ILLUMINARRPG: (4 - 0530, 0600) FO Sienna Williams-Verin, COps/3rdO Lieutenant Dieter Gregory/CTO Ensign T'Mur & Commander Jason Nesmith

[Dieter Gregory]

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Mission: Death in the Shadows

Day: 4

Stardate: 2446.02.04


(USS Illuminar - Deck 1 - Bridge - COps/3rdO Lieutenant Dieter Gregory - 
0530)


Starfleet had to send Nesmith. The Captain would NOT be pleased. He 
wasn’t sure how the Commander would feel either. However, it did feel 
nice not to be so alone out here, and with some extra fighter support. 
The Protector was a warship pure and simple.


He hit the comm. “Commander Verin, sorry to bother you, but the 
Protector is here. Commander Nesmith. He’s on station and has a fighter 
wing out on patrol. He’s offered support to our repair teams.”


Sienna was happily asleep, her body wrapped around T’Mur.  She blinked 
muzzily as Gregory’s voice came out of the comm unit.  She groaned and 
rolled over, feeling completely hung over from not enough sleep. 
“Wonderful. That’s going to make the Captain so thrilled.” She replied, 
not caring who heard her right this second as her brain tried to catch 
up to her mouth.


“He offered to come over at your convenience to better coordinate 
response.” Gregory spoke through the comm.


“How frustrating.  Get it going for 30 minutes from now and T’Mur and I 
will be on our way up.”


“Yes Ma’am.  I’ll get that setup.”


Sienna closed the connection with a thump and leaned back, annoyed. “Did 
he have to get here so darned quick? T’Mur, love?” She whispered, hating 
having to wake up her mate.


The sensation of Sienna’s breath on her ear brought T’Mur to fully 
alert. She searched her internal clock. “We have not had enough sleep.” 
She said refusing to open her eyes.


"Yes, I know. Commander Nesmith of the Protector is here and he doesn't 
particularly like us much. The Captain got after him for that sensor 
trick I was going to use. We have… 26 minutes to get to the conference 
room. "


T’Mur rolled over and reached up for her mates face and searched for a 
memory. Once she found it she opened her eyes.


“But I don’t want to go to school today mommy.”


"We gave up that choice when we accepted the danged officer commission. 
Want to help scrub my back?"


T’Mur raised an eyebrow,and sat up, “24.72 minutes?   I believe we have 
time for some frivolous usage of time.  I’ll scrub yours if you scrub mine.”


(USS Illuminar - Deck 1 - Conference Room - FO Sienna Williams-Verin, 
COps/3rdO Lieutenant Dieter Gregory, Commander Jason Nesmith- 0600)


Sienna strode into the conference room, looking reasonably awake despite 
the dark circles under her eyes and the lines of exhaustion etched onto 
her face, “Commander Nesmith. So good to see you again.” Sienna lied 
through her teeth, her face the pleasant mask it usually was when she 
dealt with people she did not like.


“This is our Chief Tactical Officer, Ensign T’Mur. She is also my 
bodyguard currently. I have no idea what Lt. Gregory did with his and if 
I don’t know, I don’t have to reprimand him for not having his bodyguard 
in here.  Thank you for coming.”  Sienna took a seat before her knees 
gave out.


“Ma’am, the commander is unaware of the issues that necessitated this 
action,” Gregory replied.


T’Mur took her position standing behind Sienna’s chair. She looked over 
at Nesmith recalling their last encounter with the Protector. It was not 
Nesmith that she had an issue with. It was the other captain. The one 
that tagged Sekal, this Captain Louise Winn.


“Ah. Well, we’ll get to that. Ship first.”  She smiled that bland smile 
at Nesmith.  “Lt. Gregory, I have not had a chance to look over the 
repair reports in the last three hours. Can you brief us on that?”


“Of course Commander,” Gregory replied, looking down at the PADD.  “The 
most pressing need is to finish the repairs to the Navigational 
Deflector.  Ensign Matrix reports at least another 12 hours to have it 
up and tested.  Aft shield emitters are estimated to take another 4 
hours.   Emergency life support has been running and we need teams to go 
from deck 6 to 10 to test and reactivate standard life support and 
identify minor breaks in the power distribution system.  Our teams have 
been working straight through.  I’ve been trying to rotate them through 
mandated breaks, but you know engineers Ma’am.”


“Indeed I do.” She blinked the crusties out of her eyes that were trying 
to form. Sleep. She yearned for it.


Nesmith made notes on his PADD.  “I can dispatch my repair teams to help 
you.  Give your crew a break.  My chief of engineering, Commander Robson 
will take point and interface with your Chief.  Anything we have is yours.”


“Our CEO is currently back on Earth, which is part of the problem.  We 
have young Ensign Matrix and Ensign Bohb, who just recently rejoined the 
fleet.  He’s very skilled but…” She shrugged. Nesmith didn’t need to 
know about the growing pains with Luma.


“Defensively, I’ve got four fighters flying wide combat patrols and two 
more on ready five.  So far, we’ve got nothing on the sensors suggesting 
the foes you fought are coming back,” Nesmith said. “So what can  you 
tell me about the weapons that hit you, and these attackers?”


Sienna glanced at T’Mur to answer that particular question. She was a 
biologist, not an engineer or tactical expert, “The other reason that 
Ensign T’Mur is here.” She spoke calmly.


“We are still working on what exactly these missiles are,” T’Mur said, 
pulling out a PADD and displaying a holographic video of the missile 
attack. She slowed the video down to one eighth speed. “As you can see 
the missiles penetrate the shielding slightly. The only thing that shows 
up on the sensors is a slight gravimetric pulse. Then the missile 
explodes releasing a series of magnetically charged smaller explosives 
that attach to the hull and then explode.”


She paused the video and turned it off. “The first volley caught is by 
surprise, but I was able to modulate the shields to lessen the 
penetration and so lessen the damage to the ship.”


She looked at the group in the room as if they expected more. “That is 
all the information I have at this time.”  She picked up the PADD and 
stepped back into place behind Sienna.


He paused, “And, while I know our last encounter was less pleasant, we 
are all Starfleet here, and I hope that we can put those issues in the 
past.  Where is the Captain, by the way.  Mr. Gregory there was 
enigmatic as to his whereabouts.”


Sienna sighed, “It’s being kept under wraps, but the Captain was 
attacked about 48 hours ago.  He was stabbed and had emergency surgery. 
Sorry to disappoint you, but you get to deal with me. The Captain’s not 
awake yet from his surgery.” She was not mentioning the healing trance. 
Sienna did not even attempt to deal with the other part of that 
statement. She was dealing with this professionally. “We are glad that 
you got here so quickly. We’re currently having some issues with our 
engines. Lu...the computer is reporting that there are issues with the 
power management system due to the damage on Deck 6 aft.”


Nesmith frowned.  “Attacked?  By whom?  It seems odd that your captain 
would be attacked and you have to deal with an attack by hostiles using 
this new tactic. Can you provide that video to my tactical team?  If 
this is what we have to expect, it would be good to see if we can find a 
way to counteract it.”


He paused, “You didn’t, by any chance, recover a live one of these 
missiles?”


T’Mur shook her head, “Unfortunately not. Apparently they have a 
failsafe on them and explode within a certain time frame from being 
fired. I estimate around 90 seconds.”


“Something was recovered by the boarding crew, but I’m not sure it was 
one of the hell-missiles. We haven’t had time to examine it yet.” Sienna 
smiled blandly, “And I can’t release it to you until the Captain is 
awake.”  She spoke quietly. “As for the timing, I too am not exactly 
convinced that it was a coincidence, but time will tell.”


Sienna took a deep breath, which is what she generally did before using 
her telepathy. ::Luma, can you flash something on Gregory’s PADD please? 
Tell him not to bring up the Operative, Weston at this time.::  Sienna 
had another one of those flashes where her intuition told her that 
mentioning it would be a bad idea. ::And he isn’t exactly cleared to 
know about you, dear. So let’s just play a game and pretend to be a 
computer with his people?::


Luma considered this but did as Sienna asked and put the message on 
Gregory’s data PADD. ::Luma will play this game if Our Sienna’s T’Mur 
thinks it is necessary too? ::


T’Mur’s face remained passive. ::I do Luma. It is best for right now.::


“Deck six it is then,” Nesmith replied.   Tapping his communicator, 
“Nesmith to Robsin.  Penny, scramble as many crews as you can, start 
work at deck 6.  Illuminar needs the power management system restored,” 
he looked at Sienna, “Interface with an Ensign Matrix or an Ensign 
Bohb.” Sienna nodded in approval.


=^= Acknowledged Commander.  The cavalry will be there in five. =^=


“Truly excellent news, Commander.”  She smiled that bland smile again, 
feeling like a child compared to Nesmith. “If that person likes horses, 
I have a ranch program I can give you for the holodeck. It’s a fairly 
faithful copy of the Williams ranch on Earth that my parents help run.”  
She paused, “As a thank you for the help.”


Nesmith smiled, “I will pass your generous offer over to Commander 
Robsin,” he replied. “If  you need anything, just let me or my XO, Susan 
Ivanova know. Until then, I’ll get out of your hair.”


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