>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Mission: You Can't Go Home Again Day: 3 Stardate: 2444.06.03 >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< (Mars ground facility, main engineering, Engineer Ensigns (Jg) R'Vek Kental, 0230) (Mars facility, fighter bay, engineer ensigns (Jg) R'Vek Kental & Ravok 0245) (Mars Facility – Mess - Security Officer, Dave - 0630) (Starfleet Martian Ground Facilities - Officer’s Mess Hall - Ens JG Trip Williams and Ens JG - Rebecca Flagg - 9:00) (USS Mystique – Bridge - Science Officer- Ensign Sekal – 1000) (USS Mystique – Bridge - CO Admiral Remae Ktell – 1004) (USS Mystique, Bridge, Sec/Tac Ensign jg Taya, 1009) (USS Mystique, Bridge, SPC Luma'Lenai, 1010) (USS Mystiqu- Bridge- Science Officer, Ensign Sekal- 1013) (USS Mystique, Bridge, Sec/Tac Ensign jg Taya, 1014) (Mars Facility – Main Dock, Security Check Point Bravo - Security Officer, Dave - 1155) (Mars Base, Medical, Medical/Counselor, Ensign J.G. 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(Mars Facility – Security Complex, Main Security Control Room - PO3 Castile - 1724) (Mars Facility – Security Complex, Main Security Control Room - Security Officer Dave - 1724) (Mars Ground Facilities – Crew’s Mess – Engineering Technician – EM2 George Mathews – 1732) (Mars Ground Facilities – Crew’s Mess – Damage Control Supervisor PO Castile – 1733) (Mars Ground Facilities – Crew’s Mess – Engineering Technician – EM2 George Mathews – 1735) (Starbase – Conference Room - CO Admiral Remae Ktell – 1804) (Mars Facility – 1st Fighter Wing Briefing Room - ENS JG Trip Williams and ENS JG Alexandra Petrova– 19.15) (Ens j.g Petrova-OPS Medical/Counseling Department 2000 Hours) (Mars Base, Medical, Medical/Counselor, Ensign J.G. Quinna Solice 20:00) (Mars Base, Sickbay, ENS. 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Ire Williams - 2150) (Mars Base, Security Center, Office 5, Sec/Tac Ensign Taya, 2152) >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< (Mars ground facility, main engineering, Engineer Ensigns (Jg) R'Vek Kental, 0230) The main engineering room was quite there were a few people moving around the room, in the center was a display table. R'Vek stood at the table and adjusted his imagine. It was the station and right now it was stripped down to just the power relays and conduits for main power and energy distribution. While the stations had power again it wasn't as stable as it could be and see systems still had no power. He was setting up a work plan for him and a few enlisted crew to use to track down the drains in the system. He shook his head as he remembered he had to go track down the fighter that crashed. He looked around the room and his eyes settled on a young human male. "Rivers, keep a eye on the power read out it's been steady here for the last couple hours but if it changes please let me know, I'll be back on the base as soon as I can." He said to the young man who nodded and took his place. R'Vek head out of the room and to pilot fighter wing. He needed a pilot and a shuttle. (Mars facility, fighter bay, engineer ensigns (Jg) R'Vek Kental & Ravok 0245) R'Vek entered the bay and saw crew moving about, a few enlisted personnel. He saw a man going over one of the crafts and he headed in the direction. His entering the room had been noticed by some. As he got closer to the man he stopped and looked at him. He was a romulan, a full blooded one, the first romulan to graduate the academy. Ravok was in the middle of reading his PADD when he looked up and before him stood a reman " Well look what he have here " Ravok said loudly as he slammed his PADD down on a near by table , the sound echoed through the hanger . The crewman around them started looking at them ,some even started to whisper. " Who let you in here ?" Ravok said with slight smirk "Last I checked romulan's don't own Starfleet" replied R'Vek grinning as he walked closer. "Afraid of a slave" he asked as he stood in front of the man. All eyes were on them, the air was tense and some of the crew members had moved closer to them. Ravok stepped closer to him. " Afraid of a slave ? No, I am afraid of…" Ravok couldn't even finish without laughing and holding his stomach . He looked around at the crowd that had begun to surround them. R'Vek couldn't help but let out a laugh. They must have been quite the site, a reman and romulan. Most of the people in the room had no idea of there history and that made it even better. " R'Vek ! , it's so good to see you here . " Ravok said as he stuck his hand out to shake his hand and put an arm around him .. R'Vek greeted him extending his hand and putting his other arm around him. "Ravok, it's good to see you as well, how have you been my friend?" Ravok smiled . " I'm good old man . I'm even better knowing we have an engineer like you here with us. You are the hardest worker I have ever met. I'm sure you are working around the clock. "Ravok exclaimed " I'm glad we're both stationed here. I can't imagine you are working any less then me. I was actually looking for a pilot. I need to go to the wreckage of the fighter from earlier" he smiled at his friend as the others crew members went back to work. Ravok nodded his head . " of coarse right this way" he motioned to R'vek to follow him . They walked to Ravoks peregrine attack fighter " We have to take this hope you dont mind , my squadrons type 11 shuttle craft isnt working . We will get there fast" "Remind me later and I'll take a look at your shuttle" he said as he followed his friend " I couldn't think of any better for the job"replied Ravok Ravok entered the attack fighter and sat in the pilot seat located on the left hand side of the cock pit. R'Vek followed him and took a seat opposite him. "Do you know the pilot?" He asked talking about the man who flew the other fighter that crashed. Ravok started the engines and began lift off . " Yes his name is Ire, hes a good guy. I actually just visited him in medical about 2 hours ago. Hes a little shaken up. I feel bad because I broke some of ribs during the rescue. I had trouble getting a transporter lock on him so I had to operate the transporter in manual and trying to get a lock on a falling target is hard. So when I got him he transported in a free fall and slammed into the transport pad pretty hard. His flight records show he is an amazing pilot, very capable . My sensors indicated he was in orbit and at an all stop position and holding for a few minutes. Then upon reentry the entire ship started coming apart. I had to position myself under the falling ship using atmospheric thrusters to maintain my position so I could beam him aboard. I was about 6 meters under the falling ship by the time I got him. " "I'm not sure what happened yet but it sounds like mechanical malfunctions" " Stuff like that doesnt just happen. I do not care how unlucky a ship maybe . There are way too many fail safes built in. It's harder to crash one of these things than it is to fly it " Ravok said A few moments later they arrived at the target site. Ravok began to lower the vessel and landed it . " this is it , well most of it "he said to R'vek. R'Vek stood as the fighter landed and once it was safe excited the fighter. He looked out and saw the wreckage of the other shuttle. It struck him as odd but maybe it was because he wasn't a pilot. He pulled his tricorder and started to scan the wreckage as he made his way around it. Ravok made his way over to R'Vek. The ship was a total loss and it was a marvel nobody was killed. The temperature of Mars alone was enough but there was debris everywhere. R'Vek found the fighters sensor and flight storage unit but there was a slight issue. It was laying under the fighter. He was going to have to remove it from the inside instead. "See anything that looks off to you?" Ravok looked at the hull of the craft . " Now that you mention it ,yes I do" Ravok pointed to joints in the hull plating around all the tore up parts. " It seems as though at one point in time this hull was tampered with . The spacing in the hull plates is far too off for an atmospheric re entry. The only way this would of made it back in one piece is if the shields were activated. " Replied Ravok as he raised an eyebrow and looked at R'Vek . "Reports show that the vessel suffered an entire systems failure. When that happened the ships re-entry shields were unresponsive. Which why this thing tore apart the way it did. Had the hull not had these imperfections it would of held together. The root of theproblem is in the systems failure and hull tampering. This isnt normal wear and tear " Ravoks eyes widened. " sabotage?" He said as he looked at R'Vek. "You know better than anyone we romulans know a thing or two about it" R'Vek walked over to look at it as well. "Ravok, I'm not sure I have enough here to not go with mechanical malfunction and engineering negligence." He replied. The last word hitting him like a ton of bricks. He hated to blame his guys especially when Ravok was right but he also knew he should keep things quite. "When we get back I need to examine your squad of fighters. I want to check them out myself to see if this is something we missed" he added looking at his friend. He nodded his head at R'Vek" of coarse anything you need. " "Anything found in this inspection is confidential" said Ravok as he looked at the wreckage. Ravok made the motion of a zipper going across his mouth " Not a word" Ravok tilted his head " While your in the hangars you think you could assist me in getting our type 11's up and running. I will help in anyway I can " "That I can give you a definite answer on" R'Vek replied and grinned "it would be my pleasure" he made his way to what was left of the cockpit and squeezed through the opening. Only ½ of the opening was reachable. He managed to slide enough to get hi hands under the controls, the control relay was slightly burned he could feel it. He undid it slowly and removed the unit. "This should be all I need for now, I'll have them bring the fighter back later" he said as he started to walk to Ravok. They walked back the attack fighter. "What do you need on the shuttle?" He asked talking his seat. Ravok sat in his seat and grabbed his PADD . " I'm sending you the information on all four shuttles now." Ravok replied With a smile. " Let's head back " Ravok said as the attack fighter flew off into the air and back towards the hangars . (Reply None) (Post by Andrew Rock & Robert Davis) (Mars Facility – Mess - Security Officer, Dave - 0630) Dave's day had started as, he assumed, it normally would going forward. He woke up, got showered, dressed and headed down to get some breakfast for the mess. The place was.. crowded to say the least. Gone were the days when he had an entire table to himself. He looked around and managed to spot a couple of his Security colleagues that had taken over a corner. He went to grab breakfast, no luck. They'd ran out of his favourite breakfast and the replicators were on the fritz again. He sighed, took some cold toast from the racking and headed over to sit with his colleagues. It was just going to be one of those days. (Mars Facility – Security Complex, Level 2, Conference Room 2a - Security Officer, Dave - 0745) After breakfast he fell into his old routine of running security sweeps of long abandoned buildings, about 10 minutes in his brain reminded him that he was supposed to be reporting to the Conference Room to be handed his daily assignments by the new "big-wigs," Ensigns barely graduaded from the academy, now unleashed un expectedly on a crumbling defunct base. He headed to the conference room just in time for the meeting to start. It seemed like the morning was going to be as exciting as it gets, the Admiral was heading to the Mystique to start a dialogue with someone on there and there was expected to be a Security detail going along for the ride. Ensigns Peters & Taya were heading it up and had already picked out the detail. So he wasn't going to get in on that action. ~As long as I'm not on Check In duty, I can be relatively happy~ he thought to himself as he settled in for the daily run-down, expected targets, rumoured criminals that were in the vicinity. He paid very little attention, he'd read most of it before and as he'd discussed earlier at breakfast, "Let's be honest, why would anyone try and get into this place secretly? There's nothing here." The assignments got handed out and he checked his, ~Main Dock- Security Check In~ He sighed, It was just going to be one of those days. (Starfleet Martian Ground Facilities - Officer’s Mess Hall - Ens JG Trip Williams and Ens JG - Rebecca Flagg - 9:00) As Trip entered the Officer’s mess for his breakfast he couldn’t help but walk with a smile and swagger. For the first time since he arrived on Mars he got a good night’s sleep. The supplement he hadn’t gotten from Dr. Solice had done its job at least for one night. He was going to need to figure out when to get a nap during the day however. Somehow he drew the short straw and was given Delta shift. That meant his squadron was on standby from 18:00 to 24:00 hours and then he was on patrol from 24:00 to 0600, which meant he had the graveyard shift. Which meant he had no clue when he would actually be able to spend time with his sister or with any other people in general. ~We need more squadrons, more squadrons mean less shift time, meaning I don’t need to work a 12 hour day, and maybe can get off the night shift.~ As he walked to the replicator and ordered a breakfast consisting of biscuits, sausage gravy, a side of bacon and some hash browns, some breakfast tea mixed with milk, sugar, and honey, and a second side of bacon, he sighed, this would be the last time he walked into the Officer’s mess for breakfast. This would soon become his key sleep time. Looking around for a table to sit at he noticed Rebecca sitting alone. ~I should probably apologize to her.~ Walking over he smiled, “Do you mind if I sit down.” At first only flashing Trip a smile she finished pouring her green tea, it to a small cup before looking at Trip. Interested in what he had to say. Rebecca had given him breathing room and it was definitely not the first relationship to blow up. She extended her arm towards the chair opposite her. “Not at all.” “Hey listen, I wanted to talk about the other night.” Rebecca was worried about Trip but she was not sure why somehow he was more than just another than nearly had something. “Only if you’re ready.” “I umm, I’m really sorry for blowing up at you like that, I, umm, I’m working through some things.” Rebecca placed her arm on the table extending her hand to Trip in case he wanted some support. “That is OK. it was obviously still raw for you. We all have……..” Rebecca was slipped away for a second she was wanting a 18-year-old self hanging in a cave, her cloths tawn and body bruised and bloody. As she snapped back to reality a tear ran down her cheek. “..... are own things. The only question is how we deal with them.” “And I don’t yet know what that looks like.” Rebecca tried to wipe away the tear without Trip realised it. “I have a feeling we are more alike than you realise.” “Maybe, maybe not. Look, we all have demons, we all have our baggage, and mine, well lets just say…” Trip paused, “Look, my trauma isn’t important. I’m just, I need to figure out who I am first.” Rebecca flashed a smile to him. “You can always talk to me if you need.” “I know you should never ask a woman her age, but you’re at least 12 to 14 years older than me, and I just, I think it best that we just be friends and nothing more.” She was used to rejections but the one thing that Rebecca hated was for her age, she took pride in her body and looks. At least he was guessing a few years younger than her actual age. “As long as you are sure….” “The more I thought about what you are asking, that isn’t something I want, not in his phase of my life. I need to find my way. I should not have led you on by inviting you over, but I don’t think it was fair to spring that on me, that deep emotional investment but with no commitment. I felt a little taken advantage of. I’m 22, I haven’t lived my life, and I think that I just need to figure that out. So, I’m sorry, and sorry for being rude, and sorry for just, everything.” Rebecca looked into Trips eyes with a smile, she was not sure why she was trying so much and just not moving on. “You don’t need to be sorry. It was wrong of me to be so open with you with having an idea of where things were going. I am normally very good at reading people but with you, it is a lot harder.” "Well I have been considered as chaotic and unpredictable by those who know me." Trip replied with a chuckle. She could not help but push a little more, Rebecca was used to using her body to control or the offer of it to manipulate them. Biting into a ripe apricot and the juices running down her face. “We need to both find our way in the world and in this mission. I am not going to push you but if you ever want anything I am here for you. What EVER you are looking for.” "I appreciate that, I do. But we don't know each other. I'm pretty gregarious, out there, and an open book. But sometimes, I like to keep things close to the vest." Rebecca nodded she knew exactly what he meant. “I am not asking you to share anything that you don't want to.” "But right now, what I'm looking for," Trip said as he tapped his temple, "Is right up here, and I need to be the one to find it." Rebecca smiles at Trip as ancient wisdom popped into her head, she was not one for quoting it but somehow it seemed to fit well in this case. “Just remember it is not the destination but the journey itself that is the important thing.” Trip looked at her briefly and then took a bite from his meal. ~May have ordered too much.~ “You will be amazed, I once spent an amazing afternoon with a monk walking across his garden and it was smaller than this room. Mostly if self-reflection.” As she finished Rebecca took a sip of her tea, in slow contemplation. From inhaling the small, slowly pulling it up to her red lips and feeling the warmth and then finally taking the sip. "Whatever it is I'm looking for, wherever the journey takes me, please just respect that I need to figure this out, my own way." Trip stood up with his tray. He had definitely gotten too much. "Look," he said as he was preparing to leave, "I just wanted to sincerely apologize for freaking out on you. But I just need space. I could always use a friend. But that's all it will be. I hope you find what you are looking for here Becks, you deserve to be happy, and someone more your speed. I’ll be seeing you around." Trip then turned to head to the table with the to-go containers. ~Besides,~ Trip thought to himself, ~If the rumors about her and the half Klingon are true, well I don't want him to think I'm a threat.~ As he left to go pack his breakfast to go, he felt better. (Reply none) (Posted by Will and Giles) (USS Mystique – Bridge - Science Officer- Ensign Sekal – 1000) Five pillars of light flared on the bridge situated on this ship empty of all occupants except for the one that had been shut away here for decades. A transmission had been sent a short while earlier and Luma'Lenei was expecting visitors. The lighting had been brought up to normal levels and colored buttons were blinking rhythmically at each undamaged station. Everything had been prepared for the expected arrival of a VIP from StarFleet of the United Federation of Planets, an organization that had fettered her here at a dock orbiting a world when the deepest reaches of space and the song between the stars called to her from afar. The columns of light dimmed and solidified revealing two beings wearing the blue of the science division, two in security gold and one in a slightly more ornate uniform of red. Sekal and Ensign Verin stood side by side, him with his hands cupped at the small of his back and a tricorder hanging at his right hip by a strap which looped about the left side of his neck at the base then crossed his chest and back at a severe angle, sweeping down to meet there. Across from them stood Admiral Remae Ktell flanked by two members of the security force from the Mars base. The Admiral had seemingly not been happy to have security pushed upon him by his senior officers but had eventually acquiesced after his refusal had threatened to instigate a mutiny amongst his staff. Sekal looked about the bridge during the short interval before speaking commenced, his eyes taking in everything including the flash and burn damage in a number of areas. The ship was almost eerily quiet except for the sigh of the environmental system moving air along with muted beeps and whirs from the navigation station. He didn't need to turn to speak, the sensors reading their movements and vocalizations would have no issue picking up the sound of his voice. No he didn't need to turn but the movement was for the benefit of their host and to distinguish her from their group as a life form deserving of respect. When his back was to the others he spoke. "We have arrived Luma and have brought the one I told you of, the Admiral. He is the leader of our people here and he wishes to speak with you." (Reply: Luma, Verin, Ktell, any) (Posted by Charles Gatling) (USS Mystique – Bridge - CO Admiral Remae Ktell – 1004) Remae had been taken to the Bridge of the Akira class ship and the short walk had been an eye-opener for the Admiral, the ship was in good condition. The reports he had of the ship was of its broken-down nature, recommended for scrapping. That was wrong, very wrong. The scene was set and Remae remember that this class of ship had proved itself against the last Borg attack at Wolf 359 and its unusual design of no secondary hull made it distinctive in the fleet. The last of her class, the Mystique and her construction at the Phoenix Yards at Starbase Geneva meant it was family. This he knew but he also knew more surprises were waiting for him. "We have arrived Luma and have brought the one I told you of, the Admiral. He is the leader of our people here and he wishes to speak with you.", said Ensign Sekal. Contacting alien life forms were a part of the Admiral’s duties and training but it was not his expertise area. He simply nodded as he waited for Luma to speak, he certainly was not going to make some grandiose speech opening speech as he had the feeling a touch of alacrity would be preferable. (Reply from Luma'Lenei, Any) (Posted by Anthony Keen) (USS Mystique, Bridge, Sec/Tac Ensign jg Taya, 1009) Taya materialized on the bridge of the Mystique with the others that were going to meet with the Luma entity. She understood why Admiral Remae was meeting with Luma, but she didn't like it. Taya was especially upset that an outward show of carrying weapons wasn't allowed, as the entity could control the ship functions, transporting them into space, if she were inclined to do so. Why weren't they wearing EVA suits? Be diplomatic and trust the pissed off entity that blamed Starfleet for her being trapped and lonely. No wonder her people seceded. Tesha had hidden an old style cricket phaser in her pocket, though she had to admit to herself that it wouldn't do any good if the entity decided to move against them. What would Taya do? Shoot a console? She supposed having the weapon was more psychological comfort than anything else. "We have arrived, Luma," said Ensign Sekal, "and have brought the one I told you of, the admiral. He is the leader of our people here and he wishes to speak with you." Taya was a few feet behind Remae, watching his back, but when Sekal spoke, her eyes began darting in every direction. Her stomach began to flutter and her antennae moved in slow circles. She found herself holding her breath, so she let it out slowly. Waiting for Luma to speak and wondering what the entity would say, made Taya feel like a snow faxa trapped in a cage. Say something already! (reply any present) (posted by Rob B.) (USS Mystique, Bridge, SPC Luma'Lenai, 1010) Luma was amused as the Sekal, the Sienna, and the Carson appeared. She liked the Carson and the Sienna and the Sekal interested her. Sekal introduced the Admiral, but did not introduce the blue skinned one. Luma was not thrilled that a blue skin was on her ship. The last time the blue skinned small ones had come, they had attempted to remove pieces of her. She had removed them. "We have arrived Luma and have brought the one I told you of, the Admiral. He is the leader of our people here and he wishes to speak with you.", said Ensign Sekal. =^= He is not the Jopek. Does he know the Jopek? Good day the Sienna, the Sekal, the Carson, the Admiral and the blue skin. Has the blue skin come to remove pieces of Luma? Luma warns the blue skin that attempting to do so will result in the blue skin being removed back to where she? came from.=^= Luma was nothing if not fair. =^= Luma has had many of your decades to study the specifications of this skin and the Luma is no longer ignorant. If you attempt to do something to the skin to lock Luma out of the teleportation controls, Luma will remove you. This is trust, having you here now. Luma believes the Carson, the Sekal and the Sienna that the repairing will be conducted and that Luma can once again surf the starsong that this skin was created to do.=^= Luma was obviously happy to have them here, and her warnings were just that, warnings, not threats. Luma watched them, her 'eyes' the sensors obviously everywhere. But the ship continued to chatter, =^= Luma has..negotiations to make? But first Luma is curious. Are any of you small ones members of the intelligence? Maybe the blue skinned one? Because Luma desires to punish the intelligence ones who trapped her here. =^= (reply peters, taya, remae, sienna and sekal) (posted by Mel) (USS Mystique - Bridge- Science Officer, Ensign Sekal- 1013) So far Ktell and the rest had been silent which left Sekal the interim spokesman until the Admiral had completed his observations and formulated the opening moves to his plans going forward. Luma'Lenai however had been quite voluble. =^= Luma has..negotiations to make? But first Luma is curious. Are any of you small ones members of the intelligence? Maybe the blue skinned one? Because Luma desires to punish the intelligence ones who trapped her here. =^= Sekal spoke distinctly. "Greetings Luma. We have not come here to use subterfuge nor is the one you call the blue skin here to remove pieces of the ship." He indicated the Andorian. "You can access the data banks and see that at our last meeting I clearly stated that the Andorians which you call blue skins are neither our enemies nor yours and that their purpose here was due to orders from their superiors." He nodded at Taya then turned his head to address Luma again. "This Andorian is in our security department and her purpose here is singular, to protect and insure the Admiral's safety. Nothing more." (Reply:Taya) "In addition..." Sekal continued. "The Star Fleet intelligence officers who are among my people were not included among those who left you here nor do they desire to further imprison you. Unless one proves duplicitous you may consider them allies. We have trusted you by coming here and desire to earn your trust." He assumed that he had satisfactorily set the playing field for the Admiral in which to make his moves. (Reply:Ktell, Taya, Sienna, Peters, any) (Posted by Charles Gatling) (USS Mystique, Bridge, Sec/Tac Ensign jg Taya, 1014) The entity finally began to speak. She greeted the others, but said something about Taya that made her nervous. =^= Has the blue-skin come to remove pieces of Luma? Luma warns the blue-skin that attempting to do so will result in the blue-skin being removed back to where she came from. =^= Taya knew her people had taken Andorian technology from Starfleet vessels, but she knew nothing about this entity or what she did to stop them. It sounded like Taya was being blamed again for things other people did before she was born. =^= Are any of you small ones members of the intelligence? Maybe the blue-skinned one? Because Luma desires to punish the intelligence ones who trapped her here. =^= Taya rolled her eyes. What had she gotten herself into? Sekal spoke up for her, which she appreciated. "This Andorian is in our security department and her purpose here is singular, to protect and insure the admiral's safety. Nothing more." Taya knew only the basics of what was happening on the Mystique. Her natural curiosity told her to research this once they had returned to Mars, but if SFI was deeply involved, her clearance wouldn't be high enough. For now, she needed to get back in one piece. (reply any present) (posted by Rob B.) (Mars Facility – Main Dock, Security Check Point Bravo - Security Officer, Dave - 1155) He'd been here for hours, sat alongside two young "up and comers" who had transferred in from Earth around the same time all the Ensigns appeared. He was more than happy to allow them to do all the work and they were more than happy to prove themselves and asset to the new bosses. "Dave... Dave... DAVE" the one called Gerry shouted down his ear. He snapped back into focus to see why they were calling him. The other security officer- John as on the ground with his leg held up by a Civilian that was trying to gain access to the base having docked his cargo vessel earlier in the day. Gerry has a phaser trained on him, but was visibly trembling and staring back and forth from himself and the civlian. "Hey ho! Whats going on?" Dave said as he got to his feet. "He doesn't have the proper papers," Gerry rambled, "I DO so," the large man proclaimed, still holding onto John's leg and not allowing him to get back up. "They're on t ship. I ain't going back to get em. Stood in this queue for 2 hours!" "Put your phaser down lad." Dave said to Gerry, the last thing he needed was a gun fight in the main dock. There was already a large enough crowd as it was. He could see in the distance someone running towards the Alpha checkpoint. No doubt to get backup. "Now, Sir." Dave began with his hands open and towards the man. "There's no need for violence. All we need are your papers to show who you are and what your business is here and then you can go your merry way." He said the last part with a smile on his face. The man glowered at him, "I've been through ere' loadsa times, never had this crap before." "Believe me I know. New protocols from the new bosses. Not making it easy for anyone, least of all me." Dave sighed and then shrugged. "I've been ere 4 hours already!" the man continued to protest. Dave having already given up on the man, jumped at the chance to make him look like a fool infront of the watching crowd. "4 hours you said? It was 2 a minute ago. Seems like time has gone all fluid over here. If you'd just go get your papers Sir, I'd be more than happy to assist you." Dave took another step forward as if to guide the man back to his ship. "And please drop my colleagues leg. He means you no harm." A red flash appeared over the mans face as he dropped John's leg and in the same movement swang for Dave. And everything went black. It was just going to be one of those days. (Mars Base, Medical, Medical/Counselor, Ensign J.G. Quinna Solice 13:49) Quinna took a deep breath. She was called away from medical where to help the wounded out in the field in a matter of speaking. She long lost her uniform jumper top as it hung around her waist, and her turtleneck that was stained with blood. Her hair drooped down loosely as it had fallen with the performance of triage. When she entered, the triage continued. “Scans in progress doctor." Quinna dropped the used med kit on the medical station. She undid her ponytail and put all her hair up in ponytail again. It was not the best looking one, but it kept her hair out of the way. She moved to the biobed next to Dr. Bracken. “Response to stimuli normal. Sorry, carry on Sekal. I’m listening” He nodded. "In synopsis then Ensign Verin was exhausted and suffering from suppressed psilosynine levels which is the reason we were reporting in for medical checkups. I myself have made a full recovery from the attacks and see no reason to trouble you for an exam." “What can I…” Quinna was about to say something when the patient started to stir. "Easy now. Relax I am here to comfort you." Sekel said. Quinn watched then quietly moved to the station to look for Ensign Verin’s reports. As she was waiting for a test to complete, Quinn replicated a cup of strong coffee, she had been on duty for almost 36 hours. As soon as the report came in, Quinna downloaded it to a PADD and went back to the Bio Bed. “Dr. Bracken, Here is the results of the tests.” Quinna handed over the PADD and waited a minute for Bracken to peruse the results. (reply Bracken, Trei, Sekal iyw, anyone else in sickbay) Quinna quietly walked away and back to the med console as she needed to be up to date on current patients. She knew that night shift would start soon enough. (Reply/or Start something if any wants to) (Played by Kris) (Mars Base, Main Triage, MO Ens(jg) Ailynn Bracken 1400) “Dr. Bracken, Here is the results of the tests.” Quinna handed over the PADD and waited a minute for Bracken to peruse the results. Ailynn thanked Quinna, and took the PADD off her. Running through the blood results, she sighed gently. “Computer, display scan. Sector…064 delta.” The computer beeped an acknowledgement, and the scan appeared in front of her, she manipulated the image squinting slightly, taking in all the detail from the image. “Carter. 1 unit Bicardine, 1 unit Morphenolog. Sy. We’ve got you. Your Psi centre glands are inflamed, whatever happened you took a hit…I’ve given you a general painkiller and one that will calm the inflammation down. That however…isn’t the problem.” (Reply Verin-Williams) “Sy…” She looked around, there were too many people around for her to open up properly. “Yes, you get the lecture again, but here’s the thing. It’s because I love you like a sister. When I look at you I don’t see Ensign Verin-Williams, I see Sienna, Sy, I see the little girl that I grew up with over the fence, I see the teenager who was always in my wardrobe. I see the girl that I partied hard with all too many times, so yeah I’m going to lecture you, and keep on looking after you, because you sure as hell looked afterm e.” She smiled gently, but she knew that Sienna would understand what Ailynn was actually saying. (Reply Verin-Williams) Quinna had left while this was going on, Ailynn made a mental note to catch up with her, She didn’t know Quinna at all, only what they had shared during lunch, but since they would all be working quite closely, she figured that it would be nice to be friendly. “Bigger issue however.” Ailynn perched on the biobed, and held Sienna’s hand. “the factor that keeps your blood problems isn’t working as well as it should. Your body is adapting. Now, we’ve got this early, and we have options, but baby I need you to not push yourself quite so much; and I need to see you regularly yes? Rest up. You can leave at 1700, I will discharge you to normal duties…but, If you are one second late to our next appointment I’ll give you the extended version of the lecture.” (Reply Verin-Williams) (posted by Mark) (Mars Facilities - Main Triage - ENS jg Counselor Ariel Trei - 14.00) She saw the patient stirring on the biobed. She really couldn't help her medically but can help her with her empathic abilities so she walked over to the biobed to comfort her. "Easy now. Relax I am here to comfort you." She felt a great amount of stress coming from ENS Vernin Williams but her soothing voice seemed to be calming her down a bit (Reply Any) (Posted by Edward) (PO3rd Chris Castile Mars Base, Sec/Tactical Center) "No I don't have the paperwork to be here." He said sarcastically to the deputy behind the counter. "What I have as a part that could have franged up an entire squadron if it was installed, an entire box of old parts all modded out to malfunction." He slammed the greasy part down on the counter. ~They only see the single stripe and think hey he doesn't know what the hell he is doing?~ "Deputy..." he said. "Oymyx." The deputy corrected him. "Look Oxymyx I got a lot of work to do and wanted to hand these things over as posible evidence in that crash. I don't know who the crew chief is but if he installed some of these faulty parts we could have lost everything. If you don't mind get me somebody who is investigating this.. So I can get to sickbay and get my leg repaired. He tapped the ghastly looking generation two durasteel leg, "Dragging it around is causing a lot of pain in the upper part.. If it helps I am the guy who wrestled the breen to the ground." Oxmyx sighed his large Orion hands picked up the box of parts. "Do you want a tag for these?" "Oh son of a... NO I don't need a tag just tell whoever is investigating I got half a storage room full of questionable suplies." He sounded frustrated. He then turned around and began to lumber towards the door. Dragging his leg which now began to spark some. (No reply needed) (Posted by Robert H) (Mars Facility – Admiral’s Office - CO Admiral Remae Ktell – 1410) =^= Ensign Peters to Admiral Ktell, be advised we have a Breen Prisoner being transported to our cells for questioning. =^= The Admiral jumped out of his chair and headed for the Security Centre, “On my way, Ensign.”, he said as the door opened in front him. (Mars Facility – Security Section – Holding Cells - CO Admiral Remae Ktell – 1420) The Bajoran burst onto the scene to find a real, life-size, no fooling Breen in a holding cell. It made some noises but if the universal translator was online, it wasn’t working with the Breen language. “Situation report?”, he said Ensign Peters. While he waited for the reply, the Bajoran started to get angry as he closed in on the holding cell holding the prisoner. What was the Breen doing here? From his point of view, it was the start of an incursion so blatant that it could throw what’s left of Starfleet into a another war, a war that it wasn’t ready for or prepared to fight. They had to find out what’s going on. “Admiral Remae to Ensign Sekal - Ensign, we need you in the Security Holding Cells immediately. We have a technical difficulty that requires your expertise.”, he said hoping the Ensign would be able to dream up a way to communicate with their new guest. (Reply from Peters, Sekal, Any) (Posted by Anthony Keen) (Mars Facility – 1st Fighter Wing Briefing Room - ENS JG Trip Williams and ENS JG Alexandra Petrova– 14.29) Trip was seated in the briefing room waiting for Alex to come bring him the report. He didn’t know why, but he was very relieved that she was ok. For some reason was more relieved than he thought he would be. Sure he would be happy that any of his colleagues would be alive and well after an encounter. But there was something interesting about Alex, something intriguing and Trip couldn’t quite put his finger on it. As Alex entered the briefing room he approached her and gave her a giant and happy bear hug, only pausing when he realized he might be invading her personal space. He released the hug and smiled. “Sorry about that, extrovert.” She tried to sidestep the hug just not comfortable with being touched. She did give in and take it though. Trip then walked over to the table and sat down. “You said you had a briefing for me?” he asked inquisitively, he wasn’t in charge, but for some reason the other pilots had a lot of respect for him. It kind of puzzled him. He was pretty green and in his mind no better than them. “Yes in my mission I bagged three pirates all using non warp capable ships which means they operate in system or have a carrier ship. The Breen was the only Breen there. The other life sign was an orion. The vessels were cobbled together from different parts save that Breen attack craft.” She put her hand under her chin. “What puzzled me was that fighter must have been all generator to power that cannon, I mean I was using rotating frequencies on the Samson. It had ablative armor which is meant to deflect a lot of attacks. When it was just me and it, it kept saying ‘Kragoth T’mang” I am neyt sure if that is Breen for hello or “stab you goodbye.” She chuckled a little. “But Castile found a box of converters that were rigged to explode when energy was put through them, He thinks that there is sabotage and is going to visually inventory and test all the parts we have.” She adjusted her uniform. Then smiled at him, “You are going to be a strong leader, I can tell by your chin.” "What does my chin have to do with anything?" Trip asked puzzled. He rubbed his chin that was covered in stubble. He hadn't had a chance to shave since he got to Mars. She cleared her throat, “I always felt that a leader should have a strong chin, my last CO had none. He died poorly.” "I don't know. I think my best leadership facial feature is my eyes." He said with a chuckle. He had the black eyes indicative of his half betazoid heritage. He thought they made him mysterious and hard to read. It definitely helped his poker face. “I like to think my best features are my fists, I can say many things with them.” She said with a nod. "I'm really glad you made it back ok Alex." Trip said changing the subject. "You had me worried out there." “Well you know I am hard to kill, even brought back a captive and from what I hear its giving security hell. I almost feel sorry for them.” She chuckled. “So what is really on your mind?” She asked. "Honestly I don't really know." Trip replied with a chuckle. "Honestly, I just kinda feel so at ease I really don't know. It's like my brain feels like a beach." “You truly are a mystery. I thought I had you pegged as a pretty boy flyboy. Like they show in the holovids.” She looked at him for a moment. "Shame you can't read minds, I'd love for someone to tell me what I'm thinking." She leaned over the desk. To look at him, this look was different then she normally gave, it was chemistry forming? She felt like she was going to kiss him. In her mind she did, In fact in her mind she had grabbed him by the hair, pressed her lips to his and sucked on his lower lip. But sadly there was a beep as her fantasy came crashing down around her. "Do you have anything more for me?" Trip asked as he looked at his PADD. He had just received a confidential memo from the admiral. She stood up and straightened up her uniform very glad he could only read emotions and not thoughts. He would have gotten a mindful. In her best professional tone. “No sir, skull squadron is up and functional. I think I will take them for a flight, see how the new ship works.” "Have fun flying." He said with a smile. "I'll see you around. Trip then waited for her to leave and then began to read his briefing. (Reply none) (Postes by Will and Kaylah) (Mars Facility – Security Section – Holding Cells - CO Admiral Remae Ktell – 1430) Remae had been briefed about the Breen having information that could have only come from inside the base, and the Admiral agreed that it was prudent for Security to start investigating on any possible leaks or informants. After thanking Ensign Carson and Ensign Taya, Remae had returned to where Ensign Sekal was proceeding with his attempts to get the Breen to talk, this would help the translator receive enough information to form a translation matrix, perhaps then, they could talk to her, after all. Fascinating as it was watching their attempts, Remae’s commbadge beeped and he took a few steps back and tapped it. “Admiral Remae here.”, he said and it was his office, they had Starfleet Command on the line… he stepped back into another office and asked the call to be put through to the nearby computer terminal. (Mars Facility – Security Section – Holding Cells - CO Admiral Remae Ktell – 1440) “Computer, switch the incoming message from SFHQ to my personal encrypted channel.”, he said and the computer beeped before an Admiral appeared on the screen. Remae didn’t know this Admiral directly but, he was a member of the Security and Tactical Division. He briefed his superior on the Breen events and some other information and in turn, Starfleet returned information to him about other Breen attacks in the area and then, he notified command of their intention to go after the Breen and put a stop to this. “Admiral, we do not know if this an official and sanction offensive from the Breen or a bunch of privateers or what. Sending out an attack wing to stop them could start another war.”, said the Head of Starfleet Security. “I think, if we were at war, Admiral, we’d know, besides, we will have more information soon but regardless, we have to investigate.”, said Remae. This Admiral was one of the officers who seemed to prefer a wait and see approach, perhaps even someone who wanted to keep Starfleet’s head in the sand. “Agreed. Be careful.”, he said and the screen went off, leaving the logo of the Starfleet Command behind. “Computer, encrypt the information sent and forward to Ensign Trip Williams.”, said Remae and stood up one the file had been sent. The Bajoran returned to watch the progress of the translation of the Breen language. (Reply from Any) (Mars Facility – Security Section, Holding Cells - SECTAC, Ens(jg) Pirate Ketrol – 1443) "The more the Breen talks the more words it will translate and the faster it will adjust. I recommend starting out with simple concepts and working your way into a more detailed interrogation." Sekal explained after he'd inspected the comm. unit on the side of the outside of the cell. Carson looked around and noticed the Admiral moving off into the same office they'd just came out of, seems like he had an incoming communication. He turned back around and said to the small group of officers assembled, "Shall we get the translator some information then?" (Reply Sekal, Taya iyw) Carson, Sekal & Taya left the security officers around them to deal with the other members who were present and moved towards the cell. Sekal had a tri-corder out ready to take in as much detail from the Breen as possible. They kept the forcefield in place between themselves and the Breen but turned off the sound manipulation so she could hear them. "I'm Ensign Peters, this is Taya & Sekal" Carson waited a moment to see if she'd respond but she said nothing and just stared at them. So he kept going, "You are being held in this facility due to your incursion into Federation space. Do you understand?" "£$%%$%££ ^&&£*$$$" Came the snarled response. Carson looked at the others for a moment to see if they had a response. (Reply Taya, Sekal IYW) "Is there anything you require? Sustenance?" Carson said, hoping to draw more words out of the prisoner. "%%£$"££((& £%%$^^&" &&$^^%*£" Carson smiled slightly as she responded, at least they were getting a response. Once they could understand her they'd be able to conduct a proper interview. "Can you tell me your name?" Carson asked, trying to come up with simple questions to keep her talking. The Breen sat there and tilted its head, touching the energy barrier as if it was looking for weakness, "^%$$@ Ketrol&^%$Neutral Intercessor%^#%$@" It then walked to the corner of the cell and took a seat. (Reply , Sekal, Taya. Ktell) (Posted by Kaylah as the Breen) (Mars Facility – Security Section, Holding Cells - SECTAC, Ens(jg) Carson Peters – 1443) "The more the Breen talks the more words it will translate and the faster it will adjust. I recommend starting out with simple concepts and working your way into a more detailed interrogation." Sekal explained after he'd inspected the comm. unit on the side of the outside of the cell. Carson looked around and noticed the Admiral moving off into the same office they'd just came out of, seems like he had an incoming communication. He turned back around and said to the small group of officers assembled, "Shall we get the translator some information then?" (Reply Sekal, Taya iyw) Carson, Sekal & Taya left the security officers around them to deal with the other members who were present and moved towards the cell. Sekal had a tri-corder out ready to take in as much detail from the Breen as possible. They kept the forcefield in place between themselves and the Breen but turned off the sound manipulation so she could hear them. "I'm Ensign Peters, this is Taya & Sekal" Carson waited a moment to see if she'd respond but she said nothing and just stared at them. So he kept going, "You are being held in this facility due to your incursion into Federation space. Do you understand?" "£$%%$%££ ^&&£*$$$" Came the snarled response. Carson looked at the others for a moment to see if they had a response. (Reply Taya, Sekal IYW) "Is there anything you require? Sustenance?" Carson said, hoping to draw more words out of the prisoner. "%%£$"££((& £%%$^^&" &&$^^%*£" Carson smiled slightly as she responded, at least they were getting a response. Once they could understand her they'd be able to conduct a proper interview. "Can you tell me your name?" Carson asked, trying to come up with simple questions to keep her talking. (Reply Breen, Sekal, Taya. Ktell) (Posted by Jono Bradley) (Mars Facility – Security Section, Holding Cells - Science Officer, Ensign Sekal – 1446) Sekal's tricorder was humming during Ensign Peters' opening gambit of the interrogation. So far there had been no progress but that was to be expected as he had told them and it was still early yet. "Can you tell me your name?" "^%$$@ Ketrol&^%$Neutral Intercessor%^#%$@" I Sekal's eyes lifted from the device at the intelligible words. He watched the Breen then move away from the force field and take a seat in a far corner. "Neutral intercessor? This one appears to desire legal counsel." He addressed Ensign Peter's without turning his head. He stepped closer to the energized portal. "Is Ketrol your name, rank or other designation?" This was addressed to the Breen. (Reply: Ketrol, Peters, any "I am not a member of the security department like my compatriot but it is my understanding that due to committing an act of aggression against protected citizens of the United Federation of Planets or neutral parties in Federation space doing legitimate business who are also protected the crime you are charged with is of a military nature rather than civil. This being the case your right to legal counsel is subject to review during which time interrogations may be legitimately conducted." He turned to Carson. "Am I correct or in error Ensign Peters?" (Reply: Peter's,Ketrol, any) (Posted by Charles Gatling) (Mars Facility – Security Section, Holding Cells - Science Officer, Ensign Sekal – 1452) The Breen turned away from the forcefield and sat down in the far corner of the cell as if to tell them that was all the conversation they were going to get. Carson thought over the words that he had understood from the Breen and began to understand what it had probably been saying. It was at that point Sekal stepped forward and said out-loud what he was thinking, "Neutral intercessor? This one appears to desire legal counsel." he then stepped closer to the field and continued, "Is Ketrol your name, rank or other designation?" Carson nodded as if he agreed with the line of questioning. He was still hoping the translator would get enough information to make this whole situation easier. (Reply Ketrol, Ktell) "I am not a member of the security department like my compatriot but it is my understanding that due to committing an act of aggression against protected citizens of the United Federation of Planets or neutral parties in Federation space doing legitimate business who are also protected the crime you are charged with is of a military nature rather than civil. This being the case your right to legal counsel is subject to review during which time interrogations may be legitimately conducted." Carson smiled. He enjoyed the way Sekal had delivered that verdict. He noted that the Admiral had rejoined and was watching. He turned to Carson. "Am I correct or in error Ensign Peters?" "Absolutely correct, Ensign Sekal." Carson said looking at Sekal and then back at the Breen. "Am I to take it that you understand and can speak Federation basic? You seem to have no trouble understanding us and the phrase Neutral Intercessor, isn't one I'd expect someone who can't speak the language to know?" Carson finished and continued to stare at the prisoner. (Reply Sekal, Taya, Ktell, Ketrol) (Posted by Jono Bradley) (PO3rd Chris Castile Mars Base, Sec/Tactical Center 1500) "No I don't have the paperwork to be here." He said sarcastically to the deputy behind the counter. "What I have as a part that could have franged up an entire squadron if it was installed, an entire box of old parts all modded out to malfunction." He slammed the greasy part down on the counter. ~They only see the single stripe and think hey he doesn't know what the hell he is doing?~ "Deputy..." he said. "Oymyx." The deputy corrected him. "Look Oxymyx I got a lot of work to do and wanted to hand these things over as posible evidence in that crash. I don't know who the crew chief is but if he installed some of these faulty parts we could have lost everything. If you don't mind get me somebody who is investigating this.. So I can get to sickbay and get my leg repaired. He tapped the ghastly looking generation two durasteel leg, "Dragging it around is causing a lot of pain in the upper part.. If it helps I am the guy who wrestled the breen to the ground." Oxmyx sighed his large Orion hands picked up the box of parts. "Do you want a tag for these?" "Oh son of a... NO I don't need a tag just tell whoever is investigating I got half a storage room full of questionable suplies." He sounded frustrated. He then turned around and began to lumber towards the door. Dragging his leg which now began to spark some. (No reply needed) (Posted by Robert H) (Starbase – Admirals Office – MO Ens(jg) Ailynn Bracken 1525) For the second time that day, she strode down the corridor toward the Admiral’s Office, PADD in hand. Momentarily she felt sorry for him, remembering the stack of reports that sat on his desk earlier that day. Intellectually she knew that he read them at some point, but dimly she remembered one of her Professors had the habit of not listening to anyone. If they were still talking to him after five minutes, then, and only then, would he pay any attention as they clearly had an issue that couldn’t be dealt with by themselves. As Ailynn hit the doorchime, she nodded a smiled greeting with another Ensign as she passed by her. (Reply Remae) On hearing the permission to enter from within, Ailynn stepped forward, and walked toward the desk. “Admiral.” She passed over another PADD. “My report on our Breen guest.” (Reply Remae) “Interesting species. No circulatory system. Fascinating. Any contact with them is always through their environmental suits, as you know, to this day, we can only hint at how they appear externally. Internally, lack of circulation aside, musculoskeletal system is mostly as one would expect, however, looking at muscle and bone density, together with simple skeletal mechanics, it can be estimated that they are incredibly strong. Toe-to-toe, bare knuckles queensbury rules, I’d bet the vineyard on the Breen against any of our Klingon friends. (Reply Remae) “Suggests that the suits are environmental necessity rather than mechanical. Now…Health-wise, he seems fine at the moment, but I don’t know anything of food requirements, water, basic hygiene. If we had a dead one we’d learn more Sir. Sounds morbid, but I’d like to get a proper, complete full scan without the suit getting in the way.” (Reply Remae) (Posted by Mark) (Starbase – Admiral’s Office - CO Admiral Remae Ktell – 1527) “My report on our Breen guest.”, said the Medical Officer to the Admiral, passing over a PADD. Doctor Bracken was delivering her medical report on the Breen. “Interesting species. No circulatory system. Fascinating. Any contact with them is always through their environmental suits, as you know, to this day, we can only hint at how they appear externally. Internally, lack of circulation aside, musculoskeletal system is mostly as one would expect, however, looking at muscle and bone density, together with simple skeletal mechanics, it can be estimated that they are incredibly strong. Toe-to-toe, bare knuckles queensbury rules, I’d bet the vineyard on the Breen against any of our Klingon friends. The verbal report revealed the Breen were strong, but their environmental suits were of interest to the Bajoran but it was interesting to know they compared to the Klingons. Any physical encounter would have to take this into account. Phaser settings would have to be upped to match their physique. That was valuable information. “Fascinating, Doctor, that is very useful. What can you tell me about their suits?”, he asked and Ensign Bracken was ready. “Sounds morbid, but I’d like to get a proper, complete full scan without the suit getting in the way.”, she said as she explained that they knew little about their diets or other needs. “The suit must do something for them… to get the Breen out of it, you’d need to create an environmental system, to whatever their needs are. As far as I can tell, no one has ever seen a Breen.”, he said before adding, “Maybe we’ll get a chance to do that.” “Thank you, Doctor, with the upcoming mission for the fighter wing, this information will be very useful. Unless you have anything else, you are dismissed.”, he said, appreciative of the Doctor taking the time to conduct his analysis. (Reply from Bracken, Any) (Posted by Anthony Keen) (Mars Facility – 1st Fighter Wing Briefing Room -Ens j.g Alexandra Petrova– 1625) Trip sat intently waiting for the Admiral to start. He had an idea what this meeting was about and listened closely to the Admiral's words. “I am waiting for confirmation from headquarters that the Breen have attacked other Starfleet Interests in nearby sectors but the truth is, it doesn’t matter.”, he said and walked around to the front of the desk, “I am ordering the 1st Fighter Wing to hunt down the Breen and their base to secure the sectors around Sector 001.” A map appeared, “I am hoping to have more intelligence for you soon but in the meantime, I want you to hammer out a plan. I am giving you 1 week to complete this mission and no longer. This mission needs a leader, someone to coordinate the squadron. Ensign Trip Williams, for the duration of this mission, I am naming you Acting Flight Squadron Executive Officer (aFSXO). Come up with a plan, be ready to leave first thing tomorrow… I’ll get you all the intel I can between then and now. Carry on.”, he said and began to leave the room. As the admiral left Trip looked at his squadmates trying to guage their reactions. " Congratulations Sir" was the reply from Ravok. Ire then followed suit. “What’s the plan Boss?” Trip tried his best to look calm. Finally, Alex spoke up. "Sir I would recommend the Red Dragons and Void Hunters go on this escort mission. The Warbirds and White Skull should stay behind in case of any problems." Trip paused to think, shook his head, and stood up. "No that, doesn't make sense, I'm not leaving two of my best horses in the stable when things are gonna get messy. This isn't an escort mission, this is a raid." Trip looked at the map. Whatever decisions he made, whatever choice he made, however many lives might be lost where on him. "We don't want to leave Mars defenseless. We are going to go with a combo squadron of 15 fighters, made up of the best from each of our squadrons. Each of you will be in charge of a flight of 5. I'll run mission ops, we'll bring all four type 11s, running sensor jamming on any foes, keeping any enemy craft off balance. I'll be commanding them. Runnabouts will be left behind for martian use and permiter defense. We might be out there for mulitple days, make sure the bunks in the back of the peregrines are prepared." Trip then smiled. He felt more at peace. "Ok, so, Ire and Alex, I need you to go through all four squadrons, find the 15 peregrines that are in the best shape. Get those bird up and running. Make sure the phasers are working properly and that they have a full compliment of photons." "Sir, I believe we should use the Marrion as bait for them, maybe broadcast that its carrying cargo, hence the escort. comment. If we make a target and draw them out they should hit it. Even if it looks like an ovious trap, and we attack to disable not to kill the attackers." Alexanra said. "Ravok, check with Ensign R'Vek, get the other type 11's ready for action. Also I acquired a captain's yacht for the admiral, but we're repurposing it. Work with R'Vek, get it set up for combat, mission ops, electronic warfare, and surveliance, just like the type 11s. I'll quarterback from there." "Everything needs to be ready to go by 0900. But make sure you get sleep. I'll work with admiral on intel and put together a solid plan. Check in with me as needed. We'll have a full briefing at 0700. Dismissed." "Aye, aye sir." Alexandra said (Replies IFW) Posted by Kaylah (Mars Facility – 1st Fighter Wing Briefing Room – Pilot - Ensign (J.G.) Ire Williams – 1626) "Ok, so, Ire and Alex, I need you to go through all four squadrons, find the 15 peregrines that are in the best shape. Get those bird up and running. Make sure the phasers are working properly and that they have a full compliment of photons." Ire nodded bring all the squadron data on his PADD. (Reply Petrova) "Ravok, check with Ensign R'Vek, get the other type 11's ready for action. Also I acquired a captain's yacht for the admiral, but we're repurposing it. Work with R'Vek, get it set up for combat, mission ops, electronic warfare, and surveliance, just like the type 11s. I'll quarterback from there." Ire was still scanning the PADD as Ravok made his reply. ~Okay Niki and Michael for sure I get the others fine I guess the problem is whether I am flying or not but I don’t want to split up existing crews~ "Everything needs to be ready to go by 0900. But make sure you get sleep. I'll work with admiral on intel and put together a solid plan. Check in with me as needed. We'll have a full briefing at 0700. Dismissed." As people left Ire turned to Petrova. He had not had the opportunity to work or interact with Petrova apart from the few comments at the meeting in Trips quarters. He was looking forward to working with her and to get to know her better. “Do you want to start now or if you have things to do and we could meet later to get this sorted?” (Reply Petrova) (Reply Ravok, Petrova, Trip) (Posted by Robbie) (Mars Facility – 1st Fighter Wing Briefing Room – Pilot - Ensign (J.G.) Ire Williams – 1629) "No time like the present. Ire is what they call you yes?" She asked He nodded at her politely. “Yes I am Ire.” "Da, good name. Any special reason why your parents gave it to you?" He smiled. “Yes mother was Bajoran and it is my mothers, fathers name.” "We may get to work unless you have questions for me?" He paused for a moment before asking. “if you don’t mid me asking? Where is home for you?” (Reply Petrova) Ire nodded. “What was it like growing up on a planet. I only ask because I grew up on a spaceship and not realy spent time with soil under my feet.” (Reply Petrova) (Reply Petrova, any) (Posted by Robbie) (Mars Facility – Main Security Control Room - ENS JG Garek Darpeg – 1635) Darpeg was redoing the wiring of the missile launching system, when he noticed that the launch doors were jammed. He tapped his combadge and said, "Security to Engineering, I request assistance in the repair of the missile launch doors." As if an answer from the universe Castile came lumbering around the corner, "Hi I'm Chris I am the Chief Repair Tech around here. What is the SL?" "They are needed in the event of another attack. Preparation is the best defense." "Everything in this base seems broken, Okay how do you want to approach this? Its usually the fact there isn't enough lubricant in the pulling mechanism. What did the diagnostic say was wrong?" "Good. I will be waiting here." "Alright so up I go then?" The first thing noticable was the cybernetic leg, it made an obvious CLANG as Castile climbed up. the ladder. He yelled down, "Okay can you try to open the bay doors? Tell me what error code you get?" (Reply Mr. Dupree) (Posted by Robert) (Mars Facility – Security Complex, Floor 3, Office 9c - Security Officer Dave - 1637) He'd finally been let out from Medbay a few hours after the Red Alert klaxon had sounded. Trust Dave to wind up in a bed when there was finally some action to behold. He had plead with the nurse on duty to let him "go do his job." It was no good though, she was putting him through their concussion protocol before they could sign him back on the job. He didn't have a concussion and he'd told her so, but she wouldn't listen. So he had to sit out the most exciting part of the day. Once he'd managed to get back to the Security Complex a huge pile of paperwork was awaiting him. He had to write up a report on the incident with the overzealous civilian in the Main Dock and discuss what actions he could have taken to prevent it from happening again. Once completed he handed it to his direct superior, Jelly Jane, as he called her in his head and took the dressing down that she gave him. Having spoken to his two colleagues and eye witnesses she had portioned all of the blame on him for not supervising the newbies well enough and then not interceding on their behalf quickly enough, "Honestly," her high voice shrill and annoying to his ears, "I can't believe you've been a Security Officer for as long as you have! Do you even care?" she had gone on for a solid 20 minutes. No was probably the honest answer, but it wasn't the one he had given her. Originally he was here for the action. When it was obvious that was never going to happen, he then settled into complete and utter mediocrity, a quiet life where noone would bother him. If there was action to be had now, though, he wanted in and that meant towing the line a bit better than he had been. Once Jelly Jane had dismissed him and order him to see out the remainder of his shift looking after the Control Room he gleefully made his way there. It seemed after everything his day was finally getting better, a good day was sitting in the heart of the security centre, stewarding his unsuspecting colleagues around the place remotely. A job she thought as monotonous, was exactly what Dave loved. It was the centre of all Security related action. ~Finally~ he thought as he skipped up to the turbolift and ordered it to take him to the corresponding floor. He stepped out of the turbolift and walked directly into a forcefield which had been erected at the exit. The force threw him back agaisnt the wall of the turbolift and he cried out in pain as he twisted his wrist, trying to cusion his landing. It really was just going to be one of those days. (Mars Facility – Main Security Control Room - ENS JG Garek Darpeg – 1638) Castile came lumbering around the corner, "Hi I'm Chris I am the Chief Repair Tech around here. What is the SL?" "They are needed in the event of another attack. Preparation is the best defense." "Everything in this base seems broken, Okay how do you want to approach this? Its usually the fact there isn't enough lubricant in the pulling mechanism. What did the diagnostic say was wrong?" "Awaiting repair instructions." "Alright so up I go then?" Castille's cyborg leg made a clang as he went up the ladder, "Okay can you try to open the bay doors? Tell me what error code you get?" "ME-1470, Weight distribution error. ECC-9000 File EL87/WIN>2445 Corruption Error. SUO-MS/WIN CHIP EA500Z Not Responding." (Reply Castile) (Posted by Gary) (Mars Facility – 1st Fighter Wing Briefing Room – Pilot - Ensign (J.G.) Ire Williams – 1626) "Ok, so, Ire and Alex, I need you to go through all four squadrons, find the 15 peregrines that are in the best shape. Get those bird up and running. Make sure the phasers are working properly and that they have a full compliment of photons." Ire nodded bring all the squadron data on his PADD. "I know Skull squadron is entirely prepped and ready, Even new paint jobs." Petrova said. "Ravok, check with Ensign R'Vek, get the other type 11's ready for action. Also I acquired a captain's yacht for the admiral, but we're repurposing it. Work with R'Vek, get it set up for combat, mission ops, electronic warfare, and surveliance, just like the type 11s. I'll quarterback from there." Ire was still scanning the PADD as Ravok made his reply. "Everything needs to be ready to go by 0900. But make sure you get sleep. I'll work with admiral on intel and put together a solid plan. Check in with me as needed. We'll have a full briefing at 0700. Dismissed." As people left Ire turned to Petrova. He had not had the opportunity to work or interact with Petrova apart from the few comments at the meeting in Trips quarters. He was looking forward to working with her and to get to know her better. “Do you want to start now or if you have things to do and we could meet later to get this sorted?” "No time like the present. Ire is what they call you yes?" She asked (Respond please) "Da, good name. Any special reason why your parents gave it to you?" She asked. She said, "We may get to work unless you have questions for me?" (respond Ire) (Posted by Kaylah) (Mars Facility – M03 hangar bay- ENS JG Ravok – 1641) Ravok made his way Into the hangar bay . He seen some of squadron members in there working at the various terminals and finishing up repairs . " Everyone listen up!!" He yelled loudly. They stopped and came closer to him as he spoke. " I need every attack fighter ready to go by 0600 tomorrow. I want photon torpedoes loaded I want phasers primed . I want every system on every ship ready to go ." Ravok exclaimed with intensity. " Crewman Reyes" he said Maria Reyes stepped forward " yes sir " " I need all the shields set to a frequency of 281.2 . This will give every vessel the capability of taking 3 maybe 4 direct hits before being completely disabled. Pass this information to the other squadrons. I need those transporters working for both outgoing and incoming transport as well" he ordered . " Yes sir " she responded " Daniels, Trevi, Lucas, and Vrygo . You are my best pilots get with your flight officers. Pack your bags and make up your bunks on ship we will be gone a few days. " Ravok looked around the hangar" Dismissed !!!" His squadron staff went on their way to making the arrangements necessary. Ravok looked at Maria Reyes . " Reyes , a word " He said as he walked towards his squadrons office .Maria Reyes followed him " yes sir " she said to Ravok . He turned to her and leaned in close to her ear " Set the shield frequencies to 289.6 and do it yourself do not discuss this with anyone other than me and Ensign Trip Williams, Ire Williams and Ensign Petrova. We have to be careful. See to it that you are the only one who makes this adjustment is that clear ?" Ravok said . She looked at him and shook her head in agreement " you can count on me sir " she replied . " Get to work" he said as she ran off quickly . Ravok grabbed his PADD and sent a message to Ensign R'vek --R'Vek please come to the M03 hangar when you get the chance . I need some of your expertise down here - - ( reply R'Vek) He tapped his commbadge again. " Ravok to Ire, I have all 9 attack fighters which will be launch ready by 0600. You only have to worry about 6 more" (Reply Ire) Ravok sat down and leaned back in his chair looking up at the ceiling . Trying to calm himself. His mind was racing a million kilometers a minute . Saving Ire, saving Alexandra, loosing his father.... ( reply R'Vek, Ire any) (Posted by davis ) (Mars Facility – Main engineering - engineer - ENS JG R'Vek– 1643) R'Vek was in main engineering going over all of the scans from the docs putting together a compile for the admiral. He was also working on a computer simulation of the fighter crash. It had already been a long day and he knew it was going to slow down yet. He walked over to a desk on the right side of the room and took a sip of what humans called black tea. He hard a beep and rushed over to the table he was disappointed to see it was Padd and not the simulation. --R'Vek please come to the M03 hangar when you get the chance . I need some of your expertise down here - - Read the message it was from his friend Ravok. They had spent most of the morning going over the crash and modifying a type 11 shuttle. -- I'm on my way to see the admiral in a few minutes, once I'm done there I will head right to the hangar-- he dashed off the reply and set the Padd down as another of the machines chirped. This time it was his list for the admiral. (Reply None) (Post by Andrew Rock) (Antares Class Freighter Maid Marion, Docking bay two - 1700) Allison sat in the bridge wearing her standard navy blue company jumpsuit, she shook a little as the mooring clicked. =^= This is operations, you are now secure welcome to Mars. =^= A female voice said, it sounded like Castile's ex. =^= Um thank you Operations we are sending over our manifest, mostly repair parts and a new secondary computer core. That Raider attack really messed up our systems I am requesting damage control give us a once over. =^= Kelley said hoping there just wasn't a total see through. She missed Chris and missed him badly. There was no response, There was a beepig from several consoles saying that systems had been damaged, her defensive shields were off line, shieeld generator was all but gone. This was going to take a long time to fix and cut into the cost of cargo payment. Ontop of that there was a VIP ship here, she knew she was at the bottom of the list of things to get fixed. She spoke up, "Guys I know its just been the four of us since we lost La Chance, Schummer and Castile. But we got three new men, T'Vek, Griff and H'riss." she motioned at the Romulan sitting at the helm, A half Klingon standing at damage control and a Gorn wearing the company jumpsuit with a toolkit. "But we are back up to seven, so that means seven souls in the blackness, seeing nine different things from destiny. But we all have one thing in common we want to get paid, So lets get this cargo unloaded, H'Riss you and Griff handle that auxillary core, The rest of you use sleds to gently bring out the parts." She then picked up her PADD and sent messages to the following officers: Castile, The Admiral, Several Engineering officers and the science department of the base: This is Captain Kelley of the old rust bucket that is docked here, We have dropped off vital suplies for the base as per our contract The Tellarite Mining and Shipping Company has with The federation, I however need to go over with the Base Commander about payment, I need an Engineer to take a look at some of our major systems that took hits coming in, a damage control team to fix this, a science officer to come and sign for the auxillary computer core going to their department. We also are carrying fifty blast vests and helmets so I need a security officer to come and sign for these, I know there is no port master assigned at ths moment which is why I am asking for reps to come. On a personal note, We are requesting to be docked here three days for R&R. Humbly, Captain Kelley TMC Freighter Maid Marion (Responses Please) (Posted by Kaylah) (Mars Facility – Main Security Control Room -PO3 Castile) Castile was rewiring the door controls, La Chance was topside applying lubricant,Ricky and Schummer were using an industrial replicator to fabricate new doors. ~Feel like a group of monkeys sometimes!~ Chris thought. Then he saw what was causing the door to jam, it was out of alignment. That turned this into a six hour job at least. He cleared his throat and said, loud enough for the folks down bellow to hear, "Alright we are going to replace these doors. I am going to put some hazard tape up. DO NOT I repeat NOT stand around or in the area the tape is marked." He climbed down. He felt a wave of pain in his leg, it was phantom limb pain and shook it off. He put yellow tape that said HAZARD and was bright yellow in a twenty foot area. "That should do it. Guys I am going to step out of the way use the manual overides to open the old doors then using a magnetic lock pull them up and out." ~Join the navy they said, see new places they said, effing red planet.~ He thought. He climbed up the pole in time for Ricky and Shummer to yank the old panels off. Schummer looked at Castile, "Chris how the hell are things so bad here?" Chris sighed, "I don't know. All I know is this is a SNAFU of a base." That caused the crew to laugh. "Alright we got the doors off, we are going to need to remove the old sled tracks off. La Chance you take the left and I will take the right." Castile said. He really wanted a cigarette. he was mad that he gave them up when his kids were born and madder that Anna had them. He used that rage to unbolt the sled tracking. Before he let them fall he yelled out, "All clear down range?" (Any security officers can respond ifw) When he heard the response, He said, "Stay out of the taped area." he let the old sliders fall and hit the deck bellow. One giant clatter followed another. Castile sighed, "Good work La Chance. "Okay we are going to use that fabricator to make a tritanium sled for the doors, recycle the doors to make them electrum plated, so that way they are conductive to regular energy and resistant to disruptor fire." La Chance griped, "This is a tough job, you think the Chief Engineer hates us? I mean they got bro's who can fix warp cores and build time machines. We get to fix doors and seem to be the only maintenance and repair unit here." Schummer said, "Quit your complaining, its almost as bad as your gumbo." La Chance got quiet, "What did you say?" Schummer replied, "Your dirty sock soup is horrible." Ricky piped in, "Guys knock it off." Castile said, "Schummer just got a repair call for the toilet in the Admiral's office you get to unclog it. Go!" Schummer sighed and went off. "Okay lets get to fabricating amd we should have this door fixed in no time." Castile said. (Anybody can respond) (Posted by Robert H) (Mars Facility – Security Complex, Main Security Control Room - Security Officer Dave - 1724) Jeremia popped her head around the turbolift, "Sorry!" She said sqeaked out at him. "We were trialing Forcefield strengths and trying to get the emitters working up here properly." She pointed from herself to her partner in crime, a Scientist by the name of Hoej. "Why the blast!?" Dave started before he gave up and just rushed past them. He cradled his wrist, it wasn't broken, just tweaked. Once he got to sit down in the Control Room, he'd be fine. Nothing could go wrong there and it would be nice and quiet. He'd been sat in the Control Room for little over 10 minutes when a motley crew of Engineers had come in with a work order to fix the main security door into the room. ~There goes my peace and quiet~ Dave cleared them to begin work and silently hoped that they'd be quick. He could hear them chuntering between themselves and thankfully they decided not to include him in the conversation. He focused on stretching his wrist whilst keeping an eye on the monitors for any incoming distress signals. Suddenly the Petty Officer he'd spoken to earlier shouted out "All clear down range?" Why he was shouting was anyones guess, but seeing as none of his colleagues deemed it appropriate to respond, Dave assumed it was for his benefit. He checked the corridors surrounding the control room and shouted back, "Clear." "Stay out of the taped area." Came the response. ~Taped area? What in...~ Dave thought to himself as he stood up and headed over to where the work was being done. There was a giant clatter as he approached and he now saw that the doors were no longer in place. ~Oh crap~ "Good work La Chance. Okay we are going to use that fabricator to make a tritanium sled for the doors, recycle the doors to make them electrum plated, so that way they are conductive to regular energy and resistant to disruptor fire." Castile said with a triumphant look on his face, the look you get from a job well done. "Wait, wait, wait!" Dave said as he hurried towards them. "What's happened to the doors?! We can't have a Main Control Centre with NO doors?!" He exclaimed. Dave was going to be in so much trouble. He'd signed off major work on the control rooms doors without checking the paperwork first. They couldn't have this happening right now, not directly after the incursion which had just happened. (Reply Castile) "Well.. how longs it gonna take?" Dave stammered, bewildered by the dumpsite which lay before him. (Reply Castile) "Make it as fast as you can. Please.. this cannot be my fault." He said to the man in charge and then stumbled back the way he had come to his console. He heard something about the Admirals toilet just as he got out of hearing range. ~Please let it be fixed before someone more senior comes along.~ He thought to himself. It really had just been one of those days. (Reply None needed) (Posted by Jono Bradley) (Mars Facility – Security Complex, Main Security Control Room - PO3 Castile - 1724) "Why the blast!?" Dave started before he gave up and just rushed past them. He cradled his wrist, it wasn't broken, just tweaked. Once he got to sit down in the Control Room, he'd be fine. Nothing could go wrong there and it would be nice and quiet. He'd been sat in the Control Room for little over 10 minutes when a motley crew of Engineers had come in with a work order to fix the main security door into the room. Suddenly the Petty Officer he'd spoken to earlier shouted out "All clear down range?" Why he was shouting was anyone's guess, but seeing as none of his colleagues deemed it appropriate to respond, Dave assumed it was for his benefit. He checked the corridors surrounding the control room and shouted back, "Clear." "Stay out of the taped area." Came the response. "Good work La Chance. Okay we are going to use that fabricator to make a tritanium sled for the doors, recycle the doors to make them electrum plated, so that way they are conductive to regular energy and resistant to disruptor fire." Castile said with a triumphant look on his face, the look you get from a job well done. "Wait, wait, wait!" Dave said as he hurried towards them. "What's happened to the doors?! We can't have a Main Control Centre with NO doors?!" He exclaimed. Dave was going to be in so much trouble. He'd signed off major work on the control rooms doors without checking the paperwork first. They couldn't have this happening right now, not directly after the incursion which had just happened. "Sir, after an inspection on these doors they do not meet safety regulations and have to be tagged and replaced. Shouldn't be any more then an hour. Fourty five if we rush it." The officer walked away panicked. "For the record when an all clear down range is asked, its customary to say no if you are within the fall zone. You know the taped area." Castile looked back up at La Chance, "Measure it twice, lets make it duranium. Schummer quit dorking around! That toilet is not going to fix itself. Or you can give Ricky a hand?" He looked back towards the unnerved Ensign, "Don't worry sir. We are the best at what we do." (No Response Needed) (Posted by Robert H) (Mars Ground Facilities – Crew’s Mess – Engineering Technician – EM2 George Mathews – 1732) Mathews shuffled into the crews mess and grabbed his combat ration. ~Which one do I get today?~ He thought to himself. Working multiple doubles several days in a row with very little personal time was wearing on him. Hell it was wearing on them all. Join Starfleet, see the galaxy! The vids had advertised. See our back yard was more like it. Of all the places he could have been stationed. What does ol’ George get? The armpit of the Federation that’s where! He barely looked at the package, he almost forgot his little game he played every meal. What is my sequenced supplement bar supposed to taste like and completely miss the mark? ~Chili Mac. Well at least it isn’t all that bad.~ he thought. Maybe, just maybe there will be a decent pot of coffee in the office that I can grab. Breaking the silence was the hum of a transporter beam. Coalesced in front of about twelve enlisted were four containers about half a meter square each. This needed some investigation. Hushed whispers of curiosity filled the large room. “What are they?” “A bomb?” “Nah, anything getting close would have triggered another alert” George was brave enough to tip-toe in for a closer look. The containers were definitely ‘Fleet storage containers by the shape of them. Any enlisted has moved enough of them to know that. He brushed some of the caked on dust off of the closest one. “Replicator…..food, one each, model 4?” he called out. He and all the assembled crew got markedly more excited with each word. “Open ‘em up!” someone called from the back. He tried keying the opening sequence. An error buzz issued from the container. He looked at the panel. “It’s locked.” The collective frustration was palpable. Several of the gathered suggested that the containers be cut open. On closer examination George could see it was addressed to someone [TO: PO3 Castile, C.] “Let’s do this the right way boys.” He tapped his combadge. “Engineer’s Mate Mathews to P.O. Castile.” (Reply Castile) “Petty Officer, it seems you have a package, here in the mess.” He reported. (Reply Castile) (Posted by Todd) (Mars Ground Facilities – Crew’s Mess – Damage Control Supervisor PO Castile – 1733) =^= Engineer’s Mate Mathews to P.O. Castile. =^= Castile had just finished up in Security and was in a sour mood. His combadge chirped with an Engineers Mate talking. =^= Who broke what now? If its about the Enlisted chow replicators We are getting some in soon. In fact they are in the Marrion.. =^= To his suprise the voice said something that took him off guard. =^=Petty Officer, it seems you have a package, here in the mess.=^= Matthews reported. Castile smiled first good news he had all day. =^= I sure as shine hope its that replicator... Alright I am on my way. Just make sure its not ticking. Also keep La Chance from the kitchen if I have to have gumbo one more day I will scream." Castile out. =^= Castle walked into the mess and saw everybody n a oddly festive mood. He called out, "Which one of you is Matthews?" (Matthews respond) "Alright I guess its time to see what this is.". He opened the box. (Matthews respond please) (Posted by Robert H) (Mars Ground Facilities – Crew’s Mess – Engineering Technician – EM2 George Mathews – 1735) "Which one of you is Matthews?" asked the experienced Petty Officer. “That would be me, Petty Officer.” He said as he snapped to standing up straight clasping his hands behind his back. "Alright I guess its time to see what this is." He opened the box. As the Petty Officer opened the lock and the container opened all four opened in unison to reveal 4 slightly used but functioning food replicators. They were model 4 which was slightly newer than the ones in the officer’s mess which was a model 3. “Maybe they got pulled off a ship that was being scrapped but was just abandoned when the station was?” George said to no one, just trying to make sense of what or why these machines came into their possession. (reply Castile) “Petty Officer, the transporter tag shows it was placed by Ensign Merek.” He reported. (reply Castile) Yeah, we got some converters back in supply. We can use these.” George confirmed." (Repy Castile) “Alright then boys, lets get to it.” Mathews said and went off to supply while the gathered moved the replicators into position. (reply Castile, any) (Posted by Todd) (Starbase – Conference Room - CO Admiral Remae Ktell – 1804) Remae walked into the conference room to find the Ambassador already there waiting for him to arrive. She has a small entourage with her, they were all seated and seemingly relaxed. “Ambassador MacCaulay… sorry to be late, I trust you found everything you needed? The Starbase is quite old, neglected… bit like the rest of Mars but we have high hopes for her.”, he sat down. “Your arrival was unexpected, and I am feel I must apologise for the fighter escort. It’s just prudent to be careful these days.”, he said and decided that was enough, Trill may not be a part of the Federation anymore but their relationship was still cordial, which is more than could be said with other ex-members. “Anyway, Ambassador, what can I do you?”, he said leaning back in his chair. (Reply from MacCaulay, Any) (Posted by Anthony Keen) (Antares Class Freighter Maid Marion, Docking bay two) Allison sat in the bridge wearing her standard navy blue company jumpsuit, she shook a little as the mooring clicked. =^= This is operations, you are now secure welcome to Mars. =^= A female voice said, it sounded like Castile's ex. =^= Um thank you Operations we are sending over our manifest, mostly repair parts and a new secondary computer core. That Raider attack really messed up our systems I am requesting damage control give us a once over. =^= Kelley said hoping there just wasn't a total see through. She missed Chris and missed him badly. There was no response, There was a beepig from several consoles saying that systems had been damaged, her defensive shields were off line, shieeld generator was all but gone. This was going to take a long time to fix and cut into the cost of cargo payment. Ontop of that there was a VIP ship here, she knew she was at the bottom of the list of things to get fixed. She spoke up, "Guys I know its just been the four of us since we lost La Chance, Schummer and Castile. But we got three new men, T'Vek, Griff and H'riss." she motioned at the Romulan sitting at the helm, A half Klingon standing at damage control and a Gorn wearing the company jumpsuit with a toolkit. "But we are back up to seven, so that means seven souls in the blackness, seeing nine different things from destiny. But we all have one thing in common we want to get paid, So lets get this cargo unloaded, H'Riss you and Griff handle that auxillary core, The rest of you use sleds to gently bring out the parts." She then picked up her PADD and sent messages to the following officers: Castile, The Admiral, Several Engineering officers and the science department of the base: This is Captain Kelley of the old rust bucket that is docked here, We have dropped off vital suplies for the base as per our contract The Tellarite Mining and Shipping Company has with The federation, I however need to go over with the Base Commander about payment, I need an Engineer to take a look at some of our major systems that took hits coming in, a damage control team to fix this, a science officer to come and sign for the auxillary computer core going to their department. We also are carrying fifty blast vests and helmets so I need a security officer to come and sign for these, I know there is no port master assigned at ths moment which is why I am asking for reps to come. On a personal note, We are requesting to be docked here three days for R&R. Humbly, Captain Kelley (Mars Facility – 1st Fighter Wing Briefing Room - ENS JG Trip Williams and ENS JG Alexandra Petrova– 19.15) Trip was seated in the briefing room drinking a hot cup of tea and going over whatever reports of fighters he could fine. He was still waiting to meet with the Admiral for an intelligence briefing to discuss the interrogation findings, what Starfleet Intelligence had as far as an update and whatever else might have been brought up on back channels. To pass the time he was studying squadron maneuvers, strategies, and anything he could to feel prepared. To say he was nervous was an understatement. He had asked Alex to meet with him, he just needed someone to talk to. He didn’t really know her, but his gut said he could trust her. He just hoped that his being placed in charge over her didn’t...change things. “Hey Alex,” he said moving some of the PADDs out of the way. “Thanks for joining me. How are the checks of the fighters going?” “I personally got a gift from Castile. Him and his repair team fabricated six fighters brand new and with new parts. Even put the jolly roger on mine. Christened it the Queen Alexandra’s Revenge.” She smirked some. Trip took a sip from his tea, “Good, we’re gonna need to be our best out there, it would be better if we had a functional starship to go with us, but I guess we’re gonna have to make do. I wish I could, or felt more comfortable taking more fighters, but I don’t want to leave Mars defenseless, in case that is what they want us to do. You know what I’m saying?’ “Well that is why I say use the freighter as bait, send a single squadron with it, make it look like its an important delivery. Then you have one or two other squadrons swoop in for support? Or perhaps use the Delilah that has a sensor suite on it first to patrol the system and look for the base?” She suggested. “It's just, can I be honest here? I feel a little out of my depth here. And before you go all Russian bear on me, don’t worry, I don’t have any doubts that will be crippling or cause issues, and the like. But I don’t know, everything is going so fast, and I mean, anyone of you could have been the one he chose.” “But I was passed over. It is something I am used to. Reality is I lack people skills. I am more of the hawkish administrator, or maybe I didn’t kiss the right bottom, lick the boots, I do make a strong second. I am good at keeping folks in line, yelling at those who mess up. Not so good at being uplifting.” She said walking over to the replicator. “Synthehol, Champagne.. Château Picard 2390, two glasses.” She waited as they appeared. She picked them up and sat them on the desk. “I just don’t, I don’t want this, temporary promotion, to cause friction between myself and team.” Trip paused, “Especially not between you and me.” “I am not mad because it wasn’t my call to make the promotion, it wasn’t yours. This is the Admirals chess board and we all are the pieces. You are a pawn that just got upgraded. She pushed the flute over. “To you and your new rank.” Trip grabbed the champagne flute and held it up. "To the 1st Fighter Wing and our first taste of success. Salud." Trip then took a sip of the champagne after clinking glasses with Alex. He liked champagne, he didn't like synthehol. "You know," he said, pausing to finish the flute. "I've got a decent collection of real alcohol if you're interested in checking it out. My dad is a collector. Turned our basement into a man cave with all sorts of good stuff. Gave a couple assorted cases to my twin sister and I as a graduation gift." “I am more of a wine fanatic, but I am never one to turn down a drink.” She said. "You're welcome to come by for a drink after the mission. I've got a bottle of Ferasan spiced rum. It will warm your heart and knock your socks off." “I won’t come charging in screaming about where is the new bar I promise.” She said trying to be funny. "I share a family suite with my sister. Separate rooms same common living space. Which is good because she keeps me organized. I'd lose sight of my shoes if she hadn't put in a shoe rack. What about you? I mean I guess I'm just trying to distract myself for a bit from the doubt, so this question may seem off topic, but do you have any siblings?" That was when her emotional shield went up. There was a distant tone to her voice, “I had a sister, Dad called her Harmony. She died of an overdose and I had a brother who was a pilot, he went MIA few years back. I signed up hoping to find him. Personally I like to think Sergius is held up in some prison somewhere waiting to be found, He vanished along with the entire crew of the U.S.S. Freedom. All hands just vanished, they found all equipment on it, but everybody was gone.” "I'm ummm." Trip paused he couldn't find the words. "I'm sorry to hear that." “It's alright, there are things I have come to know in my service. I have become jaded and understood why things fell apart. Now like in any relationship it's up to the divorced parent to pick up the pieces and rebuild.” She said. Trip stood up and without thinking gave Alex a giant hug. "I don't have the words. So I hug." Trip then released the hug. "I'm sorry for bringing it up. So what was your sister's name? Was it Harmony?" ~Geez Trip. Stop being curious. Leave the Russian killing Machine alone.~ Alex did something odd she gave him permission to hug her, and she stood there. When he asked her who Harmony was, Alex said in a whisper, “My kid sister yeah.. I know it is a stripper name and Dad gave it to her, I actually got to meet the Orion woman who used it as a stage name. She knew my father’s pet name for me was Matryoshka. Russian nesting dolls, because once you got to one part of me there was another and another. But yeah she was named after a stripper.” "There are worse ways to be named. Went to middle school with a girl who went by the name Sheila. Problem is her given name, which was her maternal grandmother's name was Ima. Last name was Hooker. Her given name was Ima Hooker." She arched an eyebrow in a very vulcan fashion. “Sounds like she had a ticket to ride yes?” "Can I be honest?" Trip said meekly. “Who are you going to talk to if you can’t tell me?” She said. "I'm nervous about this mission. I don't know if Ire will be able to fly. From what I've been hearing around the grapevine, I don't know if Ravok will be able to fly for psych reasons. I just. Everything is on my shoulders. I'm scared about screwing up and I just want to relax for a moment, to just feel like I have this and I just don't know how." “That is why I said two squadrons, battle is chaos.The choices made as a leader are hard. It's what makes men or women great. Peace and harmony are great treasures, but in reality don’t praise anybody for going into battle praise them when they come out of it.” She said trying to muster up tactics in her mind, "I know. It's not a strategy thing right now. It's…" Trip paused. "It's like a pit in my stomach. It's like every time I place a chess piece on the board, I feel like…. I don't know. I just feel alone. All of your lives are in my hands. I don't want to lose you…" he paused again. "I mean you know you all. All y'all. Yeah." “As I have been trying to tell you Mister Williams..” She pointed her finger at him to emphasize what she was saying then continued, “We can’t spend time wondering about what ifs and maybes. Make your plan, commit to the plan then let history judge you. Troops die it is a fact. When I floated out there it was the longest thirty seconds of my life. I thought my number had been called but it wasn’t. I was in the process of creating the Samson into a bomb when I was floating. When you lead, you are supposed to inspire, counsel be a paternal figure and at the same time juggle a personal life. Heavy is the crown you know?” She said. Trip walked back over to her. He put his arms around her in an embrace and kissed her on the cheek, “ Thank you. I’m over analyzing things, trust my gut,trust my team. I’m not alone am I?” I can’t forget that. You know, you may come off as an Ice queen, but you’re a sweetheart. Deep down, I can feel it.” She broke the hug and smiled, “Trust yourself, Trust Alexandra.. Everybody else. Shoot to kill.” She blushed then looked at him. “It is something I have had to carefully craft over the years. See much like the doll I am nicknamed after, There are many layers, many walls to break through. I know its a lot of work but you have done a lot in the three days we have known each other.” She brushed the hair from his forehead. “There is something we need to do for morale!” She said. Snapping her fingers. “Before we go on this combat run we have what we call back home a viking night,” She said genuine excitement in her voice. “Before you ask what it is, its a night done usually a day or two before the actual deployment. We all have a meal, share a few drinks and just celebrate. It's a tradition that goes back to ancient times.” She kissed his forehead. Again in her mind wanting to do more but not quite ready to jump into that line yet. As she kissed his forehead,he got chills. It was an odd set of chills, pleasant, not alarming. He wanted to just grab her tight, but at the same time not. She was like a puzzle he had yet to figure out. And he had been here before, a desire to move on from past hurt, but it just led to a situation where what the other was asking for was too much. ~Has Alex always been this pretty?~ He thought to himself. “So what does this celebration look like? And umm, is it just you and me?” Part of him wanted her to say yes, part of him wanted her to say no. He was conflicted and he felt a bit giddy. Like he was back in the seventh grade and started to realize how beautiful the opposite sex was. “It’s usually the whole squad leaders. But tell you what to give you incentive to come back alive, If you make it back and I make it back, I will make you a spaghetti dinner. You bring the wine. Mister Castile was kind enough to furnish me with a hotplate and I did some midnight riding and went into town. I have the ingredients to make a half decent non replicated dinner.” She stepped in and whispered, “Perhaps we become closer yes?” Trip smiled leaned in and whispered back, “If we survive.” He smiled and stepped back, “Gives me something to look forward too. I’d love nothing more than to get more acquainted with you.” ~Umm, Trip, where the hell are you coming up with lines that cheezy, didn’t you just swear like two days ago that you really didn’t want any romantic entanglement. But..~ “Alex, I umm, I umm,” He was struggling to find words. “Thank you.” “So Viking night will also settle any disagreements you may have with other members of the unit. Its a chance to go into battle with a s’chistogo lista.. A clean slate… fresh start?” She said trying to figure out the exact phrasing. “I think it’s good. How bout this, 2300, here, whoever of us is going, we’ll be here, just the four of us. No alcohol, obviously. Hopefully the others can fly.” Trip walked over to where he had been sitting and looked at his PADD. “Alex, you have a confidence about you I envy. I feel a lot better, more secure.” Trip verified some data in his PADD. “Ensign Ravok’s father was killed yesterday, by similar craft as we encountered today. I’ve been hesitant on what to do about him, if he should go, or if she should see someone first to be cleared. It was eating away at me, and...well I don’t know if I will find the words, but I know what I need to do. Stick to my gut. Let him know, I think he needs to see a counselor before flying. That’s my decision, and I think I’m ready to make it.” “If you are asking what call I would have made, I would have informed him there is a psych department on base, offered him seventy two hours leave as is mandated for Bereavement leave. Then informed the counseling staff of the situation. I would not let him come on this mission because he is angry and rightfully so. But a rabid dog you cannot control. I do not disagree with your actions.” She said. “It’s not going to be a pleasant conversation, but you know, I think I’m ready for it.” Trip walked back over to Alex, “Thank you, I mean it, for hearing me out, talking to me. Being my soundboard. Being my wingman so to speak. When I first met you, I kind of thought you were a bit of a bit….” Trip caught himself, “Bear, a scary russian bear. But you’re a russian doll, with a heart underneath.” “Tell anybody about my soft side I will have your guts for gargle.” She laughed. “Are you ready for the conversation, probably not. Nobody ever is ready to talk down an angry pilot. But he is full of testosterone and got that weird vulcan cousin blood so passions run deep. From what I see of him, he prefers the direct approach, no cloak and metaphore kind of things.” She tapped on his screen regulations about emotional stability. “If worse comes to worse throw this regulation at him. If he still refuses I will drag him to Sickbay kicking and screaming.” She said firmly. “We all have a scary side, part of why I come across as cold is because it's what I have had to adapt to for survival. The key to managing others is to find out their limitations and work within them. You can make a hero out of a nobody.” She said. “What about you Alex, what are your limits? Do you prefer the direct approach?” “With me, Honesty. If I find out I am lied to there is no second chance. If I ever use the phrase, is there something you want to tell me? That means I have found out the lie and am giving the party a chance to come clean. But as for limits I do not scare easy but I can be pushed too far.” She scrolled down the desk computer. “Here we go, Regulation 619.. Emotional stability. Commanding officers must be relieved of duty if they are emotionally compromised. That means a visit to the counselor is required. Now personally I would make it a habit to send any flight officer who has seen combat to see a counselor just to make sure they are in a good head space.” She nodded at him. “Or what you are asking me my personal limits and not professional ones?” She asked. In that moment, Trip took the PADD he was holding and set it down. He walked straight up to her, wrapped her in an embrace and kissed her straight on the lips. Or at least he wished he had, as the question brought him back to reality and out of the fantasy. “What was your question again, limits, umm, I’d be curious to hear the personal if you don’t mind.” “You mean sexual or in general?” She asked. Trip began to laugh. “Umm, let's go in general. I uh, maybe should get to know each other first, before discussing that one. Sorry, I’m not a prude or anything, just…” he paused then in a hushed voice said, “I may come off as confident, but I’m a little bit of a rookie in that department. Don’t judge me.” He then sat down in a chair, “I’m still young right.” “I am such a slut for authority.” She said with a laugh. Patting him on the shoulder. “As I said before direct approach, honest to a fault. Some are proficient with a phaser or sword, I prefer to shield myself with regulations and laws. I never make a move unless I am sure I am going to come out on top,” She said. Trying to recover from her last failed attempt at an innuendo. “Alex, I find you interesting, and I umm, I think, I don’t know, I feel a spark here, it’s weird, I haven’t felt this way in a long time. But…” Trip took a deep breath. “Ok direct approach. I’ve not had the best luck in love. Last girlfriend, open relationship, got pregnant with someone else’s baby, the girl who I should have been with died before I could tell her how I felt. Only ever slept with one person. Two nights ago, thought I could just have a casual hook up, turns out she wanted an intense emotional connection, but no real commitment, so I said no. Not really sure I can handle anything serious without commitment, not really sure what my brain and heart can handle these days, but I find you a puzzle I have to solve. And if we survive, maybe I can find the first piece, but just be gentle with me, I’m strong, I’m a fighter, but I’m fragile.” Trip then sighed, “Holy crap, I can’t believe I said that, my filter is still broken.” “Well step one is Viking night, Step two is our spaghetti dinner. We could find out there is passion, you are what I like to call prime real estate, You could have your run of any of the single women at this post. You cannot have an emotional connection without commitment. For the record if she is attractive enough I am not above an occasional threesome, but one thing at a time. One step at a time. I am a loyal person. To the point where I have ridden relationships into the ground rather than give up.” She said. Trip bust out laughing, “I don’t think we have to worry about threesomes. I don’t, I don’t believe in open relationships. I’m a giant puppy, so I’ve been told. Loyal, dedicated. But you’re right, we got to survive.” Trip smiled and took a seat on the table. “Plus, I’d really like to take this slow, at first, if you don’t mind, some wounds...are still fresh.” “You need to make it to step two, don’t get ahead of yourself. With the right person and the right circumstances, the world is full of experiences, Like a nesting doll you just need to peel back your layers find out what you are made of.” She said. “Can we go back to the part where I’m prime real estate, what makes you say that?” Trip said with a smile. “I’m not insecure, I don’t need a pep talk. But I am a flyboy, and I do have somewhat of an ego that I don’t mind becoming inflated.” She cleared her throat and leaned over the desk, “Well.. that smile, you come from a legacy of charming men…” She traced two fingers under his chin “Strong chin. I like that in a man.” She said with a nod. She then locked her eyes onto his, they were blue and caught the light just so. “I always thought men like you need a good debasing. I feel that I am just the woman to do it, and if you don’t let that part of you out… I promise I am willing to go in and get it.” She said that as sultry as she could, really putting her best flirt on. Trip smiled, for just a few moments, he really didn’t feel like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. But sadly, it was just for a moment. “I’d like to see you try, I really would.” Trip smiled. “So just come back alive.” “I have every intention of living forever.” She said seriously. “I need to get back to planning, I think Viking night might need to be postponed. Not sure I’ll be done with planning before then.” “I think it should happen it’s important for morale.” She fussed. “Alex,” he said, “I don’t know if I’ll see you again before the briefing tomorrow, but thank you for, for just being here. I needed this.” “We will see each other, I am going to make sure of it. My breakfast is at five am, I have tea at eleven hundred, lunch at two and supper at nineteen hundred. So pick a time and try to make one of those times with me.” She said. He then wrapped her into a big hug, placing his left arm around her back and his right nestled genty behind her head, inviting her to rest her head against his chest. He leaned down and kissed he on the top of the head and then whispered into her ear. “One step, one day at a time, I have your back if you’ll have mine.” “Well like any good person I had it since day one of being here.” She said with a nod. Trip smiled and released the hug. He nodded to Alex and then went back to his PADD. “I’ll be seeing you around.” As she left the room he smiled. That smile then turned into sigh as he knew he would need to deal with Ensign Ravok. (Reply None) (posted by Will Banowsky and Kaylah Andrews) (Ens j.g Petrova-OPS Medical/Counseling Department 2000 Hours) She stepped into sick bay shaking off some effects of the synthchampagne. She wanted to make sure there was nothing wrong with her and she could be cleared for duty, She tapped her swagger stick on the nurses station to get attention. "I am here to speak with a Counselor, I also need to speak with a doctor regarding some combat that I saw, Please call whoever is on duty to handle this," She said it in her neutral bordering cold demeanor and tone. (Response from a member of medical please.) (Posted by Kaylah) (Mars Base, Medical, Medical/Counselor, Ensign J.G. Quinna Solice 20:00) Quinna sat back at a terminal in the office. She again had night duty. She was happy to be able to leave medical for an hour. Going to her quarters, her roommate was fast asleep and snoring so loud that on could cite her for disturbing the peace. She looked at her bags sitting on her bed. They were still packed. She thought to herself that she would one day unpack but her goal right was a shower and a fresh uniform. It was when she returned to medical, she managed to make rounds with those laying on bio beds and then it was her duty to write the medical reports of the day. Another cup of coffee was in order. Alas, she was not even going to be indulging in a cup. Quinna looked at the terminal and worked on the report. At mis sentences he heard voices from the reception area. She took a minute to finish her thought and then moved into the reception area. “Good evening, How can I be helpful?” (Reply Miller, Petrova) “Luckily I am both a Doctor and a Counselor.” Quinna offered her credentials. She turned to Perova, “Why don’t you come with me and tell me what is going on.” Quinna offered a welcoming smile and motioned in a direction to a close biobed. (Reply Miller, Petrova, Any) (Played by Kris) (Mars Base, Sickbay, ENS. J.G Petrova 2002) All Alexandra did was ask to see a doctor and the tone and body language of the yeoman was one of unmistakable stupidity. It took thirty seconds from whatever this bimbo was doing to decide to tell her to sign in and have a seat, one second longer and it would have been quite the yelling. Alex signed her name with a grunt and then sat down. Waiting quietly. She then looked up from her spot, “Chief Miller, you are aware this is a sickbay and not a break room correct?” (Miller respond) She tried not to let the anger come out any further then that. A doctor doing her rounds seemed to save the day. The doctor seemed friendly enough and said, “Good evening, How can I be helpful?” Alexandra said in that same neural tone she took with everybody, “I am here to speak with a member of medical and counseling, I saw some action and this is the post combat evaluation to make sure I can be cleared to the next leg of my journey. Your aide at the station felt it was acceptable to pretend I was neyt here for a good half a minute. I assume she is just overworked and not an imbecile.” At the end her tone became very hostile. (Tag Miller/Solice) “Luckily I am both a Doctor and a Counselor.” Quinna offered her credentials. She turned to Perova, “Why don’t you come with me and tell me what is going on.” Quinna offered a welcoming smile and motioned in a direction to a close biobed.. Alexandra sat down and said, “My vessel was hit by a Breen raider, with some sort of energy weapon, every since then I have noticed a migraine, I assume its the after effect of the ion disruption messing with the neurological signals in my body?” “As for the other matter.” She cleared her throat and looked around, then leaned in and whispered, “I require a contraceptive shot.” (Tags to Miller and to Solice) (Mars Base, Sickbay, NPC CPO Yeoman Kathy Miller, 2002) Kathy heard someone enter sickbay, walking up to her reception desk. Recognizing the new pilot, Kathy turned her attention back to her work. The pilot tapped Kathy's desk with some stick she was holding. "I am here to speak with a counselor. I also need to speak with a doctor regarding some combat that I saw, Please call whoever is on duty to handle this." There was talk around the base that this new pilot thought she was Miss Snooty-tooty. If this introduction was any indication, the talk was right. She might be the queen bee in flight ops, but sickbay was Kathy's domain. She continued her work. About thirty seconds passed before Kathy looked at the pilot. She pointed to a PADD that was embedded in the right corner of the desk. "Sign in and have a seat. Someone will be with you." (reply Petrova) (posted by Rob B.) (Mars Base, Sickbay, SPC CPO Yeoman Kathy Miller, 2005) "Chief Miller, you are aware this is a sickbay and not a break room, correct?" said Petrova. Kathy studied the pilot's face, not sure why she would make a comment like that. Apparently she felt she should get preferential treatment before everyone else that was in sickbay ahead of her. "Of course it isn't a break room," said Kathy, "but we have only so many medical personnel, so you wait your turn." Before anything else could be said, Doctor Solice appeared. "Good evening. How can I be helpful?" Petrova told Solice why she was there, ending with a terribly rude comment. "Your aide at the station felt it was acceptable to pretend I was neyt here for a good half a minute. I assume she is just overworked and not an imbecile." Everything the other girls in the yeoman section had said about Petrova, was looking to be true. Arrogant. Insulting. Condescending. Another typical ensign just out of the academy, that thought she knew it all and was better than the enlisted. She had seen so many the last twenty-two years. Kathy wanted to tell her what she could do with the stick she was holding. Hopefully, Doctor Solice would stand up for Kathy. (reply Solice, Petrova) (posted by Rob B.) (Mars Facility –counselors office - ENS JG Ravok– 20.30) Ravok walked into the counselors area. He looked around and had a seat waiting to be called in. ~This is what is best for the mission. I know I'm ready to go , it would actually help me get my mind off things . Hanging back here would leave me lost in thought. They dont understand our feelings. Our emotions run deeper and are far more complex then many races. How do the vulcans do it ? So stoic ,so calm ,so reserved. But under the surface they have to be ready to explode. ~ He thought to himself as he waited. ~ Trip is probably beating himself up over this. I want to beat him up over this haha . Cant believe I'm gonna tak about my feelings with a stranger . Oh well it's forthe best .~ Ravok thought as he laughed a little ( reply, Ariel Trei, any avaliable) (Posted by davis) (Mars Facilities - Counseling Center - ENS jg Counselor Ariel Trei - 20.35) She sat in one of the private rooms preparing for any evaluations she was going to perform. She heard the Romulan fighter piolet enter the center. She pressed a chime on the arm of the chair and spoke into the intercom. "Come in when you are ready." The Stranger by Billy Joel played in the background. In many ways, it was fitting for the moment. (Reply Ravok) Posted by Edward) (Mars Facilities - Counseling Center - ENS jg Counselor Ariel Trei / pilot Ensign jg Ravok- 20.36) Ravok heard the chime . He got up and walked into the private room hearing music play in the background . He looked and saw a beautiful woman sitting there. ~ Wow maybe counseling isnt a bad idea~ " I'm ensign Ravok I'm here under the orders of Ensign Trip Williams " Ravok stated "Use the replicator for a drink and have a seat. " She offered Ravok took a seat " I'm not that thirsty , thank you though" He replied She thought for a moment about what Ravok said and understood it to mean she was going to conduct an evaluation session. This would be the first one she is to perform. The first experience should be apprehensive but she was ready "Start from the beginning." She said to him. Ravok took a deep breath. " I'm here because Ensign Williams believes I am emotionally compromised and not fit for command of a squadron during our upcoming mission. He believes I might be a danger to the operation. Yesterday at 1300 hours my fathers civilian freighter was attacked . My father was killed during the attack. Then today we encountered these pirate vessels that were attacking an in coming merchant vessel. There is great reason to beleive that both events are related, and perhaps even committed by the same parties. Ensign Williams wants you to evaluate my status and see if I'm clear to go on the mission. " Ravok answered. He paused and looked at her. "OK. Let's go through the events one by one and see if we can evaluate your emotional stability on each." Mr. Williams seems to think you have not properly grieved your father's death. I tend to agree with him. Tell me as best as you can what you felt when you learned of your father's death." Ravok leaned forward in his chair and folded his hands together. " I felt, like I was guilty for leaving him. You see for me he was the last the piece of a world I never knew. I'm only 24 years old, Romulus was destroyed well before I was born. My father grew up on Romulus he hailed from a farming family. He walked like a Romulan talked like a Romulan. To me he was a pure Romulan, but to be honest he is the only romulan from the homeworld I ever knew. But he wasn't like any of the stories you hear" Ravok said with a smile. " He wasnt secretive, deceiving or a conqueror. He was a man of virtue, a man of conscience. He prided himself on being honest at all cost at all times. He was always willing to lend a hand to anyone. That's what I think people forget. Romulus wasnt its military it wasnt the star empire. It was a world full of people, people full of potential. People who loved to sing and dance . Great artisans, scholars . All that gone. A culture gone. So for me to hear about his death is the light of that roaring fire being snuffed out. ' Ravok continued. He placed his hand on the right side of his stomach, where his heart was. " Theres no malice in here at all. No hatred in my heart . The word revenge doesnt even come to mind . My father would want me to carry on, chin up, chest out. Make him proud." He laughed a little . " My father said the proudest day of his life was seeing me in my starfleet uniform at graduation. Who would of thought that man so Romulan should be proud to see his son as a starfleet officer in service to the federation. Only him I guess ... My duty is to starfleet not to vengeance. I can not and will not allow an enemy to change who I am and what I have to do. Ensign Williams sent me here to see if I was clear to proceed on the mission. I know that I am. I have made every preparation he asked of me. I have been hands on in all aspects of getting my squadron ready to resolve this crisis." Ravok said He looked at the councilor nervous of her response. HE had never opened up like this before. Was it her or was he ready to open up. ~ Hopefully she understands what I mean. Hopefully she knows I'm ready to help my new found friends. Not for me but for them. I dont care if I dont get to fire one shot as long as I can make sure everyone makes it back alive. Even myself. ~ he thought to himself as flashes of Ire and alexandra and Trip raced through his mind. A peaceful image of the four of them sitting at a bar throwing back celebratory drinks , they were all smiling even him. In this thought he knew his father would be proud because in this moment even for a moment his heart was filled with love and fellowship . Not hatred or rage. A calming peace rushed over Ravok and he smiled " I'm at peace " He said as if the words were coming from his father. "I believe you believe what you say is true. What I am concerned about is you have not felt the pain of the loss of your father. You need to express the emotion before you can move past the loss of your father and heal. Let us try some role play to help you express the needed emotion. I will play your father even though I am a woman, tell me what you need to say." She could feel that Ravok was holding back. Until Ravok expressed what he needed to express, she can't clear him for duty. It might take a few exchanges for this to happen but he had to feel in order to heal. She hoped for his sake that he can do it. Ravok took a deep breath. " I hope you died quick and painless, I hope I have made you proud... I wont let you down. And if I ever did I'm sorry. Just know in those moments I swear I was giving it all I had . I have never given any less than what I am. Everything I do I use 100 percent of myself. And I want to thank you for that Dad. Ravok said as he smiled. She listened to Ravok tell his father what he could not face to face. She felt he was telling her what he needed to tell sincerely but, she still sensed that he was not truly feeling it 100% sincerely. She could do nothing for him until he was willing to truly feel the pain. She made a note on her PADD to clear him for duty but left an open slot for a follow-up session later. "You are clear for duty but we need to have a follow-up session later. I am concerned that you have not felt the pain of the loss yet. I will be in the bar after you leave so maybe we can talk there. You are free to go." Ravok looked at her with great surprise " Thats it. Thats all? Whoa I made a big deal out of nothing really. I will definitely make a follow up , even though you think if havent really felt the pain and you may be right . It felt good to talk to someone even if it's your job to listen to me ." Ravok stood up . " Thank you so much counselor " Ravok rushed out the door and headed towards the hangar bays to meet his trusty friend R'Vek ( reply none) ( post by Edward and Davis) (Mars Facility - Admiral's Office - E/SYO Ensign Boone Foster - 2100) Boone had received his orders of his official posting 3 days ago. He would be serving under Admiral Ktell at Mars. "At Mars" was something Boone was still getting accustomed to. Through out his time at the Academy Boone's expectation was to be assigned to a starship at the end of his learning or maybe a space station. But further, being assigned to Mars made no sense to him. There was nothing on Mars, but an old, beaten, and abandoned planet and space facility that once beared the name Utopia Planitia Fleet Yards. What was he, and others, being assigned to. Trying to fully understand he honed in on his orders. It would have him report to Admiral Ktell at a Mars Base. Being assigned to a planet facility had not been a regular consideration of his or his government. After some frantic research, Mars was quite unique in many ways. For starters Mars was much more than a planet facility or base, but it was parts of the old Utopia Planitia Fleet Yards. This meant not only is there a surface base facility, but it included space facilities such as multiple drydocks, albeit a fraction of its size at its zenith, and just one space station remained. Before he reported to Mars, as his orders simply named the posting, he was required to check in with his government on Echo Earth. He certainly was delivering interesting news to Echo Earth's leadership. After various meetings it had been concluded that Boone's objectives remained the same. He would be responsible as Echo Earth's direct representation to help UFP by serving in Starfleet. Boone pushed the chime button of the Admiral's office. He waited patiently for the door to open. He entered and saw the face of his new Commanding Officer. Boone walked in with a PADD with his orders and details in his hand. He walked up to the Admiral, and positively stated, "On behalf of Echo Earth sir, I am Ensign Foster reporting for duty." He handed the PADD over to Admiral Ktell. (NRPG: I know how much Remae likes to be handed PADDs.) (reply Ktell) (posted by Calvin Capps (Starbase – Admiral’s Office - CO Admiral Remae Ktell – 2105) Remae was about to call it a day but there was one more visitor to talk to… "On behalf of Echo Earth sir, I am Ensign Foster reporting for duty.", reported the new arrival. A young man from Echo Earth caught the Admiral’s attention. “Ensign, welcome aboard. I don’t think I’ve met anyone from Echo Earth. How are things there?”, he asked, his knowledge wasn’t extensive, but he knew a few things about how EE was going to assist Starfleet even though it seems to be the antithesis of their being. (Reply from Boone) Remae had taken upon himself to pick up the pile of 30 PADDs from his desk and was carefully moving around his office while listening to the Ensign. Slowly, he made his way to the other side of the room, not dropping one, and showing his skills at balancing. The entire pile went into the waste disposal and was instantly recycled. “That’s better.”, he said brushing his hands together. The data was transferred to his database but that pile of PADDs had to go. “I understand you are going to be helping us with Engineering. We have some excellent officers here so I suggest you make contact with them. Until departmental heads are chosen, we are all pitching in together. Any questions, Ensign?”, asked the Admiral and when the conversation was done, the Ensign was dismissed. (Reply from Boone, Any) (Posted by Anthony Keen) (Mars Facility – 1st Fighter Wing Briefing Room - ENS JG Trip Williams and ENS JG Ravok Shara– 20.15) Trip nodded as Ravok entered the briefing room. “Ravok sit down.” Ravok too a seat " Yes sir" “Do you have an update on the status of the shuttles?” " Yes , all four shuttles will be ready sooner than expected, I have seen to it that I have had my hand in just about everything to make this mission a success " Ravok replied “Good, what about the conversion of the Captain’s yacht? Are we going to be on schedule with her?” " We are going to be cutting it close with the yacht. Should be ready by 0700. Tactical systems have not been updated in a long time " Ravok answered. “Ok, well keep up the good work.” Trip paused, “Actually there is another matter to discuss actually.” " Thank you " Ravok looked puzzeled" And what may that be sir?" “I’m receiving reports that your father was killed in an attack that may or may not have been from this same group of raiders. Is that true?” Ravok took a deep breath he could feel his heart racing . " Yes that's correct. It happened yesterday around 1300 , my step mother informed me at 1500 today" he said with great pain in his voice. Trip nodded his head and gave a sympathetic smile. “Ravok, I am truly sorry for your loss. I know you must be going through a lot right now. I don’t need to be an empath to see that. If you want to sit this one out you can.” Ravok looked at Trip like he was crazy. And laughed slightly " Sit this one out ? I'm one of your best horses . I've seen these things in combat. No offense to Ensign Petrova, but I am the best you've got "he responded to Trip. “I get that, I really do. But at the same time, I need to know you aren’t going to let your emotions get in the way of the mission. I know you’re grieving and things are still fresh, but the lives of your squadmates are on the line and I can’t have you being distracted with grief or going rogue on me out there. I want you to report to one of the counselors, I don’t care which one, and I want an assessment of your psychological state. If you don’t pass, you can’t fly.” Ravok shook his and laughed and rubbed his chin really hard . " I don't need to see a counselor, talk to someone I don't know just so they can ask me about my childhood, I'm a starfleet officer I know my duty Sir! I have worked my ass off to get everyone and everything ready to go with a near impossible time frame. You think I'm compromised? Let me tell you this ...I'm pissed , I'm furious, I'm also lost for the first time in my life filled with despair. But let me tell you this, I don't need a counselor who is as wet behind the ears as I am deciding if I'm capable of keeping my fellow officers safe out there. You're an empath, feel my feelings . Duty before everything . I have lived my entire life by that. I signed up for starfleet knowing something like this could happen. At anytime. I knew when I put this uniform on I would have to make tough choices and put my feelings aside for the greater good of others. To hell with the federation to hell with starfleet. This uniform means more to me than that.This uniform is about the people we are here to defend our friends our families it has to be personal. Trip we are better than that we have to be . We have to lay our lives on the line . We have to because if we dont we dont make it . I am here to serve the best interest of the people…" Ravok paused and calmed himself "You being worried about me going rogue is the last thing you need to worry about. Look me in the eye . Look past them even and tell me you think I'm going to do that , better yet tell me you feel I'm going to do that . I'm not risking any of your lives . I will be the first one to die for any of you. That's who I am. I was willing to die saving Ire . I was willing to die saving Alexandra and here even in this moment I'm willing to die for you. I dont want to die for me or my stupid feelings . But I am willing to die for the people I put this uniform on for . I need to be out there for the people we need to work together, just like you said . We have got to work together. I swear I'm ready for this I don't want revenge . That won't bring him back. I want to serve and make sure no one else dies out there because if i have to sit here and see any of your names come across a casualty list ...I will never forgive myself. So don't think ,just feel . If you want me benched that's your call. But if you want me to help my fellow officers and friends come back home then I have to be out there . " Ravok looked at Trip and smiled . " Just feel... " Trip looked at Ravok with a blank face. He honestly didn’t know how to respond. His colleague was hurting, he could see it, he could feel it. Ravok’s emotions were so strong that even his passive abilities were picking up the emotions He wanted to just give Ravok a hug. Trip knew how to be a friend, a buddy, a wing man. He didn’t know fully how to be the boss, the leader. He was 22, and while he had leadership experiences from the academy, this was different. His actions had consequences. Everyone under his command could be at risk if Trip made one bad call and it absolutely terrified him. He was already second guessing himself on battle strategy, and now he was second guessing himself on what he thought was an appropriate request. Ravok had gone almost full on Romulan with his emotions. Trip didn’t know if he should bring Ravok like this. He knew full well from his own traumatic experience how quickly anxiety can sweep in. Plus the rules were the rules because before they were the rules people died, and he was sure that Starfleet Regulation 619 applied here. Still being in charge of a squadron when the big decisions were made by a team were a lot easier than having to make the big decisions by yourself. ~Stern or friendly, stern or friendly~ Trip thought to himself as he pondered his next words. ~Screw it, I gave an order, and he didn’t listen, I can’t cave now. I’m not trying to go on a power trip here. Hehe, Power Trip, could finishing move if I ever became a pro-wrestler. No, no, focus Trip, focus, don’t be mean, but if he’s triggering your empathic abilities when they are in passive mode, something is off.~ “Mr. Ravok,” Trip said as he stood up and looked Ravok square in the eye. Let me rephrase myself here. I get your putting duty first, and I trust you, I really do.” Trips voice was stern, but calm. If his sister Sienna had been in the room she would instantly realize that this was Trip’s poker face. He was employing the old strategy of fake it until you make it. “I gave you an order, maybe that wasn’t clear. I need you to go see a counselor, I am ordering you to. And if they say you are not emotionally compromised than you are free to fly.” Ravok looked right back at him. He could see the uneasiness to Trip. ~ They don't understand , I always have to be like them they cant handle emotion~ “Starfleet Regulations 619 state, “The commanding officer of a Starfleet unit is required to remove themselves from command, or be removed, if their current mission leaves them emotionally compromised and unable to make rational decisions. As you are in command of the Warbirds, and will be command of a flight, I believe this applies in this situation. I think you are emotionally compromised, but I’m not qualified to make that call. A counselor is. I need to know this.” Ravok kept looking at Trip. Knowing Trip is just trying to do a good job and follow procedure. “Because here is the deal,” Trip’s voice wavered a bit,he was getting nervous about what he was about to say and how Ravok might take it. “I have a duty to all the souls under my watch to get them home safely,that includes you, and I am not going to put you in the field if you are a danger to yourself or others. I gave you a direct order, and you talked back to me. So much for putting duty first.” Trip said that last bit sarcastically. He glared at Trip. And the looked at floor. Taking a deep breath…. ~.He is right ,I can't blame him. ~ “Ravok, I feel for you, I really do, I can feel all your sadness, the anger, the pain, and I know you’re hurting, I feel your hurt. I don’t want to do this, but I have to. Your life is in my hands. You have two choices. Go see a counselor, and get me proof you are good to fly, or I will make the assesment myself that you are emotionally compromised and unable to act rationally and I’ll make the order to ground you. So you can follow my orders and Regulation 619, or I’ll have to be more drastic.” " I will go Sir ,but not because of an order or regulations, I will go so you can know I'm fine ...so I can know I'm fine . I won't let my pride ground me. If anyone is going to ground me it's going to be because I'm unfit" Ravok replied Trip then sat down. More appropriately, he collapsed into his chair. His legs had been shaking the whole time. The whole conversation just made him feel uneasy and nervous. ~Grandpa made command look so much easier.~ Ravok looked at Trip who looked a little nervous. Ravok could tell this wasn't easy for Trip, but it was necessary. Ravok had challenged an order, an order that was a simple assessment of his well being for the sake of others. “Mr. Ravok you are dismissed.” Trip said trying to fake confidence. As soon as Ravok had left the briefing room Trip slumped down into his chair and just let out a hugh breath. ~Holy super monkey ball, what the heck was that. I did it, I stuck to my guns. I made the right call, then why do I feel like such an insensitive dick. I mean the guy needs to grieve, a good cry, to let the moment happen, not bury himself in work and go on an attack, right, right. Rae, I made the right choice right? Is this what command feels like. Does making the right choice...is it gonna make me feel like a jerk half the time?~ Trip stood up and grabbed a glass of water and sighed. It was going to be a long night. (reply none) (posted by Will Banowsky and Robert Davis) (Mars Facility – 1st Fighter Wing Briefing Room - ENS JG Trip Williams and ENS JG Ire Williams– 21.30) Trip had been going over the list of pilots, looking at who would be assigned to the mission when Ire walked in. “Right on time,” Trip said, “Have a seat bud.” Ire nodded and grabbed the chair across from Trip. “No problem what I can help you with?” “Listen, I need to talk to you about last night. I was going to chew you out anyways, but now that im acting squad XO, I really need to say my piece. What the hell were you thinking dude?” Ire paused took a breath as he felt his irritation build, he tapped it down and let it out. “I was going for a maintenance flight. I needed 13 to be ready to go before the Void Haunters went up in the morning.” “Seriously, going up there without a co-pilot or a wingman for a late night joy ride, like seriously what was going through your thick skull.” “For goodness sake Trip. I am not an idiot, I was in contact with Martian Orbital Control at all times. We have done solo flights all the time at the academy. It was just the re-entry and yes there was a computer problem but it had been checked by my Senior CPO checked the system multiple ties and found nothing.” ~Get a grip~ Ire thought to himself. He paused holding hard on his irritation. “You’re too good a pilot for us to lose you to some stupid preventable accident. Do you have a death wish?” ~Don’t be an idiot~ Ire was doing his best to hold his tounge. Trip looked Ire right in the eyes and said something to him that his dad told him everytime he got in trouble, “The rules are the rules, because before they were the rules people died. That was a bonehead decision that almost cost you your bonheaded life. Don’t you ever, I mean ever, go on a night flight or any flight in general, without a co-pilot or wingman ever again, do you hear me.” ~Get a grip Ire its the boss and this is what you would do in his position~ “Yes Sir.” Ire said formally. “Ok,” He then nodded in acceptance of what Trip said. “Ok,” he said taking a deep breath, “Now that I got that out of my system. What’s your flight status, are you cleared for flight or are you grounded?” Ire pulled him self together and paused before he spoke. “The flight is good, the Void Haunters can give you the five fighters and the type 11 shuttle.” He paused for a moment. “I, on the other hand, I am stull not allowed to fly until security finishes their investigation, but that does not mean I can’t leave the planet. II have the six UMTSC are operational and I can control them in combat operations. I need a craft that can support the upgrade. The type 11 has its own role in the mission.” He handed Trip a PADD. “The best choices that are flyable are an Argo Shuttle, Mission Scout ship or a design called a Delta Flyer and I have the personal to fly it. Trip nodded as he looked at the data on the PADD, All of those ships seemed nice, but they didn’t have any of them. To get them was a pipe dream at the moment. “I would prefer one of those then using a fighter.” Trip just sat there thinking about the UMTSCs that he wasn’t really registering what Ire was saying. “Also, if we are going to invade the breed installations are we taking security for ground deployment.” Snapping back to reality, Trip gave a sort of sad smile, “I don’t know yet, I’m still trying to get a better picture of what we’re up against. It’s bad enough I’m in charge of all the lives in our department, I don’t want to risk others.” Ire nodded. “That I totally understand. But as the old marine saying goes, sailors are good on ships also applies to pilots. I mean I can ground pound but flying is what I do.” “As for the UMTSCs, Ire I’m sorry, but,” “Until we can actually run succesful drills here, we’re not taking them with us.We don’t know what the act of pluggin in to them might do to your brain. Until we figure that out, consider them off limits.” Ire was a bit chest fallen but understood the logic in what Trip had said which was a pity as he was getting ready good at moving them around the maintenance bay. “Besides, dude, you’re one of our better pilots and I need you in a Peregrine, if we have to move you to the co-pilot chair we will, but for this op, you’re not using the drones. Not until a doctor tells me it wont turn your brain into mashed potatoes.” Ire smiled at that. “From what some people are saying I think that has already happened but seriously when we get back I will go to medical and get them to run tests on me and them to see if there anything untoward.” “Now then tell me about this security investigation, and how we get you back on the fly list.” He paused again his smile leaving his face. “The person who interviewed me was an Ensign Taya. She seemed like she knew what she was doing. I guess she is a point to start with. I have not checked with security personally as things have been a bit crazy today but I can head over there after this and get an update.” "Please do." He looked at his friend. “Look I have a solid group under me who get grumpy if I keep getting their way. Can I do anything for you as you’ve got a lot of stuff to do at the moment?” "Do what you got to do to get your status back. I had to ground Ravok." Ire nodded and then frowned. “What!Why?” He could see that Trip was uncomfortable in saying. "His dad was just killed by pirates. He found out today. Similar to the ones we encountered here. I asked him to meet with a counselor to see if he was emotionally ready and he blew up at me. So I grounded him until a counselor tells me he's not a liability." Ire paused taking it in and then nodded. “It was the right decision if he goes up with his head not on straight he is a liability to not only himself but also everyone around him.” ~Pot calling the kettle black Ire. Pot and kettle~ "So I can't do this if both of you are grounded. Damnit Ire, I feel like such a dick." Concern for Trip appeared on Ire’s face. “Trip don’t worry about it. I will get myself cleared and Ravok will also. It will be okay.” "I mean I can be a jerk sure...but...I don't know man...I just dont know.." “Ow yes! You are totally a mean person for not letting me play with my new toys.” He said sarcastically with a big smile. “No seriously. You are doing the best you can in a shitty situation. We are not supposed to be in command coming right out of the academy. We are supposed to be the babies of the wing not the bosses. We have got people in the wing who were our graduates and we are now supposed to lead them. I am surprised we are still in one piece after day three and have not done anything too stupid….” ~Well you have~ He carried on quickly. “...what I am saying is that we are all running blind here. This will take time but I know that you can do it. You also have us. We are here to help you don’t have to keep it all to yourself for goodness sake. Did you not go to the class of 101 management? Don’t micromanage. Delegate.” “No man, you’re right.” “And anyway if you can’t do it for yourself then do it for me as if you step down they may put me in charge and I will have a nervous breakdown.” He grinned. “So for the sake of my nervous system spread the load. You have three FSOs to lean on for support. Take one day at a time, deal with what you can and don’t worry about what you can’t” ~Because that is so not working for you, is it Ire~ “And I am always around if you need someone to off load and scream at.” “Right now, Ire, we just need to get your flight status back. If you’re medically cleared, then well maybe they could put them damn investiagtion on hold. So there you have it get to work, you are dismissed.” As Ire got up, Trip looked back down at his PADD. ~What the hell am I going to do, Ravok swears he is fine, but if I just found out my dad died, I’d be picking a fight. Ire, he needs to be more assertive. If he would have challenged me I probably would have given him those drones. If only he and Ravok were one person. And Alex, where do I even start. She’s abrasive, by the book, and has the interpersonal skills of a russian bear, but is as beautiful as a siberian snowflake. Was I too familair with her, too comfortable.~ Trip walked over to the replicator and asked for an energy drink, he opened the can and started chugging it. ~Get your head in the game Trip. You’re the Ace of Spades, you’ve fought in real fights, you’ve been stabbed by drunken idiots, you are even brave and dumb enough to punch a Vulcan in the face just to see if he’ll get emotional. Trust your gut, don’t back down, stick to your team. You’ve got this…..Right?~ (Reply None) (Posted by Will and Robbie) (Mars Facility- 01 Hanger bay – Pilot - Ensign (J.G.) Ire Williams - 2150) Ire entered the hanger bay and Tyrol working with a group of engineers on the type 11 shuttle. He saw Ire heading towards them and stepped over. “How are you feeling sir?” Ire smiled. “I am doing good Senoir Chief thanks for asking.” He tilted his head towards the shuttle. “Will she be ready.” Tyrol nodded. “Yes sir she will but we have to replace the port impulse unit. It will be a late night, but we will get it done before you go.” He motioned to a small group of fighters lined up along the main line of the hanger and grinned. “I have one all picked out for you. If you are able to fly, it.” Ire nodded “I will be finding out shortly.” Good but I would like you to bring it back this time.” Ire sighed and shook his head. “You are not going to forgive me about that aren’t you?” Tyrol gave a huge grin. “Ow no sir I am not. If you will excuse me I have to get back.” Ire nodded as Tyrol headed back to the shuttlecraft. ~Okay lets see what’s going on~ He tapped his comm badge. “Ensign Williams to Ensign Taya.” (Reply Taya) “Sorry to bother you so late but I have an OP on the morning and I need to know if security has any reason to not let me go on it.” (Reply Taya) (Reply Taya, any) (Posted by Robbie) (Mars Base, Security Center, Office 5, Sec/Tac Ensign Taya, 2152) =^= Ensign Williams to Ensign Taya. =^= Taya was back in her office doing what seemed to be a neverending amount of administrative work. She heard the comm call, but she had been so engrossed in the task at hand, the voice of Ensign Williams didn't register, so she didn't know which one it was. "This is Taya. Go ahead." His next words would tell her if it was Ire or Trip. =^= Sorry to bother you so late, but I have an OP on the morning and I need to know if security has any reason to not let me go on it. =^= It was Ire. He was calling about the ongoing investigation concerning his crash, though Taya wasn't certain why. She was still waiting for the results from R'vek, but if it did end up being sabotage, it would have been silly if Ire was the saboteur and he damaged his own ship. Of course, that could be exactly what he wanted her to think. Taya had to shake herself. She was thinking like a Romulan. She hadn't eaten for a while, so maybe her blood sugar was low. "We have no reasons to stop you from going, Ensign. You're clear to fly." (reply Ire) (posted by Rob B.)