret he wanted to share with her, something that would change their lives forever, but unfortunately it would need to wait. He'd have to bear the burden of that fateful knowledge for a little bit longer. Merek was a solid officer, an fantastic engineer, with looks to kill to accompany her knowledge in the means to do it. He wished he had known her better, she was after all romantically involved with one of his closer friends, but unfortunately he learned very early on in his career to keep appropriate boundaries with those under his command. There was a time when he thought he, Ravok, and Ire would be the three amigos, the best of friends. But then he was named to the head of the fighter wing on his third or fourth day on Mars. Then he slept with Alexandra Petrova, the fourth member of the initial pilots team, and the most rough around the edges. He truly intended to start a relationship with her, but then she almost died in an accident. In a flash he knew he needed distance between those he commanded. What would have been the three musketeers, became the dynamic duo of Ire and Ravok, and Trip as the sort of occasional buddy who showed up when he could. It was the experience of seeing Petrova almost die, and the guilt he felt, like it was his fault, that he knew that if he was Captain of a ship, his sister needed to be somewhere else, or else he'd be keeping her wrapped in an impenetrable bubble just to keep her safe. Sure his cousin Billy was on board, but it was different, Billy could be smart ass, there was enough separation. Sienna was his twin and they shared a psychic bond. Still he knew that he would need to at least get to know Merek better if she was to be his Second Officer. Ailynn Bracken was a different story, the literal girl next door. They grew up together, next to each other. She was his best friend since he was three and she was six. The day he became taller than her was one of the happiest days of his life. Finally something he was better at than Ailynn. Being tall. He valued her friendship more than anything in the world, and their synergy was apparent. They had been playing Starship since they were little. Trip had fake ordered her to her doom so many times, that he knew he could. He would regret it forever, but his trust in her was absolute. He loved Ailynn like a sister, though oddly in their relationship, even though he was younger, the role of "older" sibling tended to fluctuate between the two. He knew he had capable officers in front of him, but the danger level on what he was going to ask them to do, was higher than anything he had ever asked before. "Have a seat," he said pointing to the coaches over in the sitting area of his ready room. He organized it in such a way that they could be seated but also pay attention to the view screen on the opposite wall. The same view screen that Trip would occasionally use to watch Baseball, instead of doing paperwork. He hated compiling the daily log entries. Baseball was more fun. (reply Bracken, Merek, iyw) He pressed a button on the holographic display PADD he was holding and an image of an asteroid base appeared on the screen. "According to the Intel we have received from an undercover agent that was embedded with the cult, that was then passed onto a deep cover agent on the Freighter that we attempted to rescue, the cult is making use of a small asteroid base in the Badlands. According to the data received it had once been used as a smuggling facility by the Maquis. It had been thought to be abandoned for the last 50 years. Apparently not." (reply Merek, Bracken) "From what the intel we've received is, that when the three sabers are away, they keep a minimal, yet still potentially deadly, crew. From what we've also received, the Saber's are usually gone on patrol until roughly 20:00 hours. We should arrive there within the next two hours, giving us a small window. If the Saber's do arrive, the Exeter should be able to hold them off while the away team handles business. Not to mention, we hold the technology advantage." (reply Merek, Bracken) Trip then split the screen into two images and zoomed in. "This is the base they have been using to stage most of their attacks. Our intel contact highlighted two key areas that could be critical for putting an end to their operations. The first is where we will send Beta Team. Beta team will consist of a small team made up of Lt Merek, Ensign Vosi, Ensign Michaels, Ensign More, and Ensign Smith. Ensigns More and Smith will be there for protection. Vosi will be there to help you from an engineering standpoint, Ensign Michaels, as a geologist, should be beneficial in helping understand how the engineering components mesh with the geological makeup of the asteroid base. She is also classified as a field medic. So that should help in case of trouble. Your job will be to get in and shut down all the systems, crippling them, and making the base unusable. Though please, let's not blow it up until the away teams are beamed up." (reply Merek) "While Beta Team is playing havoc in engineering, Ailynn, you'll be leading Alpha. I would have sent Ravok with you, but unfortunately I need him on the bridge. Your job is to make it to their ops center, take control of it, download all their communication logs, sensor datas, ship movements and the like, and send it to the Exeter. You will take Dr. Vesper with you. I know you can handle the medical aspect of it all, but I'd like your focus Ailynn to be leading the mission. Billy will join you to help with the data transfer, as analyzing data in a jiffy is his specialty. For security you will take with you Ensigns Sytuk and Sleeford. Ailynn, you will have overall operational command of this mission. You are ready for this, I believe in you." (reply Bracken) "You will each beam into as close as the location as we can get you, but expect to receive resistance. We will provide whatever cover you need, and will be ready to beam you out if needed. Once you have achieved your task, do your best to rendevouz with the other team and give support as best you can." (reply Bracken, Merek) "Ailynn, I want you to convene a briefing between 17:00 and 17:15 for the away team. Go over the mission with them. Instruct them as well to record a message, just in case they don't come back. Something we can pass along to their families, nothing too long, just a farewell. I advise you both to do the same. Might be good to get it in before the meeting. Our current course setting has us getting there between 17:30 and 18:00 hours." (reply Bracken, Merek) "Now that I've given a brief overview, are there any questions?" (reply Bracken, Merek) (reply Bracken, Merek) (posted by Will) (USS Exeter - Captain’s Ready Room - FO Ailynn Bracken - 1606) "Have a seat," he said pointing to the coaches over in the sitting area of his ready room. He organized it in such a way that they could be seated but also pay attention to the view screen on the opposite wall. The same view screen that Trip would occasionally use to watch Baseball, instead of doing paperwork. He hated compiling the daily log entries. Baseball was more fun. Ailynn sat next to Merek, pulling the chair apart slightly, so she could cross her legs comfortably. Trip pressed a button on the holographic display PADD he was holding and an image of an asteroid base appeared on the screen. "According to the Intel we have received from an undercover agent that was embedded with the cult, that was then passed onto a deep cover agent on the Freighter that we attempted to rescue, the cult is making use of a small asteroid base in the Badlands. According to the data received it had once been used as a smuggling facility by the Maquis. It had been thought to be abandoned for the last 50 years. Apparently not." “It’s never somewhere open with a high traffic flow is it...tell me at least that there’s no one on board…” Ailynn’s innate nature was coming to the fore, her playful nature, the one that utterly hid what was going on in her mind, which was about 3 steps ahead. (Reply Merek IYW) "From what the intel we've received is, that when the three sabers are away, they keep a minimal, yet still potentially deadly, crew. From what we've also received, the Saber's are usually gone on patrol until roughly 20:00 hours. We should arrive there within the next two hours, giving us a small window. If the Saber's do arrive, the Exeter should be able to hold them off while the away team handles business. Not to mention, we hold the technology advantage." (reply Merek) Trip then split the screen into two images and zoomed in. "This is the base they have been using to stage most of their attacks. Our intel contact highlighted two key areas that could be critical for putting an end to their operations. The first is where we will send Beta Team. Beta team will consist of a small team made up of Lt Merek, Ensign Vosi, Ensign Michaels, Ensign More, and Ensign Smith. Ensigns More and Smith will be there for protection. Vosi will be there to help you from an engineering standpoint, Ensign Michaels, as a geologist, should be beneficial in helping understand how the engineering components mesh with the geological makeup of the asteroid base. She is also classified as a field medic. So that should help in case of trouble. Your job will be to get in and shut down all the systems, crippling them, and making the base unusable. Though please, let's not blow it up until the away teams are beamed up." (reply Merek) "While Beta Team is playing havoc in engineering, Ailynn, you'll be leading Alpha. I would have sent Ravok with you, but unfortunately I need him on the bridge. Your job is to make it to their ops center, take control of it, download all their communication logs, sensor datas, ship movements and the like, and send it to the Exeter. You will take Dr. Vesper with you. I know you can handle the medical aspect of it all, but I'd like your focus Ailynn to be leading the mission. Billy will join you to help with the data transfer, as analyzing data in a jiffy is his specialty. For security you will take with you Ensigns Sytuk and Sleeford. Ailynn, you will have overall operational command of this mission. You are ready for this, I believe in you." Ailynn nodded. “Priority one hack internal comms, intel shows that heavy metal remnants will leave us with dead spots. That’s going to mess us about. Kiera...thoughts?” (Reply Merek) "You will each beam into as close as the location as we can get you, but expect to receive resistance. We will provide whatever cover you need, and will be ready to beam you out if needed. Once you have achieved your task, do your best to rendevouz with the other team and give support as best you can." Ailynn’s mind flowed back to her formative years of astrochemistry. “That...depends on the retrieval point being in a uniform point in the asteroid; ‘T’...that doesn’t happen, can’t we get a hold on the old marquis codes?” (Reply Merek) "Ailynn, I want you to convene a briefing between 17:00 and 17:15 for the away team. Go over the mission with them. Instruct them as well to record a message, just in case they don't come back. Something we can pass along to their families, nothing too long, just a farewell. I advise you both to do the same. Might be good to get it in before the meeting. Our current course setting has us getting there between 17:30 and 18:00 hours." Ailynn nodded. “Not a problem, K...I’d like you there too, You’re second up on this mission, and I am no engineer, and I need you. (Reply Merek) "Now that I've given a brief overview, are there any questions?" “Captain…” She knew that the tiniest of her mannerism would be registered with him. “I’d like a moment.” (Reply Merek IYW) Once Merek had left, she dropped her entire charade; but it wasn’t to be one of subserviance, or one of wallowing in worry. It was one of defiance. She looked at him, dead in the eye; “giving him the ancient benediction from a proud Earth warrior people, famed in their bravery. She’d never learnt ancient Greek, but in her fluent Italian, she spoke, knowing his Italian wasn’t up to hers, she raised a chin, defiantly; poetically, “Con il mio pastore o su di esso” (reply Trip) “with my shield...or on it.” She looked at him, deep into his eyes, remembering all those games as children, all those times that he’s so flippantly told her that he’d be sending her on a no return mission, now though it was a reality. She lifted her chin, raising her height above his perhaps once last time. She could still be the taller. “Captain…” (Reply Trip iyw) She nodded to him and then left not once ever letting how scared she was. (Reply none) (posted by none) (USS Exeter - Bridge - CIO/3O Lieutenant JG Jaelle Foxglove -1607) The turbolift ride up to deck 1 gave Jaelle a moment to let her mind take in everything happening on the ship, and the fires that needed to be put out. The ship was new the crew still green. Hearts were in the right place but mistakes were being made. She hoped the ones that made those mistakes in judgment learned from those mistakes before the reached the terrorist base. People who had the better part of a decade preparing for war would be a hand full for even a larger and more seasoned crew. She entered the bridge and quickly took stock of the Exeter command center. She noticed the CO, FO, and 2O missing from the bridge she also noticed that Dareshaa was missing from her post and Ravok sat in the center chair. She moved to her seat to the left of the Captain and took a deep sigh, as she waved for Ravok to stay seated, at least for a bit. "Update?" She asked Ravok as she settled into her chair. (Reply Ravok) "I see, " Jaelle replied as she glanced to the door where the senior leadership was located. "I'm sure you want to get to your tactical and get brought up to speed before we reach our destination." (Reply Ravok) Jaelle sat and watched the Exeter's passage into the badlands as they went deeper into the rabbit hole. Jaelle continously put herself into the terrorist mindset trying to plot, plan, and predict thier next corse of action, the next ambush. She barely noticed when Trip and company re-emerged and entered the Bridge once more. (Reply Ravok, any Bridge) (Posted by Matthew Locke) (USS Exeter - Bridge - aCTO/COO Lieutenant jg Ravok-1608) Lieutenant Foxglove walked onto the bridge. Ravok made a move to stand up. She waved for him to remain seated as she took her usual seat. " Update?" Foxglove asked. Ravok turned to her. " Ensign Draeshaa has suffered a medical emergency and is currently on her way to DS9 to further undergo proper medical treatment. I have been appointed to the role of acting Chief tactical officer. Lieutenants Bracken and Merek are in the captain's ready room as we speak. " He replied. " I see" Foxglove responded as she glanced to the door of the ready room. " I'm sure you want to get to your tactical and get brought up to speed before we reach our destination." Ravok smiled a half smile, his seeming to stare off into the distance. " Operations is under the care of Ensign M'Rurrh at the moment. I go get myself brought up to speed" He stood up. " You have the bridge Lieutenant " Ravok said as he looked back to her and then looked to Sytuk and nodded his head. Trying to convey that Ravok trusted him in his duties. Ravok walked off the bridge and into the turbolift " Deck 8" [ Acknowledged] (posted by Rob) (USS Exeter - Captain’s Ready Room – 2O/CEO – Lieutenant Keira Merek – 1612) As Keira was offered a seat, she took it, sitting to her direct superior officer Ailynn’s left. It was an older tradition that her mother told her about in her days in Starfleet and for some reason, it stuck. She looked around the office, and glanced up at the Bowie knife she had given Trip as a gift was still proudly on display. Trip pressed a button on the holographic display PADD he was holding and an image of an asteroid base appeared on the screen. "According to the Intel we have received from an undercover agent that was embedded with the cult, that was then passed onto a deep cover agent on the Freighter that we attempted to rescue, the cult is making use of a small asteroid base in the Badlands. According to the data received it had once been used as a smuggling facility by the Maquis. It had been thought to be abandoned for the last 50 years. Apparently not." “It’s never somewhere open with a high traffic flow is it...tell me at least that there’s no one on board…” Ailynn’s quip cut the tension of the situation a little. “Then there’s the two remaining Sabers to deal with.” Keira said. "From what the intel we've received is, that when the three sabers are away, they keep a minimal, yet still potentially deadly, crew. From what we've also received, the Saber's are usually gone on patrol until roughly 20:00 hours. We should arrive there within the next two hours, giving us a small window. If the Saber's do arrive, the Exeter should be able to hold them off while the away team handles business. Not to mention, we hold the technology advantage." “The Sabers might still hold a nasty surprise. I was looking through some of the specs we have on board, the original Saber prototype had a phaser cannon built into the bow. Many of the original production models had the weapon built in, but never hooked up. Later models, the ones produced to help with the Dominion conflict omitted that part of the design when production went through.” Keira gave the pertinent addendum. Trip then split the screen into two images and zoomed in. "This is the base they have been using to stage most of their attacks. Our intel contact highlighted two key areas that could be critical for putting an end to their operations. The first is where we will send Beta Team. Beta team will consist of a small team made up of Lt Merek, Ensign Vosi, Ensign Michaels, Ensign More, and Ensign Smith. Ensigns More and Smith will be there for protection. Vosi will be there to help you from an engineering standpoint, Ensign Michaels, as a geologist, should be beneficial in helping understand how the engineering components mesh with the geological makeup of the asteroid base. She is also classified as a field medic. So that should help in case of trouble. Your job will be to get in and shut down all the systems, crippling them, and making the base unusable. Though please, let's not blow it up until the away teams are beamed up." “I don’t plan on running a suicide mission, that’s for sure.” Keira admitted. “We can concentrate on disabling components on the way, and placing remote charges for detonation after we’ve evacuated everyone from the base.” "While Beta Team is playing havoc in engineering, Ailynn, you'll be leading Alpha. I would have sent Ravok with you, but unfortunately I need him on the bridge. Your job is to make it to their ops center, take control of it, download all their communication logs, sensor datas, ship movements and the like, and send it to the Exeter. You will take Dr. Vesper with you. I know you can handle the medical aspect of it all, but I'd like your focus Ailynn to be leading the mission. Billy will join you to help with the data transfer, as analyzing data in a jiffy is his specialty. For security you will take with you Ensigns Sytuk and Sleeford. Ailynn, you will have overall operational command of this mission. You are ready for this, I believe in you." Ailynn nodded. “Priority one hack internal comms, intel shows that heavy metal remnants will leave us with dead spots. That’s going to mess us about. Kiera...thoughts?” “They may have the same problems too, but they will have worked though the black out areas and may use them to an advantage. We should clear any of those on the way to our individual objectives. If they worked through them, we may be able to use their communications system against them, piggyback our signal or take it over completely and deny them access.” Keira added. "You will each beam into as close as the location as we can get you, but expect to receive resistance. We will provide whatever cover you need, and will be ready to beam you out if needed. Once you have achieved your task, do your best to rendevouz with the other team and give support as best you can." Ailynn’s mind flowed back to her formative years of astrochemistry. “That...depends on the retrieval point being in a uniform point in the asteroid; ‘T’...that doesn’t happen, can’t we get a hold on the old marquis codes?” “Foxglove would have access to any that have been cracked in the past, we could try those first. The systems are older, depending on if they managed to update them. If they hadn’t a brute force decryption wouldn’t be out of the question. I also am familiar with a few old Romulan Imperial decryption algorithms. If we can’t gain access in a reasonable amount of time, we could just disable them. Phaser blast, cutting isolinear cables or ODN conduit, all feasible options. As for beam in sites, each team can take a set of pattern enhancers.” Keira answered. "Ailynn, I want you to convene a briefing between 17:00 and 17:15 for the away team. Go over the mission with them. Instruct them as well to record a message, just in case they don't come back. Something we can pass along to their families, nothing too long, just a farewell. I advise you both to do the same. Might be good to get it in before the meeting. Our current course setting has us getting there between 17:30 and 18:00 hours." Ailynn nodded. “Not a problem, K...I’d like you there too, You’re second up on this mission, and I am no engineer, and I need you. “Of course.” Keira responded. "Now that I've given a brief overview, are there any questions?" “Captain…” She knew that the tiniest of her mannerism would be registered with him. “I’d like a moment.” “Just allow me access to the maps and the specs and I’ll be out of your hair.” She said. (Reply Trip, Ailynn) With that acknowledgment Keira left the ready room. (Reply Trip, Ailynn, any) (posted by Todd) (USS Exeter - Deck 8- Security Center- aCTO/COO Lieutenant jg Ravok-1616) Ravok walked out of the turbolift and into the security center. As he approached, a member of the security team approached him. " How can I help you sir ?" He looked at the women " Effect immediately I am the acting Chief tactical officer. It should be noted in the ship's logs" She checked her PADD " I see Sir, well if there is anything you need I am at your disposal. " He nodded his head to her and smiled. " Thank you Ensign. " Ravok replied as he walked past her and approached one of the security interfaces. He used it to pull up the location of all security and tactical personnel. He saw that Ensign Sleeford was currently on deck 20 heading for the turbolift. Ravok tapped his commbadge. " Ensign Sleeford , please report to Deck 8, main security center" ( reply sleeford) (Reply Sleeford) ( posted by Davis) (USS Exeter - Brig - SFI Agent Lt. Commander Tyko Nix - 16:20) After a quick shower, a cup of coffee, and a change into a fresh uniform, Lt. Commander Tyko Nix walked into the Brig. While he had to follow certain decorum while on the Exeter, and follow the lead of Lt. JG Jaelle Foxglove and the orders of the Exeter's Captain, Lt. Commander Trip Williams, Nix did have some operational autonomy by orders of Starfleet Intelligence, which meant he was allowed to interrogate the Bajoran prisoner. He wanted it to be him, he needed it to be him. This was personal for him. A small group of maybe 300 were giving his people a bad name. So much so that two young ensigns were about to declare war on the entire Bajoran people for the actions of a small cell. Which to him seemed backwards. As if those two hadn't studied there own history, that terrorists exist, but that they operate, for the most part, outside of the realm of the government, and usually against it. That this group's end goal was to topple the government. But from the get go, the moment Nix began acting irritated they viewed him as the enemy, and that hurt, and stung. Yes he had to act rude, to act uncomfortable with their presence, so that the First Officer would tell them to leave so he could carryout his mission. But they threatened him with death, for being rude. They never saw him as a person, only as an enemy, for no other reason than the ridges on his nose, and that hurt, a lot. Looking at the two security guards as he entered, he smiled at them, and they smiled back. "How we doing today gentleman?" "Pretty good sir." the Saurian Chief Petty officer hissed back. "Can we help you?" "Yes, I'm her to interview the prisoner, Clearance code, Alpha Chie Episilon Gold." The Rigelian crewman entered the code and nodded, "You are all clear sir." "Thank you, now if you two could just stay put and have the cameras create a recording. I don't want to be accused of anything else today." "Yes sir," The Saurian said as he complied. Nix then grabbed a chair and sat infront of the forcefield to the brig. He sat down and looked at the young woman. "You've caused quite the stir. Now then do you mind if we have a little chat?" The woman looked at him and spit at the forcefield. "Now, now, look. You are young, your whole life is ahead of you. You are looking at life in prison for attempted murder of the crew of a Starfleet vessel. I'm talking possible 400 consecutive life sentences, not to mention the sentence for terrorism. You are looking at the rest of your life in a penal colony. Your people wont be able to help you. You were supposed to die, and you didn't. They'll disown you, turn their back on you." "No they...." She paused. Nix could see the fear in her face as she began to cry. Began to realize that since she failed, Nix was right. They would leave her to her own devices. She would abandoned by the family that took her in after her parents had died. "Now my dear, please don't cry." Nix said, "We aren't bad guys. Regardless of what your leadership says. The Bajoran people, the prophets, the Federation, no one wants anything bad to happen to you. The prophets will forgive you, and I think we will in time but we need your help." "I... ok." "My Name is Nix, Tyko Nix. What is your name?" "My name is Keria, Yaril Keria." "Nice to meet you Keria." Nix and the young woman talked for the next twenty minutes, Nix, doing his best to get her to trust him, to disarm her with kindness and charm. She told him her life story. Her parents died when she was 18 in a fire in their village. She was left penniless. She felt as if the prophets had abandoned her. It was in that moment that the Cult of the Pah Wraith had found her, had taken her in, indoctrinated her. She spent two years learning their ways. She began crying some more. She never wanted to be a killer, she was alone, lost, and they were selling everything she wanted to hear. "My dear girl, I believe you don't want to be a killer. The prophets believe you. But I need you to tell me. How did you get the compound into the others. We need to prevent this from happening again." "When we boarded and saw that this ship had arrived, we knew that you would do everything you could to save them. Our squadron leader, he handed me a hypospray and filled it with the compound. He had us inject it into some of the unconscious bodies. That way when you beamed them over they would be unwitting parts of our ploy. It was a heat of the moment decision. We thought we could go for the bigger fish. Originally we would have just blown the freighter up, but you guys.... came at the wrong time. Then our squadron leader came up to me and asked me if I wanted to serve the Pah Wraith's will. And I said yes. He punched me in the face and threw me on the floor so that I would look as if I was wounded in a fight. Then he injected me with the compound and they left me. He said, just in case, the other living bombs failed. I had to be the one to make sure you all died. And I failed them.... But, I didn't, I didn't want to die. I just...." "It's ok. Keria. You are safe now. And now that we know how they placed the compound in the body, we can make sure that no one else has to be used as a pawn in this way. And I will make sure they know you were cooperative at your trial." "Thank you." Nix then approached the two security officers. Take the recording of this session, encode it, and send it to Starfleet Security on Deep Space Nine, that way they can alert all ships in the Sector of the compound and the suicide bomb tactic." "Aye sir," The saurian Hissed. (posted by Will) (USS Exeter - Captain’s Ready Room - CO, Lt. Commander Trip Williams - 1620) “Captain…” Trip looked into Ailynn's eyes. She was trying to stand taller than him, something she hadn't been able to do since Trip was 13. Thirteen that was a glorious year for Trip. He hit is growth spurt, started getting more athletic, girls started taking notice of him, he started taking notice of them. And he no longer felt awkward around his best friend. He was no longer the little kid trying to hang around the teenager. They were equals again. Granted Ailynn was his first real crush, and she promptly told him to bugger off. He looked in her eyes, and he wanted, desperately to say he was sorry. He would have preferred to lead the mission himself, but that was contrary to protocol, and he would have been put in his place. Instead he had to put his best friend, his constant companion, the person he loved like a sister, who was technically now his niece, into the lion's den. "Lieutenant..." he said, not knowing what to say, but his eyes trying to convey everything. His stance was one of authority, one of having to keep his composure, of knowing he had to stick to his guns. He was willing to send his officers into the fray, he had to be willing to send his best friend too. But his eyes, his eyes told a different story. It said, I believe in you, I trust in you, I know you can do this. You will come home or I will go over there and drag you home. Ailynn turned and left and tripped returned to his chair and sat down. He had received a message from Billy, text format, not audio. Just a simple, "Hey are Sleeford and More the ones the rumors are starting about assaulting one of the refugees from the freighter. Because there had been rumbling around the coffee shop about More asking for a sniper rifle after threatening some Bajoran refugee. Then I overheard More calling Bajoran's wrinkle noses and acting like they are all the enemy and we're at war with them or something. Anyways, just a heads up cuz, so you can nip this in the bud." Trip sighed, he was going to have to deal with those two eventually, but there was so much going on. He hoped sending them on the away mission wouldn't be a mistake. He quickly brought up the security footage from the encounter between those two and Tyko Nix fool video and audio. He watched the video twice, and sighed again. He was going to have to address the inappropriate behavior. But first he needed to consult his boss. Tapping his commbadge, "Captain Williams to Ashlyn Williams, please report to the Ready Room." (reply Ashlyn) (reply Ashlyn) (posted by Will) (USS Exeter - R&SE Office - Director Ashlyn Williams - 1621) =/\= Captain Williams to Ashlyn Williams, please report to the Ready Room.=/\= Ash smiled sadly. There was the tiniest edge to her husbands voice. She worried about him; sure he was her man, and it was for her to worry, but it cut deeper than that. He was her world, it sounded a little silly once she said it out loud to herself; but in the last year, they had connected on a level that Ash herself had never prepared herself for. They completed each other. It was for that reason that the edge to his voice perhaps set her water on edge. Her maternal grandmother was an indomitable woman, even in her 90’s; a career Counter Intelligence Marine, enlisted at 16 on a dare to Boot camp, but who’d retired LtMaj. Her her sage advice set Ashlyn in good stead. ‘Ashlyn…’ she remembered her saying, as they’d sat sipping a grand reserve merlot overlooking the dusty summer Tuscan rolling hills. ‘Ashlyn. Listen to an old woman. Always. Always. Trust that feeling...you know the one. The one that you get in your bladder, never listen to your head, your head is for thinking, rationilising, never listen to your heart that’s for love and passion. That feeling in your bladder, the one deep down that is always; always your first though. That will save your life.’ Leola Bracken was an exceptionally wise woman. Ash worshipped her dearly. “On my way Captain” Ashlyn answered simply. She dashed from her office and into the kitchen just down the corridor. “Get me whatever sandwich is next off the line and refire it. I’ll take it to go. Comp the customer for the delay. 30 seconds wheels up.” She looked at the line of tickets, and how backed up the kitchen was. “I’ve got 5 tuna 6 steak - 1 well done, bloody savage, 4 mid rare one blue. Two chef special one allergy to sweet potatoes.” She felt alive. She wasn’t a chef, but she could sense the flow of orders in, and food out on a level that was just strange. Another ticket came in, she found herself calling out. “Cá Marché Seared Steak, lamb cutlet, order up two entrees of pate.” A waitress handed her the wrapped sandwich. “Thanks Ash.” “You good?” The Waitress nodded in reply. Ash took a judgement call. “Look. It’s easy.” She motioned to the tickets. “It’s simply a matter of yelling at people what they need to do. Keep track of the numbers of each order, it’s like running maths. Don’t stand any crap, you’re running the show. I’ve go to get upstairs.” “Thanks Ash. I’ll try.” Ashlyn was about to retaliate, she hated the word ‘try’ preferring ‘do’ or ‘do not’ but she was odd like that. Minutes later she crossed the bridge, her purple uniform clashing horribly with all the others here. ~who in the arse picked purple? Clashes with everything. That’s the point I suppose.~ Ashlyn stood at the door to the ready room, imagining the scores of young officers that stood here, terrified, utterly unaware that there was a camera 3 feet to the right that captured their face. Again, she wondered how many noticed that. Hitting the chime, she stood waiting. (Reply Trip) Ashlyn entered the ready room, and strode into the room, making sure that the door had shut, handing over the carefully wrapped sandwich. “You need to eat. Steak over rye, jack cheese, light on the pickles.” (Reply Trip) Ashlyn leant over and kissed her husband on the forehead, then sat on the desk. “Soo...this is exciting. On the desk this time?” She giggled wickedly, knowing that she was being horribly inappropriate. (Reply Trip) (Posted by Mark (SPC)) (USS Exeter - Deck 8- Security center- Chief's office- aCTO/COO Lieutenant jg Ravok & ACTO Ensign Sg. Paul Sleeford -1621) " Ensign Sleeford , please report to Deck 8, main security center" Tapping his badge Sleeford responded to his summons. “Sleeford, On my way up. Computer divirt car to deck 8, security department, closest shaft,.” As the car rode up to the security deck, Sleeford wondered why the Chief Ops officer wanted him and why in security. He’d been on his way to the bridge to report his actions to his departmental head and to accept any punishment she dished out. Stepping out of the lift car, sleeford walked the short distance to the main security office. Ravok sat in the office, which as far as he was concerned still belonged to Ensign Draeshaa. He scanned through the files and personnel rosters on the computer terminal on the desk, holographic images of the crew members hovered in the air as he skimmed through their bios. He stopped and read Sleefords file intently. Walking in Sleeford saw the Romulan head of Ops sitting behind the desk, reading his file, waiting for a couple of seconds Sleeford coughed politely. Ravok minimized the file and looked up " Ah Ensign Sleeford, it's good to meet you. " Ravok said, standing and extended his hand to shake his hand. Taking the offered hand Sleeford shook. “Sir” Waiting Sleeford composed himself, he’d messed up and wanted to report, get it over with and accept his fate, now he was in an office with an officer he knew by sight and little else. Ravok sat back down gesturing for Sleeford to do the same. " Ensign" he said. Sitting opposite Ravok, Sleeford placed his hands in his lap, using the typical military stare, 1 inch to the right and 2 above the shoulder. Stretching his left leg out slightly. "Ensign Sleeford, I am going to jump right to it " Ravok said, rubbing the back of his. " Ensign Draeshaa is no longer with us, she has been transported to DS9 for medical treatment. I have been made the acting chief tactical officer during her absence. As you are the assistant chief tactical officer I wanted to talk with you about the department briefly, so we can continue to perform our duties to the ship and crew admirably" Sleeford looked at Ravok, the news that Draeshaa was no longer here stunned him, “Do we know what happened to her sir?”, pausing a few seconds Sleeford continued, “ The department is okay, at present we’re on a two shift rotation, until the current emergency os over, we’ve placed teams of four at key point, such as the bridge, engineering, main bay and at the docking port on deck 3. Along with a flying team to react to any emergency, should one occur.” Pausing again, Sleeford looked directly at Ravok, “There has been one issue sir,” As he explained his part in the afternoons disaster, Sleeford felt the embarrassment and guilt rise from the pit of his stomach, “The up shot is sir I lost control of the situation and handled it badly,. Not in the way a Starfleet officer should.” Ravok leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms and took a deep breath. " Well Ensign, that's a lot of information. I'm glad and feel reassured that you have everything pinned down. I want you to help with this department. We will hammer out the logistics when we have a more formal meeting. But for the time being I want you to continue to lead the security teams on this ship. " Ravok paused. He leaned forward in his chair, resting his arms on the desk. He looked directly at Sleeford " Your record is amazing. Marine officer training school, you majored in security operations and minored in flight operations, I have nothing but the highest hopes for you as a member of this crew. As a pilot myself , I understand the habit of making decisions on the...fly. We have to react without the luxury of thinking it through hoping that when we complete our actions we are still in one piece, then we have to continue to keep it moving. You seemed to have learned the consequences of your actions. They could have been worse , alot worse. But the fact is you know how you acted and you know it was …" Ravok stopped to think of the right word. " It was unprofessional, but I am not in a position to judge you. Today has been an intense day for everyone. You know your actions were beneath an officer of your caliber. You should take this as a moment of self reflection and mend your ways and I know you will, looking at you now I see the guilt and more importantly the remorse. The decision for any official punishment for your actions and conduct is beyond me at the moment. That would come from higher up" Ravok stated. Looking at Sleeford he could tell he was a man who was just trying to do the right thing. His urge to protect people and secure the situation overrided his better judgment. Ravok couldn't possibly fault him for that. ~How many times has my own judgment been the crutch in which I relied upon?~ He thought to himself. Sleeford sat there and nodded, the praise making him a little embarrassed, the fact that he’s been discharged out of Marine OTC, he’d took Security at the academy as it was similar to what he’d trained for. As he listened to Ravok, he realised that although the reprimand had been mild, it was still there. As he was still leading the security teams, Sleeford felt a little better. “Thank you sir, i’ll endeavor to do better. In all honesty I think that Mr Tyko may have engineered the entire episode for his own gain. He was the one who licked off first, More and myself should have handled it better.” Ravok nodded his head in agreement. " There is an old romulan saying, One who sees the mistake also sees the correction. " He said to Sleeford. Sleeford felt better for reporting the incident, “I’d like the security teams to stay as they are at present, Ensign More has Beta shift, Ensign Draeshaa has, sorry had Alpha shift and I had Gamma shift.” " I see that as best, although I am going to remove Ensign Smith from the security teams and place her on bridge duty. I served with her on mars, in the fighter wing. Shes way more productive and in her element at the tactical station than she is with a phaser rifle. Petty officer Sytuk is currently on the bridge as we speak. I will send him to you. " Ravok said. “Understood sir, I think I’ll place him with More, a calming influence, so to speak, I know the Sytuk’s record was not on par with star fleets principles, but someone who’d been on the worst side of everything would make More calm down slightly,, Ravok laughed slightly " Reading his profile, Petty officer Sytuk was blacklisted by virtually every mercenary company in the federation for his extreme behavior and violence. If that's a calming influence, I'd tremble at what you find to be a disturbing influence " Ravok joked with Sleeford. Laughing Sleeford looked at Ravok, “I’ve read Sytuk’s record, our Reman ‘friend’ should keep young Stan in check, even if he has to pick him up and shake him, as for the disturbing influence, have you seen a squad of marines on the lash after a six month tour of duty. No i think they’ll work well together, “ Ravok laughed " I certainly, hope so. I trust your judgment Ensign. I also hope that we work together well during this time of transition. I'm going handle the tactical operations on the ship. If you have a need for anything please let me know" Ravok said standing up from his chair. Standing Sleeford nodded once, “I have no major problems, In time I hope the ‘yellow tops’ as More calls us can be seen as members of the crew and not as something to be avoided, in future all i’d like to deal with is drunks from shore leave, it would make my life easier” Ravok once again reached out to shake his hand " 50 percent of perception is within our own control. It was nice to meet you Ensign" Shaking the hand Sleeford smiled, “Thank you sir, nice to meet you too” As Sleeford turned to leave, Ravok stopped him. " One more thing, I am a friend of the captain. I can tell you this. He appreciates honesty no matter the content." Standing in the doorway Sleeford turned back, “ I’ll speak with the captain. If i’m lucky he’ll only have me cleaning the head for one week” Ravok laughed once more. " See you later Ensign " Walking towards the armoury Sleeford logged in and made note of the weaponry he and More had left in the locker near the shuttlebay, adding the numbers of the rifles to the file. Logging out, Sleeford left the security area and headed to the shuttle bay to see doctor Jamison, to enquire about the four patients. ( reply None) ( posted By Alistair and Rob Davis) (USS Exeter - Main Shuttlebay - Sec/Tac Ens Paul Sleeford - 1630) Leaving the armoury Sleeford walked to the closest lift and rode down to the shuttle day, walking in he looked round, spotting Dr Jamison he walked over. “ Good afternoon Doctor, how are our explosive quartet?” (Jamison) “Would it be possible to grab a quick chat with them?” (Jamison) Nodding his thanks Sleeford walked over to where the four where sitting on their beds, stopping at the foot of the closest Sleeford studied them. Smiling he walked in to the small group. “Good afternoon I’m Ensign Sleeford, security officer, could I ask you some questions “ Seeing the look of anguish from the younger female and outright distrust from the elder male Sleeford waited. The young female broke first looking at both the males, then the elder female she swallowed several times and then spoke “We’ve done nothing wro...” The sound of an angry herd of cows came from the other bed, “ Falicia I told you not to bother the staff, this...... young man isn’t interested in what you have to say” Sleeford glared at the older woman and raised his hand to stop her talking. “On the contrary ma’am I’d be very interested, you see all of you had enough chemicals in your system to take out this deck and two either side, if you’d managed to explode. Now for that fact alone I could place you I the brig and forget your their.” Watching the young girls face go pale Sleeford winked at the doctor over her shoulder. “Now why not tell me everything. Your not Bajorian’s so your not fanatical about dying, my guess is you where duped into this. Am I right” The young woman’s eyes shifted from his face to the old woman’s and back again, something like a sigh came from behind him as the older man spoke. "We're on the way to Hereta, to meet the boy Falcia is going to marry, he's the son of the cities mayor, a good boy by all accounts, we stopped over on DS9 while we waited for transport onwards, two nice young Bajorian monks befriended us and showed us round some of Bajor, on our last night they took us to a monastery, where we shared a meal with a group of vedeks. We boarded the freighter where one of the young female vedeks accompanied us, saying she had duties on Hereta. " Standing Sleeford looked down at the quartet and nodded, "Thank you. You've been very helpful. I'm sorry that your possessions where destroyed, however the replicator system should be able to replace some of them." Walking away Sleeford waited until he was out of earshot, glancing over his shoulder, "That girl want to marry the unknown boy as much as i want to stand next to a warp core breech.", Flexing his right hand Sleeford winced. (Jamison) Laughing Sleeford lifted his hand, "Nothing much, just a stupid act of aggression that I should have known better not to do, the walls in the corridor are stronger then the bones in my hand." (Jamison) Walking over to an empty bed, Sleeford sat and held out his hand, wincing sightly as the doctor grabbed it. (Jamison) smiling Sleeford shook his head and thought about his mother, she would often scold him while fixing his cuts and scrapes. While the doctor 'fixed' his hand Sleeford looked at her and smiled. As she finished Sleeford slid off the bed and stood flexing his fist, wiggling his fingers. leaning in he gave Jamison a cheeky peck on the cheek. "Thanks doc." Pausing Sleeford had the grace to feel embarrassed, "I've not done this for a while, but would you like to have dinner with me one evening, if your free and ....", mumbling into silence Sleeford looked away. (Jamison) (Replies Jamison) (Posted by Alistair) (Asteriod Base - Central Control Room -Trentin Tel'ni'li -1633) She watched the recording again, and again. She watched as the Saber class ship was ripped apart again and again. She watched those loyal to her cause die over and over again. ~So finally the Federation have taken action, ~ Tel'ni'li thought as she smiled as the report replayed again. She wanted that ship, she wanted thise weapons, with such as her flag ship the force she had built would be something far more dangerous. It was a thought that made her smile. "Where is the Federation ship now." She asked of one of her gathered lieutenants. "They are on a course directly here, but they seemed to stop to deal with some ferengi merchants coming though the area. "Good," she replied. "Has those loyal to us been gathered? I need to address the base. Also we need to send a message to my father make sure he's aware of what's going on." "Yes, all personnel not currently engaged in duties have been gathered." The man on her right answered. "I will send the message to your father." Answered the woman on her left. Trentin Tel'ni'li stood and walked out of her command room and out to a raised dias over looking a gathered group of people from all over the base network. She looked over those that had answered the call of her father and follow them. "Brothers, Sisters..." Her voice echoed though the caves of the base. "Today is a sad day. Our brethren on the Fires of Dawn have been slain." She paused and bowed her head as in payer for the loss of her comrades. Quickly the noise hushed to silence. She lifted her head as she spoke again. This time the display behind her showed the image of the Exeter behind her. "This is the vessel that took our loved ones away from us." She threw her hand behind her to point to the image. "The Federation who comes under a flag of peace, and then with out provocation." The image shifted to one of the Exeter using the dark matter phasers on the Saber-class vessel. "Dark matter weapons, why use a weapon to such a terrible effect, and they have the nerve to call us terrorist." Again she paused letting the image of she showed the gathered set in, so she could futher spin her own narrative of events. She started to speak again her voice soft but growing louder with every sentence growing to a loud crescendo. "The Federation who has sided with the Cardassians have come to stop us. To stop us from making our home pure and whole again. In our proud history how many times have been called terrorist. How many times have our fore father's placed thier lives on the line for something greater. This is what we strive for now, a free Bajor. Free from a people the oppress us and give aid to those that have wronged so many. Who support and cuddle an enemy while our fore fathers cry for justice, again we are insulted, called terrorist because we precious few stand up to do what is right and not fall silently in line. Soon the enemy will be upon us and we will avenge our fallen the lost Fire of Dawn will be replaced with the Exeter, and we will purify that ship with the fire of the Pah wraiths. We will show them no quarter because they showed no mercy to our brethren. Past is the time for negotiation and idle chatter. No is the time for action. Now is the time to show all the quadrant that we will not silenced.frenzy" She was near screaming as she whipped the crowd into a wild frenzy. "Who's with me." She spoke as the the crowd erupted into thunderous screams and yells. Hands were raised high in show of support of the fight that was to come. She turned to her lieutenants behind her. "Make ready our defenses, every person capable of handling a phaser is to be armed. Mine the tunnels, and the surrounding smaller asteroids. Tie on the pulse turrets into the power grid, I know they drain our power reserves but we will need them to fight tje Federation." She voice made it clear she wasn't taking any questions of her orders. Time was short and she wanted to be ready. (Reply none needed.) (Posted by Matthew Locke) (USS Exeter - Lower Shuttlebay Sec/Tac Officer Ens. Stan More - 16:35 ) Stay out of everyone’s way. Stan thought about this. There had been no explosion or violet shakes that would signify one. The Exeter seemed to be ok. So where would be the best place to park oneself. Until being dragged by your ear in front of your department head. For a shouting and a finger wagging session. He had been guarding the lower shuttlebay he could go back there. “ If you need me I’ll be in the lower Shuttlebay. “ Stan told his friend. ( Reply , Sleeford ) “ Agreed. “ Stan said nodding ( Reply , Sleeford ) “ You to my friend, you to “ Stan said walking away. When Stan arrived he noticed there was a personal message waiting for him. It could not of been his parents. They were having a end of teaching year holiday on Risa. So it had be his gran. Giving his team something to do so they did not overhear the message. He coded in his security code. The face of his gran appeared on the screen. She looked very severe with her head tilted slightly back. So she was looking down at him. “ Greetings Grandmother.” Stan said. “ =/\= Greetings eldest grandson. I hope you are well. For I have tidings that will shock you to the core. Shock you to the core. =/\= “ She said. Stan’s maternal grandmother had a knack for making any announcement. Sound like doom and gloom. She once made the children’s beloved story of Goldilocks and the three bears. So scary when she told his twin sisters.When they were aged 3. They screamed and cried for an hour. “ What’s happened gran? “ Stan said. “ =/\= It’s Grandmother if yer please. Even if you are far across the stars. Manners maketh the man. =/\= “ She corrected him. “ What has happened Grandmother. “ Stan said trying to keep calm. “ =/\= Yer cousin has joined the Starfleet. =/\=“ She said. “ But Grandmother Uncle Ian and his husband David do not have any children.” Stan told her. “ =/\= Yer Uncle Ian is not the only living Mc Taggard. An ancient family feud older than your bones has existed between us and the others of our kin. =/\=“ She replied “ What is this persons name? “ Stan asked. Lifting up her head even higher she pointed a finger at him. “ =/\= I’ll say nay more except this. Beware beware BEWARE of the flamed hair lassie with the eyes the colour of ICE!! baring the name Mc Taggard. =/\= “ The link was cut before Stan could reply. He sat for a few minutes. Just looking at his reflection. “ Stan you definitely need Therapy. “ He told himself. ( Reply , Sleeford & Any ) ( Posted by:- Norman 🐼) (USS Exeter - Shooting Range - Sec/Tac Officer Ens. Stan More - 16:38 ) Although the security department was still on alert status. Mores shift had come to an end. If called he would be expected to go back on duty. But for now Stan had some time off and anger to vent Setting the difficulty to difficult. He took out a Phaser rifle and checked it was fully charged. Then he closed his eyes and imagined. That each target bore the face of someone. Who in the last day had angered him. Then after opening his eyes Stan began shooting at the targets.More smiled as he finished and checked his score. “ 95% out of 100 not bad.” He looked around. But instead of impressed faces. He saw concern instead. “ Hey. I am not going to go out and position myself high up somewhere and start shooting at people. I may be suffering a broken heart. But I still have my wee marbles.” Tapping his head.Stan told them trying to dispel their fears. He might be some kind of psycho wielding a Phaser rifle. “ I just needed to vent some anger. So that would not happen.” He told them “ I took the oath remember just like you guys.” People started to grin again. Looking at the destroyed targets More thought to himself. ~ I need therapy ~ ( Reply - None ) ( Posted by:- Norman 🐼) (USS Exeter - Deck 8- Firing range - aCTO/COO Lieutenant jg Ravok & Sec/Tac. Ensign jg Stan More -1639) More happily shot at the targets singing to himself. He was having a good time. Once finished he checked his score again 95%.Stan heard the doors open but did not turn around. Ravok walked into the firing range and spotted a young human with dark hair. ~ Ensign More ~ Ravok thought to himself. Ravok walked over to him. " Hello Ensign More" “ Well. You know me. Who may you be? “ More said turning around " I'm Lieutenant Ravok, I wanted to meet you. I'm the acting chief tactical officer. I was told you were the lead of one of the security teams" “ Lower shuttle bay. I heard what happened news travels fast. With the condemned souls. How is Ensign Draeshaa? “ Stan asked Ravok walked over to a bench and sat down, placing his head in his hands for a second . He rubbed his face and breathed deeply. Looking back up at Ensign More . " Ensign Draeshaa has been transported to DS9 to undergo medical treatment. The details are to remain confidential. I just spoke with Ensign Sleeford. I figured I'd come speak with you , show my face before we have a more formal meeting." Ravok looked at the phaser in Mores hands. " You can put that down." Stan could see the look on his face. Did his new boss actually think he was that far gone. Stan was going to shoot him? More placed the Phaser down. Then stepped away. “ You think I am crazy don’t you? That two faced Bajoran shouting machine. Told you I was unstable. How many blue tops did you bring? I take a medium sized straight jacket.” More said Ravok jumped to his feet " ENSIGN MORE!!, I dont know what the hell is wrong with you, blue tops? Straight jacket? " the anger and confusion in Ravoks voice was very apparent. " I came here to meet you. I heard about everything that transpired today from Ensign Sleeford. I came here to see if you were alright and you accuse me of trying to haul you away like I'm some kind of deceptive coward? I came here in friendship." Ravok said taking a minute to compose himself. " Truth of the matter is , I dont like talking to people while they are holding a phaser. " More glanced out the window before he spoke again. “ I am sorry. Just on edge. I know a big scolding is on its way at warp speed. I shouldn’t of assumed that’s what you are here for.It was wrong of me. It’s just so frustrating you know. They expect us to put ourselves in the line of fire for them. If we die in the process they mourn us for two seconds. Then they treat our replacements with the same level of disrespect. But if we say one thing to them. It’s up before CO and XO with our hands out for a spanking. Nix almost spat in our faces. I thought he would do it to, his face was that close. Then just to show what a good guy he is. He gave us the most half hearted apology. So you’ll forgive me if I am a little on edge.” Stan held out his hand. Ravok walked over to More. " Who is "They?" Because as far as I know there isnt a single person on this ship who views you in that light and if you can point whoever " They" are out to me, I will make sure they change their tune." Ravok paused and looked More in the eye. " I know the captain and the first officer. We have served together for a while now. They wouldnt treat you unfair in anyway. The captain is fair , even when he doesn't have to be. " Ravok laughed slightly. " I'm not here to dress you down about today's incidents, I'm here to let you know that I'm taking over Ensign Draeshaa, but I will tell you this. Even if that " Two faced bajoran " did spit in your face, it is your responsibility and your duty to the uniform in which you wear to take it as it is and keep your composure. Misconduct toward patients wont be tolerated in anyway from here on out. " Ravok stated, not trying to be hard on him. but rather trying to make him see the responsibility he had to Starfleet and the federation. More nodded and looked at Ravok. “ I understand. Once the mission is over I would like to book some sessions with the ships counsellor. My behaviour is wrong. I am not usually like this. On my last ship nothing like this happened. Then again I was in science. Sir I request being taken off duty. For the rest of the mission. You can’t trust me.” Stan said softly. Ravok looked down at the floor " Let's sit down " He said as he walked with More over to the bench. As they both sat down Ravok leaned against the wall and stared off into the firing range before them. " I'm gonna drop rank here...Stan. Your a young man in the prime of your life, Sleeford told me what happened, you both handled yourself wrong but man...Dont throw away this opportunity. If you need someone to talk to I'm here. You just need to cool down a little bit, get your head on straight, take the edge off." Ravok looked at the man sitting next to him ,not the officer but the man. " Make me trust you. Make me see what you can do. Just dont throw this chance away " A realisation moment came over More. Ravok was correct. What on the great bird of the galaxy had he been behaving like? “ Perhaps your wright. I do need to calm down. This is a good crew. After all at the end of the day it’s our job to protect them. Not make them more fearful. Should not of spoken to Nix that way. It was wrong should of handled it differently. Even if he did spit on us. Threatening to stun him so he lays on floor drooling in his own spittle. That was really out of order. I am sorry. Cannot go back in time unless I have an ancient artefact. Must look to the future.” Stan said Yes. Gale and her treacherous heart was well gone. Seven years brewing in the misery of a broken heart. No. The past was gone he had to move on. The Exeter and her crew were now his family. It was time to be the man his Grandmother would be proud of. Not some brooding psycho people feared. Time to turn over a new leaf. Ravok turned his posture slightly towards Stan. " How about after we get through all this chaos , I get you a drink, not that synthetic crap either. We can grab a drink and maybe checkout the holodeck programs . What do you say ?" Stan smiled. Probably for the first time in seven years. “ Can yer keep a wee secret? I know as a Scot this is a terrible thing to admit. Not even my Grandmother knows this. But. I am not all that keen on beers and spirits. My real passion is food. Maybe we could grab some chow instead. The slots do some quite passable nosh. They do a sausage and mash that could pass off. As the real thing from any mid 20th century East London eatery.As for the holodeck. Have been meaning to try a rather interesting running program. Set in the Scottish highlands. It takes in some very breath taking scenery. If yer interested.” More said. Ravok nodded his head. " That sounds good. I'd have to plan ahead though, I have to take a daily dose of Trypsin. " He paused. " We Romulans cant digest meat properly without, we lack the proper enzyme to break it down. " Ravok said , explaining the fall back of romulan biology. “ Really. Funny because now a days we don’t kill creatures for food. So it’s not really real meat. Is it. Must be in the generic make up of the processed meat.... hmmmm” Stan thought. " Just do me a favor, go to the captain. Talk with him about today's events. Keep a cool head and just explain where you were coming from. The best advice I can give you is to always remember why you joined starfleet. If you keep that with you and always remember the responsibility that comes with wearing this uniform, you will find that holding yourself to a higher standard comes naturally " Ravok smiled a little. " I mean look at me , I'm a Romulan in a starfleet uniform and I wouldnt have it any other way" “ I am not sure. The Captain has probably heard by now. From less sympathetic voice boxes. Who knows what state of anger he is in.Fair or not. Based on the evidence being given. Even I would think bad things. Maybe if I just waited a few days. He might of calmed down by then who knows.” Stan said. Ravok nodded his head , crossing his arms on his chest and took a deep breath. " I dont want to order you to go to the captain. Who knows how long until Ensign Draeshaa is cleared for duty, but if I have to I will. I'm just gonna leave you this. I've made mistakes , even the captain has made mistakes and he had to go before an admiral and talk about. Earned him some latrine clean duty, but the admiral respected him for it and in some small way it made all of us respect him for accepting responsibility for his actions. Waiting makes it worse and if I was you , I'd rather the captain hear it from me than anyone else" He said with extreme sincerity in his voice. “ Really? “ Stan said meekly. " I wont steer you in the wrong direction. My job first and foremost is to assist my fellow crewmates, and that's what I'm doing now " Ravok said. ~ Please just go to Trip, it's like a bandage just rip it off ~ Ravok thought to himself. “ Perhaps your correct. I’ll do it now get it over with. If I do get toilet cleaning duty. Then the Exeter will have the cleanest toilets in the Alpha quadrant.” More replied Ravok smiled and stood up , turning to look at Stan . " Thank you, now let's see how the rest of this day goes, it was good meeting you Ensign " “ and you” Stan said. Ravok headed out of the firing range. Feeling a little better. The day just kept getting crazier and crazier. (reply none) ( Posted by:- Norman 🐼 and Rob Davis) (USS Exeter - Chief Tactical Office Deck 8 - SFI Agent Lt. Commander Tyko Nix - 1650) It was a short walk to the Tactical chief's office, which was at present not being used. The scuttlebut was that Ensign Dareshaa had to be medevaced to Deep Space Nine. Had he known she was being evacuated, Nix would have gone with her, get new orders, but for the time being, he was stuck on the Exeter. Looking around he tapped his commbadge, "Ensign Paul Sleeford, please report to the Chief Tactical Officer's office. Thank you." (reply Sleeford) Nix didn't give a name. He made it seem like a general announcement. He didn't want to antagonize the poor guy anymore, and if he had said who he was, he was afraid Sleeford might barge in there with a tactical strike team. Nix sat behind the desk. His red uniform and lt. commander pips gleamin in the light, he waited for Sleeford to arrive. (reply Sleeford) (posted by Will) (USS Exeter – Sickbay - SPC Ensign Greta Smith & aCTO/COO Lt Ravok - 1650) Standing in sickbay, Greta took a moment to relax. The whole situation with the young Bajoran woman and her being a living bomb had taken its toll on her. Not that she would let it show. She knew she was tired, mentally drained but she kept her focus, trying not to think of how easily the situation could have turned out. Ravok's walked into sickbay , being careful not to get in the way. He spotted Greta and waved his hands to get her attention , once he did he gestured for her to step out into the hallway. Walking over, Greta forced a smile on her face as she replied, "Yes, Sir?" " Greta, I just spoke with Ensign Sleeford a little bit ago. I'm pulling you off the security team and reassigning you to tactical bridge duty for the time being." Ravok said. "Oh ….. may I ask why?" " Because I know you better there than you are with a phaser in your hand. Oh and by the way because I'm your new boss now." Ravok responded trying to keep his voice down as various people passed them. "You are…?" " Ensign Draeshaa has been transported to DS9 so Bracken and Trip appointed me to the role. " Ravok said looking down at her phaser rifle. " Oh for crying out loud it's on its maximum setting "He said as he quickly turned down the power. " That's why you're moving to bridge duty " He said with a smirk. Taking a breath, Greta nodded, dropped her gaze a little and said, "Permission to speak freely, Sir?" " Always, when it's me and you " He responded. "With all due respect.. do you know what happened here?" Ravok shook his head " I've seen some high level reports come through the security channels. I haven't had the time to file through everything. I've only been acting chief of tactical for about an hour. All I know is we have to keep our heads cool and follow Trip's orders just like we did back on mars. I know I can count on you." "That's not what I meant. That girl over there…." Greta nodded towards the young bajoran on the biobed across the room… "... she was a living bomb. I won't speak about the other security guys but it came to nearly a point where if the doctor hadn't saved her…" Greta paused, looked directly into Ravok's eyes, knowing she wouldn't have to say what she was thinking, then looked back at the girl, ".. that's why my rifle was set to full, Sir." Ravok looked into sickbay at the girl and looked back at Greta. " Look just continue to stand guard here I'll pull you from security later when I need you. While here you follow the orders of the medical personnel , stay out of their way but remain available. Keep you phaser on stun, no need to kill anyone" She nodded, the thought of what could have been still playing on her mind. "I'll stay here as long as I am needed. " she replied, her tone fairly clipped, flat and, as she shifted her weight from foot to foot, she drew a sharp breath. ~Tactical on the bridge? That's going to be interesting ~ Ravok looked at her for a moment. His mind was a whirlwind and he wasn't thinking clearly, he could see that she looked bothered. She had handled so much stress being Ire's flight officer. Knowing every flight could be her last. He noticed she looked very unsettled. " On second thought , take a break. Turn in your gear, take some time. I'll have someone else take this post. " Nodding, Greta smiled softly, "A hot bath sounds good right about now. Can I ask a personal favour?" " I'm not sending Ire to your quarters to join you for bath time" He joked. A small chuckle escaped her as she replied, "much as that would be nice… no. Don't tell him about this… incident. He's a worrier and the last thing I want is to take his focus. " " You got it. Just as long you don't tell him that told me to keep this from him. It goes against something Trip called the " Bro code" So let's just keep all of this to ourselves and you take that break , ok?" Ravok said, smacking her arm. "I'll tell him when he's off duty. " She smiled again, "Bro code? Really? So you boys have a code? Wow…" she winked He smiled " Yeah it's something made up by humans no less. Who would have thought ?" Ravok said as he stepped away from Greta . " Go relax , I will call you later " He said as he turned to leave . Snapping a salute, she winked and said, "yes sir!" He looked back and raised his hand " Oh calm down" he laughed. "Thank you. Ire chose right with his best man." She smiled warmly as she walked towards the door. Stopping, she turned back and said, "Don't be so hard on those two. They have potential. " He nodded in agreement and walked away. Heading to the bridge turbolift. ( reply none) ( posted by jackie( spc)( Greta Smith)and Davis) (USS Exeter - Ready Room - CO, Lt. Commander Trip Williams - & - Sec/Tac Ens. Stan More - 16:50) It was the longest walk of his life. Like the time as a kid he had broken a vase. Playing football inside when his grandmother had warned him not to. The walk of shame to the kitchen. To face her and confess what he had done. Like then Stan knew all this was his own fault. He had brought all this down on his shoulders. Behaved so unprofessional it scared him. But he was determined to make up for all this. Show everyone he could be trusted. Prove he had turned over a new leaf. Taking a very deep breath. He pressed the door chime to the Captains ready room and waited. "Enter," Trip said as the young Ensign entered the ready room. Trip wanted to be on the bridge, but it seemed this day was turning into one of those, Ready Room heavy days. Trip looked at Ensign More and figured why he was here. While no one had lodged an official complaint, though Ailynn had alerted him to the situation, Trip took it upon himself to investigate the matter. He had watched security footage from the shuttlebay, watching specifically the video and audio of Ensign More and Sleeford's interaction with the undercover SFI Agent Tyko Nix, a man with so much outside discretion, that if he wanted to could authorize himself to take command of the Exeter from Trip for the remainder of the mission. Trip had yet to speak with Lt. Commander Tyko, but from his dossier, the man seemed like a pleasant fellow, and a solid actor. Was the lead in multiple production through the Academy Drama department during his four years there. No wonder they scooped him up for deep cover. "Ensign to what do I know the pleasure?" Trip said with a smile and motioning for More to sit down. Stan sat down and slowly lifted his head. “ I have come here sir. To apologise to you and the crew for my actions. Over the last few days. It was unprofessional and disrespectful to not only the ship but this fine badge I wear upon my uniform.” Stan said lowering his head again. "I see, well you caused quite a stir, the coffee shop is all abuzz about how you wanted to snipe one of our refugees. Frankly, I don't want any of my officers being accused of such behavior. But thankfully that hullabaloo has died down. News cycles change fast, and exploding Ferengi ships seem to be the gossip right now." “ That’s good to hear. Not about the exploding Ferengi ship. Loss of life is always regrettable.” Stan said. "Now then, in your own words, tell me what happened." “ I am not sure sir what the trigger was. Maybe the change in department from Science to Security affected me. As a scientist I could bury myself in a problem. Hide away on my own. Stewing in my own seven year misery.But as a Security guard it was like I was looking at this stranger. Setting up booby traps...... don’t worry they have been taken apart. Threatening people I should of been helping. Making racist remarks that’s not me sir. Ravok showed me that I need to turn over a new leaf. I will do whatever you suggest sir to make amends. Even if it means scrubbing the floors of the shuttlebay. I am truly sorry.” Stan said. "It's good to see where your mistakes were made, and owning up to them. But they cannot happen again. Period. You got lucky, because there were certain details about certain individuals in question, that you were not aware of, that mitigated any potential backlash with civilian authorities. However you were out of line." Trip replied in a calming tone. "In that situation, the First Officer should have been the only one speaking, period. Not to mention, we don't threaten civilians." “ I fully understand sir and once again I apologise 100% and I promise on the life of my grandmother it will never happen again.” Stan said "As for the racist remarks, I am a little bit troubled. Ensign Alexander overheard you calling the Bajorans wrinkle noses and brought that to my attention. I'll have you know, my wife is half Bajoran, my future children will be part bajoran, and my best friend is part bajoran. I will not have a member of my crew use that kind of language, or any other disparaging language towards any other species, is that understood." Stan could not understand why he had made those comments about Bajorans. As a child he had spent many summers on Bajor. While his parents had been on an archaeological dig. He had even made a few friends. “ Yes sir. That is another thing. I have the greatest respect for Bajorans. As a kid I spent many summers there. My parents are archaeologists while they excavated old relics. Myself and my brother used to play. With the local children. I said a terrible thing and I am ashamed. I will never speak like again.” Stan promised "But you want to make ammends, prove you are better. So be it. You, and as soon as I talk to him, Ensign Sleeford, will be placed on a three month probationary period. While you can still be promoted in this time frame, you will receive no commendations, and you will be watched, to make sure that this is just a one off incident, any similar incidents will result in suspension. Furthermore, I'm ordering, and making a note in your personnel file, that you attend counseling sessions every two weeks. Is that clear." “ Thank you sir. Actually I was going to request seeing the counsellor. Anyway.” Stan replied "I'm a little troubled that you are letting an incident from seven years ago cloud your judgement, and that has to be addressed. If you can't let go of the past, Ensign, you will never see the future." Stan’s respect for the Captain just doubled. Here was a very wise man. The type of person More would take a bullet for. Seven years. There were cases in history of people mourning lost loves for the rest of their lives. But in all those cases the partner had died. In Stan's case it was her infidelity. No thinking about it led down a path. He no longer wished to travel. But talking openly would be better. “ Well sir. In a way it was like she had died. I knew Gale since we were wee burns. School sweethearts I felt we were the perfect couple. Boy did I that wrong. But once again you are correct. There is a very old classic song it goes .Don’t go thinking about tomorrow, yesterday is gone. Canna remember the singer or group. Yes. No more wallowing in the past.” Stan said ~Is he seriously saying that he's let a bad break up mess him up so bad, that seven years later he's putting the blame on his misbehavior on still being messed up by it. Yet here I am, had my Imzadi die, while I was in telepathic contact with her, and instead used the pain to become the youngest captain in Starfleet history. Homeboy is 6 years older than me. He needs to get his act together.... I think I have an idea.~ Trip thought to himself. "Mr. More, you can't let a bad breakup, regardless of the circumstances, be the catalyst for you not thinking things clearly, and I'm no longer going to let you use that as an excuse. Bring that up with your counselor and move on. We've all had bad relationship experiences, but we can't let them be an anchor. And I won't let you use it as an excuse for bad behavior." “ Understood sir” Stan replied "I'm going to have you meet weekly with Master Chief Erik Knight, our Chief of Boat. Master Chief Knight may be an enlisted, but he has thirty years of experience and is one of the most experienced members of this crew. You'd be wise to listen to him and learn from him. From now on you will be meeting with him once a week. He will be your mentor, he'll help you get your act together and turn you into a model officer. He used to be a special assistant to the dean of students at Starfleet Academy. He knows a thing or two about whipping people into shape." “ Understood sir.” Stan Said "Alright, Ensign, unless there is anything else, you're dismissed." “ Thank you sir.” Stan stood and put out his hand. So he could shake the Captains hand. Trip shook Stan's hand and then sat down as soon as Stan left the room. (reply none) ( Posted by:- Norman 🐼 and Will) (USS Exeter - Chief Tactical Office - Sec/Tac Officer Ensign Paul Sleeford 16:51) Pulling his jacket straight Sleeford reached out to the door chime, when the call came to the security office, sighing Sleeford turned to the short ramp leading to deck two. “ Will I ever get to see the captain” tapping his badge he replied, “Sleeford, on my way” Walking to the closest turbo lift Sleeford rode down to security office. Walking in he stopped when a familiar face, dressed in the uniform of a Lieutenant Commander sat behind the desk, snapping to attention Sleeford stood there with his fists clenched, his thumbs down the seams of his trousers, forcing his neck into his collar he took a stance even a hardened Drill Sergeant would be proud of. Staring at a spot nine inches above the head Sleeford spoke “You sent for me SIR” (Nix) “Sir” (Nix) Standing there Sleeford wondered how much longer the monologue was going to go on, he had plans to see the captain before that the day ended. “ Will that be all sir, I’d like to see the captain sometime today to discuss me actions this afternoon and the punishments to be dealt out” (Nix) (Reply Nix) (Posted by Alistair) (USS Exeter - Chief Tactical Officer's Office - SFI Agent, Lt. Commander Tyko Nix - 16:52) “You sent for me SIR” "I did. Mr. Sleeford." “Sir” "Listen, I had a chat with our friend in the Brig. She let me know the how and the why of the compound. Apparently they keep them on their persons in case of dire situations. They left Keria as a security measure, to imbed her on the Exeter to kill us all in case they failed to defeat the Exeter in Ship to Ship combat. They also injected four unconscious members of the freighter crew, knowing that a Federation ship would do everything they could to bring refugees onboard. They sent poor Keria as an unwitting participant to being a human bomb, along with four other bombs to make sure we couldn't pursue them. Even in death, they were going to make sure they took as many of us with them. Which is a standard practice cross-culturally. Your own planet's history is littered with groups with similar tactics. But you did great work in finding those affected and saving them." “ Will that be all sir, I’d like to see the captain sometime today to discuss me actions this afternoon and the punishments to be dealt out” Nix stood, "At ease Ensign and stop patronizing me. I get it your pissed off, you messed up, you misread this situation, you jumped when you should have waited. You and More got overzealous, and it turned out you threatened an undercover agent for Starfleet Intelligence, I get it. I had to get you two out of the picture, so by rightfully pointing out I was upset at being racially profiled and feeling threatened, so that your First Officer would meet with me one on one so I could give her intel. Instead More threatened me and you jumped on the train. You are upset, I get that, you're mad that you didn't act like a model officer. You want to own up to your mistakes, thats commendable. There is more to you than meets the eye, and I have a feeling your captain is going to to treat you fairly." (reply Sleeford) "I called you down here for more important matters. Your captain is most likely going to send an away team down, and they may end up being confronted with those human bombs, now that we know that they carry hyposprays on them with the compound, we need to find a way to neutralize them effectively. You did good work in the shuttle bay. I wanted to ask you, if you would be able to take that neutralizing compound you were able to put together, and figure out a way to deliver it like a projectile. Like shooting a dart or something like that. Something you could deliver at a safer distance. Is that something you think you could figure out?" (reply Sleeford) (reply Sleeford) (posted by Will) (USS Exeter – Personal quarters - SPC Ensign Greta Smith - 1659) Sliding into the hot bubble bath, Greta sighed heavily. The last few hours had been trying. Sickbay had been a hot bed of emotions and what could have happened was still playing on her mind as she closed her eyes. ~ I knew what I signed up for, transferring to security but the thought of having to fire on that kid ….~ she thought to herself. ~ perhaps Tactical on the bridge is the right move. At least I can keep an eye on Ire.~ she smiled at that thought as she sank deeper into the bubbles. 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